“Come closer and let me look into your eyes. No remorse, no mercy. Yes, you do have the eyes of a killer. How many lives ended looking into those eyes? Enough that the Night Mother has noticed, obviously.
they taught the young boy
“watch out for the moon,
it’ll break your fingertips and split your lips, it’ll pour moonlight in your veins if you’re not careful, boy, the wolf can be dangerous if you let your wild heart roam so keep those eyes steady, pup, keep them green”
they told him
“you’re not a killer”
when the black blood ran
all down his arms
“this is the life of the wolf it means fire in your bones and holes in your heart sometimes your eyes go blue but it’s okay, pup, they’re beautiful, too”
he’d heard many things
by the time he stood on his own
you deserve to be alone,”
and so he became
a lone wolf
one with the moon
“I’m the alpha now”
said a wolf, barely but a pup
eyes bleeding red
but no one ever said
a single thing about the stars
the ones that left the sky
to settle on pale skin
and in strong brown eyes
demanding “trust me”
in a voice that sounded like home
a touch that told him
“you’re no abomination, boy,
there’s so much life inside you, so much green”
Hi! Could you do a fluffy Bill x Reader imagine where he has an immense fear of needles but needs his blood drawn and his gf goes with him? Thank you <3
the school was having their annual blood drive, you wanting to be part of it told Bill to join you
“the more blood in the blood banks can save a life Bill, come join me please?” you gave puppy eyes to the boy as you held his arm close to you so he couldn’t run away
damn, those puppy eyes were killer. but then again needles absolutely scared him
“I do-don’t th-think my blo-lood is ne-necessary, it’s us-useless, my b-lood isn’t spe-ecial” he responded trying to look away
there he goes again, doubting himsel fand thinking he’s not special. these kind of thoughts of him made you really upset, how can he see how special he is?!
“in my lifetime I never meet a person who’s useless to the universe, Bill you’re special and people need even a bit of that special you have in them to live and fight” you told him holding his face, forcing him to look at you. you kissed him to make sure he got the the idea of your little speech
“o-okay, bu-ut i’‘m sc-carred o-of need-edles” he said holding your hands
“i’ll hold your hand, heck we can get out blood drawn together side by side and hold hands” you told the boy, he nodded and followed you to the gym where the blood drive was taking place
a few minutes passed and it was both of you guys’ turn to give blood
“ready when you are” you told him
“i-if you-u’re by m-my side th-this wo-on’t be sc-carry” he said and sqeezed your had
blood was drawn from both of you and they gave you a sweater and some food as part of being a donor
“th-thank you y/n” Bill said and gave you a kiss on your forehead, you giggled and hugged him close
you spent the rest of the class period eating the food and cuddling together
Allo, Fabulous! Here we are, ankle deep in April and waiting for the sprint through final Arrow episodes for the season. I always feel conflicted about that. Excited to experience the action and the plot progression, but already dreading the summer hiatus. And so it goes.
I am working on Sunday Bunny Day right now for this year. If you didn’t see last y(ears), here’s a link.
How about a bit of retro face from Season 1? I hope these are pretty enough for you. Let’s start with yummy black and white.
The profile. The beard.
The eyes that look like they might cry for Felicity at any moment.
Intense face. Killer nose. Those piercing eyes! Eyelashes on this guy. Geez.
I like how this came out. But he really resembles Robbie here, I think.
Finally, some blue for everyone. Because the man in Green rocks blue as well. (Enjoy, @hope-for-olicity.)
And there we have it! Some pretty handsome fellow for you. Because you deserve all the handsomeness and all the pretty life has to offer. I hope you have a great week ahead. You’ll be hearing from me again@ :-)
You were a babysitter, but you wanted to be more. Deciding to create a cooking video, you were shocked when it garnered the attention of a well known actor. Soon the attention becomes something neither of you can ignore.
