that just sounds awkward

Ok
Soooo
Where should I start?

With how Kaneki was completely amazed by the feel of her boobs and thus couldn’t stop touching it and apparently making a super lewd face to the point where Touka says it’s weirding her out? (Yes, it was just as hilarious and awkward as it sounds)

How Touka saw that Kaneki was feeling insecure about his scaly arms and apologized to her, so Touka wordless undressed herself as well so that he doesn’t feel awkward and also indirectly telling him that she doesn’t mind at all.
(Man, I can’t believe our hc of Kaneki touching her with his scaly hands became canon😂)

With Touka planting soft kisses all over his body to the point Kaneki isn’t sure himself if he’s ticklish 👌

Kaneki failing to undo her bra and making an adorably apologizing face. What a dork.

Kaneki caressing her face and Touka touching his hand as well.

The face Touka made when he put it in (Touka confirmed virgin btw xD)

Them whispering/groaning each other’s name❤️

Kaneki crying without him even realizing and Touka seems relieved that he let those pent up emotions out .

The symbolism of the last page is 👌👌👌(that giant ass reversed 6 tho)
The fetus position,
him resting his head on her lap,
the tears still flowing from his eyes
while she softly runs her hand over his hair with a soothing smile on her face…
amazing…

My favs are those hugs and kisses.
Beautiful.
Just Beautiful.

The Fitting (Part 13)

(Secrets are getting harder to keep and Jungkook’s jealousy and insecurity are taking a toll on him.) 

Warnings:  9500+ words.  Oral. Intercourse.  A little more realism than I think some people will be expecting.  


You didn’t want him.  At least not tonight.

 That thought rattled through Jungkook’s mind as he sat in the back of the taxi on his way home.  You had refused him because you wanted to be alone.  Because you weren’t in the mood.  Jungkook closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the seat while he tried to process what had just happened.  You had refused him before, when you were worried about being caught by others at work, but you always made arrangements to sleep with him later.  Tonight was different.  Tonight you refused him, not because you were afraid of being seen, but because you simply didn’t want him.

 It wasn’t supposed to be this way.  Jungkook had planned this first date so carefully, making sure to take you to an out of the way neighborhood so you could relax and not worry about being seen.  He picked the most expensive restaurant in that neighborhood for dinner because he wanted to show you he could appreciate the finer things, that he had money to spend on you, that he wanted to treat you like you were special.  He read dozens of movie reviews before picking that stupid, boring foreign film where everyone was rambling on with lengthy speeches about god-knows-what and all the money was spent on costumes and none on special effects.  

He hated those kinds of movies, but he knew you loved them and the most important thing was that you have a good time.  And you really did seem to be having a good time.  

 Meeting your cousin had been an unexpected hiccup at the beginning of the night – but Jungkook was actually grateful for it.  Although the interaction was uncomfortably awkward, meeting her meant that the relationship was one step closer to being public.  One person close to you now knew your secret.  Jungkook anxiously awaited the day when everyone close to the both of you knew that you were a couple.

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Soooo :D after you all requested it (about 3 ppl did - but just let me exaggerate in peace) here is part 3 of Isak and Even doing trust excercises <3 
it starts up right where part 2 ended so if you want to read those first: Part 1 / Part 2 

When they stepped back from each other Isak looked over to Magnus and Vilde. Vilde had a frown on her face that changed into a too bright smile when she caught his gaze. Magnus looked a bit deflated when he saw how close Isak and Even had been. The other two had stopped close in front of each other when both decided this was as close as was comfortable, but there was still a hand length between their bodies.

They had been pretty happy with themselves (especially when most of the other couples had stopped a meter or further away from each other) until their eyes landed on Isak and Even. Who were obviously trying to morph into each other to be closer, toes stacked, noses pressed against each other, touching from chests to knees.

Even shot Mags an encouraging smile as the woman – maybe Lille? – announced the next test.

“Everyone, take one of these scarfs,” she said as she went around and handed each couple one of the colorful fabrics.

“I want the light blue one,” Even stage whispered to Isak who rolled his eyes with pure fondness.

“You’re a child, Even.” But nevertheless he hurried over to where the women was and plucked the light blue one from her arm (this got him a rewarding cheek kiss).

“Blindfold your partner and take your place behind them,” came the instruction. Even raised his brows at Isak and grinned.

“So, nothing new there,” he said as he turned his back to Isak who snorted at his words.

Magnus gave a high pitched “What?” at that which got ignored by the other three.

The next exercise was to guide your partner just with your voice through an obstacle course that the woman – Laura? God, he knew it had been something with L – placed on the ground in front of them.

While the woman talked on about how important it was to completely trust your partner for this Isak rested his hands on Even’s hips and his chin on Even’s shoulder. Even leaned into him a bit and tugged on one of Isak’s hands. He understood the gesture and wrapped his arms around Even’s middle.

When it was time to start Isak placed a quick kiss to the shoulder his chin had been resting on and untangled his arms from around him.

“Ok, go one step forward. For the record, we are talking about normal human-sized steps.” Even laughed and took a relatively moderate step forward.

“Don’t do any of your long spider steps.” This got Isak an offended scoff.

