#he has no rizz actually

[where-is-vivian]

Regulus, entering his dorm, and seeing James here:

Regulus: Are you trying to romance me?

James, that wrapped himself in gift wrap, beaming, because he was waiting for him to open the door to surprise him: Yes

Regulus, closing his eyes, and opening them again, trying not to smile, and whispering: It's working.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Everyone “hates” Mike in the FNAF movie..

[saixria]

The sillies

When even Athena the Virgin goddess whose most intimate encounter was stabbing her bff thinks you’re cooked, you’re definitely cooked

[affixjoy]

[7kahart]

Give your heart?

[cry-ptidd]

(with rizz) Have you seen the play "Lady Windermere's fan"

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Flower meanings + my post

[mediumgayitalian]

“Come here, you dweeb. Let me fix it.”

Will pouts, dragging his feet over and slumping half on top of him. Nico allows it with a smile and a roll of his eyes, pinching Will’s shoulder. He doesn’t react except for a wounded noise, muffled in Nico’s lap, so the situation is evidently quite dire.

“It’s just hair, Will.”

“But I worked on it!” He shifts around until he’s got his head in Nico’s lap, face turned towards him, body curled up on the grass around him. Nico brushes his tangled bangs off his forehead, meeting his big sad eyes. “I spent forty minutes with a stupid brush! And yet!”

“And yet,” Nico agrees, unable to appropriately school is face into one of somber understanding. Will scowls at him for his lack of proper sympathy, a little bit of genuine hurt in his eyes, so Nico leans down and kisses right between his brows in apology. He seems mollified, if only slightly, or at least he leans into Nico’s touch and stops mumbling quite so much.

“‘S’not fair.”

“Mhm.“

“Your hair listens to your instructions.”

“Yep.”

“Even Cecil’s hair listens to him, and no one listens to Cecil.”

Nico purses his lips thoughtfully. “I think Austin listens to Cecil.”

“Yes, I know. It’s an ongoing issue. I’m trying to train him out of it.”

“And how’s that going?” Nico murmurs, curling a strand of golden blond hair around his finger.

“Oh, well, I’m doing my best, so of course it’s going horribly.”

Nico snorts. He resists the urge to hold his palms to Will’s cheeks and kiss every single freckle at light speed, because he will screech something about how Nico is one-upping him in the romance department or something stupid like that. Instead he settles for looking at his dumb dramatic boyfriend’s face and marvelling over the fact that the cutest boy in the entire world, and Nico is being totally objective, hunts around camp until he finds whatever tree Nico is hiding under and curls up into a ball around him and trusts Nico to hold him while he complains about stupid things that genuinely hurt his feelings a little. It’s nice. So many people at camp are still so rigid around him, like he’s collecting information for their judgement day or something. Will prefers to exercise his lesser-known Apollonian talent of being a bigger drama queen than the god himself.

“Stay still,” Nico says softly, moving Will around so he’s laying perpendicular to Nico, now, head centered in his lap and staring up at the sky. Will sighs and squirms a little and turns his head to press a kiss to Nico’s knee, scrunching up his face and releasing it, and then settles in the position.

Humming something soft that exists on the fringes of his foggy memories, he sinks his hands into Will’s hair.

“It’s not that bad,” he promises, moving slowly and pausing whenever he comes across a knot.

Will harrumphs.

“I mean it, Marilyn Monroe. You can tone down the histrionics.”

“I used gel.”

Nico flicks a dried clump of it onto Will’s forehead, amused. “I can see that.”

“I followed every single one of Mitchell’s instructions!”

“I bet.”

“And yet!”

“And, yet.”

Nico has a sneaking suspicion that someone made a comment about Will’s hair, in the last few weeks. He can never confirm it and Will has been shifty about it every time he asks, but Nico has noticed the uptick in hoods and hats the past month and his little flinches every time Nico reaches up and tugs on it. Despite being oddly confident about the oddest things — why he is so proud of being able to fit his fist in his mouth, Nico will never know — Will is very sensitive to how people think of him. He needs to know he’s liked, and when people don’t like him, he gets…desperate, pleasing. The opposite of Nico, who becomes worse in an attempt to push them away on his own terms.

Nico leans down and presses a long, lingering kiss to his forehead.

“I like your hair, you know.”

“It’s a stupid mess.”

He smooths down a handful of it, pressing it over Will’s eye. He manages to keep a straight face for one, two, three seconds before he huffs a laugh, batting Nico’s hands away. Nico grins.

“I like the stupid mess.”

“Yeah, well, you like a lot of weird things.”

“Like you?” Nico suggests, pressing another kiss to the tip of his rounded nose.

“Shut up.”

Another strange thing about him, that Nico has to duck his head to hide his automatic smile: he gets embarrassed easily.

Nico never expected it of him, with all the dorky, medical-themed pickup lines and general shamelessness in his affection towards everybody on Earth, but especially Nico. When the poking, prodding attraction is turned on him, however, he shuts down like an overloaded Playstation. Nico can sometimes see the error messages playing behind its eyes. It’s hilarious.

“Will.” He pokes him in the cheek. “Hey.”

“What,” Will grumbles.

“I think you’re beautiful.”

Watching the slow spread of red from below the collar of his shirt to the roots of his hair is a delight. Nico watches in glee, wrestling Will’s hands away when he tries to slap them over his face.

“Shut up! Leave me alone! Go — flirt with somebody else!”

“You’d curse them to speak in rhymes for ten years,” Nico teases.

Will makes an agonised noise. “Who! Asked you! Shut up!”

“You’d sic Kayla on anyone who so much as winks at me, you jealous bitch.”

“I would not!”

“You would so. You rolled your eyes at everything Percy said for three weeks when you found out I used to crush on him —”

“I did not!”

