their heads are totally touching each other


Requested by @captaindanindlovu​. I hope you like it!

Summary: Jared Padalecki x reader. Gen gives Jared and the reader permission to do what they’d like.

Warning: Smut, dry humping

Word Count: 2500

A/N: I’m still new to this RPF thing, so I hope y’all enjoy this! XOXO

Sex scenes aren’t the most comfortable scenes to shoot.

Sex scenes are even more uncomfortable when you’re shooting in front of the guy’s wife, who just happens to be visiting and has been given permission to be on the closed set.

Sex scenes are even more uncomfortable when you’re trying to get over the attraction you’ve developed to said married guy.

And sex scenes are incredibly uncomfortable when the married guy who you’re simulating sex with gets an erection. In front of the visiting wife.

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About that neck touch...

So after spending way more of my life than is probably healthy looking at and analyzing every single shot from this episode that could possibly be construed at Destiel-related, even a TINY BIT, I realized that there is one shot people seem to not discuss very much…

Now. I know what you’re saying–”but we’ve TALKED about the hand-holding!” And yes, my friends, hands touching are always worth discussing (and discussing…and discussing…), but what I want to talk about is Dean’s OTHER hand…

Now…I am a theater child. I grew up doing shows. And I know that actors tend to be touchy-feely people, even when they are just friends. It’s what they do. My friends and I had no problem treating one another like armchairs half of the time, sitting in one another’s laps, leaning our heads on each others’ shoulders. So whenever people start pointing at some of these touches as evidence of Destiel, one part of me gets very excited, while the other part says “now hang on, you and your friends totally did this same stuff and it didn’t mean anything other than that you were friends.”


In this shot, Dean doesn’t JUST touch Cas’s hand, or even his back. From what I can see of this shot, he puts his hand on the lower part of Cas’s neck. Now even I, my touchy-feely-theater-person-self, would never have touched the back of a friend’s neck. That is just getting a little bit too intimate for friendship. That is not what friends do, even the most lovey ones.

That is what my boyfriend does.

Note, too, how Dean’s hand lingers on Cas’s neck (or upper back, as he does seem to slide it down slightly after the initial contact). He maintains contact until Cas breaks it to turn around, a gesture of comfort both for Cas and himself, of reminding himself that Cas is here and is really okay.

Folks, this is not the touch of someone who is just a friend, nor is it an unintentional gesture made by actors who are just doing what touchy people do. This is the gesture shared by two characters who are much, much closer than just friends. And it, even more than the hand-clasping, set my heart to fluttering :).

Endgame part 1 - Jughead x Reader

A/N: I had this idea from listening to so many songs and just mashing them together, so this series is like an All Time Low, Drunk and Happier mash up, hope y’all enjoy!

Warnings: Drinking, Angst, Fights

Word count: 1631

You and Jughead had been best friends since the moment you first started Riverdale. You just clicked, no one in your little group of friends could believe how close you both were, seeing as Jughead seemed to hate everything, but whenever you were around his smirk turned into a smile and his heart would go a million beats a second.

You knew you loved him, Ronnie knew too, after all you two lived together and you couldn’t really live with her without her knowing, you had held it in for too long and decided you wanted at least one person you knew to know your feelings for the infamous Jughead Jones.

Ronnie ended up telling Betty and they both shipped you guys, hard. They would always find ways to either leave you two alone together or have you two be close to each other when everyone hung out in a group.

You were sure Ronnie had heard you sneak Jughead through the window one night, but that was completely platonic, he needed somewhere quiet to write his novel, Archie house (Where Jughead lived) had Archie and Val composing songs in the ‘Soundproof’ garage, Pops was full of the other jocks celebrating getting into some finals thing, but Jughead knew your room would be quiet.

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anonymous asked:

A prompt? Shy Trini having feelings for Kim and Zack being the wingman

Thanks for the prompt!

Zack says he’s crazy - and he is - but Trini also says she’s crazy, but he can see that she isn’t. Trini is serious, more guarded than most of them, so he sees the way she tends to hide behind the mask of taking risks - of living on the edge - because if he’s being serious, he’s been there too. He likes Trini, likes how kind and strong she is at the same time, but he sees the shyness that lies underneath, and he guesses that’s why he’s seen her look at Kimberly with wounded puppy eyes. He may be crazy, but he wasn’t blind.

It’s why he takes it upon himself to help her. He thinks it’s a bad idea, something would surely come bite him in the ass later, but Trini was his friend, and he was determined to help her. He squares his shoulders as he makes his way over to where the yellow ranger sat on the steps.

“I think you need my help.” Zack says, his face catching his usual cockiness as he watches her open her eyes to look at him. He’s met with confusion and something a kin to indifference. It makes him clear his throats and stand just a little taller.

“With what?” Trini asks, her brows furrowing further.

