#I AM OBSESSED WITH HIM

[ch6sos]

✧.* nanami headcanons <3

He hums/sings while showering and feels embarrassed when confronted about it.

When someone he enjoys talking to speaks to him, he usually appears serious, but his expression is always unreadable. The expression conveys pure fondness for the person!! He enjoys hearing them ramble about their day, their lives, etc. He gives them a warm look.

Definitely a listener more than a rambler. He listens to people all the time, and remembers the small details about them. He tends to bring them up sometimes, which surprises the other person. But, he is extremely attentive to detail and loves getting to know people.

You know how in Korean dramas, the male lead is always a jack of all trades or something? Nanami is exactly that guy. Need assistance with your plumbing? He is there. Do you need to fix a lightbulb? He is there. Need help building a house? He is there.

He plays an instrument. He would play either the piano, violin, or flute.

He definitely enjoys watching movies in his spare time. When he is not doing anything, he enjoys watching movies. If he existed in the modern world, he would for sure have a Letterboxd account.

In a Modern AU, Nanami would undoubtedly be an English/History major. I do not care what anyone says. Maybe philosophy or business. But he would be one of those fine humanities majors you notice and immediately fall for.

Books are his specialty. He probably has several places where he goes to relax and read a book he recently purchased.

Speaking of books, if he gets a partner, he will read to them. He would cuddle them in bed, holding them in his arms while he read silently to them, pressing his lips against their ear, the soft, deep tone of his voice sounding like a musical masterpiece in their ear.

Pottery!! He enjoys pottery so much. He probably went to a pottery event/class when he was bored (he failed, the bowl looked like a deformed apple) but he really enjoyed the process. He definitely began to watch more videos on pottery and probably got himself a pottery wheel.

He is definitely an animal lover. he doesn't look like it, but he loves, LOVES, LOVES animals. If he sees a dog, his heart flutters but he doesn't touch it just in case. But, he's an animal attractor of course. The dogs are all over him at the dog park, and he smiles a little while petting them.

Speaking of animals, he probably has a cat. The cat is named after a food for sure. It is most definitely a type of bread or sandwich or a nut. For example, Pistachio or Baguette.

Super gentle with children. He genuinely enjoys being around them. Ask him about having children He will Be On Board.

HE WOULD NOT BE MEAN. The amount of people I have seen mischaracterize him by making him mean just because he's serious. No. He is just introverted and serious and needs to be comfortable around a person.

During relationships, he genuinely enjoys checking in on the person he is dating. He is always there for them, comforting, cherishing, and listening. He tries to get off work as soon as possible so that he can spend time with his significant other.

If he is shown too much affection, he does not snap or become angry with the person. He just blushes. He just lets out a soft "hm" and pretends to be serious, but his heart is racing, and his cheeks, ears, and neck indicate otherwise. He also gives them a slightly surprised look that quickly turns to his stoic look.

He definitely bought baby shoes at a store just because he thought they were so cute. Mans just wants a baby.

He would be both a girl and a boy dad. I do not care what anyone says; he loves both. If he has a son, he will do everything in his power to raise him as a gentleman while also showing him a lot of love and affection. If he has a daughter, he will be so gentle with her while also raising her to be a sophisticated, strong young woman.

Genuinely would be the grandpa of the friend group. Come on. Just look at him.

As a teenager, he probably would do the emo hair flip thing because his fringe kept getting onto his eye. Gojo probably laughed his ass off.

Secretly really touch-starved. People think he is not affectionate, but he is, just not in public. He would most likely grab his significant other while they were doing something and attack them with kisses. He probably likes being a little spoon sometimes even though he looks like an old man. He is clingy, okay? But not overly clingy. Sometimes he needs his own space.

Loves kissing their partner's beauty moles. The ones under their nose, the ones on their ear, the ones on scattered around their face, the ones in other areas... Wherever they are located, he will kiss them.

