look at him i just nope

You Got Nothing To Prove [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

Request: do you still have my ask about Seb having a soft side with his little sibling or little cousin and reader, who thinks he’s just a big jerk, finding out about it.. and proceeding to tease him about it while he’s all “nope, I’m an asshole you’re confused I’m not nice at all.. what? me? soft? you’re soft!! …ok, just.. can we keep it a secret at least?” ? (if you lost it tho, that was it. that was the request lol ;) )

a/n: i don’t even remember seeing this ha…….i HAD to use the name #sorrynotsorry


Your eyes must be deceiving you. Sebastian Smythe is here, in an ice cream shop, with a little boy. They kind of look alike, other than the obvious; the boy has to be at least seven or eight and has darker hair; both have the same facial structure. The Warbler bends down, knees buckling under him.

When the boy points at you, you try to appear occupied, scuffing your floral print Vans on the bland tiles. “Well, if it isn’t Little Miss Sunshine…” Sebastian taunts, tongue flicking over his top pearly teeth. Your thumbs hook in your thin brown backpack straps, tugging them to the waistband of your dark green shorts, eyes focused on the floor.

“Seb, tell her she’s pretty…” the young boy whispers as quietly as possible. Your cheeks heat up.

Sebastian’s grass green eyes blow wide, long eyelashes batting across his freckles. “Dartanian! What was our deal?” The boy giggles, much to your surprise. “I get you ice cream and this is how you act…” he grumbles, smiling as Dartanian tugs on his navy blazer, licking the cone. “You are so lucky you’re cute.”

A little noise comes out of you and you cover your face with your hands. This is so cute! “I never knew you could be so nice, Sebastian!” you squeak, jumping slightly. The Warbler rolls his eyes, trying not to grin at your level of adorableness. “I thought you were an as-…” you cut yourself off, fixing your black t-shirt.

“Come eat with us! Seb thinks you’re cute!” Dartanian smirks. There it is. There’s the resemblance. Same goddamn smirk.

With wide eyes, the brunette looks at the boy, as if he disrespected his honor or something. “Go sit down!” he orders, voice slightly higher than usual. Dartanian huffs, stomping towards the table with the messenger bag and blazer. Sebastian sighs, straightening his striped tie. “Look, I am an asshole. I’m not nice, I-”

“You like me…” you tease, rocking back on your heels, broad smile on your lips. He turns his head, jaw clenching. “You’re nice and you think I’m cute!” you giggle, twisting from side to side bashfully.

Sebastian frowns, pretending to be annoyed. “Yes, okay, I’m nice to my cousin. Big deal. Are you gonna join us or not?” he bites, glaring; you nod, continuing to smile. “Okay… this is between us, got it?” he grumbles, spinning on his heel.

“Can I hold your hand?” you ask innocently, gaze focused on capturing his hand.

He scowls, “No.” (Plot twist, you end up holding hands.)

We all know how Mr and Mrs Myxzptlk ends.

Lena walks up to the DEO. J’onn won’t let her in. Kara threatens him. She is sick of all the guys… from him to Mr Myxzptlk to Mon-El trying to be all macho. “Let her in or so help me I will—” she starts. 

Needless to say, they let Lena in. “Hi, Kara, I just came to make sure that you were okay after the attack on the city,” says Lena. Everyone is shocked. She knows Kara’s identity?

“What?!” Winn says, “you told her?” Kara gives him a ‘stop judging, you hipocrite’ look and gives Lena a long hug 🤗. This hug is long enough to make anyone suspicious.

“Nope,” Kara says to Winn. While Maggie shares a questioning look with Alex. Kara turns back to Lena, “And I’m fine. There was just this guy and he told me that he loved me —not really sure why— but anyways he was an evil imp —literally— and now he’s gone.”

Lena smiled a small smile of relief. The kind that only Kara could bring out in her.

“Well, who wouldn’t lo—” she stopped herself, turning to J’onn, Alex and Winn. “You really need to upgrade your system to a to more advanced motion tracking software,” Lena says quickly, sticking to what she knows and trying to politely get out of there as quickly as possible. “Anyway, that’s all I came to say.”

“Woah, hang on,” Kara says, completely oblivious, and trying to play peacekeeper. “I,” she concludes, eyeing the team’s judgemental and slightly bewildered faces, “am coming with you! Just give me a minute!”

As Kara walks to the door she spins around back to face the team. “And next time, be nicer,” she makes a grumpy face. “Lena’s heart was beating a million miles a minute back there!”

