#Mr Lips

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La Spéciale Akhenaton: Spéciale Freestyle sur la Radio Mouv'

Une session Freestyle, ça vous tente?

Le 4 décembre 2015, la radio Mouv’ diffusait une émission spéciale Akhenaton, spéciale Freestyle, dans laquelle 28 artistes se succédaient pour freestyler chacun leur tour. Voici la liste des invités d’Akhenaton pour cette session Freestyle: Jnoun Mino Ladea R.E.D.K Hassan Elni Reef Relo (Napo) Allen Akino Bigflo Oli Wawad Dave Buvery John Refait Billy Hoyle Red…

[undeadunearth]

iwtv s1 is a COMEDY in retrospect. watching armand pretend to be rashid is just insane. i rewatched that scene where he's praying and then speaks in an unfamiliar language that attracts daniel's suspicion and when he's called out on it he's just

like these are the same image.

[gleafer]

Oh MER GERD!

THE DRAMAAAAAA!

Aziraphale and Crowley’s attempt at a peaceful date is blowing up in their faces like Jiffy Pop in a microwave!

Mr. Brown is macking and Lucifer’s lips are attackin’!

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[appropriatelystupid]

[wwillywonka]

Can I talk to you?

Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

One For The Road, Arctic Monkeys live at L'Album de la Semaine (2013) ☆

[repeatdeath]

im a big fan of giving edward hyde bad habits. Habits that are somewhat frowned upon, habits jekyll can control but he cant. Habits like biting his nails and lips, pulling his hair, and picking his scabs. Habits he indulges in constantly because he physically cant stop himselff, which causes these small insignificant things to leave him in pain and bleeding. Habits he does sub consciously and doesnt realize until its too late and it hurts and hes bleeding. :']

Im sure everyone around him notices these habits and how he just cannot stop, and how damaging it is. His lack of control and self awareness is probably the first and last thing people notice about him

[ahsoka-in-a-hood]

Love that stupid hairbrushing scene where Padme pretends to brush her curly hair. It's so doll-like, but the doll she's playing with is herself. Putting on a performance for her husband, but really acting out a fantasy for herself.

[hype-queer-fixated]

Nellie Lovett / Sweeney Todd in Concert (2001)

[merakiui]

I like to think Rollo speaks with an French accent, but it's different from Rook's. Rook's is a deep accent added to with the flair and his deeper voice and Rollo as a softer one to atone with his softer voice. Rollo tries to hide his, but it defiantly comes out the more passionate he gets and it's so smooth and sweet sounding and HAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AHEM. WOW. I need him. Anon, this is so factual..... Rollo with his soft voice and soft accent,,, smooth like honey and just as sweet.......... the way he loses himself in sex and forgets all about English and just reverts back to French,, besides, it's easier to whisper filth in your ear in his native language when you may not understand it. Something something the delusion of he's still pure and so are you and you're not at all defiled if you can't understand the depravity coming out of his mouth.

[aussiexlovexaffair]

roommate!luke sees you're having a rough day and decides to help out <3 words: 1.2k request fill: 🦊 genre: fluff awwww tw: luke can't cook :((( author's note: my first fic!

Luke knew from the moment you stumbled out of your bedroom, still throwing your work clothes on and fixing your hair into a presentable style, that the day had not started out well for you. He was hunched over a bowl of cereal at the kitchen counter as you set your purse down on the counter and rummaged through the cabinets for something to hold you over for the day. Your boss, unprofessional as ever, called you unexpectedly that morning to inform you that you would have to cover a shift for someone who’d called in sick. You’d tried to tell him that he couldn’t just take one of your vacation days from you— but seeing as you were a student and you didn’t have much money as is, you decided against provoking the man who signed your paychecks.

He sets his spoon down, still chewing on the bite that he had just taken, and leans against the counter to watch you. “Rough morning?” He inquires as he watches you grab a granola bar and a piece of fruit from the counter. He flinches a little at the force you use to shove your breakfast into your bag.

“Like you wouldn’t believe— my boss called this morning to tell me someone called out sick. I have to cover for them…” Your bag tips over as you continue to stuff it with your personal belongings and you let out a growl of frustration. He casually props it up again for you and rakes his hands through his blond hair. He was fortunate enough to have a job that didn’t require shifts like yours— only that at some point, he and his band members had an album ready to release. 

“Is there anything I can do to help?...” His voice is soft when he addresses you. From personal experience, he knew that being too nagging while someone was having a bad day could only make it worse. You shake your head a little, sighing in defeat as you slide your shoes over your socks. “No, it’s fine. I just had a shit ton of stuff I wanted to do around the house today— my laundry needs to be done and I was gonna vacuum and wash the dishes and I was gonna cook for us tonight, but I guess now we have to order. Again.” His lips form a thin line at the sound of your complaints. “Alright,” accepting your fate, you sling your bag over your shoulder and grab your keys. “I’m off. See you later.”

