but this just made me feel better


So apparently TV Line, a website I quite like, ranks Arrow 7th of the Berlanti’s shows, saying it’s inconsistency is why ratings are down.  That’s fine that’s their opinion.

Personally I LOVE ARROW…including ALL it’s inconsistencies. It’s what makes it Arrow. I love that I have no idea what will happen and sometimes it is not logical. I don’t need it to be logical - it’s a TV show I watch for entertainment. And the fact that it isn’t logical makes it possible that ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE!


Originally posted by olivergifs

I’m putting him first because this is a show about Oliver Queen. I love how they have transformed him from the Ollie of Season 1 to the man he is today and how they are showed through the flashbacks how he came to be the man he was in Season 1. Yes, I’m sure people can point out inconsistencies but I don’t care about them - I love how we have since this man grow. I love how he loves Felicity, his family and friends. Oliver Queen is a good man and I feel privileged to have watched 5 seasons of stories that explained how he became that way.


Originally posted by queensarrow

Anyone who follows me, knows I ADORE Felicity Smoak. She is a precious badass cupcake (right @memcjo?). I love watching her share Oliver’s journey. She is an amazing character, an equal and a challenge to Oliver to help make him a better man. She is also a better person due his influence on her. Felicity’s went a shy IT girl to a woman who challenged Slade, Ra’s al Ghul and ARGUS. She is fearless and shares Oliver’s mission to keep Star City safe. I’ve enjoyed the small glimpses into her private life but I’m here for the mission.


Originally posted by queensarrow

The man who steers the ship. He has been an anchor for Oliver in the beginning keeping him grounded - to a navigator now - to ensure TEAM ARROW stays on the right course. He is the moral code of the team. The Yoda. The voice of reason and he does all this and looks good. He truly is a blessing!


Originally posted by olicity-i-believe-in-you

Their love story has brought me such joy. Hell, I now write fanfiction about them! If John is the navigator - Olicity is fuel that keeps it all going. From the moment Felicity and Oliver met and Season 1 - it has been full systems go. Even when they are not together they generate a ton of heat - heart eyes anyone? They make it other better. They make the show better even if they are not together.

I guess what I wanted to say, is I know I’m only one fan but I love it all. I’m not unhappy with the show. I was truly only angry once in 5 years - that’s amazing. So I’m here for it all and I’m grateful for it all. TV Line can give it whatever number it wants - it will always be #1 to me.

Feel free to ignore if you don’t agree. I won’t mind - everyone is entitled to their opinion, this just happens to be mine.

Thanks to those who made the gifs!

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REQUESTED - Taken care of

Request:  Can you take a request for me? Reader is sick and Steve or Bucky (or both, omg) take care of me/her? It can be short. I just need… You know - @becaamm  

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader X Steve Rogers

Word Count: 1, 244

Warning: FLUFF!, Sexual tension, Bucky and Steve being two perfect boyfriends.

(A/N): So, I made this to my love @becaamm​ she was sick (doesn’t know what was, though) and I tried to make this, Is probably really shitty, but I tried and I did with all my heart. Get better, my pumpkin pie. 


Originally posted by little--batman

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain


It was all you could feel, it was all you were.

But did you knew the source of it? Nop. Not a single fucking clue besides the various thoughts you were dying in agonizing pain and fever and tears and pain again.

“Doll?” You groaned, lifting your head up to stare at a worried Steve, that single movement making all of your neck and back hurt. “Are you okay?” When one tear slipped down your cheek, he knew that it wasn’t.

He ran away, getting back a couple of minutes later with Bruce and Bucky; your room was dark besides the annoying light the leaked through the open door.

“Ok, Y/N? I’ll have to turn on the lights to check on you, is that alright?” Groaning in response, you closed your eyes to avoid the bright light. You were half-asleep, even though you had been asleep for the last 5 hours before waking up from a 6 hours nap.

Maybe that was what made Steve go check on you, since you wouldn’t miss lunch and dinner when it was his day to cook.

You actually wouldn’t miss him cook, since you would make your entertain watching him sway around the kitchen with a cook apron tied on his waist with a simple sweatpants underneath that made his butt look even more beautiful. And you knew that after half an hour you would be stealing kisses and nibbling on his neck, almost making him burn the food.

