this is actually really freakin hot

captainbatbrain  asked:

I think ive read every single thing on this blog i love it so much!! Lol i was hoping i could get some senerios of the phantom thieves + mishima with a gamer s/o and trying to get there attention? Thank you!

I can’t believe you enjoy my blog so much, thank you! <3 This is such a cute and fun request, so I hope you don’t if I make it a little silly lol. Enjoy!


The tapping of game controller buttons wafted throughout Leblanc’s rustic attic like the beat of a drum, with S/O as the fervent instrumentalist, their brows furrowed with a determination and concentration that was to be aspired to, particularly when performing mundane tasks, those of which Akira was currently preoccupied with. He had been fumbling with lockpicks for hours now, and one can only reiterate the same assignment until ennui begins to creep its way into the consciousness, plaguing it like a thick fog. He geared his attention toward the single person whose very presence prevented his sanity from thoroughly dilapidating.

S/O was inhabiting a universe of their own, ignorant and blissfully unaware of their current surroundings. 

“You seem to be having fun.” Akira rested his cheek upon his pal, with his elbow perched on his work-desk. As expected, he received no response, only the incessant sound of tapping buttons permeating his eardrums. His glistening onyx eyes softened at the sight of S/O tensed with such vigor. How adorable they appeared to him… truly, an exemplary target for the myriad of devious antics brewing in his mind. His lips curled in a smirk, the compulsion of teasing them too tempting to refuse.

“S/O…” Akira began, a solemn undertone in his baritone voice, “I need to tell you something.” Their subsequent grunt was likened to a neanderthal, and Akira firmly bit his lower lip to prevent himself from laughing. “I… think I’m pregnant.” He waited for their reaction with bated breath, but all that greeted his ears was another primal sound.

Shot down?! Akira thought, despondence slightly dampening his frivolous mood. Th-this is nothing… I welcome the challenge!

With a resolve that blazed like a wildfire in a parched wood, Akira sauntered to the couch that S/O was seated at and plopped down beside them, snaking his arms around their waist as he nestled his keen chin on their shoulder, his balmy breath fragrant with Arabica. His gaze was plastered on the luminescent TV screen, observing S/O’s gaming ability as he whispered commentary in a low, sensual cadence meant to imply suggestiveness. 

“You like this, don’t you?” Akira couldn’t possibly have anticipated S/O tensing even further; alas, that is precisely what occurred, much to his satisfaction, and although they neglected to reply verbally, their body language had spoken volumes. He proceeded with his mischievous jesting after a pause, “You’re doing so good, babe…" 

S/O was exceedingly conscious of his presence now, their sudden death streak and scathing scarlet cheeks serving as irrefutable evidence. Akira’s lips brushed their ear, his balmy sigh tickling it as his arms subtly constricted their waist, tugging them closer. “Your hands are almost as good as mi-”

In a foray of embarrassment, S/O promptly mashed their lips onto his conniving pair, thereby silencing his coquettish banter and causing his ebony orbs to widen with astonishment. When S/O reared back to survey his expression, an impressive ruby was painted over his once-pallid face, his mouth failing to provide a sufficient retort as it hung open.

This in turn provoked S/O’s cheeks to ignite like candle-flame as they exasperatedly exclaimed, “W-why are you embarrassed?! I guess you can dish it but you can’t it… anyway, what did you need?”

Akira feebly adjusted his glasses in an attempt to recover. “You’re pregnant.”


“I-I mean, I’m pregnant…!”

“That’s no possible! …Wh-who’s the parent?” The couple continued riffing off of one another, both exceptionally dedicated to their roles as they snuggled among their warmth, the video game long forgotten.


“Babe! Wouldja please tell me where my sweater is? I know you were wearin’ it the other day!”

Ryuji had scrutinized every nook and cranny of the bedroom in a flimsy endeavor to reunite with his favorite sweater; however, its existence had regrettably vanished, along with the blonde’s thinning patience as he redundantly called for S/O to no avail.

“Guess I’m not the only thief in this house,” Ryuji muttered, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, his leg bouncing with suppressed frustration. The only solution to this predicament was to confront S/O directly, so he trudged off to commence his search for the notorious sweater burglar. 

By no means was this the first instance of S/O pilfering his wardrobe - and to be fair, he often reciprocated the gesture, as he adored the familiar, pleasant fragrance that stained their clothes; he could only conjecture they felt the same as he - however, Ryuji had to draw the line, as the harsh bite of winter succeeded in permeating the air of the couple’s residence, and he certainly wasn’t about to tolerate it without the comfort of his favorite sweater. 

Ryuji finally found them in the living room, intently engaged in a video game via TV, adorned with… the very sweater he had so thoroughly searched for. “You little…! I knew it.” Ryuji murmured, a trace of vexation in his voice. 

Indeed, S/O seemed to be so devoted to their game that they had neglected to hear Ryuji boisterously speak next to their ear. “Hey, thief. Gimme my sweater back.” He tapped their ear as though it were a microphone. “Helloooo?”

“Quit it, I’m fighting an important boss and I’m so close to killing it,” they responded urgently, not even sparing a glance in his direction.

“Oh, I getcha…” With pure spitefulness driving his forthcoming action, he obstructed the view of the TV with his form, arms crossed as if he were a vitriolic parent. “You ready to pay attention now?”