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Byun Baekhyun//Psych - Part 2

Originally posted by xehun

Summary: After a month of being broke at college, you finally find a place to stay, but the only con is that there is nine other people you have to share a house with - one in particular who makes it his mission to irritate you at every turn - but they’re hiding something from you. Something big. (1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7)
Scenario: Werewolf!AU, college!AU, series
Word Count: 4,945 

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redacted-metallum  asked:

Tbh I sat up at night once and went "TFP Soundwave is nonverbal and autistic and nobody can tell me otherwise" and then I went to sleep completely satisfied with my brain for the moment

@shocktrooper-redstreaker @aphobic-soundwave @toothlessloveshiccup @agatharights tagging you guys since you all showed particular interest

but let’s talk about both TFP and G1 Soundwave? because pretty much all versions of Soundwave are strongly represented as autistic but those two are the strongest imo

and before anyone says “AUTISM CANT EXIST IN ROBOTS / CYBERTRONIANS / BLAH BLAH” well here’s a canonically autistic transformer!

Please note that this is mostly from my experience as an autistic person. There are MANY symptoms of autism and not every autistic person has them. Every autistic person is different!

If you want to learn more about autism (though I wouldn’t use these sources to write an autistic character – as with that, I would ask advice from actual autistic people), here  are  some  sources.

Also: remember to never use Autism Speaks as a resource/ref. for anything relating to autism! They literally want autistic people dead via eugenics lmao!


G1 (probably the most autistic imo):

  • he’s nonverbal. in G1, he’s shown to be almost exclusively nonverbal or reserved with his speech but then laugh and talk with Megatron, a person he’s comfortable with – autistic people (such as myself) can be quite talkative when around people we’re comfortable with.
  • he’s “socially awkward” - autism literally impedes people in social ability.
  • doesn’t understand most forms of verbal humor. we autistic people have a hard time detecting sarcasm from literal truth, metaphors, and other forms of humor. this is shown lots when the bots/cons make jokes and he’s entirely unresponsive or deadpan. LITERALLY HE ONLY LAUGHS TWICE IN THE ENTIRE G1 SERIES.
    Humor needs to be obvious and straight to the point for Soundwave. He laughs at more physical and obvious forms of humor such as when Starscream shoots at the “robotic plant” and his null ray beam bounces back to hit him and make him fall on his ass. Or when he’s kicking Blaster’s ass.
    Actually those two sources of evidence are the same video just at different times but yeah those are the only two times I can honestly remember that Soundwave’s laughed in canon despite the MANY jokes both the bots and cons have made around him.
  • he has motor skill difficulty. couldn’t find videos for this one so bear with me here. Soundwave in G1 has shown many times to have difficulty in motor skills. you can argue that it was just bad animation but shut up let us have this.
    If you watch G1, whenever the cons are making an escape, pay attention to how Soundwave runs in the bg. He’s clumsy and he almost trips a lot. He runs into things that he could easily jump over. HELL HE EVEN TRANSFORMS AT RANDOM SOMETIMES DURING ESCAPES LIKE WHY YOU DO THAT??
  • He’s monotone. Yeah yeah this is just a “soundwave trait” but lmao listen. Autistic people are terrible with our sense of voice inflections. We’re either too loud or too monotone and “emotionless” with our voices. Do I even have to source “evidence” for this bullshit?
  • he speaks in extremely specific ways. autistic people, when partially nonverbal (which G1 soundwave is), will speak in very specific ways. most of the time it sounds forced or awkward. usually we’re just trying to make sense of things and how to put words into coherent sentences.
    Soundwave speaks awkwardly. This is a simple fact.
    Even in utter panic he still speaks in his peculiar way.
  • he has huge empathy and emotion issues. autism effects people’s perception of emotions and empathy to the point where an autistic person can be blunt and have little to no sense of empathy or emotions (like Soundwave). it’s where one of the ableist myths that “autistic people are emotionless robots” comes from. (on the contrary, however, people with autism can also be hyper-emotional or hyper-empathetic and feel things to a huge extent - which IDW Soundwave also has going on whenever he lets his empath abilities loose).

TFP:

  • he’s nonverbal. like do we even need to debate this one. all soundwave’s are nonverbal and rarely speak.
  • he’s “socially awkward” - autism literally impedes people in social ability.
  • SPECIAL INTERESTS!!!!! TFP Soundwave is KNOWN to be a genius with anything tech related. You could easily argue that this is a special interest regarding tech things.
    (Special Interests (SI for short) are more than just having an intense interest in something. SI’s are specific to autism and mean that an autistic person is hyperfixating on something that interests them. This can lead to an autistic person knowing pretty much everything about a single subject (such as Soundwave with tech stuff) )
  • you could say that he visually stims with the lights on his visor. maybe people think he’s working but really he’s just stimmy. in case you didn’t know, stimming is a repetitive motion or behavior that autistic people (and ADHD people) do in order to relieve stress, focus, etc.
  • he has an “unusual gait” when walking which is actually one of the common traits of autism. he’s slouched and hunched all the time, only straightening out when Megatron is around (probably to show that he’s paying attention).
  • hyperfixates. not only on details to the point where he nitpicks what people say and replays recordings to them if he catches something, but also to the point where he hyperfixates on work almost obsessively. you could call this loyalty but my autistic ass calls it autism lmao.
  • He also has huge empathy and emotion issues, as explained above.

so yeah TLDR Soundwave is hugely represented to be autistic and no one can take autistic soundwave away from me

anonymous asked:

Pls do an sequel to the omo head cannon please like where they go home and dan wets himself and then maybe they go in the shower and have sex. Thx ur hc are so amazing btw

warning; gross. i am disgusted with myself. but enjoy. (ps. pls don’t give me hate for this, don’t read it if you don’t like this stuff it’s real kinky) 

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The taxi drive home was awful, horrible torture for Dan. He couldn’t even speak, all he could do was focus on squeezing his thighs together and biting his lip until he was sure it was bleeding. Phil was no help, he kept massaging Dan’s thigh and whenever the driver spoke to him he somehow managed to steer the conversation to Dan. 