Maggie lets out a small laugh as Kara turns on one heel to follow Lena out of the room.

With Lena now out of the room, ahead of Kara, J’onn whispers quickly in Kara’s ear so that only she can hear him: “Make a move Supergirl.”

anonymous asked:

You talked before about when Viktor fell in love with Yuuri but when did Yuuri fell in love with Viktor?

It’s highly probable that Yuuri had a romantic crush on Victor for years before the start of the anime. Just look at that face.

Now people can argue that his heart is pounding just because he’s thrilled his idol is there and that he gets the chance to work with him. I’ve seen people question whether or not Yuuri has romantic feelings for Victor at all because of how soundly he rejects his advances. (Like when he tells Victor he doesn’t want him as a boyfriend.)

But consider what happened at the banquet.

Yuuri didn’t just go up to Victor and fanboy him. He didn’t ask to take pictures with him or pester him for an autograph. Nope. While Yuuri was drunk, he seduced Victor. He tried to grind on him.

I don’t know about you, but personally, my hips are not inspired to move for anyone I am not sexually attracted to.

Alcohol does this (sometimes) wonderful thing where it removes inhibitions that hold you back from going for what you really want. Yuuri liked Victor from the beginning. At the very minimum, he found Victor attractive enough to want to get physical with him.

But was he in love?

I don’t think it’s possible for Yuuri to have truly loved someone he didn’t really know as a person. He might have loved the idea of Victor Nikiforov - a beautiful face in a magazine - but Yuuri couldn’t have loved the real Victor.

To me, this is why Yuuri rejected Victor’s advances at first. He didn’t know the guy. Add to that the fact that he’s shy and an extremely private person, and it’s understandable that he wouldn’t want to jump into a relationship with someone he only knows from a magazine.

Yuuri is the type of person who needs time to come to term with his own feelings.

But here. Right. There. *points at screecap above*

That’s the face.

This screencap is from Episode 4 after we see Victor and Yuuri’s friendship truly beginning to blossom. Yuuri says in this scene: “Please, God. Give me Victor’s time, if only just for now.” 

Pretty damn sure that’s the face of a man falling in love.

If Yuuri was only praying for Victor’s time as his coach, we would have just had more training montage shown to us. Why show a picture of Yuuri with flushed cheeks and wavering eyes with soft romantic light flooding the frame? He looks like he’s realizing something there. He’s having a moment.

So yeah. I think his feelings are made very apparent in Episode 4 and that those feelings are real. Not just a crush. Because Yuuri really does know Victor at this point. They’re friends, and the feelings have deepened naturally from there.

What the Hell is a Stiles?

Sterek, T, 2K, Blind Date AU


Saw the prompt from this post that someone reblogged. (Take a look at the list, there are so many good ideas!)

Our mutual friend set us up on a blind date and I thought I’d hate it but you’re actually… kind of funny? But because I expected to hate it in no way am I going to let you change my mind just because you’re gorgeous and funny and intelligent oh no my friend is not winning this


“No,” Derek says easily, without even looking up from his book. Erica groans and flops into the chair opposite him, nearly upsetting his mug of hot chocolate.

“Seriously?” she says, bracing both elbows on the table and leaning toward him. “At least hear me out.”

“Nope.”

“He’s cute, Der! I think you’d really like him.”

“Absolutely not. You have a terrible track record with set-ups.”

Erica has the decency to wince, at least, and drop her gaze from Derek’s. “But you’re a catch, Der, and you deserve someone who can make you happy. And since you don’t want to date me—”

“You don’t want to date me, either,” he reminds her, but she just rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, whatever. But seriously. You’re great.”

“I thought I was grumpy and terrible with people?” he asks, parroting her words from after the last failed date, and she huffs.

“Please?” she wheedles, poking her lower lips out a bit. “For me. If it goes badly, I’ll never try to set you up again.”

Derek sighs. Fuck.

His facial expressions must be more transparent than he thinks because Erica’s eyes light up. “Oh my god, you’re gonna say yes.”

Derek scowls at her. “Just coffee,” he says firmly. At least that way, he can get it in a to-go cup and make a neat escape after five minutes if he needs to. “No dinner, no movie, no activities.”

“Fine,” she says quickly, digging in her jeans pocket for her phone. “You got it.”

“This is not gonna end well,” he warns her, but she just waves her hand without looking up from her phone.

