you look more beautiful with it


These are Matt and Lance’s reactions when they first meet Allura (and she literally falls into Lance’s arms might I add)

She’s obviously like really, really beautiful, that’s been established. And if from first glance these are regular boys’ reactions to her; you might think, hey, maybe if she fell into Keith’s arms literally romantic style he’d have an even more flustered and awe struck reaction…



Now you’re probably thinking, maybe Keith just isn’t into Allura like that because he doesn’t have romantic feelings for her. Well you’re right, but it’s also because he doesn’t have romantic feelings for girls at all LOOL.

Keith doesn’t have to be screaming into the void as a reaction to literally holding Allura in his arms like this, but he’d still atleast have some sort of reaction you know? He’d look even a little bit flustered. But he doesn’t, like, at all. 

His reaction is even literally the same when she’s not in his arms anymore

He gives 0 fucks to have just made contact with a girl even though Allura is clearly flustered/embarrassed

But then when someone like Rolo, who is obviously a male and most likely attractive (I’m guessing), comes into the picture doing literally nothing, just look at Keith subtly checking him out, his smirk and posture literally give it all away



Latest and Greatest -  New Fic Recs 

There has been such a deluge of great fics recently that I felt the urge to collect a few of my recent favorites and recommend them in case you missed any of these. No particular theme…just that I loved them, thought they were beautifully written, and deserve as many eyes on them as possible!

Howls Like a Beast (You Flower, You Feast) by Anonymous

France, 1754.
Château de Versailles.

“You don’t love me,” Louis had said, utterly blasé as he callously fractured the heart of a Harry that was just barely eighteen.

“I do,” Harry had insisted pleadingly, green eyes already watering.

Louis had rolled his eyes, exasperated and flippant in the way only beautiful, young boys could be when faced with the affections of a baby prince. He had run his finger down Harry’s cheek then, had forced him to look into his eyes as he delivered the final blow.

“You’ll change your mind once you’ve seen more of the world,” Louis had teased, pressing a brutally delicate kiss onto Harry’s lovely, pure cheek. “Once you’ve been properly defiled.” He had whispered filthily, delighted by the gasp he heard, the frantic pink blush that had rested high on Harry’s cheeks, the power he had felt at knowing he could make the Crown Prince squirm.

Yellow by 13ways / @13ways-of-looking

The city of Gotham turns blood red with a new, mysterious criminal element, a beautiful woman named the Blind Cupid.

She threatens to tear the fabric of the city apart, aided by her deadly protégé, the Cat.

Can Batman stop them?

Will he resist the bewitching allures of the Cat?

A Batman/ Catwoman AU

We’re What’s Right in This World by BriaMaria / @briannamarguerite

“Why did you talk like that in Brighton? If you weren’t planning on ever telling me?” Louis asked. “Is it because you think you’re going to die?”

“It’s war, Lou,” Harry said finally.

The words were a knife slipped between his ribs. Everything hurt and he was bleeding. He shifted up, his palms cradling Harry’s jaw, his lips against his boy’s. Not kissing, just resting there, so Louis could feel him. “Promise you’ll come back to me.”

Harry’s hands smoothed down the sides of Louis’ body. “You know I can’t do that. I’ll never lie to you.”

“Promise me. We’re going to have our cottage. And our dogs. And our breakfast in the garden where nothing grows because of the wind from the sea. Promise me.”

“I won’t.” Stubborn as always, his boy. “I’ll promise you, I’ll love you all my life. I’ll promise you, you’ll never leave my thoughts. I’ll promise you, you’re my forever and my always. But promising you something I can’t cheapens the things I can.”
Or the World War II AU where Harry goes off to fight and all Louis wants to do is be the boy who brings him home.

Walk That Mile by purpledaisy / @daisyharry

Harry stares at him, the line of his jaw standing out scarily. “I wanted to get the most out of this trip so I planned it carefully.” His voice is low and steady and somehow that’s worse than when he was yelling. “So far, you’ve put your sticky fingers on everything I’ve tried to do.”

“Sticky fingers?” Louis repeats, offended. “Are you saying it’s my fault you got stung by a bee? Had you been alone you would have gotten halfway to the Dotty Diner and ran the car off the road because of an allergic reaction, so don’t go blaming me.”

“Polk-A-Dot Drive In,” Harry spits before getting out of the car. He slams the door shut with a deafening reverb and Louis rolls his eyes.
A Route 66 AU where falling in love was never part of the plan.

No One Like You by MyOwnSpark / @myownsparknow

Dear Niall,

I was glad to have the chance to talk with you again at the AHA conference. Your idea that the Musee D’Orsay Tomlinson painting is in fact not a self-portrait is an intriguing one, and I may have discovered something that will have a bearing on that theory.

Some background: as you may remember, I’ve been researching for a book I’m writing about Harry Styles. I’ve been in communication with Styles’ last living descendant, who is in possession of a trunk that her family believed to have belonged to Styles himself. It held some personal items she presumes to be his, including two unmounted paintings and a small collection of letters.