Dan would answer, just to spare himself the awkwardness, but it would come out sounding strained and whenever he tried to speak Phil would press down on his abdomen, making Dan cut off or quietly gasp and once, moan. Dan would glare at him, but he’d only smirk evilly, and shrug. 

When the car finally stopped Phil helped Dan out, holding onto his arm tightly and muttering sweet nothings in his ear. “It’s okay, baby, you’re doing such a good job. We’re almost there.” And then- “God, I’m gonna fucking ruin you as soon as we get inside.” Which makes Dan whimper, and almost crumble, but Phil holds him up.

Dan got all the way to the door before he collapsed, falling to his knees with a whimper. 

“Phil…” He choked out, grabbing his shirt. “Fuck, oh god.” 

Phil couldn’t help but smile sadistically; he hadn’t known he would enjoy this so much but he was. He loved seeing Dan like this, weak, helpless and begging like he almost never was. It gave Phil a feeling of power over him, and turned him on beyond belief. 

“Hm? What’s that baby?” Phil kneeled down next to him, rubbing his back slowly. “Did you need something?” His voice was silky and deceivingly loving, but it sent shivers up Dan’s spine. 

“Phil,” Dan gasped, reaching out to grasp at his shirt, squeezing his eyes shut. “Please, Phil, I can’t I can’t, fuck.” 

“You can’t hold it any longer?” Phil asked, finishing his sentence for him, leaning forward and whispering so the words tickled Dan’s neck. 

Dan shook his head. 

“Well, angel, you can either wait to get to the bathroom, or you can go right here.” Phil drew his finger under Dan’s chin, bringing his face up. “What will it be? I can imagine it would be pretty embarrassing for you to piss yourself, right here, in front of me, and the neighbors could come out of that door any second, but if you really can’t hold it…” 

Dan whined, biting his lip and clutching Phil’s shirt in his hand tightly. 

“Phil…” Dan let out, the word sounding like a mix of a moan and a whimper, and it made Phil’s cock twitch in his pants. 

Phil couldn’t take it anymore, he slowly but firmly pushed Dan back so that he was lying on the carpet, and pressed down on his lower stomach. 

Dan let out a desperate noise, trying to pry Phil’s wrist away, but Phil was too strong and Dan too weak. He arched his back, trying desperately not to let go although that was the only thing he wanted right then. But then Phil leaned over him, biting gently on his ear lobe, pressing soft kisses down his neck. 

“It’s alright, baby,” he whispered, and now his voice didn’t seem to sadistically evil, if only for a moment. “It’s okay angel. Let go. I’m right here, it’s fine. Just let go, you don’t have to fight it. I love you so, so much, you’re doing so good.” Phil slowly rubbed circles on his stomach, not even pressing down anymore, and Dan gave up. 

“Ah-” he gasped, his eyes shut tightly, grabbing Phil’s wrist and squeezing tightly as piss soaked through his jeans and ran down his leg. 

Phil watched his face in awe, the pure pleasure of release on his features and the noises escaping him enough to make Phil’s jeans feel even more uncomfortable. 

“Fuck,” he breathed as Dan went completely limp, letting go of his wrist, his stomach no longer tensed. “I love you, god, I love you.” Dan moaned. 

“Oh Jesus, that was…” Dan trailed off when he could speak, laughing softly. “You kinky motherfucker.”

Phil laughed too. “Oh, you think I’m done with you?” 

Dan frowned just slightly, clearly exhausted, and Phil laughed again. He took Dan’s hand, placing it right over his obvious bulge and holding in a moan. “Yeah, I’m not done with you until you fix that.” 

Dan’s eyes widened, and he nodded. “Yes s-sir.” 

Phil carefully helped him up, leading him inside and to the bathroom as quick as possible. He pushed Dan inside, kissing him deeply before he did so. 

“I’ll be right back,” he muttered, “get in the shower, I’ll join you in a second.”

Dan smiled, somewhat sleepily, and nodded. “Yes sir. Thank you.” 

Dan stripped himself quickly, setting the piss stained clothes in a pile in the corner of the room. Dan turned on the warm water, stepping in and letting it sooth him and clean him off. His eyelids drifted shut a few times, but he tried to keep them open. 

The thought of what Phil would do to him once he got there kept floating into Dan’s mind, keeping him awake; plus the thoughts of what he had already done. God, his voice had been… 

Dan shivered, sliding his hand down his stomach and wrapping it around his cock, jerking gently and trying to keep back a moan. 

“What are you doing?” Phil asked from right next to him, and Dan jumped, his eyes shooting open. 

“N-Nothing, sorry,” he stuttered, letting Phil back him into the wall.

“Mhm,” Phil muttered, clearly not believing him. 

He attached his mouth to Dan’s neck, sucking hard and running his fingertips down Dan’s sides. Dan shivered. 

“I said I was going to ruin you, and I meant it,” Phil whispered, bringing Dan’s face up with two fingers under his chin and kissing him softly. 

“You kind of already did,” Dan breathed, pulling him closer instinctively by the waist, loving the feeling of their bodies pressed together. Phil chuckled.

“No, not the way I was thinking. I was thinking ruin ruin, the kind where you can’t stand properly for a week.” To emphasize his words he lifted Dan up, pressing him against the wall and kissing him messily. 

Dan moaned against his mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head as Phil grinded on him, the word ‘please’ slipping from his lips. 

“Please what, baby, use your words,” Phil muttered, biting down on Dan’s collarbone and kneading his ass in his hands. 

“Please, ruin me.” 