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Asking For Help

Request: “hi! i loved ur supernatural fic, i wanted to request one where ur a hunter and you’ve been working on a case for ages & ur about to finish but the Winchesters swoop in & start working it. You run into them at the scene of whatever it is & they don’t take you seriously until you pull a gun on one of them & pin the other to the floor. the monster pops up you were so focused on the boys & it takes you by surprise and they save you. After, you let them crash at yours & cheeky sam smut pls? thanks xx”

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2238

Warnings: smut

“And was your mother acting strange at all recently, before she left?” You asked the timid child softly. For 3 months you had been tracking the damn Changeling, but you had only figured out recently that this one in particular was fond of taking the form of mothers, rather than children.

“She…” the little boy buried his teary face into his grandmother’s sleeve, clutching to her as he croaked out his response hesitantly. “She hit me.”

The grandmother gasped, patting a comforting hand on his head as she shook hers. You were about to further the investigation when there was a ringing at the door.

“Who could that be?” The grandmother mumbled to herself, uneasily pulling the boy gently from her side to get up and greet whoever came to visit. You turned back to the shaking figure, reaching out a hand to hold his.

“Don’t worry Thomas, the woman who hit you wasn’t your mother. Your mother loves you too much to ever hurt you.” You whispered.

“Did Mummy get abducted by aliens?” His big blue eyes questioned.

“Kinda-“ You hushed as the grandmother came back in, accompanied by two tall men. You frowned, your guard already being put up as the two looked a little sketchy.

“Uh hi, think you might’ve been misplaced here, we’re taking the case.” The shorter one of the two relayed, flashing his badge. You narrowed your eyes, suspicious as to why the actual FBI would take an interest in a missing person’s case like this one.

“May I ask what your names are?” You inquired, placing an open palm in front of them. They both passed you their badges for inspection.

“Holt and Langdon.” The taller one chimed. You still viewed them suspiciously. You turned back to the boy who was now shaking, clutching the fabric of his pants tightly in his small hands. You walked over to him, crouching down to be at his eye level.

“I’ll be right back.” You cooed, giving his arm a comforting squeeze. He nodded, and you stood, walking past the agents while signalling for them to follow you outside. Once the door had closed behind you, you turned to them.

“I want the truth. You can’t be FBI.” You spoke sternly. “Hunters?” You asked.

The two shared a look, then slowly began nodding.

“I’m Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean.”

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BUt guys just do not think of Sam dropping hints all week about how: Oh yeah Dean you should totally take Cas to see a movie on Sunday, he’d like that. And don’t think about how Dean would scoff and roll his eyes but secretly check the movie times until Saturday morning after breakfast he manages to awkwardly ask Cas if he’d maybe like to possibly go see a movie tomorrow but it’s dumb you really don’t have to like only if you want really.

And Cas is super touched, and super excited, and he smiles real big and says of course, I’d be delighted to, Dean. And they both spend the day lowkey avoiding each other because ohmygod we’re going on a date tomorrow I need to prepare, so they spend Saturday and most of Sunday freaking out about what to wear and how to act until it’s finally time to leave and they’re not wearing anything different but suddenly that boring white t-shirt is gorgeous and holy shit has Cas always smelled this good?

And the movie is great, and they spend a lot of time just leaning against each other and kind of casually touching in the popcorn bag, and they have this moment where they might almost kiss in the Impala before driving home but the moment’s lost so they just head for the Bunker.

Except that when they get in, neither really want the night to end, so they putter around in the kitchen with coffee and watch a little bit of dumb TV and do some covert cuddling before time works against them and forces them to their respective beds. And Dean almost invites Cas to his, but the angel seems totally cool with sleeping in his own, and it’s scary and nerve-wracking to ask so he just leaves it.

But then he realizes he’s kind of walking Cas to his room. Which is, admittedly, right beside Dean’s but. Yeah. 

And Cas says I had a really nice time tonight. 

And Dean replies yeah me too.

And then they just kind of nod awkwardly to each other before going to sleep.

Which is bullshit, because really, Dean didn’t even say goodnight, or wish Cas a happy valentine’s day, and he maybe kind of really wanted to kiss him, so he opens the door–

…Only to find Castiel looking back at him, blue eyes wide and nervous and hand poised to knock.

So Dean says hi.

And Cas says hi and then I forgot something.



And then Cas kisses him. 

James Imagine 5

Request: Do you think you can do a James Potter x reader? With then like just laying in bed on a Sunday morning and he starts singing “Sunday candy” and then she joins in? Like can it just be fluff? Please? Thank you! Xx

I was having SO MUCH trouble writing this!  thank you sm to @justasadlittleblogger, i really don’t know what i’d do without you, vix. She wrote a detailed outline for this and i built off of it, so go give her a follow!! she’s starting an imagines account!! 

