#HE LOOKS HOT IN GLASSES TOO

[bl-bam-beyond]

BAM- BEAUTIFUL ASIAN MEN:

LEE SEUNG GYU

[hinamie]

for @cherryys who (rightfully!) hcs lategame megumi as having a bunch of scars befitting his status as resident punching bag

[turnipoddity]

why does ur adam have his nails painted /gen

he looks good in it lol no particular reason

[sp-the-list-tournament]

Do you think Clyde lovers are gonna match the energy from the first round?

I hope so.

That loser deserves we world with no effort from his behalf.

[romance-rambles]

modern clarence | an appropriate staring distance

While at the beach, you take a moment to appreciate your handsome boyfriend while he's taking a nap—and also when he's not.

1.2k, fluff + established relationship, reader is mc, series: none

NAVY BLUE STICKS OUT TO you the moment you open your eyes.

Your aching shoulder protests your decision to stay as you are, on your side, facing a still sleeping Clarence. Like this, he looks much younger—you're reminded of the time you had to force him to take a nap. Like this, he's simply the cute guy you managed to score not one but multiple dates with, just Clarence, instead of the incredibly smart and wonderful and kind Student Council President.

You glance at the circular table set between your two beach chairs, taking note of his glasses resting primly upon its surface. With him often having to juggle two different kinds of glasses, you'd offered to put them in your bag so that he could pack lighter. Or, as light as he can.

Right now, it's awkwardly squished behind you, miraculously still on the chair only because it's too big to fall out the gap under the armrest.

Filling in the blanks comes as easily to you as the smile on your face when you get to see your boyfriend, nearly the same one on your face right now—and the expression that goes with it is so endlessly fond that you find yourself with the urge to hit something.

Simply put, your boyfriend is a handsome man—the most handsome one, of all the men your keen eyes have gazed upon. And gazed, they certainly have. But even if they didn't have to pick, then they would gaze at only Clarence for the rest of their life..

You almost giggle at the thought, but think against it at the last minute.

But pressing your lips firmly into a thin line has the opposite effect on your budding smile. You imagine you look rather strange to anyone who passes by—what with your mockery of a wide smile and the silent scream building up in your throat, paired with the quiet thumping of your feet against the legrest.

If you were in a more private space, you would resort to kicking instead.

A proper squish to your still warm cheeks as you begin to sit up helps ease up the passion swirling chaotically across your body. You exhale, then allow your hands to slide off your face. One side of it bears the consequences of your actions more than the other.

With a one last longing at the sleeping Clarence, you start to dig through your bag for the only thing in your arsenal that could substitute for a sketchbook.

There are a few miscellaneous promotion emails waiting for you on the lockscreen. A message from Cael asking about dinner tomorrow too. Somewhere between them, there's a notice about the weather, with the temperature from an almost hour ago listed uselessly.

You swipe past them all and hurriedly slip into the camera app.

The hand holding your phone steadies itself against the armrest as you swing your legs over the edge of your chair. A thumb hovers over the capture button, vigilantly awaiting your command. The fingers of your other hand, meanwhile, busy themselves with zooming in on the captivating scenery.

With each pinch, the focus grows ever narrow—until all that remains is Clarence and nothing else.

At one point, you try to zoom into the mole under his eye, but it doesn't make for a very compelling photo. After a few attempts, quite a few of which involve staring at your screen for prolonged periods of time, you reluctantly give up.

Your pout is soon covered up by your phone. When its front camera presses against your upper lip, your gaze is free to wander back to the sleeping beauty beside you once more.

A healing effect, exclusive to him, takes hold of you instantaneously.

Eyes brimming with fondness narrow slightly. You slide off your beach chair, hands on your bent knees as you take a closer look. You can make out the shadows cast by his long lashes and the drool dribbling past his chin.

He's perfect.

You're content to stay there until your knees begin to ache, reminding you insistently that this isn't a very comfortable position to be in. As a compromise of some kind, you adjust your arms atop the nearby armrest.

It really would be better if you'd brought your sketchbook along—but, you think, remembering his workaholic tendencies, would he even bother to take a nap then?

You scrunch your nose up at the thought.

In that moment, Clarence seems sense to your presence. When you look back at him, you're greeted with the sight of confusion in his now opened, but still drowsy gaze. He blinks, and it earns him an amused grin from you.