Upon spending the last few days in Provins studying these items, I believe there to be a connection between Tomlinson and Styles, and I would very much like your opinion.

Are you up for a trip to France?

Liam Payne

Where Liam and Niall are art historians discovering the truth about two nineteenth century painters on opposite sides of an artistic divide.

hope you guessed my name by @juliusschmidt

Harry blows out a breath, testing.


The flames dance in mid-air before flickering out. Tonight they are orange like the globe of the sun before it slips beneath the horizon.

Harry is a hungry devil and Louis is his unsuspecting prey.

Through Eerie Chaos by mediawhore / @mediawhorefics

For as long as anyone can remember, Old Hillsbridge Manor has always been believed to be haunted. Everyone in the village agrees and keeps a respectful, fearful, distance. New in town after a bad breakup and an internship that led to disappointment rather than a permanent job, Harry Styles figures taking pictures of the decrepit building could be a great new creative project. Or at least a much-needed distraction while he searches for a job and crashes at his parents’ new house. No one warned him about the apparitions though; about the music, the laughter, the people who flicker and vanish when you call after them, the echoes of a past that should be long gone… Harry has never believed in spirits but even he can admit that there’s something weird going on. What starts as mere curiosity evolves into a full-blown investigation and soon enough, Harry finds himself making friends with an aristocrat from the 1920s and struggling with finding the best way to tell him that he’s dead.

The Ghost Hunter AU where Niall lives to prove ghosts are real, Zayn is a skeptical librarian and Harry gets caught up in a century-old mystery and catches feeling in the process.

Strange How the Half Light by aheavenlyrush

It’s been two weeks now. Two weeks of tossing and turning in his bed, waking up sticky with sweat, head pounding.

“Your moon is so different from mine, did you know?” the boy, Harry, murmurs, and Louis flushes red, glad the dark of the night hides the blush on his cheeks. Thinking about sweaty nights thrashing around in his bed isn’t the best idea right now. Not here, next to this boy. Some mornings, Louis could swear he wakes up with Harry’s scent on his pillow.

In the light of the moon, Harry tells stories about the places beyond the stars, and Louis wonders about the curve of his lips.

Caught By the Sun by metal_eye / @metal-eye

“He came every summer. It wasn’t even a question. Harry and his parents—one step, one real—picked up their lives, packed it into a car, and drove long enough to land at the ends of the earth.

"The cabin had been in his family for a hundred years. There was no TV, no phone, no computer, no radio. There were decks of cards and plastic deer and marbles. There were skis and leaves and a tree house.

"And then there was Louis.”

Or, Harry and Louis meet every summer at the lake.

Divine by metal_eye / @metal-eye

When angels fall.

Don’t Want Shelter by FullOnLarrie / @fullonlarrie

Louis and Harry have known each other all their lives. Friends as children, they danced around each other as teenagers, and have spent the last twenty-five years either screaming at each other or not speaking at all. Except for that one time ten years ago…

When Hurricane Nicole threatens the coast, they end up stuck together in their families’ old vacation home that they begrudgingly co-own.

During the storm, and in the months after, they’re both forced to reevaluate their history and what they mean to each other.

I have a “to read” list a mile long….so I’m sure I’ll be adding to this! Let me know if you’ve read these and what you think…I always love screaming about great fics! 

anonymous asked:

Well, in light of this new Bim headcanon, I'm gonna have to ask for some more Suit Bros, if you wouldn't mind.

Bim is arranging a bouquet of flowers on Dark’s desk when the black and white Ego comes back in from a rather heated meeting with the Brothers Warfstache.

“Wh-what is this?” Dark looks at the beautiful arrangement and back at Bim as the smiling host continues to fidget with the design.

“Oh, I’ve been working on my flower arranging skills for some time now, and I just thought that… you know, in light of recent events… that you might like something pretty to look at.” Bim finally quits messing with the flowers and takes a step back. “There. How’s that?”

Dark has to admit that the flowers are stunning. Bim truly has an eye for arranging, but he’s so shocked that he can’t even begin to react properly. “I didn’t ask for this,” he mutters, stepping closer to get a better look.

Bim shakes his head. “That’s the idea of a gift, Dark. You don’t ask for it.”

Dark traces his fingers over the silky petal of a lily and sighs. It’s kind of him, too kind. Dark knows what working for Wilford is like, and he imagines that it allows very little personal time for the younger Ego. He really can’t wrap his mind around this one.

Maybe he once could’ve understood, a very long time ago.

Bim continues to smile as he backs towards the door. “Take care of yourself, Dark.” The door clicks shut behind him.

Dark looks back over his shoulder, and even though Bim is already gone, “You too, Trimmer.”

I uh, think that if this is Jay’s best threatening face, it isn’t very effective. xD  Looks more like someone’s been flirting with him and he’s being bashful and can’t hide a smile. x’D

You Deserve More Than Me- Part 2

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary- You are King Stevens beloved little sister, who is hopelessly in love with his best friend High Duke James. The only problem is James refuses to see you when he gets home from battle.

