look at him being so helpful

Monsta X Reaction #25 - You’re self conscious around them

anon asked: Hi! Could you do a BTS and Monsta X reaction to you being self councious around them?

Hyunwoo: he doesn’t understand why you’re self conscious around him though? Like he thinks you’re so beautiful and funny and so perfect and always looks at you like *gif*

He starts to wonder if it’s because he stares too much honestly so he ends up trying to explain why he’s staring at you whenever you catch him.

“Jagi you’re just so cute when your nose scrunches up like that. I couldn’t help it…”

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Hoseok: He would try to talk to you about it and get emotional about it.

“I just want you to be comfortable around me and I just… I try to make you comfortable, I really do. Babe just please tell me what I need to do so you stop feeling like that with me.”

He would do anything you told him to do to. He just wants you to feel safe, loved, and never judged when you’re with him.

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Minhyuk: This boy looks at you like he looks at this pizza. He’s usually good at telling when you start to feel self conscious though and uses that opportunity to compliment you or to avoid looking at you for a while until he senses that you feel comfortable again.

eventually you relax around him because he’s jusyt so good at reading people that he always knows what you need him to do.

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i’m not really sure why I’m feeling so shy to post this >///< anyway i wanted to see if i could do an OC Morty in the Pocket Morty style, and I also wanted to thank @futagogo for being so supportive and helpful to me in getting into this fandom and helping me sort of get situated here, so i did their adorable Mouse from their fanfiction Citadel Of Lost Children as a thank-you gift!!! i really hope he looks ok (and futagogo, i hope you guys don’t mind that i drew your little guy!!!) he is very cute and i hope you like him!!!

anonymous asked:

143. Malec or Jimon

anonymous said: 217?? :D

143. “You can sing?” + 217. “H-How long have you been standing there?”

Being on his own in the loft is still new for Alec, even after having lived here for a few months now. He thinks it’s probably just the fact that it’s a new thing for him, to see the loft without Magnus in it, but if he looks deeper into it, he knows it’s because while the loft is the place he now calls home, that isn’t entirely true. Because at the end of the day, Alec knows Magnus is his home, not the loft, so being here on his own feels a bit off at times.

Still, Alec has been getting more and more comfortable in it, and there are traces of him all throughout the loft, just as there are traces of Magnus, and that helps. He got back from the Institute a while ago, and he’s curled up on the couch with a book when his phone chimes with a text message.

I’ll be home in an hour, I can’t wait to see you, Alexander. I love you.

Alec smiles at the text, sending a short reply (I’ll be waiting, love you too.) before getting up off the couch. He goes over to the kitchen, figuring out what he could make for dinner, but as he’s prepping the ingredients and utensils he needs, he’s bothered by the absence of Magnus’ voice, or the soft crackle of his magic, so he turns on the stereo, letting the music fill the loft.

He gets lost in the process of cooking, gently humming under his breath, until he recognise a very familiar voice coming from the speakers.

I want to break free, I want to break free

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Lights On: A Stiles Stilinski Imagine

So this is based off Lights On by Shawn Mendes because that song is literally my life, and I feel like it is such a Stiles kind of song, if you get what I mean. Anyway, enjoy x 

Damn, you look so good with your clothes on

And I’m not trying to come off too strong
But you know that I can’t help it
‘Cause girl you’re beautiful

From the moment Stiles saw her, he knew he loved her. Of course, it sounded cliche, but he just couldn’t help it. 

Y/N Y/L/N was beautiful. 

And so he made an effort to tell her everyday, smiling at the blushes that always came, and the gentle kisses she’d give him, telling him to stop being silly, to which he always replied, I’m only telling the truth baby. 

He’d lace his fingers through her as they walked to his door. His dad would be at work, and so they’d use the opportunity as a study date. Him wanting to do other things, her actually wanting to study. 

“You know you don’t have to worry about your grades. You’re gonna get in,” he knelt down before the bed that she lay sprawled across, books spread out, so their faces were inches apart. 

“You don’t know that Stiles. I might not get good grades,” she crinkled her forehead in that adorable way he loved, fiddling with the cuffs of that plaid shirt that was slightly too big for her, considering it was actually his. 

But he didn’t care. She looked perfect in it. 

“Of course you are. You’re gonna get into Stanford, graduate, then we’re gonna get married, and move into that house with that picket fence. Maybe get a dog, or a cat, or both, have kids. Grow old, and sit on a creaky old porch watching our grandkids run about. Little mini-mes and mini-yous.”