That was all Phil needed to have Dan flipped over, his hands on the wall and Phil’s fingers pushing inside of him, trailing kisses down the nape of his neck as he pumped in and out. 

“I’m not going to stretch you much, okay?” He asked softly, smoothing his hand over Dan’s bum. “I want it to burn a bit, but tell me to stop if you need me to.”

Dan nodded frantically, pushing back on him, and Phil laughed. 

“Be patient, angel.”

Phil had obviously known this was going to happen so he had brought lube into the bathroom; and it only took him a moment to slather his hand in it and slowly rub himself, moaning from the friction. 

“Okay baby,” he breathed, leaning over Dan’s body to kiss the side of his neck. “Ready?”

“Yes,” Dan choked out, letting his chin fall to his chest. “Fuck, just hurry up.”

Phil pushed in slowly, moaning and throwing his head back, gripping Dan’s hips tightly and thrusting. Dan let out a whine, pushing back on him, desperate for more, god, he just wanted to be fucked up. 

“Desperate whore,” Phil breathed, smacking Dan’s ass and making Dan jump, moaning as Phil snapped his hips, hitting Dan at just the right angle. 

 Phil kneaded Dan’s ass with his hand as he fucked into him, and he wished he had a camera before remembering that they were in the shower. He dug his nails in, suddenly thrusting hard, drawing a loud whine out of Dan. 

He kept trying to focus on going slowly and then suddenly hard, to tease Dan as much as possible, but his mind kept wandering to how Dan’s face had looked when he had finally let go, his little whimpers when Phil pressed down on his stomach… Phil moaned, cursing under his breath and speeding up his thrusts.

Dan was doing the same, no matter how much he tried not to. He had felt Phil’s authority and and control just oozing from his voice, and just the fact that Phil had made him piss himself in their hallway was enough to get Dan practically screaming and pushing back on Phil’s cock. 

Dan came with a loud string of moans and curses, the wall and his stomach both streaked with white. Phil groaned at his noises, tangling his fingers in Dan’s hair and tugging roughly, pounding into him hard. Dan whimpered, squirming away, but Phil pulled him back by the hair and his hip, digging his nails in until Dan held still. 

“Fuck,” Phil breathed as he let go inside of his boyfriend, his hips twitching instinctively. 

He let go of Dan who instantly fell to his knees, his legs weak and his head fuzzy. 

Phil sat down next to him, wordlessly beginning to wash him off with the water from the shower head, holding him gently while he cleaned him. 

“Beautiful,” he muttered, cupping Dan’s cheek and kissing him gently. “You’re so fucking beautiful, did such a good job. Such a good boy for me.” 

Dan smiled sleepily, letting his head fall on to Dan’s shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you too, angel.” 

There was a pause where all they could hear was the water hitting the wall, and Dan’s ragged breathing. And then-

“Fuck, I think I have a pissing kink.” 


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Phil avoided the neighbors eyes as he silently scrubbed at the carpet outside his door. He had agreed wholeheartedly to clean it; Dan was exhausted and like Phil had promised, could hardly stand on his own. It had been worth it, anyways. But the lady who lived next door was just standing there, watching him with a frown on her face. Phil found it a bit creepy, but didn’t say anything. 

Finally he finished, standing up and brushing himself off, picking up his bucket and rag and carpet cleaner. 

“We just got a dog,” he muttered to the lady, and blush tinting his face, before he rushed back inside; still avoiding her gaze. 

“Uh, Dan?” he called, dropping the supplies and rushing to his room. Dan looked up from his laptop.

“Yeah?”

“We might have to get a dog.” 

anonymous asked:

The fight in Siberia ended differently--the shield damages the suit so badly that Tony is trapped inside of it, helpless, especially since he d never told anyone where he was going, and is stuck there not knowing if he was going to freeze to death in a metal coffin of his own making. He still has nightmares about Siberia even later, well after the tteam is back together and Tony can be Iin the same room as the shield without hyperventilating. The team still has no idea what happened in (cont)

(Cont) in Siberia and Steve and Bucky never thought it still affected Tony the way it had–until Wanda loses control of her temper and takes it out on Tony, making him witness his worst fear AOU style, only this ttime it’s not his dead team mates he sees–it’s his team mates standing around him, doing nothing while Steve slams the shield into him over and over again. (Gen, Stony, Stuckony, up to you just lots of team and Tony feels)

“Admit it, Stark!”

“There’s nothing to admit,” Tony said. He was re-thinking his decision to join the team for movie night; he should’ve guessed that Wanda would accost him the second he walked into the room, but his brain had been buzzing with formulas and he hadn’t been paying attention until it was too late.

Wanda narrowed her eyes. “You did this on purpose,” she insisted shrilly. “You told them to write that - that filth! No one else would’ve done this. It had to be you.”

“I did not. I don’t control what the media writes. That’s the honest truth,” he told her. And he wasn’t lying, though he doubted Wanda would believe him. He’d warned all of them time and time again to be careful what they said outside of the Tower. ‘The walls have ears’ and all that nonsense. He couldn’t help it if Wanda hadn’t listened.

“Wanda, come on. Let’s just watch the movie,” Clint said, sounding a little awkward.

“No! Not until he admits it!”

“I didn’t tell them!” Tony said.

“You’re lying!” Wanda screeched. “You always lie and I’m tired of it!” Her hands glowed red. Tony flinched back, heart racing, but it was too late. “Let’s see how you feel when people find out one of your secrets!”