“What does she have?” Bucky asked, worry leaking from his words as he rounded you and Bruce like a scared chicken. The thought made you chuckle painfully, yep, you were so sick that you were having weird thoughts.

“I don’t know, but seeing her symptoms… Is not a cold, she’s not with running and or stiff nose. She has a fever and is sweating cold, but that is obviously because of the fever to cool down the tempter of her body and-“

“Pain.” You whispered, hoping that he would shut up with the fast and weird words.


“Everywhere.” The moan that escaped your mouth made both super soldiers get closer to you, caressing the parts they could reach for.

“Can you give her anything?” Steve asked quietly as he ran his warm fingers through your face, ungluing the hair from your sweaty forehead.

“Unfortunately, I can’t. I don’t know what she have, yet. It can be a virus, maybe muscle reaction… We’ll have to wait to see if any more symptoms appears, but until then, she’ll have to drink a lot of water and eat healthy and light things, and-” You draft back to your tired sleep, ignoring Bruce’s speech of what you should do.

A warm feeling invaded you as someone peppered kisses all over your face to wake you up, recognizing the stubble and the scent of Bucky, you smiled and stretched as you tried to shoo away the tiredness.

You looked up at Steve carrying a tray of bows that – by the smell – were juicy fruits.

“C’mon, Darling, you need to eat something.” You groaned while Bucky helped you to sit and Steve placed the tray next to you. When you were outstretching your hand to grab a hold on the slice of watermelon, your blonde boyfriend stopped it gently, denying with his hand and getting himself the piece and handing it to your mouth while your other boyfriend cooed you under his arms and kissed your messed hair.

The warm cloud filled you again as you took a bite on the fruit, appreciating it taking the sourness and dry feeling off of your mouth.

“I probably look like shit.” You humbled, snuggling further into Bucky while accepting Steve’s care of feeding you.

“You look beautiful.” James said without hesitation, stroking your arms and sides as Steve completed:

“As always.” Smiling, you kept eating, receiving approval hums every time you finished one fruit. “Do you want us to do anything, love?” Being laid again with as much love as Bucky could give you, you tried to think of something.

“Can you finish reading to us the book you brought?” He smiled, nodding with his head as you snuggle into the bed with Bucky, waiting to Steve to get back with the book. When he did, he laid on your other side, clearing his throat before starting to read with a calm and steady voice.

Feeling loved and satisfied with your two men next to you, the exhaustion got the best of you, the memories of them kissing and taking care of you that evening filling your thoughts and sending you to an ease and peaceful zone.

You kept waking up from hour to hour, but the voices of them talking quietly about random things made you fall asleep again, their hands caressing your pained parts such as your back and arms.

When you woke up the next morning, you had your head resting on Steve’s chest while Bucky was hugging your back, comfort made you purr, smiling and stroking James’ hand, you took it off of you, quietly crawling out of bed, both of them still asleep when you entered the shower, washing yourself and your hair with the thought that maybe if you felt cleaner, you would get better.

You wrapped yourself on a towel, yawning and getting back to your room. Buck was nowhere to be seen and Steve was going through your drawer of clothes.

“Sit, Kitten.” Doing as told, you waited, still feeling a little bit dizzy from whatever you had. “Why didn’t you call one of us?” You shrugged your shoulders, hearing him sigh before grabbing another towel and drying gently your hair.

“As long as I know, in this relationship, the old ones are you and Bucky.” He chuckled, denying with his head before starting to brush and blow dry your hair, the loud buzz making you cringe slightly.

“Almost done.” When the sound of the door being open got your attention, you looked at Bucky, seeing him with breakfast in hands and was smiling lovingly at you.

“Morning, life.” You received a quick peak on your lips before he placed the food on the bed. “How are you feeling?”

“A little bit better, still tired and in pain, though.” He hummed, waiting Steve to finish whatever he was doing so you could all eat.

“You can eat, if you’re hungry.” Bucky and you denied with your heads, and since your boyfriend didn’t have anything to do instead of watch you almost sleep innumerous times, he decided to help you dress.

“Is that ok to you?” Rolling your eyes, you took off the towel, letting if rest on the bed as you smirked when you heard both of them gulp loudly.

“I thought you were going to dress me?” Steve chuckled as Bucky started to dress you trying to keep his eyes on your face.