“— and you didn’t even have the balls to ask me out, back then.”

“You are a — peddler of falsehoods! A prevaricator, a perjurer, and a fabulist!”

“And you sound like you swallowed a thesaurus,” Nico snickers. He catches the hand Will flails at him, pressing a kiss to the wrist, which only serves to fluster him more. He decides to take mercy when the kisses he trails down his arms result in one loud, long, tortured screech, pulling back and giving him some space.

Notably, he doesn’t move from Nico’s lap.

“I like it,” Nico admits, once Will has calmed down some. “I like that you’ve liked me for so long.”

Will peeks through the fingers he has covering his eyes. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Yes.” Nico squeezes his shoulders. “And endearing, which seems to be your sweet spot.” He presses a much softer kiss to the underside of Will’s ear, lingering there until he sighs, slumping under all the tension finally leaving his body. “I love you, Will. I love your clumsiness and your rambles and your nose and your freckles and your awkwardness and your jealousy and your hair and I love you, Will, all of you. Even the embarrassing weird parts.” He kisses him again. “Especially the weird parts.”

Will breathes slowly, carefully, evenly, face pressed to the inside of Nico’s thigh. His long eyelashes tickle his skin. Nico can feel the press of his Adam’s apple when he swallows, pulsing against his calf.

“I never thought you were a freak.”

Nico brushes his knuckles over his cheek. “I know.”

“I used to — talk about you. All the time. And your oxytocin levels.”

He smiles.

“I know.”

“Lee had a — chart.” Some of the flush rises back up in his cheeks. “A ‘Days Since We’ve Heard About Di Angelo’ chart.”

Nico bites his lip. Hard.

“The number never got higher than six.”

“…I am trying really, really hard, Will.”

Will sighs.

“You can laugh.”

Nico cracks up, trying desperately to muffle his giggles in his bitten fist. It doesn’t work very well, but the glare Will sends him is somewhat softened by the smile twitching at the corner of his mouth.

“Gods, you are — a mess.”

“Mhm.”

Nico cups the side of his face. Will turns, slightly, enough to press a kiss to the centre of his palm and then stay there, eyes closed, breathing against his sword-callused skin.

“I love you too, by the way. Obviously.”

“I know.”

“Don’t Han Solo me, you bastard.”

“Go ahead and try to stop me,” Nico challenges, grinning into the passionately indignant kiss Will presses to his lips, finally, letting Nico curl his hands in his hair.

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about Wade flirting with absolutely everyone in the x men mansion is him on top of Beasts examination table, laying on his stomach, kicking his feet and drawing out little hearts with his finger with his head in his hand.

"Ssoo... Come here often?"

"Wilson, please. Not today. I'm very busy."

"53 71 23 39 8 92~"

"What?" He adjusts his glasses, trying to figure out what nonsense he was on about this time. He hated when it was his turn to babysit.

"53 71-"

"No no, I heard you I just..." it takes him a whole minute before blushing, giving him an off, semi disgusted look. Hank was one of the few people he could still tease and still get a reaction out of. It's at this moment that he realizes that Wade is a lot smarter then he lets on.

"How long have you been this intellgent?"

Before he can think, voice spits out "Oh you know. Just Periodically~"

Hank swallows, shaking his head. "T-that was terrible... Get out before I tell your husband."

He lets out a little "eep!" scurrying off to find his next victim.. who just happens to be Rouge.

And Hank sends the same thing to Raven, who replies with nothing, leaving him on read...

[unlimitedhearts]

RIP Tumblr you would have loved Psych 😭

[starcurtain]

I fully believe that even after Kaveh manages to sort out his complete inability to detect Alhaitham's glaringly obvious feelings, he will still refuse to get together with Alhaitham for as long as he possibly can, simply because he knows that Alhaitham is going to be absolutely insufferable about their relationship.

He just knows: Alhaitham is going to be the smuggest man on the face of Teyvat about this. Alhaitham will be slinking around Sumeru City like the cat who just caught his first mouse, exceedingly proud of himself for an "accomplishment" that just somehow happened! That was nothing but sheer dumb luck! A lapse in Kaveh's judgment! Alhaitham's going to pepper their newfound relationship into public conversations where it doesn't even belong! "Well, it's a shame you chose your research partner so poorly. My significant other would--" He's going to think (shudder!) that buying all that ugly furniture actually worked!!

Who cares if Kaveh does want to be in a relationship with his roommate? He can not let it go down like this.

If they're going to get together, it's going to go exactly as Kaveh plans. To his specifications! By his rules!

Their inevitable romance is a competition, and for Sumeru's sanity, Kaveh cannot let Alhaitham think he's won!!!

[lanshappycorner]

aru the worlds most skilled dog tamer

[scalproie]

ITS THE SAME POSE SHUT UP

[chloesimaginationthings]

Mike’s got that sopping wet cat boyfail rizz.

Mike either makes people love him or hate him instantly, there’s no in between

[tommygotwrittenoff]

i just think if roles were reversed and buck was the one saying those gay ass lines to eddie, eddie wouldve proposed like four seasons ago

[ataraxianne]

Manifesting a future in which things will be better, the divorce has happened, Octavia is not a cockblocker to her father anymore but instead very open about a possible new relationship for him (he and Blitzø are still not an item) and then one day she talks with Blitzø and "What do you MEAN you dated fucking Verosika Mayday???!?!??" cue to her looking up and down to her father, helpless and discouraged "... Man, you have to step up your game"

[fabuloustrash05]

If you want to know which Ninja Turtle had the most rizz, Raphael has had an actual canon girlfriend in at least 3 different versions of TMNT and is also the only Ninja Turtle to have ever been canonly married.