with the face and the eyes and the ugh

Rowena looked at Gavin with so much admiration, because finally, someone in her family was just a really nice, really sweet, really good person and her support of him in spite of herself and her son makes me want to squish up my face into oblivion.

EDIT: Okay, so there was a tiny bit of revenge involved, but just the fact that she compared him to Oskar WITH TEARS IN HER EYES ugh

I started listening to Welcome to Night Vale recently and I think I fell in love, thanks again for showing me this shit @silversatori! xD

I got curious if there was any fanart of him and checked out the tumblr tags (in hindsight maybe not the best idea, I might have spoilered myself a little lol) but I wanted to draw Cecil as well at least once and since for all I know he has little to no taste in fashion (like me) I crammed up some imo shitty looking clothes and threw them together in this doodle
And yes, that is a friggin Jat (jeans+hat)

My overall design for him as it is now isn’t really mine though, I just kind of threw together all kinds of designs I saw and liked and crammed it all up into this out of both lazyness and tiredness :’D

I know I’m hanging behind on things, but I hope that you’ll (after a too long period of not posting any art lmao) like it~

On a Dare [M]


Rating: M

Summary: My friends have a twisted sense of humor so during a game of Truth or Dare they dare me to have sex with the one person they know I hate the most: Yoo Kihyun.

Warnings: Crude language, crude humor, crazy sex, spanking, cumplay, etc etc. I don’t even know what else.

Sequel is here: On a Dare II


It was a Friday night and my closest friend Wonho had asked me over to hang out. He was in a group called Monsta X, and I was really good friends with the rest of them, too. Well, mostly, except for one member.

As I arrived at their dorm I pressed the buzzer. The door opened and Kihyun appeared looking pink haired and clueless as usual. I couldn’t even hide my disgust. “Ugh. It’s you. I suddenly regret that I even came.”

His eyes narrowed. He looked me up and down dismissively. “So go home then,” he said, and shut the door right in my face.

I stood there for two seconds, nose to the door, in total disbelief. Then I stepped back and knocked angrily on the door. “Yah! Asshole! Let me in!”  I cried.

No response.

“Kihyun open the door,” I said, starting to get serious, because the cold was starting to get to me.

Honestly, what possessed me to wear a miniskirt and some flimsy leggings in the middle of December? How I regretted it now that I would die and my tombstone would read ‘here lies Hani. Froze to death while trying to look cute.’

“It’s cold out here goddammit!” I complained grumpily.

“Good! Freeze and die!” Kihyun called and then cackled evilly. “Just stay outside and get snowed upon until you freeze into a slutty statue. No, a frightening whoregoyle!”

My hands bunched up at my sides as I seethed. Kihyun always called me a cheap whore and I knew he did it just for fun since in all the time he knew me he had never seen me with any guys. If he thought just that would be enough to make me mad, he could think again.

“You are an annoying infant! Your insults are so stupid. They’re not even worth dignifying with a response. But I hope you know when I get in there I’m going to destroy you,” I growled.

“But you’ll never get in here,” he sang, tauntingly, and then laughed some more like the petty little brat that he was.

Furious now, I kicked the door numerous times as hard as I could. No response. So I just kept kicking it. “Open. This. Damn. Door! Kihyun!” I yelled with each kick. Then I got tired and gave up. He probably left, the damn bastard.

I raised up on my tiptoes to look through the glass window at the top of the door. Pink waves filled my view. “I can see the top of your empty head! I know you’re still standing there! Open this door Kihyun!”

Nothing but giggles.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I don't know if you're taking prompts but I just read your scene about Andrew being there in Baltimore and it was amazing so I wanted to ask you to write something about Andreil + neck kisses, because I feel like this is a Very Important plot point that was not fully explored. Like maybe Andrew coming to terms with the fact that it's actually his favorite thing, and not knowing how to ask for it? Ugh I just finished rereading the series and I can't get enough of these stupid boys 🦊

(Thank you so muuuuch, and also I totally agree tbh)

He hates the way Neil always pauses to kiss at the hinge of his jaw on the way to his neck. It’s like a check point, the sweet press of a power button, and Neil doesn’t even seem to realize he’s doing it. He kisses with his whole face too, dragging down over Andrew’s bottom lip and chin and throat with his eyes closed, like he’s too in love with the experience to even look.