Message- Yeah, so there’s going to be a part 3 to this. Sorry about that!!! Sorry if this sucks!! 

Word Count-1125

“You look beautiful, Princess.” Your handmaiden says as she puts your tiara on your head.

“Thank you.” You murmur as you take in your appearance. You and Bucky had gone to your brother the day he had proposed to you. As you predicted Steve gave his blessing, and soon plans were being made, dresses where being designed and invitations were being sent out by to your kingdoms allies. Tonight was the night before your wedding and since many of the guests had arrived today, you were having a feast with them all tonight. After you get up you hear a knock at your door, your handmaiden opens it and you see Bucky and your brother waiting in the doorway.

“You look lovely, darling.” Bucky says as he leans down do kiss your cheek. Some of his hair tickles your face.

“If you do not cut your hair soon, I will start braiding it.” You say as you grin at him.

“Whatever makes you happy.” Bucky says as he offers you his arm for you to take. You grin up at him and wrap your arm around his and the three of you start walking to the stair case.

“Where is Natasha?” You ask Steve.

“She said that she would meet me at the feast.” Steve whispers and then sighs.

“Things will improve, just give it time. Perhaps she is still adjusting.” Bucky says as he gives Steve a half smile.

“You are right, it has only been 4 months.” Steve murmurs as you all stop at the top of the stairs, waiting to be announced. Once you are the three of you make your way down the stairs. You look around the room and notice Natasha and Clint standing next to King Anthony and his wife.

“Let us all go speak to Tony, it has been so long since we have seen him.” You say to Bucky and your brother. They both nod and the three of you make your way over to the little group. “Tony!” You call, when you get closer to him.

“Y/N! I haven’t seen you since you were a child. Look at you, you really did grow up gorgeous. You really lucked out Bucky.” Tony says as he pulls you into a hug.  

“Stark.” Bucky grumbles. Then he turns to Tony’s wife, Pepper. “It’s good to see you.”

“Likewise.” Pepper says.

“So, how do the two of you know Princess Natasha?” You ask.

“Oh! We are cousins, our mothers are sisters. Did she not tell you before we arrived?” Pepper asks as her eyebrows furrow in confusion. Before you can answer another guest calls to you and Bucky, so you excuse yourselves to go say hello. You are separated from Steve and Bucky about halfway through the party and you go to find Tony. That’s when you hear.

“There customs and people here are so strange. Did you know Princess Y/N came out and just asked Clint if he and I were having an affair? They are brash and straightforward. Two things that I am not.  How am I expected to assimilate?” Natasha whispers to Pepper.

“I know it all seems strange, but that is not necessarily bad. Many of the customs in this Kingdom are shared by mine and my husbands. I know you are struggling with the idea of sharing a bed with him, but it is not so bad. I share one with Tony.” Pepper says and Natasha makes a face of disgust.

“But you and Tony learned to love one another, I do not think that will ever happen with me and King Steven.” Natasha mumbles.

“Maybe a good first step would be calling him Steve. Also get to know Y/N, they are very close and you will never truly be welcomed by the citizens of this kingdom unless you have her approval, for she is a most beloved princess. Who is about to marry a war hero, that lead his armies valiantly and bravely. From what I hear many citizens are hoping that they produce the next heir. Speaking of heirs, when was the last time you and your husband shared a bed?”  Peppers asks and Natasha blushes at the question.

“Our wedding night.” Natasha whispers.

“Natasha, you’re place here is not secured until you provide Steve with a child.” Pepper says. You were about to intervene, but before you can Tony comes and asks you to dance with him.

“You know how I feel about dancing, I have two left feet.” You joke before making your way over to your brother and Bucky.

“Hello, my love.” Bucky murmurs as he uses his arm to pull you close to his side. “I cannot wait to marry you tomorrow.

“Me too.” You whisper into his shoulder.


You are surrounded by handmaidens as they run around preparing you for your wedding day. You were sitting quietly in your seat as they tutted around you, you make small talk with them. You are all giggling like young girls when all of a sudden there is a sharp knock on your door. One of your handmaidens opens it and you see Natasha standing awkwardly in the doorway.

“Hello.” You say as you give her a small smile.

“Hello, Princess Y/N.” Natasha murmurs

“You can call me Y/N, we are sisters after all.” You say and Natasha smiles at you.

“In my kingdom we have a custom that the bride should have something blue on her for good luck. I know that it is not tradition here, but I thought–.” Natasha stammers.

“Thank you.” You say as you take the small box from her. Inside is a spall hair comb that has blue gemstones on the end. “It’s lovely.”

“Your welcome.” Natasha says. “Would you like help putting it in your hair?”

“That would be lovely, thank you.” You say back. The two of you make frivolous small talk until it is time for her to go.

You don’t remember much of the ceremony or much of the feast after. What you do remember is Bucky and you laughing as you run down the hall to your new shared chambers. When the two of you enter the chambers you kiss, it’s messy and passionate and you use both your teeth and tongue. When you go to pull Bucky’s shirt off he pulls away from you.

“I-uh think its best that the shirt stays on.” He mumbles as he looks down at his feet.

