look at that fine face of his

I want Robbie to be good at a Sport

But, knowing Robbie, it has to be a sport that he won’t have to overly exert himself doing. 

Something like bowling. 

Just- imagine the whole town collectively visiting a bowling alley together, and Robbie gets dragged along with them because they don’t want a repeat of what happened when they went to the beach without him that one time

Robbie is all grumbly at first and is being Mr. “I don’t want to play a SPORT, I can’t believe you’re doing this to me-”  

But then Sportacus hands him a ball (a lighter one probably, since Robbie kinda has trouble with the heavier ones) and is like “Please just try a little bit. It’s fun. For me and the kids, please?” 

And they are all just giving Robbie this LOOK like they all REALLY want him to do it and Robbie can’t handle the puppy dog faces so he lets out his over-exaggerated groan and is like “FINE-” 

So he steps up to the lane and he bowls and being the secret genius that Robbie probably is, he calculates how to hit the pins in his head really quickly like, so quickly that he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it 

And he ends up getting a spare or maybe even a strike on his very first try, and Robbie is just SHOCKED that it actually went that well, but everyone’s immediate reaction is to cheer and to praise him. Since Robbie is not used to things he does getting praised like that, he’s really flustered by it and gets kind of bashful about it 

And he keeps bowling and he’s really on a roll because it turns out, Robbie is REALLY GOOD at bowling and is pretty much a natural at it, doing it better than anyone else there- he’s even bowling better than SPORTACUS 

And Sportacus- boy, he is like, SUPER PROUD of Robbie like, you have no idea. 

“You are SO good, Robbie! I am very happy that you are doing a sport! I am so proud of you!” 

Robbie doesn’t even care about the fact that he’s playing a SPORT, he’s just super happy to find something that he’s really good at and getting complimented on it by Sportacus and all the kids feels REALLY good and it’s just- doing wonders to his ego and his self-confidence and he’s actually ENJOYING doing this physical activity and he’s so happy he’s VISIBLY HAPPY

He’s just having the time of his life excelling at something he assumed that he would be bad at, while doing it with people who are actually being nice and treating him like a friend all the while 

At the end of the day, he admits that he LIKES bowling and it’s not just a huge victory to Sportacus hearing him say that, but to EVERYONE

anonymous asked:

42. "if you don't want to talk about what happened, then say so. dont just lie and say its fine."

[Not really sure where I went with this but???? Have some Archie getting told to get his head outta his ass.]

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‘If you don’t want to talk about what happened then just say so.’ Archie sighed as he slung his arm around your shoulder. ‘But Y/N, please don’t lie and say you’re fine.’

'Archie I am fine.’ You sighed exasperatedly, you plastered a smile onto your face and looked up at your very best ginger friend. 'How many times, Ron Weasley, do I have to tell you before you get it in that thick skull of yours - I am not in love with raven-haired angsty teenage friend?’

Playfully you nudged your elbow into his ribs, he stared back at you in disbelief.

'Well-’ he began, 'I’m just saying, hypothetically of course, that if you were upset about Betty and Jughead then it would be okay if you weren’t fine.’

You rolled your eyes at his words, okay maybe you had a little crush on his friend but it was nothing like Archie was making it out to be. Maybe it stung a little bit to walk into the Blue and Gold office to find Jughead tenderly brushing Betty’s cheek. But maybe, maybe Archie was less concerned about your feelings and more concerned about coming to grips with his own.

'Hey Arch,’ you looked up and smiled tenderly at him, 'you know, if hypothetically you were to be a little bit upset about what happened, you could tell me right?’

'What?’ His voice cracked. 'Why would I be upset about it? No I’m happy for them, Jughead deserves to be happy and so - so does Betty.’

'Okay, but I just mean-’ you linked your arm in his, 'Betty told you she liked you only a few weeks ago and now she’s hamming it up with your best friend, you’re confused. But real talk though, you thought she was always going to be there for you to fall back on and now - now she’s moving on.’

'Gee, thanks Y/N.’ Archie muttered bitterly. 'You know hypothetically if I was upset you wouldn’t be making me feel any better.’

'Archie Andrews, you’re my best friend, but you’re also a goddamn idiot and I’m always going to tell you the truth. You had your shot with Betty and you didn’t want it, and now that you can’t have it you want it. She’s not a toy Arch.’

'I know she’s not, Y/N.’ His voice was gruff and filled with frustration. 'I just I don’t know.’

'You want what they have.’ You smiled at him sympathetically. 'Archie, you’re a good guy and one day you’ll find the Hermione to your Ron, but it’s not Betty Cooper.’

'You’re such a dork, Y/N.’ He smiled as ruffled your hair. 'You know you kinda look like Hermione.’ He laughed as walked along the pavement arm in arm.