Sometimes he needs to be reassured. He needs to know if he is doing okay, if he is treating a person well. It looks like he does not need it, but he genuinely sometimes gets insecure about how others perceive him or how well he treats them. He worries about hurting someone's feelings.

Loves to try and hype up his partner with extreme amount of compliments. He is truly the number one simp and hype man.

I am a strong advocate for the fact that Nanami loves people of color. Like he will date a person of color. I don't CARE. I am Afro-Latina let me have my headcanon in peace : (

Once again. He is NOT mean. He will not yell. If he is angry, he is calm. He does not yell and if he does it is extremely rare. But he would never in his life yell at his partner or children if he has any. The only way he shows disappointment is by staying calm.

Speaking of being angry, he is not the type to show silent treatment. He would much rather talk rather than give a cold shoulder. He is a grown man. He knows how to communicate, people.

Old-fashioned nicknames. That is all. My love. Darling. Sweetheart.

He is probably fluent in several languages. I understand he is overly perfect, but he is perfect in my eyes. He probably takes the time to learn languages so that people feel included. Plus, he genuinely enjoys learning about different cultures.

Owned a bakery or worked as a chef at some point in his life. Maybe even a barista.

Helps old ladies cross the street, assists people with heavy bags, is courteous to his neighbors, and is the grandson of every old neighbor ever.

Probably is the type of guy to sit down on the couch and not try at Just Dance, and ends up winning.

Despite being serious, he would genuinely be bad at the game Among Us. This is so random but hear me out.

Favorite ice cream flavor is probably coffee or pistachio. Maybe even basic vanilla. He is not a big fan anyway.

Jazz music, classical music, old music is his speciality. In high school during his emo hair era he more so listened to 90s rock/punk rock.

His most used app(s) on his Samsung Galaxy S24 Ultra is WhatsApp and Candy Crush.

Definitely has a whole closet of clothing and browses through them every night to see what suit he wants to wear for the next day.

When he shops or gets food, he goes to local family owned shops. He does not go to Starbucks for his coffee. He goes to the local family owned coffee shop.

Dry texter but if he gets a partner who is not a dry texter, he genuinely begins to pick up their habits. If they type with emojis he begins using emojis. I apologize but he'd unironically use the laughing crying emoji. "Haha! 😂". Okay but genuinely, he would actually keyboard slam at some point. He sends them a photo, they go like "jshekehdkehdjdlsjdl" and one time they did the same thing and he was like:

"....Kshskshdjxbsnab." You know?

He is low key sassy. He was affected by sassy man apocalypse. He hides it in that serious exterior of his but he gives the biggest side eyes sometimes, crosses his legs too.

Snores like a dad. Bro was probably recorded by Haibara while he was in the dorms and bro was snoring like a regular ol dad. Drooling too. What a silly guy.

Anyway...

Overall, the best man ever. He is the man ever and that is why he is not real. Unfortunately.

forever angel <33

[gojoest]

pregnancy freak satoru who helps you when you shower. he sits you on his lap and washes your hair. rubs your back and belly and all the places that are a bit more challenging for you to reach now that your baby bump is bigger. you can handle it yourself but he insists and always joins. he reminds you how beautiful you are, if not by words it’s by actions—he never fails to get hard and he always fucks you just the way you like, gets you off before cleaning you up. he helps you dry yourself and applies your lotion for you, rubs it gently along the length of your legs as you sit at the edge of the bed, comfortably spreading and your belly hanging between your legs…you’re just so damn pretty with his child inside you and yet again he looks at you with hungry eyes..as if it’s not you but him going through all the hormonal changes…you wonder how his cock can even keep up with this pace—he wants you all the time, every day…“we just showered”, you have to remind him. “we can shower again, i’ll clean my mess”, he promises. <3

[vraiao]

sultry reunion

this was a request from my favorite (and only lolol) anon, and is now also an apology for disappearing for 4 months

