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

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i have 0 excuses okay i just saw @joliemariella‘s tags on my silly drunk Pap animation and 

look at all those friends

c’mon Sans, gotta carry ‘em for SCIENCE (and friendship)

This was inspired by a headcanon that I can’t find but I think I read on @melemillion’s tumblr (Correct me if I’m wrong?) that Bakugo joins Sero for yoga sometimes. And I could so see this as something they’d do together in a BakuSero scenario.

I was in yoga class, and I really suck at the whole clearing my mind part. I generally just try to think of relaxing things instead. So when I couldn’t stop thinking stressful thoughts about the latest BNHA chapter, I ended up thinking about relaxing BNHA headcanons instead lol.

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.

Things I appreciate about the porridge rubber diss

  • The ‘fuck’ Cop Ian makes in the beginning
  • The pose Ian strikes with 'you getting mad?’
  • The way he says 'well ditto little bitch’
  • Boy Gotta Flex
  • Gotta Flex Flex Flex
  • No personality? Rolex
  • Please Take me to yo mansion an fowk meh
  • The News Ian during the whole 'you’re fucking delusional’ segment
  • Green Cunt’s fake mustache falling off while stirring some sauce
  • Ethan in the background during the Soulja boy line
  • So you don’t wanna look like a little bitch
  • But dude you’re gonna get crucified
  • PewDiePie
  • Little ho
  • Little bitch
  • Suck my 5.3 inch dick
  • Pewds being pewds in a minigolfing course
  • You’re as predictable as a house tour
  • To call you surface level would be an INSULT TO THE GROUND FLOOR
  • Bumper cars
  • Your channels bound to crush down to rubble ((OH NO))
  • Throwing the column on the ground for the upteenth time
  • Cult club dancing during 'got cash cash money’
  • Did it feel good though? :)
  • The whole diss in general god bless

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`

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.

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

The Same Costume

Request:  Hello! I was wondering if you could make a drabble for peter parker x reader where its halloween and reader and her friends dress up as “sexy” avengers and she’s dressed up as spiderman? You can do whatever relationship status with pete, whether it be crushes or girlfriend, etc…. thank you so much!

Warnings: None!!

Pairing: Female Reader x Peter Parker

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: THIS IS SO BAD PLS DONT FIGHT ME I’ve been so busy and nothing was coming to me so I tried my best :’)

This is just kinda something to break up my mini hiatus so I’m not going to add the tags to this one !! (p.s 70 days until Halloween)

“Peter, would you stop spacing out and pay attention to me for a second?” Ned’s voice snapped Peter out of his daydream and he quickly looked up to see he best friend waving at him. Ned had been going on and on about his project for Robotics Lab so eventually Peter had just tuned him out.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said. “I am paying attention. What’s up?” Ned let out a long sigh and pointed over to the group of girls standing in the lunch line. Peter noticed almost immediately that you were one of the members of the group and averted his eyes. You looked really nice today with your hair pulled back and he felt his face begin to heat up.

“I heard that there’s going to be an awesome Halloween party at Bethany’s house tonight. Y/N is friends with her so I was thinking we could ask her to score us some invites?” Ned explained. You, Ned, and Peter had American Literature together and all got along really well. You had your other friends, of course, but you also liked to hang out with the two of them whenever you could. You had a lot of things in common with them surprisingly, and Peter felt a connection with you right away. He had developed quite the crush on you, although you were oblivious to it.

“I don’t know, Ned,” he said, pushing the thoughts out of his mind. “Parties aren’t really our thing.”

“But Y/N will be there!” he exclaimed. “We haven’t seen her outside of school in so long. Besides, it’s a costume party. You know how much I love those!”

“Fine,” Peter finally gave in, “but you have to be the one to ask her.” Ned beamed and waited until you looked in their direction before flailing his arms around to get your attention. You laughed, quickly excusing yourself to go and talk to him.

“Hey guys,” you said with a grin. “What’s going on? If you’re gonna ask to copy my English homework you’re out of luck because I didn’t do it either.” Peter’s heart rate was doubling as each moment passed, and he tried his best not to stare.

“Actually, it’s about Bethany’s party!” Ned piped up. “Are you going to be there?”

“I sure am!” you replied. “My friends and I are all coordinating our costumes, it’s gonna be fun. Are you two going? It would be so great to see you there.”

“W-we don’t have an official invite,” Peter stammered. Your smile grew even wider, making his stomach flip.

“Well then, consider this it,” you laughed. “You have to go in costume though. It’s a tradition and, as weird as it seems, you’d stick out more if you weren’t wearing something dumb.” The bell rang as you finished, cutting your conversation short. You waved goodbye to them, leaving Peter staring after you in awe. He couldn’t believe that he was actually going through with this. He could vaguely hear Ned babbling endlessly about last minute costume ideas, but he was only half listening since you were occupying all of his thoughts.


Peter had no idea how he found himself standing at the front door of some random girl’s house wearing a Luke Skywalker costume later that night, but for some reason he did. He turned to Ned, who was dressed as a very unconvincing Yoda. He was a jumble of nerves, feeling extremely self conscious, meanwhile Ned was having the time of his life. It was finally an excuse for him to whip out his Star Wars merchandise and he couldn’t have been more excited. Peter reached out and hesitantly rang the doorbell, already regretting every decision he had made thus far. His breath caught in his throat when you were the one to answer the door.

