look at this stunning human being

I smile at her, she looks back at me and says “what?”… I reply “nothing.” But little does she know that she is the most stunning human being I’ve ever laid eyes on and I can’t help but fucking stare. God she’s just so beautiful. I adore her.

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Babysitter-Ashton Irwin

Originally posted by loserxhemmo96

Warning: obviously smut and language

Rating: R


Your phone buzzed next to you on your bedside table. Groaning, you rolled over in your bed and unplugged your phone. Your phone read 8:30am which made you whimper in exhaustion. Below the time was a text from your only babysitting client at the time, Ms. Irwin. You had only acquired the job because your mom had been childhood friends with her, but she was a kind woman nonetheless.

Ms. Irwin was probably the sweetest woman to have ever walked the earth, despite the hardships she had overcame such as her husband leaving her with three kids a couple years ago. But what puzzled you to no extent was the fact that such a kind woman could have the literal spawn on satan as her eldest child.

Ashton Irwin, also known as Hades by yourself and your best friend (Y/BFF/N), was probably the rude human being you have encountered. Despite his stunning looks and musical talent, he was probably the one person you admittedly hated. Although he was a kind child when the two of you where in lower school, right when he hit his teens he pushed you away and never explained his reasons for doing so.

Now, in high school, he never even spared you a glance. It wasn’t as if you were still mad at him, he had pushed you away so long ago but he only angered you when you were babysitting his two younger siblings, Lauren and Harry. It seemed funny how Ms. Irwin always had you babysit even though Ashton was right upstairs in his room playing on his drums, but you both knew he wasn’t capable of taking care of two young children. 

From: Ms. Irwin-8:30am

Hey (Y/n), I’m so sorry to be an inconvenience to you but I was wondering if you can possibly watch the kids starting from 11am today to 7pm tomorrow? Sorry my boss just told me I have to come for a conference this weekend.

You groaned and sat up, running your hand through your hair before responding.

To: Ms. Irwin-8:34am

I’d be happy to (: I’ll see you at 11.

Since you had already woken up you knew attempting to go back to sleep was going to be useless. Hesitantly, you placed your bare feet on the cold wooden floor and quickly scampered to the bathroom to brush your teeth and you went to your kitchen to eat something for breakfast.

Time seemed to fly by and before you knew it you were approaching the front door of the Irwin household with your small overnight bag by your side.

You knocked once and the door flew open seconds later. Instead of the bright and smiling face of Ms. Irwin, you were greeted by the irritated look on Ashton’s face. “Hey Ash,” you smiled, despite the uncomfortable look on his face.

He closed the door behind you, “Don’t call me that,” he mumbled before walking past you to climb up his stairs and probably sulk in his room.

“(Y/n)!” Lauren yelled before wrapping her arms around your legs, followed by Harry.

“Hey guys! Are you excited about this weekend?” you asked, ruffling Harry’s hair.

They nodded in unison and you detached yourself from them to find Ms. Irwin who was in the kitchen making them their lunch. “Hi Ms. Irwin, how are you?” you asked, leaning against the counter.

She jumped in surprise, “Oh hi dear! I’m great, how are you?”

“I’m okay,” you responded.

“Thank you so much for coming on short notice. I really appreciate it.”

You smiled, grabbing the plates from her that held the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches she had made for them. “Of course, anytime. And don’t you have a plane to catch?” I asked.

Her eyes widened, “You’re right!” she rushed to grab her bags, “Again, thank you and I hope Ashton isn’t too much of a bother. He probably won’t leave his room anyways. Text me if there’s an emergency!” she yelled before running out to her car.

You let out a long breath before turning back to the two kids standing behind me. “So, what do you two wanna do?”

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“That movie was so good!” Lauren yelled from the backseat of your car. The three of you had just went to the theater to see Moana and the kids were ecstatic about it.

You nodded and smiled, “Yeah it was great! What do you guys say? Ice cream when we get home?” They all nodded in excitement at your offer and practically bounced in their chairs until you arrived home.

Once you parked your car in the driveway they ran out of the car towards the house and flung themselves on the couch, awaiting their ice cream. You smiled at their excitement and went into the kitchen and pulled out the chocolate ice cream. 

You groaned when you realized the bowls where just about five centimeters from your reach even while you were on your toes. Suddenly, a body was pressed flush against yours. “You’re too damn short,” a voice said gruffly from behind you. You turned your head slightly to see Ashton’s bare, broad chest.

