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anonymous asked:

Do you think the paladins celebrated holidays on the ship?

Yes!!! I do!!!

  • I think that one of them probably brought up holidays or birthdays at one point and everyone’s just like :/ because who the hell knows how much time has passed.
  • So Coran (who can probably sympathize, what with having lost his entire culture and all) works with Pidge and Hunk to figure out what time it is back on Earth. And a year has passed so they’re just like, well I guess we should throw everyone a collective birthday party.
  • So they do and everyone gets in on it, buying each other gifts and stuff at your local Space Mall™ and Allura sets aside a day for everyone to take a break because, hell if they don’t need one.
    • Coran and Hunk bake the ultimate birthday ‘cake’ which isn’t as much a cake as it is a bunch of alien ingredients cooked to resemble a cake. Hunk still manages to make it taste good because he’s the galaxy’s #1 chef.
    • They spend the whole day talking about their birthdays back on earth and stuff.
      • “I can’t believe Shiro’s six.”
      • They offer to throw Keith like 10 more parties once he reveals that he didn’t really have any until he met Shiro and became his honorary brother.
      • Lance almost cries when he’s talking about his family and everyone gathers him into a collective group hug.
    • Allura and Coran are #confused.
      • “Why would humans celebrate their birthday every year? That seems like an awful lot of trouble to celebrate a person’s life that often.” “…” “How long you you think people live?” “Hold on, how long do Alteans live?!”
  • After that, they keep track of Earth’s calendar and proceed to celebrate big holidays.
  • On Halloween…
    • Lance is just, “Exactly how mad at me do you think Allura would be if I went and knocked on everyone’s door on this next planet and asked for food.”
      • Needless to say, the others keep an eye on him the whole day.
    • They do end up finding a bunch of the alien equivalent of sweets but Shiro steals half of them because Halloween is his thing and he has a serious sweet tooth.
      • The others devise a plan to take them back but Pidge gets away with the loot and hides it and the candy is never to be found again. (It’s in the vents).
  • Christmas…
    • Of course they buy each other gifts cause why not. It’s adorable.
      • Both Keith and Lance buy each other two gifts. One is really thoughtful and sweet and the other is a cheap gift that they give while everyone’s exchanging gives. They give the meaningful ones to each other secretly because they don’t want the others to tease them.
    • Mistletoe.
      • Allura has no idea what it is and Shiro is flustered.
      • Everyone conspires to get Keith and Lance under the mistletoe but it doesn’t work and everyone’s disappointed until Keith lets it slip that Lance already pulled that trick on him when they were walking to breakfast.
  • New Years…
    • They all sit down together in the control room and Pidge and Hunk hook up a timer and they all watch it count down. When it hits zero there’s this moment of silence because as much as they’re glad that Earth has survived another year, they want more than anything to be there.
  • And because I can’t let anything end on a sad note, Allura and Coran show the Paladins a bunch of holidays that Altea celebrated. It’s such a bittersweet thing but it’s so amazing to see these memories coming to life before them. Even if the lovely elegance and extravagance of an Altean celebration dissolves into lighthearted fun and laughter, it reminds them that they have a new family. And as strange as it might be, it’s a wonderful thing to be a part of.
What I Never Knew I Wanted (3/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Umm so far nothing?

Bucky’s wife is pregnant, it’s everything he could have ever wanted. But being an Avenger and a new father is one hell of an act to juggle. When panic sets in he can turn to Steve and his wife, but why did it look so easy with their twins? The late nights, the days gone, something are just worth it right? But like hell will Bucky let anything come between him and his family let alone let anything harm them in any way.

A/N: There is Blue Stick Crossover in this Series, so if you haven’t read The Blue Stick highly recommend it!!

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anonymous asked:

can you do more jealous!daryl? it's my fav trope! i love your fics sm

Jealous Daryl is my fav too. And thank you lovely, enjoy! 

That ‘king’ was really beginning to get under his skin, like nails down a chalk board kind of way. 

Daryl had gone back to The Kingdom to tie up arrangements for the war, to make sure everything and everyone was set to go. 