“I love you, scares and all. You are my husband now and I want to see you- all of you.” You say as you pull him in for another kiss. The rest of the night is spent bringing each other pleasure, over and over again.

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When they see you in your Wedding dress

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

Namjoon imagines slipping you out of the dress, dirty thoughts going through his mind. You guys would probably miss half the reception.

Originally posted by jjilljj

Jim has been dreaming of the day he would get to marry his queen. He smiles as you walk towards him looking as beautiful if not more than he imagined.

Originally posted by jaayhope

J-Hope would be a giggling, blushing mess. He would be smiling and quietly shuffling his feet, in a desperate attempt not to run to you in the middle of your march.

Originally posted by cyyphr

Yoongi would just smile, smile and smile as his beautiful bride makes her way down the walk. You would blush from his gaze, and constant smile.

Originally posted by jimiyoong

As Jimin watches you walking towards him he makes eye contact and mouths “You’re so beautiful.” You smile at your feet and blush.

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

Taehyung would be so proud that you were his. Exclusively. He would also probably whistle at you, making the guests laugh, and you to blush.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Jungkook would not be able to compose himself. He would walk down the hall, grab you in his arms and kiss you. “Yah! It’s not even time for that yet!!!”

The Man with the Chevy Impala: A Dean Winchester Imagine

So this is a little Dean imagine that I just decided to write. I don’t really have anything else to say about it, other than it’s my attempt at trying to be cute, and I think it’s kinda bad. Hope you guys like it, enjoy x 

About two years ago, Dean Winchester was nothing more to you than the man with the 1967 Chevrolet Impala. When you’d first seen it, it had been in a parking lot outside the school you taught at. You’d found it to be a stunning car, well looked after, the surfaces gleaming as the sunlight hit them. You couldn’t help but peer inside, and found yourself admiring the leather interior. 

It wasn’t long before you were interrupted. 

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”

“Stunning. Is she yours?”

“Yeah, she’s mine.”

Turning to face the owner of the male voice, you weren’t surprised to find him just as well kept as the car itself. He had green eyes that reminded you of trees in the springtime, and that any girl would be lucky to be the subject of. He wore a suit and tie, one that clung to him to suggest a well built body underneath the fabric. For a moment, you were lost for words. 

“You okay there, ma’am?”

“Um, yes. Sorry,” you spluttered as his lips pulled into a smirk, “It’s just, your car, she’s amazing.” You internally rolled your eyes at yourself, knowing you were terrible at talking to attractive men. 

The man with the green eyes smiled. 

“Thanks. I don’t mean to sound too forward, but do you happen to work here?”

“Um, yes. I’m an English teacher, Y/N Y/L/N,” you reached out to shake his hand, which he took with eagerness. His skin was calloused, causing goosebumps to appear on your arms. Surely, he wasn’t real. He reached into his jacket to pull out his badge. 

“Agent Criss, FBI. My partner, Agent Frehley, is just inside. We’re here about the death of one of your students, Kyle Josephs.”

“Criss and Frehley? Like KISS? Right, sorry. Kyle, it was a shock to us all.”

“I expect it was. Do you know anyone that would want to hurt him?”

“Not that I’m aware of, but I’ll let you know if I think of anything.”

He passed you his card, and as you took it, his fingers brushed against yours. 

“Thank you, Miss Y/L/N. We’ll be in touch. Feel free to carry on looking at the car.”

You blushed as he walked back into the school. You were sure that the man with the Chevy Impala was not one that you would easily forget. 

The next week was possibly the strangest of your life. You’d discovered that the supernatural existed, Kyle having been killed by an ex-girlfriend who had turned out to be a witch. Agents Frehley and Criss had turned out not to be FBI agents at all. In fact, they were hunters by the name of Sam and Dean Winchester. 

Dean. The name suited him. 

You’d been there when they’d killed the witch, after she had tried to attack you. Needless to say you were shaken up, and the two brothers had made the decision to stay in town just to check that you were okay. 

And then you’d shown up at the motel. 

You’d sat there in bed, too scared to move. It was then that you realised that you were tired of being scared. You wanted to be able to protect yourself, and it wasn’t long before you found yourself in your car, driving to their door. 

You knew it was their motel; it was obvious from the car. That beautiful, beautiful car. 

The door opened to reveal Dean. 

“Um, hi?”

“I want to come with you. I don’t want to be a teacher anymore. I want to be a hunter and I want you and Sam to teach me. I want, I want-”

Dean seemed to understand, pulling you into his arms as you broke down. When you’d eventually ceased crying, you looked at the man holding you, finding yourself lost in those pools of green. 

And then you kissed him. 

Now, two years on, you were living at the bunker with the Winchester brothers, Sam having become your best friend, Dean, the man you loved. To you, he would always be the man with the Chevy Impala, a car that had become your safe haven, a place to escape to when the supernatural world became too much to handle. It was the place you and Dean had shared your first time together; it held too many memories to count. Laughter, cries, smiles and tears. They all took place in that car. 

They all took place at home. 