The prominent flush that now dusted S/O’s cheeks was not the reaction he anticipated, and he stared at them with a questioning expression until they stuttered his name, their sight flitting to various areas of his body. The blonde glanced down and promptly noticed he overlooked the rationality of equipping himself with a shirt; as a result, the protruding muscles of his biceps and abdomen were fully exposed, with a keen V-shape peeking over his sweatpants.

“Oh shit, so that’s why it was so damn freezin’.” He glimpsed at S/O before pointedly reiterating, “I still want my sweater back, though. Give it.”

S/O swallowed the flustered lump in their throat as they broke out into a cold sweat, despite the crisp air around them. “W-wow, you’re so bold today, Ryuji.”

“…What are you thinkin’ in that messed up head of yours?” he sighed, stuffing his hands into his warm pockets once more prior to approaching S/O, bending at the waist to meet their gaze, the duo’s faces mere inches apart. “Are ya gonna give me my sweater, or am I gonna have to take it from ya?”

S/O began fanning their rosy face, their mind now set on teasing him as revenge for his interruption. “O-oh my, you have such a way with words…”

“Ugh, that’s it, I’m just gonna take it.” Ryuji knew better than to take their bait, as he had fallen victim to their shenanigans far too many instances throughout the years, and he had long since grown out of the bashfulness that took precedence at the start of his relationship with S/O. His hands dashed to the back of the sweater, feebly attempting to tug it up as S/O circled their arms around his bare waist, jerking him onto the couch as they cried, “Be gentle!”

“It ain’t like that, dammit…!” Ryuji quickly accepted his fate once S/O had wrapped their legs around his hips and began showering his face with playful kisses, giggling with child-like levity as they did so. 

His body was completely still, compressed against theirs as they embraced him and spoke softly in his ear. “I can see why this is your favorite sweater, it’s warm and cozy, like you… sorry for taking it. You can have it back.”

The embarrassment that Ryuji thought he had rid himself of returned posthaste, heating the majority of his body as he begrudgingly lied, “Th-that ain’t gonna work on me… but I guess you can wear it, I-I’m not really cold anymore.”

“Yeah, you’ve always been pretty hot,” S/O agreed with an inflection of mischief.

“Why am I in love with such a freakin’ weirdo…? Must be cursed or somethin’.”

Despite his words, he uplifted himself to delicately press a kiss onto their forehead before snatching the nearby blanket and covering the two of them with it. The couple shortly dozed off while they whispered sweet nothings, and S/O happening upon the sudden realization that the sought-after sweater was actually theirs.


Yusuke was able to greatly empathize with S/O’s one-track mind as they indulged in their favorite pastime, as he does the same when he’s occupied with painting or sketching. As it so happened, he was actually engaged with painting for hours on end until he had just now concluded it, thus the fault rests partially on him pertaining to S/O’s blatant disregard for his presence as they wholly absorbed themself in their portable game console as a means of distracting themself as the artist worked; their lack of acknowledgment was even more understandable when he had considered the fact that he shooed them away rather dismissively while he was busy.

“S/O, I apologize for keeping you waiting for so long. Shall I begin the movie?”
S/O ignored him almost entirely, save for the subtle pout that danced on their lips as they sunk further into their bean bag; although the couple had been monogamous for almost two years, that endearing pout never failed to stutter his swelling heart. As much as he’d love to admire them and ponder their splendor, he was well aware that he must rectify his earlier insensitivity. Therefore, he silently glided to S/O…

…and plopped right onto their lap.

“H-hey, what are you doing?!”

“Ah, it seems I’ve gotten your attention. To be honest, when Akira had instructed me to do this should I ever anger you, I was rather skeptical at first-”

“Y-Yusuke… your butt is digging into my thigh.” S/O uncomfortably wriggled underneath Yusuke, and he almost toppled off the bean bag chair had S/O not caught him at the last second, discarding their game system in order to do so. “Sorry!”

“Here, I’ll adjust my position a bit for your convenience.”

S/O shook their head in refusal. “It’s okay, I’ll spread my legs a little so you can sit too.”

Yusuke kissed their cheek with a fondness that could rival his adoration for art as snaked his lithe arms around their waist. “Your generosity knows no bounds, kitten.”

“It’s nothing… w-wait, I’m supposed to be ignoring you…!”

Yusuke chuckled triumphantly, his cadence registering in S/O’s ears like a euphoric melody as he explained, “Yes, it seems Akira was correct after all. Although next time I’ll be sure to wear a few more pairs of underwear for your comfort.”

S/O suppressed the loving smile that dared to threaten their lips and mustered their best neutral inflection as they offered, “I think you’ll need a few pillows.”
The artist’s eyes widened at such a far-fetched idea, which was clearly intended to be taken sarcastically. And yet: “H-how innovative…! Yes, I shall strap all the pillows I can find to my rear if I must do this again. Well done, my dear.”

S/O couldn’t take it anymore; how could they possibly maintain a disdainful countenance when their beloved was vastly more precious than all the iridescent gems in the world? They abruptly lurched at him, ensnaring his shoulders with their arms as the duo plummeted on the carpeted floor, with S/O on top of Yusuke, pasting a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. His arms were still wrapped around their waist, and his cheeks were kissed with a rosy-pink hue.


