Taylor Russell - Lost In Space S2

Taylor Russell - Lost In Space S2

Click the source link to find #234 gifs of TAYLOR RUSSELL season 2 of Lost in Space. She is of African-Canadian (unspecified) and white descent, so please cast her accordingly. All gifs have been made by me, so please like or reblog this if you find them helpful! Due to people not following my rules, I am now only sending links to those who confirm with me that they have reblogged the post (or have explained why they are unable to do so.) Give me a heads up if you use them to create gif icons or crackships - I don’t generally have a problem with it, but I have a few rules as far as crediting me! 

PLEASE, i feel so called out. i tell my cat everything, when i’m doing my skincare she just watches and i make it a mutual decision to which toner i use, etc.

when i’m watching a movie she seems just as into it as i am, and we just look at each other like “ 👀 ” when shocking things happen.

or when i’m dancing randomly and she catches me and i feel like i have to explain it… maybe i need help.

my last post makes me think about fingerprints shouto being that kind of pet owner; the one that absently talks to their pet like they're a person.

on his day off he's scrounging around for lunch with princess, opening the fridge like, "what do you think, love? leftover soba?" and they both just silently stare into the fridge together for a full minute before he murmurs, "yes, i think so too."

SHANNON THORTON Fab TV Interview (2022)

Happy Birthday Shoto Todoroki~ 01.11.2019.

I just finished this on his birthday and just missed to post it up TT.TT)

roses. kita shinsuke x reader

“Wow.”

You say this aloud, voice not at all absent of amazement as you enter the classroom and greet your seatmate: Kita Shinsuke. But, it’s not Kita you’re looking at. Rather, you’re staring with wide eyes at the mountain of roses that has amassed on top of his desk, in every color flower imaginable. 

It’s Valentines’ Week at your school, and your high school offers cheap rose deliveries for sale: you can send a rose and a note to anyone of your choosing, whether it be a significant other, a secret crush, or just a friend that you appreciate. You clutch your single pink rose to your chest and make your way to your seat. The Mt. Fuji of roses on Kita’s desk makes yours feel small and insignificant.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs, having the decency to look embarrassed. “Do you want me to move them?”

“No, no,” you tell him, sitting down in your seat next to him. It’s not surprise that he’s gotten this many. 

Kita is the captain of the volleyball club, even though you’ve heard people say that he’d never even been given a uniform before the start of this year. That didn’t matter to you; at his shy request, you’d gone to the Spring Tournament to watch them play. The way he moved across the court, saving even the most precarious of balls, was mesmerizing. His reputation also isn’t short of praise. He’s one of the top students in the grade and his sweet, polite charm is what draws everyone to him. He’s unobtainable to most girls, who have clearly relied on their rose grams to confess their admiration for him. But to you, he’s just your regular ol’ classroom partner. 

Well… you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive either. 

It doesn’t matter; he clearly has too many girls on his hands anyways. You’d hate to be another girl lost in that sea of roses piled atop his desk. 

As you reach into your bag to pull out your belongings, Kita questions, “You got a rose too?”

Yeah, you had. You purse your lips, attempting to bite back the smile on your lips. A pink rose, your first gifted rose ever, except the note attached to it had nothing but a little smiley face written on it. It was a pleasant surprise, one you hadn’t been expecting when you walked into school today. “Yeah, just one… I don’t know who it’s from, though,” you respond, feeling a sweet warmth creep up your body and rest on your face. Your mind runs wild with questions, wondering who would do such a thing, but you ultimately decide that when the time is right, that person will reveal themselves. 

“Oh,” replies Kita, sounding almost disappointed. Then, before you can even question his tone, he wears a warm smile on his lips once again. “Maybe that person will work up the courage to say something soon.”

“Hopefully,” you respond, a smitten smile dancing over your lips. 

“Pink roses symbolize love and admiration, you know.” 

“Do they?” Kita nods in response to your question. “Oh… that’s nice. How do you know that?” 

“My grandmother has a flower garden. I help with her arrangements sometimes.” 

The bell rings, signifying the beginning of class. As the teacher begins to pull together the attention of class, you nod your chin toward the stack of flowers on Kita’s desk. There must be at least forty piled there… “Maybe you can use those arrangement skills to do something with that,” you tell him, with a small laugh. 

Then, you turn your attention to the teacher’s announcements, but Kita’s eyes remain gently glued to the lonely pink flower on your desk. Yes, maybe one day that person would work up the nerve to confess.

In Kita’s eyes, it didn’t matter how many flowers he received; after all, he only sent one. 

i am back asking for the name of a fic! there was this pro hero!todoroki shouto fic and he was injured and bedridden due to an accident at work.

he downloaded this friend app thing and is chatting with the reader on it. sending a pic of his cat and just having fun while being injured and unable to do anything really.

— that is how far I came. i was reading it in the train and had to get off. i clicked off tumblr and clicking back on to read it i realised i hadn’t send it to myself or even liked it yet to find it and now i have desperately been searching for it for days! please help me 😭

[ it has been found! it is @shibaraki ‘like real people do’ ]