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the worst kind of cultural differences are polite kissing differences…. they make everything awkward… 

when you kiss with one cheek but they’re european so they go for the double kiss and you leave them hanging awkwardly… when they’re from somewhere that does three kisses and it’S FUCKING WEIRD WHY THREE, when they’re from somewhere in i think northern south america? where they actually put their lips on your cheek and you’re left feeling gross like why did u do that that’s wet and disgusting… when they’re from somewhere where they don’t kiss at all and you go for it and they kinda jump back and it’s awkward af….the worst…

anonymous asked:

Hi! First of all, thank you so much for running this wonderful blog. Do you have any tips, examples or suggestions for character descriptions? I have no idea what features to focus on and what to leave out and let readers decide for themselves (especially when describing someone my main character meets for the first time). Also, a lot of times I can't find words or expressions to portrait a character without the description sounding somehow awkward, or corny, or just not right in a stylistic way

Hi, and you’re so welcome! I’m always happy to help.

Don’t describe things that everyone has – for example, don’t name a hair color or an eye color – because usually the audience sees those things however they want, and their imaginings being corrected by “his blond hair glinted in the sunlight” jars your reader out of the spell your story weaves. However, if they have a unique or jarring physical attribute – a big nose, being extremely overweight, being bowlegged, having bushy eyebrows – I usually describe that. Basically, just pick a couple of points that stick out about your character’s appearance, and use those as your physical description – then, if you still feel you need to describe them more, try to use their facial expressions or body language to clue your audience in to his personality.

As an example, say this is my character (source is pinterest, but the artist is definitely @burdge).

What striking features do we see?

- He has a straight nose

- He has wide eyes

- He has shaggy hair

- As Burdge herself wrote, he has bad posture

What can we infer about his personality/character from his body language and facial expressions?

- His posture infers that he’s either humble, has low self-esteem, or is naturally very relaxed

- His facial expressions indicate that he’s shy or introverted, or that he thinks a lot

That said, I might write my description of him like this:

He had a straight nose and slouched often. His eyes didn’t meet mine often, but when they did I noticed they were wide, housed under bushy eyebrows. Shaggy hair fell across his brow in messy tumbles, and he often ducked his head down so he could hide behind it.

Admittedly not the best description I’ve ever written, but it will hold its own in this example, I hope. Notice how I used those points about his sketch to describe him in short but effective terms.

I hope this helps! If you need anything else, please feel free to ask. - @authors-haven

kahleniel  asked:

Thank you SO MUCH for your post about Levi's musculature and weight. I have no idea why, when his height, weight, and abilities are clearly stated by Isayama, the official artists draw him as if he weighs 90 pounds and a feather could knock him over. It's not good art, and it's not good for cosplayers either. God forbid someone try to starve themselves while aiming for artistic accuracy because the official art draws him badly.

I’m glad we agree! :’D I have to cut the animators some slack though because there’s more accurate official art too and I never thought he looked as awkward in the show… And in the end they’re only catering to their main audience. Skinny Levi is “cuter” and closer to the aesthetic of the majority of Japanese fans (and let’s be real here, I’m sure they’re also knowingly catering to Ereri/Eruri because the short, scrawny guy fits into the BL bottom stereotype a lot better).

Cosplayers aiming for artistic accuracy are seriously better off with sticking to Isayama’s Levi but I guess that would mean a lot of time in the gym lmao

anonymous asked:

Headcanons of S + M boys for what they're like as husbands?

Had a lot of fun writing this! Hope you like it!

Sakamaki

Ayato:

  • When he takes you shopping he likes to pick out outfits for you. The colors don’t go well together, but he thinks it looks cute regardless. Ayato seems so pleased whenever you wear what he picked for you that you can’t bring yourself to complain.
  • You sometimes hear him singing praises about himself in the shower. It’s cute, but his voice is completely off key and you just don’t have the heart to tell him.
  • At one point he wanted to start calling you by a more affectionate nickname, rather than ‘Chichinashi’ all the time. However, every other nickname felt and sounded awkward so he just stuck with it.

Laito:

  • When you are in a sour mood, he likes to play some of your favorite pieces on the piano to help cheer you up. If he’s not playing the piano, he’s cuddling with you whilst pressing kisses to your face.
  • When the two of you are having more intimate moments on the bed, he has a tendency to tightly clasp his hands against yours. It helps him feel closer to you, and reassures him that you are his.
  • Laito enjoys eating your cooking and often pesters you to make him macaroons. Recently, he has even begun to help you around the kitchen. You were shocked to find out that he was actually quite skilled, and very efficient in the kitchen.

Kanato:

  • Kanato finds joy in singing you lullabies before you go to bed. Your attention is only on him, and that’s the best thing you can give to him.
  • When the both of you are cuddling he finds it pleasurable if you envelop him in your arms. A content smile can be seen on his face as he leans into your body. Your scent also helps to calm him down.
  • Kanato is actually a very skilled tailor. Since marriage, he has made multitudes of pretty, and charming dresses for you to wear. When he sees that you actually appreciate and are fond of his work, he brims with pride. He becomes overwhelmingly happy and showers you with kisses.

Shu:

  • When he’s feeling particularly worn out, he will often cling onto you and use you as his pillow. If you’re not there to act as his pillow, he will stagger around the house looking for you. He sleeps better if your presence is nearby. His favorite spot is your lap, and the warmth you give off calms him immensely.
  • Shu enjoys stargazing with you whilst nestled against your lap. If he’s not stargazing though, he’s sleeping. It’s pleasant alongside you, and the peace and quiet makes it all the more soothing.
  • It has become sort of a nighttime ritual, but Shu loves to place long, lazy kisses all over your face before the both of you go to bed.

