talking at dinner table

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Hitman!Luke - SMUT!! HOLY HELL YES THIS INCLUDES SMUT

Words: 6.2k

“Don’t think for a second that I’m done with you. You make me so fucking mad.”

Originally posted by inspiringsmile21

One | Two | Three

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Birthday Wish || Jeon Jungkook

Genre: Smut, Fluff 

Words: 2,555

 A/N: ayo! I’m such a hoe. Fun fact about me, jungkook is like a dirty little secret to me. I will tell everyone that he’s not my type but dear god, whatta man. 😍 fun fact #2, I’m still a big hoe. If you want something, go ahead and request it! 

P.s.- thank you guys so much for loving my Jimin smut xD also, thank you to @flakandforay for putting it on the weekly recommendation post! ^-^ *blushes profusely*  

 - admin courtneycat 

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Originally posted by jeonify

 "Happy birthday day dear Y/N,“ Hoseok’s arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you closer to the cake, "Happy birthday to you! Wooo!” The cake was pink, with white frosted lettering- hopefully chocolate inside. You peaked a glance at Jin and gave him a mental ‘thank you’ because you knew he was the one who made the cake. He winked back at you. 

 "Y/N! Make a wish! You have to make a wish!“ Taehyung yelled from across the table. His boxy smile was contagious and you couldn’t help but smile back at the boy. Closing your eyes you thought about all the things you could wish for. Money, love, success, etc. Hmm. The possibilities are endless, really. You opened your eyes back up and had made eye contact with the boy seated across from you. 

 Jeon Jungkook. 

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Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 3

Title: Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 3

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Synopsis: The Grimes household receives an unexpected guest during dinner.

Warnings: NSFW as always! But not sure if smutty enough for y’all to enjoy :|

PART 1 | PART 2

Note: This is getting out of haaand lol I couldn’t stop writing these two, thanks to @babyblues915‘s awesome request and everyone’s awesome feedback! Not sure though if I’d continue with this, if you guys have any ideas for another part, hit up my ask!

“What happened to you?”

You gasped and spun on your heels at the sound of Carl’s voice. You clutched your chest and leaned against the kitchen counter, a glass of water in one hand. “Jesus, you frightened me!” you scolded.

Carl was carrying Judith in his arms, his eyes scanning you from head to toe with a frown. You looked away and proceeded to drink, hoping that Carl wouldn’t get suspicious as to why you looked well and utterly fucked. You didn’t have time to fix your hair, it was tangled all over and your lips were swollen from Negan’s rough kisses. Your whole body still tingled from the aftershock of a mind-numbing orgasm and it was hard to cover up the way your skin was flushed pink.

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the get down appreciation week
day two: favorite female character

[caption: three gifs of yolanda from the get down. her talking at the dinner table. her performing “i’ll keep my light in my window”. her figuring out jackie’s door is open.]

# renewthegetdown

It was after dinner.
You were talking to me across the table
about something or other,
a greyhound you had seen that day
or a song you liked,

and I was looking past you
over your bare shoulder
at the three oranges lying
on the kitchen counter
next to the small electric bean grinder,
which was also orange,
and the orange and white cruets for vinegar and oil.

All of which converged
into a random still life,
so fastened together by the hasp of color,
and so fixed behind the animated
foreground of your
talking and smiling,
gesturing and pouring wine,
and the camber of your shoulders

that I could feel it being painted within me,
brushed on the wall of my skull,
while the tone of your voice
lifted and fell in its flight,
and the three oranges
remained fixed on the counter
the way stars are said
to be fixed in the universe.

Then all the moments of the past
began to line up behind that moment
and all the moments to come
assembled in front of it in a long row,
giving me reason to believe
that this was a moment I had rescued
from the millions that rush out of sight
into a darkness behind the eyes.

