anonymous asked:

do you know why yuuri wears his face mask everywhere he goes?? i know japanese people wear them a lot when they're sick and they go out but yuuri seems to wear it an awful lot. do you think he has like the worlds longest perpetual cold or something

It is definitely a cultural thing. Japanese people (and if what I’ve seen in pop culture is any indication, quite a few other Asian countries as well) LOVE face masks and wear them ALL THE FREAKIN TIME. I didn’t even notice Yuuri was wearing one bc it seemed so natural to me ^ ^;


The whole setting screams childhood sweethearts. Levi takes Erwin out on a date on a warm summer night, in their home town or something. They go to the park or somewhere green. There’s some kind of small feast with a band and dancing couples, so they end up dancing awkwardly but very closely too.
Later they walk barefoot in the grass, shoes in hand, wearing nice shirts and maybe a vest, trouserlegs a bit rolled up. Their little fingers are linked and Levi walks slightly before Erwin because hes dragging him somewhere. They end up kissing in the moonlight, Levi’s hands framing Erwin’s face and Erwin’s hand in Levi’s hair and on his hip. When they part they giggle and smile a bit and share another soft kiss.
They stumble home in the morning, still smiling and softly laughing, shoes still in hand and shirts wrinkled because they kissed in the grass while watching the stars. They’re yawning between kisses and are so so tired and Erwin still hums a song they listened to while dancing.

I just want that warm fuzzy feeling that those awful 90s songs and films give you, just with Eruris.

Things I’m gonna need the (present day) 5x20 scene to include:

I mean, besides the whole “talking” thing.

1) Oliver Tearing Up:

He rarely outright cries but Stephen has mastered the on-the-verge-of-tears look.

2) Tiny Meaningful Touches:

Fingers, hands, foreheads. I NEED it. They’ve been painfully hands-off all season, I need the touches back.

3) A Dramatic Stare-Down-Turned-Almost-Kiss

Specifically, an almost-kiss that gets interrupted by the Rene/Curtis rescue operation. I feel like this is SO in the cards for us. Haha. 

Please feel free to add to this list. 

superpaperclip  asked:

*celebratory 4 mil lap dance?


When Phil hits four million subscribers, Dan decides to reward him for the huge milestone by dimming the lights, starting “Earned It” over the speakers, and commanding Phil to sit in the chair he’s set out. At first, Dan rolls his hips in steady circles while running his hands tantalizingly down his own body. He slowly makes his way closer to Phil and then straddles his laps, rhythmically grinding on Phil with one arm around Phil’s neck and the other ruffling his own curly hair. He has to tell Phil ‘No touching’ when two hands settle on his waist to guide his movements. Then Dan spins around so he’s sitting in between Phil’s legs, still rubbing his ass on Phil’s growing bulge, and tosses his head back onto Phil’s shoulder with a moan that sounds so real and desperate… Phil can’t take it and he picks Dan up, carrying him away to their room for the rest of his reward.

Idk how I’m feeling abt this one


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anonymous asked:

Hey Lolli, how is your hand? I remember that anon that slapped Sweetheart touched your hand, and your hand turned pitch black... does it hurt... does it sting...?

“I think you’re thinking about Sweetheart. He’s fine. It went away after a while.”


Warning: Nothing

Word Count: 1400+ (Not my best writing)

Pairing: Draco x reader

Summary: Y/N and Draco like each other 

Requested: Yes

Originally posted by fallingforamalfoy

Your skin tingled where he touched your delicate hand. You looked up quickly at him.  Your heart pounded erratically in your chest, banging against your ribcage. There were butterflies in your chest.

That was the feeling you got the first time he touched you. Of course—it was a complete and utter accident, but he kept his hand on yours and a little longer than he should have. You figured he liked you too. But that’s what everyone with crushes concludes. You just hoped.

At first it was weird, you came into year six with a new mindset. You were somehow thinking about boys, thinking about forbidden ones—Draco Malfoy. Suddenly you were in love with the idea of falling in love. It was unpredictable and crazy, but you liked picking out eye candy around the school. The first time you noticed him was this year. The first time he touched you, that was the first time you looked at him that way.

His eyes weren’t just light blue they had a gray undertone in them and his arms were muscled, just like you had imagined. His smile was the best, even if he smiled the only time he bullied someone.

So there you sat in class looking at the boy you once had hated. Watching as his delicate blonde hairs fell onto his brow, causing him to brush it away. His skin so pale it almost made him look snark against his black suit. His voice angelic in its syntax, probably demonic in its motive, but you didn’t mind. So you gazed at him even more, taking in every feature you could.

He turned around and smirked at your awful attempts to keep your staring hidden. You quickly shot your eyes to the teacher and avoided his gaze. “Don’t act like I didn’t see you staring at me— sweetheart.” You could tell the name felt unusual to him, they way it rolled off his tongue. But yet, he made it work. His whisper was low and husky.

Your eyes flickered to him quickly, hearing what he had just called you. You racked your mind for every lie you could possibly tell him and came up with the most plausible one you could.

“You’re blocking my view.” You told angrily, poking your head to the left so you could see Snape.

