yo! i have finally finished getting my shit together lmao, so you can now watch

every moment of andrew rannells on hbo’s girls, without having to watch hbo’s girls

whether you don’t want to watch the show at all, or just want to rewatch his parts specifically, i have you covered with some handy compilation videos!!

i was gonna put them on youtube, then they were blocked, then i tried again and idek if they’re working anymore, but i gave up on youtube and headed over to google drive, so you can now find the first five seasons of andrew rannells compilations RIGHT HERE


Originally posted by girlshbo

some warnings for the videos:

  • blanket warning for course language and sexual references
  • sex scenes (season 2, around 7-9mins; season 5, around 12:10-12:50)
  • other nudity (season 4, briefly around 8:25; season 5, around 7:00-7:35)

let me know if anything goes wrong with the videos (but with the ~20-30 hours i’ve put into actually getting them online, they’d better work i swear…..)


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anonymous asked:

It just occurred to me, I've never seen twin fic in the Yuri on Ice fandom? But can we take a moment to imagine how Victor would react to two Yuuris?

if victor woke up and there were two yuuri katsukis on this earth, i think he would short circuit.  he would turn into grandpa from charlie and the chocolate factory. he would never get out of bed again.  

idek any other twin fic besides drunktuesdays’ “cool story, bro.”  i feel like that is kind of the fic that made twin!fic a Thing? i would try to stray away from that similar kind of storytelling, but i think it would be interesting to write a story where like, everyone has an evil twin, and yuri plisetsky finds out that he’s the evil twin. otabek loves him anyway, and they probably become supervillains. 

good evening :))))



The word sits heavy in Aaron’s chest and he doesn’t know why. At first he thinks it’s because Robert’s trying to worm his way into good books. Robert doesn’t have that expression, doesn’t look like he wants anything more than to explain, to confess, to come clean. 

Aaron’s head is in turmoil, chest tight, breathing difficult. He wants to hurt himself, wants to hurt Robert, but wants even more to forgive him. Robert’s hurt him, betrayed him in the worst way, but there’s a small knot of realization behind Aaron’s breastbone.

Everyone assumes Robert gets what he wants, sure, but they also assume he can cope, that no matter what, he’ll be the same old Robert. 

Aaron already knows that’s not true. He’s seen evidence for himself, even back in the prison when everyone assumed he couldn’t figure out how tired Robert was, how frayed, how broken. 

Now it’s just -

Now it’s just all come to a head. 

Robert can’t cope without him, and hasn’t he said as much? It’s just never seemed real before. 

Beautiful, Aaron thinks again, as Robert sleeps beside him. They’re still on the floor because Robert can’t bring himself to get back up on the bed, and Aaron doesn’t want to move him. 

It feels like too much, like he wants to get away, but something about Robert’s vulnerability, about how much love still sits between them, large and obvious, makes Aaron stay. 

Moving his chin, pressing a kiss to Robert’s head, Aaron thinks about that word. Such an odd choice of word for Aaron, who’d never call himself beautiful, who wouldn’t call himself much of anything. 

Other people have called him handsome, other words of varying degrees of appreciation, but never beautiful. 

He lifts an arm, lets Robert shuffle closer and wraps his arm around Robert’s shoulders. Part of him is still angry, still bright with fury that Robert could do this to him, to them. If Aaron was worth so much to him why would he -

Though it’s not really a question of that anymore. 

You turn yours on yourself. I turn mine on other people

Perhaps they’re not so different in coping mechanisms. 

Aaron brushes his spare hand over his face, then peers down at Robert as best he’s able. He can hear the steady intake and exhale of Robert’s breath, feel the brush of it against his neck. Robert’s never been so vulnerable, so accessible. Sometimes Aaron feels like he can read everything in Robert, and others it’s like he doesn’t know him at all. 

This moment might have been one of those, if not for the fact that Aaron does know Robert well. He knows when things are alright, when Robert’s being - Robert. There’s been something about him, something small and distant and empty in the way he smiles, talks, acts. Something not quite right, and now Aaron knows what it is. 

“Hey,” he says eventually, his back protesting at the angle. “Robert?”

