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Daddy™ Appreciation Post: Part 1

Okay, so I know that you all know by now that I am actually so obsessed with Evan Peters and Ben Hardy but I think that you don’t actually know enough so here we go.

(@benhardy hmu)

Look at this gorgeous man. LOOK AT HIM.

Look at his incredible, soul piercing gaze and hot damn I could cut diamonds with that jawline, hunty. 

BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE!

Take a good, long, satisfying look at them biceps tho.

And also those abs. And that v-line. And that face. And o no I suddenly need I cold shower, preferably one with Ben already in it. This shower. I want to be in this shower.

Okay, so we’ve seen some abs, we’ve seen the v-line, we’ve seen the biceps, we’ve seen the gorgeous stare, but have you seen…

THE COLLAR BONE?

Like look at that, that is some quality man right there. The literal definition of Daddy™ material. 

For my fellow Potterheads who are somehow not convinced yet. (Like how are you not convinced already?)

Like, idc that there’s a watermark, it doesn’t distract me from his beauty and that hot af side smirk. 

Look at this Slytherin dork (ayy we’re in the same house which means we’re basically destined to be together obvs). How do you not love him yet?

If you’re still on the wire about this adorable yet insanely hot man, idk what to tell you… But here, if you’re into that farming shit.

In a grocery store? Why not. Wearing a fedora? Sure! Holding bags of eggs? Well fuck it all, of course! And also he’s shirtless which is definitely not a health code violation. Definitely

Okay, okay. There’s still some of you out there who are like “Ew, no. I still don’t get it.” Well here you go:

For when your fav color is white-

Or red, it’s all the same to me

For when you like sultry stares-

^^Me looking at Ben Hardy^^

For when you like people who might be drowning but you don’t rlly know?-

Whatever you’re into man… I mean Ben Hardy can make me a slut for anything tbh

For when you like dem muscles (that bicep tho)-

Rule #1 for Ben Hardy: Please always be shirtless all the time bc holy hot damn

For when you like attics and athletic guys (football? biking? idc)-

I think it’s Adidas but idek man.

For when you like the v-line and a confused look-

Isn’t that what we all strive to find in the perfect man? (Also that happy trail has got me on my knees)

For when you see him from afar and you can already tell he’s hot-

I want to approach him but he’s too hot ohno…

For when you like the subtly checking out Olivia Munn vibes-

Ben Hardy is all of us tbh.

For when you’re me and you’ve scrolled through all of the images in google images under “Ben Hardy” and this is the last one-

Not even sure what’s happening in this pic but y’know, i’ll just roll with it

Alright so if you’ve scrolled this far and you are not yet in love with this adorable, sexy little dork idk what to say to you. 

I am a little… a little obsessed with him. A Little. Whatever, Okay? Shut up. Excuse me while I melt into a puddle of my own drool, thanks very much. 

anonymous asked:

Ohhh your hankerings for autumnal fic are contagious... love Hardy and Hannah in jumpers. Maybe that golden time of year when they're still sharing their morning coffee in front of the little blue house, but they pull on jumpers over their pj's... Can you see it?

Yes I can! and it’s beautiful and I want it so much!!!

Autumn drabble

Because of course she’s wearing his blue jumper, pulling the sleeves over her hands as she holds up a mug over her knees. 

And even though she’s warm enough, she still cuddles up so him, pretending she’s cold. And he rubs up and down her arm, pretending he believes her.

He makes a face at her choice of pumpkin spice coffee, but he’ll try it for her, he always does, if only to make her smile. And he kisses her hair to hide a grimace, and he kisses her again because it tastes better on her lips. Cinnamon kisses, nutmeg kisses. Never-let-you-go kisses.   

She teases him about matching Halloween costumes because she’s fond of his chuckles, they’re croaky and rusty as if stored away for too long. Each time, he’s a little more free. 

She slips mug-warmed fingers under his sweater, and he holds her closer in a greedy embrace. 

Then they grow silent and there’s only the idle swish of waves muffled by the fog and that peculiar smell of autumn leaves. Clouds are gathering in the sky and she smiles at the first drop falling on her nose. They’ll make love under a blanket with the windows opened and the sound of pouring rain.

For reference: Hannah in Hardy’s blue jumper (shhh that’s totally what it is)