It’s killing Andrew. It’s stoppering the air in his lungs and giving him stomach ache with how bad he wants it. You like it. I like that you like it.

Andrew hates that he likes it, the vulnerability of that bared neck. It feels like a mistake every time he does it, but it also kind of feels like he’s taken the first shots of the night and he can’t stop, like the more he drinks the thirstier he gets. Neil is such a mistake, but he’s so so easy to make.

Kissing — like this, with the covers pushed down and Andrew on his side with his hand up Neil’s shirt — feels inevitable. He can’t stop pushing up Neil’s springy cowlicks and Neil can’t stop fumbling down to Andrew’s neck and sucking. It’s so humid and nervy-tense between them, like it’s never been, like Neil is singlehandedly dangling Andrew off of a rooftop.

Neil passes his tongue over that root of Andrew’s jaw and Andrew makes a noise so low that it sounds wounded. He just barely keeps his hands from forcing Neil closer, chasing that moment where Neil can’t help himself, circulating between mouth and face and neck before Andrew directs his attention elsewhere. He just wants to stay in that circuit with his hands open and his head tilted back.

Andrew’s fist must go too tight in Neil’s hair because he pulls back frowning, lips red.

“Sorry,” Neil says. “Carried away.” He looks troubled by this, like he’s not used to being carried away by things that aren’t arguments.

“No,” Andrew starts, and then stalls out. His hand is still in Neil’s hair. He doesn’t know how to ask for this; doesn’t even know if he wants to.

“No?” Neil repeats. “Okay.” He leans back and off of Andrew, passing one hand through his own hair and undoing Andrew’s work messing it up.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Andrew says, and the way he’s exposed is too much — shirt pushed up in the tousle to pull Neil on top, hard and marked up.

“In my experience, no means stop,” Neil says evenly.

It’s exactly what he wants to hear, he realizes suddenly. Neil finds this humiliating way of giving Andrew what he wants without looking like he’s considered it at all.

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there’s that little smile on even’s lips when he wakes up in the morning and he stretches out his limbs, an arm landing on isak’s chest, his leg lying on top of his. isak mumbles “ugh, you’re crushing me” and even replies “nuh uh, i’m as light as a feather”. isak’s eyes are still closed and he shakes his head and lets out a small laugh. now there’s a smile on his face, too

there’s that peaceful smile on even’s face after he’s had a conversation on the phone with his mom. he tells isak she wants him to come have diner at his place this weekend, and isak says “of course i’ll come”, and even’s smile becomes bigger 

there’s that slightly incredulous smile on even’s face when eskild decides to show him some of the poses he learned that morning in his yoga class, and he tells himself there’s no way that’s how you actually do this, but he goes along with it anyway. there’s also the smile that accompanies his nervous laughter when eskild tells him he should totally join the class, adding that “it’s very good for the spirit.” “sure, eskild, i’ll think about it” 

there’s that huge grin on even’s face as he can’t stop laughing when isak tries to make pancakes for the first time, and he put way too much milk in the batter, and there’s basically just a puddle of white liquid in the pan that starts to bubble up. even fixes the batter by adding more flour to it, and isak looks slightly confused and says “i’m usually really good at cooking, i don’t know what happened there”. and when even simply laughs some more and replies “i’m sure you are”, isak punches him lightly on the shoulder and says “i am!” 

there’s that toothy smile when he sees magnus for the first time in two weeks, and magnus exclaims “eveeeen!” before wrapping him up in a tight hug, swaying with him a little as he asks “how have you been my friend?” 

