when phil sticks his tongue out when he laughs 💗💞💘💓💖
when dan bites his lip in concentration 💗💞💖💘💓
when phil expresses opinions 💓💞💘💟💗
when dan talks about something he’s passionate about 💞💓💗💘💖
when dan and phil use their platforms to spread positivity 💞💓💖💗💘💟😩👌
Min Hyuk, the shrewd CEO who wasn’t afraid to deal with gangsters and blackmail his own blackmailers, turns into a nervous, bashful puppy in front of Bong Soon’s grandma and dad - biting his lip, fumbling and fidgeting. He is so heartwrenchingly polite and and shy around them because they are the two people who love BS the most and because he is so unused to the warm and open way her entire family treats him.
Particularly Min Hyuk’s conversation with BS’s dad leaves a deep impression - it’s so poignant how these two men, who are virtual strangers, connect over their love for one woman, Do Bong Soon. And when dad places his trust on him, MH smiles as if it were Christmas and he just got the best present in the world. He even calls Mr. Do ‘abonim’, clearly getting used to the idea of being the Do family’s prospective son-in-law.
I heard my phone vibrating on my nightstand. I groaned and picked it up, blinded by the dim light. A FaceTime call from Harrison was shown.
“What the fuck Haz? It’s 2 in the morning.” I said, scowling.
“Well hello to you.” he said, pretending to be hurt.
“I’m hanging up.” I said, my finger hovering over “End Call”.
“No! Please.. Just… Tom needs you.” Harrison said, biting his lip.
“Why didn’t he just text me?” I asked, feeling annoyed from Harrison yet concerned for Tom.
“No. He needs you.” Harrison said, putting more emphasis on “need”.
Oh… He needed me like that.
“I’ll be on the next plane.” I said, rubbing my eyes. Harrison smiled and told me he would pay.
“Nono. I got this.” I said, standing up to get dressed.
“I insist.” Harrison said.
“You can pay my way back home.” I said, grabbing a duffel bag and setting my phone to rest on my dresser.
I finally got to the airport and as I escalated down the escalator, I could see Harrison, but not Tom. As soon as I got to Harrison I punched him in the arm.
“Okay first off… Ow! Why’ve you done that?” he cried.
“For ruining my beauty sleep.” I mocked. He made a face but pulled me into a hug.
“Tom’s at the set filming and I told him I wasn’t feeling well.” Harrison explained as we got into a cab. We got to their place after two hours of driving and I set my stuff down in the living room, looking around.
“When will he be back?” I asked.
“About an hour or earlier.” Haz said, fixing himself and I a sandwich.
Harrison and I were sitting on the couch, watching t.v when we heard the door being unlocked. We looked at each other and I got up and ran to the bathroom.
“Hey Haz.” I heard Tom say. He sounded really tired.
“Hey Tom. H-how was filming?” Harrison said, out of breath.
“You good mate?” Tom asked.
“Oh yeah just… Excited to see you. Well.. I’m pretty sure you’re tired and hungry.” Harrison said. I heard footsteps coming closer and then stop near the door.
“I am.” Tom sighed, his voice farther. I heard the refrigerator being opened and being rummaged through. I opened the door a smidge and Harrison was in front of it. He noticed and nodded, opening it more for me, quietly.
“Yeah. I’m starving.” I said, leaning against the wall. Tom looked up and dropped the water bottle he had grabbed.
“Wh-what? What are you doing here?” he asked, coming over and engulfing me in a hug. I smiled and kissed his cheek.
“Harrison said you needed me.” I said, touching his cheek. He nodded and put his head back in my neck, his breathing tickling me a bit.
“I’ve really been stressed Love.” he said, the vibrations of his voice sending me into giggles. He looked up and smiled. “Sorry.” he apologized.
“Well… Good for you guys. But I’m actually hungry so…” Harrison said, pointing towards the door, indicating Tom to hurry up.
“Alright alright. Why don’t we just order pizza instead? And have a movie night?” Tom suggested.