Before you knew it he had pulled down three bowls and placed them in front of you. “Thank you,” you whispered for no apparent reason, just because of the close proximity. 

His body lingered behind you for only a couple of seconds before he disappeared. You felt your face heat up but you quickly dismissed any thoughts of Ashton before scooping ice cream into the bowls.

“Who wants ice cream?” you asked, walking into the living room but you stopped in your tracks when the two toddlers were passed out on the couch. A soft smile spread across your face at the two softly sleeping. You set the bowls on the coffee table and picked up Harry to bring him to his room. 

After tucking both of them in you started walking down the hall to get to the stairs but you stopped in your tracks when you heard All Time Low blasting loudly from Ashton’s room.

You approached his door and opened it slightly, “Ashton can you please turn down your music? The kids are sleep-oh my god what are you doing!” you screeched when you saw Ashton laying naked on his bed, slowing pumping his length.

His face morphed into his signature angry expression and he pulled on his boxers before slamming the door in your face. You stood in front of his door, shell shocked for minutes until you finally processed what had actually happened and you ran downstairs to grab your bag and you shut the door to the guestroom down stairs.

Trying to get what you saw out of your head, you pulled out the book you brought with you and started to read. As you flipped through the pages you couldn’t seem to focus on what the story was telling you but rather on how hot Ashton looked, panting and grabbing his thick length in his hand.

A hard knock on your door interrupted your thoughts and you stood up from your bed, expecting one of the kids to be asking for the ice cream you promised them earlier.

But instead of the faces of one of the kids, when you opened the door you were faced with Ashton, and he looked more pissed then ever.

“Hey Ashton, I’m really sorry, I should’ve knocked-” your sentence was cut short yet again when Ashton flipped the two of you around and pushed you up against the door. 

You gasped when you felt his hot lips press hard kisses down the base of your throat. “Do you know what I was thinking about when I was jerking off?” he asked as he brought his face up to yours.

“What?” you asked.

His breath fanned against your face in uneven pants. “You,” he said before pressing his lips against yours.

It took you less than a minute to respond and you started moving your lips in sync with his. “Fuck I need you so bad,” he mumbled against your lips. All you could do was whimper in desperation.

“Where did this come from?” you panted, tangling your hands in his sandy curls.

He groaned when you tugged at his hair, “Fuck, I’ve liked you since we were crib mates.” With that his pressed his lips feverishly to yours again. You moaned when he shoved his tongue in your mouth.

His fingers slowly crept from your hips to your butt. He squeezed it lightly and pulled your body closer to his hips. He ground his rock hard erection against your clothed heat. “Fuck,” he drawled out. “I want to taste you so bad princess,” he mumbled against your lips.

He didn’t give you time to respond before he swiftly picked you up and sat down on the bed. With you straddling him, you pushed his chest back so you were on top of him. You tugged at his shirt, indicating you wanted it removed and he soon lifted it over his head. As he removed his shirt, you pulled yours over your head as well and you reached to unclasp your bra.

As soon as you had no clothes remaining on your top half, Ashton flipped you over so he hovered over you. “What do you want baby girl?” he asked, latching himself to one of your breasts. His tongue flicked over the sensitive bud and he grazed his teeth over it causing you to tug at his hair. 

“Anything, Ash. Please, I’m so wet.” 

A whimper escaped his lips as he left a trail of kisses down in between the valley of your breasts and he stopped right at the band of your sweatpants. He looked up at you for approval you merely nodded in response to his silent question.

Quickly, he pulled down your pants and continued kissing up your thighs from your knees. He kept stopping right where you needed him most so eventually you sighed in frustration, “Ash, please don’t tease-oh motherfucking shit!” you yelled wen he licked a long strip up your clothed heat.

He pulled down your underwear and left a kiss on your clit. “I love it when you call me that,” he mumbled before completely diving in.

His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking harshly causing your back to arch. When he added two fingers you almost lost it, “A-Ash, I c-can’t hold on much longer,” you whimpered, pulling his head closer.

He hummed against you sending vibrations that sent you over the edge. You let out a long moan as the knot inside of you exploded and you chanted his name repeatedly.

When he finally came up for air you pulled towards you and attached your lips to his. A hint of you could be tasted on his tongue which only made you more excited.

