look at his hands oh my god

anonymous asked:

so can we please talk about how Ravus was totally backing up for Luna and Noctis when he said "by the hand of the Oracle the rightful king has it" omg!!!!! :-D he was so looking out for his Oracle and King! And I also love how supportive he is with their relationship it makes me love Ravus so much now I was wrong to ever doubt him I'm so sorry Ravus :-(

YEAH

god ;;-;;

and i lovelovelove how he told off iedolas oh my goddddd it’s just too bad it was too little too late in so many ways *gross sobbing*

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#oh god you can see how scared his was to look inside the room #and he actually have to look away #he can’t stand to see what “he” has done #he must feel so guilty #can you imagine alec having to wash the blood of his hand #he always try so hard to do what it’s right #and even knowing that he was posessed and that it wasn’t his fault this probably is killing him #and when they are watching the video #that ‘oh my god’ that he says #as if there was this little part of him that against all evidences was hoping that it wasn’t his posessed body that has done it #god this killed me #can alec please catch a break??!!!

So this magnificent person brought this picture to HousCon for j2 to sign: 

and shares the story of getting it signed here

‘…the volunteer called Clif…over to check it out. He said Jensen wishes he looked like that. I gave it to the handler and she starts giggling. Clif is waiting for Jensen to see it. She hands it to Jensen and he starts laughing. He says I wish I had guys who looked like that to wash my car. He signs it but keeps staring at it for like a minute and finally gives it back. 

I get in line for Jared….Jared’s handler who seems like a tough chick said ‘what the fuck!’ and then apologised and said Jared still kind of looks like that. She hands it to Jared and he’s like ‘oh my God’. Then he takes out his phone, scrolls through something and looks at the art again….Jared is comparing himself in a shirtless picture on his phone to a shirtless drawing of himself!!! He’s wondering why Jensen has the better abs. He signs it and tells me to draw him with more abs next time. I’m thinking ‘I didn’t draw it!’ but say ok I will!’

BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE! Someone else was at autos and witnessed this

‘I had seen [Jared] exclaiming over a girl’s art…From what I could see, I think there was a shirtless Dean. She left and we stepped forward. I was watching Jared, but somehow I looked up when all of a sudden here comes Jensen sauntering up to Jared’s table. Watching that man walk is a religious experience. Anyway, he came right up behind Jared and grabbed him in what looked like it was going to be a headlock, but turned into a really sweet hug with Jensen’s arm around his neck and his chin on his shoulder. Jared was in the middle of signing and didn’t really react, just smiled softly….Jared then said, ‘Hey! I just saw a picture of you with abs!’ Jensen…said ‘I haven’t had abs since 1992!’ and walked out the door. Jared said ‘yeah more like 19….30′ while looking at me since Jensen was already gone.’ 

THIS IS ALL PURE GOLD but that last bit in particular slakes my constant thirst for Jared calling Jensen an old man (’while looking at me’ etc I DIE). 

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OH MY GOD CAN I JUST HUG HIM FOR LIKE A SECOND? (or forever, maybe)

  • Yoosung: Oh my gosh. Seven, have you seen my phone? I can't find it!
  • 707: *stares at Yoosung's hand, where his phone is literally there*
  • 707: I'll help you look, my boy Yoosung, if you give me $50.

Shiro: … Oh, man.

Matt: What?

Shiro: If I grew out my hair… Do you think I would look like a skunk?

Matt: (eyes light up) Oh my god? You would be like an anthropomorphized- Oh my god! Shiro! You’d be like a gijinka of Pepé Le Pew!

Shiro: No. I regret bringing this up-

Matt: (slams his hands on the table) Pepé Le Pew is your fursona!

Kent is colourblind.  So he has no real concept of why everyone is so freaked out by what his anime-trash eyes do.

Alexei gets this idea to photo Kent every time his eyes change colour, then on his birthday he makes a collage and surprises Kent with those colourblind glasses.

They spend a day outside checking everything out (Kent may or may not cry a few times, and spend about two hours in a park, then another hour going through his gallery of Kit pictures).

After Kent’s Bday dinner Alexei takes him by the hand.  “I’m have one more surprise for you.”

Then he pulls out the photo album he made, complete with portraits of Kent he’d taken over half the year and shows him what everyone is on about.  “Is not so strange, just different.”

