lol is shit

you: omg dnp are so in love!!

me, an intellectual: dan and phil were two boys from england. one was so, so sad, and the other loved happiness and making other people smile.
so, naturally, the universe took it upon itself to pair up these two lost boys. and it did. it was the most beautiful thing the world has ever witnessed.
they go together like two fitting pieces of a puzzle, completing each other in the finest ways. the happy boy made it his priority to rid dan of all the sadness that clung onto his existence. so he did.
dan and phil are two men from england. one laughs the loudest out of the entirety of london, and the other sits next to him, always, staring lovingly at the boy he managed to save.

Ok ok so I feel like its more commonly assumed that Phichit was probably pining for Yuuri for a while first before he had to be blatantly obvious that he had a big ole crush on Yuuri, but what if it was the other way around? Imagine if Phichit was the first person Yuuri found that he was really attracted to, and when he realized that, it hit him like a ton of bricks. 

He would try to play it cool and act normal, but start freaking out more than usual. Phichit is a naturally touchy person, even in the most platonic ways, but now every time he’s touched Yuuri jumps like he’s received an electric shock. When they’d have movie nights, they used to share a blanket and when Phichit offers, Yuuri scoots his ass as far away as he can on the couch. 

And Phichit’s like “What the hell man you’ve been acting weird all week…Yuuri did I do something wrong?”

“Nonono it’s not you I promise.”

“Well then what is it? And don’t say nothing because I can tell when something is bugging you.”

Yuuri clutches his elbows and doesn’t meet Phichit’s eyes.

“Yuuuuri~”

“Nnnnnn”

“Yuuri, don’t make me make you tell me,” he says with a devilish smirk. Phichit crawls towards Yuuri and pounces on him, tickling his sides. They crash to the ground with Yuuri laughing and gasping for air. 

They end up with Phichit sitting on top of Yuuri and pinning him to the floor. He bends down to whisper in Yuuri’s ear. “I’ll stop when you tell mee~.” Before he can lean back, Yuuri turns his head and captures Phichit’s lips in a quick kiss. 

Yuuri slaps a hand over his mouth as his face reddens. “I-I’m so sorry I didn’t mean-” He covers his entire face with both arms.

He feels Phichit’s fingers gently trying to peel his arms apart. “Yuuri,” he says softly, “Yuuri please come out..” He mumbles out a no, that he’s staying like this for forever, before feeling the soft press of lips to the skin of his forearm.

He peeks through the crack of his arms to find the worried gaze of Phichit above him, a little crease forming between his eyebrows. “Is this why you were acting odd? You… like me?” Yuuri manages a little nod. 

“Well, that kiss was a little sloppy. If you come out of there, we can try again, if you want.”

Yuuri slowly lets his arms fall to the side and pushes himself up on his elbows so his nose is a few inches from Phichit’s. “You… aren’t mad?”

Phichit lets out a breathy chuckle. “Oh Yuuri, why would I be mad? Especially when you look so cute like this?”

Yuuri felt his cheeks flush again, and leaned forward to kiss Phichit once more.

anonymous asked:

Okay, so I went to the movies today with my grandparents (big mistake) to see Kong Skull Island. So like the last 30 mins in my grandma turns around and sees two kids kissing. To us they looked like 14 and 13 (the girl and boy respectively), so she tells my grandpa that they're rude and their young and shouldn't be like that. And I was wondering if you could give me a Jikook headcanon based on that prompt. Sorry for the long ask. Btw I love your blog.

The lights were dim, encasing the theater in a blanket of darkness, the only source of light being the giant flickering movie screen on the far wall of the room. Watcher’s faces were illuminated occasionally by the bright colors, revealing their faces and…activities. It was a bit over an hour into the movie, the climax recently passed indicating that the end of the film was nearing.

And that’s when he noticed it.

“Jimin,” he whispered urgently.

“What?” He still wasn’t looking at him

“Jimin!” Jungkook tries nudging his shoulder.

“I’m trying to watch the movie, what is it??” He finally turns his head over to the other man who was trying desperately to get his attention.

Jungkook nods his head discreetly in the direction of the seats behind them. “Would you look at that?”

Jimin honestly has no idea what the other is talking about until he turns his attention to the who exactly were in those seats. Two young kids—no older than 14—had their lips tightly locked together rather obscenely in the darkness of the theater. Jimin raises an eyebrow at the scene but doesn’t say anything more.

“Can you believe it?” Jungkook says in disbelief.

“Hm,” Jimin responds, absentmindedly.

“They are so young! Too young to be doing that—and in public.”

“Yes Jungkookie you’re right.”

“I wonder if their parents know where they are and what they are up to. Kids these days.” Jungkook shakes his head, shoving in a mouthful of popcorn.

“A huh.”

“I mean, how rude is that? There are children in this theater—hell, they are children—”

“Jungkook.”

The younger stops in the middle of his rant and looks at the older who has quite an amused look on his face.

“While I love your passionate concern for those kids, can we please focus on the kid we have here on our hands? We did come to this movie for her after all.”

Jungkook’s shoulders relax from their tense position at the calming face of his husband, wrinkles from old age at the corners of his smiling eyes. His eyes flicker over to their granddaughter who was completely invested in the final minutes of the movie, oblivious to the scene next to her.

He weaves their fingers together and nods his head lightly, turning back to the giant screen to finish watching the movie.

“And besides, you can’t say that wasn’t us when we were their age.” Jimin murmurs under his breath.

Jungkook splutters.

harold, who is not at all concerned and doesn’t trust the machine: i won’t pretend im not concerned but root believes the machine will protect her

harold, who gave up on shaw the moment she stepped out of the elevator: i care about her deeply but hope is painful

harold, who again doesn’t trust the machine: she is asking us to stop looking for shaw so perhaps she does have a plan

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MBTI + Tops and Bottoms

ENFP: Either pillow princess or powerbottom, depending on how they feel that day

INFP: Pretends to be a top, but you so much as touch their shoulder and they turn into the neediest bottom ever

ISTP: service top

ESTP: selfish top

INTP: vers

ENTP: vers and down for anything

ISTJ: service top

ISFJ: service bottom

ESFJ: His/Her Royal Highness Pillow Princess

ESTJ: tireless service top

INTJ: p o w e r b o t t o m

ENTJ: scary top

ENFJ: enthusiastic service top

INFJ: vers, but only either an attentive service top or an emotional bottom

ISFP: Anything and everything you want if you ask nicely and give them a scooby snack after

ESFP: Just happy to be there