He could have done this in just the one day (if he was being honest with himself) but instead he’d stayed three days, giving him the time to visit a particular silver haired friend. 

He knew Ezekiel was fond of her, hell Richard made that clear, but he was coming to realize the extent of that fondness the more time he spent around the man. 

On the first day of his visit he’d walked over to find two of his knights saddling up their horses, baskets of food attached to the sides. 

“Make sure the fair maiden takes these, she’ll persist but I know she’ll eventually cave,” he heard Ezekiel say making him roll his eyes with annoyance. 

“She don’t need no damn food,” he muttered as an opening welcome to get Ezekiel’s attention.

“Welcome friend,” Ezekiel greeted before explaining, “and I’m just assuring she’ll never have a need for any.” 

“Yeah well she can take care of herself,” he muttered, “don’t need no king to help her.”

“My intentions are all good dear friend,” the king told Daryl, an almost challenging look on his face.

Daryl shrugged it off with a grunt wanting to move on to more pressing matters, the tension quickly forgotten. 

Carol was mentioned by Ezekiel much more than he was comfortable with that day, even going as far as asking the nature of the relationship between himself and Carol.

“None of ya damn business that’s what it is,” Daryl growled in response, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck raise in defence.  

The king seemed to decipher his answer for a moment before nodding, a satisfied smile coming across his mouth, “forgive me, I don’t mean to pry, I still have lots to learn about that intriguing yet elusive woman.”

“Yeah well why don’t ya focus on the problem at hand first ‘fore ya go round chasin’ tail ya ain’t ever gonna catch,” he snapped.

His words were far more direct than he was used to leaving him wondering where that outburst had come from.

“I see Carol is a particularly sensitive subject,” Ezekiel replied calmly, “one I shall be sure to avoid for the rest of your stay, I don’t wish to quarrel.”

Daryl gave an abrupt nod and turned on his heel, saying in few words that he’d see him again tomorrow.  

The next day came around and Daryl mentioned to Ezekiel that he’d be going to visit Carol that evening and so wouldn’t be around to discuss matters of the upcoming war.  

Ezekiel nodded in what Daryl thought was understanding, he didn’t question his motives any further, good. However apparently he was wrong. He approached her house later that day he saw the very same man stood on her porch, an extravagant bunch of flowers in his hand. 

Mother fucker,” Daryl growled under his breath, sticking to the tree line to remain hidden. 

From where he was crouched he saw Carol with an unamused expression on her face, her hip tilted as he hand came out to rest on it. 

He was too far to hear the nature of the conversation but there was enough body language that he got the idea. 

Carol took the flowers eventually, impatiently waving one hand at him to follow her in, the door shutting behind him.

Daryl could feel the white burning anger building up in him, that fucker knew he was coming to see Carol and he had the nerve to ruin that. The fact that Carol invited him in made him all the more angry, he never thought she’d be the type to fall for cheesy words and a bunch of fucking flowers. He stood up from where he was crouched, pacing back and forth as his eyes burned holes through the door. He had half a mind to go up and rip the door off the hinges, but he was too scared at what he’d find. Ezekiel wasn’t subtle with his advances, quite the opposite in fact. Maybe she liked that, being courted by a gentleman, hell Daryl weren’t no gentleman, couldn’t be even if he tried. She deserved a gentleman sure, but shit if he wasn’t happy about it. That king knew exactly what he was doing, he was slyer than she knew. 

Daryl jumped back down in the foliage as the door swung open again, Ezekiel stepping out, saying something to her before picking her hand up in his, leaving a second to long kiss there. 

Carol’s expression was hard to read from this distance, had she liked that? 

His mind was in overdrive by the time Ezekiel was finally out of sight and her door was closed once again. His feet dragged him straight to her porch before he’d even thought about it. His hand coming down to bang on her door, his aggression making the door rattle on his hinges.

“Christ Ezekiel you trying to break the door do-” the sentence died on her lips as she was faced with someone that was not Ezekiel.

“Yeah I’m sorry ya king went back off to his kingdom, ya stuck with the peasant,” he muttered sarcastically, not exactly the greeting he was going for after not seeing her for weeks.

