isn't he cute though ;;

No lie. I’ve been watching it for 5min straight. It’s been months and i’m still not over it.

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the most beautiful 3-syllable-poem ‘beijing you like’ by cutie top hyung~

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characters: Arme Thaumaturgy, Apostasia
pairing: ^ (rating: a long hug)
words: 1314
summary: Apos wants only one thing.

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anonymous asked:

(Don't know if you're still doing these but) My crush? Well is really smart, like, he knows everything. People say that his facts are easily changed, and not really facts at all. But the truth is you need a lot of sources to change his mind. Also he'll warn you if he isn't sure about something. And he is super cute! Though I wonder how he gets his hair that white...

Is that you, Urban Dictionary?

A Hopeful Hardy for Tennant Tuesday

(or whatever day this post may find you)

LORD HATER DOMINATOR~! NO. 1 SUPERSTAR!!!! 

Oh man, I ended up having WAY too much fun drawing this! XD This was a quick little art trade I did for Artistic-girl. I hope you like it! 0u0


Despite the fact that I can’t draw girls, Lord Dominator was REALLY fun to draw, even if it took some getting use to. Lord Hater is the best! I had a blast figuring out how to draw that mug of his. >u<

The Babysitter - Part 3

Part 1
Part 2

Y/N: Smut is at the end of this chapter. :).

You shot upright in bed. You were cold and wet! You were stuck, though - Anakin was making it impossible to move by standing right on top of you.

“What?” he said.

You watched in complete horror as he dumped out an entire box of cheerios on the bed.

Stay calm. Yelling at him wouldn’t do anything.

“Anakin, what are you doing?”

He frowned, “Daddy told me to make breakfast in bed for you.”

Of course, Anakin took it literally. You couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh. You had forgotten what it was like to be five years old. You had to be pretty careful what you told kids.

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*hangs huge plastic spiders above the doorway* Oh boy, I SURE DO HOPE no cute dancers are nearby to record whichever unfortunate soul walks past these...

Lalala~ *walks past the door and comes directly face to face with the huge spider*


GURYAAA !! *runs away*


Huhuhuhu, see? This grown ass man is scared of spiders! *took a lot of photos*


Eh?


*Some time later*


*enters his room, walks inside and suddenly comes to a stop when he sees a lot of big and this time very much real spiders on the floor*


GURYAAAAAH !!! *frozen in place*


*had followed Souda into his room* HAHAHAHA ! My vengeance is now completed ! So, how much do you regret your crime, fiend?


*still frozen* W-Were you the one who put them there? S-So you can make them go away?


Of course, I am their supreme ruler, GUNDHAM TANAKA !!


*Gundham had barely finished his sentence that Souda had already broken into a run toward him. He instantly lifted his arms by reflex, ready to battle, only to find himself being hugged tightly by the pink haired boy who was also currently burrying his face in his neck, thus avoiding to look at the spiders.*


Make them goooo ! Please !! *hugs him even more tightly*


!!! *shocked, makes some movements with his hands and all the spiders go away*


I have to apologize. I do think my vengeance was a bit too cruel. But they are gone now. You can let go of me.


*still hugging him*….


A-Are you going to stay like that for a long time? *doesn’t get any answer* You are going to be cursed…*mutters while blushing*

Mystic Messenger Problems
  • Me: I'm in love..
  • Someone: Oh that's great! But why are you so sad? Are they already taken?
  • Me: No. He always calls me and sends me cute messages. I know he loves me too. I can't stop checking my phone to see if he's in the chat.
  • Someone: Okay then what's the problem?
  • Me: He's stuck inside this app. T.T
  • ...
  • Me: Wanna see the photos he sent me though? Isn't he cute?*^^*

Youngjae getting cheered/teased by the hyungs and maknaes. Poor baby is embarrassed, his reaction to dancing is always the same, and its so cute! I love his dancing :) But i don’t mind that him showing us his embarrassment fall, ‘cause its adorable! xD <3

If You Do Individual

anonymous asked:

What do you think of Deaf Courfeyrac and Video Relay Combeferre? (AKA, the one who translates speeches and news programs to sign language)

Okay, my understanding of all this isn’t necessarily the best and there’s really only so much research I can do at midnight, so please be kind. Anyways, my first thought was the sort of VRS stuff you get with a phone service?  Like where Person A is d/Deaf and speaks over camera through an interpreter to Person B who’s hearing.

Basically:
A(speaking English) <—-> C (speaks both, interpreting) <—–> B (speaking ASL, has a camera and a screen so that they can see C and C can see them)

So in this case we have Person B as Courf, and Person C as Combeferre.

Now – this actually made me laugh so hard when I first saw it?? Because the thought of how this goes from “professional, disconnected strangers” to actual friends is just beautiful.

Like this is Combeferre’s job.  He is good at it.  He – is – professional.  He loves the very real challenge of getting up every day, going into a completely new, random situation, and needing to translate two completely different languages in real time so that they maintain nuances and the conversation can be successfully carried out between two people.  Sometimes it’s bizarre or exciting or unsettling, though often, when it comes to the conversations themselves, it’s sort of dull.  And maybe today has been exceptionally dull.

