Here’s a silly one. Rank Katie’s roles in terms of hawtness (@rtracker).
Alrighty. This killed me, because personally, I would just choose them all. Can’t I just have them all??? It was almost as difficult as having to decide which character I would date (a high point in my life), so thanks for that! But first I had to consider my criteria for Maximum Hawtness™. It was necessary. I mean we all know Katie is gorgeous and hot af no matter what. So instead I had to consider things beyond Katie’s perfect face.
Sooo personal style, attitude, the way she carries herself, innocence vs. …naughtiness? Sauciness? Can that be a thing? Sure! Oh, and chemistry and interactions with other characters. That’s a big one. Leaving out the usual characters. So here is my list.
1. Kate Foster (But of course!)
Pretty sure a lot of you have seen me freak out about Kate. When it comes to judging hawtness, I am all for the sharp and pointy. When did the question of wanting fries cause anyone to become uncomfortably aroused?? When Kate Foster asked the question, that’s when! Kate is smooth, seductive and she spends pretty much her entire date with Erica looking like she is ready to rip her clothes of with her teeth. …Yeah that’s pretty hot. Bonus points for the lingering touches and the sex hair the morning after. #shooketh
2. Lena Luthor
The perfect combination of sharp and pointy and soft and squishy. There is definitely something about her that has drawn so many in. The heart-eyes, the perfect buns, the eyebrows, the lip-bite, the red lipstick… Then there is the fact that she dresses like she’s on her way to view the next big line during fashion week (That Magenta Coat™ tho). Speaking of the lip biting, heart-eyes, and eyebrows, is it me or is Lena more flirty than pretty much all of Katie’s characters combined? Throw all of that on top of the fact that she is an angel and classy af and you can just consider me deceased.
Pssst. If you are for any reason interested in more of Katie being hot and/or my somewhat warranted opinion/endless thirst, keep reading! Ok let’s move on.
This could go into multiple scenarios, so shall we?
First, we’ll go straight for it, a completely fucked out Harry. The two of you have been going at it like rabbits since he got home, and finally, after he has nothing else left to give, he’s on his stomach, hair splayed across his forehead, mouth slightly open, and sleeping soundly. *Bonus points for the scratch marks splayed all down his back, and the love bites that he’ll scold you for the next morning all down along his shoulders and neck.
“How am I supposed to cover these? An animal, you are…”
Second, jet-lagged Harry. I can picture it now. It’s 2 PM, and you’ve gone your tidying up around your house, even ran some errands and went and got takeout at his favorite restaurant for him when he wakes. And once you arrive back, he’s still where he was before - on his back, one arm spread out over your side of the bed, one over his stomach, small snores and wheezes leaving his mouth, with the evident signs of dark circles below his eyes. You leave the blinds closed and door closed so he won’t be disturbed, and it’s not till later that evening he stumbles out, pajama pants laying low on his abdomen, hair completely gone awry, and one first rubbing his eye like a toddler.
“Thought I’d come and join ya…”
And he’d sit beside you, head laying against your shoulder, as you two finally caught up.
Thirdly, maybe this time something is keeping him up. Could be nerves, maybe he’s not feeling well, maybe something exciting is happening the next day, and no matter how many times he closes his eyes and counts sheep, he’s laid awake staring at the ceiling. And the consistent tossing and turning finally reaches you, as one of his lanky legs kicks you right in the thigh, and you’re jolted awake with an irritated growl.
“‘Bout to kick you out onto the streets.”
“Can’t sleep, pet.”
And that’s all he has to say, in such a deep whisper you think you almost missed it, and you turn over to face him, pushing the blankets up slightly - an unsaid invitation.
He is quick to scoot closer, sharing his head on your pillow, snuggling himself in as close to you as possible.
This is Druffy and Druffy does not understand how rocks work.
He also smashed Solas into a wall a bit later on, but I wasn’t quick enough to get a screenshot of that, only his arm and leg visible and flailing helplessly. Solas, that’s what you get for silently judging your Inquisitor for herding Druffalo.
Seungkwan: /practises vocals/
Hoshi: /randomly dances/
Dino: /joins in the random dance/
Vernon: /HEADLINES HEADLINES/ /also ‘accidentally’ grabs Seungkwan’s butt/
DK: /jealous because Hoshi doesn’t give him much attention/
S.Coups: /hugs Jeonghan/
Jeonghan: /hugs Coups/
Joshua: /sleeping like a sheep/
Wonwoo: /plays staring contest with Mingyu/
Mingyu: /starts laughing because he ain’t good in staring constest/
The8: /plays some kind of a board game with Jun/
Jun: /cheats on the game and fools The8 anyway/
Woozi: /plays the piano and doesn’t care about anything/
Choromatsu giggled, draping his arms around his sheepdog boyfriend. “Yuuta-chan~! W-what is it? Do you need something…?” He asked, pulled away slightly. He tilted his head to one side and waited for Yuuta’s response.