“Have some faith, Der,” she says, patting him on the hand absently while she pushes her chair back and stands up. “I can’t wait to tell Stiles.”

Derek blinks, watching Erica walk away. 

“Wait, what the hell is a Stiles?” he calls after her.

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Eren: Hey captain, why does Commander Nile always look constipated?

Levi: Hell if I know. Why?

Eren: Because. *whispers* He`s full of bullshit.

Levi: *laughs beautifully*

_________________________________________

Nile: This is why the Military Police is here to help you, we-

Eren: *whispers* Guess he took a laxative, `cause all the bullshit`s spewing out of him.

Levi: *Laughs and startles everyone at the meeting*

Nile: Ahem is there something to discuss? Cadet?

Eren: Nope. Just talking shit.

Levi: *falls out of his chair laughing*

mmmmnn martin & finn’s characters are just. really interesting to me tbh heres me rambling a bunch

martin always pushes his problems away and never looks back? found his long lost son? just escape the citadel. dooming a whole species in The Visitor? gotta build this rocket. nope. bye. see ya (x)

but then finn realizes this, gets mad at him about it and launches him into space, but it doesn’t really leave him unscathed because now when he messes up he thinks, shit, i’m selfish like my dad

but he’s really not like his dad, because finn was Literally offered the choice to escape all his troubles and burdens and finn accepted that he couldn’t run away from everything and decided to accept everything in his life, the good and the bad, while his dad just. chose to fling himself off their plane of existence

(and semi unrelated but finn Does know how to face his mistakes and apologize for them, Bun Bun was a great episode)

the really fun thing i like is that when he realizes this, finn tries to use it to help others (helper genes hell yeah!!) and tells the other humans in the islands that it’s okay to feel pain, it’s okay to have troubles in your life and face them with everything else. (like frieda believed in, i guess. there’s more to life than just pure happiness, and that’s okay, that’s what makes it great)

it’s something martin could never do, it’s something finn learned to embrace, and it’s really fun to watch and god i love adventure time good fucking BYE

edit: semi unrelated too but finn and minnie’s dynamic is also pretty cool bc while finn learns to balance the good and the bad minnie doesn’t take problems very well either

she throws herself away (literally) into her Helper work and insists finn stays at the islands so he’ll never be hurt again

so, anyway, finn is great, and i rly love AT’s take on the Life’s A Big Grey Mess moral

Eddie Redmayne/Newt Scamander

…..I lost to my feelings for him

LOOK AT HIS FUCKING SMILE OMG

AND HIS CUTENESS OMG YES

Originally posted by newts-bowtrukkle

Goals, thats all I have to say about this one

BUT THEN HES LIKE NOPE JUST GONNA LOOK LIKA AFUCING HOT AS MUDDAFUCKA

And the people that draw good I just want to say thank you

Originally posted by hardyness

saves  innoccent creatures, loved by none innocent ones

You save lifes, and kill 

God his a sweetheart

Originally posted by secretly-a-wizard

I just couldn’t keep a hold of myself eheheheheh

Just look at his sweet smile

And then we have this, true perfection. He looks like the cutes frog

Originally posted by elenarinya

I want him 

OH LOOK HERE WE HAVE THE LITTLE HUFF SavING PEOPLE

And just being overall hot af 

Originally posted by hardyness

His face is priceless, just fild with *cant describe it so yea think*

Oh look here we have Eddies wonderful smile AGAIN 

I just absulotly love this picture 

Originally posted by newdscamander

Dear god help me

Oh look another one thats drawn, WITH A NIFFLER.ON.HIS.HEAD

hush little baby dont say a word, im just gonna stare at your perfection

Originally posted by hardyness

I can’t agree with this gif more 

he litterly just looks like the sweetest person

Seriously Eddie, you kill me

Originally posted by hardyness

He’s just adorable

I just had to have his cutre little awkward stand, such a cute little huffle he is

Evil Kermit meme (football version)

Neuer: The opponent is controlling the ball at midfield.

Neuer to Neuer: Run over there and snatch it.


Messi: That red coat too glossy.

Messi to Messi: Wear it.


Neymar: The opponent is approaching me.

Neymar to Neymar: Drop to the ground, NOW!


C Ronaldo: *looks at mirror*

C Ronaldo to C Ronaldo: You are the fairest of them all.


Suárez: Shit, the opponent snatched my ball.

Suárez to Suárez: Bite him.