Kent goes through it all, then just looks up slowly at Tater and whispers, “Oh my god.  What the fuck.”

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(Requested)

“Oh my god, that was the definition of awesome, that was fantastic! My heart can’t take this, Tom, it really can’t, and the part where-”

“So I’m guessing that you liked it?” your boyfriend grinned, pausing the Youtube clip. You put a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm down your inner fangirl a little.

“Robert Downey Jr. was pure perfection,” you finished your rant, making Tom give  you a dead-panned look. “What?”

reality TV civilian AU (or why the Waynes will never allow cameras in their house)

“And we’re here with the Waynes. Now, you are a family of great repute. Magazines and news sites report on every aspect of your lives. But I’m wondering,” the news anchor smiles, eyes wide in curiosity, “how would you describe yourselves?”

The Waynes share a look with each other. Dick Grayson, the oldest, clears his throat.

“We’re a very understanding family.”

[cue to Cassandra atop Tim, squishing his cheeks together. “Get it out of your mouth! Out of your mouth!” she screams.
There’s glass smashing in the background.
“Oh my god,” a voice off-camera. “Jason, grab her, grab her–”
Cassandra’s body is lifted off of Tim, but she still holds onto his cheeks with her claw-like hands. Tim is choking over the stolen brownie in his mouth. Dick drags Tim away by his ankles.
“GET IT OUT!”]

“Rather sensitive, on the whole.”

[a travel shot of Jason taking a flying kick to land straight on Dick’s chest.
“VIVE LA PEMBERLEY, BITCH!”]

“We support growing businesses.”

[shot of Stephanie dancing atop the dining room table, shimmying in ugg boots. “I’m quitting to be a strippeeeerrr!”
A chorus of “whoo!” and “slay queeeen!” echo in the background. Hundred dollar bills flash in front of the screen.]

“Overall, we practice patience and tolerance toward all.”

[“I’ll see you in hell, Dmitri!” Damian seethes, being dragged away by large hands. “I’LL SEE YOU IN HELL!”
Several of the older kids send looks to each other, not noticing Dmitri the real estate broker’s pained face.
“WATCH WHERE YOU REST YOUR HEAD, ASSHOLE!”
“He’s fine,” Barbara assures the man.
“I’LL WASH MY HANDS WITH YOUR BLOOD!”]

The news anchor smiles. “Wonderfully put. Now, there are rumors of a reality show documenting your everyday life. Can you shed truth on the matter?”

The Waynes laugh, all white teeth and glossy hair. “Oh,” Dick sighs, amused. “If only we could. We’re just as boring here as we are at home.”

[A booming voice is heard from the next room, shouting, “I swear to GOD, if you touch my dinner I WILL BURY YOU IN THE BACKYARD!”]

“Just a regular family.”

AO3

This is what happens when you get deep into Yuri on Ice and still have a place in your heart for Destiel so here’s some ice skating + Destiel


“Oh my god. Look! Is that who I think it is?”

“Who?”

“Right over there! On the ice rink!”

Dean rubbed his hands together briskly as he half-listened to the conversation that was getting louder from directly behind him in line. He frowned at the hole he’d just noticed in one of his knitted gloves - but they were something he’d quickly picked up at the dollar store, so he couldn’t be too upset over cheap quality.

“I don’t know what you’re -”

“I swear to god, Anna. Use your eyes and tell me that’s not him.”

The skate rental line wasn’t as long as he’d been expecting, but Dean had already been standing in the cold air for five minutes with nothing to do for entertainment but eavesdrop. Trying not to show he’d been listening in, Dean casually looked over his shoulder until he had a good view of the people currently skating on the rink. There were a few families slowly dragging each other along the ice, plenty of couples holding hands and laughing, a few people racing around the rink, and one lone skater doing a very impressive spin in the center that eventually slowed to a stop.

“Oh, I think… I think you’re right…”

The voice that had previously seemed to doubt her friend apparently belonged to a redheaded woman that was almost directly behind him.

“Told you.” Dean saw the blonde woman smirk out of the corner of his eyes. “What the hell is Castiel Novak doing here?”

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Corre (Part 9)

Summary: It was meant to be a one night thing, friends resolving the tension between them. But it turned into so much more.

Word Count: 661

Warnings: Pregnancy.