Carol frowned for a moment, thrilled to see him but thrown by his anger, “Daryl you’re not- I mean- what are you doing here?”

“Oh so he’s allowed to grace you with his presence no questions asked but I gotta get a the third degree, jesus give me a fuckin’ break,” he grumbled bitterly brushing past her into the warmth of her home.

“Well hell-fucking-o to you too,” she said sharply, closing the the door behind him.

Daryl sighed, he knew he was being a dick but fuck he couldn’t help it. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled half-heatedly.

“What’s up your ass?” she asked bluntly, putting a kettle over the fire to heat them a drink.

“Nothin’, it’s…” he trailed off as he scanned the room. There was very little difference to last time only the bouquet of flowers Ezekiel had brought her was now arranged in a vase on her table. God that wasn’t helping, “fuck.”

“What?” Carol questioned, putting her hands on her hips, glaring at him accusingly.

That glare got under his skin like nothing else, fuelling the already roaring fire.

“Just didn’t realise you’d cozied up the ol’ king since my last visit,” his voice almost sounding like Merle’s as he let his accent flow through,

“Cozied up?” Carol was confused to all hell right now, her eyes flickering to the flowers that Daryl had previously noticed, “cause of the flowers? Seriously? Daryl.”

“Well ya don’t give a girl flowers cause ya want her to be ya friend,” he growled, a deep rumble coming from within his chest, “and I sure as hell don’t let any of my friends kiss my hand goodbye,” he continued pointing at her accusingly.

A smirk was on Carol’s face now as her eyes swept over his angry form.

“The hell ya smilin’ bout?” he snapped, his arm dropping back to his side.

“You’re jealous,” Carol said simply, still smiling in amusement.

“Wha-” he was thrown off by her accusation, “I ain’t jealous of some pompous king.”

“But you are,” Carol said her usual teasing coming out to taunt him, she took a step toward him before speaking again. “You may not be jealous of the ‘pompous king’ as a person but you’re certainly jealous that he’s awfully friendly with me.”

“The hell ya mean awfully friendly?” he asked before he could stop himself. Shit. “I ain’t jealous,” he reiterated. 

Her head tilted to the side, raising an unconvinced brow at him. 

“If you say so.”

“I ain’t.” 

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“Whad’ ya mean by awfully friendly?” he couldn’t help himself.

Carol shot him a grin, closing the last of the space between them, her hands coming out to smooth the collar of his shirt down as she talks, her eyes focused on the stitching. “I mean he comes, tries to buy me over with food, flowers, wine, books, anything he thinks I’ll like. I tell him thank you, he insists on kissing me on the hand, I send him away, there’s no feelings of reciprocation if that’s what you’re worried about.”

She dares a glance up at him, gauging his reaction before making any further moves.

“He knew I was comin’ tonight, did it to piss me off,” he grunted, his voice soft now.

“Clearly it worked,” she spoke, “you ready to admit you were jealous yet?”

He shifted on his feet, her touch burning and soothing him all at the same time as her hands ran the expanse of his shoulders.

“I might’ve been, a bit,” he admitted, his voice barely about a hoarse whisper, “just don’t want ya gettin’ hurt.”

“Don’t lie,” Carol warned lightly, her hands sliding down his arms, stopping at his wrists,  “that may have been part of it, but it wasn’t the only reason. I’m not asking you to bare all to me but don’t down play what’s really going on here.” 

He looked at her with a heated gaze, fuck she was beautiful. And yet, he still couldn’t find the words he wanted to tell her, this slow burn, it would continue at the same agonising pace till he grew some balls. 

She went to drop his wrists as he failed to give her a response, his hands jumping out quickly to lace her fingers with his own, his thumb grazing the length of hers back and forth. 

Right now this is all he had, and god he hoped it was enough, he had a war to fight, he wasn’t going to leave her here with unfulfilled promises and words that didn’t mean a damn if he wasn’t able to act on them. 

A whisper of a smile tugged at her mouth, taking all he had to offer, it was enough, it was always enough. 