Ramos: The first half has ended and I didn’t get a red card today.

Ramos to Ramos: There’s still second half.


Ibrahimović: I’m fabulous.

Ibrahimović to Ibrahimović: I know right?


Maradona: I can’t reach the ball with my head.

Maradona to Maradona: Use the hand. The hand.


Referee: Wait, is that a foul?

Referee to Referee: *tosses coin*. It’s heads, so nope.


Rooney: Is that alcohol?

Rooney to Rooney: Just drink it.

NO BUT

YURIO

YURI ‘TSUNDERE’ PLISETSKY

WILLINGLY AND WITHOUT BEING PUSHED BY ANYONE

NOT ONLY WORRYING AND CHEERING FOR YUURI

BUT INTENTIONALLY FINDING HIM ON THE STREETS AND GIVING HIM A BAG OF HIS GRANPA’S KATSUDON PIROZHKI AS A BIRTHDAY GIFT (THAT HE KNEW ABOUT, DEAR GOD, THIS BOY)

AND JUST… BEING FRIENDLY AND EVERYTHING WHILE STILL NEVER CALLING YUURI BY HIS NAME

WE’VE BEEN MAKING JOKES ABOUT HIM BEING ALL ‘NOPE, YOU’RE NOT MY DADS, DADS’ ALL WEEK, AND LOOK AT HIM NOW

YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I AM DYING RIGHT NOW

My character, Del, a wood elf rouge, was sent to a tavern to collect money for a drug dealer from a guy. All I know is his name, the fact that he practically lives at the tavern, and that he frequently uses the services of prostitutes.

Del: I’m looking for Bruno, do you know where he is?

Bartender: Nope, never heard of him.

Del (OOC): I guess I’ll just wait and watch for any sign of him.

I order a heavily diluted ale and nurse it for over an hour, waiting.

Two prostitutes come down the stairs. The bartender waves one of them over and whispers something to her. She then starts to head back up the stairs.

Del (OOC): Can I use a stealth check to follow her?

DM: You can on her, but the bartender is still watching you.

Del (OOC): Okay. I drop a copper piece on the floor, get down to pick it up, and crawl away.

DM: (laughing) Stealth check.

I roll well.

DM: You get half way to the stairs before you hear the bartender mutter.

Bartender: Wait, where’d he go?

DM: You make it to the stairs and look back to see the bartender duck and look under the table. He then checks his pockets to be sure all of his money is still there.

You know what messes me up if i think about it too hard? How goddamn tall Waluigi is canonically. Like you might think he’s about a head taller than Luigi, but nope. That’s just how he looks in-game because he squats and hunches over so he can be on the other characters eye level:

Seriously look; even squatting he’s still super tall. I like how in the bottom left one they just put him in the background so he fits in the scene, and in the right they straighten him out a little bit and shove him next to the princesses, but he’s still a lot taller than them even then.  

You know who he is the same size as when he stands fully upright, though?

Waluigi and Bowser are basically the same height and that makes me scared.

anonymous asked:

Hiya! First of all... I wish you the best of luck for mid terms! ❤ and could you do chocobros's reactions to their crush doing the "hey, could you hold something?" and puts their hand in theirs and leaves it there. Thanks!!! 😄

I could not stop smiling when I got this request! I just kept imagining it all and I could not contain my smile and giggles. I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it, nonny! *heart heart*


Prompto

  • He’s gonna be busy taking pictures around Lestallum when it happens
  • You guys are walking around together and you just finished buying a bunch of stuff from the camera store
  • “Hey, could you hold something?
  • “Sure” he thinks that you need help holding on to the things you purchased but nope
  • He’s gonna extend his hand thinking you’ll give him some bags to carry
  • “You sure this is all you need help with?” He says without looking
  • “Yep” and you squeeze his hand AND THAT’S WHEN HE NOTICES
  • He’s screaming internally and he’s turning 50 shades of red (HAHAHA), he’s also beaming and for some reason his face is stuck that way.
  • Once you get back to your hotel he’s not gonna wanna go inside because that means he’s going to have to let go of your hand
  • You guys walk around Lestallum 3 more times
  • When you tell him that he can hold your hand anytime, he finally agrees to retreating to the hotel.