Your body wasn’t unknown for them, but they were being thoughtful in not teasing, since you were sick.

After breakfast, you were snuggled between both of them watching your favorite show and didn’t had to raise one single finger for the days that you were with whatever you had.

You knew how much you were loved by both of them, and even though you were one of the ‘leaders’, the one that takes care of the team, you always let them take care of you.


You loved it, they loved it. 

Condemn to a forever tagging: @fangirlandnerd @tommys-girl1980  @myplaceofthingsilove

All Bucky: @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x 


bellamyblake  asked:

Robron + “Don’t listen to them. Don’t you EVER listen to them.” pretty please bubba *smmoochh*

“Don´t listen to them. Don´t you ever listen to them.”

Robert had woken up to Aaron screaming, his husband once again being tortured in his sleep by memories of jail and of Jason.

Always of Jason.

Robert wanted to kill him. He wanted to kill every last one of the cowards who had made Aaron´s life in prison hell. All the men who had dared to touch a single hair on his head and had opened up old wounds by dragging Gordon back into focus. Wounds that Robert had tried his hardest to help mend over the past year and a half.

He´d be lying if he pretended that there hadn´t been a split second, after Aaron had told him of his ordeal in prison, where all Robert wanted to do was to grab Cain and make sure they all payed for what they had done to his husband.

But he couldn´t do that.

That wasn´t who Robert was anymore and he never wanted to be that man again.

Even if he wanted to, it wouldn´t fix anything.

And that was all Robert really wanted. He desperately wanted to be able to fix all this for Aaron, make all the memories and the nightmares disappear.

Problem was, he couldn´t.

All he could do was hold Aaron tightly as he cried into Robert´s shoulder, his entire body shaking, and tell him that none of the vile and disgusting things they had tried to make him believe while taunting him in Gordon´s cell held any truth.

“They were right though. Doesn´t matter how many times I change my name. Can´t change who I am. Always gonna be his.”

Robert had to listen carefully to even make out the words that were barely audible between his husband´s violent sobs, his voice muffled further by Robert´s shirt.

Seeing Aaron like this was breaking the older man´s heart.

“You´re not, Aaron. If anything, you´re all mine,” he smiled lightly, pressing a kiss into the heap of brown curls under his nose.

At that Aaron´s grip on him only grew tighter. His arms were wrapped around Robert´s waist, his hands had found their way under the fabric of his pyjamas and his nose was buried deep into the crook of his husband´s neck. Robert melted into the hug, putting all the love and comfort he could into it.

“They know nothing about you, Aaron, do you hear me? Nothing.” Robert added with more force, one hand wrapped tightly around Aaron´s middle, holding him close, the other drawing small circles on his neck, massaging the spot in the way he knew helped the brunet calm down.

He hated the fact that Aaron´s nightmares had become so routine in the time that they had been sharing a bed that he had learned exactly where to touch and caress to help slow down Aaron´s erratic breathing when he was in this state. Just like he could tell from the way Aaron held himself when waking up, if it was okay to touch him at all.

He hated it.

But there was also nothing he was more thankful for than knowing how to give his husband at least the smallest bit of comfort in these moments, let alone the fact that Aaron trusted him enough to let him.

“They knew about Gordon…knew that he broke me.“ Aaron´s voice was clearer now that the sobs had subsided slightly, but there were still tears falling from his eyes as he shook his head lightly, the remnants of his nightmare still too present in his mind to be convinced by his husband´s words.

“He hurt you in the worst way imaginable, but listen to me, he never broke you,” Robert tried to reassure him. His voice soft and calming, his fingers combing through the hairs at the back of Aaron´s neck.

“Remember when I told you that you were the strongest person I know?” Robert could feel a small nod against his chest then. ”After everything you´ve been through, most people wouldn´t even be able to function, but you don´t just function, Aaron, you thrive,” he continued. “You are so good, Aaron, so much better than I could ever be. You gave Liv and me a home, you gave us a family. You made us feel safe and loved, when we both never thought we would have that. You´re the one that holds the three of us together, Aaron, and you do all that without a second thought. No matter how bad your problems get, you always try to put us first.” Finally, Robert could feel Aaron´s breathing slow down.

“He never broke you, Aaron, getting through what he did to you only made you stronger.”