there’s that fond smile on even’s face when he and sana are sitting at the café next to school, and they discuss religion and politics and today’s youth and the last movie they watched, because her wisdom never ceases to amaze him, and he’s so glad to be able to call her his friend

there’s that big smile, the one that makes even’s eyes become surrounded by crinkles, the one that lights up his whole face when isak paces around his room, scratching his head and asks him if he’s seen his blue adidas jacket, and even tells him that he’s wearing it right now and isak stops to look down at himself and says “oh”

there’s that unique smile on even’s face that only isak is able to bring out, the smile that barely lifts the corner of his lips, the smile that’s mostly in his eyes, a mixture of affection and gratitude and admiration, one of the many ways he says i love you without words, and when isak catches his gaze, he smiles back at him with a similar smile. i love you too 

Self Care

Just a few minutes ago I was feeling gross, tired, cold, meh, and my eyes hurt. But let me tell you a simple solution my friends, SELF CARE. I see so many self-care posts in the studyblr community and I LOVE it because studying is tiring and sometimes it just makes you so UGH. But if you just pause, take a nice hot shower, put on some lotion some comfy clothes, wash your face etc.. It really wakes you up and leaves you refreshed. Take as long of a shower as you want!!! Stand there in the hot water for twenty minutes!! You will feel much better and you'll return to whatever you were previously doing in a much more positive mindset. Take time for yourself.

Short version: Showers are fucking awesome, drink water, love yourself. Take a long ass shower and then go back to being a productive motherfucker. Also lotion.

whatever you do, do not imagine christmas morning with calum bc it hurts!! like just think about his beautiful smile that would adorn his face all day and the way his eyes would sparkle more than the lights on the christmas tree, and imagine how cute he’d look in sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt with messy hair bc even on christmas he wasn’t a morning person. and like just think about how excited he’d be for presents despite being super sleepy bc he loved seeing how happy everything made you and nothing made him feel better than your happiness. and his face lighting up more than it already was when he opened the present you got him (something small but very personal) and him laughing when you opened the present he got you. OH and can you just imagine the super loved up happy sex you’d have before christmas lunch to thank eachother for the lovely gifts, it would be so amazing!

Cuddling with Jungkook - Scenario

@bts-got7-landfill said: Cuddling with jungkook scenario please?? (As much fluff as possible)

Here you are! I hope you like it xx

(The beginning is a little off-topic buuut cx)

Word count: 603

Genre: Fluff (obviously cx)

Originally posted by shitjeon

You hit your head on the desk for what seemed like the nth time, groaning as a slight pain spread through your head. “I should really stop doing that,” you murmured to yourself, rubbing your sore forehead and peeling a sticky note off your cheek. You glanced around at your desk, pens and books scattered across the whole surface, and you hit your head on the table once again. “Ugh, I’m so done with everything,” you’d groan, pushing a few strands of hair out of your eyes.

Hearing your complaints and the constant thudding sound coming from the other side of the room, Jungkook would look up from his phone, a curious expression forming on his face. “Hm?” Looking over at you, he noticed how your eyes were drooping, only for you to shake your head in an attempt to stay awake, hair sticking out in several different directions, and your slumped figure leaning back in your chair. He sighed, setting his phone down on the couch he was lounged across and getting up slowly. Creeping up behind your chair, he crouched by you, as he leaned in and said, “Babe? Are you okay?”

His voice startled you, as you were in such a sleepy state, you didn’t hear his footsteps approaching behind you. “Yah, don’t do that!” You exclaimed in an almost drunken tone, weakly hitting Jungkook on the shoulder. Jungkook’s lips curled upwards in a small smile, tilting his head slightly to the side as you stared at him, eyes still drooping from complete lack of sleep.