“You’re cute when you’re jealous Dixon,” she teased, feeling his finger draw circles against the back of her hand.

“Stop,” he muttered, a soft snort escaping him.

anonymous asked:

so are you going to explore the fact that Celestino deduced Yuuri and Viktor were sleeping together without Yuuri telling him? bc that set up of tacit betrayal, and Yuuri being so into it he never told his coach (the person who thought he had a handle on that important part of Yuuri's competitiveness) one word about it is so hot to me. hell awaits for me, i know, i know.

It’s not really a betrayal though because Yuuri is a fully grown adult and he is allowed to have privacy and secrets, he has no obligation to tell Celestino anything about his private life. So Celestino isn’t feeling betrayed or anything like that because he understands that it’s entirely Yuuri’s choice how much he reveals about his romantic/sex life to his coach, if anything 

anonymous asked:

Ok I feel bad that I don't know but what is a kabuki drop???

No worries! They’re a way of rigging something (usually a back drop) to fl in or out very quickly. The Orlando backdrop in Book of Mormon that gets sucked down to reveal Spooky Mormon Hell Dream is a released on a kabuki drop. They’re rigged a variety of ways depending on what the item is, the theater’s rigging capabilities or what look is trying to be achieved. In the show I’m working on now the kabuki drop is for a huge American flag. It unfurls from the grid in one movement and then the whole flag drops from the grid and is carried offstage. We have the whole flag accordion folded and tucked into a duveteen strip. The duv is released by one set of 5 loops, hooked on pins. The “firing” is done by sending power to magnets that pull the pins back. It’s a weird system but it (mostly) works. However this particular set up has quite a lot of space for human error. But kabuki drops come in all shapes and sizes, my college had one that was basically a trough that rained trash and empty beer cans onto the stage. It was…a choice.

Fun story of the day: two days ago I was in my english class and we had to write haikus and my friend passes me this paper up silently and it was my birthday a few days ago and it was my present apparently so i opened it and all i saw, written in beautiful blue calligraphy, was

Up Satan’s Butthole

Into My Deep Fiery Hell

Tampons Up My Ass

And let me tell you folks. I was sitting there trying so goddamn hard not to cry in the middle of english class. As my teacher went on about the transience of life, I was hunched over my chair trying to keep the tears in. I was honestly in shock. The last line has haunted my dreams for the past few days. She almost drew an illustration too. She made it a set of three. One day, I’m going to be sitting at the dinner table with my family and suddenly. I will remember. Tampons up my ass. And i will never be the same. Friends, I am never forgetting this and now you won’t either.

anyway fun storytime 

one of the art critiques i got a while back was that i don’t push my facial expressions far enough when i draw ppl which is true as hell so i’m gonna make a legit effort to fix that in this set of taz scenes

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Forget Me Not - Chapter 1 - TheHomestuckWhovian - Voltron: Legendary Defender [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 6/?
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Matt Holt/Shiro
Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron)
Additional Tags: Cursed AU, forgotten, Alternate Universe - Magic, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Suicidal Thoughts
Summary:

There Keith was, surrounded by all his friends, a picture of total contentment. At least, he would be, if something weren’t missing.

Keith agrees to test a spell for his brother’s best friend and discovers a vaguely familiar boy who no one can remember. What follows is a series of magical shenanigans that will either be tragic or entertaining as hell.

anonymous asked:

goddams good story you are writing here 8D! Funny thought, how our SuperNordics would react if they had their bodies swapped? XD

Thank you so much!! <3

Hmmmm… It would be a train-wreck LOL

Imagine:

Matthias gets swapped into Emil’s body = crashing into things while trying to figure out super speed and how it works; ends up simply lying on the ground after smashing his nose into a wall while trying to stop 

Emil gets swapped into Matthias’ body = ends up setting something on fire for sure, be it something in the kitchen or something in the dormitory; scares the hell out of Lukas when his so-called “boyfriend” is rampaging in the dormitory, screaming about being on fire

Berwald gets swapped into Tino’s body = a hell of a trippy experience; gets freaked out over how sensitive he is to everything; vows to never let anyone tease Tino over his heightened senses again

Tino gets swapped into Lukas’ body = one very scary and very frightened boy shooting energy blasts and screaming whenever the troll appears behind him

And then Lukas gets swapped into Berwald’s body = the only one trying to calm everyone down and failing miserably, especially when he accidentally touches something and transforms into the material of that thing; at one point ended up being wood and nearly burnt to death with Emil-turned-Matthias shooting fire everywhere 

So yeah, a very dramatic and panicky train-wreck would occur. 