After Stoick’s death, Gobber solemnly takes up the duty of replacing the chief as head of the Hiccstrid shipping club. Unfortunately, he was never quite as tactful or dignified about it as Stoick was.
Whereas Stoick would make casual mentions of marriage and drop hints to his son over breakfast, Gobber literally follows Hiccup through the streets saying things like “Are you going to ask her now? Now? Tonight? Tomorrow? Come one, Hic, get a contingency plan together. How many goats do you have, anyway? What about in the spring? Does her father like black sheep better than white sheep?” People stare and snort and Hiccup marches to the forge with his hands over his ears and Gobber doesn’t even pause the entire day, “Surely you’ve waited long enough. I have two hundred gold pieces on you propsing within the month, so you really ought to step up your game, it’s not right to cheat your old teacher out of that much money, let me tell you. Surely your mum will tell you the same, you ought to ask for Astrid’s hand sooner rather than later, it’s horribly rude to keep a girl waiting, and dangerous for yourself, if you know what I mean, ehehehehehee,”
And eventually, Hiccup does finally ask her. Gobber takes the credit for the entire thing when he collects his winnings. During the celebration that followed the announcement of the Chief’s impending engagement, Gobber takes his tankard over toward the tapestry on the wall that depicts Stoick facing off with the Red Death, and tips his glass to the late chief.
“And it’s about damn time, too,” he’d say, and take a swig, and another for his best friend who couldn’t be there. He’d glance up at the ceiling toward Valhalla. “Best seat in the house, I hope you’re happy. Old Gobber got it done fer you. Again.” He’d shake his head and drink his mead and definitely not tear up when he saw Hiccup in his chief’s garb dancing with his intended, just like his parents had so many years ago. Gobber would sniff, and let a smug, self-assuring smile cross his face. Another generation of Haddocks, another chief to play matchmaker with. “Good job, Gobber,” He’d mutter to himself in a deep voice, and then, in his normal voice, “Oh, it was nothing, Stoick, just part of the job, but thank you,” he’d shrug in mock self-depreciation, “I do my best.”
Although Wheatley had been prepared for the chickens, their eyes as soulless as their foreboding cluck, he hadn’t been prepared for the sheep. It was only one. A fluffy, stout creature whose own plague of off-white cotton was so out of control that he couldn’t even see the eyes of the animal. That didn’t stop the core from having an intense staring contest with it.
“… Lady?” In a faint and troubled voice, the core called out toward the woman beside him. She had set him on a rock what felt like some time ago, only a few yards away from a worn wooden fence that split this field from their field. It was a mishmash of just alien creatures, overwhelming him to the point where awe became touched just so slightly with fear.
He didn’t see any of those horses yet, but there were plenty of massive splotchy animals on hooves alongside the fluffy, smaller counter-parts. The chickens she had warned him about seemed to be free-ranging along the fence, pecking and scratching busily in the turf without much concern of the woman and her strangely animated object.
“Lady, I think it’s plotting something.” The ears of the sheep, little more then puffs of white amongst white, swivelled forward ominously. His voice dropped to a stage-whisper, refusing to look away from the animal to check if Chell had even looked up from her busy scribbling. “I think it’s plotting something.”
some demon sheep I designed. They are based on finnsheep since that’s the breed I’m most familiar with. Probably different breeds will have different designs and so on.
- sheep generally have front teeth only in their jaw. It looks absolutely hilarious and they hate when you find it out. They also have cloven hooves with really cute pink pads you just want to squeeze.
- finnsheep have smol tail and proper horns are rare among them, even for the rams. Usually they have only small stumps which will fall off all the time. Some will get lucky tho.
- a flock of sheep staring at you in the dark is one of the most horrifying things you will ever see. Sheep’s pupils are split horizontally and look cool as heck (always here to debunk “bill is the goat because of the eyes” myth at your service).
getting in a fight with calum after he said some things he didn’t mean so you had demanded he slept on the couch for the night. you crawled into bed, already missing his strong arms around your waist and his face nuzzled gently into your neck but you knew you couldn’t give in to him. he was being an ass and he had to know that you weren’t going to take it. hours of ceiling-staring and sheep-counting had passed when you figured, “fuck it.” you climbed out of bed and padded down the wooden stairs of your shared home to find calum asleep on the couch, his knees curled up towards his chest and a shirt of yours being used as a pillow. without a word, you nestled up beside him, taking his head into your arms and playing with his dark hair. although you were sure he was fast asleep, you could’ve sworn you’d seen his sleepy lips turn up into a little grin, knowing you were happy with him again.
i just really miss blackberry vanilla cupcakes; june 7, 2019
I was in a Waitrose parking lot, which wasn’t where I fell asleep two hours ago, and the man parked in the car next to me was staring like I was some sort of spectacle. So my hair was a little messy and my shirt was stained with drool, but that didn’t make his unwarranted looks okay. I was so annoyed about it that I sent him a glare that left his eyes fumbling in another direction.