Currently, you were perched in the backseat, reading the book that you had stashed under the seat, leaving your own mark on Dean’s baby. You were too engrossed in the world the book provided to notice Dean looking at you through the window, and when you finally did, you felt your heart warm at the laugh that escaped him. 

“You scared the life out of me. Jesus, Dean.”

“Quit whining, sweetheart.”

He opened the car door, lifting up your legs and placing them on his lap as he sat down. 

“You okay?”, the sincerity in his voice was endearing. It had been a rough hunt, and even though you were skilled, sometimes it still fell to Sam and Dean to pull you out of the fire. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired, that’s all.”

You leaned over, pressing a chaste kiss on Dean’s lips, his hand cupping your cheek. It was hard to believe that he was yours. 

Dean smiled. 

“I’ll leave you to it then.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too,” came the reply from the eldest Winchester, the man with the 1967 Chevrolet Impala.


I live in a very small country the world barely knows about, although we’re getting some visibility now thanks to people like Cristiano Ronaldo, Salvador Sobral, and even Madonna who chose our beautiful country to live in.

We never did appreciate it enough.

When I looked outside my window yesterday, the air was filled with dark, grey smoke. And in the horizon, I could see the dark orange flames eating away at the outskirts of my city. You see, I live in a small city, 15 minutes away from the beach. And the path to which is surround by green. I mean, was.

For the past two days, my country has been burning. 36 people are dead. 62 are hurt. Hundreds more have lost their homes. Countless animals lost their homes and even their lives. 80% of our beautiful, green forest has now turned to ashes. The air is so thick with ash and smoke that we can barely breath. My home will never be the same again, I might not live long enough to see it even come close to what it once was. My country is dying. And no one is talking about that.

We stood with France when they needed us. We stood with London, we stood with Barcelona, we stood with Las Vegas. We stood with Puerto Rico. We stand with the whole world when they need us. The world stopped with all of the tragedies that have happened all over the world this year alone. So why isn’t anyone talking about us now?

We are here. We matter. We are devastated with the huge loss that we suffered. But we’re still standing. And we want the world to notice us too.

The Business of Flirting - Rafael Barba x Reader

From my 300 Celebration (REQUESTS OPEN), for @skittle479
Character: Rafael Barba | Prompt:  #24. “Don’t you know I’m just a lot like you?”
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Warnings: None, set after 18x02

Originally posted by obsessed-north

The bar was quiet, the whiskey strong, the day exhausting.  

At least, it was over. At least, he’d won the case.  

Still, it didn’t soothe the pain on his chest. Which was nothing but his fault; it was him who started the fight. It was him who accused you of coercing the witness, of flirting with him.

What an ass he’d been.  

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marcuskaen  asked:

Lucien x Jean + #15 (yes I'm still on the kissing prompts)

15. Kiss on the back; ~1450 words

Lucien wrung his hands nervously in front of him, pacing back and forth in front of her bedroom door. He wanted–needed–to show her. With a deep breath, he stopped and knocked on her door. 

Jean opened the door and his breath caught: she was truly beautiful. The soft light of the lamp illuminated behind her, forming a halo-effect around her curling hair. Her face was devoid of any makeup and her eyes brightened when she saw him.

Lucien wasn’t sure how it was possible to fall more in love with someone every time you looked at them. 

She smiled at him and opened the door wider, allowing him in. “Lucien? It’s late. Was something the matter?”

Entering the room, he took a moment to inhale. The room was permeated in Jean’s smell: her perfume, minty toothpaste, and freshly cut flowers. It was a comforting scent and he couldn’t wait until they shared the same bedroom so this was with him always. 

“Lucien?” The worry was evident in her voice. 

He turned to face her, eyes downcast. “Jean, I wanted to talk to you about our wedding night.” 

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Why do you say only Jensen was propositioned? I’m sure older men would want to take advantage of a beautiful lanky twink Jared. when i look at pics of current J2 together, if anything Jared looks more delicate in the face

Hello, dear anon!

Isn’t it a little unfair to message me on anon about what I say on my locked up twitter account? If you’re following me there, why don’t you feel safe with asking me directly about what I meant? Here’s a screenshot for those who don’t follow me. It was in reply to this thread

Now, if you’re thinking I meant that Jensen was more attractive than Jared when they were young, you’re wrong. I think they were and are extremely attractive, both of them. If you’d ask me which one I think is hotter, I’d still be here thinking about it next week. I’m quite sure they have both heard their fair share of inappropriate propositions, especially in their younger days. 

Look, James van deer Beek tweeted this a while back.

It made me think of Dawson’s Creek and how Jensen also starred in that show for a while. So by this tweet alone, my mind made up a scenario that James’ experience might’ve been during his DC days and Jensen might’ve been around those ass-grabbing sons of bitches as well. 

Far-fetched? Yeah, very. This is why my Twitter account is locked. I don’t want to weigh every. single. word. before I post my thoughts. It’s my place for informal chatter, while my blog is where I publish some more finalized thoughts. The next time I say something that strikes you as strange, please don’t hesitate to contact me there. It seems odd to me that someone who I’ve hand-picked and accepted to view my account would only dare ask me something on anon. I’m not that intimidating, I hope!