James sighed and looked over at you looking through his bookshelf in his Quidditch jersey. You had stayed the night after Gryffindor had beat Slytherin, and had ended up just wearing his jersey to bed. James shuffled around a bit, hoping to get you to turn around at the noise so he could have all of your attention (as usual). When you didn’t notice him moving around, he decided to find another way to gain your attention. He remembered the muggle song you’d showed him before, Sunday Candy, and jumped up to grab the record you’d left last week. He slipped it out of its case and put in on the record player. The song began to play and you turned to him holding a book and rolled your eyes smiling. Then, in a horribly off-tune voice James began to sing along, “she can say in her voice in her way that she love me.”

You quirked an eyebrow.

“With her eyes,” James continued pointing at his eyes.

You giggled at your boyfriend and he walked closer to you, still singing, "with her smile,” he grabbed one of your hands and rubbed his nose on yours, laughing.

 "With her her belt, with her money” James stepped away and rubbed his fingers like he was asking for money.

You marked the page in your book and but it down.

“I am the thesis of her prayers, he nieces and her nephews,” James continued, “are just peices of the layers.”

You laughed and he grabbed both of your hands.

“Only ones she loves as much as me are jesus christ and taylor, I got a feature,” James sang, outlining his jawline, “So im singing for my grandma you singing too  but your grandma aint my grandma.”

You laughed at his horrible singing, "mines is hand made, pan fried, sun dried, south side and beat the devil by a land slide praying with her hands tied,” James put his hands up like he was praying.

“President of my fan club sayin’ t’ her something told me i should bring my butt to church.”

Then your sweet angelic voice filled the room, “you gotta move it slowly,” you said, grabbing him by his shirt collar, leaving him almost speechless, "take and eat my body like its holy.”

James leaned in closer to you, his lips almost touching yours, mesmerized, and you both whisper to the song, "I’ve been wating for you for the whole week.”

James was about to let his lips touch yours when you pushed him away last minute and sang out loud again, dancing around, "I’ve been praying for you you’re my sunday candy." 

James laughed, shaking his head, somewhat surprised at your effect on him and watched you singing and dancing, "You goota move it slowly take and eat my body like its holy ive been waiting for you for the whole week.”

You got closer to him and he joined in with you, both of smiling like total idiots and about half a centimeter away from each other, “I’ve been praying for you, you’re my Sunday Candy…” Your lips were about to touch James’s when you heard clapping and break a part.

 "You guys sounded amazing!” Sirius applauded.

“Sirius they were having a moment,” Remus whisper-shouted at Sirius.

“Ohhhhh,” Sirius winked, “Let’s just.. go then,” he finished with a knowing smirk

You and James’s foreheads rested on one another and you picked up right where you left off, "I’ve been praying for you.”

James smiled and you laughed, “you’re my sunday,” you were as close as possible to him as you can get without kissing, "candy.“ 

You let out a breath and melted into each other.

"GET SOME PRONGS,” a muffled voice (presumably Sirius’s) shouted.

"Guess you’re my Sunday candy?” James questioned, smiling and ignoring his friend.

“Guess I am.” 

okay this actually came out kinda super cute!! thank u sm again @justasadlittleblogger u saved my life!!! go give her a follow!!! requests are open!! ships are closed!! I’m making my way through them i swear there are just so many!!! 

MONSTA X Wonho ‘Something to Believe In’ Pt 4

A/N: I put my heart and soul in this guys, I hope I didn’t disappoint. THANK YOU to everyone who’s read and enjoyed this story.

PART 1    PART 2    PART 3

That night seemed to last forever. In your experience the bad ones usually did. Feeling carved out and hollow you knew you couldn’t handle any more, couldn’t talk to Wonho again. It was immature but you wanted to hide. You avoided going home, unwilling to stare at the four walls and worried he’d sneak out to find you there. Turning your cell phone off you stuck it in your pocket. And walked. For hours you walked the streets. Your legs began to ache but you couldn’t stop.

Had Wonho been lying? It had never felt like it, but you were so infatuated with him would you have seen it if he was? The thought took you back to the first few weeks of your relationship. Why was he with you anyway? It’s not like you didn’t have anything to offer, but he was surrounded by other ‘perfect’ people all the time. Why not be with one of them?

Unless it was true about the camera time. It wasn’t like you did the editing but if he was in frame most of the time there was little the editor could do about that. Maybe…and this idea was almost worse. What if it was just about convenience? You were together all the time for work. It’d be easy to have you at the ready while he was too busy to get with someone else. Just a body to keep him warm. Could you really think that of him?

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inspired by me ranting at my gf @isakneven about isak x even sharing clothes and loving it. its long oops.

