the way he pose

Reasons to love Prince Sidon

- His gallant, dreamy, BRITISH voice

- He’s constantly maintaining a positive attitude and encouraging you.

- He’s like 10 FEET TALL (Link only comes up to Sidon’s abs)

- He’s hella buff 💪✨

- He’s a progressive leader to his people and everyone loves/is in love with him.

- The old farts are racist towards Hylians but Prince Sidon is the open-minded spearhead of change.

- He seems like a bit of a show off at first but he is a true badass.

- He got swallowed by an Octorock one time and stabbed his way out.

- He has a signature pose

- He worries about important things like lost family and being a good leader to his people but he covers it up with his charisma and a positive attitude.

- One of the COOLEST fights in the game directly involves him!!!!

- He gets bashful/proud when his Dad/King tells him he will be a great successor.

Originally posted by kaleochu

For @twenties-sweetheart, Parker/Hardison in A3. Thank you for prompting me! Someone hire me to design wacky but in-character iconoclastic T-shirts for fictional characters.

Taste The Sweet (Grayson Smut)

Summary: You’re a Youtuber, hanging around the H&M tent at Coachella. Grayson is your biggest fan.
Word Count: 2,861
Warnings: Fingering.
A/N: Thank you to the anon who sent this idea in! This is all your idea, I’m just writing it out. I didn’t want to post the request because it contains “spoilers” but this imagine is basically what the anon requested. Hope you like this one! (title from Don’t Be So Shy by Imany)

“Turn your head a little to the side…” The photographer gestured with her hand, cocking her head to the left so you smiled and complied. “Perfect. Now smile.”

The flash went off a few times as she snapped her photos, and you tried to stay still and let her do the work but you were feeling too excited. Earlier today you had arrived in Palm Springs, ready to head over to the festival and show off your outfit that you had spent three weeks planning beforehand.

You didn’t know how you had gotten so lucky. One minute you had been uploading your pictures on instagram and it had blown up, gaining over a hundred thousand followers the first few months. By the time you had reached five hundred thousand, you had started up a Youtube channel, and a year later you had gained over two million on your channel and been invited to numerous events. Coachella being one of them.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Do you think Harry is serious when he calls himself a narcissist? Bc I've seen people going around using that as proof as to how Harry is this horrible person but I e always taken it as a joke? And in a way shading people who actually think that of him. Idk how do you feel about it?


Harry isn’t a narcissist, and he doesn’t think he is one. He’s poking fun at his critics. I haven’t read any actual criticism that refers to him as a narcissist, but for him to refer to it, means Harry must have encountered it.

He’s called himself a narcissist twice recently. First at the London secret show at The Garage:

“As he returns for an encore, there are hints of that rock’n’roll swagger finally peeping through the boyband training, however. With screams reaching deafening proportions, and sweat pooling on the floor, he says, ‘I’m a narcissist so I’ll need more than that,’ before Sign of the Times kickstarts a mass singalong that tickles the hairs on the back of your neck.”


And then on the Late, Late Show, when he pretended to be James Corden introducing James dressed as Harry Styles (I couldn’t find the video clip, just this tweet):

“The Late Late Show @latelateshow

The handsome, the talented, the narcissistic…HARRY STYLES”


First, a definition of narcissism. It tends to shows up fairly early– in teenage years– and develops from there. A narcissist draws attention to themselves, does not heed criticism (therefore ignores or negates it), feels entitled, has no empathy, and focuses on their own success to the exclusion of anything else.

People who are professional entertainers– especially those who are good at it– are naturally seeking approval and popularity. Of course they’re focused on success, and of course, a member of One Direction has good reason to feel successful.

However, even early on, we saw that Harry is a person who is sensitive to criticism. He blames himself, not other people, for his shortcomings.

Harry is generous when he doesn’t need to be. In every fan interaction, Harry places emphasis on the fan, not on himself. He poses in a way that places equal attention on everyone in the photo (all of One Direction does– none of them are narcissists). In the past, Harry has gone against his bodyguards’ discretion to take photos with fans. He has fed paparazzi. In his secret shows and before SNL, he purchased food for everyone waiting. There are numerous stories of Harry’s paying tabs for other people at restaurants.

I think I’ve tagged OT4 and OT5 selfies (mostly taken by Niall) in the past that showed Harry getting further and further from the center of the photos as time went on… by 2015, he was near the periphery of the photos. Although he loved being on stage and having attention from the audience, he disliked his personal life (and the discourse on band dynamics) being the center of attention.

In every fan FaceTime video (for Make-a-Wish or other voluntary interactions), he has directed attention away from himself and toward the fans.