“Peter! Ned! I’m so glad you guys made it!” you exclaimed happily. Peter couldn’t help but stare, his jaw dropping. You were wearing a skin tight Spider-Man body suit with thigh-high boots, showing off every single one of your assets. Your eyes gleamed from behind your small mask and Peter noticed the slight tinge of pink on your cheeks. He suddenly realized that he had been staring shamelessly and tore his eyes away, embarrassed.

“H-hi Y/N,” he said, trying to keep things casual. “Nice costume. I uh… I didn’t know you liked Spider-Man. That’s cool, he seems like a good guy.” Ned nudged him a little, and Peter quickly stopped talking.

“Oh, yeah,” you laughed. “My idea was that my friends and I should go as the Avengers, but as you can see they took it a little differently. Technically I don’t think Spider-Man counts, but I really like him so that’s who I picked. I think it turned out pretty cute, you like it?”

“Y-yeah I think it’s… nice,” Peter squeaked. He cleared his throat, cringing at his own awkwardness. You giggled and let them inside, leading them into the kitchen. You were talking with Ned about something relating to The Force Awakens, but Peter couldn’t focus. He was totally distracted by the way you walked, the way your outfit accentuated your curves, and just generally how fantastic you looked in the Spider-Man suit. His suit. Well, something similar to it at least.

“What do you think Peter?” you asked, looking at him expectantly. He froze, not having any idea what you had been talking about. His mind went blank and he started to panic a little.

“Sorry, could you excuse me for a second?” he said breathlessly, turning and rushing past you.

“I should probably go after him,” Ned said to you as you watched him leave. “Parties aren’t really his thing. We’ll be back in a little bit.” He went off in pursuit of his friend, already knowing exactly what was going on. Peter found an unoccupied room and ducked inside, running his hands through his hair. He jumped when the door opened, but relaxed when he saw it was Ned. They stood in silence for a moment, just sort of letting him cool down.

“Peter, you have to tell her you’re Spider-Man!” Ned blurted out.

“Shh!” Peter gave him a severe look and looked around nervously. “What if somebody hears you?”

“But this is the perfect time!” he whined. “You heard her, she really likes you! Besides, you haven’t taken your eyes off of her ass since we got here. You have to make a move.”

“You’re crazy,” Peter said, although he had to admit he was considering it. Ned noticed this and his face lit up.

“I’ll tell her to meet you outside down the road in 5 minutes. Now’s your chance, Parker! Don’t blow it.” He ran out of the room, leaving Peter there with really no other options. He fumbled with his costume, pulling the suit out from his backpack that he never left home without. With the suit on he felt a lot more sure of himself and carefully climbed out the window quietly. From up on the roof he could see you walking outside, shivering a little in the cold October air. You stumbled a bit, still not used to walking in your heels. Peter smiled as he watched you go. He slowly followed, careful not to make his presence known.

“Hello?” you called, a little on edge since it had already gotten pretty dark. You tugged nervously on your costume, the tight fabric starting to chafe a little. Peter took a deep breath and built up the confidence to say something.

“Uh… hi,” he said, trying to pose in a non-creepy way as if he hadn’t been following her.

“Oh, you’re here!” you exclaimed as you whirled around but stopped dead when you saw it was Spider-Man. It wasn’t even one of those cheap costumes, it was the actual Spider-Man. You recognized all of the details of the suit, details that couldn’t be replicated. Your eyes widened and you quickly pulled the mask that you wore off.

“I-I think that’s one hell of a costume,” he said. “I’m not sure if I’d wear it, but the effort was there.”

“Sorry, is this weird for you? I mean, I bet it is. I didn’t mean for it to be offensive but I also wasn’t really expecting to see Spider-Man out here, you know? I can take it off. No, actually I can’t that would make it so much worse.” you rambled nervously. Behind his mask Peter couldn’t have been smiling any wider. Seeing you so flustered and shocked was really cute and he was loving it.

“I’m not offended at all, it’s the opposite really,” he laughed. “Why are you out here all by yourself without a jacket?”

“I’m actually waiting for someone,” you told him. “He’s great. He’s in my class and we’re friends but I want to ask him if he wants to go out- Oh wait, sorry you probably don’t care about that part. Forget I said that.” Now it was Peter’s turn to be flustered. 

“No, no it’s fine! Do you… Do you like him?”

“I mean, a little,” you admitted. “Don’t tell him, okay? Not that you would, you’re Spider-Man, but still.” Peter nodded slowly, taking a step back.

“Your secret is safe with me,” he said. “I have to go, I think I hear someone calling for help…” He looked behind his shoulder, pretending to pick up on something.

“I don’t hear anything,” you said curiously.

“No, trust me. Someone’s having a bad night, I should go help. Good luck with that Peter guy, I’m sure he’s nice. Hope things work out.” With that, he shot off into the trees leaving you there alone. You flipped your mask over in your hands, trying to ignore the fact that you had never mentioned Peter’s name to him and that Spider-Man had a very similar voice.

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?

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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.”

(Source: https://www.theguardian.com/music/2017/may/14/harry-styles-review-garage-slow-start-true-star-hysterical-fans)

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”

(Source: https://mobile.twitter.com/latelateshow/status/864703581777125376)

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.

https://youtu.be/qy80VGQdQAk

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.