“Okay, babe, that’s enough studying for today. Come cuddle with me?” He pouted, widening his eyes in an attempt to look cute. You glanced over at the disaster zone of your desk, looking back at Jungkook and sighing. Pushing your hair out of your face once again, you said, “As much as I’d love to, I can’t, I have to study.” You tore your gaze away from him, shifting your body back towards the desk, taking your pen in your hand as you prepared to write again.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures, it seems,” Jungkook speculated, standing upright, and pulling your chair backwards, away from the desk.

“Wha-”, you clawed at the desk, whining, “Kookie, I have to study.”

Jungkook would simply smirk, putting his arms beneath you and lifting you with ease, carrying you bridal-style to your shared bedroom. “Yah,” you’d protest, hitting his chest feebly, but eventually giving up and leaning against his chest instead when he showed no sign of putting you down.

He set you down on the bed, climbing in himself, pulling the warm, soft blankets over the two of you. Wriggling around as you tried to get comfortable, Jungkook shifted forwards, pressing against you as he snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you in close. You leaned your head back against his firm chest, your heartbeat slowing as your body relaxed. Jungkook stroked your hair, the sound of his melodic voice resonating through your ears as he gently hummed to you, your frown soon turned upwards in a sleepy smile.

Your eyes began to flutter shut, your consciousness ebbing away rapidly, as your body went limp in Jungkook’s arms. He glanced down at your sleeping figure, smiling as he watched your chest rise and relax, rise and relax as you slept peacefully for the first time in many days. Shuffling around a little, albeit carefully as to not wake you, Jungkook finally found a comfortable position, his arms still wrapped tightly around your waist. Closing his eyes, he finally drifted to sleep, his heartbeat matching yours.

The Inner Monologue of Captain America

Steve’s POV
Words: 574
Warnings: nervous Steve, sarcasm


I walk into her office, hoping I look cooler than I feel. Why is it so hot in here? Her eyes meet mine over the computer screen, her hair falls across her face and she raises her hand to sweep it back behind her ear. I love that movement, it’s one of my favorites thus far. I want to get my hands into her hair and feel the silky strands slip through my fingers. But I didn’t come here for hair, I have important business with her today. Very important indeed. Real business. But looking into her eyes, I get a little lost and forget what I came to say.

“Can I help you, Captain Rogers?” She spoke. I should answer. I clear my throat. I sound like an old man, ugh.

“Um, yes, Y/N. I need those files Fury asked for yesterday. He’s ready to review with the rest of the team.”

“Certainly, Captain Rogers, I have them right here for you.” She hands me the folders and I let my fingers brush gently against hers. Gently? Lightning bolts were more gentle than that. I need to be careful with her, I don’t want to hurt her before I get more than 22 words out. But does “um” count as a word? Probably not. Brilliant, Rogers. So articulate. Blow her away why don’tcha?

“Thank you very much, Y/N. We appreciate all you do for the team.” Really Steve? Bucky would be kicking me at this point. Ask her. Just ask her out. It’s not that difficult, just open your mouth and speak. Remember how Bucky used to be so smooth, you can do it!

“Of course, Captain. I’m happy to help any way that I can. Let me know if the team needs anything else.” She’s smiling. It’s amazing! The most beautiful lips spread across her amazing face, her hand going back to up to push her hair out of the way. Why did she do that? Why doesn’t she just pin it back? No! Leave it down, let the movement happen! I clear my throat again.

“Was there something else I can help you with, Captain?”

“Call me Steve?” Weak, Steve, weak.

“Okay, Steve.” The smile again. I’m in trouble. My heart is pounding in my chest. Super Soldier style. Can she hear it from there?

“Steve? Are you okay?” She looks concerned. The most beautiful eyes I have ever seen hold concern for me. Shit. I’m still staring at her. And am I actually sweating? This was just embarrassing.

“Listen, Capt- Steve, would you be interested in getting a cup of coffee after your meeting today?” She asked me for coffee! She asked because I forgot how to form words.

“Yes.” She jumped. Too loud Rogers, don’t yell! “Um, yes, Y/N, that would be nice.” Oh my god. Coffee. I hope I remember how to drink and not make an even bigger fool of myself.