“Corre” Masterlist

Originally posted by seabasschino


The room was deadly silent for a second before you yelped. “Oh! Oh, my God!”

Bucky jumped, rushing to your side and dropping the bags of food in process. “Is everything okay? What happened?” His eyes were wide with panic as he stood next to you, his hands outstretched and hovering above your belly. Nat looked alarmed as she kept her gaze on you.

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What I’m Proudest Of

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: You were his Eliza.

Note: (uses super vague summary so you have to go into this disaster fic BLIND) So, essentially I’m a monster and this is the outcome to that but @letsgiggletogether ENCOURAGED IT SO BLAME HER TOO.

Word Count: 4,247 (distant screaming)

TRY NOT TO HATE ME TOO MUCH

2 years before

“Babe, have you seen my journal?”

“Lin, I can see at least five journals from where I’m standing and three of them are definitely yours,” you snorted as you watched him scurry around the apartment.

“Okay, fair enough,” he said. “But like, I need it.”

“It’s the Eliza one, isn’t it?” you asked knowingly.

“Maybe,” he looked at you sheepishly.

“Last I saw it was in the pantry, god knows why,” you laughed.

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A Shared Victory

Inspired by this sketch of Jack in the beanie and Bitty in his cap where Jack looks so in love oh my god you guys I can’t….


Bitty clears the plates from the dining room table, stacking them on top of each other so he can carry them in one hand and the empty wine glasses in the other.

It’s just the two of them. Two plates. Two sets of silverware. Two glasses. But that doesn’t stop Jack from being impressed by the ease of which Bitty carries them.

He can just add that to the list.

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First Meeting prompts

1) “Everyone – hands in the air!” The bank robber burst into the building, only to discover that a hold-up was already happening.



2) “What happened last night? Where am I?” Why are you, gorgeous but utterly unfamiliar, bringing me breakfast in bed?
“You don’t remember?”
“That’s not reassuring me.”



3) “Hi. Officer Black.” They held up a fake ID badge. “I’m looking into the disappearances that have been happening in this area recently. May I ask you a few questions?”
The actual investigator stared at them.



4) “Oh my god – it’s you. You’re the one I’ve been hearing!”
“What?” Completely bewildered.



5) Coincidentally, we have the same surname and accidentally both booked the same honeymoon suite. I’m not willing to lose the best room in the hotel or admit that I booked a honeymoon suite single precisely because it was the best room. Look at that Jacuzzi! All of the other rooms are taken anyway. Turns out, you’re travelling alone too. Everyone now thinks we’re newly beds and, frankly, I’m not giving the gift basket back so I guess we’re married for a week.



6) “You have a kitten in your bag.”
The NO PETS ON THE BEACH sign loomed behind them.
“Say that a bit louder, will you?”
“Your cat likes the beach?”
“She gets separation anxiety.”
It was hopeless, it was love. Black hair and blue eyes and peeking out entirely too pleased with itself among a towel.
“Either sit down or stop staring, you’re going to blow our cover.”


7) “You know the library is closed, right?” the stranger broke the silence.
They looked the stranger; dressed in pyjamas and clutching a kitkat from the vending machine. They raised their brows. The stranger didn’t even blush at the sheer hypocrisy of the comment.


8) “You’re in my spot.” They had been coming to the roof every evening for three years, and nobody else had ever been there and – oh god, the stranger was crying.


9) “I’m your soulmate, from the future.”

“Then future me as horrible taste, keep walking.”
“…wow. Future you was right, you really did used to be a prick.”


10) When you save somebody’s life, it always seems that a fragment of their future belongs to you. They wouldn’t have had it if it wasn’t for the few heartbeats of your acquaintance. You disagree with this notion quite violently.

Oh my god I don’t care about him at all, not even a little bit.


His eyes are the wrong colour and he doesn’t taste like you, his hands on my hips make me nauseous, his breath on my neck just stings, his mouth doesn’t fit on mine properly and when he looks into my eyes I don’t want to look back into his

Oh my god I don’t care about him at all

But he’s here, and you’re not

He’s always here, and you never are

—  come back ~ blue-delusion
Who’s That Tramping Over My Bridge?

Written for the prompt: Well, you try talking some sense into the bridge troll.