Reiji:

  • In his spare time, Reiji enjoys creating all sorts of teas for you to try. He’s very good at hiding it, but he gets pretty depressed if you’re not fond of the taste.
  • Knowing that you’ll leave the world before him, Reiji cherishes his time with you. Despite his stuffy exterior, you know he’s doing his best to support you and give you a good life.
  • Reiji enjoys when you sit on his lap. He will wrap his arms your waist protectively, and rest his head on your shoulder. Even though the position is awkward, he also finds it pleasant to nap like this.

Subaru:

  • Sometimes on a full moon, Subaru likes to take you with him to fly above the city. While you always find it a bit frightening, the view never fails to leave you in awe. Seeing the happy expression on your face gives Subaru warm, and satisfied feelings.
  • Subaru often wakes up earlier than you. If he’s feeling generous he tries to make you breakfast. Unfortunately, he always seems to burn the food. He gets embarrassed, and very disappointed when you end up having to make breakfast instead. It’s cute on how hard he tries, and you appreciate the effort he puts in regardless.
  • When you’re in a bad mood, he finds it awkward, and difficult to cheer you up. His attempts at cheering you up come off as aggressive, and rude. When he sees that his words just worsen your mood, he will end up just silently clinging to your side. Occasionally pressing light kisses to your cheek and mumbling words of apology.

Mukami

Ruki:

  • In his free time, Ruki enjoys teaching you how to play chess. In the beginning he’s surprisingly patient with you and offers you words of encouragement. However, when you start to get the hang of things, he stops going easy on you and becomes much more competitive. It’s a bit discouraging when you lose, but it’s nice to see Ruki so immersed in the game.
  • Ruki has developed a habit of cupping his hand around your cheek at random moments. He caresses your cheek gently whilst gazing lovingly at your face. A satisfied grin makes its way onto his lips as he leans forward to press a kiss against your forehead.
  • To unwind, he likes to read books while you’re snuggled against him. If he’s not too absorbed in the book he will sometimes rest his head on your shoulder.

Kou:

  • Kou likes to pamper you with your favorite things. He can literally spend hundreds of dollars on you in one go. It’s excessive and you often tell him to stop, but he just won’t listen.
  • Kou is a literal cuddlebug and will find ways to cuddle with you even at the most inconvenient times. He likes to bury himself in your hair, nuzzling against it. It both surprises and pleases him at how similar your scent is to his.
  • Kou loves to pepper your face with kisses. He adores how flustered you become, and it just urges him to embarrass you with his kisses even more.

Yuma:

  • He has a spot in his garden dedicated to your favorite flowers and plants. It just warms your heart when you see him planting more seeds in that area. Feelings of gratitude and happiness surge through your body whenever you look at his display of hard work, and affection.
  • Yuma enjoys enveloping you in his arms. He holds you like that for a few moments before bending down to kiss the top of your head. He uses a little too much force while doing so, but he also enjoys ruffling your hair affectionately.
  • When the two of you are out on a walk he likes to give you piggybacks if you get tired. You tell him that there’s no need to, but he forces you onto his back anyways.

Azusa:

  • Azusa likes making you little trinkets and accessories in his spare time. He takes pleasure in seeing your face light up in gratitude. You appreciate the time and effort he puts into making these, and deeply treasure whatever he gives you.
  • When you’re looking down, Azusa tends to whisper words of encouragement and love into your ear. He can’t help but smile when he sees the corners of your lips perk up, and your face going red from the embarrassment.
  • He wanted to start calling you by more endearing nicknames, but he just couldn’t find one that rolled off his tongue well. He gets a bit jealous (and a little left out) when his brothers call you by their nicknames.

lightbringersamael  asked:

Prompt alert: Lucifer getting used to flying again and ends up taking Chloe for a flight

“Wait,” Ella says. “Are you serious? He has wings? Wingy-wings?”

“Yeah.” Chloe rubs the bridge of her nose. “I know I sound a little cracked, but… I kind of figured that you were the only person I could talk to who might get it.”

“Aw, man. That is so sweet. But.” Ella is not going to be distracted. “He has, you know – ” She does an improvised Funky Chicken in the middle of the forensics lab. “Can he fly? Because I’m sorry, that would be awesome.”

Chloe eyes her narrowly. “You’re taking this surprisingly well.”

“Why not?” Ella shrugs. “I’ve always known there was something different about him. Weird. I mean, not weird – well, yes, weird, a lot weird, but more than just that. Him being an angel, I can’t say I’m all that shocked, you know? It’s not like it’s something that I think can’t happen. I believe in a book where it happens a lot. Hey, has he announced anything? Like the two of you are meant to be and having a miracle baby?”

Chloe’s look turns cold. “No.”

“Darn.” Ella sighs. “Anyway. Wow. I have so many questions. I’m not gonna ask them, because  he’ll do that thing where he spooks and runs away like a startled turtle. If turtles ran, but you know what I mean. Is he here?”

“Yeah. In the break room.” At the other woman’s look of barely restrained curiosity, Chloe sighs and decides that since the cat, or rather the angel, is out of the bag, they might as well at least allow Ella a chance to peek. Not that Lucifer is going to be strutting around the station with his wings (or any other part of him, hopefully) hanging out, but still. “Fine. Come on.”

They leave Ella’s lab and start down the corridor to the break room. Just before they enter, however, they hear a familiar voice complaining, “Lucifer, did you eat my pudding again?”

“I did not.”

“It was right there!” Trust Dan’s dessert-related tribulations to be ongoing. “Look, I might not mind letting you have it if you asked, but you can’t just grab it and – ”

“Fine, if it’s that big of a deal, I’ll just fly down to the corner store and act as your personal messenger angel, shall I? More of Gabby’s gig than mine, but if you insist – ”

“Lucifer, can you not say crazy shit for two seconds and just – how’d you fly, anyway – ”

“Oh for goodness’ sake, Daniel! WITH THESE!”