A narcissist would not answer that gay rights are about fundamental equality– he wouldn’t care about equality, period.

I wonder whether Harry hears gossip in his circles that label him a narcissist? It’s certainly easy to be envious of him– he’s young, handsome, talented, wealthy.

His critics simply don’t see the acts of kindness that we see, the humility, the sensitivity and the love.

A narcissist would write breakup songs that blamed the other person. A narcissist would use their personal relationships for professional aggrandizement. A narcissist would not care what happened, professionally, to the other party they wrote about– how bad it made them look, what happened to the other person’s career– in fact, would use every televised opportunity to make themselves look more victimized. Might even drum up their own support group onstage– but always put themselves front and center.

Harry conducts himself almost in the opposite way. He does not write songs of blame. He does not play the victim. He won’t blame people in interviews. He asks for communication. In his most forlorn songs, he asks to meet in the middle, feels self-deprecatingly “uncool.” When singing with his idol, he cries.

Don’t worry– we’re fans of a good guy.

So, Thursday till Monday I’m gonna have exams. But like a lazy bum I am, I’m trying to run away from responsibility by drawing another fanart.

This is heavily influenced by  @symphysins and @rainbowchibbit SENPAI. I mean, we saw how Original and Fell blush (and that was cute AF!) but how about the other Sanses? -w-

I like Error pose by the way. He looks so cool~

A whole day. A whole day that I can spend for studying but I’m doing this instead…

Welp, at least I’m having fun `3`

Okay wait but can I address something about this real quick? Like this was the very last we saw of Lars, and I couldn’t help but notice the way he is positioned. I get it’s supposed to be for Steven to be able to reach his head, but this is different than the way he is posed now. This is more like a knight bowing to his king/queen. This raises some questions for myself, such as if Lars will be somehow eternally tied to Steven the same way Lion sort of was for Rose? Will he serve in some big final battle alongside (i hope so)? I mean honestly who knows when we will ever find out what happens to this sweet cinnamon roll, but I just thought it was interesting how Lars made such a big effort to bow down to Steven instead of just bending forward like he did the first time. It can obviously be noted that Lars will have a much bigger impact on the series than he already did before, but it might be in an unexpected way of sorts. Since Lars doesn’t need to eat, will he be able to live for as long as a gem, or at least as long as Lion? He should be able to have the same or similar powers, maybe even the portal thing as well. Or maybe he will have his own special power. After all, just like Steven was the first and only of his kind, Lion is the only prior knowledge we have to go back on for Lars. Either way I’m super excited and I hope that Lars can kick more butt in the future and hopefully find a way to help Steven and the Crystal Gems. Also can we talk about those Off Colors though? so wonderful.

Uta no Prince Sama Maji LOVE LIVE 6th Stage - 05/27/2017

OMG. OMG. OMG. I have still not completely absorbed the fact that I was there - that my dream of attending Maji Love Live concert has finally come true on this fateful day. *cries a river*

This is a fan report - which is basically my feelings put into words. And warning: as in my previous seiyuu event reports (Bungo Stray Dogs, High Speed), this is looooooong. ^_^ Plus, I used the seiyuu’s nicknames for convenience.


Shinomiya Natsuki - Taniyama Kishou (Kiiyan)

Ichinose Tokiya - Miyano Mamoru (Mamo)

Aijima Cecil - Toriumi Kousuke (Tori-san)

Jinguji Ren - Suwabe Junichi (SuwaJun)

Ittoki Otoya - Terashima Takuma (Terashii)

Kurusu Syo - Shimono Hiro (Shimono)

Hijirikawa Masato - Suzumura Kenichi (SuzuKen)


Kotobuki Reiji - Morikubo Showtaro (Morikubo-san)

Kurosaki Ranmaru - Suzuki Tatsuhisa (Tatsun)

Mikaze Ai - Shouta Aoi (Shoutan)

Camus - Maeno Tomoaki (Maenu)


Hyuga Yamato - Kimura Ryohei (KimuRyo)

Otori Eiji - Uchida Yuuma (Uchida-kun)

Amakusa Shion - Yamashita Daiki (Daiki-kun)

Kiryuin Van - Takahashi Hidenori (Takahashi-san)

Otori Eiichi - Midorikawa Hikaru (Midorikawa-san)

Mikado Nagi - Yonaga Tsubasa (Wingu)

Sumeragi Kira - Ono Daisuke (OnoD)

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Lance being stronger than Keith makes sense because that boy has those legs and the way he poses randomly means his core is sturdy af, so I imagine our boy does yoga and swim (he also spots for Hunk who is the strongest sooooo)

dude like legit tho, give my boy some credit.