“I can go get some movies downtown.” Harrison said, looking at his phone.
“I can order the pizza."I said.
We all came up with a game plan. Harrison would go to the nearest movie store (40 minutes away) instead of going downtown, me ordering two pizzas and some drinks from the market around the corner while Tom showered.
"I’m going to go wait for the cab downstairs. See ya soon.” Harrison said, high-fiving Tom and pinching my arm. I pinched him back and he left, sticking his tongue out at me. Tom came over and wrapped his arms around me from behind.
“I’m glad Harrison called you.” he said, kissing my neck and then resting his head on my shoulder. I turned and wrapped my arms around him.
“So am I. Now go shower, you smell like sweat.” I teased. He pouted and then smirked.
“Care to join me…?” he said, slowly leading me towards the bathroom. I smacked his arm playfully.
“Maybe next time.” I said. He pouted but nodded an okay.
I got back with the drinks and the pizza wasn’t to be delivered until a few more minutes. Harrison should be back before it though. I came back to see Tom out of the shower and getting cups and plates.
“We good?” I asked, setting the bags down. He nodded and I grabbed his hand, leading him to the couch. We snuggled for a while before he brought my chin up to face him.
“I love you..” he said, stroking my cheek.
“I love me too.” I teased. He pinched my cheek and I brought myself up a bit to kiss him. It heated up fairly quickly, him soon on top of me. He started leaving small kisses around my neck, sucking my soft spot which was on the left side of my neck, just below my ear.
“Babe… Don’t leave a hickey.” I told him. He smiled against my neck and bit the skin.
“Just a small one for now.” he winked, bringing his lips back to mine. The door unlocked and we looked to see Harrison with a bag. He saw and pretended to puke.
“I am traumatized.” he said. Tom and I rolled our eyes and he got off, going over to see the choices we had. I sat up as the door was knocked on. The pizza was here which meant Movie Night was ready. We settled on Disney’s Hercules and soon all fell asleep halfway through the movie.
Well.. Harrison fell asleep first but Tom and I drifted off close after.
"Dark I have to wonder, have you ever possessed another person before? Or.. are you capable of that?" There was a pause. They bite their lip as they thought harder, "I'm curious since I recall you saying you usually get others to do the work for you. So would possessing another person's body be a thing for you to do?" they tilt their head to the side as they continue thinking about the question. "I'm sorry if I'm asking too much."
Dark chuckled at the timid behavior, but did not comment about it, as it seemed to be a waste to mutter such a thing when more important words had to be spoken.
“I have not possessed anyone, no. When I was a Figment purely bound to Mark, I was devoted to his mind and mind alone. I had absolutely no choice in the matter of who I got to be with or whose subconscious I festered inside. I was stuck to Mark, like a gun to a hip, and I was like a slave to his desires and his needs. But I was happy then, as happy as I was allowed to be, at least. Now that I am my own… thing. My own entity, I see no purpose in the matter. Attempting to use such a burst of energy to literally latch myself to a subconscious would drain the energy that I’ve been saving. I need it all for when I break free from my prison and return to physical form.”
Dark cast a wary glance towards the empty space, nose scrunched as he took a quick sniff, somehow the sniff sounding oddly disappointed.
“When I stated I get others to do the work for me, I meant it regarding persuasion and influence. Others are HAPPY to do it for me because of how I am to them. One particular Figment… however, seems to enjoy getting things done in a less appealing, more messy way. If you want to ask questions about possession, go see him.”
play outside messy french braids
sundresses + red lipstick laugh loud and often eat lotsa berries treat urself to ice cream make friends with girls go barefoot get dirty pick dandelions and wild daisies bubblegum + bedroom eyes flirty winks master the lip bite coral blush + brown mascara it’s okay to get mad sometimes embrace ur childlike wonder
Mor and Amren have been tip-toeing a bit around their feelings. And one day Amren invites Mor to her bed chambers and they just sit on her bed and talk. And Amren is resting her forehead on Mor’s shoulder gently and Mor is running her fingers through Amren’s hair. They really talk out their feelings and try to figure out if they can really do this. And it turns into whether or not they’re both willing to work for it. Mor tilts Amren’s head up and she kisses her softly, holding the side of her face. “I’m willing to if you are” And Amren bites her lip and just hands her one of her most loved sapphires or whatever and Mor takes that as a definite yes. The Amren-Way to say yes.
