you are looking as hot as ever

anonymous asked:

(Au anon) oh yes i am living for these love anons 4 u,, also imagine an evak au where Isak has a blog that is like full of shitposts and stupid quotes and dogs and Even has the most aesthetically pleasing blog ever with like smoke rings and weird neon quotes like lets get high and fuck and stuff and isak tOTALLY follows him on there and he doesnt rlly kno its Even but even knos its isak and thus the anons begin on Isaks blog like 'you looked really hot today at school' or 'red is really your //

(Au anon) // colour, wear it more’ and Isak is first like fuck someone at schools knos mi shit blog lmao but hes also hella into it like wearing more red and stuff,,, then the more Isak like goes w the anons the more sexually frusTRATED evens blog gets but also like cute u kno lik,,, i wanna wake up and kiss u reblogs u feel me,, and then isak totally gets drunk one night and even is totally feelin him (but lik w respect u kno cuz he cool like dat) and isak kinda kisses him and the next //

(Au anon) // day Even is reblogging eveN MORE 👀👀👀 kinda stuff and isak is just get this man laid lmao until he gets an anon w ‘kiss me again but sober next time’ and even toTALLY DID MY FEAR AND FORGOT TO CLICK ANON and Isak is like hOLY SHI T and reblogs one of those cool aesthetics w a lil 👀 caption and tags it with ‘come over’ and even has never been out of his house this fkn fast hot diggety dog,,, and isak realises hes the guy that made evens blog like dis,, while he ws shitpostin,,

im gonna CRY this is so perfect wt..f!!!!!!

anonymous asked:

So have you ever written any fanfics or is it just strictly in comic format? Where do I start with said comics?

My English vocab is limited since it’s not my first language so no fanfics for me.
I recommend reading the OC bios here first and then Hot Potatoes (we’ll make a proper comic blog once the old pages were updated) and for Buttons there is an “important life events” list on the bottom here. From there on I’d say just look through the generic comic tag and browse the characters’ own tags. (Heads-up, there are non-fallout and NSFW-ish pages as well in the comic tag)
Their origin comics -which HP is the first chapter of- are still in the making and there are some things left unexplained in our characters’ past for now.

i happened upon this picture of Melissa bts and it’s just…too much??? like. the tshirt?? cradling the tiny precious dog?! and look at her fucking arm. i mean i really have a soft spot for athletes lol but are you joking?? get this away from me.

Winter starters because I still can't help myself 🌨❄️🌧

“I’ve never been ice skating before…”

“I hate winter.”

“It’s supposed to snow today!”

“We’re snowed in…”

“We can spend Christmas alone together if you want.”

“What do you want for [holiday celebration]?”

“Santa just scares me…”

“Do we HAVE to watch Elf again?”

“Hot chocolate?”

“Bring a jacket!”

“I wish it was summer…”

“The power’s out.”

“That’s the dumbest looking snowman I’ve ever seen.”

“Here, take my jacket.”

“This weather is depressing.”

“Happy holidays!”

*every destiel fic ever*
  • Dean: I'm so straight
  • Dean: such a ladies man. so many girls. look, boobs
  • Dean: a big hetero hello to all of you
  • Sam: *rolls eyes*
  • Castiel: *enters scene*
  • Dean: ohhh look at them eyes, look at them lips. hot damn
  • Dean: I'm not gay. what kind of sorcery?
  • Castiel: *glances at Dean*
  • Dean: *cheeks turn red*
  • Castiel: *approaches Dean*
  • Dean: *internal existential crisis*
  • Castiel: "hello"
  • Dean: *ends up being such a needy bottom*
Supernatural:  10 Lessons From Tonight’s Episode

“Regarding Dean,” Episode 11, Season 12

1.  Dean canonically loves bunnies, and should have one with him at all times. 

Add it to the list of bunker animals, along with Sam’s dog and Cas’s guinea pig.

It also helps that the bunny sort of looks like him. 

Like, come on.  Tell me you don’t see the resemblance.

2.  He’s also taking steps towards being more open about who and what he loves.

Baby steps, Dean.  Baby steps.