You dropped one of your hands down and slid it beneath his boxers. Grabbing his length, you slowly pumped it and with your thumb, you spread his precum around his tip.

He shivered, “As hot as you are doing this, can you please save this for next time because I’m literally about to burst and I really want to be inside of you when I do so.”

You didn’t stop pumping him which caused him to growl and grab both of your hands in one of his and he held them above your head. “Fuck you’re such a bad girl,” he groaned, pulling down his boxers with his other hand.

Out of anticipation, you rubbed your thighs together to try and create friction but he placed a hand in between them and spread them so wide you already knew walking would be an issue in the morning.

You felt his pulsing tip at your entrance and your mouth opened wide when he pushed his length all the way in. “Oh my-holy shit Ash,” you moaned, struggling against his grip because you ached to touch him.

“You’re so tight, princess,” he let out shakily.

You begged him to move and when he finally brought his length out and snapped his hips back into yours you could’ve sworn you saw stars. “Ashton, you’re so thick-fuck!” you arched your chest into his when he hit your g-spot.

He finally released your hands from his and brought his hand down to rub your clit. Instantly you brought your nails to his back and slowly dragged them down his soft skin. “Faster,” you moaned and tugged his lips down to yours.

He obeyed your wish and started snapping his hips harder and faster against yours. When he hit you g-spot again you clenched around him and he let out a strangled moan. “Fuck princess, please do that again.”

You clenched around him and without warning, he shot his load into you, making you cum around him as well. “(Y/n)!” he chanted as his thrusts got sloppy as he milked out both of your orgasms. 

Once the two of you had come down from your highs he turned and slowly pulled out and leaned on his side to face you. “I meant what I said.”

“And what was that?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

“That I actually have really like you since we were crib buddies,” he laughed lightly. “I just didn’t know how to talk to a girl I really like and I didn’t wanna fuck it up.”

You smiled and pressed your lips to his. “I like you too.”

A wide smile spread across his face as he pulled you closer so that your head was resting on his chest. He turned off the bedside table lamp next to him and he left a kiss on your forehead. “Goodnight princess.”

I don’t have time to write this but it needs to be written ASAP... fml

If someone wants this writing prompt in the SM fandom TAKE IT

Blame @jelloapocalypse


Saero and Diana show up to Mika’s Wedding as ‘wedding crashers’; accepted instantly. They sit at a table and converse the best they can, Diana being the social butterfly and Saero being the silent watcher. However,

A slow dance song appears

And Saero takes Diana to the dance floor, not EVER having danced with Diana (let alone at ALL) but wanting them to at least join in that festivity. Diana and Saero slow dance, looking around and unsure if they are doing the right thing (because they had never been to a human wedding) so they keep looking around nervously despite looking STUNNING as they dance.

Eventually, everyone else gets off the dance floor and Saero and Diana are left dancing alone. Too nervous to try and stop, they continue dancing until the song ends.

They then scuttle out of the party, bidding quickly voiced “Congrats” to the Mika and her husband, before YEETing back to the demon world.

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THE INTERVIEW’S GALA

Finally arrived at this awesome and important Event. This time it was all my fault because I decided on last minute to change my outfit again. Nevermind me - but look at my stunning Date for tonight @caratempelton . She’s shining like the Burmese Sunrise Ruby!!! 💎💎💎


Tonight is not just about looking amazing (what everyone does I’m sure about that) and having a great Night (what we’ll all have :D) It’s also about taking a closer look at the world of the Transgender Community. In our opinion every human being deserves the same rights, the same benefits and most of all the same respect and love. We are here to support you guys!!! Also a big Thank you to the Team of @theinterview who made this event possible and brings awareness to this important cause.

anonymous asked:

Coldflashwave: AU Barry is a homeless young man and one night, starving and hopeless, he reaches the gut-wrenching decision to sell himself for money. He a seedy bar called Saints and Sinners and propositions a pair of handsome, dangerous looking men. They take him back to their place and Barry is stunned when instead of using him, they give him a warm, home cooked meal and treat him like a human being. Barry looses his battered heart to his saviors, who's names are Mick Rory and Leonard Snart.

Barry was desperate. It had been days since he had been able to scrounge more than a stale crust of bread and some tap water.