✰ . fem!reader & wears a dress, calling him ajax in this, my hc with ajax having lots of freckles hehe, smut w plot-ish, lovesick and desperate ajax ehehehwhwehe he's so pathetic i hate him(lovingly), reader and ajax are drunk, nipple play, unprotected sex, very vague mention of pregnancy

in your younger years, you met a friend you quickly grew fond of. of course, eventually, your friendship came to an end when he had to abruptly skip town for an unknown reason. imagine your surprise when you met him again in a restaurant many years after! and later in your bed..

ajax swore to everyone he knew that he truly fell in love when he was young. many called him a fool for it, but he didn't care. he told them all the story of his dear childhood friend and first love, and to himself, he swore that he'd find you again as soon as he got the chance to visit liyue.

when you were a kid, you made friends with a blue-eyed boy who had bright ginger hair and so many freckles that you could map out constellations in them. he was a colorful and kind boy, usually the one cheering you up when you cried, and hardly ever the opposite. many of the other kids adored him, though you were his favorite above all else. not only that, but you two also made a silly pact to marry each other when you became adults.

unfortunately for you both, those dreams and fun times were cut short when you walked outside one morning to see his parents packing all of their things up in a moving van. you didn’t know why he had to leave, but you were both more than saddened to part ways. the last thing you remember is him promising he'd meet you again one day before his parents dragged him off and drove away.

and that he did! though rather unexpectedly. it was sort of late, and you were standing at the front of a restaurant arguing with the woman at the counter as she insisted that you didn’t have a reservation, even though you very much did. you turned around, about to leave the restaurant frustrated and hungry when you suddenly locked eyes with a very familiar man. big blue eyes(that no longer had that glow you'd grown so accustomed to :<), firey ginger hair, and just as many freckles as you remember.

the both of you froze, staring at each other with slightly widened eyes like deers in headlights. boy did he age like fine wine. broad shoulders and toned muscles all over, faint battle scars peaking from under his halfway rolled up sleeves, the lines of his perfect abs visible from under his shirt, and best of all, he was tall, towering over you like a building while his rich, musky cologne attacked your nostrils and clouded your senses. you couldn't help but wonder if those hundreds of dark and light brown freckles had expanded to other regions.

he was definitely eyeing you up and down, but after a short moment of shocked silence he was the first one to speak up. “..y/n?”

you smiled. “ajax! it’s so good to see you!” really good to see him, in fact. it took all of your might to keep your eyes from wandering all over him! he ran a hand through his hair, a charming smile as he spoke. you could almost detect a sense of.. nervousness from him? “likewise! you look.. wow, you look great. how’ve you been?”

you started off by telling ajax how your night was going, and luckily for you he happened to have a reservation. immediately after you both sat down, he ordered the most expensive wine on the menu, and through the night as you both caught up, one bottle quickly turned into three. just how rich was this guy?

you told him about your quiet life in liyue, and in turn he told you about his rather adventurous life all over, which was much more exciting. the one thing that didn’t go unnoticed by you was the underlying tension in the air between you two, and you wondered if he could sense it too. you didn’t once take your eyes off of him— you couldn’t, and you weren’t sure he did either.

a delicious meal and countless glasses of wine later, it was late enough for the both of you to head home. he somehow managed to safely drive you back to your place, but as you both stood on your doorstep and you glanced behind him at the rain that started to pour and got heavier by the second, you weren’t sure you’d feel safe letting him drive anymore given his lack of sobriety and the current weather. so instead you held your door open and said, “..do you want to come in?” it was the least you could offer since he paid for dinner.

he glanced at his parked car before turning his gaze back to you with a nod. "yeah, thanks," he muttered, trying to keep the drunken slurr in his voice down to a minimum. when you walked inside he followed behind you, and you hardly noticed his hand suddenly reaching forward and clutching yours.

you were tired and fairly wasted, the fancy wine lingering on your tastebuds as your fingers rubbed your temple and you tried to wish away tomorrow morning’s inevitable headache. you moved to your room, not even bothering to turn on the light as you sat on the edge of your bed and kicked your heels off. the moonlight peeking through your curtains was enough lighting that ensured you weren't rendered completely blind.