Even after I have forgotten what year it is,
my middle name,
and the meaning of money,
I will still carry in my pocket
the small coin of that moment,
minted in the kingdom
that we pace through every day.
—  Billy Collins, “This Much I Do Remember”

people who literally dump everything bad on twenty one pilots make me sick, it’s like they get off on making people feel bad about loving a band that isn’t problematic

you wanna tell me exactly how Tyler and Josh are racist? homophobic? transphobic? ableist? please tell me, and include sources (i.e. the words straight from their mouth, not some stupid fan theory).

also, how do you have so much insight on their personal lives? you talk to them often? next time u sit around their dinner table try to get my vessel cd signed. thanks

anonymous asked:

Can we talk about Tony feeling really unwanted? With the "rebuilt" Avengers after CW? They show him he's not wanted and disliked. They throw in mean quips all the time. And they have to act like a team again, so they are sitting at the dinner table and they are all talking and laughing and Tony wants to cry with how unwanted and hated he feels. His stomach turning, he has a lump in his throat, his eyes keep watering. He doesn't remember a time when he felt this unwanted and out of place.

Thank you for breaking my heart and stomping on the shards, anon. (And I’m not saying that sarcastically because I really love this headcanon but also ouch! My poor, poor baby!!)

Because it’s just so easy to imagine, you know? To think that Tony–who’s known from the beginning that he wasn’t wanted, that he’s been on the outside of a group he desperately wanted to belong to, that he’s been the add-on everyone tolerates because there’s just no better alternative–struggles with the reunion of the old team.

What the media called ‘Civil War’ was in mostly an argument between a small, super-powered group of people–but it was a vicious one. It was personal, right from the start, always more about them and their own issues than the fate of the world. And maybe that’s why they can’t just- go back from that. They’ve crossed lines with each other–against each other–that can’t be taken back, no matter how much they like to pretend otherwise.

And some of them don’t even bother pretending all that hard.

There are Clint’s consistent jokes, no longer designed to be anything but cutting and tearing as deep as possible. There are Steve’s constant critiques and questions that wear on Tony in a way they didn’t used to. There are Wanda’s hateful glares that–have not changed much at all. There are Sam’s dark expressions whenever Rhodey’s name is mentioned. The list goes on.

To be fair, it’s not just them who’ve changed. It’s Tony too. Tony who can’t hear anything but insults in every word Clint says. Tony who can barely stand being in the same room with Steve, never mind looking at him. Tony doesn’t dare turning his back on any of them, jumps when someone enters without him noticing, then pretends to brush off the mocking his reaction ears him. It’s not as easy as it used to be though (and it was never easy to begin with).

 He can’t sleep, jerks awake from nightmares with a painfully racing heart whenever he manages to get a few hours of sleep. Pretends he doesn’t notice the mocking his make-up gathers. Stays out of the compound whenever possible, takes long business trips and attends every meeting possible. Doesn’t join team dinners unless Steve bullies him into it–and yes, it’s bullying, there’s nothing nice about it, he thinks in one of his rare, spiteful moments. Spite costs energy though, and that’s something Tony finds himself increasingly lacking.

Out in the field they’re a disaster. Well, not all of them. Steve and Barnes are an amazing team, and Clint and Natasha know each other to well not to be. Sam does a good job and Wanda is getting better and better at working in a team. Tony on the other hand… Well. He still can’t seem to bring himself to turn his back on any of them. Has a panic attack more than once and would’ve undoubtedly died or worse, gotten someone else killed, if FRIDAY didn’t have basic emergency access to the suit. Ducks away from Steve’s shield instead of catching it like he’s supposed to. Knocks away Barnes’ gun once. Pulverises a couple of Clint’s arrows that fly into his direction (he doesn’t check whether they would’ve hit him. He doesn’t want to know).

The team–if you can still call it that with Rhodey, Bruce and Vision all no longer a part of it–is slowly beginning to pick up the pieces and learn how to become the new Avengers they’ve been pretending to be for a while now. Except–Tony can’t. He can’t do that. He can’t get back into what he (never really) had, can’t build something new with the too familiar pieces. Can only watch the team, his team, become stronger, better, without him.

The Avengers don’t need him anymore. They show it, prove it, say it everyday, if not always in quite these words. Maybe they never did, Tony thinks, and refuses to cry for an end he’s always known would come eventually.

Princess - Chapter 1

2: https://taesbabu.tumblr.com/post/159563855120/princess-chapter-2

Group/Member: BTS // Yoongi

Genre: ? vampire!au

Word count: 1150

Summary: You are in the royal family, one night you walk around the big castle looking for your book. That’s when you meet him. Yoongi.