  • just imagine one cold day, even decides that its a good day to not layer up and he just, shrugs off the idea of layering bc “i’m not cold isak.” and isak doesn’t wanna force him but he layers up himself and even is just out with like a sweater and a beanie.
  • and then later even starts shivering and turns to isak but he doesn’t wanna admit that be should of worn more and isak just shakes his head and pulls off his outer layer (which is one of those puffy big jackets- probably a windbreaker) and places it on even’s shoulders.
  • even just smiles sweetly at isak in thanks and angles his head for a kiss and isak lets him.
  • lets just think about even stealing isak’s hats okay.
  • imagine once isak is more comfortable in public, even becomes such a little shit. 
  • (they totally become one of those couples who tease each other about everything and anyone who looks at them has to smile bc they’re just so lovesick and flirty)
  • he’ll be walking next to isak down the street, their hands touching as they walk, shoulders bumping. they’re talking about something, bantering like they always do, and even will steal isak’s hat and place it on his own head.
  • he knows he looks silly but it makes isak laugh and it makes his cheeks turn just a little red and even loves making isak smile 24/7.
  • and even will put on a fake serious face and be all like, “what? don’t i look good? you don’t think so???”
  • and isak initiates!!! hand holding!! he tangles his hand in even’s and pulls him closer as he looks at him, his eyes sparkling as he reaches up to adjust the hat on even’s head. 
  • he says “you’re wearing it all wrong.” (bc ofc even is wearing it exactly like you’re actually supposed to isak, smh)
  • and even’s just being all goofy like “really??? I think i look great. but not as great as you.”
  • isak just rolls his eyes but his heart is racing, he feels like its about to jump out his chest.
  • (he never gets used to even complimenting him and calling him hot and admiring him but he loves it so much and even loves it and he can see the affect it has on isak so he makes it his mission to always show his appreciation.)
  • but back to this - even wont give isak his hat back for a while that day and isak doesn’t ask for it back. he not so secretly loves it when even wears something of his.
  • now. concept: isak and even wearing each others clothes at school.
  • isak ends up wearing even’s beanie, shirt and jacket and vice versa.
  • (and this is totally bc even has slept over so many times he’s ended up having to keep some (a lot) clothes at isak’s place.
  • so the enter the school and they meet up with the boys and one of them, literally could be any of the boys, (they’re all such evak stans ok) points it out and says, “hey even, isn’t that isak’s shirt?? I swear i was with him when he bought that.”
  • and isak just rolls his eyes bc “way to point out the obvious.”
  • and even just smiles and nods in agreement.
  • and then the boys start ribbing them all like “aw u guys, so cute wow so domestic when’s the wedding??” (if you thought they haven’t waited for a time till isak had a significant other so that they could do this - you’re wrong)
  • isak is getting a lil embarrassed bc he isn’t used to this and playfully elbows mahdi, “oh shut up! - like you’ve never shared your clothes with your gf!”
  • and mahdi just laughs and raises his hands, surrendering, “true true man, you got me there.”
  • jonas is just there like the supportive silent friend he is, but he’s secretly laughing at isak’s reaction but he’s glad his friend has someone like even to make him happy.
  • and magnus? he’s gonna say something like, “so do you guys also share underwear too or what?”
  • even just bursts out laughing with the rest of the guys bc he’s so used to magnus’ questions by now, and isak’s face oh boy he just wants this conversation to end asap.
  • but these are his friends and he knows its ok and he decides to strike back (just like he did at the pre-drink at his place)
  • so he says, “yeah sure, why not.”
  • and the boys’ jaws drop and magnus is like omfg but highkey proud bc his boy is getting some, jonas is fucking laughing into his hand as he tries to muffle it, and mahdi is full on cackling, bro slapping isak on the back with, “oh man, good for you! dw magnus is only jealous no girl wants to share his underwear with him!”
  • magnus only wanted an answer to his very valid question.
“The Wedding Day...Mare.”

In honor of those impending nuptials, I wrote a brief fix-it fic, which I will be featuring in my ridiculously ridiculous crack fic, “It’s Always Sunny in Storybrooke.” It will serve as the intro to the latest chapter, as Emma’s daymare, when she is dozing off at work because of a long and complicated situation from the night before.

You need not be following IASIS to read this, all you need to know is it is a canon divergence if everything went chill after Neverland, and as of now: Emma and Neal are totally in love; Hook is the village idiot and he and Emma hate each other openly, as friends do; and in no way would he ever threaten nor WANT to threaten Swanfire’s happiness. 


She touched the lace that crawled up her neck, held by the antique pearl button. A heavy veil hung from her head, descending from the knot of blonde hair piled under a rather dull tiara. The sleeves–tight around her arms, completely screwing with her ability to, well, move–were of a similar lace: also ugly, also heavy, also outdated. She stared at herself in the mirror, utterly humiliated.

It was her wedding day…At what point she’d decided to have a wedding, she didn’t know, but for some reason that wasn’t the pressing concern. Right now, she was worried about…Emma frowned, tilting her head. What was she worried about?

“Emma.” Her mother’s gentle voice interrupted her thoughts, and she turned her head to see Snow standing in the doorway: a frozen smile on her lips, cold eyes that seemed to be internally screaming about something–she could almost hear it, and she fancied if she listened hard enough, she could, but Snow was speaking real words now. And very confusing ones, at that.