Aaron looked at Robert then, biting his bottom lip, his eyes all red and puffy from crying. “I´m a mess, Robert. I´ve always been a mess. I don´t know why you even put up with me.”

Robert let his fingers slide out of the younger man´s hair, gently caressing his face, cupping it between both his hands . Carefully, he wiped away the last few tears from Aaron´s cheeks with his thumbs.

“Don´t you dare, Aaron, “ Robert leaned forward, pressing their forheads together, their noses almost touching, “ You are kind and loving and witty and loyal and you´re the best thing that´s ever happened to me. Getting to put up with you everyday for the rest of my life is more than I could have hoped for in my wildest dreams.”

He placed a kiss on Aaron´s forhead, his voice only a whisper, “So don´t you ever listen to them, Mr. Sugden.”

Today one year ago I made a decision, which at the time I thought wasn’t going to do much, ended up changing my life so much for the better I couldn’t have asked for more. One simple press of a button brought me to someone who has made my life so much brighter and happier, I didn’t think it was possible to as happy and love someone as much as I love him. He has supported me, helped me, and cared for me every single time I needed it and done it without me asking just because he’s that wonderful. Every time we talk I immediately feel so light and happy and he’s the only one that can make me smile so big in seconds. I can honestly say that I trust him with my life, I can say anything to him, things I thought I would never talk about come spilling out when I’m with him. Everyday I feel so amazingly lucky to have such a perfect person by my side, I love everything about him with all of my heart and I never want to be without him. His creativity, passion, hard work, intelligence, love, sense of humor, kindness and selflessness are all so astounding I love him so much for it and it all has inspired me so much and it motivates me to work harder to be someone better. I never thought someone could be as beautiful as he is and every time I think he can’t get better he proves me wrong and I fall in love with him even more. I don’t know what I did to deserve him but I’m so thankful I did something right to have him in my life. I was so depressed, lonely, and in such a bad place but he came and was a ray of sunshine that made everything feel warm and bright again. 

One year ago I met Oliver @monochrome-typewriter and I couldn’t be happier with anyone else. He is truly an angel who has made me so happy, I don’t have the words to describe how happy he’s made me and how much I love him. Thank you so so much for being in my life, you’re the most important person in the world to me and I don’t want to be without you anymore. I love you so so so much and I’m so glad I followed you I would be miserable without you and I wouldn’t know how much I could be happy and love someone as much as I do you. 

You’re the best qpp ever and I couldn’t imagine being happier with anyone else. I treasure every memory we’ve made and every conversation we’ve had, I treasure just being by your side. I can’t wait to hug you as tight as I can when we finally meet in person and tell you over and over how much I love you. Here’s to another year together!

6:34 PM / April 30, 2017

Regrets. To start of, my life’s a total mess. I’m a mess. Sobrang dami kong nagawang mistakes. Halos lahat nawala sakin. Sobrang daming nawala. I can feel na kahit ilang part ko nawala. Mga bagay na kumukumpleto sakin, wala na. And now, i have to live like this, empty, sad, guilty. Oo i’ve made a big mistake, i blamed my self already for everything. Nagkamali ako. Nalito. Naging mahina ako. Sobrang dami kong regrets. Those moments that could actually make my life better, pero binaliwala ko lang. And now look at me, shit. Now, i’m just trying to survive for my parents, for my sister, my friends who actually stayed for me kahit ganito ako ka shitty. I’m fighting for them and not for me. Tho, i have this hope, sobrang liit na hope na maaayos pa lahat. Pero i dont think that’s enough. Suko na ako pero sila hindi pa sumusuko saakin.

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i was tagged by @babybarness​; thank you!

rules: tag 9 people you want to get to know better
i’ll tag: @daisyridlay@barnesstevie@untiltheendofthelinebuck@buckycrown@stevengrant@cuddlememarvelous@mwatneys@anthonystan@maybemadmarie​ (don’t feel like you have to do this though!)

relationship status: single
favorite color: blue! all shades of blue
lipstick or chapstick: chapstick
last song i listened to: “i have made mistakes” by the oh hellos
last movie i watched: jurassic park
top 3 tv shows: can i just say brooklyn nine-nine three times
top 3 characters: BUCKY BARNES, bodhi rook, and poe dameron
top 3 ships: steve x bucky, sam x bucky, finn x poe
books i’m currently reading: the novel version of rogue one, and if comics count, then volume one of poe’s solo comic series (black squadron), volume one of black widow (2016), and volume one of black panther: a nation under our feet