Robert grunts into Aaron’s neck, but stretches, blinks heavily as he looks at Aaron. There’s a split second, because Aaron’s looking, where Robert looks surprised, grateful, and his heart aches. “You’re still here.”

Aaron doesn’t say anything, wants to shake Robert and tell him to get help, that he can’t keep doing this, but he’s promised to be better. “Come on, up.”

Eyes flicking to the bed, Robert swallows, nods. “Okay.”

If Aaron were a better man, he’d offer to let Robert sleep elsewhere, but he’s not. He can be selfish and jealous and mean when he wants to be, except for the fact that this is their bed. Aaron hates Rebecca, feels it blossom in his chest, and he’s damned if he’s going to let her ruin this for him.

“Come on.” 

Watching Robert change, eyes on the bed as he peels off his shirt, Aaron unzips his jacket. “Why’d you choose beautiful?”

“What?” Robert frowns. “When?”

“You called me your beautiful husband.”

It should be a light moment, and Aaron wants to make a joke of it, wants something about this to feel normal. But he can’t, and it doesn’t. Nothing about this is normal. 

“You are,” Robert says, cheeks red. He drops his shirt to the floor. 

Aaron stares at him, at the scar on his chest from the bullet wound, the one across his neck from the car. So many visible reminders of everything they’ve been through. He’s almost glad there isn’t one from this people can see; it’s something they get to work on between them, try for them.

“Am I?”

Robert stares at him, intense, and Aaron wants to look away, but he can’t. “You’re everything, Aaron. I know that might seem - might seem like I’m trying to make this better, but I can’t and I’m not. I just - it’s how I feel and after everything you deserve that.”

“You keep telling me what I deserve and what I should do,” Aaron says. 

“I’m not,” Robert says, looking panicked. “I just -”

“You’re just not used to people choosing you.”

It’s one thing to know it, another to see it confirmed. Robert’s face shutters for a second, a beat and then he’s shrugging, like it doesn’t matter. Like he thinks he doesn’t.

“I’m choosing you.”

Robert nods jerkily, something grateful and surprised. “I know.”

Aaron takes a step towards him, curls a hand around the back of Robert’s neck. “It’s not gonna be easy, and I can’t say I won’t ever bring this up, alright? We fight so much. But I do love ya. And I’ll always choose ya.”

“I know,” Robert says, in the manner of someone who does, who wants that with every fibre of his being. 

They’re both a little broken, the two of them, but together, somehow, they make it work. 

“Just don’t call me beautiful again, alright?”

anonymous asked:

since I'm just getting into them, I need some more convincing..... top 5 gayest pristin moments? -kiss scene anon

ksajdghlkjadsglk what can be more convincing than their existence itself LMAO JK i’m glad you’re trying to get into them, I’m actually very happy for you bc askdjlgakl only good things are on your way ;) instead of doing a top 5 I’m just going to list you some gay stuff they’ve done

But first some pics as a warm up ;)

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Imagine: two imperials of different elements and kingdoms who are at war, both are heirs to the throne

They meet by pure chance during a social gathering, neither realizing who the other is, and they ditch the social and go chill together and from there a relationship quickly blooms, undaunted even as they realize that their partner has the blood of a rival

They keep their relationship secret for as long as possible until they are discovered. To prevent separated one runs away to join the other, but in retaliation their kingdom states it a kidnapping and declares war.

The two stay together and fight the war side by side, becoming a symbol of peace and love throughout the flights and even being spoken of in the beastclans

The war rages on for longer than it has any right too, one kingdom fueled by hate too long boiled to be calmed and the other fueled by the want to be free to love and live.

Finally, it seems the war is slowing to a stop, the peaceful kingdom and its lovers slowly winning out against the rival. The last battle comes up, the tides seemed pitched clearly in the lovers favor.

Then, a last act of desperation, a poisoned dagger slipped between the ribs of one of the lovers, the attacker quickly dispatched but the damage irreversible. The lover falls quickly, the poison lethal and fast acting.

In despair and rage the other imperial slips a dagger into their own heart, coughing out blood and laying alongside their love as both lives are snuffed out.

For a moment the entire battlefield goes, the grief at these two beloved dragons falling heavy and palpable in the air. Then, the unthinkable happens.

