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ユーリ!!! on Ice - TV & BD/DVD Comparison | episode 7

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  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: Okay, but Allura never got to finish saying what the Blue Lion's qualities are? Why would she just skip over Lance?! Okay, yeah, he interrupted her, but what was she going to say? Will we ever know? Will the characters ever know? What if she was going to say something about how attached/close the blue paladin can get to people? What if it had something to do with Lance's insecurities? Maybe the blue paladin is supposed to be the confident one, so Allura felt like she didn't need to explain herself? I HONESTLY NEED TO KNOW LIKE IF THIS IS NOT ADDRESSED IN SEASON THREE I WILL RIOT because I need a scene where someone (preferably Keith because Ship™) asks Allura all casual, "oh yeah, what were you about to say?" and it ends up being this extremely deep thing that they all realize describes Lance perfectly and I just hate that Lance got completely glossed over about why he should pilot the blue lion and mAYBE IF ALLURA TOLD HIM WHY HE WAS PERFECT FOR THE ROLE HE WOULDN'T DOUBT HIMSELF SO MUCH. I think about this way too much. I am so distressed.

“Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood”  

>> Riza Hawkeye

[send me an anime and I’ll vector my favorite character <3]


#two very different relationships for shaw yet both so important #they both loved her so much but in different ways (one platonically and the other romantically) and its big because for someone that always thought something was wrong with her and no one would ever take the time to GET her #she ended up gaining two people that legit would’ve died for her and vice versa #they BOTH understood her and never judged her and loved her exactly the way she was #not to mention root and reese’s love for her even helped THEM bond in a way that made them start to care about each other #i just have a lot of feelings about these three tbh

  • Taurus: They didn't pay attention to the movie because POPCORN!
  • Gemini: "The thoughts I have at night were sadder than that movie and yes, I do cry every night before I go to sleep."
  • Cancer: They go to their room and cry a lot. They also probably look at the ratings and cry some more if the ratings were low.
  • Leo: The movie was okay. It reminded me of a time when... *goes on to tell a story about themselves*
  • Virgo: They just stare at the screen in emptiness and despair. They also used up all their tears during the movie.
  • Libra: "Am I feeling something?? What is this feeling?? Is it... SADNESS?? Oh no... Don't cry. You got thi-" *starts to cry*
  • Scorpio: "What was that? You said this movie was supposed to be sad. I didn't even shed a single tear. If this qualifies as a sad movie I don't even want to know what my life qualifies as."
  • Sagittarius: They keep ranting about the movie, and they constantly point out what was wrong with it.
  • Capricorn: "I need to go to my room..." *Screams into their pillow and cries for a good 10 minutes. Eventually walks out of their room like nothing happened*
  • Aquarius: "What? We were watching a movie???"

Nalu Week Day 7 : The End [is a New Beginning]

Extremely late Nalu week submission. 

Don’t ask me what Lucy is wearing. Can we just agree that it’s a star dress of sorts??