“It’s time,” she said, an ominous tone in her voice. “Everyone’s waiting. Your father is ready to give you away to be married to the man you love.”

“Thanks, I–I know how a wedding works,” Emma said, still bewildered by the idea of her own wedding. Shouldn’t she have known about this beforehand? At least gotten a calendar notfication from her phone?

“Come.” Snow held out her hand, the eerie smile still on her face. “Let’s go.”

“…Okay.ˆ Emma resisted the urge to turn on her heel and run (there was only one doorway and no windows, anyway–as if things weren’t creepy enough), and took her mother’s hand. “So, um–?”


Emma didn’t apreciated being shhed at a time like this, but she barely had time to utter the “you” of “You did not just shh me!” before the doors were flung open and everyone in the church swiveled around to stare at her.

The wedding march creaked out of the old, wheezing harpsichord under Marco’s fingers, sending chills down Emma’s spine. It sounded more like a herald of death…her doom fast approaching.

Something was definitely wrong. Everyone was acting peculiarly, their eyes dead and their smiles vacant: more like living photographs than people. Even she felt fake–like a mannequin, modeling as a Grace-Kelly-dollar-store-knock-off. This was wrong, this was all so wrong.

“Are you ready?” David said in a low voice, glassy-eyed as the rest.

“No, I’m really just confused,” she muttered back, even as David hooked his elbow around hers. “I don’t even remember getting engaged, and now I’m getting married? Where’s Neal? I need to talk to Neal–”

“Neal?” David frowned. “Emma, Neal’s been dead for years.”

Which was obviously incorrect, but she couldn’t help gasping, tears rushing to her eyes in a sudden flood. “D-dead? Then who am I marrying?”

David nodded toward the front, where the dark-haired man (who, she only just realized, did not have curly hair) was turning around with an eerie slowness. She half-expected his head to spin around and a demonic voice, but it was unecessary because it was only a second before a pair of blue eyes fixed on her and terror struck her heart. A disembodied muddled British accent seemed to echo from all sides, surrounding her.

“Hello, love.”

She screamed.

anonymous asked:

What are the 104th members' preferences in an S/O?

So, halfway through, I realized that you may have wanted something else. What I’ve written here is what they look for in an S/O. If that’s what you wanted, sweet! If not, please don’t hesitate to ask again! 

Eren: A friend and an equalizer. Eren looks for someone that he gets along with, who has a personality similar enough to his that they get along but also different enough so they don’t butt heads too much, although he does like someone who he can have solid debates with. But Eren also needs someone to balance his passionate personality, someone who will tell him he’s acting stupid and keep him in line if his actions are getting too reckless. He looks for someone who makes him feel calm and safe. 

Mikasa: Someone who brings her out of her shell. Mikasa looks for someone she feels totally comfortable around, who makes her feel safe and seen and special just with their presence. She’s a naturally reserved person, and needs a friendly extrovert to give her a push to break out and be herself. She’s also drawn to people with a good sense of humor as well as passion for what they love, (the passion can be for anything, really, she just loves when the person has something they devote themselves to.)

Armin: A fellow dreamer. Armin likes to look ahead or up at the sky, considering himself an optimistic realist, and he’d look for someone with a similar mindset. He doesn’t do well with pessimistic people, as they tend to make him feel sad about the world and himself. So he looks for people who try to see the best in the world, who do all they can to reach their dreams, and who consider books their best friend. He’s also drawn to honesty, kindness, and intelligence (in any form.) 

Jean: A second half. For as much as he tries to hide it, Jean’s a very insecure guy. He flirts with almost everyone he finds attractive because he’s scared if he doesn’t keep trying, he’ll never find anyone. He needs someone who makes him feel whole, who makes him feel valid and confident and complete. He needs someone with a strong sense of humor and a high sarcasm tolerance. And he is a sucker for pretty eyes, (any color, any shape, any eyes will do.) 

Marco: A complement. Marco is naturally drawn to people who he feels he can open up to, or to those who open up quickly to him. He tends to be pretty good at reading people, and can tell if they’re the kind of person he’d want to pursue a relationship with. He needs an S/O who will balance him, round out his flaws while he rounds out theirs. He needs someone who will teach him to say no sometimes. Marco’s also heavily drawn to genuine honesty and kindness, someone with a lot of integrity, and someone who is optimistic and sees the joy in life. 

Annie: An equalizer. Annie needs someone who will both push her out of her shell and let her do her own thing depending on what she needs, and she often doesn’t actually know what she needs. She looks for someone similar to herself, reserved, intelligent, with a good sense of humor and a good head on their shoulders. But she also needs that touch of difference, that amiable personality, that adventurous spirit, that will balance her isolationist tendencies. She needs someone she can entrust her heart to completely, who makes her feel unafraid and truly happy. 