Thanks for the ask! <3

Princess Bride: The Shoot From Hell That Made A Beloved Film.

The Princess Bride is one of the most popular heartwarming films of all time. But the story of its production was no fairy tale. Here are just a few of the events that happened on set:

  • The lead actors didn’t get along. Robin Wright and Cary Elwes fought constantly, often refusing to kiss each other on cue. In one instance, the actors refused to be on set in the other’s presence, necessitating many scenes to be shot with doubles, or one angle at a time. 
  • Director Rob Reiner made the film while suffering from brain parasites. Picked up from bad catering on “Stand By Me,” Reiner frequently collapsed on set, losing the shooting day as a new worm was found and removed from his cerebral cortex. He was finally cured of the disease only days after filming ended.
  • The “Cliffs Of Insanity” shoot lasted well over 7 months. Weather refused to cooperate with the dangerous stunt of climbing the rope. Every time the actors were in place they had to come back down before a storm hit, and seven stuntmen were killed when they couldn’t get free in time. Due to the dangerous conditions, many of their skeletons remain on the Cliffs of Moher where the sequence was filmed.
  • Author Donatien François who wrote the book on which the movie was based was furious over the adaptation and often showed up on set despite a restraining order. He managed to burn down the castle sets twice, kidnap Billy Crystal for two days, poison the craft services table with Iocane powder, shoot Werner Herzog, steal most of the horses and viciously bite off Christopher Guest’s sixth finger for which he had been cast. He remains in jail as of 2016.
  • The budget soared from an intended $16 Million dollars to a record $98 Million, and its planned two month shoot lasted well well into 1987, the film having begun shooting in 1983. During this time numerous roles had to be recast, and many crew were replaced, including ten cinematographers, four directors (Reiner was preceded by Stanley Kubrick, Roman Polanski, and Werner Herzog), and had to reshoot many scenes when the movie took so long to make that the first footage shot had decayed by the time it made it back to the developer lab.
  • The large rats used as “ROUSs” were real rats that had been specifically bred upward in size to be in the movie. Taking 4 years to breed, the giant rodents were uncontrollable on stage. In a single day, they ate all the catering, splattered the swamp set with noxious feces that caused sickness among the handlers, tore up most of the costumes, killed an alligator which was to have appeared in the scene, and seven of the beasts were lost into the streets where they caused a massive traffic accident and plagued the Fox Studio lot for decades. One can be seen hiding in the background of a shot in Alien 3.
  • Wallace Shawn stubbed his toe on a rock while shooting the famous battle of wits scene. He tells the story in “My Dinner With Andre.”
6

we are destined to hold two truths:

i love you and i fight you

things to appreciate in the Spring Day mv:
  • RAP MON SINGING IN THE BEGINNING
  • THE SMOOTH TRANSITION BETWEEN SETS
  • VOCAL LINE SOUNDING BETTER THAN EVER
  • also shoutout to whoever threw this cake with expert precision because it definitely hit namjoon in the face

USE OF THE BOOK OMELAS FOR THE MV PLOT THATS STILL CONFUSING AS HELL BUT W/E ITS AESTHETIC

THIS BIRTHDAY PARTY NO ONE WANTED TO BE AT 

THIS MOUNTAIN OF LAUNDRY???? 

MOUNTAIN OF LAUNDRY PT. 2 BUT PRETTIER????

and also everyone looks amazing and this song is 10/10 and i feel like the live performances are gonna be emo af and im ready

so i’ve seen a few posts about the foxes getting a team snapchat and i just. adore the idea so i came up with this (with the help of @minyarrd03) bear with me.