Barry Allen had been on the streets for a few months now, he’d lost his meager job at the local grocery store and had been kicked out of his apartment. With no where to turn and no family to speak of, he had taken to sleeping in shelters and on park benches.

And now, he was down to the last 50 cents and nothing left to sale or barter with… except… well, desperate times and all that…

This was how Barry found himself in the bathroom of a seedy bar cleaning himself up as best he can with paper towels and tap water.

“OK Allen… you can do this….”

He pushed himself off the sink and made his way into the main bar area, his tired eyes scanning the floor cataloging the patrons and trying to appear aloof and alluring… his eyes locked onto a pair of men halfway down the bar. Big guy, shaved head, strong arms with burn scars, next time him a more dainty beauty, still strong, but leaner, close cropped Silvering hair, strong jaw… Barry made his way over to them, big guys eyes met his over the head of his companion,

“Can we help you, doll face?”

Barry swallowed nervously,

“Ummm… actually I was h…h…hoping I could help you… y…you gentlemen looking for a good time?”

Barry’s nerves were evident in the shaking of his voice and it caused the other man to spin on his bar stool to look him up and down,

“How old are you, jail bait?”

Barry felt his face heat up…

“Old enough.”

The other hummed,

“Why don’t you just come with us, Scarlet, let’s see how far down that blush goes, hum?”

Barry nodded dumbly as he followed behind the guy, the larger man taking up the rear with his hand possessivly low on Barry’s back.

They walked him out to a very nice black car and they drove away in silence. It wasn’t until they made a turn into the warehouse district that Barry realized he’d just gotten into the car with two complete strangers and his whole body started to shake in fear as the car slowed to a stop in front of one of the few houses still left on this side of town,

“Come on now, doll, we don’t bite, names Mick by the way. This here is Len.”

Well, Barry thought rather hysterically, at least they were polite murderers…

They lead him into the, surprisingly, warm and inviting home,

“Make yourself comfortable, Scarlet, Mick is gonna heat up some leftovers from dinner, I doubt you’ve had a decent meal in days.”

As if on cue Barry’s stomach growled and Mick chuckled as he brushed past to the kitchen… meanwhile Len tossed Barry a pair of sweats and a shirt,

“Put those on, kid, those clothes are trash and no where near warm enough, you want a shower?”

Barry nodded staring at the clothes in his hand…

“Are… are you going to kill me?”

Len blinked,

“Not at this particular moment. Right now we just want you fed and warm.”

Barry nodded,

“And after?”

Len smiled,

“And after, you can leave… or you can stay.”

Barry’s eyes teared up at the display of kindness and he launched himself at Len sobbing into his shoulder,

“Thank you… th… th…thank you, s… so much”

Len awkwardly patted him on the back,

“There there… now please, shower, clean clothes, food. Then we’ll talk. But, listen kid, your body is yours and you don’t owe it to anyone for anything. You make the calls. No one in this house will hurt you, ever. You’re safe here.”

And for the first time in a very long time Barry actually did feel safe.

vezka  asked:

20. what do you love most about studying classics?

Oh! I love this question!

I love how rich the field is. History, literature, linguistics, language learning, religion, and gender studies all meet in the classics. There is always something new to learn. 

The classics are so tantalizing. We have a fragment here, a shard there. Likely, we will never be able to reconstruct the whole picture. There are hints, suggestions, and I love those. I love those whispers. It leaves room for interpretation, for reinterpretation. Last semester, my professor told us that she had a whole lesson planned out, but she scratched the entire thing, because an hour before she’d read an article that had completely changed her mind about the subject. I love that about the classics. 

I love the stories, I love the people. I’m amazed, I’m absolutely stunned that we have the written voices of other human beings who lived two to three thousand years ago. And look what they’re saying. Some of it is outrageous to us, but some of it resonates deeply. They were writing about love, lust, loss, friendship, heartache, passion. I’ve heard some argue that modern people are incredibly different from our ancient ancestors, but this isn’t true. We’re the same, just raised differently. We have the same emotions, and they wrote about them so beautifully.

The classics remind me how quickly things can change, too. It took only three hundred years from the fall of the Republic to the fall of the western empire. We think things are bad now; Roman senators felt the same way as we do now when their Republic fell and the emperors soaked up all the power. I connect to the Stoic opposition in a way I’ve never been able to before.