Originally posted by minyoongiaesthetic

You were the princess, living the perfect life with your oh so perfect family. It made you laugh every time you heard people outside of the castle talk about how perfect the royal family was, because you knew that your family was far from perfect. Your parents never liked you, they said you were too much of a rebel, that you weren’t ladylike and too childish. Your brother was a nice man, but the moment he turned 26 he totally changed. He became more like dad and he would tell you to grow up too, and that if you didn’t you would never get married. But you never cared about that, because you knew you wouldn’t get a word in who you were going to marry anyways.

 You sat around the dinner table as your mother was talking about some of your cousins getting married, while your father was telling your brother about the deal he had made with the vampires. Yeah you heard right, vampires. It’s official now, they’re real.

 You walked down the hall looking for your favorite book, which usually was hidden under your pillow, as you knew your mother hated that book. For some reason she didn’t like anything about you. You walked up one of the towers, thinking that she might have hidden it in one of the guest rooms at the top of the castle. You ran up all the stairs, trying desperately to catch your breath when you reached the top. You looked at the wooden door in front of you and pushed it open. The room was dark, only the moon lightning up the big room. There was a king sized bed under the window, a big bookshelf and a wooden piano. You looked around and walked over to the bookshelf when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. “Excuse me”, you heard a soft voice behind you. You slowly turned around looking at the porcelain pale man with dark hair in front of you. “W-who are you?” You asked grabbing a book nearby, just in case. “Yoongi”, he answered shortly sitting down on the bed. “May I ask what you’re doing up here at midnight?” He waited for an answer, his dark eyes looking you up and down. Your hands tightened around the book you were holding. “I’m looking for my book, now why are you here… Yoongi?” You asked him. He smirked. “Oh, I thought you knew? Guess you will have to find that out yourself, beautiful” He stood up walking over to you slowly. You held your breath. What is he doing? When he was only a few inches away from you he grabbed the book you were holding replacing it with another one.  “I believe this is the one you’re looking for” he smiled down at you. His white teeth shining in the dark as he looked at door, you could only for a millisecond see some fangs as his smiled disappeared. “That’s an unusual book for a princess to read”, he said, looking at your flustered face again. He turned around grabbing a book himself and laid down on the bed. You still shocked of what just happened, just stood there at the exact same place just staring at the handsome man. “You better go to bed, princess. You’re quite the rebel I’ve heard, don’t want someone to find out you’re up here”, He told you his eyes focused on the book he started reading. You looked at him one last time and ran downstairs and into your bedroom. You jumped into your bed staring at the ceiling. “What just happened?” You asked yourself, taking a big breath out.

 You woke up the next morning still in the same clothes as yesterday, you must’ve fallen asleep as soon as you laid down. You sat up looking to your side, picking up the book beside you. You looked at the cover thinking about what happened last night. After some minutes of being lost in your own thoughts you went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. The breakfast table was quiet as always, your dad leaving first for a meeting, your brother leaving second to meet his future wife and your mother leaving after that to do some talking with the new maids in the house. You sat alone at the big table, realizing how alone you actually were. You’ve never had a friend, well you had the maids, but you couldn’t exactly say you were friends. Some of them were just nicer than others, you liked to think that was because they liked you too, but most of the time it was only in hopes of getting some more money. You let your thoughts drift as they landed on the man from yesterday… Yoongi, a vampire, a handsome vampire you thought as you felt your cheeks burn. Ok, no stop it, you told yourself as you got up to leave.

 It was starting to darken outside and you decided to go for a walk around the castle. You threw on a big black coat as you ran out the door. The garden at the back of the castle was huge, so you decided to walk there for a bit. It was chilly outside as the stars were now shining beside the full moon. The sky was dark blue and you sat down on the white bench under the old tree. You took out your little journal that was hidden in your pocket and started writing. “So I guess I’m the handsome man, huh?” You heard a familiar voice behind you. You jumped closing the journal as fast as you could. “You scared me!” You shouted holding the journal to your chest. “I’m sorry, princess”, the man chuckled and sat down beside you. “What do you want? Yoongi?” You said rolling your eyes. Your heart was beating fast by the fact that he was sitting so close, but you took your eyes away from him trying to calm yourself. “Wow, I’m impressed” He smirked down at you. “Usually people are scared of a vampire being so close”, He turned around looking out at the beautiful garden. “I’m not scared of anything”, you simply answered with a huff. “I like you princess, you’re interesting. I don’t usually like people” Yoongi told you, as he stood up. “Why am I so interesting?” You asked, looking at his face again. He looked at moon before he said, “You’re different”, and then he walked away. You looked at his figure becoming smaller and smaller as he walked towards the castle. Your eyes fell on your lap as you opened your journal finding a piece of paper on the side you were just writing on. When did that come there? You asked yourself. You opened the piece of paper and started reading “Looking forward to see you more often, princess” What?