too dazed to pay him any mind, you didn’t know what he was doing until you looked up and saw his face so close to yours. so close that you could feel the softness of his breath brush over your skin. he was standing in front of you and leaning over, his hands on the mattress on either side of your legs, effectively caging you in. you froze. he was so close to you that your nose picked up the scent of liquor from him after you every breath. it was so silent that you could only hear the quiet sounds of his breathing, and you were sure that in this moment a pin dropping would be louder.

your breath caught in your throat and you swore he could hear your rapidly pounding heartbeat, but you didn’t pull away when he inched a little closer. he was so out of it that he hardly knew what he was doing, and all he could think about in the moment was how your perfect looking lips would feel against his. he moved his hand up, resting it on your cheek before he was pulling you closer and pressing his lips against yours. immediately he was whipped.

the kiss was slow, a little messy as your teeth occasionally clashed with his. he leaned forward, pushing your back onto the mattress as he crawled on top of you, not once pulling his lips off of yours to catch his breath. he didn’t need to when this was so much better than breathing. his tongue slipped past your lips and prodded at your teeth, and your jaw immediately fell slack to let him in. his tongue tangled with yours, the taste of earlier’s wine somehow amplified by your lips locked together.

your hands moved up to tangle in his hair that was even softer than you remember, and his free hand moved to a firm grip on your waist like you were going to slip away if he didn’t hold on tight enough. his kisses suddenly moved down to your neck while you softly panted to chase air back into your lungs. he was so touchy, his hands mapping all over your body like he was some madman. your boobs, your ass, your thighs, anywhere he could grab and squeeze hard enough to leave faint nail marks all over your skin.

but it wasn't enough-- feeling you only from above your clothes. the fabric suddenly became a great bother to him as he reached around your back, fingers struggling to undo that pesky little hook before he started to drag the zipper down. he pulled his lips off of yours, his eyes searching your own for permission before he went any further. he wasted no time after recieving a nod from you. he started to pull the dress down your shoulders, and he pulled it halfway down your stomach before he stopped, abandoning the idea the moment he caught sight of your bra.

his breath hitched, and he was completely awestruck by the sight of your perfect tits sitting so nicely in the delicate red lace. he started to kiss all over your neck, his hands working fast to remove your bra. the fiery trail of his lips all over your skin started to travel down when he finally got it off, kissing and squeezing all over your soft breasts before his lips suddenly latched around one of your nipples. his tongue swirled around it, sloppily licking and sucking at your nipple like it was the sweetest lollipop he's ever had. that combined with the feeling of him pinching and rolling the other between the pads of his fingers pulled soft moans from your mouth as your back slightly arched off the bed.

he was painting a picture of this moment in his mind that'd be engraved into every inch of his soul from this night on. every ounce of love he felt for you then and still feels for you now was boiling inside him and screaming like a tea kettle seconds away from bursting with the overwhelming heat of affection and attraction. pulling his mouth off of you only for a moment, his hungry, half-lidded eyes met yours before he lowered his lips to give your other nipple some attention. one hand now free, he used it to continue pulling that bothersome dress down your body. sliding the dress over your hips and down your squirming legs, he pulled it off and tossed it to the floor with your bra.

he finally pulled his mouth off of your tits, but the look in his eyes as a string of saliva connected his lips to your sensitive mound told you he was far from satisfied. he brought his head back up and caught your lips in a passionate, messy embrace with his. he smiled against your soft lips as he felt your grabby hands dip down, grabbing the hem of his shirt and tugging up at it. he lifted his lips off of yours to let you pull his shirt off, but they were crashing right back down when the fabric was lifted over his head and tossed onto the floor. he couldn't get enough of the taste of you and the way your tongue melded against his.