“What?” You asked, looking around frantically. Rich, Brianna and Kim were all standing around you, a huge smile on each of their smiles as the gestured to you to head up on stage. Making your way up the couple of stairs that led to the stage, the first thing you saw was Misha’s eyes staring down at you.
“Hi.” He whispered to you lowering the microphone down so no one else could hear him.
“Hi.” You said back, more than a little nervous about being on stage.
Lolol! I didn't see it at first (minhyuns big head) until nuest members pointed it out but he's so good looking that it covers it up and he's always saying how he wants a small face 😂
I can’t explain exactly how his head is bigger but it just seems that way if you start looking out for it. It’s not super noticeable, though. I think it’s also that his eyes are higher set and his cheeks (and those killer cheekbones) take up more space and his neck is kind of long in comparison??? I don’t know what I’m saying??
This is my favorite picture because his head is so much bigger than Dongho’s omffggg.
this is what i mean by his neck is long:
His head compared to the other members:
not as great of proof because Minhyun’s leaning forward a bit, but it’s still funny:
I think it was more noticeable a few years ago when he had a lot of his baby fat:
also look at those yaoi hands (also Jonghyun is Smol):
Warnings: none, this is before Michael arrives on the Discovery. The origins of the tribble.
A/N: okay so this is my first imagine so YAY! This was requested by the amazing, the wonderful, the adorable @cats-are-fluffy
It was no secret to the crew of the Discovery that a certain Captain had a crush on a certain Astrobiologist. What was so upsetting to them, however, is the fact that the certain Astrobiologist had not even the slightest clue. No matter how many times he looked your way, no matter how many times he called you over to help him with a problem that he could easily fix, no matter how many times his eyes found yours from across a crowded room, you still had no idea.
So on it went. Day by day the mighty Gabriel Lorca, Captain of the U.S.S Discovery, fell more and more in love with you.
And day after day, you, the head Astrobiologist on the Discovery fell more and more in love with him.
Of course you thought that nothing would ever come about from your school girl like crush. It was nothing more than infatuation and that after a couple of months you would be head over heals with another of the Discovery’s crew.
How wrong you were.
Being head of the Astrobiology department on board the Discovery, meant that you faced a variety of weird and wonderful types of alien creatures. But never before had you seen one so cute.
With your pure white lab coat and pristine Star Fleet uniform on, you watched as the small and fluffy creature in front of you did nothing. It’s light brown fuzzy fur was soft to the touch and the small tribble purred as you pat it. With a giggle you picked up the adorable alien, snuggling close to it’s unbelievably soft brown fur.
Tribbles may not seem dangerous, but with their sole purpose in life being to breed, these things breed faster than a rabbit in rural Australia. And yet here you were snuggling into it’s soft fur. It always surprised you that such a innocent looking animal was the Klingon’s ‘mortal’ enemy and being in a war with Klingons, the Star Fleet expressed the need to just how these tiny, harmless, adorable creatures knew that Klingons were coming.
So here you were, rocking the tribble to sleep while you sung a soft melody.
“Please stop patting the test subject”
Quickly turning, you were faced with the one and only, Captain Gabriel Lorca.
“Captain, sir, I’m well…I’m…you see, I was just about to-“ you sputtered out, all the while holding the fast asleep tribble in your arms.
“It’s ok (Y/N). I’m not going to court marshal you” He laughed, his blue eyes dancing with amusement.
“I just came by to check on the little guy anyway. And please no need for the formalities, call me Gabriel” he continued, and yet even though he was talking about the small creature nested between your arms, his blue eyes never left yours.
“Oh, well then, Gabriel” you hesitated, his name sounding so foreign and yet so right on you tongue “it’s doing great, I haven’t figured out what allows it sense Klingons but I’ll get there one day” you said while smiling and slowly patting the alien.