“Great! Why don’t you just come find me here whenever you are ready to go?” She even had a plan. She was wonderful!

“Okay, sure! See you in a while!”

Turn and leave now, Steve. Be careful to not knock anything off of her desk because I’m a spaz apparently. Shit. There’s Bucky. He saw it all. Aaaaand he’s laughing.Yep. No way around it. I’m going to have to kill him. It’s a shame. I used to like that guy.

Taglist: @writingwithadinosaur
Cold Hearted pt. 6

Pairing: Taeyong x Reader
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Summary: Being new you knew not everyone was going to accept you, but he in particular couldn’t stand you

Part One // Previous Part

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An endless list of favourites → FINAL FANTASY VIII edition

[3/??] - Favourite Cutscenes
Squall attacks the Sorceress during the Deling City Parade.

(spoilers CRITICAL ROLE episode 85)

seriously, though, finish the episode before watching or reading…

That face when Vex demanded 50,000 gold from Taryon, hoping to shit on his offer to hire them, and he just shrugs, “Oh, that’s nothing.”

Then Laura dropped her pen. That face. I was worried for a split second she had heart eyes. Clutch move by Grog to reel her back in. :P

Oh no…

Don’t look at the camera with those eyes plz…

Oh god fucking dammit!!!!!

Ugh…no…NoNOGOD FUCKING DAMMIT ODA!!! RIGHT.IN.THE.FUCKING.FEELS!!!! *insert emoji here crying with tears falling down just like the rain on this poor broken man’s face* 


“Oh yeah, and who’s going to stop us?” The agent in front of you said tauntingly.

“I am.” The four men swirled around to come face to face with your boyfriend Steve. Their once bitchy demeanor crumbled the second they saw him.

“Ugh…Mr. Rogers, C-Captain America, sir! We were just having some harmless fun. We meant nothing by it.” Tom, the jerk who started the whole thing stuttered, clearly shitting his pants from the look Steve was giving him. Steve looked at you, frowning at the black eye forming on your face. He passed them, hovering his hand over the spot, drying the tears off your good eye.

“They do this to you?” You nodded shakenly, unable to use your voice. “Are you hurt anywhere else?” Again you nodded, Steve’s murder-face came back, the one everyone knew he could snap at any given moment. He placed a tender kiss on your head, turning back towards Tom and the rest of the assholes.

“FRIDAY, please inform Tony and the infirmary, an agent’s been hit.” The next thing you knew, Tom was on the ground holding his nose, blood seeping through his fingers.

“What the fuck was that for?”

“For physically assaulting and harassing Tony’s best assistant,” you grinned as their eyes bulged out of their heads, “not to mention my fiancé.” Tony and Bruce walked in then with amused looks on their faces, but they quickly fell when they took in your face. Tony’s eyes hardened, Bruce’s eyes turned green slightly.

“Right. Well Rogers, let Bruce take a look at her injuries and I think the rest of us have a date with Fury, don’t you think?”

Steve wrapped a protective arm around you and followed after Bruce. A smile forming on both of your faces.


not to be a debbie downer but … didn’t it just feel like today’s clip was the start of the end of this series? it felt so full and final. like … it was so bittersweet?

i watched the clip with a full on grin on my face, but inside, i was feeling so … not sad, but … you know? “this is where it starts, the end of isak’s series.” … so maybe, a little sad? that … /this is it/.

ugh i don’t wanna part from it, or rather, for it to part from me. please can friday delay itself as much as possible from coming, i’m not ready to say goodbye.

Meet Pico de Gallo; Or Pico for short. They were left on the steps of Mayor Maybe’s house by some CRUEL NEGLECTFUL PEOPLE!!!! Anyways Mayor Maybe adopted lil Pico!!! aren’t they the cutest!!!! >w< ten points for anyone who can figure out another thing about Pico!!! I slipped in a subtle secret :3