“…I forgive you.”

“No, that will not do, not without a proper apology. I’m sorry for my earlier impudence, and I will strive to be more attentive when you require it.”

“Yeah, me too. Let’s work on it it together, okay?” S/O’s subsequent smile was as brilliantly radiant as the morning sun, and the mirthful wink that followed their final word further twisted the arrow burrowed deep into his love-struck heart. His body moved of its own volition as he placed his palms on both of their cheeks for the purpose of descending their lips to his. After they parted, the couple flushed and averted their gazes as though they had just exchanged their first kiss, although neither of them were in any rush to alter their positions. The only commodity that motivated the two to stir was Sweeney Todd, which was the aforementioned movie Yusuke had borrowed from Haru. 

As such, they spent the duration of the night snuggled on the couch together with a bowl of freshly made popcorn warming their legs, the accompaniment of various musical numbers echoing throughout the living room.


Mishima was so incredibly centralized on his own video games - intermittently diverting his attention toward screenwriting his Phantom Thief of Hearts documentary - naturally, he had no indication that S/O was additionally participating in the activity until he finally emerged from his office, his joints popping like firecrackers from the effort. 

“Jeez, I’m not that old yet,” he murmured dejectedly, his mood already being soured due to the myriad defeats he had suffered while cooperating in a multiplayer online game.

Sometimes being a healer… is worse, he figured, his mind as gloomy as the dark circles shadowed under his bloodshot eyes. Mishima had really rather hoped S/O would be available, as he sought nothing more than the solace of their arms to nullify his ample rage and disappointment; alas, they were comfortably seated on a cushion in front of the TV, fully engrossed in their console game. He wordlessly sulked behind them and plummeted to the carpeted floor, lacing his arms around their waist as he pouted.

“I got my ass handed to me big time. Snipers show absolutely no mercy,” he mumbled to himself, since S/O certainly wasn’t listening. “Hey,” he complained, then promptly sighed. “Fine, ignore me… it doesn’t bother me one bit.”

Not even a minute passed when Mishima commenced rocking side-to-side like a metronome, chanting S/O’s name in a feeble attempt to draw their attention. “S/O, please love me. S/O, I’m an eighteen year old looking for a good time and I like long walks on the beach. S/O. Hey, S/O.” Mishima fragmented his sentences by plastering kisses on their neck, which certainly captured their attention as evidenced by their flustered countenance.

“Yuuki… you’re being ridiculous.”

“Sorry, I just need some comfort right now. Losing twenty-seven matches in a row really emasculates a guy.”

S/O shrugged as they pivoted their head away from him to conceal the playful smirk on their face. “Go take a long walk on the beach and have a good time.”

If it weren’t for his low spirits, Mishima would have laughed with the utmost amusement. “S/O… do you want me to die? Is this my punishment for taking the last yogurt cup you had?”

The entertainment in S/O’s eyes vanished entirely and was replaced by a cold, desolate void as they slowly turned toward their boyfriend. “…That was you?”

The sheer terror Mishima felt in his core nearly provoked the remainder of his spirits to astral project into another plane of existence. “C-crap…! Um, I-I’ll make it up to you, babe, promise.”

S/O narrowed their eyes at him before their emotionless facade shattered, reverting to their former levity as they proclaimed, “It’s okay, I was saving it for you anyway. I’ll get extra next time, in your favorite flavors.”

“…You’re an angel,” he commented softly, his eyes wet with bliss as he nuzzled S/O’s shoulder.

“Yuuki… are you crying?”

“That’s what happens when you look at the sun.”

“…Does that make you my moon?”

Mishima chuckled affectionately, fondly kissing their shoulder as he stated, “Yeah, I guess it does.”

anonymous asked:

You should make a zodiac post about the aesthetics of each sign. Outfits/lifestyle?

i think aesthetix are gay so uh … looks n lifestyle

aries: dressin like theyre from florida and laughin like a dumbass and stayin up till like 8am covered in beer cause u got into a play fight where u and ur friend dumped beer all over each other

taurus: kind of a homebody but occasionally gets smashed off three glasses of wine and you gotta carry them home … dresses like your 70s bohemian wet dream. takes that weed that’s not weed cause it chills them out even though theyre already like the chillest person u kno. recreates stories to make themselves look better lol

gemini: a well dressed punk rocker who hates workin and loves their wife 

cancer: dresses like ur easy breezy hipster lil brother … think early 90s popular kid meets gay grandpa. seem real mean if u dont kno them but once u do kno them but one day u realize they actually really love u and theyre just a freakin weirdo … gets really mushy when theyre stoned n smashed at 2am

leo: the definition of a hot mess … well dressed but only changes like,once a week. a drinkin druggin rager of a person who gets fired cause they told their boss to go fuck themself. really good hair & full of love & passionate about everything. mad insecure and would literally rather die than let someone disrespect them. has a really big laugh. more quiet and moody than u might expect.

virgo: a massive stoner (cause theyre anxious asf without it) who dresses like theyre rich and cant handle their liquor at all … usually madly in love with someone and a workaholic. secretly an extrovert.

