sigh he's so beautiful i cry

cailiborn said:

imagine alpha dave and bro trying to have phone sex and during it there’s a crash on bro’s end and he groans out in pain and daves like “what happened?” And bro’s just “I ran into the coffee table.” And Dave’s so confused like “wait why are you walking around?” And Bro’s still moving and he’s just like “I wanted a sandwich.” And it’s quiet on Dave’s end for a second and then he’s just- “you cant eat during this what the fuck” and Bro stops moving and he sounds so confused when he asks how come and Dave just sighs. Bro ends up making a sandwich and tries to continue but Dave was just like “no the mood is ruined what kind of sandwich are you eating?”

I’m crying this is so beautiful, I love that Bro is ~*confused*~ about it ;u;. Dave Strider - cockblocked by a sandwich.

One day, Sherlock hears John singing in the shower, and he discovers, that John has quite a good singing voice.
When John is finished and dressed, Sherlock goes to him and simply says, “I want you to sing, while I play the violin.”
At first John is like, “no. I can’t. I’m not good at singing, really …”
But then Sherlock makes his sad puppy face and John sighs in defeat. “All right…”
And then Sherlock plays “All Of Me” and John sings to it and it’s so beautiful, that they both have to cry.

tears were streaming down your face as you looked at yourself in the mirror. all you could see was a fat, ugly girl. fatty legs, fatty arms and a huge stomach. suddenly you heard step behind you and turned around. it was J and he looked at you, confused. “why are you crying y/n? did someone hurt you?” you shook your Head, quickly turning away from the mirror. but he wasn’t satisfied with that answer. “tell me. what is it.” J insisted and you sighed and started to talk, your voice still shaking. “it’s just… you being with all those other, beautiful and skinny girls.. I feel so worthless and fat and ugly next to them and..-” you wanted to go on, but he ended you abruptly with a rough kiss. “listen to me, very carefully.” he said, slowly and demanding. “I want you to know one thing. those whores you see me everyday with? they don’t mean anything to me. get it, doll face?” slowly his Hands travel down to your shirt, touching your hot skin with his cold fingertips. you shivered. “your body…” he began, standing so close to you that you cold feel his warm breath. “is the most desirable thing in the whole world for me.” he ripped off your shirt, his hands exploring every inch of your bare skin. you bit your lips, only looking at his hands drive you crazy. “and God bless your tits.” he growled, after he had opened your bra. “believe me baby, you are so sexy the way you are.” then he pulled you in a rough kiss, which you replied even rougher.

Prompt #135

“You’re doing it wrong!” She yelled, nudging his hip to move him aside. He turned to her, bewildered.
“What exactly am I doing wrong here?” She let out an exaggerated sigh and he rolled his eyes, staying patient with her.
“Well first of all, I’m not doing it so that makes it a whole lot worse…” She jabbered on, not once realising that he’d began checking his phone…

// I’m sorry I’ve been pretty inactive! A lot is going on… Also, today I almost made a 16 year old boy cry by showing him some photos I took of a beautiful baby girl called Willow. It was rather amusing… //

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Look at Taehyung’s new piercing glinting prettily :’) 

disgracedvessel  asked:

So many petunias. So, so many... it takes at least a dozen couriers to deliver them all.

PETUNIA: anger and resentment

“Beautiful,” Ares sighs as the bouquets pile and pile into the hall, an endless parade. Nothing is more satisfying than knowing he’s gotten on Julius’s nerves enough for Julius to go out of his way like this. 

“Move these to my chambers, please. I wish to bask.” 

The plane ride

This plane trip was never going to end. I wish we could just land already. The women and the man next to me have been chatting up a storm the entire time. There was a baby a few seats in front of me that has been crying relentlessly since we first took off. I was staring out the window again, completely bored with the newspaper I brought along. Way down below I could still see the beautiful blue ocean I’d been watching for so long now, when I heard the man next to me mention something to the women about a science experiment he had signed up for a while back. Wishing they would just shut up for five minutes, I let out an annoyed sigh. I saw them both look at me in the reflection of the window briefly before looking back at each other and continuing their conversation.

“No way,” the women said in amazement. “Was the guy really short with white hair?”

“Yeah,” the man said a little confused.“How’d you know that?”

“I signed up for that too! The guys been sending me a check for months now and I haven’t even seen or talked to him since I signed the papers.”

“Same here,” the man spoke with disbelief.

The man directly in front of me was eavesdropping on their conversations the entire flight. He turned around in his seat with a weird look on his face. “Excuse me,” he said to the man and women. “I couldn’t help but hear you talking about that science experiment. I just find it odd that I too signed a contract with the same man and have also been getting checks in the mail without doing a thing.”

