Headcanon || Loss

Richard had one actual pet in his childhood, a white canary named Gail. When he was six his father decided it was a suitable punishment to grab Gail out of her cage and squeeze until she snapped. Richard never let an animal near his father again, and has been afraid to adopt a new pet ever since.

carol-danvers:

✰ 1/20 favourite photos of Andrew Scott ✰

Acting On a Virus || The Gamatoms & Richard

mathasrabies:

The guy wanted to buy him a drink! That meant he had the hook in him, right? Well, he’d certainly caught his attention, that much Rand was sure of. Usually, when one of the brethren brought somebody home, they brought them tied up and gagged, as kidnap victims. Looking the man over - and making no secret of his wandering eyes in the dim and flashing lights - Rand knew he was no match for the guy physically. Still, the human was pretty wasted, so maybe that would help smooth over Rand’s, admittedly, immature seduction skills.

“I got a better idea, yeah?” Rand said, speaking loudly over the music. Glancing over to the stage where the singers were so loud it made it hard to even think, Rand leaned in gently and spoke in the man’s ear, resting his hand on the guy’s arm. “How ‘bout we get outta here? Go somewhere a bit more private, yeah?” Rand sat back then, tipping back the last of his drink and giving the other his best smoldering sex-eye look, his yellow and black eyes catching the lights that flickered near them. He did not move his hand away from the small bit of contact between them, hoping and praying that the guy was drunk enough not to take offense.

The guy wasn’t very subtile, that much was obvious. He didn’t exactly try hiding his wandering eyes or the look in him. Richard couldn’t help the flare in his already flushed cheeks or the slight tug to the corner of his lips. It was… well flattering, he supposed. The man was, well an odd ball, but it was always a compliment to… well, know someone found you attractive – at least that’s what he assumed the looks meant.

Doe eyes blinked as he felt a hand press to his arm and the other man was suddenly much closer to him than he’d been before. Richard did have to admit, he would prefer someplace quieter… and it wasn’t like anyone would notice if he left, they were all too busy with their drinks and singing to notice he hadn’t returned anyway… 

The look the other gave him nearly caused the actor to giggle, the shorter man didn’t look like one to pull off smoldering sexy well, but the way the light caught his unique golden orbs was breath taking in their own way. A grin stretched across Richard’s lips, “Yeah, alright.” The actor finished his drink surprisingly quickly, before turning to head for the door. 

krystaledge:

I am never gonna get over how adorable this is.

Your character overhears someone calling mine ‘a slut’, what does your character do?

the-nevada-nerd:

bangbangsilverhammer:

I need more Andrew in my life.

We all need more andrew in our lives

Send one of the following for my muse’s reaction (Medical Edition)

the-grease-painted-lady:

• “And here I thought erections lasting four hours or more were a myth.”
• “I’m telling you, honey and cinnamon cure everything.”
• “This is going to sting.”
• “Don’t swallow that.  It’s a suppository.”
• “At this point, how is your liver even still functioning?”
• “I hope you’re not scared of needles.”
• “So, uh, does a vibrating dildo stuck in the ass warrant an emergency room visit?”
• “You’re running a fever.  Get back in bed.”
• “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of doctors.”
• “No, urine does not help jellyfish stings and don’t you dare unzip your pants!”
• “I hope you’ve learned a valuable lesson about inappropriate uses for vacuum hoses.”
• “Stop scratching or I’ll duct tape oven mitts to your hands.”
• “You won’t feel a thing.”
• “I made you chicken noodle soup.”
• “It’s just a finger prick - don’t be such a baby.”
• “The pregnancy test is positive.”
• “Have you tried drinking out of the wrong side of a glass?”
• “Does that hurt?”
• “Trust me, I’m a doctor.”