Sterek, T, 2K words. In which poor Derek is scared of trolls, and Stiles has to think on his feet.


Stiles threw his hands up with an exasperated groan and spun around. “Oh my god, I cannot fucking do this. Derek, care to chime in?”

The two of them had been driving through the Preserve, just minding their own business, until they came to a little bridge and got stopped by a troll, of all things. Seriously. One would think that after this many years, Stiles would stop being surprised by new supernatural creatures. Their troll section in the bestiary was practically nonexistent, but he looked…well, he looked pretty much like a troll, actually, big and ugly with a large, misshapen nose. He wasn’t green, though, which was a little disappointing, and he was so far not listening to Stiles’ reasoning.

“Let us pass,” Derek growled, and Stiles sighed. Seriously? That was the best he could do?

“Real eloquent there, Sourwolf,” he drawled, and he rolled his eyes at Derek’s snarl. “Oh, please. I haven’t been scared of you in like six years.”

Derek glared and grabbed Stiles’ elbow to tug him back a few steps. “I don’t like trolls,” he hissed.

“You are an alpha werewolf,” Stiles hissed back, “and you don’t like trolls?”

“Repeating it doesn’t make it any less true!”

Stiles sighed and snuck a look at the troll. It seemed a little exasperated but wasn’t trying to actively kill them or anything. “Why do you look like you’re about to shit your pants?”

“I don’t want to tell you this,” Derek said. It looked like he had been sucking on a lemon, and since that hadn’t been his go-to default expression in at least three years, Stiles knew something was actually wrong.

“Well, I don’t want to die at the hands of this troll, so.”

“I had nightmares about trolls when I was a kid,” he whispered, and Stiles blinked.

“Are you kidding me right now?” he asked, then he held his hand up when Derek opened his mouth. “Never mind. Don’t get me wrong, we will be talking about this later. But back to this troll. Do we have to kill it?”

Derek grimaced, as did the troll, unsurprisingly. “Whoa,” he said, stepping forward. Stiles immediately took a step back. He could see Derek’s point, actually—trolls were pretty creepy. “That’s a little drastic, right? I thought you all were the good guys.”

“Yeah, and part of being the good guys is killing the bad guys!”

The troll’s eyes widened. “Wait, wait,” he said, putting his hands up, “what do you think I do here?”

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anonymous asked:

Describe the foxes' hands pls :) im trying to draw them but i dont have any imagination :/

oh my god

  • kevin: artist’s hands, with long deft fingers. really nice nails that look like he has manicures even though he doesn’t (well, maybe sometimes). his left hand swells when he works hard (so, every day, pretty much) but the bones set surprisingly straight considering they were never properly treated. he makes fists of them when he’s nervous. there’s a blog dedicated to his sexy man hands and all the kevin day fans share them everywhere
  • dan: TEENY LITTLE HANDS with broad palms and quite short fingers. strong-looking, calloused across the base of the her centre three fingers. she paints her nails in bright colours (like orange!!! but also yellow and pastel pink and neon green) and moisturises with lemon-scented creme that allison buys her each birthday and christmas. loves to wear pretty rings, anything from fine plain metal to big chunky statement ones
  • matt: GIANT HANDS which means there’s a pic on the wall of dan holding her hand up against matt’s to compare (from before they started dating. they’re actually about to arm wrestle). thick-knuckled from boxing. shares dan’s moisturiser, so his hands smell citrusy too
  • renee: small hands with neatly trimmed nails that she doesn’t often paint unless they’re all doing them together. wears cute gloves all through winter because they get cold. red-silvery ropes of scarring in the meat of her palm where she once grabbed a blade aimed at her belly, to match the tracery on her knuckles where she was cut once or twice. they ache sometimes in bad weather, and swell in the heat, and she often clenches and relaxes them to ease stiffness. they’re helper’s hands, made to work as well as fight, and more soft and generous than they look like they should be 
  • aaron: workmanlike square hands with bitten nails and major tan line from his watch on his left wrist. they get cold easily but he never buys gloves so he often shoves them in his pockets and hunches his shoulders. has a crooked finger where he hit someone once (they deserved it) and it never healed right, but it doesn’t bother him much (except that he looks at it sometimes and thinks vaguely about becoming a doctor because everyone - even bratty poor kids -  deserves proper medical care)
  • allison: the kind of hands you see modelling rings - long fingers, slim lovely wrists, perfect nails in shell pink and iridescent silver and shimmering gold. she pays for manicures and moisturises obsessively. doesn’t mean she doesn’t have calluses, though - and she’s proud of them. these hands are beautiful, but they’re still as likely to make you lose a tooth as the hands of the other foxes
  • nicky: big mobile hands that are always on the move. the kind where you can make out every well-shaped bone and tendon moving under his skin, no marks to obscure them. he’s lazy about moisturising ever so they’re always super dry and also really warm. he always briskly chafes them over the hands or shoulders of anyone who complains about being cold. catch him holding hands with any and all of his teammates to keep their fingers warm 
  • andrew: broad palms, thick fingers; strong like the rest of him. scarred knuckles like tiny white starbursts where he’s punched things he shouldn’t - walls, mirrors, windows. misshappen knuckles from punching all kinds of stuff, actually (including people). broke bones more than once before he learned some technique for hurting people without hurting himself. under the marks, his skin is fairly pale from all the time he spends with them in his pockets, and also soft around the callouses from his racquet
  • neil: knobbly wrists but elegant slim hands that move quickly and lightly. they give him away sometimes, forming fists when he’s angry, and fluttering when he’s anxious or irritated. the burn scars stay rippled and obvious, but many of the finer scars between them eventually fade so you can only see them in the right light. often seen hooked into the hem of andrew’s sweater, or through a belt loop. andrew calls him “lost child” with a hint of mocking sometimes, but doesn’t tell him to stop