Note: I’m sorry for being inactive with the fanfics, but more will be coming this week. Also sorry that not much happened in this chapter, but more will happen later on, I hope you liked it and sorry if my writing/english isn’t that good, I’m trying :)

Jughead & Reader: Summer Nights

Summary: Veronica invites you and a few other friends over for a pool party. Not really interested in going but hoping to see your crush, Jughead, at the party, you decide to go. 

Length: 2,309

Listen to: Stay Young, Go Dancing - Death Cab for Cutie


This is where she lives?” You asked in amazement as you looked at the apartment building that seemed like it should belong in a much fancier town than Riverdale.

“Wait ’til you see the pool,” Archie said as he turned off the car and got out. You followed him, continuing to stare at the building in shock. You knew Veronica came from money, but damn, this place was incredible.

You and Archie made your way to the back of the apartment complex, following the sound of loud, pop music. He opened the gate for you and you stepped onto the patio where Veronica, Betty, Kevin and his boyfriend Joaquin, Ethel, and other friends were sitting around. They all greeted the two of you when you walked over.

Betty handed you a cup of lemonade and you sat down next to her at the table.

“So is this everyone she invited?” You asked, looking around. You wanted to make sure he wasn’t just hiding.

Betty smirked. “Jughead isn’t here yet,” she told you.

You guffawed. “What? Why would you say that?”

“Cause everybody knows you like him,” Kevin said. “Even Joaquin knows.” He gestured to his boyfriend.

“Yeah, I know.” Joaquin confirmed. “And I’ve only see you two together once.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile. “I do not like him.”

“Then stop smiling,” Kevin said.

You gave him an “I’ll kill you” look then drank some of your lemonade to avoid speaking about Jughead again. Thankfully, Veronica walked over and made a suggestion.

“Let’s have a chicken fight in the pool!” She said excitedly.

You desperately wanted to get away from all the accusations about you liking Jughead so you said you’d volunteer. Archie and Veronica were on a team so all you needed was a pair of shoulders to sit on. Kevin and Joaquin were making out and Betty and Ethel were talking so you figured one of Veronica’s friends you didn’t know would be your partner but then…

“Jughead!” Archie called right as you got into the pool.

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Archie x Reader: "Nice to meet you."

Warnings: none
Requested: yes

*your POV*

It was a rainy Saturday night in Riverdale, and as most people’s plans were ruined by the rain, mine were not. Tonight was my date with Archie Andrews, my new boyfriend. We had been dating about a month and a half and every Saturday night he would take me to Pop’s and we’d talk about the week. It was our thing I guess you could say. Friday nights were football and parties and Saturdays were just me and Archie in a booth sipping on a milkshake.

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Strickler Tries his Best Pt. 1

Stab Dad, Dr. Mom, and Glow Son are all part of one dysfunctional family full of hunters, invaders, and medical practitioners.

In the end, it’s Strickler, lost in a world of halfling, impure, thrown out, stepped on, pushed away, hatred, betrayal, completely and totally longing of a place to call mine, who holds them together best he can. This is his family. He invaded it. And he’s going to take care of it, damn it all.

The Changeling Rules usually call for the monster to “take care of” the family they’ve been assigned.

But… he’d assigned them to himself, in a way. And doesn’t his care count as “taking care of”?


There will be days where he’ll make dinner before Jim gets home because he knows the boy had a test that day and was studying all night.

There will be days where he’ll pack lunches.

Despite his Changeling roots, he’s a Brit by nature, and his tea is by far the best brewed in the house. So a cup left on Jim’s desk while the boy has his nose up against the pages of his newest algebra assignment isn’t left without a mumbled thank you and a quick sweep against his shoulders with a larger hand. A brief, “best of luck, Young Atlas” on the way out, before he’s shutting the door.

