these two are so hot

Okay two things: HARRY HOOK IS SO HOT AND THE SCOTTISH ACCENT KILLS ME!
second: I have never read any of the books but did evie and mal share a room? Because it seems like the villains loved together in the first one and then in the space between song it looked like one end was evies room and the other side was mals room. So like is that cannon? If not it’s my new hc.

anonymous asked:

You wake up the next morning and the world changes again. You're secretly engaged to Jellal, he was actually telling the truth when he and Erza almost kissed. You met him when he saved you from bandits and fell in love with each other instantly, although you once caught him moaning Erza's name when you were having sex. But it turns out that you're not human, you lost your memories in a freak accident, you're actually the Ophiuchus key in human form. (Cont. )

(Cont.) Zeref turned you into human in exchange for your hand in marriage with Larcade. You complied to save Jellal’s ass from Zeref’s rage. But suddenly Yukino came to save you and apologized to you because she accidentally knocked your head against the wall and caused your memory loss few months ago. You magically disappeared,She’s been searching for you and was actually surprised to see you human. She complimented you that you look hot so you two run away together and live happily ever after.

Well, the first thing I do is stay away from Erik…

9

Did you know? If you catch a falling maple leaf, you’ll fall in love with the person you’re walking with.

8

And bromance of the year goes to… 

Ice cream

Draco grunted as he fumbled with the collar of his dress shirt. His face was contorted in distaste as he felt little beads of sweat running down his neck. Ugh, disgusting! Potter had already pointed out that it was far too hot outside to be wearing a dress shirt, but Draco refused to wear the kind of sordid clothes Potter seemed to love so much. It suited him, of course, but Draco had a reputation to uphold.

That was a bit of a stupid reason, even Draco had to admit it, seeing as they were out and about in Muggle London, but Draco, unlike Potter, had class.

Them being friends was still very new to him and definitely needed some getting used to. Potter seemed already comfortable around Draco, always blabbering on about this and that, bumping Draco’s arm with his elbow, grinning at him mischievously…

Blaise had remarked that it very much seemed like he and Potter were dating, but that was just ridiculous. They had just met for coffee a few times, had gone to the movies (Potter’s idea of course and Draco was still a bit traumatised) and had gone for a few walks, like now. Yes, Draco had been a little surprised earlier when Potter had asked him if he wanted to come back to his place later for dinner, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary, was it? Friends did that… right?

As they continued walking down the street, Draco peered sideways and saw that Potter’s face was rather flushed and there were little beads of sweat running down his neck, too.

“Maybe we should have stayed inside today,” Potter wheezed. “I honestly don’t understand how you haven’t fainted yet.” He gazed at Draco’s shirt and his cloth trousers in discomfort.

“Well,” Draco began, eyeing Potter’s burgundy T-shirt and his short trouser, which reached to his knees, “I was taught elegance is a virtue, as well as endurance. Clearly, a concept which seems to be lost on you.” He let his eyes wander over Potter’s body and gave him an appraising look when their eyes met again. Potter seemed to stifle a giggle.

“What?” Draco snapped.

“Endurance,” Potter snorted. “Alright then.” He flashed Draco a toothy grin. Draco had no idea what was so funny about that, but didn’t get the chance to ask. Potter’s eyes had focused on something on the other side of the street. Draco turned around, but had no idea what had caught Potter’s attention.

“Wait here,” Potter told him and and sprinted off. Draco crossed his arms over his chest, huffing. What was Potter up to? And how dare he make Draco wait alone in the middle of the street like this?

Draco tapped his foot impatiently as the minutes passed by. When Potter finally came into view again, Draco saw that he was holding… two ice lollies?

“Here,” Potter said enthusiastically, holding one out to Draco. He gave it a quick glance and made a face.

“No thank you,” he grunted.

“What? Why?”

“I don’t like ice cream,” Draco shrugged. Potter’s eyes widened at that.

“What? How can you not like ice cream?” He sounded genuinely baffled.

“I just don’t.”

Potter kept staring at him, the incomprehension at Draco’s revelation clearly visible on his face.

“You’re dripping,” Draco noted with a raised eyebrow.

“What? Oh!” Only now did Potter seem to notice that the ice lollies were melting quickly, dripping all over his hands. He lifted one hand to his mouth and dragged his tongue over his knuckles slowly. Mesmerised, Draco watched as Potter did the same thing to his other hand.