Then the two women next to him chimed in admitting they too had signed a contract with the mysterious man. Up and down the isles, one after another, people started engaging in the conversation while I just sat there staring out the window growing more and more annoyed. A panic broke out among all the passengers on the plane, except me. I just felt a maddening aggravation coursing through my veins.

“Do you think this is part of the experiment?” One woman called out.

“Is anyone’s cell phone working?” A man near the front asked.

“Alright, everyone hold on for a second!” Another man yelled out. The plane fell silent. “Raise your hand if you’ve signed a contract with the white haired man.” Everyone raised their hands, including the flight attendant. Everyone except me. I just stared blankly out the window feeling insanity start to take over.“Alright hands down,” the man yelled. “Has anyone here not signed the contract?” No one raised their hands.

“Hey buddy,” the man next to me tapped me on the shoulder. “You didn’t raise your hand either time.” All eyes were on me now. “Did you or did you not sign the papers?”

“Did I sign the papers? Of course I signed the damn papers!” I screamed out of insanity and finally faced everyone. “I just can’t take this anymore. This same boring newspaper, that howling baby, these two idiots,” I pointed to the man and women next to me. “I just can’t believe no one else remembers. You’ve all been having the same conversation for almost a month!”

Everyone looked around confused. The sleeper gas started to pour out of all the vents. Here we go again.

Written by: Sage
short-horror-hits

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I figured I’d summarize some of Giles’ more relevant tweets…..

LOL he’s VERY good at not giving away anything, BUT he “liked” my tweet about crossing my fingers for an emotional, beautiful happy ending so I think that speaks volumes.

I have no doubt that Gideon can and will be good, and a hero  - his parents’ love will save him. I’m SO excited to see this play out…..

I’m already crying thinking about the last Gold family photo, sigh….

Colors Of Love//Jackson Wang

Originally posted by i-got7s

Pairing: Jackson x Reader

Genre:Fluff

Summary:Anonymous said:
Y/N has been color blind since birth and has been dating Jackson for quite some time and he wants her to be able to enjoy the colors that the world has to over. so for her/their birthday/anniversary he gets all the boys to help him out in getting her EnChroma glasses that allows her to see colors for the first time and she just bursts out crying ((lots of fluff plsss i love your blog~~~ so much))

Author’s Note: This is such a beautiful idea, I just had to do it. I hope I did the prompt justice, and I hope you enjoy the read~

xoxo Sara


“(Y/N),” Jackson hummed, “Wake up, it’s your birthday.”

You rubbed your eyes slightly, his wide smile right in front of you as his arms circled around your waist, pulling you closer into his chest. “Happy birthday Jagi,” he hummed, pressing a kiss into your hair as you sighed contently.

You had been dating Jackson for two years, each day different than the last. With Jackson, it was always an adventure, and he made you feel loved and protected constantly. He had accepted you into his life regardless of what obstacles you had to face and you appreciated it more than words could describe.

He had found out about your color blindness before your first date, when he offered to take you to the beach to watch the sunset. He had made a comment on how beautiful the sky looked as it showed different shades of blue and yellow and pink; all of which you couldn’t see.

From that moment on he promised one day that he would be able to show you the colors of the world by describing them to you as best as he could, describing them with the emotions they best paired with. He told you red was meant in anger and in love, and blue was meant for sadness, though the things correspondent with blue weren’t always sad, like the sky or the ocean.

You had admired his determination, but some days you couldn’t help but feel sad. You wished you could see the beautiful colors that he was describing you, but all you could see was a mix of grey.

“(Y/N),” He hummed, “Come on! We’re all going on a picnic!” Jackson pulled you up slowly, pressing his lisp to yours in a loving, sweet kiss before helping you get an outfit that you had chosen with him yesterday.

You told him last night you wanted a simple picnic for your birthday with everyone him and the boys in the park, one of your favorite places to be. He agreed, a wide smile on his face as he immediately went to pack for the picnic once you told him that.

You had noticed that on your way to the park, Jackson was describing the colors of the world more than he usually did. He told you while you held hands that the picnic basket was brown and the blanket you were sitting on was pink;his shirt matched your dress and the sky with light blue, and his pants were white. You had no idea as to why he was vividly describing each color to you, but appreciated it nonetheless.

“(Y/N)!” The boys all shouted upon your arrival, “Happy Birthday!”

“Thank you,” you giggled softly, hugging them all as jackson set up the large blanket for you to sit on.

“Come on everyone, let’s eat!” Jackson said, seeming as if he were in a rush. You shrugged it off, though, sitting next to him on the blanket as he handed you a paper plate with macaroni salad on it.

While you ate, you noticed all of the boys could not stop smiling; their moods so bright you could feel the happiness radiating off of them.

“Why is everyone so excited today?” you asked, wiping your face with a napkin as Yugyeom laughed.

