Summary: Phil is less than excited to start his Sex in the Bible course, but he can’t bring himself to regret it when he meets a gorgeous angel dressed in all pink by the name of Dan. Word Count: 11,068 Warnings: Lots of religious talk, homophobia, physical fight, smut A/N: Hey guys! I wrote this because I was tired of people writing a religious fic where Phil continuously tries to get Dan to sin. So this came out, where they both respect each other despite their religious differences (With a dash of sex at the end). If you’re uncomfortable reading smut then no worries! It’s easy to tell when they’re going to get it on and it ends at the ’-’ and is very close to the end (: Lastly, special thanks to @insanityplaysfics for betaing this for me and giving me this entire idea! Also thank you @phandommother for helping me out with the idea as well and listening to me rant about it :’) Title Creds: Cement - Citizen Read it on AO3
Phil didn’t know why he decided to take the class. None of his friends were taking it and it honestly seemed like a lot of shit that Phil didn’t particularly care about, shit that didn’t really help him with his future career in any way. It seemed like a class that had a lot of reading, reading that Phil would probably never do, and let’s be honest, he probably only took the class because it had the word ‘sex’ in the title.
He walked into his Sex in the Bible class five minutes late on his first day.
The teacher didn’t bat an eye. Heads didn’t turn to look at him. Phil just sauntered in and stood at the back of the lecture room with his backpack slung over one shoulder while he scanned the room for a seat. Sometimes he forgot just how uncaring everyone was in university. He could just walk in ten to twenty minutes late and nobody would give a shit. Especially not in a class where there were over one hundred students.
(He didn’t understand why there were so many students in Sex in the Bible. They probably also just took the class because of the word ‘sex’).
that habit where he holds his guitar picks in his mouth; his fingers; Cali boy English; the Icarus rap in Like That Sun; his spirituality and connection to his religion is really admirable; that time he agreed to trade Wonpil for two buckets of friend chicken and a box of boiling crab; his nose is so cute; the gold mine that is his old social media; yellowpostitman; his guitar names; his lame but endearing sense of humor; hashtag king; Jae has really nice legs; his little high pitched laugh when he gets surprised or excited about something
HIS HANDS everything about his hands, the veins and the big knuckles and the way he uses them when he talks and the way his fingers get all crooked when he plays guitar; dancing skills obv; Richard the bike; the way he looks in blazers; the way he looks in tank tops; the first time he cried at their concert; such a neat freak lol; he takes so much care of his members; how he opens his eyes super wide when he's mad; the chorus of like every song; super expressive eyebrows; his shoulders are so broad
he's in college and he studies accounting; his voice is so nice not just his singing voice but just his speaking voice like I could listen to him talk forever; so intense onstage and so soft offstage; his relationship with Terry; when they flipped the banner in Taiwan; he eats so much; that hand symbol he makes that looks like a six; the dangling earring he wears sometimes that looks like a dream catcher; all those breakup songs; that time they made him display his biceps on Chinese TV; the way he squeezes his eyes shut when he's embarrassed
SMILE oh my god his beautiful enormous ray of absolute sunshine smile is my most favorite thing in the world; Sofa; his hair is naturally curly; his relationship with his sister is literally the cutest most pure and wholesome thing in the world; he annoys the members so much lmao; his tattoo and esp the meaning behind it; "I like a girl who has a dream and pursues it"; his piercings are so attractive; the pink sweater; that one leather jacket; how he closes his eyes when he's playing keyboard; his voice pitches a little bit lower when he's being really serious; whenever he gets embarrassed he just gets up and leaves
he loves animals so much; daejang jjigae; the little "uhh" right before he answers any questions; his arms wow they are so nice; his singing voice is so nice and deep and so precious; he looks up to his members so much; Savage!Dowoon; he always tolerates Wonpil's skinship but also complains about it; that really intense face he makes when he's playing the drums really hard; how his eyes shift really fast from side to side when he's nervous; he has such a naturally calm and quiet personality; his ears get so red
It seems Haise visited re more than a couple times.
