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anonymous asked:

But imagine how hilarious it would be if Kuroo was allergic to cats.

OH MY GOD

Everyone thinks Kuroo loves cats so they always let him cat-sit for them and hang out with their cats, and he does love cats, he DOES, there’s just the little problem of the crippling sneezing fits he’s subjected to whenever he gets within five feet of one… Also, this probably goes without saying, but cats really love Kuroo and every time they see him they jump up on him and try to cuddle him into oblivion. He’s overjoyed and will keep cuddling them even though to the outside observer he looks like he’s literally about to die from his throat closing up. The cats are too important.

Kenma’s probably the only one who knows he’s actually allergic because he’s spent too much time with his throat almost completely closed up around Kenma’s cats to be able to fool Kenma about it. “No *achoo* way, *wheeze*, Kenma! I’m *achoo* totally fine!” Yeah right, Kuroo. 

Kenma keeps allergy medicine around for him now because he knows that nothing is stronger than Kuroo’s drive to pet cute small animals, so it’s up to him to make sure Kuroo doesn’t sacrifice his health in his quest for cute.

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Short hiatus.

Hey guys! As you may (or may not) have noticed, I haven’t been posting at all recently. This is because I’ve just moved, and I’ve been very busy this past week(s) with, well, a lot of stuff.

Anyway, there’s no internet here (yet), and I have no way of setting up my PC without a desk :-(

Hopefully I’ll be back by next week.
I may reblog a few posts but I’m trying not to use all of the data on my phone plan!

I should have said something earlier, but I wasn’t sure how long I’d be gone. Now that I have an idea, I can say something.

Thank you SO MUCH for following this blog. You have no idea how much it means to me. Or maybe you do, I dunno. Anyway, it’s about to reach an incredible milestone and I don’t know what to do. I’ll have plenty of time to think.
BE BACK SOON!

My darling Sara,

I hope you can forgive my lapse in communication. I have been poorly the past several days. Cassandra has alternated between threatening to bash me right off the ramparts and writing you herself should I not inform you. Forgive me, but I did not want to trouble you, not while you needed your focus elsewhere. Knight-Captain Rylen has shouldered much, along with Cassandra and Lieutenant Aclassi. I am strangely loath to give any responsibility to Michel de Chevin in such a capacity, now that Leliana has heard whispers of his character. Perhaps I must re-examine my estimation of all of our Chevaliers the more I hear such whisperings.

In more intriguing but unsettling news, Professor Frederic tells me the eggs we have retrieved are drawing closer to hatching. I initially dismissed the dangers, but he tells me all seven of the clutch are healthy. Seven dragonlings in Skyhold! How will we feed them? I have already begun to send for nigh on a herd of Druffalo and twice that in goats, though Lady Montilyet is suggesting fish of all things. Will a dragon even survive on fish? I do hope we do not come to regret raising dragons. I never thought should have cause to write such a sentence.

I have rambled, and for far too long, as though I were standing with you on the battlements talking of everything and nothing. The truth of it is that I miss you. I miss you terribly. I miss the profound sleep I never know unless you are beside me. I miss waking to you in my arms. I miss your fingers in my hair, and even when you tease me for my curls. I miss the heated chess games I never manage to sit still through. I miss thinking of you the whole trek to your quarters. I miss your lips on mine and the way you fit against me. I miss the taste of you, the warmth of you. I miss the light of your eyes when you see whatever it is you manage to see in me.

Please return safely, and please return soon. I pray, even the days I cannot quite manage to make it to the garden Chantry, that Andraste’s light will see you safely back to me. Maker help me, I cannot do this without you.

With all of my love,
Cullen.

And in an instant

I fucking love Shae. x____________x Get it girl, you are FIERCE.

My poor beloved Sansa. That’s just awful. And Sophie’s acting is spot on. Ugh, like I can’t put these feels into a proper wording. It’s interesting that she has a dream that she’s stabbed and then wakes up and BAM blood everywhere.

I see what you did there, HBO.