Reiner: A best friend. Reiner looks for someone to not only be a lover, but also someone he generally enjoys spending time with. Their personalities could be totally opposite, as long as they make each other happy and can spend hours talking about everything and nothing at the same time. Reiner really likes someone he can talk to, someone he’s not afraid to open up to and someone who isn’t afraid to open up to him. He’s also drawn to humor, compassion, and intelligence (in all forms,) as well as having a weak spot for smiling. He will latch on to someone just because they have a nice smile, and he will do everything in his power to see that smile. 

Bertholdt: A soulmate. Bertholdt needs someone whose personality completes his. While they share a lot of characteristics, they round out each other’s strengths and weaknesses. He needs someone who will bring him out of his shell, make him feel safe and valid and happy in their relationship. Bertholdt isn’t very confident on his own and often lets his inner voices convince him he’s not worthy of love. He needs an S/O who will stand up to those voices until they disappear. He also really likes people who like hugs and give good hugs. 

Sasha: A kindred spirit. Sasha looks for someone who is outgoing and adventurous, unafraid to be unapologetically themselves. Even if it takes some uncovering to get to their true self, she likes to be with someone who isn’t afraid to be themself with her at the very least. She’s drawn to charismatic, passionate people with a good sense of humor. But she values kindness and loyalty above all in an S/O. 

Connie: A partner in crime. Connie looks for someone who’s willing to join him in his quest to make an adventure out of life. He wants to be with someone who makes him laugh, who makes him smile, who generally lights up his life. He wants to be with someone who makes him feel important, like he has a role and a goal in life, and that role and goal is to make this person happy forever. Connie grew up with parents whose marriage defines perfect love for him, and he just wants to find someone who he can love like that. He’s also drawn to a good sense of humor. 

Ymir: A confidant. Ymir needs someone that makes her feel safe and important. She has a lot of trust issues, and looks for someone similar to herself in an effort to find someone whose unlikely to turn her away should she open up to them. She looks for someone who’s generally a kind, trustworthy person, with a good sense of humor. Ymir also looks for people who like to talk, as she often enjoys listening more than talking. The caveat there is if they talk too much, they don’t make the cut. They have to have a balance between talking and listening that will balance the dynamic between them. 

Historia: A knight in shining armor. Not trying to play into the princess stereotype, but Historia really does look for someone to save her in S/Os. The voices in her head are vicious, and she needs someone to remind her how wonderful she is and just how loved she is. She looks for someone who makes her smile without trying, who thinks about her as much as she thinks about them, who takes the time to listen to her and see her and just be with her. Historia is drawn to people who are genuinely kind and caring. And she’s a bit of a sucker for all thing romantic, so the cheesier, the better. 

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HI SHEITH HC delivery HERE. keith wears shiro's shirts and shiro loves it to bits. subtle intimate sheith, like, kisses to the inner wrist, comforting pats and touches....!! lowkey pet names and inside jokes. best synchronization. tells the same stories when at parties bc they live attached at the hip-- i could just go on and on lets be r e al


To others, they dont seem like the cuddley fluffy couple (I mean cmon, Keith?? And fluff????) but they TOTALLY are and they love it. They also love spooning and sitting on each other’s lap at the most random times and smooches on top of each others heads, burying their faces on each other’s necks and holding hands subtly and ahhhhhh ❤❤❤❤💯

Ok so I need to talk about the locker room scene. I have many thoughts. Because after you’ve watched any scene 1789303 times you have thoughts.

(And no I didn’t add subtitles because we’ve all memorized these scenes right?)

- first off I’m in love with how shook Isak is when he notices Even. Like of course but still how cute is he?
- Isak looks like he’s holding his breath before he asks “where have you been?”
- that pause Even takes before answering says so much to me. I actually think he was having a small manic episode during the pool scene and the day after (making decisions without a care about the consequences, not being able to sleep…) And part of the reason he left Sunday morning is because he knew he was starting to come down and enter a depressive stage. Hence why he wasn’t at school for a few days. In that pause I think Even is thinking about that. About telling Isak what actually is happening. But then he backs out and tells him about Sonja instead. Which could be an actual lie and a way for him to test the waters to see if Isak is actually wanting to be in a relationship with him. 
- bless this wonderful boy Isak for asking Even if it makes him sad. So pure. So good.
- now we get the gasp Isak makes after they kiss which is just the most beautiful thing. It’s like he has to catch his breath. And then he’s in heaven. 
- and Even smiles at Isak like “OMG this boy is perfection”
- then they hold hands I’ll fight anyone that says otherwise
- the anticipation, nervousness that Even has before he speaks says so much about how much this means to him. How much he’s falling for Isak.
- now we see Isak being nervous about answering Even’s question. The ironic thing about this is Isak is scared of loosing Even by telling him about his Mom, or at least embarrassed about it. He thinks telling Even that he doesn’t have contact with her is a good thing. It won’t push him away. Oh baby how wrong you are. 
- and Even goes through so much in those few seconds. Worried when Isak says his Mom is crazy, relieved a little when he realizes it’s something very different than his mental health issues, and then totally heart broken when Isak says he’s better off without mentally ill people in his life.
- again the nervousness Isak has before asking what Even’s parents would think of him kills me. This show does silence so well.
- the little smile Even has before the school bell rings. Fondness for this boy, almost nostalgic for what he knows he can’t have.
- and then the realization he has to end this conversation quickly. To say something to protect Isak.
- the way Even reaches his hand up into Isak’s hair. One last touch.
- when he says “I think they’d love you.” what he’s really saying is “I know I would have loved you.”
- and that kiss. Ugh. The way Even tilts Isak’s head back and then brushes his cheek. So tender. So loving.
- and lastly Isak is left shook and processing what just happened. He’s in total bliss. And knowing what’s to come makes watching this again so heartbreaking.