Mostly I love the ideas and the questions the classics inspire. I love reading ancient texts, I love reading ancient histories. So much is there, within these words passed down to us by two, three thousand years worth of humanity. It moves me so much, to study that passage of time.

ghost-tiddies  asked:

Hello dear! I saw your steampunk outfit and I toodled my way over here to tell you that you look stunning! You're a gorgeous human being! 💕 I hope you have a fabulous day!

Thank you so much?!!!! 💛💛💛💛

Protective (JB)

Jaebum x you; 868 words

summary: when you are drunk and some guy tries to force himself on you

comments: there’s alcohol, mild swearing (more like one swear word) and degrading women. Also, an angry Jaebum is a scary Jaebum period. 

Jaebum knew he was in for a whole lot of trouble when you walked out of your bedroom dressed like that. It was not that you were wearing something overly provocative, you were wearing a simple pair of jeans and a sleeveless top, but somehow tonight you looked like a goddess. Like stardust made into a perfect human being.

“Jaebum?” You waved your hand in front of his face. You saw him staring at your outfit, frowning. “Is this okay? Should I change?" 

Jaebum shook his head and offered you his arm, which you took. "You look lovely, I was just stunned for a moment.” You rolled your eyes, hitting him lightly at the cheesy comment but you were blushing in your heart. Even after such a long time being together with him, he still made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

Conversation flowed easily as you got into the taxi to get to the club. Jaebum said that Jackson and the gang wanted to check the place out so you agreed to go along because all their girlfriends were going to and you hadn’t seen them in a long while.

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America Ferrera’s geometric cutout dress just shot straight to the top of our summer wedding outfit list

There are so many reasons to love America Ferrera. From starring in some of our favorite shows and movies to being an outspoken advocate for equal rights, it’s clear that she’s beautiful both inside and out — which is why it was no surprise at all that Ferrera’s geometric cutout dress (her latest of many #RedCarpetGoals outfits) had her looking casually stunning this weekend.

Ferrera wore the simple (but gorge) gown to the Human Rights Campaign‘s 2017 Los Angeles Gala Dinner on Saturday. The Superstore actress was one of two celebrities honored at the event, alongside Katy Perry, for her advocacy work in the LGBTQ community.

Ferrera turned heads the moment she stepped onto the gala’s blue carpet, and for good reason.

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The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants actress rocked the navy gown with a fun geometric design and spaghetti straps. She paired the dress with a deep red lip, and similarly shaded burgundy platform sandals and a clutch. According to the Daily Mail, Ferrera’s embroidered gown is by designer Stella Nolasco. Her hair was worn in a simple wavy updo that complimented the casual-chic look perfectly. Head to toe, it’s definitely an ensemble we’ll be copying at just about every summer wedding we’ll attend later this year.

And here’s America sharing a quick peck with Lena Dunham as they arrived on the blue carpet, because why not?

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Dunham wasn’t there just to plant a friendly smooch on her friend — the Girls star presented her longtime pal with the organization’s Ally for Equality award, too. Dunham introduced Ferrera in an emotional tribute that had both friends praising each other and shedding happy tears for what they’ve each accomplished in the entertainment industry, and in advocating for human rights.

Check out the video of the powerful (and empowering) acceptance speech Ferrera delivered at the ceremony. Ferrera’s portion starts at around 12:30.

Beauty + brains + a commitment to advocacy = why we’ll always adore America.

RE(A)D CARPET

Last night’s Oscars saw some of the most glamorous gowns and debonair tuxes (and even a gown/tux combo—we’re looking at you, Gaga) and we at NOVL HQ loved watching the year’s biggest stars make their way down the red carpet. But the only thing better than a best-dressed starlet? A best-dressed book cover! That’s right—book nerds never take a night off.

In honor of Hollywood’s biggest night of the year, we’re bringing you a round-up of some of our favorite looks that remind us of our favorite books with NOVL’s very own re(a)d carpet.

1. Charlize Theron—Josh Sundquist’s We Should Hang Out Sometime 

Who do we wish we could hang out with sometime? Red-hot Charlize Theron of course! And we think Josh Sundquist, author of We Should Hang Out Sometime would agree. After all, her stunning Dior dress pairs perfectly with his hilarious memoir. Best-dressed couple alert!