It was a fantasy he always told her. One she loved, and one he wanted more than anything. 

One that always ended in a kiss.

And I can’t deny I want your body
But I’m a gentleman so I’ll be
The one who takes it slowly
'Cause girl you’re so beautiful

Stiles was always the perfect gentleman. 

He always made sure to do things at her pace. It was one of the many reasons why she loved him. 

Of course, this was only a small factor compared to his kind heart, his adorableness. His honey coloured eyes, his moles that dotted his face. The list continued. 

Y/N Y/L/N wanted to stay with him for the rest of her life. 

She kissed him slowly, passionately, savouring every moment. She felt his hands slide up into her hair as she pushed the jacket off his shoulders, her hands moving up the planes of his chest. 

“You’re beautiful”, he mumbled against her lips. 

“Stop being silly.”

I wanna love you with the lights on
Keep you up all night long
Darling, I wanna see every inch of you
I get lost in the way you move

Y/N was sleeping, her head against Stiles’ chest, her hair tickling his skin. 

He didn’t mind though. As long as he was with her, that was what mattered. 

He wasn’t tired, and falling asleep would only stop him from seeing her beautiful form in his arms. Of course, he saw her in his dreams, but it wasn’t quite the same. In his dreams, the kisses weren’t real. In his dreams, he couldn’t really feel the softness of her skin against his. In his dreams, he wasn’t really with her. 

Stroking her arm, he placed a kiss into her hair. 

“I love you, beautiful,” he whispered to her, the lights still on. 

He knew she heard him. 

I wanna love you with the lights on
Hold you 'til the night’s gone
Darling, I wanna see every inch of you
I get lost in the way you move
I wanna love you with the lights on

Stiles was asleep when Y/N woke up. 

She turned to face the clock, seeing the time that meant they were late to school. She considered waking her unconscious boyfriend, but with his eyelashes fluttering and his chest moving, she thought better of it. 

They could miss one day. As he always said, it’s not like either of them had to worry about their grades. 

Snuggling back into his chest, noticing how the lights were still on, she felt him stir. 

“You know, you’re beautiful in the mornings.”

“Stop being silly.”

“Good morning to you too.”

She kissed him, his hand cupping her cheek as he kissed her back with just as much love and desire.


anonymous asked:

hcs Taking care of Baby Groot

Taking care of Baby Groot:

  • Playing music to try and distract him.
  • Always having to look down to make sure he’s still there.
  • (He’s usually not)
  • Freaking out when he gets a minor injury.
  • Bothering the other Guardians to help you take care of Groot.
  • Carrying him in your pocket or on your shoulder.
  • Not being able to stay mad at him because he’s so freaking adorable.
  • Trying not to laugh when he gets mad because he looks so silly.
  • Ending up becoming really close to Groot, and him being super protective of you and growling at anyone who gets too close.

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You wake up to something soft on your face and you open your eyes to see a fluffy kitten above you, mewing softly. Bucky smiles sheepishly, saying that he couldn't help himself. He looks so happy as the kitten chews on his metal finger that you don't even want to attempt to tell him off. So you both spend the morning cradling the fluffy kitten and tickling it, Bucky being in awe that the tiny animal isn't scared of him.

I feel like this would happen if Bucky rescued a kitten

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OK so y’know how Joe Tracz confirmed that Evan Hansen’s squip would look like Bob Ross??


You need to know how happy this idea makes me because if there is anyone who deserves a constant calm presence in their life it is Evan Hansen

imagine him starting to overthink something he’s done or said and he’s about to spiral and suddenly there’s this really soft soothing voice telling him it’s ok to make mistakes and often those mistakes end up being part of something beautiful and it actually does help a lot to pull him back from that kind of thinking and he starts being ok with himself 

and if he’s getting nervous about a presentation or talking to someone his squip’s there to tell him what to say and eventually he gets so good at this that he only needs the briefest outline to get him on the right track (unlike the stuff jeremy’s squip tells him to say that kind of made him a bit of a jerk this squip is telling evan to be kind and understanding like if someone snaps at him it explains how they were hurting from something that happened earlier and evan just needs to be patient and not assume he did something wrong and reach out to the person and offer support or just to listen and like so many people start to love him for this and even if they don’t speak to him again the squip points out how they always smile when he walks past them in the hallway and this is such a confidence boost for evan to know that when people look at him it’s not because they’re judging him it’s because he was nice to them when they needed it im sorry this is getting really long but this idea is just so pure)

and maybe evan reaches out a bit and befriends connor and zoe and alana and patches things up with jared after his squip kind of points him in that direction bc obviously a supercomputer can tell that these kids are going through things and could really use someone like evan to just be there and like his whole life is improving so much and he slowly becomes ok with himself and doesn’t have those spiraling thoughts anymore and he doesn’t even notice that the squip’s been talking to him less and less and giving him fewer instructions because he’s learning how to do it on his own

and one day he drinks some red mountain dew without knowing what it does and he doesn’t even notice that the squip’s gone because it’s been slowly fading out on its own and maybe even nudged him to drink it because he doesn’t even need the squip anymore since he’s learned how to be okay with himself even when he messes up and he’s getting this really strong support system of people who love him and and w o w