Let me know what you think. While we’re in this between season drought we have to support each other. 💛

Blue Kiss

Pairing:  Hoseok x Reader
Summary: A New Year’s kiss with your best friend changes everything. 80′s AU.
Genre: mostly fluff, slight angst 
A/N: Warning, lots of terrible 80′s slang and excessive use of the word ‘like’. Also each month links to an amazing 80s jam!! Enjoy!
Word Count: 20k+

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RP Masterpost

… They were alone, sitting in the garden in the warm sun …

Pora could hear in the distance the vaguely familiar sounds of Yonezawa, but the only thing she could totally concentrate on was the hand stroking her hair…

… Again and again, those long fingers came up and down, tangled playfully in each pink curl, while the warmth and reverence in every touch of her husband became more and more evident… He loved caressing her hair as much as she loved looking at his eyes…

Between them things worked just like this, in an unusual way… maybe because they were unusual compared to other people, but the truth was that no one would be surprised to see Pora resting her head on Masamune’s lap that quiet afternoon, instead of the other way around…

Ah– his hand on her hair… that feeling…

Natsu’s hurried entrance to her room woke her up so suddenly that, for a moment, she did not know where she was or what happened… Last night she had not slept and the night before that just a couple of hours… Kanako only worsened and Pora was afraid she would need to send an urgent message to Masamune requesting the immediate presence of Lord Yukimura… She and Natsu had read and reread every book in her library including the ones Shigezane got for her…

…As if that were not enough, the morning had passed while she signed official documents and checked correspondence…

At the end, fatigue had overpowered Pora forcing her into a little nap that had just been disrupted.

Pora blinks slowly, still sleepy … words reaching her exhausted mind so slowly she could think she was still dreaming of Masamune… but no…‘these herbs helped her when she was expecting’….’ she was too sick to even move’…’ this is what we have been looking for’…


Kanako was going to get better…

…Her Kanako…

…Her first friend…

…Her sister by choice…

Pora felt every cell of her body magically revitalize with the hope that Natsu’s words brought…

 -‘…We… we must boil them… toast them… crush them or whatever we should do with them right now!! Natsu, let’s get Kanako back!’

 -When they left the room their eyes were full of hope and tears equally…-

@noomsu @kanarenee

Kakashi: “Call us when it’s our turn again, boss.”

Sakura: “See ya in the next episodes of Naruto!” <3

The last Shippuuden episodes were like:

Director: “Cut!”


Director: “Kakashi’s and Sakura’s scenes are over for now, thanks for the hard work, you two! Your footages were awesome, guys! Tumblr had gone crazy with you! Fuck, men, I got all chocked up! So much feels, holy cow!”

Kakashi: “Is that so?”

Sakura: *laughs*

Make up artist: “You two were amazing! Gosh, that cheek brush was… waaah! You looked like a real couple! I definitely ship you! <3”

Kakashi: *grins*

Sakura: *blushes*

SJ Editor: “But they are not canon, we should film them again with less touchy-”

Camera Operator 1: “Sorry, I already sent the scene for editing.”

Boom Operator: “If you have all this time to fuck around, man, go change that script. It sucks, really. We know what you did, there, with Kishimoto. It’s totally nonsense.”

*points the fishpole against the editor* 

Director: “You can rest, guys. Now let’s film the fight: Naruto, Sasuke, please on screen! Do you remember your lines?”

Naruto: “Uhm… it was… SAS’KEEEEEEH! …ttebayo?”


Director: “Exactly. A piece of cake, literally. Mid-air fight. Scream and stay still: operators will move you towards each other. Please, don’t fuck anything up as you always do. No unnecessary touching. It’s not an amateur porn, guys.”

It has gone like this. You know it, I know it. 

RAW panel of a short funny comic.  

I’m laughing my head off. Men, I need mental treatment.

Cassian Andor relationship headcanons

Originally posted by krasnaya-ledi

♦ Cassian would always try to lay his hands on the best and strongest blasters just to give them to you as presents, he knows that you‘re not the ‘flower’ type of girl and that you‘re probably more happy about a new blaster than just flowers.