Sombra joins the fight
  • Tracer: I've got you now, Sombra!
  • Sombra: Do you? Well, I've got footage of you with a certain sniper when you were supposed to be on a mission. Didn't Overwatch lose that mission...? I hope it wasn't -- oh look, it was marked 'critical importance'.
  • Tracer: ... *hammers rewind*
  • --Later--
  • D.Va: I'm taking Sombra down!
  • Sombra: Ah, Hana Song. Are you livestreaming right now? I wonder what your followers would think of their gaming queen, if they knew she didn't actually know how to play Poké--
  • D.Va: Uh, uh, my mech's malfunctioning. Stream's going down guys, uhm, whoops. *flies off*
  • --Later--
  • Pharah: Target acquired.
  • Sombra: *sighs* Two words: mommy kink
  • Pharah: lost.
  • --Later--
  • Pharah, D.Va, Tracer, and others: Okay Sombra, this time you're not getting away. We've got the perfect agent to take you down!
  • Lucio: I guess that's my signal.
  • Sombra: Haha, please, let's see...
  • Sombra: *checks pocket computer* uhh
  • Sombra: *starts pulling out folders* hold on, wait
  • Sombra: *starts emptying her pockets* no wait I got this
  • Sombra: *finds a small, crumpled note* Ah hah!
  • Sombra: Lucio, what about that time you, uh, were fifteen minutes late to your shift in the... soup kitchen... because you'd found a sick dog and had to carry it all the way to... are you serious? Are you serious right now, that's it?
  • Sombra: You know what? Just take me in.
BTS CHAT: Yoongi, Namjoon and Jin prepare to confess to Y/N but they are shocked to run into each other in her backyard at night.
  • Namjoon crouches in the bush outside Y/N's window.
  • NAMJOON: (Deep breath) I can do this.
  • SUGA: Do what?
  • Suga pops out over Namjoon's shoulder.
  • Suga covers Namjoon's mouth.
  • SUGA: Will you shut up? Unless of course you want to alert the whole neighborhood that you're crouching in a girl's backyard at 12 am.
  • NAMJOON: What are you doing here?
  • SUGA: I saw you leave the house with your guitar, so I followed you.
  • NAMJOON: Well go back home.
  • SUGA: Not until you tell me what your plan is.
  • NAMJOON: What plan?
  • SUGA: Your plan to impress Y/N.
  • NAMJOON: I'll tell you after it works.
  • SUGA: (Shrugs) Fine, then I guess you I won't tell you mine.
  • ...
  • NAMJOON: Wait, what?
  • Suga opens up a bag and inside are chocolate, flowers and a mini speaker.
  • NAMJOON: What the hell man? Are you serious?
  • SUGA: Yup.
  • Suga walks out into the open and presses play on the song; First Love. Suga holds the speaker above his head and flowers in the other hand.
  • JIN: What the hell is going on here?!
  • Jin walks into the backyard with a picnic basket and a gigantic teddy bear.
  • Namjoon comes out of the bushes.
  • NAMJOON: Are you serious? Is following me just thing you guys do now?
  • SUGA: Well by the looks of it, it's that and liking the same girl.
  • JIN: You guys like Y/N?
  • NAMJOON: Yeah. Pretty much.
  • SUGA: No, I just like to take late night strolls into people's backyards. And sometimes, I like to buy myself roses.
  • JIN: AHHH!
  • NAMJOON: (Concerned) What is it?
  • JIN: Oh, just my back hurts from when you stabbed me!
  • SUGA: Was that supposed to be funny? Cuz it wasn't.
  • JIN: You'll know when I'm being funny Yoongi.
  • SUGA: Will I?
  • JIN: Both of you leave now!
  • NAMJOON: No way! I got here first!
  • SUGA: Actually, I got here first. Y/N brought me to her house before she even met you two.
  • JIN: Well I was born first.
  • SUGA: Speaking of that, I don't think Y/N would be into a 'mature' man.
  • JIN: Good thing I'm not mature then!
  • NAMJOON: I don't think that worked the way you wanted it to.
  • JIN: Shut up and leave. I didn't cook all this food for Y/N for you guys to ruin things.
  • SUGA: Fine. Leave the food here and I'll make sure Y/N and I don't let it go to waste.
  • JIN: Sometimes I really don't like you.
  • NAMJOON: I learnt how to play the guitar for her. Do you know how hard it is to strum with no pick?!
  • Namjoon, Jin and Suga look up at Y/N's window to see Jimin shirtless and poking his head out.
  • JIMIN: You guys are so loud. Y/N is trying to sleep.
  • SUGA: What the fuck?!

“Put your cap back on,” I said. “Get out!” “What?” Annabeth shrieked. “No! I’m not leaving you.” “I’ve got a plan. I’ll distract them.” ….“But you’ll be killed!” 

“I’ll be fine. Besides, we’ve got no choice.” 

Annabeth glared at me like she was going to punch me. And then she did something that surprised me even more. 

She kissed me. “Be careful, Seaweed Brain.”