“I am the view,” he simpered smugly, but almost as he if he was trying to be seductive. He combed his slender fingers through his blonde hair and searched your eyes. He locked yours with his and winked at you. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, you swiped your tongue over your bottom lip and pulled the pink flesh with your teeth into your mouth.

From the corner of your eye, you say him eyeing you. You returned your gaze onto the parchment and began to write again. You waited for class to end, for the world to swallow you up whole. This was so embarrassing


After class, you began to walk out, but someone caught your arm. You turned back to see Draco holding on to your arm tightly. Almost as if he rehearsed it all before he gently pulled you down the hall to a quiet corner in the hallway.

“Get off of me.” You tried to act as if you weren’t actually turned on from being under his touch. He laughed quietly, releasing you from his touch and turning you towards him. You looked at him and gave a dirty look. He chuckled again, pulling you closer by your house tie. You slapped his hand away and huffed at him.

“I saw you staring at me.” He pointed out as if he got the wrong message from you. “I guess that just reassured me to… to—”

“Yes?” You asked, putting a hand on your hip and pulling your lip into your mouth again. You sunk your teeth into the pink flesh and looked at him annoyed.

“I just wanted to ask you if—,” He trailed off and looked up with a sigh.

“I like Hogsmeade,” You smirked at him shifting on your other foot.

“You like Hogsmeade,” he muttered under his breath, almost as if he was taking a note of what you were saying.

“I also like The Three Broomsticks.” He looked at you and shuffled nervously.

“Tomorrow then,” He smiled at you. “Meet me as soon as everyone leaves.” You grinned at him and began to walk away.. “Is that a yes?” He asked looking at the back of you head. You stopped suddenly and nodded, before scurrying off to your next class.


It was finally Saturday. You felt as if you were on the date of your lifetime. What to wear… what to wear, you thought. You threw open your truck looking for something sexy.  You stopped and sighed. I have to dress casually. Your mind raced. So you slip into a pair of jeans, and slip on a grey tank top, over the white one. You slid your coat onto your shoulders and slipped your arms through the holes. You ran through the doors of your common room and dashed down the hall excitedly.

Draco’s usual slouch had been replaced by a stiff mannequin pose. He realized you would be here any minute. He zipped his coat up higher and rubbed his hands together. He imagined touching your Y/H/C hair as he kissed you, or told you a funny joke and bought you a butterbeer. He knew it was your favorite. And soon you showed up, with the snow slowly melting in your hair. He smiled at you happily, almost thinking you stood him up.

With legs crossed and your coat hanging from the chair, you sat across the table listening to him talk about quidditch. Two butterbeers sat between you both.

“Seems like you really love quidditch,” You smiled at him. He stopped abruptly and picked up his butterbeer. “What about you?” he said taking a sip of the warm, sweet drink.

“I love potions class.” You began, “And Defense Against The Dark Arts.” He looked shocked “I’ve always loved teaching too,” You leaned back in your chair. “Maybe—I don’t know—maybe—I could be a professor, you know?” He nodded eagerly. “I would want to inspire kids, the way the Dumbledore inspire me.” Draco never liked Dumbledore, but you liked him. So instead of grimacing he say there and smiled. Your eyes flickered to his. You suddenly wanted to him—and run your fingers through his hair.

It was almost like a movie, the chick flicks you would watch about the two teenagers that would fall in love in an instant, but that’s how you felt. Not that you were head over heels over him—god no. But he was something.

He pulled you to the back of the building and laughed with you as you chased over the chocolate frog.

“It’s fine Y/N!” He laughed tiredly “I can buy you another one.” You beamed at him. “I could buy you the whole store if you like.” You laughed and pulled him into you. You both stumbled towards the wall, him pushing you up against it.

“Don’t be silly.” But Draco didn’t answer, instead, he moves his head closer to yours. He sits frozen, from both fear and excitement. Before he leans in, so your foreheads rest against each other. You close your eyes. “Thank you,” He says in barely more than a whisper.

“For what?” you reply.

“For being you.” Her voice wavers, exhilarated from the tension between you two. “For being the girl I want to be a better man for.”

You gently lean in and kiss his warm lips. One planted right there—on the spot. You pull apart and take shaky, shallow breaths. Unable to contain yourselves anymore, Draco holds your head in his hands and pulls her into a passionate kiss. You hands work their way around his body, feeling each crevasse, each line along his perfect, lanky physique.

The fresh gray color swirled into an Atlantic blue as you gazed at his eyes. You could feel yourself become hypnotized by the changing colors. He looked into yours—they almost looked like they sparkled.

Draco’s hands venture over your body and pull your small frame closer to his. You pull apart and open your eyes. Draco’s full of wonder and love, yours full of curiosity.

Draco leans in a softly kisses your lips again.

“But just don’t stop being that cheeky bastard in class,” You smiled slightly. “I kinda like that.”

Chapter 6 (NSFW and loads of other Triggerwarnings)

You had your eyes closed and laid motionless on the bed in the hospital.