his hands hooked under your thighs, lifting them up and pushing them so far back until they were pressed against your chest. you softly gasped at the sudden feeling, having been unaware that you could even bend like that. one of his hands kept firm on the back of your leg while the other slipped downward and struggled to unzip his pants. it was hardly a moment later when he was eagerly shoving his pants and boxers down, and you shuddered when his fat tip already leaking with pre cum fell against your panties after he tossed his remaining clothes away to join the pile on the floor.

you didn't even have to look to know that he was big, his fat shaft dragging against the fabric of your panties, and you suddenly felt so small beneath him. his lips hovered over yours, his pulsing eagerness shrinking to a minimum, much more gentle as he pulled your lacy panties aside, eyes glued to your pulsing hole that dripped with physical evidence of the pure need that radiated off of you. you understood why he had suddenly become so gentle when he pressed his tip against your entrance, slowly pushing and easing inside of you.

the sheer size of him stole the air from your lungs. your greedy hole barely let him in, pulsing and squeezing as he pushed further, but it certainly wasn't gonna let him out now. a deep, needy groan jumped out of his throat before he could stop it, and by the time he finally bottomed out, he swore your pussy would cut of the circulation in his dick if you clenched around him any tighter.

he started off slow, but definitely not gentle. he'd pull all the way back, leaving just the tip in before slamming forward, the loud smacks of skin contacting skin reverberating through the room. his face was buried in the crook of your neck, bites along your skin muffling the groans that jumped out of his throat as his cock kissed your insides a little deeper with each thrust. your hands were desperate, fiercely tugging and running through his soft ginger locks as he fucked the very oxygen out of your lungs. his nails dug marks into the backs of your legs as he held them in place, and his teeth marked your delicate skin up with reds and pinks after every bite mark like he was painting a picture.

your head was spinning out of control, wanton moans and sharp whines pouring from your mouth as his tip kissed the deepest parts of you that no one had ever reached before. euphoric was the only way to describe what both of you could feel right now. he started to get faster, pulling out less and less each time before roughly snapping his hips forward, effectively burying himself inside of your already gushing pussy.

he'd given up on biting you because he could hardly control the groans that leaped from the deepest pits of his throat. so determined to reach that pinnacle of ecstasy, that exhilarating feeling, he was thrusting fast and desperate, hardly keeping a steady rhythm as he urgently chased his high.

it was too much-- too much! you could feel that familiar knot coiling in your stomach, getting ready to snap at any moment. your arms clung around his neck, squeezing tight as you buried your face in the crook of it. he was fucking you so fast and so rough that you could barely even voice the fact that you were seconds away from completely unraveling, but you were sure he could tell by the way you clenched impossibly tighter around him. and he definitely could. he leaned in, hot breath fanning over your ear as he used the last ounce of self control in him to coax it out of you. "fuck- hm.. you're close, aren't you baby? come on," he whispered, his voice dripping with seduction and a severe lack of self control, "cum for me, pretty."

his words were certainly enough, but he really pushed you over the edge when he brought a hand down from your leg, pressing the heel of his palm firmly against your lower stomach right where that bulge was penetrating you. you practically screamed his name as you came, copious amounts of your juices spilling all over his cock and lower abdomen, creating a creamy white ring at the base of his shaft.

your head fell back against the pillows, looking up at him with an expression that made him lose all remaining restraint. your cheeks were flushed, eyes half lidded, and beading sweat stuck baby hairs to your forehead. your mouth was hung open, jaw slack as overstimulated whines and desperate calls of his name slipped past your pretty lips and floated straight to his ears that picked up the sounds as if they were a set of notes composed in a symphony.

those pretty noises, combined with your sultry expression, sent him over the edge-- his head falling slack and burying his face in the crook of your neck as he came undone. his already unsteady pace stuttered more, and a loud groan escaped the very pits of his throat as his cock pumped seemingly endles thick, sticky ropes of cum deep inside of you, painting your inner walls totally white. his thrusts stuttered and slowed to a stop after he finished dumping his heavy load into you, and he waited for a moment, catching his breath before he pulled out, watching as his pearly white seed dripped right out of your utterly stuffed hole.

he was panting heavily, the lust-charged haze he was in slowly dissipating as he held your trembling legs in place. “d’you still wanna marry me?,” he murmured against your neck, half joking, half serious. given the lack of protection in the previous moments between you two, you just might have to!