3.  This is not a sentence I ever expected to hear come out of Dean’s mouth, but I am insanely glad that it did.

4.  Nor was this one, though honestly it’s just as good.

5.  Honestly, this whole exchange was just pure, bisexual gold.

*Cough* As soon as you walked in, you had the hots for Larry. *Cough*

6.  Dean needs and deserves to use a grenade launcher, and I am shocked and enraged that he hasn’t.

Look at the anguish on his face.  Just let him shoot the damn grenades, you monsters.

7.  Rowena, like any sane person, loves giving Dean nose boops. 

Get it, gurl!  LOL, this is honestly such a cute, fun episode. :)  

8.  …Okay, maybe it’s not so fun. 

9.  I TAKE IT BACK, THIS EPISODE IS THE PERSONIFICATION OF EMOTIONAL ANGUISH. 

DEAN, BABY, PLEASE DON’T CRY.  I’LL TAKE YOU IN MY ARMS AND CUDDLE YOU AND TELL YOU YOUR NAME UNTIL EVERYTHING’S ALRIGHT AGAIN.

10.  Dean is a raging bisexual, and everyone just needs to come to terms with that.

Come on, SPN writers:  show me one heterosexual man who derives that much enjoyment from riding a mechanical bull.  Point one out to me.  I’ll wait.  Never mind the fact that he’s way too good at riding things for someone who’s never shown much interest in horses.  

Jesus fucking Christ. 


Overall rating:  9/10 for cuteness, Larry, and making me cry like a little bitch.  One point redacted for forced heterosexuality, but otherwise an amazing and very memorable ep from a solid season.  Honorable mention for the perennially patient Sammy.

Gif credit to: @angvlicmish, @stephen-amell, @veryamooseing, @yourfavoritedirector, @faramaiofnerdwoodforest, @codestielckles

Kisses with the Signs

Aries: Tries to be gentle but gives you a hickey

Taurus: Cautious but determined

Gemini: Cute, simple, bubbly like their personality

Cancer: Lingering and soft. Looks into your eyes endearingly

Leo: Rough. Knows what they’re doing

Virgo: Random pecks

Libra: Playful as hell

Scorpio: Hot. Spicy. Red.

Sagittarius: Spontaneous, off guard kisses that make it wonderful

Capricorn: They’re nervous, but actually super skilled at kissing

Aquarius: Always kisses like it’s the last give they’ll ever give you

Pisces: Sweet like a cookie and them

Okay so I know that Voltron Season 2 just came out but what I really need for season 3 is Keith and Lance talking about Galra Keith.

Keith: Ya know Lance with how much you hate me I’m surprised that you didn’t freak out more when you found out I was part Galra.

Lance: First of all I don’t hate you and second I know how you feel

Keith: ???

Lance: When I came out to my family as bi a couple years ago some of them had a hard time accepting it. I felt like I was alone. So I promised myself that if I was ever told something like that, that I wouldn’t freak out. No one deserves to be alone

Keith: Wow Lance that’s actually very… wait did you say you were bi?

Lance: Yeah, I mean look at me. It would be unfair to not let both genders experience this hotness

anonymous asked:

Do you know fics where Yuuri beats Viktor at competitions?

*screams* Anons, thank you so much for this request! This is one of my favourite AUs!! Get ready for a wild ride, because I have a lot of great fics to share! Hope you like these!


Yuuri Beats Victor at Competitions/Rivals AU


Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya, Explicit, 127k
Pretty sure everyone’s read this one… but if you haven’t, do! Rivals AU where Yuuri’s main goal, ever since he was a child, is to beat Victor and win the GPF. SO MUCH ANGST (like, so much) and deliciously hot, hot, hot! You might die from reading this… it’s that good. Thumbs up!