“If anyone could, I know it would be you” Gabriel smirked, slowly walking closer to you, each step so graceful. His blue eyes searched your face, before resting on your lips. It seemed like a light year before those eyes flicked back up to yours. ‘When did my mouth get so dry?’ You thought, as you tried sallow get your nervousness away.
“You should have it” You blurted out. Lorca’s smirk seemed to fall before another took its place. Taking another step in, he looked down at the creature, before once again capturing your attention with those killer blue eyes.
“Have what my dear (Y/N)?” He questioned, of course you knew that he knew what you were talking about, but that playfulness in his eyes made you wonder if you were some how still asleep.
“The tribble of course” you whispered, as you leaned forward, getting closer to those devilish lips of his.
And just like in those old sappy Earth movies, you kissed. After all those days pinning after each other, after all those nights dreaming of each other, after all the crew members begging both of you to make a move, you two finally kissed.
Lights on silent the road is a thick tongue, lashing blue hedges, red lights across the screen. White stripes whipping underneath, white pill after white pill. Wild eyes in the night and those killer lines walking along your lips. A new song begins. Your teeth release from their grind and the curtain, in the wind, leaks the promise, the finish line of light. A world outside. A dawn chorus is piercing the glass or perhaps you’ve been driving with the windows down all night. Either way the air is here now, alive, and the field is dissolving. Ghosts into the ground.
1. Right from the beginning, he established his role as the Alpha Male. When they got to the crime scene in the first episode, Inspector Lestrade asks, “Who is this?” And Sherlock repeats “He’s with me”. If Greg were also into men that would explain the subtle inflection that Sherlock isn’t losing his new flatmate to this dense detective; thus, being subject to John recounting their dates all hours of the day as a result. Also, at the crime scene when Sherlock says, “Shut up,” and Greg is all, “I wasn’t saying anything,” Sherlock was asserting his dominance over him in front of John.
2. He exercises control in all things, Miss Ste- (Oops, wrong fandom). Still, Sherlock uses knowledge as both his shield and his sword. When he loses control of a situation, it triggers a state of instability that requires a quick dose of insight to tip the scales back in his favor. Only when he is in complete control and assured victory does Sherlock maintain his mental footing. There’s no telling what he might do if he loses the upper hand; that’s when he is most dangerous.
3. For those of us who are into the phrase “Eyes of a killer”… He has those. Cold and calculating, picking up on every minute detail. Sherlock’s eyes are the kind of steel that can pierce right through your heart, tear you into tiny pieces, and remain dry and impassive the entire time.
He even instructs John to inflict physical pain on him for a simple disguise. As far as a “self portrait” goes, what might we deduce about his self worth or value of life? The man is not afraid to die, faces his own death head-on more than once, and puts a bullet in the head of the man who threatens to dictate control of his existence.
4. Because you can’t tell me that the path his eyes take is totally casual and not him checking out the goods. Sherlock is actually gay.
During their first adventure, everyone who has known Sherlock for years (years!), makes a comment that implies John is Sherlock’s new man; his landlady Mrs. Hudson, the police officers who resent and ridicule him, a restaurant owner he paid a kindness, and his very own brother. Sherlock does nothing to dissuade this idea although he does make a point to establish that women are not his area.
When he was fake-dating Janine, he never slept with her and didn’t show the slightest bit of compassion when revealing his plan was to break up with her from the start. He exploited Irene’s feelings to win a power struggle. Molly’s subtle flirtations were dismissed without acknowledgment. Even Jim Moriarty’s obvious, pretend(?) interest was swept aside and forgotten until John became involved in the pool scene. It was a phantom sadist that intrigued Sherlock with a challenge; the only time he took an interest in someone besides John.
Yet, he never let anyone get close enough to become a liability until he fell for the man who wasn’t even trying to woo his romantic attention.
If anything, Sherlock might just be “Johnsexual”.
5. Do you realize that he ended this phone call, got that man (who has been professionally trained to defend himself and valuable political leaders) out of that chair, and shoved him through a window without the least bit of deception? The American was fully aware of Sherlock’s intentions and still got thrown from the second story… how many times? I lost count.
