#fyeahdanielsharman

[henrycavillary]

DANIEL SHARMAN as Lorenzo de Medici MEDICI 2.02

[putalittleloveonme]

“In every moment of my life, I’ve tried to do the right thing because there’s no guarantee of tomorrow.”

[sharmanedits-blog]

soon you will be gone

“they sent me an invitation... they touched my face. they’re still learning how to touch us.”

[di-n]

[imthetoxin]

Introducing Clarke Griffin. Male!Clarke Griffin.

-- If anyone would like to plot/play with him, just send me a message or like this post. I wanted to try something different, plus Daniel Sharman works because his bright blue eyes just stole my heart. 

If you’d like to do AU’s, message me. If you want to do something canon, message me. I will do mxm and mxf, just let me know which you prefer. Again, i’m trying something new. If I like this, and enjoy this-- and if you enjoy this as well, I’ll continue rpíng male!clarke. If not, I will discontinue. 

So, with that being said, let’s do this! 

[captainnromania]

Tag game

Thanks for tagging me @bvckysbrns and sorry for taking so long, I'm watching the game. Neville Longbottom is captain for England's team

Rules: Answer to 20 questions and tag 20 people you want to get to know better

Name: Bianca

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius

Height: 5'5

Languages spoken: Romanian and English. I can understand some French, Spanish and Italian

Nationality: Romanian

Favourite fruit: Apple

Favourite scent: New books, apples, grass after rain, the mixed smells of perfumes, drinks and food when my whole family id's together for barbeques or holidays

Update: Tunisia just scored. I don't know his name but his shirt number is 13. So I'm gonna call him 13 from House MD

Favourite colour: Forrest green and ocean blue

Favourite animal: at the moment, spiders. It always changes

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: YES to all. And, cappuccino and frappe

Favourite fictional character: ohh this is a long list. Jake Peralta, he's my spirit animal. Loki, Sam Winchester, Patrick Jane, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Neal Cassidy, Sherlock, and this list could go on forever

Dream trip: anywhere, seriously. I just can't pick a single place, I love travelling

When your blog was created: in 2015 I think

Last movie you've seen: Deadpool 2

Song you've had on repeat:

Celine Dion - Ashes (from Deadpool 2)

Bruno Mars - The Lazy Song

Favourite candy: uhh marshmallows I think

Favourite holiday: Christmas

I'm tagging: @eckklipse @andreeasdreams @lemonatte @buckyssxxhair @i-wanna-be-toms-body-pillow @dewy-biitch @bluesteelstan @misswhizzy @jensen-jay @allthehiddlethings @spnblog @heckyeahjensenackles @fyeahdanielsharman @aw-heckin-jeez @nedd-leeds @sinceimetyou @pheonix-sketches @socaly @youneedbooks @buckyonmars

And all of my followers like, tag me guys I wanna know your answers

[fyeahdanielsharman]

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[clnriswood]

ISAAC LAHEY X READER

STAY

Request: Can you do an Isaac imagine where you always leave your window open so he can sleep with you and one night you to get into a really bad fight and you close the window and he knows he messed up bad? Thanks

gif cred - fyeahdanielsharman

A/N: I tried to give this one a more happy ending than the last Isaac imagine. Okay, a lot more happy. ;)

x

Where he usually lay, creating a warm bubble of warmth as he tangled himself beneath the white sheets, was a cold and empty patch of mattress. If she buried her face in his feathery pillow where his scent lingered, she would breathe in his cologne, and it would almost be like he was there. 

It was around ten, not that she was paying attention, and by this time at night the town would go still, lights would flicker off, and Isaac Lahey would sneak into her window wearing a big and dopey grin, but this time he didn’t. They would sleep beside each other every night, but it was never anything more than that, him bundled around her, or vise versa, a source of comfort for the two who didn’t feel like they had anybody else.

She couldn’t sleep, so she sat up abruptly and rubbed at her eyes, walking over to her mirror and staring at the disheveled figure that blinked in the reflection. She was wearing a lacy white tank top and navy blue sleep shorts, her hair in a tangled pony, and usually bright eyes were instead sporting dark purple circles. She yawned and reached for a knit quilt which she took with her as she sat on the ledge beside her window, head tilted onto the cool glass, blanket over her knees. She breathed fog onto the window, and rubbed it away so she could stare blankly out into the starry night sky. Though she tried with all her might not to think about it, to think about him, she couldn’t help it.