“I love Lee Hyun Woo as an actor but I seriously think he’s miscast in The Liar and His Lover. Joy’s casting is fine since she fits the character’s description of being a singer, but they should’ve gotten someone with a more mature and rugged look for Han Gyeol like how they casted Takeru Satoh for the role of Aki in the Japanese movie. Lee Hyun Woo has a really young and innocent face, and it doesn’t make the large age gap between his and Joy’s character convincing at all.”

anonymous asked:

Can I request a scenario where there's a fanalis aristocratic (not Muu of course lol) who's hardcore flirting with Lo'lo's fem!s/o? Thanks, love!

No problem, sweetheart. ;D

Do you guys ever think I write too much on requests?

Lo’lo:

You grumbled a few curse words as you shifted the skirt of the dress around, anyone’s eyes that landed on your figure could obviously see that you weren’t enjoying the gold-accented f/c dress. Frankly, you missed wearing pants.

“You alright?” 

You stopped your grumbling and looked up to see Lo’lo gazing down at you with a concerned look on his face.

You sighed, “I’m fine. I just don’t like wearing dresses, but thanks to Sheherazade and Myron I’m stuck wearing this thing.” You glared at the two culprits, but they only smiled at you and waved. 

Lo’lo chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist, “if it’s any consolation, I think you look good. “

You smirked and wrapped an arm around his hips, “just good?” You teased. 

He soon began to laugh and brought you closer, “you look amazing.” 

“That’s better.” You giggled. 

Your smile soon faded as you looked around the small banquet, “can’t wait for this to be over,” you said with a bored tone. Lo’lo gave a grunt in acknowledgment. 

Sheherazade soon beckoned you over, probably to introduce to the guest they set this all up for. Standing next to her was a man with red tied into a low ponytail with a ribbon. 

You looked to Lo’lo, “I’ll be back.” 

Before he could answer, you had already walked away to meet the man. Lo’lo knew who it was and he didn’t like him one bit. 

The biggest reason was because he was an intelligentsia Fanalis, which aggravated him. Not to mention, he was one to flirt and as he caught wind of you laughing, he growled. 


As you went up to Sheherazade, she smiled, “Y/N, this is Wolfe. Wolfe this is Y/N, she’s one of our best magicians.”

Wolfe turned to you and grabbed your hand, pressing a chaste kiss to is, “charmed.” 

You blushed and giggled, “nice to meet you as well.” 

He chuckled and let go of your hand, “I can say that your dress is almost as beautiful as you. You laughed and waved your hand. 

“Oh, you flatter me.” 

He chuckled once more,”if you don’t mind me asking, would you care for a drink?” He asked, holding out his hand for you to take it. 

Your face exploded into a blush, “o-oh, of course. Thank you.” As you were about to lay your hand on his someone else grabbed it. 

As you looked up to see who it was, you recognized the head of red hair straight away, it was Lo’lo and he was too busy glaring at Wolfe to see your surprised expression. 

Wolfe blinked in surprise, but soon recovered, “oh, Lo’lo. How nice it is to see you again.” It was obvious that he was lying, but it made you curious as to why. 

Lo’lo only continued glaring at him and after what seemed like hours, he began to drag you outside.

Once the two of you were outside, you rubbed your arms as the cold air nipped at your bare skin. Lo’lo only stared down at you and made no move to warm you up. 

You noticed this and frowned, “Lo’lo, what’s wrong?” 

He only stayed quiet and you weren’t lying when you thought this was the longest you’d seen him quiet. You got on your tiptoes and pressed your nose against his, “come on, tell me.” 

Lo’lo only turned from you and grumbled a few incoherent words. You crossed your arms and glared at his toned back, “you know I hate it when you grumble, now tell me-” you turned him around- “what is the problem?” 

Lo’lo’s stoic stare soon turned to a glare. You stepped back as you were slightly taken aback, this was the first he ever glared at you. 

You rested a hand on his arm and trailed it down to grab his hand. You lifted it and pressed a kiss to his fingers, “I think I know why you’re upset.” 

He tried his best to ignore your small kiss, “why?” 

You smiled and held his hand to your chest, “because Wolfe was flirting with me and I didn’t stop him. I’m sorry.”

Lo’lo only humphed and looked away from your eyes, “would you?” He asked, referring if you would fall for Wolfe. 

All he got in response was you melodic laugh, “he may be polite, rich, and handsome.-” Lo’lo cringed as you said his positive attributes- “but I already have an idiot I wanna spend the rest of my life with.” 

Lo’lo was about to ask, but he immediately realized you were talking about him. “Hey!” He exclaimed, offended. 

You shrugged, “it’s true. You’re my idiot.” 

Lo’lo rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around you. You hummed as you were wrapped in his warm embrace, “hey, let’s go sleep. I’m tired…” 

Lo’lo smiled and nodded when you were about to walk you were stopped because Lo’lo picked you up and held you bridal style. You shrieked and wrapped your arms around his neck, “warn me next time!” 