I just re-watched the new trailer for Game of thrones, and there’s a scene where it looks like Jon is riding way in a great deal of pain. He’s clutching his stomach and leant forward, indicating he’s been injured (If it is him on the horse, same furs) at 1:34 in the trailer. So I have a theory. Well two, that sort of coenside with one another.

The first being this is what Bran see’s when he wargs. And this is why Sansa walks away so emotionally torn. Jon may or may not be alive? They don’t know, all they do know is he’s alone on a horse, without help and dying. We also know that when Jon is alone, Sansa is saying “When white winds blow, the lone wolf dies…” as he’s on his horse. (This is weak at best, but I did it anyway, so oh well. And I prefer that she and him had a little fight or something)

The second being this could be slight confirmation that D@ny, if she saves Jon’s group, does not retrieve him. It is entirely possible that he makes it to Benjen and they help each other out (And why the hell would D@ny fly him all the way to Dragonstone? That part I’m having issue with when she can just drop him off at WF, just to have that boatsex- and how does she lose the dragon she’s on to the NK while she’s on him?) Anywho, I’m not saying that will happen, because it’s possible that D@ny will swoop right back down and pick him up. But who knows, I like my tinfoil, so whatever. 


“Ava…” Audrey mostly spoke to herself. “I haven’t been the best, but I haven’t been the worst, either. I’ve been up and down, but things have really been looking better since… since she passed.” Audrey shrugged.

The thought of losing Seneca hit Theodore in a way he hadn’t been hurt before. Something about being a parent changed the way he looked at things. “I bet. How’s Stefan been with all this?”

“He’s been wonderful. Very supportive. I’m so lucky to have him around to help me through this. He’s always been my rock, y’know?”

“I’m guessing he’s been helping you with the Londyn thing, too?”

“Yeah… well, kind of.” Much like Jaxton, Theodore had always been easy to talk to. The three of them had shared everything growing up, so opening up to him wasn’t hard at all. “I mean, he wants me to forgive her. He said something about the grudge being part of the reason things are so hard between him and I.”

“He might have a point,” Theodore could see he had struck a nerve when her smile had turned to a frown. He needed to re-direct the conversation. “have you thought of -”

Don’t you dare.”

The I've come to wreck your shit fic

“Oh you like praise love? Maybe I can tell you how you clench so nicely around my cock with your tight little hole. How you are the only one who I’d ravage like an animal…” Dark chuckled as he tilted your chin up, looking into your eyes while he licked his teeth in an open mouth smirk. “So delicious and all mine…. A pretty little pet who I can bend and break until all they know is my cock.” Your quiet whimpers made him chuckle again as the sound of his zipper being pulled down filled the room. “As much as I love those little sounds, why not put your mouth to a better use?”

//help… I don’t have pants… I’m… *squeaks*//

Some of the best things I’ve heard in Heathers rehearsal so far:

  • “Oh no! My shirt, where’d it go?” followed by really slow and awkward finger guns
  • “Free pizza, and we don’t even have to buy it a pussy!”
  • “Those stupid tree thumpers”
  • *dramatically pirouettes and leaps in* “BIG SWORDFIGHT IN HER MOUTHHH”
  • “Aww that seems like a relationship that would last.” “Yeah until one of them blows up” “I guess you could say their love is….. explosive”
  • *Our choreographer screaming like one of those sheep used in parodies back in vintage youtube days whenever she gets frustrated or needs to get people’s attention.*
  • “So you’re going to do a Jesus lift” “A WHAT” “Just put your arms out and they’ll lift you like you’re Jesus resurrecting from the cross”
  • “Welcome to Newsies on steroids.”
  • “Be the closeted gay we all need.”
  • “The first step to any good plan is murder.”
  • “How much bitch is enough bitch though?”
  • “Imagine having to explain to someone like ““oh how’d you break your tailbone?” ““Oh I booty-popped too hard.”” 
  • “When we go off to makeover Veronica, can she still have the monocle, but, hear me out, it’s now bedazzled.”
  • “I have to check the historical accuracy of bedazzling in the ‘80s.”
  • “Okay, but what if we made it gay?”
  • “COSTUME NOTE: SOMEONE MAKE RAM PARTY SLIPPERS!” “What if they’re like bunny slippers, but with tiny party hats?!”
  • “This is Ram, he’s not very nice, but somehow my best friend still wants to fuck him.”
  • “Your whole bio better be about how much you love and respect women or else I can’t help you when your ass is being kicked.”
  • “I paired you guys together because you say he’s your sort of boyfriend later.” *Kurt proceeds to emark in various sexual dance endeavors with multiple other women* “That’s where the sort of comes into play….”
  • “SHUT UP HEATHER” *bursts out crying*
  • Our original Chandler dropped out so our original Duke got promoted to her role and just looks at me and says “Oh my god this is the most Heather Duke thing that has ever happened to me”
  • “That’s a school cheer?!?!”
  • “What if when she makes you spit up the pills, your wig flies off?” “Oh no you’ve discovered the real reason behind my crisis, I AM NOT A NATURAL BLONDE”
  • “Maybe he should take up knitting or something as a hobby rather than therapedic murder.”
  • “The saddest thing is that’s not even 3rd base”
  • “Veronica, you’re soaking wet!” *cue our assistant stage manager loosing her shit*
  • “My character description is just internal screaming.”
  • “Who needs a dance partner when you have weed?”
  • “I feel bad having to ask but was that supposed to be a dick joke?”
  • “Do I get extra points if one of the pills hits someone in the face?”
  • “I can’t remember the lyrics but I’m pretty sure I’m still gay”
  • “Why didn’t they just throw the bomb and run or something, like why are they so determined to die?” 
  • *recites Blue Reprise as demonic slam poetry because we didn’t have rehearsal tracks yet*  
  • “Veronica, it’s not a phase. I’m just naturally a slightly psychotic bag of angst with great hair.”
  • *music director teaching us Blue* ”They’ll curl up on your face. And purr like-” *slowly looks up from music and proceeds to put his head in his hands* “There’s moments that I evaluate my life and this is definitely one of them.”

And we’re still about 3 weeks from tech week


( 1 8 . 0 6 . 1 7 ) 🎧 to find you - sing street

june study challenge day 18: today is father’s day in the u.s.! describe your dad or another male role model that has helped you in your academic life. my dad’s a food chemist, so between him and my mother’s microbiology work i literally grew up inside labs and we lived inside the campus itself. he’s a very good teacher and he knows so much, cooking with him is so interesting and yet he’s never pushed me towards science like the rest of my family, he always encouraged me to make my own choices. i look up to him a lot, since he has to deal with being an immigrant and a non native speaker of portuguese, and yet he works so hard and has achieved so much! besides he’s created & published optimized chromatography methods and imo that’s really cool



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No Weapons? No Armor? No Problem.

Context: Playing D&D 3.5e. We had to introduce two new characters, an elven wizard (not me) and a Dwarven fighter (me), both level 4. The party was in a dungeon so the DM decided that we were chained to a wall with no weapons or armor. We were being guarded by a pair of evil necromancers and a few skeletons. This happened.

Me (Ooc): I am pulling on the chains with all of my might. Btw my strength is 19 (which is maxed out for a level 4 Dwarf)

After a series if rolls I bust out and free the elf, who immediately hides in a corner and urges me to help him look for our equipment.


I proceeded to run head first into combat, took a -4 penalty to do lethal damage with unarmed strike, and suffered attacks of opportunity each round with only a 13 AC against level 6 enemies. To everyone’s amazement, he manages to kill both both necromancers with his bare hands while getting hit repeatedly by swords and never faltering.

Cleric: You… you just… I don’t even have words for what you just did…

Dwarf: No words needed friend! I am in your debt! For this, I would battle Hades himself with nothing but my flesh and blood and emerge victorious!

Druid: Somehow I believe every word you are saying.

My Dwarf then proceeded to open up a barrel of Dwarven Mead and get everyone slackered in celebration.