“I’ll see you later?” she smiled, nudging Isaac.

His smile wavered and melted away, “actually, no.”

“Oh,” she said with surprise, “how come?”

Isaac stared at her, his next words low and soft, “because I don’t want to, and because it’s never going to happen again.”

And thus a fight had broken out between the two, one that both didn’t last long, or make any sense to her. He’d snapped, one moment himself, the next moment not, and she wanted to know how she went wrong, or if she’d hurt him. Usually by this time she’d be sleeping, and Isaac would’ve pulled her right into his chest, his arms snugly around her as if she were the only thing keeping him alive, and she would drift off into him with a smile on her lips. The longing that churned in her stomach made her sink forward into her knees with a long sigh. 

“Did I do something out of line?” she reasoned.

He was getting more angered now, his jaw pulsating, “no, it was my mistake to come at all.”

“But...I thought-”

“Thought what? Get over it, okay? Those nights meant nothing.”

It was so dark out by now that all the lights were blinked out except the sparkling ones in the sky. For a minute, she pulled open her window, letting the cool breeze from outside woosh across her face and send goosebumps to her skin. A part of her felt like if she opened that window, Isaac would appear, and it would all go back to normal. She blinked her eyes closed, remembering their last night together, which had been only a few weeks ago, weeks that felt so far away.

“Hey,” his lips twitched faintly.

They were rolled to their sides, facing each other, so close their noses almost touched. Isaac wore his jeans but had tossed his shirt to the floor, making it difficult for her to keep her eyes glued to his face. His honey colored curls toppled across his forehead, his blue eyes bright.

“Hey,” she smiled.

“Why are you awake?”

“Couldn’t sleep. You?”

“Same.”

“How come?”

“I guess I was just, thinking.”

“About what?”

“You.”

She snapped out of her daze, blinking down at the two bright lights that appeared in the folds of darkness. They were eyes, golden ones. She took in a sharp breath and slammed the window closed, clicking the lock shut and bounding back to her bed, diving beneath the sheets in hopes he hadn’t seen her. A rustling came from outside, and then face appeared at the window, a rasp of knuckles at the glass, but she didn’t move, her eyes slammed shut as she feigned sleep. There were a couple seconds of silence, and then-

“(Y/N)?”

His voice was soft, broken sounding, and unmistakably Isaac Lahey’s. Just the way her name sounded coming off his lips almost sent her spiraling.

 “Please,” he tried again, a plea.

Her hands trembled and she tried with little luck to drown his voice out.

“I know you’re awake,” he said quietly, “I can hear the way you’re breathing.” He paused, voice breaking, “please, let me in, please.”

It wasn’t enough for her to open the window, but it was enough that she sat up, blinking at the boy outside. She could barely make him out, but was sure those golden wolf eyes could see her in crystal clear view. She turned her lamp on and faced Isaac, who’s eyes had lost their familiar glow, a heavy lack of sleep visible from his face and tousled curls.

“I messed up,” he said, his head bent in shame.

“Yeah, you did,” she tried to keep her voice steady.

“Please, let me explain.”

“You already did,” she snapped, mocking him, “it was a mistake.”

“No, no,” he shook his head, bringing a palm up to her window when she moved to her blinds. His eyes resumed their bright blue color, and it was a human hand that was pressed to her glass. She walked slowly to him, sinking down to the floorboards and hating herself for caving so easily. She raised her hand to the glass, pressing it against Isaac’s, and he bent forward so that his forehead could be against hers.

“Please,” he said again, blue eyes boring into her.

“Fine.”

She let him in, the tall boy struggling, as usual, to fit himself through. He stepped into her room, wearing black jeans and a navy shirt, eyes flickering around as if to see if she’d changed anything from the last time. He took in a deep breath, like he wanted to breathe in something familiar, to breathe her in, and for the first time, she saw clearly the purple markings that circled around his neck.

“What hap-” she began.