“Nah, I like seeing how surprised you look when I do that.” 

You only crossed your arms and rolled your eyes playfully, you really would never trade this man for anything. 

courtofbooksandtears  asked:

You just took me on THE WILDEST RIDE. I was reading a question someone had asked you about a song and how it could be the theme song to the Queen of Shadows show. I'm sitting there (perfectly fine) reading this ask wHEN SUDDENLY I'M THROWN INTO A STORY ABOUT ROWAN DYING FOR AELIN, HIS FLESH PEELING OFF AND THEN - TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE - I READ THE WORDS "Her water power will be her salvation but Rowan is her salvation." and that was the nail in the coffin. I am dead. Goodbye.

BAHAHAH! Look. It fit so well! I hope that all those times he said she’d walk into hell for her it’s because his fireheart literally becomes a the “heart of flame” in some burning field/area and he just changes in like a BOSS to get her. UGH. But then she has to save him. 💀💀💀💀💀💔🗑

timboallthetime  asked:

Definitely not because of your looks because all your followers would agree you are too cute but Quasimodo - Because you have faced enormous challenges, ridicule and persecution in your life and unlike others who would wallow in self pity, give up and remain hidden you have continued on. You show strength of character, perseverance, humanity, love for others and all the other qualities that make up a good human being.

I’m completely fine with Quasimodo, have you seen his arms? :P

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i’m glad i remembered to post this for #moneypennymarch before the month is up! i love love love the moneypenny/bond relationship in the classic!bond movies, and i think naomie harris does a fine job of keeping that up today. there’s trust and warmth and most of all, there’s incessant flirting but it never goes anywhere. it’s wonderful. moneypenny is equally as charming and sassy as bond and she plays a role around him just to see the look on his face!

she’s in diamonds are forever for all of 15 seconds but she’s unforgettable for how terrified she makes bond look!

steve will apparently fight nazis & 117 countries on my behalf but when he saw a group of screaming fangirls coming at us this morning he yelled ‘every man for himself!!!’ and started running

Professor Lupin

Castiel is staring again.

It happens every time they’re apart for more than just a couple of hours and, actually, it’s kind of comforting when you get used to it. A routine of sorts - a look that Dean understands to mean Let me check if you’re not injured, enveloped with a squint if he even dares to claim that he’s fine before Cas’s examination is over.

Nowadays, Dean just sits in front of the TV in his room and doesn’t complain about the pair of eyes fixed on his face. It’s not like Sam is there to see and tease them about it. As it is, he doesn’t mind.

“You’ve met another angel today,” Cas says then, out of the blue. That has never happened.

Dean frowns. What? “How do you—”

“The osculation residual.”

“The what?”

Castiel lets out a huff and squints harder. “They left a kiss on you.”

“Nobody kissed me.”

“I don’t mean your kind of kiss. The angel’s feather must have stroked over your skin. It left a mark on you.”

Dean rubs at his cheek but stops when Cas shakes his head. “What now?”

“It’s not something you can remove,” he explains, pausing to search for the right words. “I believe you call them ‘freckles’.”

No way.

“How can you tell, though? I have so many of them, I’d never notice a new one.”

Castiel simply looks at him and tilts his head. “This one’s not mine,” he says like it’s completely obvious—like Dean himself should have known this all along.

He hasn’t. And now he does. And he does not know what to do about it.

Massages

4.2k of smut, I’m not even sorry

‘OUCH! Stop, st- STOP IT PANSY! Argh, fuck, I think I broke a rib.’ Draco sat down on his bed, a painful expression on his face which was paler than usual.

‘You’re an ungrateful bastard’ Pansy flopped beside him pouting ‘the whole Slyntherin house knows I’m the best on giving massage’

‘Well, I better look for someone from other houses then’ Draco made another pained expression as he got up. ‘I can’t, I can’t walk. Argh, fuck!’ He laid down slowly. Pansy only stared at him from the door, the look on her a face a mixture of pity and remorse.

'I’ll get someone. Even though you were a little bitch just now.’ She glared at him before leaving.

It’d started three days before then. He was getting ready on Wednesday morning to practice quidditch. Everything was fine when he bent down to tie his shoelaces, but the second he straightened his back an acute pain hit him on his hips. It’d gotten worse the past two days to the point now he couldn’t even sit properly without feeling it.

He laid there, thinking maybe he would have to look for Madam Pomfrey after all. But fuck, those potions always messed up with his stomach, he’d do anything to avoid taking them even if it meant asking for someone he didn’t know to give him a massage. Pansy had told him she knew what she was doing but at the end it’d only worsened it.

***

'It’s for a friend, you see. He’s in a lot of pain at the moment and I was hoping you knew someone good on giving massages’ Pansy flopped down on a chair at the eighth year common room.

'Well,’ Hermione started, closing her arithmancy book. 'I do, but… who exactly is this friend of yours?’ She gave Pansy a look that could be translated as 'Are-we-talking-about-who-i-think-we-are-talking-about?’