His head turns to follow your form hurrying out the door, eyebrows knitted together in sympathy. He looks around at the apartment. It wasn’t that dirty— surely he could do all this stuff for you, right?  After a moment of thought, he decided it was so insignificant that he’d start the chores later in the day. 

Now as he was elbow deep in dirty dishwater, bubbles overflowing onto the tile floor of the kitchen and head shoved into the crook of his neck to hold his phone in place, he wanted to go back in time and slap himself across the face.

“No— Ash, I’m telling you, the grease won’t come off! Ye–yeah, I’ve tried scrubbing harder, at this point the plate’s gonna break with how hard I’m scrubbing! C’mon, give me something else, y/n’s gonna be home in an hou— shit— in fifteen minutes!” He shouts into the phone over the sound of the sponge scraping over some dried, mystery residue stuck on it. He glances over at the stove, where the sauce in his pot is slowly beginning to rise and threaten to overboil. “Shit, I gotta go!.. The food’s gonna burn.” He sets the plate back into the sink and cleans his hands of the bubbles, rushing to the pot. He lowers the heat and stirs it a few times. “Fuck…” Resting his hands on his hips, he sighs a little. The vacuuming was finished and the dishes were almost done, but he was torn between the few plates left in the basin and the pasta sauce simmering on the stove. He thought cooking was going to be easy, after all, he’d called his mom to ask about what recipe to use— but it turned out to be impossible. The same went for your laundry, which he had to meticulously sort and wash in stages.

Turning the heat down, he resumes washing the dishes until there’s none left but the ones dripping on the drying rack. “Stupid dishwasher…” He kicks the machine as he passes it, cursing the broken appliance with a hushed anger.

Then he hears the door open. His head swivels around the kitchen for anything he might have forgotten to do. Meanwhile, you kick your shoes off and toss your bag onto the couch, slugging into the kitchen with a weary expression. Making your way towards the sink without a second thought, you reach in to grab one of the many dishes you expected to be waiting for you.

Your hand hits the bottom of the sink. You do a double-take as your eyes flicker down to the empty space. A soft grunt draws your attention to the stove, where Luke scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “You did the dishes?...” The slight break in your voice gives away just how exhausting your day at work was. His eyes soften and before he knows it, his arms are wrapping around your waist to pull you into a comforting embrace. He stoops down a little to rest his chin on the top of your head.

“And the laundry, and the vacuuming… it was awful, God— it was so awful.” He laughs a little under his breath, shifting his weight back and forth between his feet to sway the both of you playfully. He smiles when it garners a stifled giggle from you. “And I made pasta. I hope it’s good– it’s my mom’s recipe, but I’m not the best at cooking.” He pulls back a little and takes your hand, leading you to the stove to show off his culinary skills. A tired smile plays on your lips when you see the messy station, his phone still propped up on the utensil holder, and the pasta and sauce pots resting on the burners, still steaming. “I called my mom for this. I hope you’re grateful. I took about an hour out of her day trying to make this sauce.” “I am..” You assure him with a little breathless laugh. Your heart clenched at the thought of the boy scrambling around and holding things up to his camera so that his mom could ensure he was using the right ingredients. “I am.” You affirm again, gazing up at him with an appreciative grin. “Thank you for all this.”

He practically glows at the praise he’s receiving from you, a simper sneaking its way onto his slightly red cheeks. “Yeah, well— it was the bare minimum..” His voice trails off the more his smile grows and he clears his throat, two dishes for you. “You go sit down on the couch, we can watch a movie while we eat, okay? You pick tonight.” As he scoops pasta and sauce onto the bowl, you can’t help but let your gaze linger for a few seconds longer. Luke never knew how much his kindness affected other people, but you’d make sure to repay him when the opportunity presented itself.

[henarikat]

Omg not Kat back with another Mr Qi art I deeply apologize 😔 …😏

He’s a tumblrsexyman in my heart and that’s enough ✨

[anawkwardlady]

Joanne is having a panic attack in the corner hoping Professor Michaelis doesn't notice he is the one holding the 7th volume of the yaoi he is looking for and is about to return.

[kooldewd123]

the official nintendo youtube channel shadowdropping a video that's just ten seconds of a creepypasta man standing in front of a closet followed by the nintendo logo feels like a scott the woz bit. i can't explain why. but it just does.

[3xigua]

stupid weskers doodle … kill them

[emotionaldisaster909]

hey bitch why are you so beautiful