libra: dresses like a freakin weirdo and these fools will out-party you every single time and youll be flappin in the wind like damn … i thought i could party but u just keep goin … a workaholic with adhd and sooo much energy. dances while they eat. full o love but theyre the kind of lovers who cant own up to their shit.hate confrontation for the important stuff but get kicks out of confrontation about weird random shit (10/10 most likely to be a dick to some rando in a bar it’s actually mad funny).

scorpio: the kind of fashion sense you really take notice of. all the weight on their body is beer weight and without it theyre scrawny asf. passionate about everything and magnetic and they looove to party so this the kind of person who knows the whole damn neighborhood. not to be stereotypical but the sex drive on these guys is fucking ridiculous. they got a different lover for every day of the week and then theyre passionately in love with someone and then they realize theyve got zero emotional stability whatsoever and the relationship disastrously explodes rinse and repeat. a partner in crime for life

sagittarius: wont do drugs but will drink like 82 guinnesses in one night. knows all the words to every dropkick murphy’s song ever. has a big personality and anger issues and is friends with everyone. emotionally unavailable because theyre still in love with that one ex who cheated on them. all about that fall/winter wardrobe and loves going to the country and cookin and road trips. obsessively keeps up with occult blogs. mad anxious

capricorn: so fucking repressed … well dressed and good looking, good with money and stubborn asf. genuinely likes hennessy. has a hot girlfriend who theyre madly in love with … smokin weed drinkin out of a red solo cup playin cards kinda guy. mad charming but theres always somethin u cant quite put ur finger on that’s unsettling about their personality. 

aquarius: damn these fools dress well. they take whatever style and just own it. they drink but dont really fux with drugs and when they get older they transition into wine drinkers. heinous anger issues do not get on the wrong side of them you will get Slapt. full of love but they dont know how to express it and will deny the fuck out of their emotions but if u know them really well u know that theyre actually the kind of person who cried when gay marriage was made legal because they were so happy about it. the kind of person who would kiss u n ud be like “uhh … does that mean theyre into me?”

pisces: not particularly interestingly dressed but there’s something mad hot about them that u can’t quite put ur finger on. madly in love with whoever theyre seeing and never does anything but hang with them and then they get dumped and start ho’in it up but only cause they wanna find love rinse and repeat. obsessed with their last ex till they meet the next one.

anonymous asked:

Okay so I read your explanation to that ask about Ben Barnes as Sirius and now I'm curious...who are your fancasts?

this is a,,,,,,,really good question ?¿?¿?¿ 

It’s kind of hard for me to choose someone for Sirius because i kind of imagine my dream boy…. but I’ll try my best.

Alright, I’m assuming this question is meant just for the Marauders, but I’m adding Regulus as well because i honestly love him so much.

okay. here we go. 


popular opinion: 

  • aaron taylor-johnson 

my (unpopular) opinion: 


popular opinon: 

  • andrew garfield 

my (unpopular) opinon:


popular opinon

  • jamie bell
  • dane dehann 
  • evan peters (?) 

my (unpopular) opinion 


popular opinion

  • ben barnes (ben is gorgeousssss thoooooo) 
  • ezra miller 

my (unpopular) opinion 

okay this is probs the most complicated because the Sirius in my head is kind of like a combination of different ppl, hence, he doesnt exsist lmao. but, like i say, i’ll try my best. 


popular opinon 

  • idk actually ?? halp

my (unpopular) opinon

and there you have it! feel free to message me for more!

anonymous asked:

trueee on the interviews he acts all sweet, tough, bashful but manly??? and then we go to his instagram reading his captions I was like?? what a puppy?? and what I hate the most is that he freakin knows how to take cute selfies????? Im??? so?? offended?? he is so cute???? bit then we see all of those action scenes of him and again got more offended??? wow

I KNOW RIGHT!? His instagram is like a personal offence!! He knows exactly what he’s doing taking cute af selfies and/or hot af selfies!!! The old ig videos where he’s sucking a lollipop and I’m here speechless like wow he actually did that??!! Topless videos of him in a pool or when he was filming The K2 the sweaty rough looking selfies he was really feeling himself lol! But I’ve never gotten the cocky fuckboy type vibe off of him even tho he looks like that? I swear, only in Korea! 

Here some older ig gems

he needs to be stopped

The One With The Baby (Star Lord Reader Insert

Anon Request: What about a fluffy one where Quill (or the whole team actually) meets his new baby girl/boy? I can just imagine Drax vowing to protect them EEEEEEEEE :D Because hot men and babies are freakin’ asdfghjkl;

idk if i did this right but omg fluff?? we haven’t had that in a while!! plus i titled this one after ‘Friends’ because that is legit my fave show!! enjoy!!


“It’s all pink and squishy.”

“Is it supposed to look like that?”

“It smells weird.”

“I am Groot.”

“Okay, have you guys really never seen a baby before?” Peter asked. Everyone sat in a circle and crowded him, getting a good look at the new addition: a tiny baby girl. Now sleeping, Peter cradled her gently while the others got their first look at the newborn.

“Hey, it’s not our fault your terran spawn looks like some sorta weird ass vegetable,” Rocket commented. Peter flashed him the middle finger and focused his eyes back on the smaller being in his arms.

“By the way, she’s a ‘she’, not a an ‘it’.” Gamora stepped closer and stuck her finger out, poking it in the child’s cheek.

She is very fleshy,” Gamora mumbled.