Gladiolus

  • It’s gonna happen while you guys are on your way back from a hunt
  • He’s carrying a carcass on one arm while you carry some mushrooms in a bag
  • “Hey Gladio, can you hold something for me?”
  • He’s too tired to ask what it is so he just holds out his hand and wait for it
  • When you put your hand in his, he’s going to light up
  • He’s going to have this huge grin on his face and the carcass he was carrying? Doesn’t weigh like anything anymore.
  • He’s walking a lot taller now and he’s so happy it feels like he’s going to hug the hell out of the next person he sees 
  • Once you get to camp, he’s going to come up with some lame pick up line that has something to do with holding hands
  • But damn yo, Gladio’s gonna like you even more because you’re smooth af

Ignis

  • You and Mother Ignis will be out and about looking for ingredients when it happens
  • You guys haven’t bought anything yet
  • “Hey, could you hold something for me?”
  • Iggy looks at you a bit suspicious because you aren’t holding anything
  • “Come on! Just hold out your hand.” He needs a bit of convincing
  • When he finally does agree, he holds out his hand while inspecting you carefully
  • You put your hand in his and give him a big smile
  • You can see the gears in his head working trying to process the situation
  • He walks around while holding your hand, he adjusts his glasses A LOT
  • Poor guy is trying to keep his composure and he’s failing. He’s fidgeting a lot and is he stuttering???
  • Needless to say, you had a hard time getting the shopping done because Ignis seems to have misplaced his shopping list (Spoiler alert: It was in his pocket all along)
  • When you guys arrive at the hotel he’s going to be all gentlemanly with the “Thank you for allowing me to escort you around Lestallum”
  • You’re like “WTH Iggy” and now you’re both laughing so hard that everyone’s looking at you both

Noctis

  • You guys are off scouting for Havens together when it happens
  • “I could’ve sworn that I saw it around here… meh, maybe the other group found it already.” You guys are walking the opposite direction of everyone and the sun’s going to start setting soon
  • You’re carrying a small bag of supplies
  • “Hey, could you hold something for me?”
  • Noct’s going to hold out his hand to you while he’s walking
  • When you place your hand, he’s going to stop midstep and he’s going to look at your hand then his hand
  • “I’M HOLDING HER HAND???”
  • He’s just going to be standing there for a solid minute or two trying to process what’s going on
  • When he turns to face you, his face is beet red
  • Here he goes with the awkward head scratching
  • Poor guy probably already died 5 times in his head
  • The rest of the walk is silent but he rubs his thumb on your hand a few times
  • The guys call him saying they found the camping spot and asks you guys to follow
  • You and him walk REALLY REALLY slow, taking the longest way possible
  • It’s night by the time you guys arrive and camp’s all set up
  • The guys exchange looks with each other as you guys arrive in camp still holding hands
  • “That was nice” he says before letting go of your hand

As my brother walked through our kitchen on Friday, December 23rd, I stopped him on his way to the basement.

I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to speak. I was still in shock.

“Hey, so, uh,” my voice quivering and weak, the way it sounds when I’m trying to choke words out without breaking into tears, “I just got an email… The FDA just officially approved the first-ever treatment for SMA?”

The words came out more as a question than a statement, like I was asking him to validate that I was correct.

He answered quietly, “What do you mean?” His girlfriend, Laura, had entered the room, and both of them now looked at me with wide expressions of excited confusion.

Again, I tried to compose myself for another sentence. My emotions were banging themselves crazy behind my eyelids. “There’s a… cure, or not a cure, like a treatment, but it apparently, like…”

Nope. Tears. Sorry, Andrew. I tried hard.

“…it apparently really slows the disease, and in the clinical studies kids gained tons of muscle back.”

Silence as the weight of it landed on top of us.

Laura spoke first and captured what we were all thinking: “Oh my god, that’s incredible!”

Andrew spoke next and masterfully brought the moment back into proportion: “Okay, so you can pee yourself then tonight, right?” We laughed and cried, and for a few minutes I explained what little more I knew about the drug. My parents came home from work and the whole scene replayed itself. The house swelled with a bright exuberance and happy laughter throughout the night.

That was about two weeks ago. I held off on immediately posting too much about the development so that I could tell the rest of my family in person. Over and over, the news was received with shock, jubilation, and tears.

But as I’ve now had some time to contemplate the new SMA treatment—a drug called Spinraza made by Biogen—I think it’s important to delve into a few details that get lost in the initial euphoria. (To be clear: this is not an attempt to rain on parades. I’m so excited, but I also want to be honest with all of you.)