There will be days where Jim will forget something he needs in his room, and by then Strickler knows their (their) house well enough to go in and find what the boy has left on his desk or in a drawer.

One notable occasion where a concert had been planned two months in advance. Claire and Toby raving about it. Jim talking nonstop at the dinner table. His mother had promised he could take the car, clearing up her schedule and going over the rules. Their strange dysfunctional family had been at peace for a whole week without a thrown knife or a spare punch. But the night of the concert-

“I’m sorry, hon,” Barbara will say, adjusting her scrubs. “I just… there was an emergency and they need extra hands-” To her credit, she did look horribly guilty. Strickler watched over the counter in the kitchen sipping his tea. He’d lived thousands of years. He knew how the teenage boy was meant to act-

“It’s fine, mom!”

… not like that.

“Don’t worry about it.” Jim handed her a lunch sack, smiling through the obvious disappointment dwindling around his face. And god, if he’d been changed right then, Strickler would have smelled his distress. All emotions had their stenches, and this one was always more of an oaky one. Like hops and ale and something from a pine forest. And a sour note that had always abused his poor senses. “I’ll… I’ll do something here. They have other rides. I already checked-”

“You can go with them-”

“Not enough room,” he cut her off. She fiddled with her keys. “They need you, mom. I’ll just… do something here! There’s that new superhero movie on-”

“You will not” Strickler said into his cup, “be watching that. My documentary starts in ten minutes.”

Jim gave him a look. Strickler shot him a fresher one.

“Maybe I can get someone to cover.” Barbara is fiddling with her keys again. Trying to work out her schedule in her head. But Jim just shook his head.

“Have a good shift, mom.”

“What would I do without you, kiddo.”

The pair says their goodbyes. Jim shuts the door. “So… documentary? Or am I gonna fight you for world domination or something…”

But there is another pair of keys pressed into Jim’s hand before he can turn around. And by the time he does, Strickler is already poised on their couch, turning on the history channel. “The parking break is sticky,” says the teacher, leaning back, barely looking at his (not) son. “Have it back by midnight.”

Strickler tries.

And honestly… he does a really fucking good job.

Jim will need to do more, at the end, to prove that he does appreciate what Strickler does for him and his mother. And I’m already crying about the fact that @bifacialler and I have actively discussed the moment he calls Mr. Strickler dad and it kills me every time.

anonymous asked:

I have strong platonic Kallura needs (but I guess I could make do with romantic too)... would you have any headcannons or something to share? Thanks in advance, love your blog! ❤

  • Keith and Allura (along with Shiro) always talk politics at the dinner table and it makes Hunk mad. “Guys, remember the three F’s: food, fun, and fellowship.”
  • Keith forgets how to walk when he’s drunk. Allura gets touchy-feely and cuddles on the floor with him, insisting that he is her favorite paladin, even though she just told Pidge the same thing. And Lance. And Hunk.
  • “Keith, what are these little contraptions around your house?” “They’re mouse traps.” “…” “They kill mice.” “…..” “…I’ll get rid of them.” “Thank you.”
  • Keith takes Allura to sporting events so she can get rowdy and excited and heckle both teams.
  • He lets her sleep on his bed when she comes to visit (he sleeps on the couch).
  • They both cease to function when it’s too hot outside.
  • He let her paint his toenails once but don’t tell Lance dON’T TELL LANCE FOR THE LOVE OF TEXAS DON’T TELL LANCE SHE WAS BORED OK HE WAS DOING HER A FAVOR
  • She teaches him Altean because “no offense, Allura, but f*ck the castle’s learning program.”

Those can be platonic or romantic! :D

Andi Mack & Asian American Diaspora

Includes spoilers for episode 8.

I’m gonna talk about the dinner table scene during ‘Terms of Embarrassment’ that hit me in my diasporic Asian American feels so hard that I couldn’t even see it coming. Celia’s reaction to seeing food using her mother’s old recipes on the table… the silence and inability for her to put the emotions around loss into words. Food is such an essential part of Asian American experience and identity and they managed to get that in the scene. Lauren Tom’s acting in this scene had so much nuance and depth, I was speechless. This show gets at such deep level of an Asian American experience and it’s so subtle too that I’m sure I can only see it through my own Asian American lens.