He relayed one conversation that was basically twenty minutes of two people discussing how much the other’s children have grown.  One was about a very unfortunately placed rash that someone has.  One involved an older hearing person who Combeferre really wished knew ASL because her hearing was going and he ended up needing to repeat the same recipe for oatmeal-raisin cookies to her about four times. He is genuinely going out of his mind with boredom and all he can think about is the book in his bag which he really wants to take out and read.  

Then he gets connected onto another call.  And suddenly he has this face full of a quite young, quite attractive young man with this huge, dimpled smile and curly hair and really gorgeous eyes.

But Combeferre is a professional.  So he tells himself.

And he’s waiting for this discussion to be, oh I don’t know, talking to his mom about who’s turn it is to take the dog out, or about homework, or something equally dull because that has been his day. Instead the hearing person on the other line sounds like they’re voice is literally made out of fire and they start having this intensely passionate political debate and it’s all Combeferre can do to stay detached and professional and relay the message without putting his two bits in.  It is easily the most fun call he’s had all day – probably all week – because his Deaf client (called Courfeyrac by the hearing one who answers to Enjolras ) has just the most beautiful speech, he talks with his entire body so enthusiastically he’s repeatedly nearly throwing himself out of his chair, and Combeferre is genuinely loving trying to interpret for the man called Enjolras because he speaks so passionately that it feels like it takes all of Combeferre’s energy to properly translate it.

(Also, brief interlude: imagine Combeferre trying to pronounced Enjolras’ name when Courf finger-spells it at him.  Or imagine him trying to figure out how the fuck you spell “Courfyerac” when Enjolras says it – are there protocols for that?  Or is it the Starbucks’ cross-your-fingers-hope-it’s-right method?)

And yeah, despite everything else Combeferre ends that day very happily. He goes home that evening still thinking about Courfyerac, and even finds himself looking up some of the topics him and Enjolras were talking about later that evening instead of reading more of his novel.

Still, it was a one time thing, it was fun, but like any other job it passes and he moves on to new conversations between new people.

Until all of a sudden he’s faced with Courfeyrac fiddling with his camera again.  This time it’s not Enjolras he’s talking to but a man called Feuilly and they’re trying to make plans for a rally they’re apparently having soon and once again Combeferre is completely enraptured.

And that could have been called a coincidence, until, a few weeks later, he connects to another call and is once again faced with Courfeyrac. And once again has to dredge of every little bit of his schooling and experience to stay professional. Because holy shit Courfeyrac is actually the cutest boy to ever sit in front of a camera.  And once again he goes home and fucking daydreams about this random client and his wonderful views on politics and how clever he is and how charming he is and how Combeferre really, really, really wants to actually talk to him, not just relay someone else’s words to him from the other side of a screen.

And then it happens a fourth time, and Combeferre has a complicated relationship with religion but in this moment he is now certain that some sort of greater being exists because it or he or they are clearly trying to torment him at this point.  Except this time he’s on a late shift, and he’s tired as fuck and has been chugging coffee like it’s water, and Courfeyrac has called up a person called Grantaire.  Grantaire is not a fun person to interpret for because he seems to write a novel just to say a sentence and laces that novel very heavily with obscure metaphors and references.  He is also a wonderful person to interpret for because he has a fiendishly clever sense of humour that has Combeferre’s lips twitching in amusement.  But jokes and puns do not translate easily, especially from ASL where puns are physical.  So, exhausted and amused and just thrilled to see Courfeyrac again, when Courf tries to tell Grantaire a particularly bad joke that he’s desperately trying to figure out how to translate, he can’t help it, he cracks.  He just doubles over and starts howling with laughter because good lord that was so terrible it was actually the worst joke he has ever heard and that does it he is absolutely in love.

When he’s finally able to compose himself again (and feeling awful, shit shit shit, that was really unprofessional, he is not supposed to do that, he’s not supposed to be involved in the conversation, not if it involves interesting politics or bad jokes or even cute boys) he straightens and just sees Courfeyrac grinning at him so hard it has his eyes all crinkled up – it may be the only smile in the world that can truly and accurately be described as beaming.  It’s like the sun.

And then Courfeyrac signs So this is probably super weird but I’m pretty sure I’ve had you do some of my other calls before and you probably don’t remember me at all but can we get coffee sometime? Please??  Except, shit, I don’t know where you live.  Cyber coffee? We could sit in our own houses and Skype drink coffee?

(They Skype drink coffee together two days later.)

(also: Courf definitely noticed the really cute VRS operator he kept getting connected to because he’s never seen anyone manage to sign Enjolras’ speech quite that well.  Plus, he keeps getting this little crease above his eyes like he’s genuinely thinking about what they’re talking about, or his mouth’ll quirk a little at the jokes like he’s trying really hard not to laugh and dang it Courf really wishes there was some way he could just break the fourth wall and make this operator talk because he really looks like he has something to say and Courf really want to hear it.

When he got that last call with Ferre, it was because he’d convinced R to join him in his VRS operator hunt which basically involved him repeatedly calling and hanging up until he found the right one, and then being a sarcastic little shit with R since the interpreter seemed to be a sucker for clever jokes and Courf will break him.)