"Morning," you say, though it's well into afternoon.

That seems to wake him up. His cheeks flush a warm pink, and he hurriedly wipes away the drool on his face, as though you haven't already committed the sight to your memory.

Clearing his throat, he responds in kind, careful to sit up in such a way that he avoids looking at you.

"You don't have to be so close...I can see you just fine."

You laugh, not unkindly. "What if I'm the one who's having trouble?"

For a moment, when he turns back to look at you, he looks alarmed. Then, his shoulders relax to the tune of a sigh, his groggy mind apparently having caught onto the fact that you were joking.

Without breaking eye contact, you reach for his glasses. But as with the issue of walking into a cave without a flashlight, even if you vaguely recall where your destination is, there's no guarantee you'll actually reach it.

"Give me a second," you mutter, your annoyance making your tone a bit too sharp.

You follow your words up with an apology. His glasses held are carefully by the frames as your sheepish gaze connects with his faintly amused one. Clarence reaches out, getting as far as grasping the slanted tips of the frame before the two of you reach a mutual agreement.

"Well." His cheeks return to being a rosy hue. He coughs politely. "If you would."

Cute. Biting your lip giddily, you shake his grip off. A quick once-over of your surroundings before you stand up shows that no one seems to be paying attention to you. And unless your friends and acquaintences have come to together to unlock the secrets of invisibility, no one you know seems to be present either.

Leaning over, you line his glasses up against his face, the tips of his frame brushing against his cheek. It takes only a moment to slot them into place—and you have enough experience with doing so that they don't snag against his ears.

It takes only a moment longer to give him an innocent peck on the lips.

"There," you murmur, not entirely satisfied with the kiss.

His Adam's apple bobs. Clarence adjusts his glasses with an awkward look that suggests he has some kind of solution to your dilemma. You, of course, beat him to the punch.

"Why—" Your voice cracks a little. "—don't we go find a different spot?"

He smiles, narrowed eyes watching you fondly. "I was about to suggest the same thing."

[cultofstan]

Pics of Doc Ock from The Clone Conspiracy Event

[brown-little-robin]

Re: spaceship story, What is one of Merx and Hestia's inside jokes?

ohhhhhh man. oh man you have unlocked A Lore

so, background: Merx wears glasses! he doesn't have hands or legs and he has very limited mobility, and he doesn't want contacts (YIKES, uncomfortable,) so glasses it is. But of course he can't put glasses on himself either, so he relies on his wife, Hestia, to put his glasses on and take them off.

And Merx generally keeps his eyes closed (to rest them and/or to concentrate on navigating) when Hestia isn't in his Helmsman's Cabin, where he's permanently installed into the spaceship hardware. There's not much to look at in his room that doesn't get old, other than Hestia, who he never gets tired of looking at. So he just has her put his glasses on every time she comes into the room and take them off when she leaves.

But, as you can imagine, people observing this sometimes get a little uncomfortable with seeing Hestia just casually sticking glasses on Merx and then taking them off when she leaves. People sometimes assume she's treating him like a dress-up doll and ask what's up with that. Which is when Merx smirks and delivers his favorite line:

"Well, duh, I only need glasses to see my hot wife better."

[estakes]

people who call makoto ugly are so wrong. are we talking about makoto yuuki from trickstar? that guy? him? makoto yuuki the former child model? are you serious?

[silverselfshippingchaos]

one thing about all my y.akuza s/is is that they love older men

[lethalitisms]

[[ i know, i know, world-ending calamity aside ... can i just say how attractive this is to me. i know he's getting stabbed in the back by his son rn, agonizing pain, etc etc. but yallah. this design does something to me. it's the claws, isn't it? definitely the claws. that and coello's bearded eddie is so yummy to me ]]

[youreyeson1y]

the no doubt mv is doing things to me

[starringvincentprice]

Brad Dourif as Al Bert (1,2,3)

Critters 4 (1992)

[childoftheriver]

The boys

[batboybisexualism]

I fucking hate weight loss ads bro I saw this and thought it was just a picture of a hot guy and was like AWOOOOOGA until I saw the caption.....why does the world hate beauty so much

[wolfram-but-art]

omg human archimedes no friggin way

[gothsuguru]

@teddybeartoji @neptuneblue @staryukis @chwoso @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat @hayakawalove

cant touch me like gojo