Billboard posted the Laucy pic because sex sells. Yes it's helpful for EPIC that it further distances Camren. But at the same time, Camren is already pretty distant. Lauren had a picture with Lucy biting her lip last year. Lol. If they really want to end all hope they just need to put Camila with someone tbh. I don't think Lauren's doing this because of Camren anymore. I think she just wants to move on and be free to love whomever she wants. Her Aoki track may also be dropping soon.
usually dominant brendon one day biting his lip and nervously asking you "hey do you think... possibly... we could switch it up a little?" and finally you get him to tell you exactly what he means, and he wants to be tied up and/or pegged and smacked around a little and degraded
Erik sadly tends to do self- harm if he doesn’t
do something as he should. He would hit or kick a furniture to make his toes or
hands hurt, bite his lips to bleed or claw open wounds on his face. He would
also torture himself by staring into the mirror, examining his face until his
stomach turns and he ends up vomiting. He also hits his own head with various
objects he finds nearby. When Christine stays with him underground in those two
weeks, and he feels like he had hurt her, he begs her to hit him for it.
Erik would be terrified of an attempt to give
him a high- five. He would think the person was going to hit him and he would
either back away in a self-defensing position, or attack – depending on his
relationship with said person.
Erik is very much organized. Every single thing
has its special place in the house and he freaks out if it is moved away from
there just by an inch. His home needs to be perfect – except his desk in his
room. It is a total mess with some piles of books he is currently reading,
fountain pens, paper, sheet music drafts, and portrait attempts of Christine
Daaé. He is an excellent artist who can draw Christine’s portrait anytime by
memory, but he never shows them to Christine, as he thinks neither of them
turned out good enough.
Other than wanting to save more time for
composing, the reason for lack of eating and sleeping is also a way of
self-punishment. Erik believes you have to suffer to make great art, as he saw
it from many artists. He actually thinks Mozart, who continued composing even on
his deathbed, a role model. You have to consume and sacrifice yourself for the
sake of art.
If Christine wants to playfully annoy Erik, she
calls him by the nickname Ricky. Erik hates this name he says it sounds like a
name you would give to a Dachshund.
In his childhood, Erik was called an “owl
bastard’ many times by his mother because he had glowing yellow eyes in the
dark, has good hearing and he liked to stay up late even as a child.
I think everyone’s more excited about Katie McGrath being promoted to a series regular than Chris Wood lmao and he has literally been in every episode already. Like a character that has only been in like 8epusodes is getting a bigger reception than someone who was already sorta seen as a series regular but had to be officially announced. Like I’m dying. The power of the lip bite am I right.
(With frank castle plz n thank) "did you seriously break into some woman's car to get her dog out, JUST because she had the windows closed?"
“Damn right I did,” he grumbles, cradling the small dog against his chest, scratching lazily behind her ears. “The hell you think I am, huh? You really think I was gonna let this poor thing suffer in there?”
“Frank, it’s the middle of the night,” you sigh. “There’s a million reasons why that dog could’ve been in there.”
He turns to you then, and he glares at you. “You tellin’ me that I shoulda left this girl in there? Let her die of heatstroke or starvation or something?”
“Well, no,” you almost stutter, biting your lip as he takes a step forward. “I was just…you know…what if she comes back soon, you know? No? Oh, never mind.”
“Good, that’s what I thought,” he mumbles. “Come on, we’re goin’.”
“Frank you can’t take the dog.”
“What am I supposed to do with her, huh, hotshot? I’m takin’ the dog whether you say no or not.”