Stay Close To Me by jazthegr8, Teen, 18k
Viktor looked scrolled through the various tweets already calling his Grand Prix Finals loss the ‘upset of the century,’ as if he didn’t know that already. He was a five-time Grand Prix gold medalist, three of those had been consecutive. Viktor was painstakingly aware of how shocking and upsetting it was that he’d fallen to an embarrassing last place to finish this year’s finals. Role reversal where Yuuri beats Victor at the GPF and becomes Victor’s coach

Make It Good, Make It Better by Jack_R, Not Rated, 27k
It’s 2008 and it’s supposed to be Victor’s year. His short program is incredible and this year, the Grand Prix is going to be his. That’s what he thought, until Yuuri beat him. Great rivals AU!


Husband vs. Husband: Figure Skating World Championship by heartsdesire456, Teen, 13k
Friendly rivalry between husbands Victor and Yuuri! The big question on everybody’s mind is, “Who will win gold, Victor Nikiforov or Katsuki Yuuri?” Very sweet!

Never Enough by ireallyloveicecream, Mature, 35k
All Katsuki Yuuri wanted was skate on the same ice as rising star Viktor Nikforov. But when his dream comes true and they meet, his awe for him mutates into a cut-throat motivation for retaliation, sending the two of them into a rivalry that should’ve burned into the history of figure skating. Intense rivals AU!

Bear Your Soul on the Ice by SassySalchow (diedraechin), Teen, 54k
At age fourteen, Katsuki Yuuri had been determined to be Japan’s next great figure skating hope, but with no coach that would never happen, so his ballet instructor packs him up off to Russia to train with Yakov Feltsman. AU where young!Yuuri and young!Victor skate against each other in a friendly rivalry. LOVE!

Bedroom Warfare by RedishBlueRose Explicit, 2.1k
Victor and Yuuri’s rivalry isn’t just on the ice, it’s also in the bedroom. Quick, HOT rival AU. Yummy!

On My Love by RikoJasmine, Teen, 48k
Time travel AU where Yuuri and Victor are happy aged and married, but an accident occurs and suddenly Yuuri wakes up back in Detroit, in a time before he had even met Victor. Yuuri competes against him again, a completely different skater this time. Amazing fic!

Reaching for the Stars by LainLikesSweets, Gen, 744 words
It is time for the Grand Prix again, but will Yuuri be able to keep his calm this time and show the world his true skating? With Victor as a competitor does he even have a chance to win gold?

i know my madness by astoryaboutwar, Explicit, 14k
It’s hardly a secret that Victor Nikiforov is a massive player. JUST READ THIS… you can thank me later!

Gentle

Steve x reader 

Notes: Smut, fluff, swearing, just smutty rly. 

A/N: Steve x reader. I know, right? Didn’t know I had it in me (that sounds wrong. So, so wrong), but here we are. And lets be honest. The man is fucking adorable. And.. ever seen him in a suit? Hot damn. Enjoy! x

Originally posted by music-is-love-4ever

“Can’t sleep?”

You looked up from the files in your lap and smiled, Steve stood next to the couch, holding out a mug to you with a similar smile on his lips.

“Never” you answered, only half-joking and took the mug from him with a soft ‘thanks’. “Why are you up, Cap? Don’t you have an early training session with Sam tomorrow?”

Steve shrugged, “Yeah, I do..” he took a deep breath but didn’t seem to let the air go when he spoke, “but sometimes I just can’t get my brain to shut off. And my mom used to say that a bed is for sleeping, not thinking”

You chuckled softly, “Meaning?”

Steve shot you a lopsided smile, “Meaning, if you can’t catch sleep because you’re thinking too much, get out of bed for a while and try again later”

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Halloween Sentence Meme !  🎃

some slightly nsfw !! 