'Draco’ Pansy sighed, predicting the other’s answer. 'But… I swear he’ll behave. And you owe me this one, right? After I brought you those French hair products’ Pansy smirked.

'You really are a Slytherin’ Hermione sighed 'but they were actually amazing. I’ll help you with this one but I can’t guarantee it’ll go well.’

Pansy gave her a quick hug, grinning. 'Who is it then?’

'Harry’ Hermione murmured to herself.

Pansy gasped and then laughed until tears were streaming down her face.

'Holy. Shit. Are you sure he’ll want to do it?’

Hermione gave her a little smile.

'He owes he a favor’

Pansy’s giggling was catching the attention of everyone around them.

'Who’s the Slytherin one now?’

***

'Tell me how amazing I am’

The girl bursted inside his dorm an hour after she’d left to find Draco in the same position.

'You found someone?’ He got up, regretting the decision immediately. 'Ah, shit! Are they outside? Please tell me they’re outside’

'They’ll be here in ten’ Pany sat by his side and poked his cheek 'go on, tell me how amazing I am’

'You’re amazing’ he grunted. When he looked at his friend, though, she wasn’t paying attention, busy with a little pink bag Draco hadn’t noticed she’d brought before. 'What-’

'Oils. For the massage’ she smirked and Draco felt blood going to his cheeks.

'There’s no need for that’

'They have properties. They could help’ she started to take the little flasks with different colors out of the bag and pile them on Draco’s bed.

A light knock on the door told them Pansy’s friends had arrived.

'C'mon in!’

'I just don’t understand why… No. No fucking way.’

'Harry, please, Pansy said-’

'What the actual fuck, Pansy!’ Draco started talking at the same time Hermione tried to stop Harry from leaving the room. 'This is… ah, shit shit- ARGH!’ Draco’s attempt to get up brought back the striking pain on his lower back and he felt his knees failing. The next second he was tumbling to the ground with a loud thud. Tears came uninvited to his eyes and he bit his lips as hard as he could to stop from screaming.

Draco didn’t look up to see who it was that was trying to help him get up. A firm hand went on the underside of his thigh as the other grabbed his shoulder firmly, pushing him to his feet just long enough for him to get to his bed. When he collapsed on his bed, flushed cheeks and tears still streaming down his face, everything he could think about was that maybe his time had come. Die would be better than suffer so much humiliation in front of Saint Potter, who was panting by his side.

Harry stared down at the boy in front of him, Malfoy’s face twisted in an ugly expression. It was like he was trying to sneer at Harry but the pain was too much even for that. Harry sighed and turned to see he was left alone in the room with an incapacitated Malfoy. Well, shit, that was just great. Why couldn’t people just leave him alone? Peace, it was all he was asking for after everything. But, oh no, he had to have asked Hermione for help with his potions homework the week before, and now he owed her this. Harry wouldn’t have denied giving a massage to any of his friends if they’d asked him. He’d helped Hermione, Ginny and even Luna in the past. But Malfoy? Give Malfoy a massage, after everything, almost sounded funny.

Except it wasn’t because Harry had a hero complex and he knew Malfoy wouldn’t ask for such a thing if he wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t even Malfoy who came looking for Hermione, it was Pansy, which meant he probably was in a lot of pain. He couldn’t walk, from what Harry could see.

Small flasks caught his attention, all of them pilled up beside Malfoy.

'What’s this?’ He grabbed one and put it against the light. The liquid inside was thicker than water.

'Oils. Pansy brought them. She said they could help. Not like you need to know this anyway since you won’t use them.’ Malfoy spoke through gritted teeth, facing the wall opposite to where Harry stood. So he was expecting him to leave, that cocky bastard.

'Take off your shirt then’ Harry levitated all the tiny flasks to the ground and picked up one randomly. When he opened it the smell of cinnamon filled the room. Malfoy stared at him like he’d gone insane.

'What do you think you’re doing?’ he asked slowly.

'Well, maybe a massage since that’s what Hermione asked me to do and I can’t have a fucking moment of peace in this castle. And since you seem to be unable to even walk I advise you shut the fuck up and take off your shirt so I can see what’s wrong and finish in time for dinner’ Harry looked up to find Malfoy gaping at him.

'Do you even-’

'Yes, I do know how to do it, you prick. And I’m using this one, so take off your shirt’ Harry signaled to the open flask in his hands as he sat down on the far end of the bed.

He didn’t quite know how the oil would help since he’d never used them when he gave massages before. He liked the smell of it, that was all.

Malfoy struggled to sit down. He undid his tie, opened every button and started to take it off, really slowly trying not to move too much, wincing everytime he did. He folded his shirt and put it on the chair beside the bed. Harry couldn’t help staring at the huge scars on his chest he knew he was responsible for. Guilt settled on his stomach as he tore his gaze away.