[vanderdyks]

Hes my good time skeleton boy and I love him

[unidentifiedly]

I'll teach you

House x reader R18

-In which House decides to give the cute new intern a proper lesson.

It's currently very quiet at the Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. It's late in the evening, and only the night staff remains, consisting mostly of nurses down in the lower stories of the building.

"Good evening sir!"

You enter his office with some files from Cuddy. You are still in med school, but as one among the top of your class you managed to score an internship under the stunning hospital administrator. You have to admit to yourself, being in doctor House's company has always made you a little nervous. He's oh so tall, and there's something so undeniably charming about him. If you saw him outside of work first you might have even approached him, but alas, there's now a need to stay professional.

"Doctor Cuddy asked me to bring you these files."

You gesture to the pile of case files in your hands.

He removes his glasses and looks up slowly from a file for a patient who looks just vaguely familiar, eyeing you up and down. He is used to having cute nurses around, but you’re different. Smarter, worthy of a bit more teasing, perhaps. His curiosity is piqued.

"Great. Leave ‘em on the table over there."

You nod, and set the pile of files on the low coffee table he pointed out, having to bend over a bit in the process.

Watching you bend over, he lets his gaze linger for a moment longer than strictly necessary, eyes fixed on the way your curves move beneath your skirt. He shakes himself out of it, refocusing on the task at hand.

"So, how’s Cuddy treating you?"

You straighten yourself up.

"Well, of course, she is very professional and I've learned a great deal of new things from her."

He smirks, unable to help himself from stirring the pot a little.

"Of course she is. I, on the other hand, could teach you something very useful outside of Cuddy's professionalism."

You look at him, confused.

"What do you mean, sir?"

His smile widening, he says:

"Come over here."

He motions with his fingers, bringing you over to him all the way to his desk, standing in front of his chair in between him and his computer.

"Aaand turn around for me."

You innocently comply.

"Is it something related to the computer? I'll have to warn you, I'm not very- Ah!"

He is suddenly standing up, his body pressing against yours, as you fall forward and support yourself on your hands against the desk.

"Whoops. My bad."

He says as if it was the most mundane sentence ever. He brings his right hand to your hip, stroking it softly.

"You can tell me to stop and I will, darling." His whisper husky against your ear. as he, too, leans down.

"Sir, I d-don't understand-"

"Like I said, tell me to stop and I will. I'm going to teach you something new."

His hands draw hot shapes on your soft skin, working under your skirt with great skill. Your breathing grows heavier as his fingers ghost over your quickly dampening panties.

He chuckles as he grabs his cane and pulls his chair closer to him. He sits down, facing your behind directly, hands still on your hips.

"Lean on the desk, princess. I'll show you what good really feels like."

You gasp and obey, leaning forward to rest your elbows on his desk, beautifully arching your back as he tuts in approval.

You feel his warm breath on the inside of your right thigh, and he toys with the lacy edge of your panties with his left hand. First, warm little kisses, and then, when you're more relaxed, he gently moves aside your panties, pulling them to the left, giving him free access to your dripping wet pussy.

He chuckles softly as he runs a finger up your thigh, collecting your slick as if to stop droplets of melting ice cream from running away.

"You're soaked, sweetheart."

The suspense is too much to take. You're practically shivering as you stand there, bent over.

"P-please.."

It doesn't take him long to give you what you want.

His tongue works skillfully, lapping up with slow, wide strokes and then transitioning to stronger, more targeted ones. Teasing just under your clit, to then finally draw circles over it while his hands are keeping a firm grip of your ass, the panties stretched out and kept away by his left thumb.