“Because it’s your birthday! Shouldn’t we all be excited?” He asked, practically bouncing in place, making you giggle.

“I guess,” you shrugged, “But you all seem overly excited.”

“Because todays a very special day,” Jackson said, taking a tight hold of your hand, “it’s the day where I fulfill a promise I made to you.”

Standing up slowly, he pulled you up with him, the boys following suit as Jackson reached into the picnic basket. Pulling out a small box, he smiled at you.

“Ah, you didn-“

“Actually,” Jaebum smiled, “This is a gift from all of us. We know you don’t want one but we didn’t follow your rules, sorry.”

You rolled your eyes softly as Jackson handed you the box, the cute little bow on the top making your smile widen, “you all are too sweet.”

“Open it, Jagi,” Jackson said, wrapping his arm around your waist as he smiled at you. Nodding slowly, you unwrapped the box, opening it slowly to reveal what looked like sunglasses.

“Ah, a new pair of sunglasses?” You asked, giggling as you examined them, “That’s really sweet of you all!”

“They’re special sunglasses,” Jackson explained, taking them out of the box, “Let me put them on for you.”

Standing in front of you, Jackson moved stray hairs from your face before slipping the sunglasses onto your face.

Blinking a couple of times, a whirlwind of beautiful colors were now in your view. Widening your eyes, you stepped back a bit, your heart dropping as you looked up at the sky, able to see what Jackson had described to you as a beautiful light blue.

“Oh my god,” you said, covering your mouth as you felt tears form in your eyes, “The-“

“They’re EnChroma glasses,” Jackson said, a wide smile on his face, “They allow you to see colors.”

You nodded softly, letting tears slide down your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around Jackson tightly, sobbing softly into his shoulders.

“Thank you so much, thank you thank you,” you whispered, unable to speak as you stared at the boys through your glasses, their smiles wider than before as you examined all of the colors of their clothes, unable to process what they were at that moment but happy to see the colors nonetheless.

Pressing a kiss to your temple, Jackson smiled, “I told you I’d help you see them, Jagi.”

Just Be Friends
Hiroshi Kamiya
Just Be Friends

I always knew HiroC was a great seiyuu. Don’t get me wrong…He is PHENOMENAL! But, I never really thought of him as one of my favorite SINGING seiyuu…

But, then I heard this—

Boy, was I wrong…

My sister insists Ono Daisuke is singing along with him, but for the life of me, I can’t seem to hear his voice. *sigh*

The sad truth is there is no complete romaji version available of this beautiful song. So, if anyone’s willing to help me out, I’d appreciate it LOADS!!

And, whenever I picture Izaya or Levi singing this, I don’t know whether to laugh or cry…

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requested by anon


Donovan lies on the couch, half-naked and really tired. He didn’t sleep well and he just rests. 
“Any plans tonight?” Donovan asks you with closed eyes.
“No.” You say quietly.

You go to the big mirror. You stand in front of it, looking at yourself just in underwear. You sigh. Donovan looks at you with a sigh too and goes to you.

“What are you doing?” He asks you, standing behind you and looking at you too.
“Nothing.” You shrug but he can see the pain in your eyes.
“Give me your hands.” Donovan grabs your hands lightly. “Look at them. You have so beautiful hands. The most beautiful hands I’ve ever seen.” You can’t do anything, you just want to cry and die because you feel so bad. 
“And look at your beautiful, perfect hips.” He smiles at you a little and gives his hands to your hips. “You don’t even know how I love them.” He bites you to your neck. “And your legs. And what about your beautiful collarbones.” 

He turns you to him. “I. Love. Them. So. Much.” He gives you a kiss to collabones with every word. You want start to cry but you are strong enough just because Donovan is here with you.
“Can’t you see it, (Y/N)? You look like model. You are my cheerleader and you’re right there when I need you. And I’m the happiest man on Earth.” He spanks you and throw you over his shoulder, going to the bed with you. 

Can’t Believe He’s Real

Humans of New York series

Warning(s): None

Originally posted by superuunatural

“He’s one day old.  I still can’t believe that he’s real and that he came out of me.”

You wake up to the sound of your day old son crying.  Glancing over at the clock, you realize that it is one AM.  Sighing, you heave yourself out of bed and head towards your son’s room across the hall.  You rub your eyes as you walk over to your son’s crib.

When you finally are close enough to pull your son up out of the crib, you smile.  He’s still crying - and loudly at that - but he’s so beautiful, and real.

“It’s unbelievable.”  You turn to see your husband, Dean, leaning against the door frame of the bedroom.  He looks just has tired and disheveled as you’re sure that you do.  “That we made him, I mean.  Y’know, that he’s real.”

“You know, I was just thinking the same thing.  I think he’s hungry.”

“Probably.”

“He’s one day old and he already has your eating habits.”