A (blatantly biased) Chronological Summary of Tousaki
Haise foreshadows their meeting by reading haiku poetry written by Taneda Santouka (its written differently but just let me reach here ok) who had a son called ‘Ken’ and wrote “In a café we debate decadence a summer butterfly flits” like I don’t even care if thats accidental, how fucking Tousaki is that
Haise’s nose kagune leads him to the “correct fragrance” (ding ding ding, name pun) and they meet (again) for the first time
Haise is handsome s h o o k
He gets a boner over the taste of Touka’s coffee
Then cries Ghibli Tears™
Touka offers her handkerchief and! THEY! BRUSH! FINGERS! (and Haise scores himself a free hanky)
Haise dabs away his tears and tries to convince Touka he’s not crying because her coffee tasted awful
and he demonstrates he has functional vision by THINKING! THAT! TOUKA! IS! BEAUTIFUL!
After leaving the cafe, Haise tries to fight off another boner
The next day he looks exhausted, as if he’s spent all night thinking about flinging himself into the sun to avoid the embarrassment of crying in front of the pretty waitress
then at the CCG meeting, instead of focusing on saving people’s lives he’s daydreaming about her
THEN HE :RETURNS (possibly to give back the hanky) and they have an epic sexual tension stare off
and Touka, the sneaky little shit, plays coy as if she doesn’t already know exactly what he does for a job or that he’d be interested in the books lining the shelves
An Unspecified Amount of Time Later: Haise dresses to impress in a dandy striped waist coat to go back to :re, where he meets Touka (with her hair up) and they look so cute and awkward af shuffling their feet like 2 teenagers asking each other to prom
and another unexplained meeting with PinstripeVest!Haise and Touka with her hair down this time??? right under our noses this entire time???
AND FINALLY! Haise wondering if she was on a date ON CHRISTMAS!
In ur opinion what r Jensen and Misha's best angles
i’m not an expert on misha’s appearance and i don’t want to piss off the misha stans so i’m only gonna answer about jensen and probably piss off the jensen stans
this is his best angle
shot toward his left side, with his head either angled a little bit down (first gif) or a little bit up (second gif)
with jensen, it’s all about his nose, ears and jaw.
if u get him head-on, his ears pull focus away from his face. (i mean, they’re cute as shit, but u get what i mean.)
when it’s shot toward his right side with his head tilted up, his nose looks extra thin and pointy, also pulling a bit too much focus. however, this is definitely the best angle for that magic jawline and with making his chin look more defined.
shots toward his right side also make him look 10x more masculine than he does from his left. it’s because of the way his nose curves. from his left, it looks like it curves up in a cute little point. from his right, it looks like it curves down. i prefer the more feminine angle, and it seems spn does, too, because most shots are toward his left. (go watch the episode misha directed. every fuckin shot of dean is toward his left side. same, misha. same.)
evidenced most obviously in his selfies, jensen ackles……has no chin. or a lot of chins. it’s hard to tell which. in selfie angles, his face kind of just disappears into his neck and makes it look like he doesn’t have a jawline. now, i’m all about a pudgy chin and soft jaw, but i’d prefer jensen’s face not to bleed into his neck like in these selfies.
his jawline is a mystery even to me and is really more dependent on how he moves his face than what angle the camera is. however, there is obviously a major difference between this
where he has no defined jawline whatsoever and looks very soft
which u can cut a loaf of bread with.
i think the reason why i’m so drawn to jensen’s face is because, to me, it looks completely different from every goddamn angle. he could move his face half an inch to the left and i’d gasp in shock at how different he looks. i’d say he doesn’t really have a bad angle, but i definitely prefer some of his angles over others.
(all gifs are from season 9 to avoid a major difference in age or haircut.)
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.
“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.
Krypto as a handreared newborn pup headcanons? Fitting in Lena and Kara's hands, his tiny eyes and ears shut until 3 wks and he opens wide baby blues like Kara's, his fur getting thicker and softer as days go by, learning to walk and fly and roll, eventually growing bigger and super strong. Like, I'd bet my life Lena would have a scrapbook or three's worth of pics from a new born that could fit in her hand to a massive doggo almost as big as her couch!
That’s the first thing that runs through her mind when she sees the small- oh, he’s so small- bundle in Alex’s arms.
He’s so tiny. Kara makes sure to keep her hands open wide, steps slow as she follows Alex to the medical room. She gives her sister a wide berth as she walks around the room.
“We’re just gonna run a few tests. Okay?” Kara stares down at the small, small dog on the too big table. “Kara,” hands settle on her shoulders, and oh, Alex’s eyes are soft and concerned, “okay?”
“Yep. Good, great I mean. Thank you.”
Alex studies her for a second before her hands fall away with a last squeeze. “Is he from Krypton?”