“That’s a great observation, Gamora,” Peter spoke sarcastically. The baby began stirring but eventually went back into it’s relaxed state.

“Where’s the mommy?” Rocket questioned. Quill gestured behind him with one hand while still holding the child in the other arm.

“She’s passed out in the other room. Hasn’t woken up all day.” As if on cue, a figure ran past the group and into the bathroom. Following the sound of the thud of the door shutting, a loud retching sound was heard.

“Until now,” Gamora added. Peter jumped up out of his seat at the noise and looked around a little too frantically. He sped over to Drax and held the baby up to the large man.

“Here, can you hold the baby for a little I go check on her?” Peter asked desperately. Drax hesitantly took the small person into his arms while Quill rushed off to go check on the other person who sounded like they were currently puking their guts out. “Please try not to kill her!” he yelled back.

2 Minutes Earlier (Your P.o.V.)

A strange discomfort in your abdomen pulled you out of your heavy slumber. Too lazy to do anything, you ignored the feeling and tried going back to sleep. But the aching grew and you shoved the blanket off of you to massage your stomach. You rolled on your back and rubbed your hand over your belly a little harder. You felt like you were going to be sick. Then your eyes shot open.

“Oh no,” you whispered. You were definitely going to sick. Jumping out of bed, you sprinted out of the bunk with your hands covering your mouth. You ran past the group and quickly made your way to the bathroom and locked the door behind you. Kneeling in front of the toilet, you let it all out. Your stomach contracted and you began sweating. There was a knocking at the door.

“Are you okay?” It was Peter but, before you could answer, more vomit came up. “C’mon, open the door.” Even though he couldn’t see it, you still shook your head no.

“No, I’m all gross,” you complained. You held your hair back as you heaved once


“You’re always gross but I still love you.”

“Thanks a lot, Peter. That’s very helpful,” you called through the door. Wiping beads of sweat from your forehead, it seemed he barf-fest was over.

“Open the door.” You were done anyways and you stood up, looking into the mirror really quick to make sure you didn’t look as disgusting as you felt. Then you brushed your teeth and flung open the door after Quill knocked again for the millionth time. Barely having time to walk out, he grabbed your face and felt around it, checking your temperature. “Are you alright? Are you sick?” You pulled his large hands off of you and kissed him.

“I’m fine, Jesus. My stomach was just a little upset. Where’s the baby?”

“With the others,” he said calmly. But quickly processing what he said, the both of you rushed back to the group anxiously, praying that they didn’t do something stupid already. You came back to the common area to see Drax holding the baby in his arms and looking at her lovingly.

“Oh my god, he’s been like that for 20 minutes,” Rocket complained. The child seemed unharmed, so you let out a sigh of relief and sat in a chair next to the big blue man.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, his eyes still trained on the her.

“Ehh, I’ve been better.” Drax nodded slowly and Peter rested his hand on your shoulder. You covered it with your own and watched Drax intently, observing his every move.

“Your child is very tiny. I could crush it in the palm of my hand,” he explained.

“Okay, that’s-” Peter tensed up. He went to take the baby girl back but you pressed the back of your hand to his chest, stopping him in his tracks. You didn’t know why, but you were interested in seeing this new, maternal side of Drax. Then, the baby wrapped her small hand around Drax’s giant index finger and giggled. At first, he was stunned but then a small smile played at his lips. It was rare to see him make any sort of facial expression and your eyes widened when you noticed it.

“I remember when my daughter was first born. She didn’t cry at all, just smiled and laughed at the smallest things. She was a lot like your daughter,” he paused. Maybe you were hallucinating, but you could’ve sworn you saw a single tear roll down his cheek. You bit your lip and held back tears of your own, for this was way too much emotion for you too handle. After a little bit, Drax turned to look at you and Peter. “I couldn’t protect my own child, but I promise that I will protect yours with my life… until the day I die.” You reached over and squeezed his arm.

“Thank you.” Sitting back in your chair, Rocket piped up once more.

“So what’s the little squirts’ name?”

“We haven’t decided on one yet…” Peter interjected. Then one hit you. Looking at the baby, it seemed like a perfect fit.

“What about Stella? It means ‘star’.” Peter squeezed your hand gently and kissed you on the cheek.

“I love it.”

anonymous asked:

Omfg, I just realized something. Okay so I really love your blog but omg I've been on Tumblr for so long that the whole "Sexualizing teenagers is wrong" mentality has gotten through my head and earlier I saw this attractive teenage actor and I was like wow he's cute but then was like "Don't sexualize him he's not even a freakin adult" and I was like......wait I'm the same age as him. He's actually OLDER. Idk sometimes Tumblr makes me forget that I'm the minor and I can find people my age hot

Tbh it still good to not overly sexualize strangers

I have too much free time

So i’ve made some lists of things i’ve noticed that I think are cool/interesting concerning Lazytown. Some stuff is probably common knowledge but I feel like pointing it out anyways. I’ve also got a little list of head canons. If you’d like to see my observations and head canons, read on!