“I needed to see you,” he cut her off, “to say I’m sorry.”

She blinked at him with a cold expression.

“I just couldn’t stay away any longer. My dad, he found out I was sneaking out, and if he’d known I was coming to see you, he could’ve done something awful,” Isaac stumbled. “I had to keep you away so he wouldn’t find you, o-or hurt you.”

“But instead he hurt you,” she breathed, looking at the bruises on his flesh.

“It’s worth it,” he mumbled, “if you’re safe.”

“But I’m not,” she said, “not without you.”

“What do you mean?” his eyebrows arched, lips bending.

“I mean the nightmares have started again, since you left,” she whispered.

His eyes flickered sadly over her face, “mine too.”

She frowned and reached for his hand, trailing her fingertips lightly over his palms. His heart hammered obnoxiously in his chest, and he took in a sharp breath, “I can’t stay.” He pulled his hand back into his chest, distancing himself from her because he knew the smallest of touches would be enough for him to never leave.

“You can,” she said, “stay.”

“No, if I got home and my dad found out,” he began.

“Then don’t go home,” she stated, the answer so simple to her.

“What?”

“Stay,” she said again.

He stared at her, silence enveloping them as he searched for the right words to say, but finding none. She stood, closing the distance between their bodies and bringing her hand to Isaac’s sculpted cheekbones. When he tried to turn from her, she pressed her fingertips into him lightly.

“Don’t,” she begged. “Don’t do that thing where you push me away.”

“I can’t,” he looked down at her. “I can’t hurt you.”

“You won’t,” she ran her fingers along his jaw, “okay?”

He just stared at her, “how come you care so much?” His voice had dropped lower, like he was sensing something for the first time, like he was seeing her differently.

“Isaac, what were you gonna say that night, when you couldn’t sleep?” she averted the question and the tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach, “you never told me.”

“Neither did you,” he said.

Her hand dropped, and she shifted a little with discomfort.

“Was it nightmares keeping you up?” he asked.

“No, you know I don’t get them when-”

“When I’m there,” he finished.

She nodded.

“So what then?”

His words were soft and dangerous, like his next actions relied entirely upon her answer. She turned and began to pace with agitation, eyes glued to the dark floorboards, loose strands of heir toppling over her cheeks as she took in shallow breaths. 

“Hey, hey,” Isaac steadied her, hands coming firmly to either side of her shoulder, “look at me.”

And she did. Her eyes flickered over those searing eyes, and gold locks, and full lips that drove her crazy. She took in a deep breath, Isaac’s dark cologne wafting into her lungs and making her dizzy.

“Will you stay?” she asked.

He brushed back her hair and ran his slender fingertips gently up to grip her face. He had to bend down to reach her, his forehead gently touching hers, breath cool and voice alluring when he answered, “as soon as you tell me, honestly.”

She stared at him, heart racing as his blue eyes devoured her, “come on sweetheart, I just need one word,” he said. “One word and I’m all yours,” he promised. “What was keeping you up?”

“You.”

And then his lips were on hers, and they became a tangled mess of body parts, her arms slinking around his neck, fingers tangled in his honey colored curls, Isaac’s hands grabbing roughly at her waist, the two going stumbling across the bedroom. She went falling to the bed, Isaac closing in over her as his lips attached hungrily back against her own, his hands crawling beneath her shirt and sending electricity through her bare skin. He nudged more forcefully into her mouth, hunger growing when she sighed and made that noise of contempt against him. His lips found her neck, and he pinned her waist down so she couldn’t wriggle as his mouth danced across her sensitive skin, tongue pressing slow into her and leaving purple marks. She tilted her head up, feeling his soft hair and hot breath against her and making Isaac go mad when she said his name the way she did. His slender fingertips went sliding down her stomach, sending shivers that made her arch her back beneath him.

He pulled hastily away, blue eyes boring into her, “you don’t know how many nights I lay here thinking about this, thinking about all the things I wanted to do to you,” he said huskily.

“So do them,” she dared.

And this time they didn’t sleep.