“Yes,” Kara answers immediately. The heat of the pod still burning away at her fingertips, her family’s crest etched into its side. She clears her throat, “He is.”
“It doesn’t look like he has any powers right now.”
Kara sighs, chin skimming over her chest when she bows her head. That’s what she was, is afraid of. She could tell immediately from the way he had stumbled around, the earth not caving under fumbling paws.
(Her chest ached.
Her fingers itched with the need to hold him, to have this last part of Krypton in her palms, but she couldn’t. Things tear and snap and break in her hands.
She couldn’t bear to see that happen again to another piece of Krypton.)
“What’s wrong?” Alex scratches under his chin, bright blue eyes blinking slowly up at them. “Do you recognize him?”
“No, no.” Kara tilts her head and squints her eyes, trying to push past the fuzzy memories. “Well, I don’t- I know Jor-El was trying-” Kara shakes her head. “He wanted to send something that could help me protect Kal-El, but he’s, he’s a puppy.”
“Sometimes things don’t go according to plan though.”
(Kara thinks of hurried footsteps and hands urging her out of her bed. Hushed whispers of you must leave. Of silence and darkness and nothingness for twenty four years.
She thinks of herself, looks at the puppy- too young, too late- and agrees.)
Alex smiles. “We always wanted a dog.” A sob burns at her lungs, wiggles through her chest and up her throat, because she’s scared and worried but Alex said we and she’s here. Their shoulders brush as Alex shifts closer. “Come here.”
“He’s so small Alex.”
“I know, I know. Hands on mine, remember?” Kara forces out a strained breath, easing her hand over Alex’s as she pets him, adjusts the pressure she applies until Alex nods and moves away.
Kara runs a finger over his head, nails scratching lightly behind a flopped ear. “He’s so cute,” she breathes.
He looks so out of place amidst the cold and sharp lines of the DEO. She knows what it’s like to be poked and prodded when it doesn’t feel like the right place, the right time.
She gently scoops him up. “Gosh, he’s light too.” His nose is featherlight against the crook of her elbow, snuffing against her arm. “That tickles little guy,” she coos, smoothing a thumb down his head.
There’s a knock against the glass, J'onn stepping in with a curious look. “Report.”
“Well, he’s definitely from Krypton. No powers as of yet.”
J'onn crosses his arms, but oh, there’s a softness to his movements before he relents and lays a careful hand on his head. “Do we have any idea how long it could be until they show up?”
“None.” Alex shrugs. “Right now he’s just a regular puppy.”
“And his name?”
They both turn to her. It’s on the tip of her tongue, a murmur in the halls between her father and Jor-El. Eyes bluer than her mother’s hologram, bluer than the ice in the Fortress of Solitude stare at her.
The dishes are washed and all the lights in the apartment have been switched off, save for the ones in your bedroom, and the ones in the guest room. Shawn’s guitar is resting on it’s stand in the corner and all the blankets have been folded back up, draped over the couch neatly. And although his instrument has retired for the night, music still lilts through the apartment as Shawn’s humming resonates through the rooms, and you can hear each note from your spot on the guest bed, listening to Aaliyah chat about her school.
Feb. 12- Adopting a Pet
Together (Bonus points for including Kit!) - 1.5K
Kimmy’s sitting outside the pet shop,
fenced in with two other volunteers and about fifteen puppies when the 6’4 guy
with the Falconer’ cap comes up to her.
“Puppy for sale?” he asks, his accent thick. European, Kimmy guesses, but she’s
pretty bad at pinpointing these kinds of things. He’s pointing at the wriggling
ball of fur in her lap, gnawing at a plastic bone.
“Adoption,” Kimmy says, then cradles the puppy as she stands. “Would you like
to hold him?”
“Can I?” the man asks, sounding pleasantly surprised as he sets down his
“Sure,” Kimmy says. This particular puppy hasn’t really been catching the
attention of families throughout the day. He’s a little plain, Kimmy supposes,
and shy around strangers. “Just kind of hold him with two hands—there you go.”
The man is astonishingly gentle when she transfers the puppy to him, and the
dog looks comically small in his hands. The man’s eyes are twinkling, and he
holds the dog close to his chest, kissing it on the head very lightly as he murmurs in Russian.
“His name’s Kenny,” Kimmy says. “We found him in a box downtown, along with a
couple others. They’ve all had their shots, gotten fixed, microchipped, it’s
all included in the adoption fees.”
“His name Kenny?” the man grins, like there’s a joke behind that.