I’d never thought I’d see food that seemed so obscure to my family normalized onscreen on a Disney Channel show and not just a joke about exotic food. If you told me that when I was a kid I probably wouldn’t have believed it was possible. (Also, did they confirm that Celia speaks Cantonese? Because yes 🙌🏼)

I know they casted the show colorblind and Andi is supposed to relate to “any kid” coming from the interviews out there with the kid cast. But there’s no doubt in my mind that this is an Asian American story and I’m so glad kids get to see this on screen.

☙ Husband Tae

the only music that makes my heart flutter with so much power is your presence alone | word count: 2272 | fluff | oneshot  ♫ ♪

a/n: had this random thought when I was going through my dresses; might make more of these in the future cause Tae is such husband material

You were minding your business talking to Jimin who was seated on the chair to your right. The music has been too loud for your liking, as a result going back to your seat with Jimin following close behind you. Taehyung was somewhere in the middle of the dance floor, probably having a great time it was after all his best friend’s wedding and he always talked about making it the best day of his life. You, on the other hand, weren’t in the party mood by now because your feet were killing you from all the dancing and you wanted to drink some water, and take a break for a bit. You were thankful that Jimin decided to go with you, leaving his wife and daughter in the crowd probably having a blast.

“Could you pass me some water?” You asked Jimin when he sat down next to you, not wasting a second in fulfilling your wish for some refreshment.

“Here you go.” He poured you a generous amount in your wine glass carefully watching you as you sipped on it. He already went through the whole pregnancy thing and knew how it feels when a pregnant woman is exhausted from a little movement. It wasn’t even surprising because you were already seven months pregnant with Taehyung’s baby and sometimes you would accuse him of doing this too, more on the days when you had your mood swings.

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Everything I LOVED about Beauty & the Beast

1. LEFOU!!! His quick, funny lines. His character development. His EVERYTHING.

2. The Gaston number

3. “Is that fair?” “I don’t care.”

4. “But she’s so well read… And you’re so… Athletically inclined…”

5. When Maurice sits at the dinner table and Chip moves/talks so Maurice just RUNS for it

6. “Your library makes our small corner of the world feel big”

7. The fact that Maurice is an artist and Belle is an inventor- so badass!

8. The song Evermore and the fact that it made me cry like a big baby

9. Beast’s disgusted reaction to hearing that Belle’s favorite story is Romeo & Juliet, and because he wants her to find a new favorite book he gives her a library- so savage!

10. Lumiere wasn’t a player and was 100% devoted to Plumette 

11. All of the new backstories- especially the one that connects Belle’s and Beast’s pasts. Most of these backstories fixed plot-holes from the original! I especially loved that all the servants had a true reason to sick w/ Beast during the curse, it hit me like a mofo train

12. The perfect casting. Especially Gaston and Lefou. I was nervous to see Emma as Belle but I think she did great overall.

13. “Deep breaths…. Think about the widows!”

14. “Me and Gaston just haven’t been seeing eye to eye lately” “You’re too good for him, anyway!”

15. The love between the wardrobe and the harpsichord

16. Mrs. Potts freaking slayed it as always

17. “There’s a beast running wild, there’s no question. But I fear the wrong monsters released”

18. Maurice’s characteristics- he wasn’t as eccentric/odd/out there as he was in the original, and people in the village actually seemed to care about him

19. The beautiful, glittering lights during the ballroom scene where Belle and Beast dance

20. Gaston was portrayed as being more cruel/sinister then the original which I thought fit his character well

I know there’s a bunch more but I can’t even think of them rn there was so much I liked!!!

LITTLE PICKY THINGS I MISSED IN THIS VERSION (but don’t worry, I still loved the movie overall)

1. “Marie! The baguettes! Hurry up!”

2. “And every last inch of mes covered in hair!”

3. “If it’s not baroque, don’t fix it!” Plus that whole scene where Belle gets a tour of the castle

4. When Lefou disguises himself as a snowman and Gaston falls into a pond 

How I Met Your Mother- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by temipanarin

Ok so here you go! I enjoyed writing this one! Hope you guys like how it turned out! Enjoy!

Warning: mention of one night stand

Anon Request: hey there!! i have an andre burakovsky request on how him and the reader meet for the first time. totally open to however you would want it to be done. thanks in advance (:

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              “Hey mom” your daughter asked, sitting at the table.

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