'Lay down on your stomach’ Harry got up and sat beside Malfoy’s body as close as he could without brushing their thighs. It was ridiculous, he knew, since he would be touching him quite soon. Malfoy did as he was told and stilled, realising what that meant.

And what it meant was that, like that, he was completely vulnerable. He turned his face to Potter’s side and searched the other boy’s face for any sign of danger but all he could see was a frown as Harry dripped the oil in his fingers. Draco felt his cheeks heat up for some reason he didn’t understand.

'I’m going to start’ Potter’s voice was low when he spoke. Before Draco could say anything Potter’s hands were on his shoulders, placed at the same distance from the centre of his back. They were warmer than Draco’s skin, soft and sticky with oil. His breath got stuck on his throat  when Potter squeezed and, even though his lower back still hurt, Draco felt some of the tension leave his shoulders. He exaled, relaxing into the matress.

Harry maintained the rhythm for a while, squeazing and releasing Malfoy’s shoulders, his thumbs pressing small circles on the other’s neck as he did. Harry, then, started to let his hands go lower, maintaining the pressing of his thumbs as he did until he reached the high of Malfoy’s kidneys. He stopped there to smear his hands with more oil.

'Where did the pain start?’ Harry found his voice was hoarse when he spoke.

'Hm… my hips’ Malfoy sounded sleepy when he spoke. He was so relaxed Harry had to hold back a giggle. He must really be great at giving massage if it meant even Malfoy was enjoying it.

He stopped shortly.

'Your hips?’ Shit, he wasn’t expecting that. 'Er… okay. I’ll- I’ll need you to lower you trousers a bit.  

'What?’ Draco opened his eyes, snapping out of his daze. What did Potter just say?

'So I can reach your hips. I can’t do much with them in the way’ he said slowly, almost like he expected Draco to start yelling at him.

'So you want me to take off my pants?’ Draco couldn’s believe what the fuck was going on.

'No! Just- Just open it, okay? I can do the rest…’ Draco stopped for a second. He reached for his buttons, opened them and laid down again. He turned his face the other way since he was pretty sure he was blushing. Shit, Potter better know what he was doing.

Harry exhaled gradually. He most definitely didn’t know what he was doing. Well, he did, but he shouldn         ’t be doing this. He should’ve stopped, told Malfoy to go look for Pomfrey and got out of there.

Instead he placed his hands on Malfoy’s lower back again. He rubbed his thumbs in circles there, with less pressure this time, and started to press lower as he did. He reached his trousers but since the buttons were open it hang loose on Malfoy’s hips. Harry let his thumbs go under the waist and Malfoy froze.

Harry exhaled again. 'This will probably hurt but if it doesn’t work I’ll know what I have to do, okay?’ He pulled his trousers lower until he could see the other’s boxers. They were black, just like his trousers. Harry could see the fine blond hair that covered his lower back was up.

'Just don’t break my bones’ His tone was sarcastic.

Harry had his weigh on one knee which was pressed against the matress, both hands on Malfoy’s hips.

'Inhale’ Harry instructed. 'Hold’ Malfoy did as he was told.

'Exhale’ he pushed all his weight on his hands as quickly as he could. Malfoy screamed and Harry cursed. They were panting, Malfoy still too shocked to say anything.

'It won’t work, not like this’ Harry got off the bed to take off his shoes. When he looked back Malfoy was staring at him with a strange expression on his face, fear mixed with something else. Was it anticipation?

'This will work’ Harry got on the bed again and before malfoy could say anything he passed one of his legs over the blond’s body, straddling him. Harry sat on Malfoys thighs, trapping him so he couldn’t turn around.

'WHAT THE FUCK, POTTER?’ Malfoy tried to free himself but Harry pinned both Draco’s hands above his head in a strong grip.

'I’m telling you this will work! Stop fidgeting and shut up!’

But focusing on Potter’s words was hard since all he could sense was the warmth and pressure on his thighs, so close to his ass. He’d never felt anything like that before, something disturbingly intimate and his whole body was reacting as if it was. He closed his eyes, cursing inside his head as blood rushed into his cock. Fuck fuck fuck, this wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be…

'Inhale’ Potter’s words resonated closer to his ear than before. He shivered, inhaling as deep as he could. 'You need to relax’ Potter’s voice came out hoarse, his thumbs still tracing circles on his hips. Draco shuddered but felt his shoulders lose tension again.

'Inhale’, Harry repetead. 'Hold’ And Draco did.

Potter shifted on his thighs and Draco almost forgot what he was supposed to do.

'Exhale’ he did it again, placing all his weight in his hands, his thighs pressing hard against Malfoy’s as he did. A loud crack made Harry smile and Draco scream.

And then Malfoy let out a loud moan and Harry lost his train of thought.