  • I’m turning the lights out now. “ 
  • They’re coming. Get ready. “ 
  • Making out in a graveyard is definitely morally wrong. “ 
  • If I hear the words ‘killer clown’ once more I’m ditching you. “ 
  • You need a damn costume. “ 
  • This is my costume “ 
  • Let’s just lie here and read creepy pasta’s for the rest of the night. “ 
  • Spooky spaghetti ? “
  • You look… hot.  
  • That’s the shittest pumpkin I’ve ever seen. “
  • HOLY FUCK“ 
  • You deserved that, asshole.
  • Wanna go in first ? “ 
  • I knew you’d end up holding my hand.  
  • Let’s swap. I don’t like these.  
  • I don’t wanna go “ 
  • You’re fucking with me.  
  • I didn’t invite you for a reason. “ 
  • You look pretty when I can’t see your face. 
  • I can’t believe you stole that old lady’s pumpkin. “ 
  • That’s fucking adorable.  
  • Put the cat down, it’s not yo- 
  • “ JESUS FUCK IT BIT ME 
  • I haven’t even turned the lights out yet. “
  • I ain’t ‘fraid of no ghosts. “ 
  • You’re one sexy, sexy zombie. “ 
  • Did you see that ? What the fuck. “ 
  • Come here.  
  • You hear that ?   
  • That was not my dog. “ 
  • Did you leave the door open ? 
  • I’ve never been a fan of the ghost train. “ 
  • Your tights are ripped, loser. “ 
  • If they look at you one more fucking time… “ 
  • I don’t like these woods. “ 
  • My mama always said NEVER take candy from strangers. “ 
Dating Sam Winchester Headcannons

Dating Sam Winchester would Involve:

  • Playing with his hair
  • Reading books with him on rainy days
    • Having hot cocoa while you read
    • Sharing the same blanket
    • Sometimes you read the same book and discuss it
  • Staying up late into the night doing research with Sam
    • If you fall sleep he’ll carry you to bed
  • Sam trying to get you to eat healthier
  • You trying to get Sam to sleep in 
  • Sam buying you a cute jogging suit in hopes of you joining him
  • Dean constantly picking on the two of you
  • Piggyback rides when ever you want them
  • Sam always looking out for you
  • He can not be away from you over night, because the last time he stayed away from his girlfriend over night she died
  • He always sleeps with an arm draped over you
  • Since you can’t have a real puppy you have a pretend one 
    • annoying the hell out of Dean with it
    • “Sam, we can’t go yet, we need to get Scooby in the car!”
    • “Oh my god guys, enough with the freaking dog!”
    • “Dean, don’t be insensitive! C’mon (y/n), let’s find him.”
  • Soulless! Sam not really caring about you, and it breaks your heart
  • When Sam is better he makes sure to make up for it
  • Sam calling you shorty no matter your height, ‘cause you’re still short to him
  • Sam eventually getting you to workout, but you only really go to see him shirtless.
  • Steamy make out sessions where Sam runs his big hands all over your body
  • Hickies
  • Shower sex
  • Slow sex after particularly taxing hunts
  • Dealing with Dean’s teasing every time you guys get a separate room from him
  • You’ve gotten kidnapped quite a few times and Sam nearly goes crazy every time
  • Sam making you get an anti-possession tattoo
  • Your fights never get bigger than a few eye rolls and rude comments
  • Falling asleep on Sam’s lap during the ride home
    • He would stroke his fingers through your hair
    • Dean would pretend to be disgusted, but he would be happy for his baby brother
    • Sam telling Dean how much he loves you
  • Sam being the first to say I love you
    • it comes fairly quickly, but he knows that he does love you
  • Sam subconsciously braids your hair a lot
  • He can pick up if your feeling sad in a heart beat
  • He’ll do anything he can to make feel happy and comfortable
  • He laughs at your puns only because he knows you think they’re funny
  • You like teasing Sam a lot
  • Any time something bad happens to him you panic until he’s okay again
    • When he was supposed to be in the pit you didn’t sleep until he came to you and told you the story a few days later
  • You do everything for him when he’s hurt despite his protests, because you know he downplays his pains
  • Nothing ever comes between you guys
  • You fully trust each other
  • You keep each other sane
Own Me

Pairing: Sam x Reader
Word Count: 1,634
Warnings: dom/sub relationship, dirty talk (seriously, I went for it with this one), cursing, unprotected sex, praise!kink, finger sucking!kink, Sam begging,

A/N: This is a rewrite of Taking Turns (if you ever read it)

The door shook on its hinges as you shoved Sam against it, the air hot and electrified between the two of you. You hurriedly ripped his shirt off from the bottom up, sending buttons flying across the room. It fell with an almost silent pat at your feet, and you ran your palms over the firm expanse of hot skin and muscle in front of you.