  • so one day kevin sets up this snapchat account for the foxes and it’s supposed to be professional and clips from interviews and behind the scenes and all
  • but then my boy nicky finds out the password
  • (it may or may not be jeremy’s birthday)
  • and kevin’s rant about how the foxes ‘better not ruin everything he’s been working his whole life for’? out the window. you better believe my son nicky is gonna shitpost this account into hell
  • so like the first thing he posts is a black screen with as the caption ‘does anyone want a dick pic?’
  • the next picture is kevin
  • kevin is never the same again
  • but that’s not the point. eventually all the foxes know what the password is and they all use it (except renee bless her soul) to spite kevin even more until kevin just gives up on the idea and lets them do whatever they want like usual
  • and so since the fun in spiting kevin is gone, only allison and nicky regularly use it. sometimes dan to post Real Important Stuff but that’s pretty much it
  • but anyways one day they have this really important game against this really important team and neil gets injured. and it’s not pretty.
  • and neil, because he’s neil, pretends it’s nothing and goes to get up but? his ankle obviously didn’t get the memo bc it won’t stand straight
  • so when neil is called off andrew Does Not Care about the game (more than usual anyway) and jogs up to him to help him up, an arm around his shoulders and the other out to ward off anyone who tries to get close
  • and they go to the boy’s changing room where abby’s already waiting and andrew helps neil sit down on the bench
  • and since neil does his best to hide it but is still in Very Obvious Pain, andrew lets him lay his head on his shoulder and takes his hand, noting the furrow of his brow and the way he digs his nails into andrew’s hand when abby gets his shoe off to take a look at his ankle
  • and sadly he’s too busy warning abby not to hurt neil to notice that nicky just rounded the corner and is filming the w h o l e scene
  • he posts it the same night on the team’s snapchat
  • nicky knows the exact moment andrew’s seen it, because neil sends him a short text with just ‘he’s after you’ as a warning
  • the next post on the team’s snapchat is a blurry pic with ‘IM TOO YOUNG TO DIE’ as the caption
  • the next one is a video of nicky just shrieking while running away
  • the last one is another video, but this time it’s all black. all you hear is laboured breathing and then nicky stage-whispering ‘im hiding in the closet… never thought i’d come back in here… if i die please-’ and the video ends on a scream as the closet door jerks open
Some neighbor aus for ya guys

“Listen, I really don’t like you, but you have kittens, so I’m going to be over a lot.” au

“Would you STOP coming in through the WINDOWS, it scares the hell out of me every TIME!” au

“Listen, we have very thin walls and I heard you crying in the shower, are you okay?” au

“I was very good friends with the guy that lived here before you and basically I was over here a lot and… well old habits die hard, can I stay?” au

“If you set the alarm off in the middle of the night ONE MORE TIME I SWEAR I WI- wait why were you even cooking at 3 am?” au

“You burst through the door because you thought you smelled smoke but it was just incense, listen you’re paying for that buddy.” au

“You locked yourself out too?” au

“Hey, I locked myself out, can I use your phone?” au

“You bake when you’re stressed and sometimes you give me cookies, but recently you’re giving me whole baskets each day, now I’m not complaining but are you okay?” au

“I don’t mean to sound paranoid but I’m pretty sure you’re a serial killer.” au

Okay, fair warning, this one is kind of gross, but it’s been bugging the hell out of me, so I’m just going to put it out there.

You know how, in a lot of traditional dungeon-crawling CRPGs, there’s a sewer dungeon, full of poisonous monsters and toxic sludge and whatnot?

Sometimes this dungeon is beneath an inhabited city, and that’s fine - but sometimes, the sewer is part of a set of ancient ruins.

The trouble is, well, sewage decomposes. If the ruins have literally been abandoned for centuries, then unless the sewers subsequently became a roosting area for a large bat colony or whatnot, any major toxicity should have long since subsided. And even that’s ignoring the fact that the layout of such areas tends to depict a continuing inflow of sewage in volumes that could only be generated by a densely populated settlement.

Yet the ruins above are almost entirely empty.