(I’m currently using mobile and idk how to insert the ‘Keep Reading’ line. I’ll edit this later. Apologies)

Things I’ve noticed in the show:

-Sportacus likes to have one ice cube in his water so that he can chew it. He’s a cube chewer
-Robbie is spooked by ghosts. And bees. And dogs. The man is super duper jumpy all around
-Trixie is a freakin danger junky omg
-Robbie almost always accidentally closes the hatch to his lair on his fingers. Poor boi just not paying attention lol
-Hats are like 90% of the disguise. Your hat falls off and it’s all over. Likewise, you could probably get away with just a really well made hat and nothing else.
-it gets really really freakin cold in Robbie’s lair in the winter. :(
-Sportacus only needs a scarf in dead winter?????
-Stephanie really likes those useless fluff balls you find on the end of winter hats and sometimes on boots
-the mayor loves hot cocoa.
-Robbie actually does like the kids. He often wonders what the kids are up to and checks up on them through his scope thing.
-Stephanie is afraid of heights! :o
-Trixie Pixel and Stingy are the three musketeers. They act a bit more mature and joke around like besties when its just the three of them
-Robbie is always calling Stingy 'Stinky’? Does he reek of greed or something?
-the mayor is the mayor and the principle? Who the hell hires him, how is he at all qualified for any of this
-Robbie never gets calls, except for when Bessie calls him by accident :(
-Robbie points off into the distance dramatically when he pulls the disguise lever
-Robbie likes to sleep with his arms crossed
-Sportacus’s crystal does actually sense when people are depressed; in season 2 episode 16 Robbie takes apart their race cars and they’re all sad and Sportacus’s crystal goes off. Now ik thats not depression, but if it goes off when they’re sad, surely it’ll go off when someone is actually depressed.
-Robbie knows everyone’s birthdays!! He wrote them all down in his calendar :D
-Ziggy’s Bday is the 14th? Of what?
-Sportacus’s is the 10th (eh heh)
-Bessie: 6th
-Mayor: 3rd (I think)
-Stephanie: 1rst
-Pixel is left handed (or possibly ambidextrous?)
-The mayor likes to knit
-Trixie can play the guitar
-Sportacus is very knowledgable about trolls?
-Robbie is an extremely light sleeper
-Stingy will get camera shy AF

Things that are true in my head:

-Robbie loves to wear bowties. Sportacus thinks he’s really freakin cute when he wears bowties :3
-Once Sportacus finds out that Robbie has a phone but no one ever calls him, he’ll call him up from his airship and asks if he’s doing alright and they have nice little conversations :)
-Miss Busybody makes the absolute best hot cocoa. It’s the highlight of the Mayor’s day whenever she makes some.
-Trixie actually loves to read but won’t admit it, books are dUMB
-Pixel is into astronomy
-So I’m pretty sure Robbie did something for someone once. Not sure what it was exactly, but now he not only gets free stuff, he gets immediate (and free) shipping. He probably murdered someone for somebody, idk
-Trixie will crinkle her notes and tear them. She won’t notice shes doing this
-Stingy hums the 'Mine’ song. All. The. Time.
-Stephanie’s favorite number is 8
-Ziggy’s is 4
-I feel like Robbie might have ADHD, he’s always jumpy and twitchy (this might also be due to the fact that he’s constantly eating cake tho) and he can’t seem to remember things, especially names. He seems like the impulsive type as well, always eating and doing whatever he wants.
-blue kangaroo XD
-i can’t believe his top teeth were fake guys i never noticed
-it’s pleasantly surprising how much thought actually went into these characters and their appearances

anonymous asked:

what if the host club was a horror movie? who would be who? (killer, first to die, character that dies unexpectedly, last one alive, etc)

First to die- HONEY SENPAI 

I’m sorry but despite Mori and the host club’s best attempts, Honey goes first. It’s tragic and Honey puts up a huge struggle making his death one of the bloodiest. With him goes Usa-chan. Expect Stuffing and blood scattered about the place…

The Wise Elder- Haruhi

Only one who knows what the hell is going on. Sees all the bad omens before even Honey’s Death no one listens for some reason. Honsetly even Kyouya didn’t see some of these coming, shes seen enough commoner  ‘Horror Movies’ to know when it’s time to get the heck out of there. Sadly it was too late… 

One that unexpectedly dies- Karou 

Sigh. You would think after marathoning and mocking all those horror movies with Hikaru, He would pick up on the cues and listen to Haruhi. Acts like he knows what the heck is going and has all his marbles together but sadly the illusion wasn’t true…

The Ditz- Tamaki

You know the character everyone shouts at when they do something stupid like shouting hello or asking if anyone is their? Well be prepared then to do this….THE ENTIRE FREAKIN MOVIE! No no no Tamaki does not smarten up after seeing everyone dying. If anything number five gets dumber leading up to his ultimate demise. Poor Tamaki…

The one who you think is the killer- Hikaru

He didn’t seem to flinch at any of his friends bloody deaths. In fact he lasted the longest and had all the right answers Conveniently disappearing before anyones death coming back in the nick of time to find the bodies decapitated. He has audenince so convinced that It wasnt till he didn’t come back and he was one who got found that your thrown a curveball…

The Crowd Favioite- Kyouya

Smart, Calm, Cool, and Collected. Comes up with some great elaborate escape plan. Only one who sees the omens along with Haruhi. Actually has his wits about him. Plus hes really freakin hot, Too bad he dies right before Hikaru. All they found was a pool of blood and his glasses…broken. 