I feel like I’m years late to this party (which I am) but i’m reading this for the first time and this was cute 

Platonic Sentence Starters
  • [ Requested by Anon forever ago! Sorry for taking so long! : ]
  • "I would punch someone for you."
  • "I set up a blanket fort in the living room."
  • "You made me a blanket fort?!"
  • "Do you mind if I cuddle up next to you?"
  • "I love a good cuddle. Come here!"
  • "Here, I brought you some comfort food."
  • "Do you want me to order some pizza or something gross for you to indulge in?"
  • "You'd tell me if I got fat, right?"
  • "Can you look at my eye and tell me if there's something wrong with it?"
  • "We can hug it out if you want."
  • "Your smile is contagious, you know."
  • "You weren't supposed to cut yourself. Here's a bandaid."
  • "Are you up to going out to eat?"
  • "I got up and made some coffee so you'd have some before you left. No thanks needed."
  • "Real talk, I support you and everything you do."
  • "Don't real talk. It makes me think you're getting too sappy."
  • "It's okay to cry. I'm here for you."
  • "You had a bit too much to drink last night, so I put you to bed before you got into trouble."
  • "If you're nervous, you can hold my hand."
  • "I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you."
  • "Oh, I'm sure you'd have someone else to support you. You're pretty great."

“How are we even together when you despise me so badly?”

“I approached you first because I hated you so much. Look where it got us~

“We’re lovers because of it.”

“How are we even separated when you hold me so dearly?”

Hey! You left me first because you loved me too much. Look where it got us.

“We’re rivals because of it.”

It was supposed to be a sketch but then it just.., yeah, Garrison and Voltron Klance. 

So to summarize it, back in one of the days at the Garrison, Keith was approached by this Cuban guy who has calling him his rival, which he’s been aware of for quite some time and so, he just went along with it  but somehow, they end up getting closer over time and got into a love-hate relationship. You could call them the competitive s o u l m a t e s who are kinda always (playfully) bickering and fighting but becomes lovey-dovey along the line. Keith is certainly a tsundere at times

When the Kerberos mission failure was announced, Keith was kicked out of the Garrison.., well, for the same reason he was in canon but then he didn’t contact Lance at all after that, which left them to be driven apart. Despite being left behind, Lance was still really worried about his partner although while looking for Shiro, Keith hoped that Lance would forget him, hate him even.

Later on, during Voltron, Lance and Keith are absolutely at each other’s throats all the time because of their confusing feelings and relationship status at that point and they are both avoiding to engage an awkward conversation that may lead up to everyone else learning about the history between them and the downfall of Voltron due to stupid emotions. 

Are they still together? Are they good or on bad terms? No one knows since they are the only ones aware of their (past) relationship and they don’t seem to bring it up into a proper conversation anytime soon because they have always been the kind to snap at even the pettiest thing coming out of each other’s mouth especially Lance, to the point they accidentally hurt one another’s feelings sometimes when it wasn’t supposed to and so, they’re stuck in that vicious cycle that only seems to repeat itself. 

~I’m not even going to bother with grammatical errors at this point~English is not my native language~It’s 11 p.m. XD~I’m no good but there you go~ GOODNIGHT

                                                                                         -Bleu ;)

NDRV3 Valentines Advice

Find yourself a Kaede, who will cheer on you for every little thing you do and hums with you all the songs you love at midnight.

Find yourself a Shuuichi, who will blush at compliments and will be there for you, on the loneliest nights, whenever you feel down.

Find yourself a Kaito, who will boast about how much you mean to them to everyone and will always tell you to follow your dreams.

Find yourself a Maki, who expresses their love in meaningful moments, and keeps doing it even if they go unnoticed.

Find yourself a Tenko, who will fight anyone who belittles you and will show you how to stand up for the things you love.

Find yourself an Ouma, who teases you a lot but actually cares so much of your well-being.

Find yourself an Angie, who will be the brightest light in your life and will teach you how to paint everyday in vivid colours.

Find yourself a Shirogane, whom you’ll watch shows together and will love your atypical quirkiness.

Find yourself a Gonta, who will treat you like royalty and will forever take care of you as a gentleman.

Find yourself an Iruma, who will put you as the most beautiful thing that has ever been created (after them, obviously :P)

Find yourself a Ryouma, who will always be watching over you, protecting you from any harm.

Find yourself a Toujou, who will serve you and will take on making you happy as their duty.

Find yourself a Himiko, who will sleep next to you and will teach you magic tricks when you are sad.

Find yourself a Shinguuji, who will tell you that you are living proof of humanity’s beauty and will recite you bedtime stories.

Find yourself a Kiibo, whom you will try to find the human part living inside you with, but will remain hopeful until the day both of you find it.