So we have a very awkward question on our hands: who - or what - is doing all the pooping?

Things I want kuroshitsuji characters to know
  • Ciel: love can melt the coldest hearts and revenge is worthless
  • Sebastian: the bad ones aren't always the worse
  • Alois: it's not easy to be alone, but it's better for setting your mind
  • Undertaker: we are all weird in our own way
  • Elizabeth: Even the ones who resemble to be the weakest can be the strongest
  • Claude: you know how to go to hell, no? Then go. And never come back. Piece of shit.

Sherlock and John are going to get together for the first time at the end of The Six Thatchers. What a middle finger to Thatcher that will be. The episode airs all around the world at the same time, so this spoiler doesn’t get out. Arwel, the production set designer of the show, is one week from freedom so he’s retweeting TJLC. The BBC is doing an actual countdown to Sherlock episode one, as if it’s the countdown clock to a bomb about to explode. Journalists cite the end of The Six Thatchers as the moment relationships change irrevocably. This moment is them testing the waters together – this is why TLD has a piece of music called “Who I Want to Be” – because John and Sherlock have to fight hell itself (Culverton Smith) to remain together.

John Watson has kept his shirts folded and ready to pack for Baker Street since His Last Vow. Only seven days until he comes home.

u know whats hands down the best thing about voltron? its set in space. all of it, starry. that means all those space themed aesthetic stuff is practically canon. one of the Squad standin with a super starry galaxy in the background? canon. your otp talking under the stars? hell ya theyre under the stars all the time. floating aimlessly through space? shit dude that already happened lmao

again my personal taste has a lot to do with why i prefer frozen, and i think anybody who knows me irl and knows what i enjoy would guess which movie l’d have preference to.

like honestly if didney set out to make a princess movie specifically targeting me, besides pirates it would be frozen,,

visually the darker blue/green/purple colour scheme is one i really like, i more or less even based my prom dress on those colours that’s how much i enjoy them. and frozen has a lot of those in both constume and setting.

hell, just the scenery of fjords is something i love, this movie made me go to norway so i could see the landscapes in person.

another visual motif i adore are slavic decorative paintings. the early concepts of frozen had more slavic tones to it but norwegian traditional art shares a lot in common in both art and clothing. i love the background details in the movie showcasing them, i wish there was more

as somebody who greatly appreciates films set in a certain historic location, i think it’s easy to understand why tangled didn’t fit the bill as much. it more or less takes place in fantasy fairy tale land of no discernible location which works for the movie, but is a thing that never stuck with me. 

tangled more or less based its visuals on 18th-19th century romantic european paintings and illustration. which is something in itself that i like the concept of, but i think the aesthetic wasn’t pushed so hard in the final film. which i can understand, because tonally it wouldnt fit the movie so much, and i think in general that artstyle would mesh more in a hand drawn or very stylized 3d film instead. i guess that extra ‘push’ of historic concepts is what i wish for.

finally as for music, i am slut for theatre and frozen’s music direction is more towards the musical theatre area and i also love wicked so theres that. tangled is more towards the pop genre which i am less partial to.

and as for character design, physiologicially i dont hold either characters’ physiques above another, i just really like norwegian dresses.

tl;dr: i like frozen better than tangled on a basis of personal taste and aesthetic, somebody could just as easily do the same thing favouring tangled and neither opinion is right or wrong.

(bad English alert)

I really try to avoid create AU’s  and headcanons for games (especially when it haves a big fanbase) but sometimes it’s just inevitable
k I’ll just say some things that I will leave more visible in my non serious fanarts/comics

- no one knows how Funtime Foxy’s voice because they are not a very talkative one and everytime they will say something, someone interrupts.

- Funtime Freddy is EXTREMELY dramatic and….Annoying

- Ballora don’t like loud noises, but she are very noisy too.

- BonBon just wants to set fire on everyone and get out of that hell.

— I don’t have much to say about Baby and Ennard—-

tbh Before the game comes out I imagined Baby like a very agressive and bossy with everyone. But now I see her like a quiet and pensative girl (but she gets angry easily too)


haha end my life