Suddenly all the blood in his brain was going down, making his pants too tight. His ears felt like they were full of water when he heard Malfoy hum against the pillow.

'It worked’ Draco breathed, lifting his hips a bit to check if the pain was still there. The motion caused his ass to rub against something hard.

Draco gasped.

Harry moaned low.

Draco’s hips rose up again, higher, rubbing harder against what he knew was Potter and fuck, he didn’t know what he was doing anymore. And then Potter pressed down, literally pressed against Draco’s ass so he could feel it, the whole length even through the fabric. Potter was hard, really hard and Draco felt his own cock twitching at that.

Draco moaned, the sound ringing in Harry’s ears. He should go, he knew he should, but Malfoy was panting, and lifting that roundy ass for him, to rub against him, and Harry saw his face when he turned his head to the side. His cheeks were flushed and lips parted.

Harry pressed again, leaning forward until his mouth was just above Malfoy’s left ear.

'Do you want me to go?’ He needed to be sure, to be certain he wasn’t imagining all that.

Malfoy gasped, his eyes tightly shut. 'No’ He lifted his arm, grabbing Harry’s thigh and craving his nails on it. Harry bit his earlobe, went for his jaw and started sucking there.

Draco’s cock was throbbing beneath him, so hard he was sure he might faint any second.

The next minute the pressure against his ass was gone making a small cry escape his lips. Fuck fuck, Potter must have come to his senses before he did…

His pants were suddenly yanked down to his knees, his boxers with them. The sudden movement ccreating friction against his cock, now leaking on the matress. Draco was sure he couldn’t blush any harder but it didn’t stop him from moaning when hands grabbed his arse cheeks. How come he didn’t know he could get pleasure from there? Potter’s hands were everywhere, squeezing, pinching, scratching the soft skin.

Harry opened his cheeks, exposing his hole and run his thumb there tentatively.

'Ah- ha fuck…’ Draco buried his face in the pillow again. This wasn’t right, this was so fucking wrong, what was he doing moaning for…

'I wanna eat you up’ Harry didn’t mean to let the words escape his lips. His gaze was fixed on Malfoy’s pink hole and when it contracted under his thumb the thought of licking there, fucking him with his tongue, assaulted his mind immediately. Malfoy shivered under him.

'Wh-What are you saying?’ the tips of his ears were even redder from where Harry could see them.

Harry got off of Malfoy’s thighs and pushed them apart. He grabbed Malfoy’s hips again, pulling his ass up a bit. He could see the blond’s cock was hard and swollen, rubbing against the matress. Harry got on his elbows, squeezed Draco’s arse again and bit the already marked skin.

Draco gasped, his head jerking to the side so he could get a glimpse of Potter between his legs. Potter was sucking him at the spot he’d bitten before, his hands massaging the place where his thighs met his ass. He run his fingers there, grabbed his arse cheeks and pulled them apart. Draco drew a sharp breath.

He could hear Harry fidgeting with his own pants followed by the sound of clothes hitting the ground. Draco waved his hand towards the door, a click signalling it was now locked. He couldn’t even begin to think what would happen if anyone decided to come in.

Draco felt something wet, warm and firm press against his hole.

'Fuck fuck, you can’t- ah… ahhhh P-Potter this is…’ he gave a choking moan when Harry began to lick him relentlessly, his own moans reverberating in Draco’s skin.

Harry licked, savoured until his tongue got past the tight ring, and then he was fucking Draco, fucking him with wet and hot thrusts of his tongue. Draco kept pushing  back, gasping as he did, completely out of control.

Harry had never done that before but the sencond he laid eyes on Draco’s ass, naked before him all he could thing about was opening him, filing him up to get all those delicious sounds out of him.

Draco moaned, and moaned, louder each time. The words that came out of his mouth were incoherent, interrupted by sharp intakes of air.

'Yes… This- fuck Potter… I-deep-deeper’

Deeper, he wanted it deeper. Harry grasped the tiny flask he’d left on the ground and smeared his fingers with the oil again. He retreated his tongue earning a whimper from Malfoy that turned into a sob the second Harry’s middle finger replaced his tongue, getting in smoothly. Draco gasped, shivering uncontrollably and Harry just stayed there, mouth hanging open at the view. His finger disappeared and reappeared, Malfoy sucking him in while rutting against the matress. Harry curled his finger experimentally getting Malfoy to jolt and scream, throwing his head back. Harry caressed his thigh marked with purple bruises, another finger going inside his hole. The blond hissed but didn’t tell Harry to stop so he thrusted them to the base.

Draco’s brain was shutting down. The lewd sounds filling the room paired with the smell of cinnamon overstimulating his whole body. He wanted more heat, more pressure, more skin against his but the words kept getting lost in his throat everytime he tried to voice his needs. And Potter, fuck, he knew what to do with his hands, with his mouth. That fucking tongue worked like magic inside him. Potter was moving his fingers inside him in a way Draco didn’t even know was possible, scissoring them, thrusting them to the base.