Find yourself. Find love. It can be romantic, it can be platonic. It will appear in the little things people do. 

It’s in the goodbye kiss your mother gives you before you leave.
It’s in the cake your friend bought you that one day.
It’s in the hug your brother asked for yesterday.

Realize that Valentines is supposed to be about every type of love out there, and that these little traits are everywhere.
Love yourself first, then go and find your match.

Good luck, and don’t despair. Remember: the truth will always hold some kind of hope.

Dear Newbies 2017

If your pred is mean/difficult/unresponsive:
If you can’t talk to your Regional Representatives/Block Leaders:
If you have no connections in your prefecture yet:
If you’re feeling crappy/culture-shocky:

My ask box is always open and always has Anonymous options turned on, and I’m not gonna judge you. If you chat me through the message feature on Tumblr, I’m gonna respond to you.

If you’re in a situation where you don’t feel right, or good, it is okay. That happens sometimes. And if for some reason you’ve found my blog and you’re lookin’ for a little sympathy, it’s more than okay to reach out.

I mean it’s ALSO really okay to message me to gush about how happy you are, how excited you are, about the good things happening. But I know sometimes the tough things are the ones we have trouble discussing. So y’know. Whatever you wanna do!

The Keys

Requested: Could you maybe write an imagine where Y/N ex boyfriend brings back the house key he had for Y/N apartment and Shawn is there. But Shawn didn’t know he had a key in first place and because he never got a key he is all jealous and pissed yells at Y/N? I hope that makes sense. Really appreciate your writings! Love only!

Your name: submit What is this?


After showering, you walk back into your living room with your hair still damp, but thrown into a messy bun. Shawn is over, so the two of you are planning to have a lazy night in. Since he has some time off, you’re finally getting to spend time together. You walk into to the living room to find that Shawn isn’t there where you left him. You can hear voices coming from the hall leading to the front door. One of them you recognize immediately as Shawn’s of course, but the other one sounds familiar too, and you wonder who would be at the door. Shawn’s frame is blocking the entire doorway, so you can’t see who’s at the door, but when you get closer you can hear the other person speaking. “Can you tell her I’m sorry I didn’t call?” Your ex-boyfriend says to Shawn. As much as you want to know what the conversation is about and why he stopped by in the first place, you don’t really want to walk into a conversation between your ex and your current boyfriend, so you stop and backtrack before either of them see you.

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theorangepaladin  asked:

I'm sorry if I'm a bother but, are we not supposed to ask you questions on twitter? I asked you one and got blocked so I didn't know 😅

Sending questions is fine – it’s kind of the point! – but my Twitter is set up pretty carefully to try to limit abuse. That means if you don’t have a profile picture or your twitter is under a certain amount of days old, or even if you follow only 4 people or something, you get auto-blocked. It also blocks people who use certain slurs (anti Semitic or misogynist language etc.) (it’s always funny when I see people being very excited about being blocked by me or other verified accounts, because it’s usually either automated OR Twitter thinks you’re a Nazi. Most people I know with verified accounts just use mute if they’re taking any action personally.)

It is annoying that lot s of perfectly nice people get blocked this way but until Twitter figures out a better way, tou can always drop a message and say you got blocked – but if you don’t include your twitter ID I can’t unblock you, so please do!

  • Gin: Mom, dad, Akutagawa smoked pot in college
  • Akutagawa: You are such a tattletale!
  • Gin: You know that mailman that you got fired? He didn't steal your playboys... Akutagawa did.
  • Akutagawa: Katai and Gin are living together!
  • Gin: Akutagawa married Higuchi in Vegas and got divorced AGAIN
  • Tachihara: I love Jacques Cousteau!
  • Elise: I wasn't supposed to put beef in the trifle!
  • Chuuya: I WANT TO GO!
Better Than A Cold Shower Drabble

A/N: This was just some idea I had. Hope you enjoy~

You had been living with your roommates for three years now, ever since you met them in freshman year of college.

One of the many things you learned from living with Laf, John, Alex, and Herc was how to deal with them when they got too frisky.

It’s not that you had a problem with the guys having sex but you just didn’t want see them going at it in the living room when you came back from classes. So throughout the years with them, you had learned words and phrases to deal with them better than even coldest shower.