♦ He probably swears and curses in spanish when you do something reckless, which is not rare, but it’s actually cute to see him like that and his spanish sound really adorable.  

♦ Cassian takes you ALWAYS on missions, you‘re his partner in crime and you‘re the only person which he would trust blind ! You’re the best team imaginable.

♦ Dates with Cassian are the best thing because he tries to make them as perfect as possible, he often visits planets with you which are not under control of the Empire or he organizes a candle light dinner for you in a forest where both of you can enjoy the silence and company of each other while you eat something.

♦ Cassian can be really stubborn so if he wants something from you or when he tries to talk you into something (like a dangerous mission for example) then he will totally use his puppy eyes to manipulate you because it‘s almost impossible to say ‘no’ to these eyes.

♦ He‘s not a big fan of cuddling and kissing in public but he still touches you always in some kind of way. He can‘t keep his hands off of you so he will pat your back, or he will pet your head or he takes your hand for a short moment to rub his thumb over the back of it.

♦ Being in a relationship with Cassian would mean that you meet K2SO at some point. The droid has nothing against you, he thinks that you‘re actually a good partner for his friend and that you’re a skilled fighter but he still makes sarcastic comments sometimes.

♦ K2SO is probably your and Cassian’s biggest supporter and shipper but he‘s also a cock block. He will show up to the most inconvenient times just to tell you guys something unimportant.

♦ Cassian holds you in high esteem, he knows that you‘re able to protect yourself and he always treats you like his equal but he still looks after you and tries to protect you as good as possible during a mission.

♦ Cassian would feel really bad if the Resistance loses many people during a mission. He can’t cope really good with the loss, no matter if he knew the people personally or not and he looks for your attention then because you give him a feeling of safety.

♦ You can come with literally ANY kind of problem to Cassian, he will help you no matter what ! He may or may not complain or disapprove with you depending on what you tell/want from him but he will still help and support you at the end.

“Friends of Friends” Part 2

Originally posted by kihqun

Part: 1 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7

Note: So, it seems I’m enjoying this story too much. What started as a simple request by @heon94​ has turned into…this? I hope you don’t mind if I continue in a couple parts? ^^ Let me know, readers.

Rating: PG-13

POV: First person

I was amazed there was no awkwardness between Jooheon and I after that, especially considering we almost made out in the living room. Okay, maybe we wouldn’t have gone that far, but in my head we had and the thought was a fluttery one that I returned to often.

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So Nezumi’s always used to people being interested in him because he’s all attractive and mysterious but the second he got annoying, or too distant, or too much of a hassle, they’d leave, because they were only really in it for the fun.

And then one day Nezumi’s on some shitty site like chat roulette or whatever because he’s bored and he comes across this weird albino kid, who looks happy as a fucking clam.

They start talking and he finds out that the kid’s name is Shion, and they’re both about 16 years old, and he really likes science and although his immune system and eyesight aren’t the best, he hopes to one day become a science teacher.

And because Nezumi assumes this kid is gonna get bored once he starts talking about himself, he goes for it anyway because there’s nothing to really lose on a stupid site like this, but Shion stays, and he listens and he nods enthusiastically when Nezumi talks about acting and his nameless pet rats, and Shion butts in occasionally to think of names for them and hours have passed and they’re both full of laugher and warmth.

And so they decide to get each other’s emails, skypes and phone numbers and they continue talking from there.

They start off as online friends, as each other’s moral support when Nezumi gets fucked over for another role or when Shion has to miss yet another week of school because of his dumb health problems, and they want to meet each other so badly but Nezumi lives somewhere in Boston and Shion lives all the way over in Seattle. 

Eventually a year passes and they start to realize that they may actually have feelings each other. Nezumi will notice himself occasionally hitting on Shion and Shion will notice himself feeling jealous when Nezumi mentions one of his little flings or one night stands, and they both notice themselves longing for each other’s touch rather than anyone elses.

So one day, some time in the fall when they’re both 18, Shion goes on video chat and he looks so fucking excited, and before Nezumi can ask what’s up he just blurts out that he’s in Boston University, and Nezumi’s silent for like a second, but then he just sort of whispers,

“You mean you’re there…right now?”

and Shion just starts tearing up a little and says, 

“I’ll wait for you at the entrance of the Admissions center?”

And Nezumi just doesn’t even reply he just slams him computer shut and fucking races over to the school, kind of cursing himself for not even congratulating Shion for making it to college despite his setbacks, but he ignores that and heads over as fast as he can until he sees this little patch of white in the distance.

And they don’t even say hi, before they hug and kiss each other because they’ve wanted to do that for so long and they were both just so sick of waiting, and Shion starts crying a little and Nezumi starts crying too and they’re both total messes in public, but they don’t even fucking care because for the first time, they can finally, finally touch each other.