The announcement of a treatment for my disease is potentially the biggest event in my life. If it works, and it works well, it could drastically alter the course of my future. With the progressive nature of my disease, I’ve lived my whole life looking to the future with uncertainty, and I’ve developed all sorts of coping mechanisms—both mental and practical—to deal with the fact that I’m always getting weaker. It has been such an all-encompassing part of my existence, that the thought of potentially ~not~ needing to worry as much down the road is beyond my ability to describe right now. It ~could~ be the most beautiful and perfect gift I ever receive.

So I’m sure you can imagine the natural progression of that thought: If it ends up ~not~ working, or I am not able to receive it for whatever reason (and there are many, which I’ll get to), there exists the potential for it to be extremely crushing.

I guess it really depends on how I approach it, and this is what I’ve been stressing to my family to keep our minds in the right place: as of right now, nothing has changed; I love life and I’ve always expected to truck through the progression of my disease for years and years to come.

My girlfriend put it more eloquently: “Either way, our life will be perfect.”

As I explained this to my family, a few of them were perplexed as to why on earth I’d ever not receive the treatment, now that one existed. It’s tough to explain these reasons, mostly because there are still so many unknown variables, but I’ll do my best to summarize here.

First, and maybe foremost, the drug has not yet been approved for coverage by my insurance. The drug is a spinal injection that I’ll need to receive every four months for the rest of my life. A couple days ago, it was announced that the price of EACH injection would be $125,000 (about $375,000 per year). If my insurance decides to cover the drug, great! But if not, I’m going to need to marry a few aging billionaires and hope I get lucky in their wills. My parents’ insurance only covers me until I turn 26, and that presents an entirely new fire swamp of death to wade through.

Next is that I don’t know if the treatment will work for me. Spinraza is not a miracle cure; even in its most successful cases, recipients are making modest gains of strength. Don’t get me wrong—with a disease like mine, any sort of improvement could be life-changing. For instance, if I could get even the tiniest bit of strength back in my jaw and throat, and halt the wasting in that area, I’d be able to eat and speak with ease. I’d give so much to have that ability back. But after 24 years of the disease taking its toll on my muscles, I don’t know if the drug will let me regain what was lost. A majority of the clinical testing was done on young children with SMA—infants and kids who have not yet experienced years of the effects of the disease. For that age group, the treatment is doing amazing things, and it still reduces me to complete awe that this is now a reality. So many lives will be positively impacted. But for someone my age, there just really isn’t much information available yet.

This begs the question, how do you get more information, Mr. Stupid Uninformed Shane?

In about two weeks, I have an appointment with my SMA doctor. My hope is that together with her, and the support programs being launched by Biogen, I’ll be able to begin this journey and get the answers I need.

I feel like I’m sitting in my van at the beginning of a long road trip. I’ve just typed my destination into the GPS and it’s displaying a few routes for me to choose from. The journey that lies ahead is full of options—there will be stretches of open road and smooth sailing, and there will be backups and traffic jams. Some routes require tolls. The cool part, the part I keep coming back to, is that no matter which route I end up taking, I’ll eventually arrive where I want to be. All I can really do is sit back and enjoy the ride.

Ok but you know those paparazzi that follow celebrities around just to take ‘ugly’ no make-up photos of them when they least expect it?

Well imagine them doing it with the batfam:

  • Bruce purposefully makes himself look embarrassing to ‘keep up with the act’
  • Dick never looks bad. Like, the photographers have tried anything from catching him when he’s eating to mid-yawn but nope, that boy is gold
  • Cass always knows when they’re following her. She will never be caught unprepared and all that the photographers can catch is a well practiced poker face
  •  Damian is similar. You’ll either catch him with a blank expression or an annoyed one depending who he’s with

And then there’s Tim:

  • Tim is, like, really embarrassing??? he just walks around with his hair pulled back into some messy kind of man-bun thing and just wears old clothes. He can usually be found looking half-dead either with coffee or plowing through a bag of marshmallows. This boy is just a mess

Whatever you do don’t try to imagine Keith tackling Lance to the ground and screaming, almost desperately, “I like you!” over and over as Lance chants as well his own answer of “No you don’t” and looks ready to cry trying to break away from Keith’s grasp because he can’t believe that a boy as wonder and skilled would ever like him and he could totally do better than ‘just him’ and nO Pe NOPE THIS WAS A MISTAKE I APOLOGIZE CONTINUE SCROLLING !