The corpses shift and groan, dark magic sizzles along their hides as two are knit into one. A low rumbling snarl echoes across the quiet battlefield as the emperor stands, eyes glittering with a righteous fury.

Possessed by anger and fueled by a dark magic it slaughters both sides of the war, both kingdoms falling. Enemies and friends alike fall to the beasts claws and fangs, and even if wounded the creature doesn’t even flinch as a foul smelling black ichor pours from the gashes in its skin.

There are no survivors of this war. There isn’t even any indication whether what happened truly happened or not. It is both a fairytale told to speak of the strength of love and a nightmare whispered to warn against hate.

There are many endings to the story, some say the emperors was killed by survivors. Others say that the emperor slaughtered everyone then, black tears running down its grotesque maw, it flew away into the night never to be seen again.

touch starved mac being unable to initiate any kind of bodily contact with dennis out of fear of echoing the constant rejection he faced as a kid, until one day they’re lounging on the couch and dennis reaches over wordlessly, encircling his fingers around mac’s wrist and bringing the other man’s hand to a rest near his own shoulder. “it’s okay, you know,” he says, fighting the initial resistance coming from mac and gently guiding mac’s fingertips along the line of his collarbone. “i like this. i like it a lot, actually.” he runs mac’s thumb along the curve of his neck, coming to a halt when he reaches his jawline, drinking in the rapturous expression on mac’s face. he brings his lips to each of mac’s fingertips one by one. “you can always do this with me.”

Also Even saw Isak on his first day of school. But he never made a move, because what if he would turn him down, the same way Mikael did. He wouldn’t be able to go through that again.
But then he caught Isak looking at him, and his heart jumped a little. And for the first time, he felt hopeful again


Loki & Amora, and I may or may not have watched Tales of Asgard again.

Idek why I love these two so much.  Springhole plot generators are great, because the plots are just stupid enough for this dumbass duo:

a moody elf makes an impossible demand + minor protagonist finds a way to realize a goal but something goes horribly wrong + the item that the protagonist has worked so hard to get turns out to be a complete myth

When it’s Cor’s birthday, he receives a gift from Regis and…

  • There’s definitely a shop in Insomnia that sells them. Regis browses through a catalog online and found one he was looking for, thinking Cor would appreciate it
    • “Clarus, he’s going to love them. Right?”
    • Ecstatic, Your Majesty.”
    • “I don’t like your tone.”
    • “Oh dear… that’s tragic.” [rolls eyes]
  • Once the package arrives, Regis wraps it all up and gives it to Cor
  • Cor takes the gift box with a red ribbon tied but when he opens it and takes the slippers out, he… doesn’t have much words. Green and tentacles. Very green and tentacles. Wait, wasn’t this creature on some tv show?
  • Regis waits, smiles, and waits some mor. Cor loves them, he totally does, he thinks.
  • But Cor stares at Regis then to the slippers and to Regis again. He tries, he really tries to smile
    • “Thank you, they’re uh… they’re really nice?” They’re for kids. They’re definitely for kids.
  • “Aren’t they? I thought they were perfect for you. I even got a pair for myself. And look, we match!” 
    • Cor looks down and yup, the king is wearing the exact same slippers, and the poor Marshal really doesn’t know what to do while holding the box.
    • And Regis is dying from the wait. “Well? Go ahead and try them on. I hope I got your size right.” There’s that lingering pout that Cor catches and he knows all too well
  • Cor couldn’t say no. He doesn’t have the heart to especially when Regis is giving him THAT look. He takes off his boots and puts on the malboro-slippers
    • “They’re warm.” Cor notices and toes wiggle inside. He starts walking around, getting a feel of it. “Comfortable too.”
    • Okay. So they’re not too bad, and Regis is practically beaming. “Happy Birthday, Cor.”
    • Of course, Cor forgot
  • Later on in the day:
    • “I take it he liked the gift?” Clarus asked
    • “He does.” Regis looks out and spots Cor walking with the slippers still on while the children followed behind. Noctis & co are all curious as to what Cor was wearing. The King catches faint words in the air. 
    •  A rather fine gift from His Majesty.”