[henrycavillary]

[putalittleloveonme]

[coxalaqua]

favorite daniel sharman blogs?

im mobile and in bed rn so ik this is gonna be a short list w my absolute SHIT memory trying to remember off the top of my head but @dsharmansource @fyeahdanielsharman @sharman-debnamcarey @madisonclarks @dsharmaniacs @fearlov :~)

[juiceortiz]

So, @zesharman​ is upset that people are saying they are stealing and reposting gifs, so let’s get some examples going here. I’m gonna put it under a “read more” because there’s a lot of screenshots and it makes the post mad long. 

Here’s a gif that @zesharman posted. And here it is on fyeahdanielsharman where I originally created and posted it:

That’s called stealing. 

Here’s a gif from my Lír gifset that @zesharman reposted on their blog! They did actually repost another gif from this set, but I didn’t feel like hunting it down again. 

^ There’s the original gif from my gifset on my blog.

^ Here’s a gif they stole and reposted from one of my Isaac sets! Here’s the original post on my blog:

You can literally google image search that Isaac gif and my gifset is the one that comes up, so don’t try to play that “so many people probably gif the same thing!!!” (I mean either way, it’s stealing from someone so???)

I’m sure there’s TONS of other gifs of mine on your blog, but I don’t feel like searching through the mess. 

So yes, zesharman, you steal gifs and repost them on your blog. It’s shitty. Learn how to make a fucking gif if you want to post them? Me and other people on tumblr take time out of our lives to make gifs and post them on there, and it’s REALLY annoying when people like you come and save them, repost them, and try and get notes on it. 

Oh and, taking a gif and putting your url on it doesn’t make it yours. I’m sure your blog will be deleted sooner or later considering all the people who have reported the posts for stealing, but I figured I’d warn everyone about your blog until then! 

[hvitserk-ragnarssons-slave]

I was tagged by the amazing @oddsnendsfanfics

Rules: we are snooping on your playlist, put your entire library on shuffle and list the first ten songs and then choose ten victims

Lose my mind -Dean Lewis

Not about angles-Birdy

The night we met -Lord Huron

Changes - XXXTENTACTION

We don’t have to take our clothes off -Ella eyre

Little do you know - Alex & Sierra

Lovely - Billie eilish

Say something - a great big world

Jocelyn Flores - XXXTENTACTION

Heal - Tom Odell

Yeah I’m in a mood tonight

@honestsycrets @bonniebird @ivaraddict @fyeahdanielsharman @ubberagnarssonvk @hvitserkk @vikingsbifrost @teenwolfobsessed @love-me-some-winchester @hoechloin

I was tagged by @ceridwenofwales

Rules: we are snooping on your playlist, put your entire library on shuffle and list the first ten songs and then choose ten victims

By Your Side - Jonas Blue ft Raye

So Emotional - Whitney Houston

Beat it - Michael Jackson ft. Eddie Van Halen

Play - Jennifer Lopez

Get Used To Me - Justin Bieber

If I Told You That - Whitney Houston ft George Michael

Scene One - James Dean and Audrey Hepburn(Acoustic) - Sleeping With Sirens

Fire - PVRIS

Runnin(Lose It All) - Naughty Boy ft Beyoncé & Arrow Benjamin

Bodak Yellow - Cardi B

tagging @geekandbooknerd @oddsnendsfanfics @honestsycrets @therealcalicali @kingofshadowalkers @sifshoney @tiyetiye @pokeasleepingsmaug @bands-and-brokendreams @understay

[aldyrion]

ragtagrunaways replied to your photo: fyeahdanielsharman: bradleyjames: Similar to when...

Did not realize those tow knew each other. Oh god.

Bradley James... Giuliano De Medici Daniel Sharman... Lorenzo de' Medici

They worked together on an nepisode of Medici apparently, so they also know Richard MAdden 

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[niallloverontheloose]

Yeah sterek is fine! But I think I've seen you reblog some isaac/daniel stuff too? Stiles and Isaac are my faves

@dylan-ohbrien, @rainbow-wolf-24, @stellina-4ever, @grasonas, @scruffysterek @notvirginawoolf, @anefan, @hoechlder, @ryvetted4, @notwitty-sharman, @hoechlin-forever, @hoechlin-alpha,@fyeahdanielsharman

Okay....that’s a good start...I think. Hope this helps! :)