judgemental faces

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The Doctor Donna

two-face: crane threw a hotdog at batman to get away last night

riddler: please tell me that’s true and that you got it on camera

scarecrow: y'all’d’ve done the same if you were me. yain’t been put in that situation so you can’t pass judgement

two-face:

riddler:

two-face: what the fuck

riddler: i don’t know what that was but it wasn’t english

BTS Reaction to You Imitating Their Choreo

Request: hey love <3 can i request a BTS reaction to their girlfriend imitating them in the BST mv (dance) but doing an awful job just to make him annoyed? 💓 (idk if that makes sense 😅😂) thank you & have a nice day

A/N: Lmao even if I tried dancing nicely I bet it would come out horrible. Enjoy this reaction!

- Admin Kiwi

Jin

He’d just stand there half amused, and half horrified as you continued to dance out the monstrosity. He’d already be pretty used to Jungkook and the other troublemakers making fun of his dancing as well so this probably wouldn’t upset him too much. “Oh wow very funny y/n.”

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Suga/Yoongi

He’d bare the most judgemental face ever once he realized what you were doing. After a while, he would break his silence to interject. He had to protect at least a little bit of his dignity. “Yah! I don’t dance that bad!”

Originally posted by sugagifs

Jhope/Hoseok

Honestly, he’d probably join you in this mess, which would turn into a competition. Even when he was trying to dance badly, he’d somehow still show exquisite technique, and eventually beat you in this dance-off. “Up for a rematch?”

Originally posted by jaayhope

Rap Monster/Namjoon

He’d be infuriated, but in a joking way. Seeing his reaction, you’d probably mock him even more. Having enough of this, he’d try to come after you, which’d result in a chase. If he’d ever catch you, he’d carry you over his back bridal style and wouldn’t put you down until you apologized. “I’m not putting you down no matter how much you pout y/n.”

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

Jimin

He just couldn’t stop grinning and laughing at your dancing. He wouldn’t even mind the fact that it was his own song you were dancing to, but rather how you managed to contain no shame as you did this. *is erupting in his adorable giggles*

Originally posted by bwipsul

V/Taehyung

He’d be slightly offended, but mostly amused at your strange acts. Later on to get back at you, he’d imitate you dancing badly. “Whee look at me! My name’s y/n and I can totally dance better than anyone else!”

Originally posted by jeonbase

Jungkook

He’d just watch in complete shock as you continued to absolutely slander his choreography. Pretty sure his jaw would be open, too. Of course, this only drove you to continue doing it until he could take no more. “Why would you pain my eyes like this oh my god.”

Originally posted by theseoks

Little Spoon

Featuring: Jeon Jungkook (drabble)

Written by: Admin M


You looked at Jungkook in surprise, not having quite processed his request in your mind.

Taking this reaction as judgement, his face colored, and he buried his face in your pillow.

“Never mind, forget I even asked. I know it’s dumb.”

The two of you were lying side by side on your bed, just talking the day away as was your custom on rainy days. He had been facing you and you had been looking up at the ceiling, tracing the constellations that the previous tenant had left there.

“No - wait, babe,” you turned your body towards him fully and tried to cajole his face from the pillow.

“I’m not judging your or saying no. I was just surprised, that’s all.”

Jungkook only shook his head, still refusing to look at you.

“Jeon Jungkook, look at me.”

At his, he peeked one eye out at you, his face still solidly beet red.

You scooted closer to him, one hand reaching out to brush the hair away from his face - or what little of his face you could see. Your eyes locked and you gazed at him steadily, waiting for him to come back to you.

Little by little, he let go of the pillow, and his face came into full view. You could still see the slight embarrassment on his face, and leaned forward to kiss him on the forehead.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“Love you, too,” he mumbled, still reticent.

You laughed. “You big baby.” And when he opened his mouth to protest, you kissed him quickly on the nose, startling him.

“Don’t pout, I didn’t answer you yet.”

Jungkook nodded, watching you silently, and you could read the quiet fear in the depth of his eyes. Sometimes you forgot, especially because of how far he’d come, the darkness that faceted his entire life when you first met him.

“Of course you can be the little spoon tonight. You can be little spoon any time you like, or all the time if that’s what you really prefer.”  

And suddenly you were being pulled into his embrace, his arms tightening around you as he crushed you to him.

“Jungkook?”

“You promise?” he asked, his voice tinted with an emotion you couldn’t quite place.

“Of course.”

He buried his face in your neck, breathing in the scent of home.

“I love you.”

valentine’s special, kuroo tetsurou flavoured confessions.