The fingers were suddenly gone. Draco inhalled sharply but before he could complain Potter grabbed his shoulders and turned him around. He laid there on his back, legs spread open, cock dripping with pre come. And Harry stared him down, took in every inch of his light skin shamelessly. Draco felt exposed even though they were both naked. His hole twitched, stretched and leaking all the oil Potter had rubbed inside him and Potter stared. He fucking stared, jerking himself as he did.

Draco grabbed his own cock and began to do the same. It was unfair, having to do it all by himself after all Potter did, that bastard. The gesture caught the Golden Boys’s attention, though, and Draco smirked.

'i want,’ Harry bent down, their chests flushed against each other, his mouth whispering in Draco’s lips. 'I want to put it in you’ he sucked Draco’s lower lip. Holy fuck, he was on the edge already. Potter moved his lips to Draco’s ear and shifted, the head of his cock now poking Draco’s entrance. Draco felt it tingle as Potter cast a protective spell. 'I want to fill you up’ he whispered against his ear.

'Fuck, fuck…’

'Has anyone ever done that?’ he nuzzled Draco’s temple, his glans rubbing against his hole. 'I’m going to take you’ Harry hold his cock steadily as he pushed an inch, stretching Malfoy for him. The blond was panting on his cheek, small sobs inbetween gasps for air.

Harry’s ability to dirty talk, even as his own mind wasn’t working properly was something he didn’t know he could do. He was blushing, panting, but the possessivness he felt made him talk. Malfoy was his, all his, he just never thought that that anger, the rush of adrenaline he felt every time they were close could be hiding something else. He always thought Malfoy was his to take down, to fight against. But he also was his to consume, to bury himself into.

Harry thrust slowly, taking in the tightness, the heat engulfing him. Malfoy was fisting his cock under him, eyes tightly shut and mouth hanging open. Harry stopped Malfoy’s hand with his own and, with a tight grip, trapped them both above his head. Malfoy opened his eyes, his grey irisis thin rings around blown pupils.

'Touch my cock’ he whispered against Harry’s lips, more a command than a pleading. Harry smashed their mouths together instead, refusing to let go of his grip. Draco shivered under him, opened his mouth, let Potter invade his mouth with that tongue. Fuck, that tongue that’d fucked him just minutes ago. And Harry kissed him, his cock deep buried to the hilt inside him. He was full, so fucking full he felt his whole body collapse when Potter started to pull back.

He thrust again, the friction, the pressure, sending shocks of pleasure to Draco’s cock, up his spine, everywhere. Through half opened eyes Draco saw Harry gazing at him, his glasses gone, his lips red, parted as puffs of air escaped them. Harry thrust hard when he realized Draco was staring back. His complex changed immediately.

'I-yes fuck ahh-ah…’ Draco’s whole body was trembling, his ass thrusting back against Harry’s cock, trying to get him to go deeper.

Harry released Draco’s hands, grabbed his thighs instead and lifted them, shoving in until his fingers were numb from the tight grip. He’d leave marks there, crimson lines, and the thought made him moan. Harry bent down again, his mouth reaching Draco’s neck. He sucked him there while he fucked hard and fast. Draco fisted his cock with one hand while the other scratched Harry’s back repeatedly.

His moans were louder now, loud enough Harry was sure people could hear them from outside the dorm. Draco didn’t seem to care, or even realize he was making those sounds.

The next moment Draco was contracting around him, trembling violently and coming on their stomachs. The pressure was enough to send Harry over the edge, his thrusts erratic as he came deep inside Draco.

Draco moaned again when he felt something hot filling him up, Harry’s last thrusts too much to handle.

Harry flopped beside him, his limbs drained of strengh.

'Merlin’ he whispered to himself.

'Yeah’

'That was…’

'Yeah’

They didn’t speak for the next couple of minutes. When Harry got up to leave, though, Draco reached for his arm.

'You could… we- uh… we could…’

Harry kissed him softly, almost clumsily before speaking 'Yeah, I- I’d like that’

***

Draco sat down that evening with Pansy and Blaise at their common room to warm themselves in front of the fire. He couldn’t help wincing a bit when he did.

'What’s wrong? I thought Potter had fixed you back’

Draco felt his face flushing immediately.

'He did! I just…’

'I’m sure he did. Just remember to go somewhere else with thicker walls next time you call him to fix your back’ Blaise didn’t even care to lift his eyes from the book he had in hands.

His cheeks were in flames and the expression on Pansy’s face wasn’t helping.

‘You owe me two favours now!’ She smirked, leaning against the couch like she’d won a bet.

‘What- Why two?’ Draco shifted and winced again at the new burning ache.