“I don’t understand what’s going on. You should be better by now.” Kai used the back of his hand to touch your forehead. “All your bones are healed. I gave you food. I gave you water.” He grabbed your shoulders and started shaking you as if you were a broken doll that needed to be repaired. “Why aren’t you working?” He hissed between his teeth, but you didn’t answer until you sensed that he stepped back.

“I’m working perfectly fine.” You lifted your hand up and used your magic to pinn Kai to the white wall behind him. “I just wanted to be sure you were on the receiving end of the pain this time.” You climbed out of the bed and with a grin on your face you moved his body through the air and threw him flat on his back on the bed you had grown tired of already.

“Ah, there is the girl I like.” Kai smiled, but when he wanted to use his hand to fight back you ordered four thick vervain ropes to tie up his wrists and ankles. “I see you developed an interest in BDSM.” He stared at the ropes around his arms and he bit his lip to prevent himself from screaming.

“I didn’t want to disappoint you again.” You cocked your head and stared at the boy on the bed. His skin started to redden already, but the smile on his face was still there. “So, are you into BDSM?” You crawled on the bed, your knees pressed to his hips and your hands on his chest.

“I don’t have that much experience with it, but I’m not against trying new things out.” Kai tried to push himself up, but you shook your head and curled your fingers around his neck while you forced him to lay perfectly still.

“My game. My rules.” You raised your eyebrows and you grabbed his shirt to rip it apart. “No safeword. No begging.” You took his nipple between your thumb and finger and squeezed as hard as you could.

“Sounds perfect to me, boss.” Kai hissed between his teeth while he threw his head in his neck.

“We will see about that.” You spoke softly and you bent forward to take his other nipple between your teeth. “You are allowed to scream, if you want.” You looked up at him before you bit him and Kai’s screech sounded like music to your ears. “Let’s see what other parts I can sink my teeth in.” You straightened your back and crawled backwards while you fingers opened the button of his jeans. “Oew, it seems that something here wants to be bitten.” You placed a hand on his growing bulge for a short moment before you pulled down his pants and boxershort.

Kai wanted to open his mouth, but he seemed to realise in the last moment that whatever he was planning on saying went against your rules because he closed his mouth again.

“What’s wrong, love? Are you afraid of what my teeth can do?” You raised your eyebrows and smiled before you took him in your mouth. “If not…” Your teeth touched his sensitive skin. “You should be.” You hissed before you bit and a certain kind of happiness and joy spread through your veins while Kai opened his mouth to scream like he had never done before.


Pairing: sormik
Rating: K
WC: 1917 
Category: hurt/comfort | fluff
Notes: ive been listening to this on loop and im dead. sormik reunion in the ruins

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It’s almost like a dream.

Mikleo runs his fingers over Sorey’s face, touch barely there, fingertips barely touching the skin. His hand brushes chocolate colored hair aside, touching the soft feathers, Sorey’s earrings still in place.

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One scene I won't see in the musical

Regina sitting behind the desk. Emma standing across, in her jeans and leather jacket. They hands slightly touch as Emma hands Regina root beer. Then suddenly, Emma taking Regina’s hand to lead her to dance. The office turns into a ballroom and they are dancing in princess dresses staring into each other’s eyes. The dance is over. Regina sits back, Emma returns to her position in front of the desk, handing her a root beer, their fingers slightly touching as the stare at each other the same way as inthe dance fantasy sequence.

anonymous asked:

Guys, stop. He's had enough violence for one lifetime. Don't touch the provoker (one-handed) anon. They're just being awful. - Andy the Anon

Andy is right please list to them

anonymous asked:

Imagine being close with your foreheads touching, with his hand on the back of your head. He touches your hair and brushes over it to the ends before sighing and pulling his forehead away from yours. You look at each other, and somberly say goodbye with a small wave. You will have a video chat when he is available again, but you don't know the next time you will be able to meet in person. (anyone inspired? I beg for WZ fluff every day now, huh? 🖤sr)

((i’ll just post without reply because i don’t have anything to add ;; but yes, to anyone who is inspired, please write some woozi fluff. i’m in desperate need of it T_T))

- Admin Leen

i believe in the normalization of platonic love and affection; and i also believe in the normalization of letting people say no to affection. let people say “i’m sorry, i don’t like to be touched” without others getting offended. let people set boundaries without others questioning why they don’t “believe in platonic love.”

just like… some of us have good reasons for not wanting to be touched and tbh a good enough reason should just be “i don’t want to be touched.” please ask first, please don’t be offended if we ask you not to touch us, please stand up for us if you see other people violating our boundaries.

and if you have a friend like me who is touch-shy - we still love you! just be patient. chances are, we’ll warm up over time and you’ll see us shift our boundaries for you. we’re trying most of the time. and if you’re having a hard day, just tell us you need physical affection - 9/10 times if someone says “i just need a hug” i will willingly and gratefully give it; it’s just difficult for me to initiate said hug without a verbal prompt. we’re not cold, we’re not mean, and we still want to be there for you!

touching friends is so great! saying “i love you” and other cheesy things to friends is awesome! please be really gentle with your friends who need different boundaries with this!! we love you too and we want to be there for you but sometimes we can’t be there in the same way! sorry ): okay thank you for listening have a nice day!