Dating Carl Grimes Would Include:

- you and carl being absolute best friends

- always touching each other. he always had his arm around you or was holding your hand

- him being extremely overprotective

- your first time was rushed yet still very enjoyable. “ holy shit y/n, we definitely need to do that again…soon” 

- oh my god this boy would love to slap your ass, especially in front of Ron

- JEALOUS CARL 24/7

- “babe, should I grow my hair out like Jesus?” “nope, his will always look better”

- constantly being teased by Daryl

- him being very insecure about his eye but you thinking he looks sexy and badass

- hickeys

- always telling each other that you love each other before going on runs

- long hugs when one of you returns from being gone

- sweet kisses, good morning kisses, goodnight kisses, passionate kisses, neck kisses, just so many damn kisses

5

“nope! not mA BFF!!!”

you think im joking- ANGER SAID THIS IS TOTALLY WHAT WOULD HAPPEN WHEN PALETTE IS JEALOUS ASDFGHJK X’DDDDDDDDDDDDD

PRECIOUS PALETTE TOO PRECIOUS FOR THIS WORLD

you are one with the force (you are with me)

Baze first sees him at the Temple of the Whills: a skinny streak of nothing, smile broader than the horizon, your typical street rat, pared down to nothing but bones and cloth. If you were to give him a good shake his bones would rattle.

He turns milky eyes on Baze and catcalls, “Ready when you are!”

For a moment Baze is confused: he looks behind him, figuring that there must be someone else there. Nope. Just him, and the boy, and the swirling Jedha dust.

Baze looks back at the boy. He’s here on – well, business and he says business in that sort of tone and the sort of people who understand what business is are the sort of people he will do business  with and the ones who do not understand what business means tend to be the poor sod who gets business done around them – and, sometimes, lamentably, to them.

It’s a living.  

“I’m talking to you,” the little monk says. Spins his staff, laughs. It’s like copper bells, that laugh, clear and carrying. “What’s your name?”

“Baze,” he says, shocked into reply more than anything. He’s got a perpetual aura of don’t fuck with me , the sort of aura one must cultivate to survive in the business . People don’t tend to talk to him so blithely.

“Great. Baze. Come here. The others won’t spar with me anymore. Will you?”

“I don’t fight blind children.”

“Fair enough. I can’t blame an assassin for wanting to preserve his reputation.”

Baze’s skin contracts; heat rises up his spine. His lips wreathe in a snarl. “Shut up, boy.”

“I’m no younger than you,” the monk says. “My name is Chirrut.”

“I don’t care.”

“Will you spar with me? Or you afraid?”

This is absurd. Baze turns to leave when –

“ Bork-bork-boorrkk .”

The boy has his hands wedged against his armpits, flapping his elbows like stubby wings.

Bork-bork-borrkkk, bork-bork .”

“You are an imbecile.”

Bork-bork-bork. And you, my fine fighting friend, are a coward.”

“I’m not your friend.”

“You’re right. My friends are much braver.”

He whips one arm out, gestures to the Temple chickens.

The chickens regard Baze.

Baze regards the chickens.

Rage simmers low in the pit of his stomach. He looks back at the blind monk. The boy smirks. Says, slow and deliberate, “ Bork – “

Baze charges him.

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A Minseok Exo’luXion appreciation post

They know exactly what they’re doing when they give him sleeveless outfits

I mean look at those arms

ARMMMMS

Rumor has it, that Kim Minseok can kill you just by looking at you.

Oh shit…

Yep. I’m dead.

Oh good cute pose, we deserved a break from…

Oh jeez minnie. Keep your clothes on.

I said ON!

ONNN!

Aw how can I stay made at that?

BREAKING NEWS: This just in, Kim Minseok’s profile is just as perfect as straight on. God save us all.

I’ve decided this outfit should just be outright illegal cuz he looks so good I actually can’t breath.

Nope. Just nope on this one. He’s no longer allowed to sing because he just murdered me.

Wow. He is doing those stripes a favour. Boy looks fiinnnne.

I feel uncomfortable about how fast he goes from sexy to adorable. Its giving me really mixed signals…

Needless to say, this concert was a gift to Xiumin fans everywhere. 

Imagine Foggy introducing you to Matt

“Foggy!” You smacked him on the shoulder.

“Ouch,” he exclaimed holding up his hands in defense. “Didn’t I mention he was blind?”

You snorted and shook your head, “Nope.”

“I mean does it really matter?” The blond ran a hand through his hair and smirked.

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