You feel warm shivers running down your legs, almost shaking.

"Sir, I'm going to cum.. I, I can't for much longer!"

"Come on then, give it to me pretty girl." His voice husky as he whispers.

You feel a wave of pleasure ring through you, making your legs almost give out, and you momentarily lose hearing and see stars. He moans, licks up and swallows everything before pulling away from you, leaving you panting on his desk.

You hear him go across the room and return. You turn your head, and see the tissues he puts on the table. You take a few seconds to make sure your legs can carry you, and clean yourself up.

"Ah!"

As you turn around, he is standing right in front of you with a smile on his face.

"There you go, as promised. Maybe next lesson you can show me what you learned here, hm? I'm sure it applies just as well the other way 'round." He smirks, raises an eyebrow as a proposal, and walks away, leaving you standing in his office.

If this is what learning is like with House, you definitely will be showing up to his "classes" more often.

[gaym3bo1]

i'm starting to think that beside being a little chaos demon, Jun really is just one of those people who's so afraid of rejection that he makes everything into a joke

afraid someone doesn't like you? complain about it loudly and call him "babe"

afraid someone doesn't wanna hang out with you? lowkey pressure them into it by jokingly saying "well don't u wanna buy me a thank u drink?"

afraid your best friend is gonna replace you with a boyfriend? spin a grandiose story about how that could never ever happen because he's So straight and only like Tiny Little Female Girly Girls

all he ever does is joke and act like nothing matters but then his actions show something completely different

[estebanbicon]

este sleeping for 12-14 hours, used to eat 12 eggs he made in the microwave every morning, knows how to belly dance, wanted to drink gasoline when he was a kid and his dad had to stop him ... i want to study him under a microscope

[evmil]

fated ally & mentor of one of the pcs, doctor rudolph van richten

[xxragingdumpsterfirexx]

more very specific gifs of Crocodile that make my brain go buuuuuuuuur

[missclaresmagic]

Take a wild guess at what show/manga has taken over my life...

[ghostofashina]

"Let all time slow, let all light go

I don't need to know where we begin and end

I'd still know you, not being shown you

I only need the working of my hands"

DOMHNALL GLEESON IN DE SELBY PART TWO BY HOZIER.

[forgottenporkbun]

Here, take a picture of Jay I drew today. Still learning how to draw him, but honestly this is my best attempt so far.

[thisfuckingdork]

I love him, I hate him, he's a monster, he's only a kid,

[fansids]

I was honestly looking forward to Shadow in Sonic 3 being edgy to the point of it being campy

I did not expect a lost, grumpy kid with the biggest puppy dog eyes and most awkward speech pattern of all the movie characters but I am 100% here for it. They did not have to make him that adorable OMFGOOOODDD.

I can't take him seriously. I want to squeeze his cheeks! I NEED one of the human characters to pick him up and hug him for me!

[julia-writes-things]

Ted Spankoffski Headcanons

-Ted would love pumpkin spice lattes, but has a bunch of Starbucks labels in his office that say ‘coffee one cream one sugar’ on it because he doesn’t want to be seen drinking a ‘white girl’ drink. He puts the labels over the PSL ones. Nobody questions why all the labels say June 9th.

-in a similar vein he loves cocktails/mocktails but is too lazy to make them and never drinks them in front of his coworkers in the rare event he’s invited to go to a bar with them

-he’s the coworker you see everywhere. You’ll be at a fair and he’ll be there BY HIMSELF.

-he absolutely hates being called Peter’s father and will aggressively correct you on it because he feels guilty that he’s not always helpful or present for Peter.

-only calls people by their nicknames, even if longer then their actual names.

-was in chess club at Hatchetfield High

-ditched it to seem ‘cool’ for Jenny

-also picked up smoking even though he hated it for the first little bit for her.

[dearest-lady-disdain]

what if a renaissance angel was also an ipad baby? well...