Happy father’s day!! friendly reminder that keith’s dad:

  • abandoned him “so many years” ago, and never even told him why
  • raised and left keith in a run down shack in the middle of the desert 
    • said shack doesnt even have a bed, so keith likely slept on this decrepit looking couch thing with this thin cloth for a blanket
    • because keith had no other relatives or place to go, and due to the shack’s location, enlisting in the garrison was likely one of keith’s only options 
  • his absent father also seems to be the root of all his abandonment issues, which is probably a big part of why he’s also so affected by losing shiro and has trouble opening up to people 
  • mr kogane also never told his son anything about being half-alien that could’ve possibly helped him understand why he feels so lost, or to help prepare him for anything that might happen with the galra in the future 
    • instead, he just leaves keith with the bom knife and tells him nothing about it
    • doesnt tell him anything about his mom either
    • this ensures that keith’s only way of finding out his past would be to endure a perilous cult-like initiation that either ends in “knowledge or death,” which could’ve totally killed him  
  • it might just be because keith’s having this weird nightmare vision, but his dad in bom sure seems…strange. like, how he keeps the windows blocked off and keeps telling keith everything will be fine if they just stay inside. if those lines were pulled from like a repressed memory or something, then the implications just…arent very good…

ya i just…. i would fight keith’s dad

JINX | Taehyung (M)

Originally posted by kimthwriter

Fluff | Crack | Smut | Neighbor!Taehyung | EMT!Taehyung | Enemies → lovers

You’ve had your sights set on Kim Taehyung ever since you’ve moved into the apartment next door to him, the only problem is that your klutz gene makes it difficult to get within three feet of the boy before a freak accident of some sort occurs

word count: 29k+

A/N: first of all i blame @bxebxee for the cumplay that occured in this hot mess, second of all IM SORRY its so long and third taehyung ended up a lot more… toxic than i anticipated so i wanted to warn against that and that i dont condone a lot of his actions/reactions or the toxicity of the relationship but its how his character and OC came out.

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Wrong Taxi (Part 1)

Summary: You get into an already occupied taxi and what ensues can only be bad luck. (Done for Kait’s 5k AU Writing Challenge).

Word Count: 2,757

Warnings: Drinking. Throwing up. 

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble series, but it is definitely not lol. I hope you all enjoy this first part. It’s gonna be a fun ride :D

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The heartache was more than you could have ever foreseen. You were blissfully unaware of how much value you had placed on your relationship with your now-ex boyfriend. It was a slap in the face when he broke up with you and you found yourself crying in a bathroom stall at work. Cursing at yourself, you wiped your eyes with the coarse toilet paper, hissing at the sting it caused on the sensitive skin. Kleenex did a much better job, but the box was currently sitting on your desk, which was in the middle of the vast office you worked at. And the last thing you wanted was wandering eyes and gossips flowing around the office with you in the center of it all.

Blowing your nose, you groaned and buried your face in your hands. Expletives ricocheted back and forth inside your brain, almost all of them directed at your former boyfriend, but some of them were for yourself. You had been foolish, utterly and completely foolish. Thinking that he was as in love with you as you were with him, you had even asked him to move in the previous week. He had just smiled at you and told you he’d think about it.

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  • Azriel looks to the camera: it was a pretty chill day. I went on a walk. Feyre was painting. Rhys was watching Feyre paint. I don't think Feyre noticed tho. Amren was attempting to eat normal food since she used to only drink blood. It didn't go so well for the chef. Nesta and Cassian were doing the usual. Fucking and arguing. Mor went shopping and was being really friendly to the girl who helped her out. Wonder what that was about? Elain baked some cookies. Lucien was talking to her, so I punched him. Then he went to his room cause he was in pain. So then I helped Elain in her garden. And when we went to drink tea on the porch, we heard Rhys and Feyre banging, so I took her to my special quiet spot by a lake. Like I said, pretty chill day.

2,500 Followers Oneshot

Summary: The reader moves into a new town and finds out something surprising about her new gorgeous neighbor.

Prompt: “I’m not sure if you’re trying to turn me on but I have a boner now.”

Pairing: neighbor!Dean x Reader

Requested: @whispersandwhiskerburn


You’ve never despised a word so much in your god damn life. It mocks you, rips every little aggravation from the world and throws it right into your fucking face. It’s turned your life completely and totally upside down. Then it spun you the fuck around just to make sure you’re officially screwed.

Having just moved from New York two weeks ago, you can now call Nashville home. Forget a different state, you feel like you’re in a freaking different reality. The friendly residents alone throw you for a loop. You’re slightly convinced that they have some ulterior motive. Then again considering the shady fuckers in your past, you could just be paranoid. 

Growing up in a big city has given you a tough exterior that the men around here seem to be intimated by. It must be the way you carry yourself, also the permanent bitch face that you’ve acquired over the years.

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