but i actually can't though

Apparently we’ll get a season 3 of Voltron this September?!??! And we’ll get a total of (at least) 6 seasons?!??! And some other Voltron related stuff as well!!!??! And merchandise together with the Kid’s Meal at Burger King??!?! Today is a good day  😭 😍 😭 😍 😭

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Yuuri tells Victor his thoughts during their first dance.

I want to thank @thehobbem so, so much for co-writing the dialogue! She spent hours going through metas and crafting this line-by-line with me. Yuuri was much harder to write for than Victor and I couldn’t have done it without her tireless work. ;u; I also want to thank @teasidesketches for doing final revisions despite not being in the fandom. You two are the best. <3

I also want to dedicate this to @solfegefaerie for being the first one to give me the idea of writing Yuuri’s vows. They’re not vows this time, but I thought this was suiting. :) 

If you can, you should read this while listening to “Yuri on Ice.” I matched the flow of the comic to that of the song, hence the tribute to the representation of Yuuri as the lone piano until Victor comes into his life as the violin (in case you were wondering about the sudden Music AU thrown in the middle there). 

Pair comic to Victor’s Vows.

  • Me: *Wakes up* Ah what a beautiful dream I had. I dreamt that Yuri and Victor got engaged, i saw Yuri pole dancing, and realized that Victor loved him all along. How cute! Oh well, let's see what going on on social media.
  • Me: *Opens tumblr*
  • Me: *See's pictures of drunken Yuri, and Victuuri engagement*
  • Me: *Drops phone*
  • Me: *Drops dead*
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save him. 

Happy early Valentine’s Day! This is for @whimsyalice as part of @aftgexchange!!! Yay!!! I wanted to include all your fave ships/characters, so this is more Foxes nonsense than ships! Hope you enjoy! :) 

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It starts on a Monday. The locker room is a cacophony of chattering voices as the Foxes all arrive for afternoon practice, everyone still thrumming with excitement from Friday night’s win. Neil follows the group in and past the lounge. Allison and Renee have their arms linked and heads bowed together as they make their way into the girls’ changing room. Dan and one of the freshman girls are close behind them, not even pausing their lively conversation as they disappear behind the door. Andrew pushes past the door for the men’s changing room, Neil behind him. Matt and Nicky are hot on their heels and arguing about some television show as Neil makes his way to his locker.

“I’m telling you,” Nicky says. “He’s dead.”

“No way!” Matt argues. “He’s gonna pop up next season. You’ll see.”

“Are you sure we watched the same episode?”

“They can’t just kill off a fan favorite like that!”  

Neil tunes them both out and spins the combination into his locker lock. When he pulls the door open, something falls out and clatters to the floor. There’s a moment where Neil’s heart stutters to a painful halt in his chest, his breath clogging up his throat. Somewhere in the back of his mind, memories he’s long buried try to sink their claws back in. He has to close his eyes for a moment before he can focus again. Neil slowly looks down only to find a plastic knife at his feet. He blinks a few times in confusion before reaching down and picking it up. He turns it over in his hand and sees Justin Mattews scrawled in sharpie across the handle. As far as threats go, this one definitely makes the least amount of sense. Neil gives his brain another minute to come up with a possible explanation, but when it comes up blank, he holds the plastic knife out towards Andrew in a silent question.

“Neil! What’re you doing? You’re not supposed to tell anyone who you have!” Nicky exclaims from across the row of lockers.

“Murder season is finally upon us,” Matt says. “Let the chaos begin and may the best person win.”

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Coccinelle meets Black Cat.

Scheduling my defense
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majestically running Kim Jongdae

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Sweet summer child Yugyeom’s struggles during girlfriend-related missions

I’ve grown familiar
With villains that live in my head
They beg me to write them
So I’ll never die when I’m dead

I’m bigger than my body
I’m colder than this home
I’m meaner than my demons
I’m bigger than these bones

And all the kids cried out, “Please stop, you’re scaring me!”
I can’t help this awful energy
Goddamn right, you should be scared of me
Who is in control?

I have not been this terrified for a fictional character in a very long time.

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So I’ve honestly had this drawing of Jonathan with his hair slicked back sitting on my computer for like a month because I had a couple other sketches that were going to go with it that I never got around to, so I said fuck it

The best part about this was that when I read the ask for the first time I could hear my dad watching Grease in the basement