Last one alive- Mori

Silent with a one liner after Honey’s death. Becomes extremely important to the plot somehow got immunity from the killer slowly becoming a slitent shell of a man after seeing all of his friends brutally murdered never is quite right again. 

I mean it not a word is ever spoken after seeing the killers face and having his blood on Mori’s Hands…

anonymous asked:

What do you think Justin would do if you and him were out at a club and he was drunk and you were trying to get him in the car to go home ??

he. would be. so. annoying. ohmygod, like you’d grab him from the dance floor and tell him you should head home now cause like he’d really had too much to drink and it was getting pretty late, but justin would just shake his head and give you a lazy smile and say “nah just a few more minutes baby, dance with me” and then he’d put his hands on your waist and hold you tightly against him but you’d make your voice a little more demanding and say “no, justin. we’re leaving. now.” and then he’d stare at you kind of confused but eventually he’d have to agree and say “only because you’re really hot when you tell me what to do” and then when you two were walking out to the car, he’d be really grabby and touchy and his hands would roam your body everywhere and when you’d scold him he’d just pout his lips and mutter “you always ruin my fun” and you want to laugh at him for acting so immature but he’s actually really freakin cute so you gotta love him anyway c:

New Respect for OOR

These guys have had a tough time on the Aus tour…

Adelaide - By all accounts, Adelaide SOUNDWAVE did not draw big enough crowds for any artists, let alone the relatively unknown (OOR included). It also reached 42 degrees during OOR’s performance, and these guys just came from the snow… I’m sure it was actually hotter on stage…

Melbourne - I flew in for Melbourne SOUNDWAVE to go with some friends from Japan. Again, crazy freakin hot. Security were hosing the mosh with water pretty much the entire show. Obviously, the band couldn’t get this, so they just had to bear it… There was a decent crowd, but because of the heat, half the crowd wasn’t really into moshing, singing, etc. Most people didn’t have the energy. Despite this, the band went all out and even managed to form a circle pit at some point.

Melbourne SIDESHOW - SOUNDWAVE was extremely unprofessional and cut OOR from their sideshow with Gerard Way and The Smashing Pumpkins, hours before the performance. SOUNDWAVE stated that there wasn’t enough time for OOR due to extended sets by the other artists, and fans were NOT offered refunds. I can only imagine how disappointed and pissed off the band would have been, considering how this was dealt with…

SYDNEY SIDEWAVE - These guys stole the show. Gerard Way and The Smashing Pumpkins were mediocre, and their fans were all asking about OOR after their performance. Reviews for the show reiterated this, and discussed how much of a shame/mistake it was that OOR were cut from Melbourne, as they performed with such energy.

Sydney SOUNDWAVE - The night before OOR were due to perform, it was reported that one of their close friends had passed away in Japan… Despite this, OOR went ahead with their performance, and really brought it! As someone who’s seen them play on multiple occasions now, there was definitely something more in this performance. They gave their all, and the crowd (the largest of the SOUNDWAVES) gave it back! The Sydney fans were so into it! They moshed, they formed a ‘wall of death’, they sung so loud that sometimes I couldn’t even hear Taka, lol… The band certainly had fun and I think were extremely grateful for the crowd’s energy. Yes, it was still ridiculously hot, and Ryota’s bass even died at some point, but that didn’t stop anyone. The crowd kept going, and Ryota did backflips and threw water to psych-up the crowd! They did so well, the side-stage was full with other SOUNDWAVE artists, watching on.

Brisbane SOUNDWAVE - The band’s last show! Smaller crowd than Syd and Melbourne, hot once again, but fans said they killed it ;) And considering that they’d just flown in from Sydney that morning, I’m surprised they had the energy!

Seriously though, props to these guys. It was a tough tour, physically and emotionally I’m sure… I wish they’d had a better time in AUS, and hope that they still come back soon… The new songs sounded awesome live (wasn’t sure what to expect), and they still performed Japanese songs, which is pretty much unheard of at SOUNDWAVE, as previous Japanese artists have performed in English only.

Well done, ONE OK ROCK :)

If Yoruichi gave out awards for the men...

As requested by too-much-too-often. :)

A while back, Yoruchi gave out various awards to Bleach ladies. Now it is time for her to do the same thing for the men!

(By the way, there are just too many dudes in Bleach for me to do them all. Sorry!)

1. Best hair: Ukitake

“It’s hard to argue with ‘pure silk.’”

Ukitake: I will cherish this award forever!

2. Best hat: Urahara

“I may be slightly biased here, I will admit.”

Kyoraku: ..

Kyoraku: I’ve been robbed.

Urahara: I knew this hat would get me places!

3. Fastest: Byakuya

“Although I guess he couldn’t keep up with Ichigo’s bankai that one time, so………nah. I’ll give it to Byakuya. The fastest man in Bleach.”


Byakuya: This award would be more satisfying if the word 'man’ was not underlined *quite* so many times.

4. Most well-rounded: Iba

“Pretty sure he’s the only guy around who even cares about being well-rounded. So it’s good to appreciate him for that! I guess.”

Iba: My award is sunglasses???

Yoruichi: I know my audience.

5. Most impressive facial hair: Yamamoto

“The beard is pretty good on its own. But the eyebrows *really sell it!”


Yhwach: I’ve been robbed.

6. Best at keeping secrets: Yumichika

“I mean. I’m just guessing. Absolutely no secret intel from Urahara! None at all!”