You padded into the kitchen to get a snack, deserving a sweet reward of milk and cookies after finishing your calculus homework.

You stopped in your tracks when you saw Alex and John already in the kitchen, pretty much dry humping each other with their clothes still on……though not for much longer judging by the looks on their faces.

Those looks…Last time they had those looks they ended up breaking the blender.

You were not about to lose another appliance because of your roommates’ sex drives!

“You two…Either knock it off or take it upstairs.” You said indignantly.

The two males quickly blushed but continued groping each other.

“W-W-We aren’t doing anything…” Alex stammered, but having a hard time proving it since John was still planting kisses on his neck and pressing his hips to Alex’s.

“Alex, you’re a better liar when you don’t have John grinding against you.” You rolled your eyes at them. “And I remember us making a rule about this after you guys broke the blender. The ‘Don’t fuck where you eat legislation’ is what you called it, Alex, right?”


“We didn't…it was…supposed to be…for Laf…”

“Well the rules are for all of us.” You got an innocent smile on your face. “I also remember saying how it was okay to break it up~”

“(Y/N) don’t even think about it.” John grunted

“We’ll take it upstairs…please don't…” Alex panted.

You gave them a kind smile.





The two quickly broke apart as they shuddered in disgust. The perverted mood instantly killed and dragged away.

You quickly got your milk and cookies and left leaving your roommates to compose themselves.

voice meme!
  1. Recite a poem.
  2. Read the first page to one of your favorite books.
  3. Read the little blurb on the back of your shampoo bottle.
  4. Do a tongue-twister.
  5. Say something in a different language. 
  6. Share an anecdote.
  7. Do the rains in Spain stay mainly on the plains?
  8. Summarize the last film/TV episode you watched.
  9. Let us hear your ringtone and text message sound.
  10. Tell a joke. 
  11. What did you have to eat today? 
  12. Talk about something that really scares you.
  13. Talk about something that makes you happy.
  14. What is your favorite word?
  15. What is your least favorite word?
  16. What turns you on?
  17. What turns you off?
  18. What sound or noise do you love?
  19. What sound or noise do you hate?
  20. What is your favorite curse word?
  21. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
  22. What profession would you not like to do?
  23. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
  24. If you’re brave enough, sing us a little song.
Supergirl 2x15 HISHE
  • Kara: You're firing me?
  • Snapper: Of course I'm firing you.
  • Cat: *Walks into the room and rips Snapper's balls off like a paper towel*
  • Cat: Like hell you are.
  • Cat: *Storms out of Snapper's office, finds James Olsen*
  • Cat: Do you remember that you fucking work here?
  • Cat: Why the hell didn't you order Snapper to run the story?
  • Cat: What the fuck is wrong with you?
  • Cat: Did you not realize the only reason I left you in charge is because Kara doesn't have enough experience you run CatCo?
  • Cat: You were supposed to take care of her.
  • Cat: Now I've got an editor bleeding to death in his office.
  • Cat: And I have to fire *you* on general principal.
  • Cat: And give your job to Lois Fucking Lane!
  • Cat: And give Snapper's job to Clark Kent.
  • Cat: And I have to murder Lena Luthor for trying to take my woman.
  • Cat: Wait, forget I said that last part out loud.
  • Lena: You wanna go?
  • Cat: Bitch please.
  • Maggie: *Hands Kara a bowl of popcorn*
  • Alex: I've got $50 on Cat.
  • Maggie: That's a sucker bet.
  • Mon-El: Hey, Kara's with-
  • Alex: *Shoots Mon-El in the face with her new gun*

ly--canthrope  asked:

Hey honey! I was wondering if you could write a cedric x reader drabble based off the prompt "green". Thank you :)

@ly–canthrope you have no clue how excited I was to see a Cedric request paired with a sort of abstract, open direction that I could interpret. Thank you so, so much for such a wonderful prompt. I hope you enjoy what I did with it.

Cedric makes another round around the block, breaths creating short trains that fall off their tracks and disappear in mere moments. The crisp smell of winter burns his nose as he breathes, but he doesn’t bother adjusting his scarf. Two crimson berries from mistletoe hang over the doorway to his right, and from the arching window, he can see a happy family with kids tearing open presents and a dog running around howling away. He drops his eyes.