6. His voice is like sex all on its own. Low and hypnotic; the kind of tone that keeps you grappling with the frays of consciousness while making sure you’re so wound up in its dark promise that sleep is impossible.
7. From quippy one-liners to season long mocking, his sassy side is a force to be reckoned with and not a single person escapes its grasp. Sherlock takes sarcasm to a whole new level and his lofty views often shield the fact that he thinks the biggest joke is his own humanity.
8. They have that whole Dom/Sub thing going on. Sherlock bosses John around like an expert (and John obeys!). Even when he’s in the flat robed with nothing but a sheet, John carries him around on the laptop, leaning down to the grass and talking to him through the microphone despite the gawking onlookers. John points out that it is “humiliating”, and yet, does it anyway. John is an army man; and a doctor at that! He is used to taking orders only from his superiors (as a doctor he holds reign over most other soldiers) and here he is following Sherlock’s whims.
In the first episode, he calls John back urgently because he knew where he was and who he was with; he tells John to give a text, to see how well he takes orders. John is resistant and a bit bristled by the request, but he does obey. His pride will make it that much more exciting when he is finally taken by Sherlock.
Sherlock insults John: “Because you’re an idiot.” But then tells him not to ‘look like that’ and offers a minor comfort; ’practically everyone is’. But, Sherlock doesn’t apologize to anyone, right? So why make an exception for someone he just met?
“She said you get off on this.”
“And I said dangerous, yet here you are.”
He knows John gets off on the risk, the danger, and being put in a threatening situation. Just perfect for his sub, perhaps? ;) That would certainly provide a plausible reason for him to coddle the ego of the man he has designs on.
9. In a state of unfocused drunkenness, on the eve of John’s wedding, his brilliant mind makes this connection. Most people would equate John to a masculine identity with the limits of alcoholic incoherency, or make a joke of it by putting someone like “Mother Theresa” or the name of the local nurse. But, to Sherlock, John will always be his sexy woman. *blushes*
10. Because he looks at John like this; with all the hunger of a pure predator.
BONUS: Because he also looks at John like this:
With so much affection the words “cynical” and “damaged” no longer apply.
Ok guys, this is 1360 words of pure porn. NSFW text, if you’re not 18 just turn around and go home!! Side note: this is my first time writing SMUT with no plot, so let me know what you think!!
Warnings: oral, fingering, unprotected hot tub sex, and my typical adult language
This was written for all of you beautiful people that requested a part 2 and for Melissa Celebrates Challenge hosted by @melissaj616! My prompt was “Going for a swim”
Without further ado, let the smuttyness ensue!!
Dean contemplated your proposal briefly before stripping faster than you thought humanly possible. He was on the second step when he paused for a moment then quickly backtracked to the door, locking it before sprinting back to the hot tub.
Rather than using the stairs, he used his running start to vault the side, splashing you as he plunged into the water. You laughed hysterically at the impressively coordinated goofball that was your boyfriend before you were utterly distracted by the naked man wading through the water, closing in on you.
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” you raised your eyebrow smugly, resting your arms along the edge behind you, the swell of your breast barely visible above the bubbling water line.
“Mmm, hell yeah it is…” his voice was low, hungry eyes watching you as his hands found their way to your hips, your body pinned between him and the side of the hot tub. His nose brushed against yours gently before he pressed his lips delicately against yours. It was sweet and tender… at first. But time spent apart, no matter how short, left both of you craving the other. With a swipe of his tongue against your bottom lip, an instinctual groan blossomed deep in your chest and you opened your mouth, allowing him deepen the kiss. Your fingers scratched lightly at his scalp before giving his hair a slight tug as his tongue was claiming its space, massaging against yours. Dean’s teeth trapped your bottom lip as he pulled away, eventually realising it with a small ‘pop’.