Yumichika: Awkward.

7. Worst at keeping secrets: Ikkaku

“I’m just sayin’.”


8. Luckiest: Ikkaku

“Because I knew he’d be really mad about the 'worst at keeping secrets’ award.”


Ikkaku: Yeah I actually feel better now.

9. Cutest: Hanataro

“Kind of kills me not to give this to the anthropomorphic animal. But let’s be real. Hanataro is freakin’ adorable.”

Hanataro: I-I can’t believe I won something!!

10. Best “I was something else the WHOLE time!” reveal: Komamura

“……weirdly specific, but dear to my heart.”

Komamura: Am I winning this for being a secret wolf, or for being a secret hot guy?

Yoruichi: Yes.

11. Most punk: Renji

“The tattoos, the hair, the general attitude……plus, attacking your own captain is METAL as FUCK.”

Renji: Um…thanks?

Byakuya: But I’m still faster.

12. Most ambitious: Hitsugaya

“He’s the youngest and tiniest captain, he leap-frogged over his superior to become captain before she did, and he’s totally angling for the head captain’s job! Very ambitious, that one!”

Hitsugaya: …why does this award have “Worst Detective” scratched out at the top?


Yoruichi: Because I love trees?

13. Most stylish: Shinji

“50% the clothes, 50% the overall attitude.”

Shinji: And 50% my love of jazz.

Shinji: Because I am 150% stylish.

Rose: So…cats are colorblind, right?

14. Most tsundere: Kensei

“A very difficult award to assign. I mean, everybody’s pretty tsundere in Bleach. But Kensei is my pick!”

Kensei: I am NOT tsundere!!

Yoruichi: And that’s why you win!

15. Most satisfying to see as the winner of #15: Ichigo

“I’m just sayin’.”


Ichigo: And here I thought I’d win for saving the world or something.

I really can’t express how freakin PROUD I am of minseok like he was so shy and reserved back in times of their debut and when he said that he wanted to speak more I was like crvjjgcgb and now he started to gradually open up to us, he attracts a lot of attention with his solo appearance on a tv show where he has showed how smart and witty he actually is as well as has killed everybody with his supernatural hotness, his fandom is really huge, he’s finally confident with his body and going to star in a movie I’m just so full of feels I might teAR UP

Directors' Diary: That's a wrap!

That’s a wrap! You heard it right. A Story Without Words has officially closed set and finished production. 

This past week has been a really crazy one. We started off with the crew members converging on the apartment seven days ago, and went through some crazy adventures in the first few days trying to pick up the equipment and get all of our preproduction solidified. By the time the actors arrived and we started recording, we were off to a solid start with schedules and notes. That lasted a hot two days before we started to hit our montage production days and realized that solid schedules were too restricting when it came to recording everything.

The Doughnut Vault became breakfast headquarters for any day that we were downtown, and butter substitutes became the butt of almost every joke on set. We lost Grace a few times on the highway, made our own sandbags, and built some really freakin’ ghetto lighting rigs. Ty and Jonah actually became Eren and Jean (and it was terrifying to watch), the cast and crew cried during argument scenes, and, at the end of the day, lost their shit at our insanity as captured in the VPD.

All in all, this set has been incredibly magical, and we couldn’t ask for a more solid cast and crew to have spent these past seven days with.

Now starts our post-production phase of this project; it will probably take about two months to get our rough edits done for Chris to compose to, then re-edit around those, have a semi-final draft, do commentary, and ultimately release the final project. We’ll be posting periodically to keep you guys in the loop about how the project is going. 

Now that the VPD’s are done, and we’re parting ways, Emily and John will probably be posting a lot on this blog. Below are the URLs of all of the cast and crew involved in the project— show them some love.

Thank you all for your incredible support. We have some more VPDs yet to publish, and perhaps a clip or gifset or two as well.

—Emily and Depa

Thanksgiving 2019 - 5

“Are you sure you don’t want my help? I am excellent in peeling sweet potatoes.“ Taylor says eager, as the family comes back into the house. She takes off her coat and looks at Alison and Andrea, who will now start to prepare the big Thanksgiving dinner for tonight. 

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Since your ask is empty I'm gonna to leave this one here :) Can you please do an exo gif reaction when they find out that you (his crush) like him as well? Like you thought you were being too obvious but it turns out that he was completely oblivious about it. Thank you!

Xiumin: “Well I did pretty good.”

Luhan: “You kidding right? You like me? For real? No, you’re lying.” *doesnt believe you at first*

Kris: “How could I not fall for you? I’m you’re number one fanfan.” *makes awful puns while trying to be romantic*

Suho: “Haha really?”

Lay: “You like….me? Like…actually like me….like you know…like….yeah.” *is so happy that he keeps messing up what he’s going to say*

Baekhyun: “Well maybe we could go out sometime? I’m not that bad.”

Chen: “That was obvious to you?! I couldn’t tell if you were messing with me
or not.”

Chanyeol: “Really?? You actually like me???“ *is so freakin happy*

D.O: “You thought that was being obvious???”

Tao: “You like me too?!? Yessss!!”

Kai: “I though I was being obvious haha.” *kind of shy*

Sehun: *working up courage* “Well wouldn’t we make a hot couple?” *basically asks you out*