JACKSON WANG WITH GLASSES APPRECIATION POST (a.k.a my aesthetic)
Let me bless your dash really quick with some pictures of one of the most precious people on this earth. The Wang and only (see what i did there ;) ), my King, Jackson Wang. Grab a water bottle and take a seat because you’re going to need to quench that thirst soon.
Are you ready? Ok, LET’S GO Im not ready myself
Jackson with glasses + suspenders combo OMFG kick me pls
My cute King ♥
Why does he look like Jonghyun from SHINee in this pic below? lol
Can you do a peter x stark!reader where when he first meets her, she’s sleeping on Tony’s couch in a weird way when Tony’s about to introduce peter to her. Peter just finds it absolutely adorable and when she wakes up and sees peter she gets all awkward while getting off the couch and trips a little. Btw love your blog its amazing. Everything on her is absolutely amazing
a/n - thank you so much for 3k!!! all of the love and support i’ve been getting has made me so grateful, thank you for everything :) hopefully this fic isn’t too trashy and a flop like me but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!
The alarm on my phone rang at an amazingly annoying tone for the third time during a 20 minute period. The sun was just peeking through the windows into the living room, having the awakened chatter of the city commence at this hour. The tower was beginning to wake up as the sun rose higher into the sky, while I was doing the complete opposite.
I groaned, lifting my head and scrambling for my phone that was on the coffee table. It was nearly 10 AM, but I didn’t know, and I also didn’t care. I was up until two o’clock in the morning the night before, studying for a test that I would be having later this evening. I seemed to have become so concentrated that my head was on top of my History textbook, having the page still open to the same one from last night.
“Shut up.” I hissed at my phone, squinting at the screen as I turned the alarm off. I hummed in content as I turned my head back around, grabbing my pencil pouch and cuddling it close to my body as I fell back asleep. Considering my situation, and just how lazy I became, I just really didn’t give it a second thought these days. No one would be up here until noon most days, so I was content with it.
I was already too deep in my slumber to hear the doors slide open, only to have my father and someone else come in.
Happy birthday, dear sunshine TEN! Our eternal beautiful smile, sweet lover, innocent baby, you’ve been blessing our eyes and hearts with your hardworking, spectacular performances and even during hard times your smile never faded! You are the best like always! The one who always helps the others before him, the one who always makes you smile, the one who always makes your heart flutter…once again, happy birthday precious baby!♥♥♥♥♥
With as many kids as Bruce has adopted it’s highly possible
that the media has made at least one reference to it, probably something along
the lines of: “Bruce Wayne buys houses like he adopts children.”
Contrary to how his family feels (they think it’s hilarious)
Bruce actually likes it. The first time he uses the phrase in reference to
himself his family is Horrified (and in Damian’s case Offended). “I’ve been
buying shares of Apple like I adopt kids.”
They all assumed it was a fluke, a slip of the tongue, until
it happened again. Tim and Damian had been fighting and ended up ruining a set
of Batarangs. Bruce sighed making a note to replace the set mumbling “I collect
these like I collect kids.”
The line stopped Tim mid swing at Damian, both turning to
stare slack jawed at Bruce.
“Father, I’m not sure you’re aware of what you’ve said.”
“What’s the matter with what I said?”
It gets to be a habit, and no one can figure out why he
likes it. Has he become aware of his habit? Is he some how purposefully making
fun of himself? Jason swears it’s to remind himself not to adopt any more children. At last they all corner him in his
office, Bruce looking confused from his desk as his children march in one by
“Why?” is how Tim starts it.
“Why?” Bruce frowns.
“Adoption. Why do you keep making the joke?” Cassandra
Dick adds, “You’re not embarrassed of us are you?”
If their question surprised him it doesn’t show as Bruce sits
silent at his desk, watching his children for a moment. “It reminds me of how
proud I am of each of you.” He let his gaze rest on each of his children,
pausing a beat longer on Damian to remind his son that yes he meant him too.
After that it wasn’t rare to hear the Wayne kids making a
joke about their father’s adoption skills.