There is a rush of air, a whoosh, a sudden light that does not come from the dismal fluorescents, and papers swirl off down the hall in a miniature cyclone. Chloe stops, stares, and then rushes forward, Ella on her heels, to wrench the door open and find Dan flattened across the far wall looking as if he is about to have a heart attack. This is understandable, due to the fact that Lucifer is standing with wings unfolded, bursting from the back of his usual smart suit jacket, tips almost touching the workplace safety poster on one wall and the coffee machine on the other. At the sight of her, he folds them tidily against his shoulders and smiles brightly. “Ah! Detective!”

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Smitten Kitten (Chapter Three)

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Things were… a little awkward between Steve and Bucky the next few days.

Bucky was sure he’d never been so aware that Steve only slept a few yards away, and spent most of the night trying not to think of how easy it would be to just jump on the other bed and do something. But he didn’t think he wanted Steve like that, so maybe it was just the idea of Tony wanting both of them that suddenly drew him to his best friend?

Steve was positive he had never noticed how thick Bucky’s thighs were, but when the soldier crouched to pull a pan out of a cupboard Steve nearly spit his coffee out when a jolt of awareness went through him. Never in his life had he had a thought like that about his friend, and those thoughts certainly hadn’t been there a week ago so… so where were they coming from? It had to be because of Tony.

Damn cat.


Everything was made worse, much much worse when Tony sashayed his perfect pert little ass into the kitchen the morning of day four and pinned both of them down with a stare.

“My honeybear is telling me that I need to shift more, to keep myself balanced. He is also telling me to make sure I don’t shift alone because my animal form is needy and suffers when it’s alone. Or some…” he waved his hands around. “–other spectacular bullshit. So here’s what we are going to do.” He cleared his throat.

“I will be in my lab, shifted, in about five minutes. I would like both of you to come down and sit on the couch with me. You don’t need to talk to me, just be there and available for some physical contact. That is all. Thank you for your time.”
And he turned on his heel and swept back of the door.

“Honeybear?” Steve questioned and Bucky groaned.

“Remember Rhodes threatening us? How much do you want to bet Tony calls Rhodes eight foot tall partial shifted animal honeybear?”

“Of course he does. Of course Tony has a stupid nickname for an Alpha level shifter.” Steve stood to his feet uncertainly. “So– shall we?” He motioned towards the door and Bucky stood just as slowly.

“I guess. So this will be sharing–”

“Don’t.” Steve’s eyes snapped closed. “Do not finish that sentence. Do not. We will talk about that if the time comes.”

“Been thinking about it?” Bucky asked as they headed down the stairs.

“Damn it Bucky. Shut up.”

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Yesterday on...

Plotdale - 12th April 2017

[Running in the Village with Robert and Aaron who look unfairly adorable in their running gear *Fan Baiting Alert*]
AARON: Why don’t you just go home Robert? You’re clearly not fit enough to keep up with me. (DANNY: Plus, Ryan, I know your knee is still bothering you and I can’t watch you limp anymore, bro)
ROBERT: No Aaron, you’re my number one priority, so I must be seen doing these kinds of activities with you. If you’re going to be doing an activity that you’ve previously used as a method of self harming I have to appear willing to go with you to keep an eye on you. Plus, I need a reason to be outside right now. (RYAN: It’s getting better, honest. Nice that they keep giving me all these scenes where I have to walk and run though. But hey, at least the plot says I get to stop for now)
*Two lines of cute banter* - for the fans
ROBERT: Go on Aaron, I have a plot cramp. I’ll catch you up.
AARON: Doubt it.

[In the Village with Robert and Rebecca. Swing set clearly shown as Robert walks by…as if the audience needed a reminder]
ROBERT: Have you done the thing I’m forcing you to do yet? I have my evil reputation to keep up.
REBECCA: Later today, as you asked. I am deeply conflicted about this. Doesn’t it show?
ROBERT: What time is it exactly? I need to know so I can stalk you later and make sure you really did the thing.
REBECCA: *Shows appointment on phone* There you go. Happy stalking! Oh and just to give you another opportunity to sound like a jerk, happy now?
ROBERT: I will be when it’s done. (Thanks, I needed that. I wasn’t sure my jerkish side was properly showing in this scene yet)

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anonymous asked:

Why is the friend girlfriend thing hard in German?

because if you wanna say ‘my friend’ it’s: “mein Freund / meine Freundin”
if you wanna say 'my boyfriend/girlfriend’ it’s: “mein freund / meine Freundin”
so. the exact same phrase. we do not have a word for girl/boyfriend it’s just “friend”. unless you say “fester Freund / feste Freundin” which is basically bf/gf but literally means 'solid friend’ but idk if this is just me but that sounds really awkward in german and english so. nah.
the struggle is especially real if ur in a gay relationship cuz when a guy says 'mein Freund’ (as in “my bf”) ppl usually assume he means his platonic friend. same with girls. so. it kinda really sucks lmao

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Iron Lady” - [Jeremy Irons / Tom Hiddleston - Multi-chapter]. 

SummaryWidower Jeremy, falls for and marries his son’s friend despite tripling her age. And just a few years later, his health problems and the return of his best friend, Tom, to London, make him doubt his marriage and wonder if his wife would be better off with a younger man like his friend.

Chapter II: “Books”.

Previous chapter(s): 1.”Horses”.

Written by: A.Wölf.