The sidewalk’s a hazard of ice and snow and grains of salt that do nothing to melt their foe. December’s a cruel month, one of bitter weather and even icier memories. He never meant for any of this. All he wanted was to win that damn tourney to earn some money for the future, but if he’d known what lay at the end of it, he’d never have placed his name in the goblet.

A snowman stands in front of him, one he’s seen five times now. It still waves, but the smile is drooping and the carrot’s about to fall out, shaken loose by a raven with jet black wings and a charcoal beak that won’t stop pecking at the thing. Cedric stares at it, frozen in his place, watching this innocent thing be destroyed by something out of its control. Merlin, how he wishes he were anywhere but here.

A bark comes from somewhere far away; it’s little more than a haunting echo here, but it startles Cedric from his reverie and he starts forward again, snow crunching under his feet. The raven behind him dives for the carrot with a mocking laugh. Cedric doesn’t bother to shoo it.

The house he’s looking for is navy blue with a chimney and shimmering gold curtains in the front room. A horrid color for curtains but one that’s the perfect color for hair, or, at least, that’s what you claim.

He blinks back the pain, the image curling around his vision like smoke. It’d be so easy to be lost in it all again, to find you in his arms with your head on his lap, with you laughing as you both try to catch snowflakes on your tongues, spinning and spinning and spinning until you stumble and fall into a silver snow drift, tugging him down after you when he tries to help you up.

It’d be so easy to be lost in you again.

Cedric stares at the boot prints on the sidewalk in front of him, ones that match the soles of his boots perfectly, as he continues forward. The navy house looms only a few driveways in front of him, drive untouched by footprints. You’re still here.

The package in his pocket shifts. It’s a small box, no larger than the palm of his hand, and wrapped flawlessly in a rose-stem green paper. He’d tried six times to wrap it properly. It had to be perfect for you.

Head still bowed, he trudges through the deep snow in your driveway. Usually, he’d be out here, helping shovel, but not anymore. God, if only he could go back and change it all.

The door’s a cream color, one the two of you accidently splattered with bright yellow paint two years ago. A paint gun experiment gone wrong.

Cedric almost smiles at the memory.

Another train of breath appears in front of him, this one longer, staying on its track as it floats out then up to the light above the porch.

He spots you, curled up next to the fireplace, nose in a book. The sight nearly brings him to his knees as it solidifies it all. You’re not waiting by the phone for his call. You aren’t wrapping a present made for him. You aren’t staring out the window waiting to yank him inside as soon as he gets here. No, you’re just living as though everything’s normal. Which, he supposes, it is for you.

He struggles to breathe as he sees the towering tree, a deep green, covered in crimson and cream tinsel, navy blue and yellow ornaments, the black and silver one he’d bought you nowhere in sight. A golden star perches on top of it, balancing carefully. He can hardly see the green underneath it all.

Suddenly exhausted, Cedric digs the gift from his pocket. He hesitates, glancing at you one final time before knocking.

When you open the door, there’s nothing but a set of footprints and a small green box nestled in the snow. You scan the area, but all of your neighbors seem to be enjoying the holiday indoors. You don’t blame them as you snatch the tiny gift from the snow and shut the door, shivering. It’s freezing outside.

Padding back to your seat, you turn the box over and over in your hands. There’s no name, no to or from or even an indication that this is supposed to be a gift at all other than the wrapping paper.

You know you should set it aside, ask your family if they were expecting anything, but curiosity gets the best of you, and you slide a finger under the flap of paper.

When you finally pop the top of the box open, you can’t speak.

The silver pocket watch shimmers in the firelight. Squinting, you read the engraving on the back. Time stops when I’m with you.

You’re certain this can’t be for you despite your fondness for pocket watches. No one would be so sweet, not since… well, no one anymore. But when you go to place it back in the box, you notice a folded piece of parchment.

It’s a letter in Cedric’s handwriting, obviously written before everything happened, a thank you letter for supporting him, for listening to him, for caring for him in an honest way no one else did.

Tears prick your eyes as you notice the words at the end, an addendum he must’ve gone back to add after it all broke apart.

I want to come home. I miss you.

You wonder if he knows how desperately you agree with that sentence.