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

anonymous asked:

What makes you think that still is CC not klaine? Im totally a cc shipper so i was just wondering to keep my mind at rest

Anon, clearly I am not going to argue that this was taken while filming Come What May and that it was a Klaine duet. Here is the link to @crissquare‘s post that has sparked this conversation (x)

But look at this photo. There is so much more going on in this picture than two people playing a couple and in character. And the fact is, it is so beautiful, yet it was not part of the scene. Why did they cute this?

Look at Chris. He is kissing Darren’s shoulder. I promise you that was not in the script nor did they learn that in choreography for the scene. And the way they are embracing and their bodies come together. They look so at piece and so in love.

Anyhow, my interpretation of a picture Clearly, I love it as it is my icon.  Could I be wrong? yes, yes I could.  But I will say, I rarely, outside of the kisses that go much further than required for a family friendly show, ever use Klaine as an example of CC.  On this picture, i truly believe they forgot they were filming a scene, that there were others on set, and that the cameras were rolling.

Originally posted by little--batman

Originally posted by paradisefotografias

The sound of the shutter on the camera clicked once more as Bucky took another picture. It was Elizabeth’s first Halloween and he had to capture every little moment of it. As he continued to take one shot after another, Elizabeth smiled up at him with that sweet little grin.

“She is just too cute!” you had to exclaim as she made another pat and pull on her dress. She babbled to herself as she looked it over again and again, clearly enjoying the attention she was getting.

Elizabeth was dressed as a mini Belle from Beauty and the Beast, but to Bucky she was putting Belle to shame. The minute you had seen the costume in the store, you knew it was a winner.

“She is, isn’t she?” Bucky smiled sweetly back at his precious little daughter. He felt as if his heart would explode from how much he loved her.

“Give me the camera, I want to get a pic of her and her daddy,” you said as you stole the camera from his fingers.

Bucky walked over and leaned down, scooping the girl in his strong arms. “Wanna take a picture with daddy?” he asked as the Lizzy giggled playfully in his arms. He was dressed as the Beast, minus the mask, so he could match with her perfectly. They really did look amazing.

“Alright everyone look here. Lizzy, look at mommy. One, two, three.”

The shutter clicked and you captured yet another amazing picture between Bucky and his daughter. Those two melted your heart every time.

Bucky turned back to Lizzy. “You want to go Trick-or-Treating? Hmm?” he excitedly asked her.

Lizzy began to babble and bounce in his arms, matching the excitement of his voice.

“We can hit a few of the neighbors and get her on camera,” he addressed you. “I wanna get everything on video.”

“Yes, sir,” you said as you smiled and mockingly saluted him before grabbing the small, orange, plastic pumpkin basket on the table.

He opened the door and walked out into the children filled streets, ready to show off his daughter to all the little ghosts and goblins.

Coffee shop au

  • Alex works the opening shift at the coffee shop on campus and every time he goes to open the shop there’s this woman waiting outside at 5 am
  • Like she looks flawless, he’s amazed each time he sees her because what college student is able to be up before 5 for coffee?
  • He’s tied between wanting to know how she does it and asking her out
  • So, one day she’s waiting outside the coffee shop for it to open. Alex is walking up to open and when he sees her, he’s just in shock. She looks so beautiful and there’s this cute blue bow in her hair and he can barely function due to a lack of sleep and how pretty she is.