Todd wearing Dirk’s jacket because it’s cold and Todd was shivering but wouldn’t admit it until Dirk just sighed and shrugged off his jacket and handed it to Todd.
It’s a bit big (because Dirk is a giraffe man) and for a second Todd thinks about declining, but then he realises he’s too cold to argue so he takes it with a begrudging “thanks” and ends up wearing it for the entire episode.

(Meanwhile Dirk keeps smiling oh so softly at him because my GOD does he look adorable in that jacket, and just adorable in general, and -)

Snuggles || Shiro x Reader

Request: If the prompts are still open could you do 15 with Shiro?

Prompt No.15: “Winter season equals cuddling season so get over here.”

You turned over in your sleep, pulling the covers close to your face to make the sunlight go away. 

Originally posted by the-reinthirs

You turned over in your sleep, pulling the covers close to your face to make the sunlight go away. You peeked out from under the cover at the other side of the bed only to find it empty. Your eyes furrowed in confusion and you heaved yourself up, quickly scanning the room. Shiro was in the corner putting on his uniform as he was unware that you were watching him.

“Oh, my god!” you exclaimed.

Shiro’s hand slipped and the helmet he held in his hand came falling down. He whipped his head around and met his eyes with yours, looking very innocent. “What?”

“Seriously? Training? It’s so early in the morning and-“ you hustled out of bed and pulled the curtain away from the window to reveal all the snow “- its freezing outside!”

“A Paladin must always be prepared,” Shiro said with determination.

“A Paladin must also not freeze in this weather and die because the universe still needs defending.” You hopped back into bed, snuggling under the blanket. “Taking a day off won’t hurt anyone Shiro. Especially when a beautiful person asks you to do so.”

He smiled at you, going a bit red in his cheeks. “The others-“

“-are surely resting. Allura is in her room with a cup of hot alien beverage or something, Coran never rests so leave him out of this. Lance probably doesn’t even know what year it is since he’s on hibernation mode, Pidge is having fun in her lab and Hunk is maybe in the kitchen going at it with the food. Keith, well, he may be on the training deck because it’s Keith. They’re all doing fine on their own.”

Shiro picked up his helmet from where it lay on the floor and took a long look at it. “Well it has been quite a busy few days…”

You grinned, happy at the thought that you were getting through to him. “And besides, winter season equals cuddling season so get over here.”

“Since when is that a rule,” he asked, smiling at you.

“Since right this second.”

Shiro tossed his helmet over his shoulder and jumped right into bed with you. He crawled up and pulled you closer by your waist as he tucked your head under his chin. You smiled to yourself as you rubbed your hands over his.

“You gave up too easy,” you teased.

“Well what can I say? A beautiful person asked me to.”

~Charlie