  • lance likes to mix it up with yoga and resistance yoga on solo training days
    • yoga was something he did with his sisters and fam, then they found resistance yoga and let me tell you that boy loves it
    • he got hunk and pidge in on it too during their time at the garrison and sometimes hunk will still join him
    • gives him all the core strength and control over his bod
    • he teaches coran and allura about it too, ends up being a group thing after a couple of days
  • and you cant not tell me that boy doesnt play soccer or swim because damn those leggies and shoulders
    • im really pulllin for soccer lance because you cant tell me that him wanting voltron to do a super kick and him launching that freaking puffer fish at hunks face in season two is just a cowinky dink. no this boy plays
    • and those shoulders? mm gotdamn they be good. he definitly has a swimmer-esque body, broad shoulders and chest scream swimmer to me. 
    • and with being a swimmer, your body is worked everywhere, lance has some muscle under those baggy clothes
  • hunk is his bro, ofc he would spot for him
  • thats not saying if hunk ever got stuck or something he’d be abe to deadlift the weights off, but he would be able to atleast get it to the point where hunk is able to get out (not saying that hunk would ever get stuck because that boy, man, good luck with that)
    • tbh, i think lance can lift about half of what hunk can, and thats damn good for his body type.
    • all his strength be in his leggies

Hamilton finale clip… and Scott spinning Tessa very neatly into the correct position for the bows, LOL.

Anton Walbrook behind the scenes of ‘The Red Shoes’, 1948.

Even can’t stop taking photos of Isak

Okay so all credits for this prompt go to the lovely @short-tops-and-bass-drops and all of my favourite angels in the discord chat <3 I hope this is okay 

  • Even loves taking photos of Isak. He loves looking at his beautiful smile, his delicate hands, the curve of his body in a million different angles. He loves the way the light reflects on his body, creating patterns on his skin just for Even to see. 
  • He can’t stop and Isak who always whines “evi stop being creepy” secretly loves it. sometimes he pretends to not notice and tries to place his hands in a way that might look nice but Even knows he is posing and teases the crap out of him while kissing every inch of his body until it is covered by Evens lips and his laughter. 
  • The photos are just for Even and Isak. They are theirs. evidence of the beauty and art their love can create. No one elses eyes will look upon the way Isak’s body glows in the light of the sun in the break of morning 
  • well this doesn’t last long… 

“I swear to god this was the best pizza in the world you have no idea!” Magnus exclaims waving his hands like it’s evidence of his words being true. 

Even scoffed “yeah right” 

Magnus gasped “you don’t think Gonzela’s has the best pizza” 

Before Even can respond Isak interjects “Even makes the best pizza.” 

“oh really?” Magnus says excitedly. Isak rolls his eyes. When will Mags not unintentionally flirt with his man? 

Even grinned, proud to share his love of food “I can show you a photo Isak took last time I made him his favourite pizza” 

Even pulled his phone out as Magnus eagerly looks over his shoulder while Even scrolls through his pictures. Even gives his phone over to Magnus who looks at the pizza with hearteyes. “damn this looks-” he stops midsentence the moment he swiped to see the next photo. 

Isak looks at him confused but not for long as Mags shouts for the whole schoolyard to hear “HOLY SHIT IS THAT ISAK NAKED?” 


“Are you fucking serious?” 

Mahdi and Jonas both shout as they stop their discussion on the walking dead to look over at the phone Magnus was laughing at. 

They both doubled over laughing right before Even snatched the phone out of Magnus’s hands with a big fucking proud grin on his face “well that’s enough boys” 

Isak could feel himself dying. in a hole. right there. in front of everyone. 

Jonas blinked a couple times in shock before announcing “I can never unsee that” 

Mahdi nodded “But I have to say it was a really nice photo. Do you take photography?” He asked Even who nodded happily. 
“I took media actually” 

“ah nice how do you feel about long exposure? i’ve been trying this new thing where-” 

Isak could not believe what was happening his bros just saw a photo of him….like that and one of them is talking to his boyfriend about photography tips while the other two were…trying to mimic Isak’s pose. 

He whacked Jonas’s out stretched hand “knock it off.” 

Jonas laughed which caused Even to look up from his intense discussion. 

“Don’t be embarrassed Isak you look fucking beautiful.” Even reassured him, causing Isak to blush.

“I agree” Magnus said, making Isak choke on his own breath

“excuse me?” 