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i looove bodyswap au’s like imagine if something happened and keith and lance switched bodies and they try to outdo each other with ridiculous really bad imitations of one another

keith (in lance’s body): ohhh look at me……. i think im hot shit…….. is that a girl???? better flirt with her and fail because im a giant DWEEB whose pickup lines are worse than that of a beached whale. also i am a loser

lance (in keiths body): YEAH well look at me, im the edgiest loser youll ever see……… i waited a half hour outside hot topic for it to open to get these fingerless gloves  

keith: one time i flew my lion and she was so offended by my terrible piloting skills that she ejected me and launched me towards the nearest moon, killing me instantly

lance: i spent a year in the desert and, as an emo, listened to only numb by linkin park every day on repeat

keith, offended: fuck you lance that is a good song

A Broken (Bare)Bone. [Credence Barebone Oneshot.]

Because I obviously love hurting myself with writing.

Originally posted by regularsblack

Title: A Broken (Bare)Bone.
Pairing: Implied - Credence Barebone x Reader.
Words: 1137
Rating: T. (Mentions of abuse.)


Shuffling around in your small kitchen, you filled the tea kettle with water before setting it on the stove, turning it on so it would heat up. The young man sitting in your living room looked like he had just faced death, or something even more vividly terrifying so you thought that a hot cup of something would bring back some sort of life to his current white as a sheet complexion. Credence was quiet for the longest time, gazing around the room before resting his eyes on his hands. There were scars there, from days past. Wounds had healed physically but so many were open mentally, he wondered if he’d ever be the same again. Credence pressed his teeth together for a moment, the ringing in his ears intensifying when he did. He had something in him that wasn’t normal. He was never normal, try though he may.

And he trusted Percival Graves to help him accomplish a more normal secure life in Magic. Not the fear he found himself constantly in. He wanted… He wanted…!

Something inside of him snapped before he could finish his thought and so his next statement came from a very careful place in his mind.

“I-I’m so afraid…” To admit something so personal and dangerous was that in itself. A danger. Continuing to staring down at his hands with doe-like brown eyes, Credence took a deep breath in. It was fire and hell to even do that much. It felt like someone had been stomping on his ribcage with all their might, trying to put out an already dead fire. The way he spoke made it apparent that his words were true. Hesitant, slow and unsure of what a reaction might bring because typically, most reactions he’s encountered haven’t been the good kind that he wanted to remember. It also appeared like he was speaking directly to his hands, though you know he was talking to you. The imagery of what he was capable of doing without meaning to was what scared him.

With his hands shaking now, he balled them into fists to contain his last bit of self-awareness at the moment. There was nothing but silence between the two of you as you poured hot water in a teacup. You know what you wanted to say and what you wanted to do, but was it appropriate. You wanted to say, ‘I know you’re afraid, Credence… I know… And I wish I could take it away, but I’m not that strong… The best I can do is…’ You’d stop talking them and embrace him like you had wanted to. You wanted to hold his cold body against yours, brush his dark hair back and tell him that eventually, things were going to be okay. Whether maternal instinct or something more, you weren’t sure but that’s what you yearned while setting the now steaming teacup in front of him.

He looked drained, as if he hadn’t slept the entire week. His face was slacked into a twisted version of its usual self, the dark circles under his eyes were heavy on his pale skin. “What if I’m not meant to keep it under control though?” He pondered out-loud and gazed up at you as you sat next to him. “What if it wants me to let go? Wants me to be the bad guy because it knows that’s who I really am?” The leaking insecurities in himself were let out in the tone of voice he was using to talk to you. It was painful to listen to so you could only imagine how painful it must have been for Credence himself to speak. It was cracking around words, some being heavier said than others as if he had lost all sort of security in talking. His breathing became slightly labored as it was harder to intake air once again. The sensation of someone stepping all over his torso found itself back in his body.