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Kiss me ~ part one

Genre: fluff 

Originally posted by rapmini

 You had just moved into town. New town, new people, new friendships, new personalities, new relationships, new everything. It was your first year of university and shockingly the school allowed boy girl roommates. You had no idea who your roommate was all you knew was his name, Namjoon. You parked your car in front of the building a grabbed your backpack. You slung it over your shoulders and go to the truck to get your suitcase. You close the trunk and walk into the building praying for it to be a good year. You get your dorm number and make your way up to the room nervous as hell. You go to knock but your shaking so much it’s not even a knock at this point, it’s more like a soft delicate banging. You’re looking at your feet until the door swings open. You look at him in the eyes, god was he beautiful. He shined his smile and invites you in. “ Hey, I’m Namjoon. I’m guessing you y/n?” You shake your head and walk around the small room to get to your bed. It was completely silent as you unpack your bags and make your bed. Namjoon sits on his bed and plays on his phone. Once everything is organized he speaks up. “ Umh, so this your first year?” and you shyly nod once again. “ Hmm, not much of a talker are you?” He’s obviously trying to start a conversation. You can’t just be quiet the whole year so you decide to respond. “ Yeah, I’m really scared actually. Everything is new for me.” He smiles at your voice and he nods. “ I am a talker, trust me. I’m just shy around cute guys.” You turn around and scrunch your eyebrows together out of instant regret. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say that, I-I’m sorry.” he chuckles at your response “It’s okay, you’re cute too.” he says walking over to your bed. He picks up your journal and looks at the cover. “What’s this?” You quickly snatch it from his hands. “Oh that, it’s nothing.” you saying placing it behind you. “ Oh really? Cause it looked like a journal that said ‘Dream dates’ on it.” “Oh, then I guess it is something.” He flashes his dimples at you and turns around to look at the city. “It’s getting late, don’t ya think? Do you have any morning classes?” You were staring at his dimples, you loved them and he caught you so he had to wave a hand in front of your face. You snap out of your trance and awkwardly stumble on your words. “ Uh, sorry what did you say?” “ I asked if you had any morning classes.” You turn around to grab your nightwear “ Yeah I have chemistry and algebra, you?” “I take all my classes in the morning so I have the nights free.” You smile knowing you two will most likely be alone every single night at the dorm by yourself. “ Yeah me too, I take morning and afternoon classes, But I’ll have nothing to do since I have no friends here yet.” you say sighing hinting towards him. “ I can introduce you to my friends tomorrow night!” You smile “ That’d be great Namjoon. Thanks.” You grab your clothes and head to the bathroom to get ready to go to bed. The dorm is completely dark and you’re terrified of the dark. Namjoon was in the bed across from you and you two exchanged numbers earlier in case one of you two needed something. You were hesitant on texting him. You wanted him to come lay with you but you barely even knew him and you already liked him a little too much. You set your phone down and try to fall asleep. You look at the clock 11pm, you sigh and roll over so your back is facing him. He speaks up and it slightly startled you. His deep raspy voice spoke out “Y/n are you still awake?” and you were hesitant on answering but you did. “Y-yes. Is something wrong?” you try to whisper in a cute voice but you sounded way too deep and cutely talking just wasn’t your thing. “ No, I’m just really excited about having a new roommate and I can’t sleep.” You let a small breathy laugh. “ Me too, get to sleep nerd. You’re gonna be tired.” He laughs and turns around. “Goodnight y/n.” “Goodnight,joonie.” You can’t believe you just called him a nickname, you’re taking things to fast, but that’s just who you are. 

     It reached morning, it was 7am and Namjoon was already up attempting to cook breakfast. You look at him confusingly and speak up “Namjoon, you’re supposed to crack the egg before you cook it.” He looks at you and looks back down at the pan. “Oh. That’s why it wasn’t cooking.” You roll your eyes and get up to help him. Your classes didn’t start until 8:30 so you had about an hour. This morning was amazing. The sun was peeking perfectly through the curtains, shining perfectly on his face. You two were laughing and just enjoying that moment. You were already comfortable with him and you already trusted him. After you two finish the eggs you attempted to help him cook, you got up to get dressed for class. It was chilly that morning and you forgot your sweatshirt, great the one thing you needed you forgot. You throw on some jeans and a long sleeve shirt and some casual vans. You head to the bathroom and brush your teeth, throw a tad bit of natural makeup and fix up your hair. You grab your backpack and you reach for the door handle but stop when Namoon calls your name. “Y/n where’s your jacket? You’re gonna freeze!” “ I forgot mine at home, It’s fine. I can just buy a new one once I get the money.” He takes off his sweatshirt and hands it to you. “Here, take mine. I don’t want you to get sick.” he says with a smile. You smile back and take his warm sweatshirt, “Thank you, I’ll try not to ruin it.” you saying jokingly and walk our of the dorm. 

      While you’re walking to class in his sweatshirt you play the back the small memories you’ve had with him and you haven’t even known him for 24 hours. You two were comfortable with each other and that’s what you liked, you felt like he was you’re best friend, the one friend you’ve always needed. Your heart is pounding at a almost inhuman pace. ‘Is this love at first sight?’ you thought to yourself, but you shake the thought of your head once you reach the teaching building. You sit in class daydreaming about him. It’s about 11am and your morning classes are done. You walk into the cafe down the street and grab a coffee to go and go back to the dorm. You walk in and hang your backpack on the hook and kick off your shoes. You look at Namjoon and he’s reading your ‘Dream date’ journal. You gasp and run over to him. “Namjoon! What are you doing?!’’ He laughs “Y/n this stuff is adorable, why are you embarrassed by it?” You sigh in realization and take the journal from his hand placing it on a shelf above your bed. “Because! I don’t want someone just reading how I want my first date to be like!” He looks up at you in shock “You’ve never had a boyfriend? How?! You’re perfect! Who wouldn’t want to date you?” You look at him in shock replaying what he just said. “ I-I’m sorry too soon, But… I’d really like to take you on that date y/n. I know we barely know each other but I really like you and if we are gonna be living together all year then we might as well become closer. So let me take you out tonight,please.” You choke at his words and blush so hard you look like a firetruck. “N-Namjoon, That was so sweet. I’d love to go out with you tonight.” 

Maybe him reading that book wasn’t so bad as you thought, Unless he reached the back where things got less innocent.