Magnus nodded serious, “Hey Even do you think you could take some photos like that of me? I’m thinking it would be a great gift for Vilde” 

Even laughed joyously at the exact same time Isak yelled an extremely intense “NEI STOP FLIRTING WITH MY BOYFRIEND” 

anonymous asked:

Klance, galra rescue, if that's okay with you??

If Keith doesn’t cradle carry an injured Lance at least once during the series then what even is the point

Hope you enjoy!

           Lance closed his eyes, breathing slowly through his nose, concentrating on the faint sound of the footsteps, just audible through the reinforced prison door. One two, two two, three two, four two, five two, and they drew even with the door. Six two, seven two, eight two, nine two, ten two, eleven two, twelve two, thirteen two, fourteen two, fifteen two, and they reached the end of the hall. Perfectly consistent, every single time. It would be 600 seconds before another soldier passed by his door. He turned away from the door and slid his butt back towards his feet, which were the real problem. He’d figured out everything except his feet. He had a way to get the door open, he knew the routines of the guards well enough to circumvent them, and he had been on enough Galra ships at this point that he knew how to find the emergency escape pods. He just had to pray they were close enough to a planet where he could land and hide until he could get a message to the castle. His feet, however, were still posing a problem.

           The Galra had cuffed them together as soon as they’d stripped off his armor, and as soon as they’d brought him to a cell, they had locked the cuffs against the floor. Since then, Lance hadn’t moved from this spot. At least they gave him a bucket they emptied fairly regularly. He wondered morbidly if he ought to be flattered, in a way, that his interrogators came to him. Did they really think he posed such a threat that it was too dangerous to even move him from one part of the ship to another? Still, it was conundrum for Lance: they weren’t cuffs like anything he had ever seen, made of shimmering purple light and yet somehow solid. If he had to guess, it was probably some kind of druid magic mixed with technology.

           He massaged his bare feet absently while he thought. They had gotten swollen and sore from being still for so long, and had developed a habit of falling asleep all the time, waking Lance up with painful pins and needles. His best solution at the moment was to fake some sort of collapse, since he was reasonably certain he was still valuable enough to the Galra to be taken to a medical facility – but every time he thought of inviting needles and scalpels and god knew what else near him, a vision of Shiro’s metal arm flashed before him like a specter and made him set the idea aside with a shudder.

           A sudden impact against the ship threw him sideways, his elbow smacking painfully against the floor. As he pushed himself back to a sitting position, the ship shuddered again, and he thought he could make out the distant sound of blaster cannons firing. He strained his ears, hardly daring to hope—

           The door of his cell flew open with a bang, the crumpling, sparking form of a broken guard drone tumbling after it. Keith stood in the doorway, breathing hard. His sword retracted into the bayard handle, flashing back to his waist, and he rushed forward.

           “Lance!” he cried.

           “Keith!” Lance gasped, finally overcoming his surprise, only to be knocked speechless again as Keith dropped down and caught Lance in a tight hug.

           “Guys, I found him. He’s alive,” Keith said into his helmet. Right next to his head as he was, Lance could faintly hear the tinny sounds of the cheers of his teammates. “Lance, are you okay? Are you hurt?”

           “N-nothing a night of sleep in my own bed and a good face mask can’t cure,” he stuttered, bringing his arms up to return Keith’s hug. “Did everyone else make it off Uveer okay?”

           “Yeah, we’re all fine,” Keith said, and Lance could’ve sworn his voice cracked just slightly. “Even Blue’s back safe and sound in the castle, waiting for you.” He pulled out of the hug and grabbed Lance’s hand. “Can you walk? Come on, let’s get out of here.” He pulled, snagging Lance’s feet against the cuffs.

           “Keith, wait— I can’t,” he said, pointing at his feet. Keith looked down, noticing the problem for the first time, and drew his bayard. “Wait NO—” Lance shrieked as Keith brought his sword down. It bounced off the cuffs, which sent an arc of lightning up Lance’s body. He screamed and collapsed to the floor.

           “Lance?” Keith asked, dropping back to his knees, sliding his hands under Lance’s head and back and lifting him up. “Lance, are you okay?”

           “Every time you try to break them, they do that,” Lance panted, muscles still limp. “I have no idea how to get them off.” Keith frowned.