‘Because,’ She stuck up a finger like she needed to count all the favours Draco owned her. ‘I found someone to fix your back’ She lifted another finger. ‘And,’

Right that second Potter walked through the portrait followed by Granger and Weasley. He spotted Draco immediately and, well wasn’t that great, strode towards him, leaving Weasley with a confused look and Granger with a knowing one. He glanced at Pancy and saw her waving at the Gryffindor girl. Fucking amazing.

‘Hey,’ Potter stood awkwardly there before sitting on the arm of Draco’s chair. Draco knew his cheeks were already flushed but when Potter bent down and whispered in his ear he was sure he probably looked like a tomatoe. ‘Fancy a game of Wizard’s chess later?’

Pansy was shaking trying to keep herself from bursting out laughing.

‘Your dorm?’ Draco found himself playing with the hem of Potter’s hoody. The bastard blushed at Draco’s words, but nodded with a smile on his face.

He’d barely turned his back when Draco heard Pansy’s voice loud and clear.

‘And, I got you a cute boyfriend. Two favours!’

***

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Yuri on Ice - Subtle Differences Between the TV and BluRay/DVD Versions - Episode 6, Part 3 (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 4) (Part 5)

The TV version is the one in the left column, while the BluRay/DVD version is the right one. (In my screenshots, the TV version has the little toolbar at the bottom.)

This time, it’s a mix of more obvious and less obvious changes:

  1. Phichit is redrawn, his face has more details
  2. Incidentally, Yuuri is redrawn and it’s clearly visible that he was drawn by a different animator, although the reasons remain a mystery to me because he looked fine in the original version
  3. Phichit is redrawn, his face has more details (#2)
  4. Minako and the audience members are completely redrawn.
  5. Guang Hong’s face has more details, slight improvements in his jacket, hair etc

Stay tuned for more subtle (and the less subtle) differences!

a long list of keith + lance concepts:

  • keith or lance waking up before the other, and admiring the other quietly as they sleep
    • lance, waking up, tiredly: hi
    • keith, already awake, smiling at him: hi
    • or
    • keith, just waking up: good morning
    • lance, smiling at him: it is now
  • the two of them standing close to each other and speaking quietly — no one else knows what they’re saying, but keith is laughing
  • their insults for each other becoming pet names
    • keith sitting in the rec room, looking up when lance walks in from a mission: hey, genius
    • lance, removing his helmet and walking up to him: what it do, mullet (leans down and kisses him)
  • the two of them comforting each other when they’re missing home, having a rough day, or just feeling sad
    • keith with his head bowed and fists clenched, angrily wiping at his tears until his boyfriend pulls him in for a hug, making him feel better instantly
    • lance with a forced smile on his face and teary eyes, swearing that he’s fine!! until keith embraces him, and he feels safe enough to cry
  • keith wrapping his arms around lance from behind, at random points in the day, burying his face against his shoulder
    • keith during a team meeting: (hugs lance like this)
    • lance: (smiles and covers keith’s hands on his waist with his own)
  • lance coming up behind keith and wrapping his arms around keith’s shoulders, saying ~stuff in his ear
    • keith, smiling, leaning away: shhhh! shh
  • the two of them sharing a pair of earbuds (sharing their favorite songs)
  • keith lifting his chin a little whenever he wants a kiss
    • (the team after one of shiro’s pep talks, about to get back in their lions)
    • keith: wait (taps lance’s arm) (leans close, raising his chin)
    • lance: (smiles, and kisses him) good luck
    • keith: (smiling) you too
  • lance tapping his cheek whenever he wants a kiss
    • (the team about to head out on a mission, exiting the rec room)
    • lance: hey (at keith, before he leaves) aren’t you forgetting something? (leans forward and taps the side of his face)
    • keith: (smiles and kisses his cheek) there you go
    • lance: hm… i think i need a little more.
    • keith: … (grabs lance’s collar and pulls him in for a deep, long kiss on the mouth) … all set?
    • lance: (heart eyed and a little dazed) yeah
  • holding hands under the table at breakfast
  • laughing together in the rain
THAT SCENE IN 12x13 THOUGH

Y’all know which one I’m talking about

  • The obvious angst
  • Sam who tries so hard to be understanding but who just can’t understand and who is just so HURT 
  • Dean’s face, like The Face, which gets me every damn time 
  • Sam talking about their own toolkit which works just fine (this is so touching)
  • Dean looking down when Sam talks about what the BMoL did to him and you know he’s remembering (judging by the way his eyes move, I would even say reliving) how it made him feel 
  • Dean looking at Sam even though Sam doesn’t look back and keeps his eyes fixed on Mary (especially after Mary said “family”)
  • The severe look Sam gives Mary and that we never (or very rarely) saw and the way he’s standing up for himself
  • The brothers standing together, united, and you know nothing, even their mother, is gonna come between them 

I don’t think I’m ever gonna shut up about Jared’s and Jensen’s acting in that particular scene. They already blew my mind in Regarding Dean and of course in several other episodes before these ones and this time they were once again breathtaking.