2. Leonardo DiCaprio—Jeff Garvin’s Symptoms of Being Human 

Is getting a little weak in the knees when you see Leo smolder on the red carpet a symptom of being human? We’d wager so. In any case, his classic black tux reminds us of the eye-catching cover of Jeff Garvin’s debut novel. Side note: How cute were Leo and Kate posing together? We’ll never let go, Jack.

3. Naomi Watts—Rebecca Serle’s Truly Madly Famously 

Naomi Watts was working the carpet in support of her man Liev Schreiber and Spotlight’s Best Picture win, but her shimmering Armani gown kind of stole the show! If her look were a book, it would have to be Rebecca Serle’s Truly Madly Famously. And how appropriate! This sequel to Famous in Love gives readers a glimpse of life and love behind the silver screen.

4. Brie Larson—Marie Rutkoski’s The Winner’s Crime

We bow down to Best Actress winner Brie Larson, who looked downright regal in Gucci. A royal blue gown paired with a glistening silver accessory? It reminds of another stunner, Marie Rutkoski’s The Winner’s Crime. Of course, Brie rocked a bejeweled silver belt and Kestrel is wielding a sword, but to each her own!

5. Mindy Kaling—Margaret Stohl and Kami Garcia’s Dangerous Deception

What’s black, blue and breathtaking? Mindy Kaling in her off-the-shoulder Elizabeth Kennedy gown. Equally dazzling is Margaret Stohl and Kami Garcia’s Dangerous Deception. Sure, looks can be deceiving but there’s no doubt about it: these two are as beautiful on the inside as they are on the outside.  

fic: you, me, and UST. (KEITH & LANCE)

i tried to write some UST for @hijikata-han. did i succeed? WHO KNOWS

also on ao3, if that’s your jam

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The first sign that something is rotten in the state of Lance-mark materializes in the middle of a spirited throwdown with Keith on the training deck. He’s just minding his own business, guard up and blocking Keith’s blows with— it must be said—breathtaking finesse, when all of a sudden, his brain draws his attention on a vitally important nugget of information: Keith has eyelashes.

This is not terribly out of the ordinary; as with other human beings, they frame his eyes, but at this moment it occurs to Lance that the ones that Keith possesses are unusually thick and luscious. Beautiful, like a girl’s—and he is stunned by that thought, because ‘beautiful’ is a word that he’s only ever used for two things: himself, and pretty girls who look as though they might be inclined to kiss him, or at least hold his hand.

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,,,the vampire diaries clexa au,,, 

lexa woods saving clarke griffin and her mother from their drowning car but failing to get jake griffin out before he dies. being stunned when she goes to give clarke some of her blood only to see she looks identical to katherine pierce - the vampire who turned her and her cousin bellamy blake. deciding to stay in town and watch the girl she saved to make sure it isn’t katherine about to cause trouble. 

bell coming into town next, humanity switch turned off and wanting nothing more than to make lexa’s life miserable (or so he says). bell having a plan to get katherine out of the tomb. bell meeting clarke and causing trouble. 

octavia being the wild card and neither bell nor lexa knowing what to anticipate from her. (bell turning octavia back in 1864 because he couldn’t leave her behind and octavia hating him for making a decision for her) 

lexa falling for clarke despite not wanting to go down that road again. things getting messy. their romance much more of a slow burn than original stelena. clarke being clarke we all know. defiant, manipulative, smart clarke the leader of her people.  

bell obsessed with clarke and causing more trouble. (clarke using and manipulating him to get what lexa and her need to save the town over and over and raven calling her out on it tho? bell being stunned and awed by raven the witch extraordinaire at every turn?) 

idk just had a thought 

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“so” the reporter says to sebastian who smiles to the camera “ we have seen a few new pictures of your wife Y/n, she’s kind of fat, are you mad with her because of that? I can only imagine how it sucks”
Sebastian stares angry to the reporter “actually I think she look the stunning after the pregnancy, I don’t know if you noticed that she was pregnant, I mean another human being inside of her.” he laughs angrily “and I don’t care if shes not back at her old body , she’s happy, she’s gorgeous and I don’t think her shape is your business, so I will ask politely don’t say shit about my wife”

Let's talk about Richard Armitage

This man is a freaking gorgeous human being. Looks downright stunning in period clothing

Looks dang sexy in modern clothing

Or not a whole lot of clothing, for that matter

Looks handsome clean shaven

Hot as hades rugged He’s just so dang gorgeous and if you don’t think so you’re blind