“You sure you don’t want it?” Potter asked, oblivious to Draco’s sudden inner turmoil. Not trusting his voice at this moment, he just waved a dismissive hand in the air. Potter shrugged and lifted one of the ice lollies to his mouth.

Sweet Merlin!

Draco almost choked as Potter’s lips closed around the ice lollie. He pushed it deeper into his mouth and started sucking. Draco had to control himself not to clutch his chest in surprise. He winced when Potter made a slurping noise.

“You know,”  Potter said happily, “I had my first ice lolly when I was ten years old. I really like them.”

Draco had trouble concentrating on what Potter was saying, but still, a frown formed on his face.

“You hadn’t had ice cream before that?”

Potter shook his head and looked at the two ice lollies in his hands. They were both dripping like mad. He lifted one to his mouth again and licked it, painfully slow, from the bottom up, before sticking it in his mouth again. This time, he twirled it around, before releasing it again with a little ‘pop’.

Draco was sure he was about to faint. The heat wasn’t exactly helping, either.

“Potter,” he spluttered. He stepped forward and gazed at his mouth intently. “Ugh, you really are an imbecile, aren’t you?”

Potter’s mouth and his chin were smeared with the remnants of the ice lolly. Draco reached out and stroked the corner of Potter’s mouth with his thumb. He saw Potter’s adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

“It’s sticky,” Draco muttered. He wasn’t really aware that he was leaning down, until his tongue made contact with Potter’s skin. Surprised by his own boldness, he quickly stepped back.

“I don’t know why I did that.”

Potter was flushed and he looked like he was trying to decide something.

“Sod that,” he suddenly muttered and let go of the two ice lollies. Before they hit the ground, Potter had his arms around Draco’s neck and their lips pressed together. Draco made a startled sound when Potter’s tongue pushed into his mouth. He tasted like artificial oranges. Yuck! But the things Potter apparently could do with that tongue…

“Let’s go back to my place,” Potter panted after a few moments. “Oh, but first, let me go back to that store real quick.”

Draco frowned.

“Why?”

“Because,” Potter said with one of his mischievous grins, “I want more ice cream.” He dropped his voice to a low, seductive whisper. “I want creamy, rich chocolate ice cream.” Draco shuddered at the way Potter was looking at him. “And I plan to lick it off your chest and out of your navel.”

This time, Draco really did choke. He recovered rather quickly, however, and grabbed Potter’s hand.

“Merlin, what are we waiting for?”

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first batch of fashion folder jojo rqs w/ some ladies!!

  • Inojin: Sarada?
  • Sarada: Yeah?
  • Inojin: Do you think the Uchihas have fire as their speciality... because they're so hot?
  • Sarada: (blushing) Shut up!
  • Inojin: Heh. (proud he made her lose her cool)
  • Sarada: (recovers) Wait... (smirks) you think my dad is hot?
  • Inojin: ...I've walked right into that one.
Black Lace Panties

#11 - “I can’t take you seriously until you put some pants on.”
- jensen x reader, requested by @blacksiren for my two year drabbles

You walked back through to your bedroom, your glasses perched on your nose as you looked at the script that had arrived for Jensen a few days before.

He always got you to look over the parts he was asked to read for, wanting your opinion on whether he should go for it or not.

“Okay,” you smiled, pushing your glasses back onto your head. “What did you think of this one?”

Jensen looked up, his reply dying on his lips as he saw you.

“I- uh-”

“Come on, babe,” you laughed softly. “You have to get back to them this afternoon, and I won’t give you an opinion until I’ve heard yours.”

He shook his head, biting his lip.

“I’m sorry darlin’, but I can’t take you seriously until you put some pants on,” he admitted, his eyes grazing over your legs.

You grinned, placing the script down on the bedside table.

You pulled up the hem of the shirt you were wearing - one of Jensen’s old football jerseys - to reveal a sliver of black lace panties, raising an eyebrow at your fiancé.

“This distracting you?” you teased, grinning when he crawled across the bed, pulling you closer, his strong palms warm on your hips even through the material.

“How did I land me someone like you, huh?” he questioned, kissing your neck.

You smiled, draping your arms over his shoulders.

“I guess you must’ve been real good in a past life,” you murmured, and he hummed in agreement as he kissed your lips.

“I guess so.”

when it comes down to it, I feel like the difference between Lup and Taako is essentially the difference between Chaotic Good and Chaotic Neutral