“He’s one day old and he already sounds like you when he’s hungry.”

He’s one day old, and I still can’t believe that he’s real and that he came out of me.”

Plane Ride

This plane trip was never going to end. I wish we could just land already. The women and the man next to me have been chatting up a storm the entire time. There was a baby a few seats in front of me that has been crying relentlessly since we first took off. I was staring out the window again, completely bored with the newspaper I brought along. Way down below I could still see the beautiful blue ocean I’d been watching for so long now, when I heard the man next to me mention something to the women about a science experiment he had signed up for a while back. Wishing they would just shut up for five minutes, I let out an annoyed sigh. I saw them both look at me in the reflection of the window briefly before looking back at each other and continuing their conversation.

“No way,” the women said in amazement. “Was the guy really short with white hair?”

“Yeah,” the man said a little confused.“How’d you know that?”

“I signed up for that too! The guys been sending me a check for months now and I haven’t even seen or talked to him since I signed the papers.”

“Same here,” the man spoke with disbelief.

The man directly in front of me was eavesdropping on their conversations the entire flight. He turned around in his seat with a weird look on his face. “Excuse me,” he said to the man and women. “I couldn’t help but hear you talking about that science experiment. I just find it odd that I too signed a contract with the same man and have also been getting checks in the mail without doing a thing.”

Then the two women next to him chimed in admitting they too had signed a contract with the mysterious man. Up and down the isles, one after another, people started engaging in the conversation while I just sat there staring out the window growing more and more annoyed. A panic broke out among all the passengers on the plane, except me. I just felt a maddening aggravation coursing through my veins.

“Do you think this is part of the experiment?” One woman called out.

“Is anyone’s cell phone working?” A man near the front asked.

“Alright, everyone hold on for a second!” Another man yelled out. The plane fell silent. “Raise your hand if you’ve signed a contract with the white haired man.” Everyone raised their hands, including the flight attendant. Everyone except me. I just stared blankly out the window feeling insanity start to take over.“Alright hands down,” the man yelled. “Has anyone here not signed the contract?” No one raised their hands.

“Hey buddy,” the man next to me tapped me on the shoulder. “You didn’t raise your hand either time.” All eyes were on me now. “Did you or did you not sign the papers?”

“Did I sign the papers? Of course I signed the damn papers!” I screamed out of insanity and finally faced everyone. “I just can’t take this anymore. This same boring newspaper, that howling baby, these two idiots,” I pointed to the man and women next to me. “I just can’t believe no one else remembers. You’ve all been having the same conversation for almost a month!”

Everyone looked around confused. The sleeper gas started to pour out of all the vents. Here we go again.

Written by: Sage
short-horror-hits.tumblr.com

I’m crying, guys. I have never been this happy over 2 fictional characters *reuniting* & *making love*. HAHAHAHAHA. I’m just… THE GIFS. THAT PROMO. THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER. IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL. I’m so happy I have to walk around the house to release all my feels. I don’t even know how we’re gonna survive other big events like The Proposal, The Wedding, The Honeymoon. Everything. *sighs*

As The Poets Say....

… he is half my soul.

Waking to him is a small miracle in itself, a gift offered from the hands of the gods who shaped him for me so lovingly. The scent of him, of us, is everywhere, and as I breathe him in, I am whole. 

I would know him always. I watch him as he moves, as he breathes. My eyes do not stray from him as we touch, as we love. He sobs my name so sweetly when he gives in to me, wrapping his mouth around the syllables and letting them make a home there. Pa-tro-clus, he sighs, and I am swept into the utmost comfort. 

His body is where my hands are home, firm and smooth and familiar as my own under my palms. My fingers know his secret places, the ones that make him rise beneath me and part his beautiful mouth in a cry. His mouth is where mine fits best, as if it were crafted by the gods with mine in mind. Perhaps it was. I always thank them when we kiss. He tastes of figs and wine, and his hair smells like the sea air, crisp and fresh. 

Gold hair between my fingers, tanned skin under my palms. Those green, green eyes that always search for me, always light up when they find me. When he says my name, it is a rebirth each time. I am always better for it. Better for it, for him. He loves me, and he breathes this into my mouth and onto my skin and into the open air whenever he pleases. I die and am born again each time. 

Achilles. His name was written for me to say as he wakes in the morning, wrapped in my embrace, and I am sure of this. He was born to be praised, to be remembered, to take up his spear and fight- but above all, I know, he was born to love me. The gods like these sorts of things. Achilles was crafted in the stars to come to me, to make a home in my arms and claim my heart for his own. 

He was forged to fit me.

I have been waiting, i tell him. I have been waiting for you. I have been waiting to love him, to tell him so. To hold him in my arms and comfort him, to fit my mouth against his and breathe his air. 

He tells me he has been waiting, too.