You weren’t even sure what you were going to say in this sort of situation, but you found yourself spewing his name regardless of any rational thought. “Credence.” His dark eyes left the scape of your table that he was staring at previously so he could look back at you. The abundance of fear in his eyes made you want to burst into tears. Someone so young, someone so close to you with so much on their shoulders and so much plaguing their mind… You weren’t even thinking as you raised a hand and pressed it against his sharp jawline very tenderly. The chill of his skin against yours made you gasp ever so quietly as you rubbed your fingers and hushed him. “I-I don’t know what you want me to say.” You muttered, “What… I should say…”

“Don’t… Don’t leave me like everyone else does.” He said without pulling away from your slight embrace. If anything, Credence found himself tilting his head towards your open hand and soaked in the unfamiliar warmth. That only lasted a moment before he squeezed his eyes shut and cried quietly. Literal tears weren’t shown until he opened his eyes but the moment he did it was like a waterfall. They’d build in the corner of his eyes before cascading down his face. The tears on the right side would get caught on your hand as you wiped them away. Some were getting caught on his eyelashes, and when Credence would blink, they’d be sent off. “I th-thought for the longest time… ‘I can do this alone’.” He straggled in front of you and grasped your hand tightly. “I can’t… I can’t!

“I never wanted to hurt anyone!” Credence was a bit louder than he usually was now as he sat back in his seat, pushing your hand away so he could rub his eyes with the backs of his hands. It was pointless as the tears were constantly flowing now. “I on-only wanted to feel like… I belonged somewhere…”

You felt your heart drop into your stomach at the desperation slacking behind his words. Shuffling in his seat, Credence shuddered and nodded to himself, ready to speak but you were fast to intercede, “You belong here.” Of course he did, you thought to yourself and leaned forward in your seat, “You belong here with me… I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving. I’ll stay by your side, Credence, until you don’t need me anymore.”

He got quiet once again and stared at you through wide eyes. Even in the light of the room, it was hard to see his pupils due to the natural darkness of his iris.  “I don’t want you to leave, ever…” Credence drew a deep breath into his lungs and exhaled equally as slow as his glance left yours. There was something utterly strange about the dependence he had found with you. You’d listen, you’d give advice if you could, the way you cared for him unlike anyone cared for him before was merely breathtaking in so many ways. Graves was the only other person, but even that seemed strained and forced at times.

Never with you.

Never.

“I’m always going to need you.”


Hope you guys liked! Reblogs and likes are appreciated as always! Have a good day!!!

How males deal with their significant other, ToG edition

- your significant other is angry, what do you do? 

 Rowan: throw chocolate at her, that usually does it.

 Aedion: I run for hiding

Dorian: *sexy mode on* 

 Chaol: we talk it out like normal human beings. 

 Lorcan: I can’t do anything about it! Gods damn it! 

 - your significant other is crying, what do you do? 

 Rowan: comfort her and kill whoever hurt her 

 Aedion: what he^ said 

 Dorian: crying? 

 Choal: I haven’t seen her cry before… 

 Lorcan: I don’t know… 

 - your significant other is killing a battlefield, how do you react? 

 Rowan: That’s hot Aedion: Nice~ 

 Dorian: I’m not surprised 

 Chaol: have you ever meet our females? They kill with a look… 

 Lorcan: I’m getting used to it by now… 

 - your significant other is hurt and might be dying- 

 Rowan: don’t say it! 

 Aedion: propose to her 

 Dorian: I’m not answering that… 

 Choal: help her! Lorcan: …

[a joke about cowboys here]

The seats in the bunker’s kitchen are hard.

The bunker is great—really. It’s the first place they’ve been able to call home since ever. Hot showers, great water pressure, and somehow an even better wifi connection. Seriously, no complaints.

Except, the seats in the bunker’s kitchen are hard. Really fucking hard.

“You gonna sit down or just hover like the creep at the playground?” Sam asks, not looking away from his laptop.

“Shut up,” Dean says.

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