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The next morning when she woke up, she stared at Jeremy who was still fast asleep.

She paid close attention to the way his chest rose with every breath, and gently caressed his eyebrows with her fingertips. Then she reached out and grabbed the book he had been reading the previous night from the bed stand and studied the cover. She knew it like the back of her hand, and it sent her back in time to the very beginning.


Jeremy would always keep his studio door ajar just to stare intently at her.

She and his son, Max, were in the living room working on yet another college project. As much as Jeremy tried to focus on the papers in his hands, every time she spoke or moved, he’d instinctively glance up through his glasses and even find himself smiling when he heard her giggling.

She leaned over the coffee table to write something down and when she looked up, she met Jeremy’s eyes. He was sitting behind his desk, surrounded by envelopes and with a cup of coffee in his right hand which had probably gone cold already. She showed a warm smile as she tucked her hair behind her ear and turned her attention back to Max who started reading a paragraph out loud.

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anonymous asked:

"Cas is in love with humanity" - but what it really means is "Cas is in love with Dean." --- One could say I am "in love with queer" but what it really means is "I am in love with my girlfriend." --- It just sounds like Cas's awkward family trying to find the most awkward way to explain that Cas is now part of the 'humanity+ community' without actually acknowledging his human boyfriend or his own 'human-ness.'

I’ll be honest I stumbled a bit with this ask. But I think I get it. the homophobic family trying to create a disconnect between the actual person, and the idea as a whole. Its like when people describe their queer family member as having a “lifestyle choice” rather than actually accepting them as a queer person who was born queer. 

This fits in with something I was discussing with @godshipsit not too long ago. We talked about how the way the angels treat Cas and his “love for humanity/Dean” is a giant metaphor for homophobia and the struggle that LGBTQ+ people have with coming out to their own homophobic families. 

Check out this post for a nice summary of this metaphor with some very obvious examples. 

This has been in place since the beginning of Cas’s story arc though, with his “considering disobedience” and referring to Anna for advice (Anna the angel who choose to fall, rejected her family for “human things” such as sex), being his decision to come out of the closet and break away from the controlling family he belonged to.

Other moments such as this great line: “You’re the famous spanner in the works. Honestly, I think you came off the line with a crack in your chassis. You have never done what you were told. Not completely.” can easily be seen as a homophobic person talking about how they always thought their queer family member was ‘different’. It has only become more prominent since Cas and the angels truly parted ways in season 10, with the angels forcing Cas to choose between them and Dean each time, threatening violence against him when he chose Dean, and going so far as to try to “cure” him. 

We have often mused about how exactly the other angels see Cas and Dean’s relationship. With it being pretty clear in the subtext that they feel there is a sexual relationship there (11x02 demonstrated this quite clearly as did 12x10). So progressing on from this thought to seeing the metaphor of a homophobic family trying to “cure” the queer relative is suddenly really obvious and it makes Cas’s entire relationship with his angelic siblings all the more sinister… especially now that he has gone back to heaven to face them in 12x15.

It is even clearer when you look at how the other angels treat Dean in the later seasons. They are always threatening him or using him as a means to manipulate Cas. It is never Sam that they threaten to kill, because the angels don’t see Sam as the same kind of threat as they see Dean. In their eyes, Dean is the human whose “touch corrupts” and who is responsibly for Castiel going down this path to disgrace. Naomi, Metatron, Ishim, they all went after Dean in order to “cure” Cas in their own way. Thinking that by getting Dean out of the picture, Cas would go back to the way he was before he “fell”. 

Basically, you barely have to scratch the surface to find this metaphor, but once you see it, its impossible to un-see. Cas is the queer man, trying to find happiness with his lover, but who is constantly threatened by his homophobic and powerful family, who will seemingly stop at nothing to get him back in the closet… going so far as to torture him, brainwash him (conversion therapy much?), kill his lover and even try genital mutilation. 

Its pretty fucking grim. But its right there in the subtext. 

Matchmaker - Tim Drake x Reader

Prompt: could you write something where reader likes tim, and tim likes her back, but they are both super clueless to the crush but its super obvious to everyone else? Cue Dick trying to play matchmaker

“So …” Dick trailed off sitting between you and Tim on the couch. He wrapped his arms around both of your shoulders and brought you two closer to each other. “You two kids behaving? We wouldn’t want any scandals starting now would we?” Dick asked elbowing Tim in the side. Tim narrowed his eyes at his meddling brother. He knew exactly what his angle was and he didn’t appreciate it.

“No scandal here.” You reassured with an awkward laugh. “Just pizza and a movie.”

“Sounds like a date to me.” Dick said with knowing lift to his eyebrow.

“We do this every Saturday night.” Tim argued, not necessarily disagreeing with him. Tim wanted to believe that one day nights like this would mean more to you than ‘just pizza and a movie’. But for now he was just happy to spend time with you in whatever capacity he could. What he didn’t need was Dick waltzing in and potentially ruining his friendship with you.

“Oh so it’s date night! How cute! So domestic!” Dick cooed, ruffling the couple’s hair. You blushed a deep scarlet when your eyes met.

“Go away.” Tim ground out between his teeth.

“Fine, fine. I can take a hint.” Dick laughed raising his arms in defeat. He got up from the couch and walked towards the door, intent on leaving the couple to enjoy their night. Dick stopped at the door frame and turned around to address them one last time.

“Be sure to use protection, lovebirds.” Dick winked. “I’m not ready to be an uncle just yet.”

Get. Out.” Tim growled throwing one of the decorative pillows at Dick’s head. He dodged the pillow and finally made his exit, his light laughter echoing from down the hall.