           “Guys, can anyone else make it into the ship?” he asked his helmet, and paused. “We need to find the key for Lance’s cuffs, I can’t break them,” he explained. After a moment, he cussed, glancing between Lance and the open door of the cell, where red emergency lights washed the whole ship in the color of blood. He gently lay Lance back on the floor and stood. Lance struggled back to a sitting position. “I’m going to go find a key. I will be right back, I promise,” Keith said. Lance stared up at him, feeling hope slip away, despair settling back into his limbs like lethargy. Keith must have read it in his face, because he crouched down briefly and brushed Lance’s cheek with his fingertips. “Lance,” he said, his voice low and soft and rough. “Look at me. I’m getting you out of this cell and off this ship. I promise you won’t spend another hour here. I promise.” Their eyes met, and Lance felt a tear slide down his cheek. He nodded slowly. Keith hesitated, and then pulled off his helmet and settled it over Lance’s head. “Say hello to everyone else in the meanwhile,” he told him. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Lance nodded one last time, and Keith disappeared out the door.

           “Hey guys,” he said, his voice shaky, and was greeted by a chorus of his name. He felt a smile spread slowly across his face. “Yeah, it’s good to hear your voices too,” he said. “Everyone doing alright? Hunk? You holding up out there? Hopping Voltron around on only one leg?”

           “Yeah, we look pretty silly without you,” Hunk said. His voice, so warm and familiar, seemed to fill Lance with a sense of security he hadn’t felt in weeks.

           “Just hold on, Lance, Keith will be back any minute,” Shiro said. “He’s been on a warpath to find you ever since you didn’t make the rendezvous on Uveer.”

           “Really? Keith?” Lance wondered. There was no reason to doubt Shiro’s words, and yet Lance had figured Keith would be the one advocating they leave him behind. He closed his eyes, seeing the intense sincerity in Keith’s face as he promised he would be back, and something fond stirred in his heart.

           “Yeah, he—” Pidge’s words were cut short as the helmet was ripped from Lance’s head. He froze at the feeling of a blaster pressed against his temple. The Galra soldier standing above him pulled the helmet onto his own head.

           “Stop attacking, or your friend dies,” he said. Lance’s breath came shallowly. The blaster was cold, barely an inch from his eyes. “Now,” the Galra insisted. Abruptly, the ship stopped shuddering, and the distant sound of the blaster cannons went quiet. “Abandon your lions, return to your ship, and we will send your friend to join you.” Lance was afraid to blink, afraid to move, his heart thudding painfully against his chest. He flinched at the sound of his name.

           “Lance!” Keith shouted. “I found the—” He skidded to a halt in the doorway, taking in the scene. Lance stared at him wide-eyed, willing him to escape, to turn and run, to take Voltron and go because he wasn’t worth this, he wasn’t worth losing Voltron and he certainly wasn’t worth getting another Paladin killed. The Galra said nothing, only pressed the blaster closer against Lance’s head.

           “Get away from him,” Keith growled, low and dark.

           “Put the bayard down or he dies,” the Galra said.

           “If you harm a hair on his head, I swear,” Keith said, something dark and ugly and murderous in his tone that Lance had never heard before, “I swear I will kill every last Galra on this ship with my own two hands.”

           “Put it down.” Keith didn’t break eye contact with the soldier as he slowly bent and set the sword down. Lance shivered at the look on his face. He had never seen so much rage in Keith’s eyes before. “Good,” the soldier said, and Lance noticed he was a little breathless. He’s afraid, he realized. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. “Now, uh, put your hands up and, um, walk over to the wall.” Keith didn’t move, still glaring at the soldier. Lance, heart thudding so loudly he could barely hear, made a very stupid decision.

           As fast as he could, he reached up, grabbed the blaster, and pulled it away from his head. The Galra pulled the trigger in panic. Luckily, it missed Lance’s head. Unluckily, it managed to clip the edges of his cuffs, sending the worst arc of electricity he’d felt yet screeching through his body. It knocked him backward with such force that he took the soldier with him and the blaster went skittering across the floor. He struggled to breathe, his chest tight and his heart stuttering arhythmically. Keith was already on top of them, dragging the soldier away from Lance. Lance couldn’t turn his head to see what was happening, but the sickening sound of rending flesh and the soldier’s garbled, gurgled scream made him decide he didn’t want to. Moments later, Keith was kneeling over him, his helmet back on his own head, unlocking Lance’s cuffs. Lance twitched his feet, sighing in relief.

           “I told you I’d be back,” Keith said, smiling softly. “Are you okay?” Lance managed a nod.

           “Just a little… just a little out of breath,” he said. Keith gently pulled Lance’s arm up around his neck, and tucked his arms under Lance’s knees and back.

           “Let’s go,” he said. “Healing pod first, then face mask, okay?” There was something infinitely soft in the way he said it, and Lance felt some of the tightness in his chest ease.

           “Sounds good,” he murmured.

[I am no longer accepting prompts, just completing the ones in my inbox]