    It reached five o’clock and you both were done with your classes. You had packed only casual clothes and didn’t really have anything dressy. You shrugged your shoulders and threw on the nicest thing you packed. A black skirt, a maroon sweater which was tucked into the short shirt, black tights and some tan boots. You take your hair down and fix up your make up. You’re about to walk about to go meet Namjoon in the park. You exit the building at about six o’clock and start walking. You reach the park and there you saw Namjoon sitting by himself on a bench. He was dressed casually too. Black pants paired with a yellow hoodie with pink doughnuts on it. He looked so adorable and you could barely contain your excitement. He looks up from his phone when he senses someone staring at him and you wave at him walking up to him. He stands up looking at you from head to toe. “ Y/n you look, gorgeous.” You blush harder then you ever have in your life. You cover your face with your hands and he pulls them away. “You look quite fine yourself.” you say with a smile. He smiles back and he just stares into your eyes for a while. “N-namjoon are you okay?” He snaps out of his trance “ I’m sorry, you just look so perfect, uhm do you wanna walk around town? I know of this really nice clothing shop down the street if you want to go there?” he says nervously. “Sure!” He smiles at your response and you two start walking down the busy towns sidewalk. It has been about 2 hours and your feet were starting to hurt but you didn’t say anything. While you and Namjoon were walking to a restaurant he noticed your tiny limp. “Y/n are you okay? Do we need to sit down somewhere?” “No, my feet hurt a little bit that’s all.” He looks at you with sympathy and tells you to sit on the bench outside of the to-go restaurant. You sit down and he walks in to order your food. He comes back outside after about 5 minutes and sits next to you. “They said it’ll be about a 20 minute wait.” You nod your head and look back down and think to yourself. This man was so perfect, how could someone not love him? This night was just like you dreamed, it was perfect. i think I’ve fallen in love. You turn to look at him and there he is staring at his hand. You look at him in confusion and look down at his hand, his pinkie is twitching above yours. It obvious he wanted to hold it so you take a huge step and intertwine your cold fingers with his and you can feel your body and his relax. You look at him and he looks at you, you two are slowly leaning in looking at each others eyes and lips back and forth. Your faces about 3 inches away from each others until a worker comes shouting out startling you both.  “Order number 17!” Namjoon takes his hand away from yours and he reaches for his wallet. He already spent money on you earlier buying you a ton of clothes so you reach for your backpack and hand $35 to the worker and take the food. The worker smiles and you both and walk inside. “Y/n, why did you pay? I had enough money.” You pull him aside and look at him in the eyes “Namjoon, this night has been perfect. From the very beginning to this very moment, you have treated me like a princess. It’s the least I could do.” He looks into your eyes and he smashes his lips against yours. You stand there for a moment until you kiss him back. You pull away from him and he apologizes “I-I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” You look at him and smile “It’s okay joonie, I loved it. It made this perfect night even better.” He interlocks his fingers with yours once again and you two walk back to the dorms. Once you reach the dorms you two get changed. Your wearing thin leggings and his sweatshirt that he was wearing tonight. He’s only wearing grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. You two didn’t have any classes tomorrow so you could stay up all night if you wanted to. You both lay in your bed and he throws on a movie. You’ve only known him for 48 hours and you’re already in love with him. You finally said it, you love him. You’ve never believed in love at first sight, but now you’re experiencing it. he wraps his arm around you and there you were. In love with a man you met 2 days ago, watching a movie, cuddling, and just enjoying each others presence. You loved it here and you could tell this was gonna be the best year of your life. It reached 1am and you had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He gently moves to crawl next to you and he wraps a blanket around you two. You were half awake and you didn’t say anything and you just tried to fall back asleep until Namjoon places a small kiss on your head and whispers “ I love you, Y/n.” and he lays down beside you and you get startled by his words but didn’t move. It took you a minute to contemplate what he has just said. You replay it a couple times and eventually relax and face him. You look at his heavy eye lids and place a soft kiss on his nose. “I love you, Namjoon.” 

anonymous asked:

Loki vs Robin Hood. Which Goro Persona do you think is cooler?

(p5 spoilers ahead)

I personally like Loki more! Also, it was quite the upgrade that he suffered coming from the first design of Loki from the SMT series. His patterns aren’t only beautiful but symbolize a better concept of chaos and control (and it’s also fun to see Loki’s new pose when he sits in his sword, it looks far more intimidating and mysterious for him).

It’s also very interesting how Goro can manage to have a armor that matches his head structure (althought I would love to see the horns in his helmet being more large, they look like such a interesting feature and it’s a waste to not use it).

But if I take the emotional value of Robin Hood, he is actually more chivalrous, which is very interesting (even if I actually was expecting Sherlock Holmes and not Robin Hood to be honest, but the way Lupin and him match is more adequate). 

kindness is good sometime i guess

so i’ll spare you guys a bit more

wilford’s just looking at one of his guns, polishing it, making sure it’s beautiful and clean

when dark just comes up behind him and hugs him for no reason

wilf’s all confused, and just asks “why are you hugging me, dark?”

and dark’s only reply is “because i wanted to.” and it’s celine talking, not damien

and wilf has no good response, and just drops the gun, hugging back, saying
“well, i was gonna come find you after i finished cleaning my gun, and hug you. but you beat me to it.”

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