Where Kuroo is really sweet, and really, really not cool.


“So, uh, are you free today?”

Yeah,” you’re chuckling and Kuroo feels his heart rate calm down a little, “it’s only 8am, but yeah, I’m free today.”

“Okay. Good, good.” There’s an awkward pause, and then it’s just him breathing and you breathing and damn, the static in the receiver is actually pretty terrible. Maybe this is why Kenma always texts instead.

Speaking of Kenma, Kuroo casts a glance over at his best friend currently sprawled on his bed with an unimpressed look on his face. The judgement spreads like radiation and Kuroo’s face heats and flattens at the same time.

He clears his throat. “I’ll see you at noon.”

“Sounds good. Usual train station?”

“Ah- no, I’ll… I’ll come pick you up.”

There’s a suspicious pause and Kuroo holds his breath like an olympic swimmer.

“If you say so,” you finally reply, and he depressurizes with the finality of a pricked balloon. “Gonna go clean up. See you later!”

Tapping on the big red button to end the call, Kuroo sighs like his life depends on it. He rests his head between his legs and groans. “I kind of hate you right now, Kenma.”

The boy in question just snorts and executes a double combo in Monster Hunter. “You’re the one who’s been running away from this for the past month.”

“Yeah, and I’ll just keep running. Burn off some calories in the meantime.”

The tapping slows down a little and Kuroo’s ears prick up, waiting for whatever quip comes next at his expense. It’s eight in the morning, and waking up his buddy is like waking up a bear with a rooster, but slightly more dangerous, because he’s within arm’s reach.

Kenma puts his console down, and grips onto, for the first time in his life, Kuroo’s cheeks and peers right into those confused, golden eyes.

“Stop being an idiot. It’s Valentine’s Day, and this is Tokyo. If you don’t ask her, someone else will.”

Kuroo is quite bewildered indeed. Satisfied with rendering his friend speechless, Kenma gives a little nod and turns back to his game.

“…Isn’t that White Day-”

“Kuro, just shut up.”

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People always tell me that before they knew me they were afraid to talk to me because they thought I was intimidating, mean, a bitch, or all of the above.  All I have to say to that is stop taking things at face value - especially people. Everything and everyone around you has so much more depth than you will ever be aware of if you live your life with a closed mind and a judgemental heart. 

 My face in the first photo may be what I look like 95+% of the time, but my face in the second is a more accurate representation of who I am.

it’s obvious that syaoran knows something that he can’t tell anyone else for some reason.  i wonder if his mom divined the future and told syaoran what she learned?  regardless, as worried as i am for my smol son, i’m far more concerned for what sakura will encounter - and why syaoran can’t tell her what he knows.

grumblingintothevoid said: Mental illness does not excuse doing harm to others. I have c-ptsd. It’s horrible. I understand trauma and mental illness very very well. And if I ever even hurt someone’s feelings because I’m having a bad day, or having flash backs it’s still MY fault. I have to take responsibility and apologize and fix the issue. Not only for the other person, but it’s important that I do it for my own mental health.

grumblingintothevoid said: What Cullen went through was terrible. No one should ever have to go through that. But he is still responsible for his actions. He still is responsible for the people he killed, for every bad decision he made. He still has to take responsibility and face judgement for his crimes.

grumblingintothevoid said: I also don’t like the assumption about Blackwall’s mental health. He very clearly hints at having a traumatic childhood, and it’s very likely he’s suffering from some mental illness. That, of course, in no way excuses what he did. But at least he’s trying to make amends, and he does eventually take responsibility and face judgement for his crime. As should Cullen.


I – thank you. I don’t to downplay anyone’s suffering. I really don’t. I just – it was six years. Plus a continued pattern of behaviour in Inquisition. I could respect and understand it if he found it impossible to function in a Circle. But surely he could have removed himself from the situation? Quitting the Templars is one option. If he couldn’t do that – and of course the lyrium is a problem – he could ask to be transferred.


There are Templars who serve in chantries rather than Circles. Presumably they take any young mages away to Circles if they show up, and would in theory deal with any maleficar … but in practice they seem to be largely decorative. Pick a chantry in some sleepy village. It might be a quiet life, but it would remove him from most potential triggers without forcing him to undergo undue hardship. He might never make captain, but he’d be safe.


Most of the Kirkwall mages died, at least in part because he stayed and helped Meredith.

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I don’t know what to say. 

You don’t need to say anything. You asked me where it began and I felt that you were entitled to an answer– to the truth. 

I appreciate that. And I am genuinely sorry.