↪Day 30: How did Harry influence you?
OK, let’s get started… Like… O God, I’m not good at words, especially in English… But I’ll give it a try. Well, I think that he inspires me so much weather it’s in artistic way or to be a better person every day. He rebuild my faith in human kind… And I returned to dancing just because watching him dancing made me want to do the same. Sometimes when my depression hits me like a huge damn train, watching him just talking or smiling helps me a little bit. And I noticed that whenever I feel this way he sort of happening to post something… Hmm… Positive ^^ I have so much more to thank him and it makes me a lil sad, that I won’t get a chance to tell him it in person, but it’s OK c: Thank you, Harry!

anonymous asked:

I just wanted to get this off my chest. I'm sorry for bothering you but I feel like Tumblr is the only place I can be myself, and your blog make me really happy and I feel better just looking at you blog, even for just a minute.

Nonny, you are not bothering me in any way. I am so glad you have someplace where you can be yourself. I’m especially happy that my blog makes you happy! Thank you for sending me this sweet message. You just made my whole day.

I really hope I can keep helping you feel better! 💕

Just sketches of bendy, I love drawing this guy now! He’s so fun to draw!
I’m just messing with expressions, I drew these with references of each expression. Yesterday I was a bit depressed and I started to draw bendy and doing so made me feel better, I busted up laughing at the larger bendy then the other 5 cause small :3 face… Still suck at hands, feet are okay, body is kinda like a weird bean or oval so easier to sketch

“I gave the last nine years of my life to my job. It was all I did. My work made me feel ‘needed.’ I was an accountant and I could do things that nobody else could do. My bosses kept telling me how important I was to the company. But one day they asked me to ‘touch up’ some numbers to make them look better. And I realized I was giving them way more of my time than they deserved—so I quit. The first thing I did was rest. The second thing I did was repair the relationships that I’d been neglecting. I reached out to old friends. I arranged to be with them physically, and not just over texts or Facebook. At first I was nervous because I didn’t know what we’d talk about. It had been so long. But it was easy. One of them had just gotten a scholarship. Another was becoming a father. So much had happened in their lives that I had missed. It felt so good to reconnect. For nine years I’d been focusing on numbers. It wasn’t real. Now I’m connecting with people again, and I feel like my feet are back on the ground.”

(Bogotá, Colombia)

I was leaning over to reach into my backpack at the bus stop and when I stood back up, this sweet girl came up to me and said: “I’m sorry I don’t mean to bother you but I just had to tell you that you just made me feel so much better about my body. I saw you and I thought “wow she’s so beautiful and she seems so confident” and then I saw your stretch marks and thought “I didn’t realize that even someone as tiny as you can have stretch marks and that it’s normal and beautiful! Why don’t I have the same love for my body that has stretch marks too?” And she started to tear up and I just asked if I can hug her and we just sat there and I held her for a minute as she was fighting back tears. We exchanged numbers & IG’s and I just spoke from my heart and told her how important she is and body positive mantras and tips for self love that I live by that could maybe help her too.

even though she was telling me how much I was helping her, i don’t think she realizes just how much that meant to me too. I will remember this exchange/conection with that beautiful soul for the rest of my life

Yuri on Ice interview translation - PASH! 2017/05 (p24-25)

I am pleased to bring you the very first interview with director Sayo Yamamoto!!! You don’t know how much I’ve been waiting for this… This one is pretty general because of course she has never been interviewed before so they are asking her the basics, but it’s very interesting to finally hear things from her perspective too, since she’s the one who started it all. More interviews with her will be appearing in other magazines in the near future, I’m looking forward to those ones too.

Also, I believe a bright future is to be expected for Yuri on Ice, since she seems to have lots of plans…!! (I was shivering typing out the translation, lol)

Translation is under the cut.

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Interview (first appearance in media!)
The world of “Yuri on Ice” that director Yamamoto wanted to create
With 8 notebooks full of notes in one hand, director Sayo Yamamoto has answered our interview for the first time. We have asked her how this new animation that no one had ever seen before was born.

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the olicity q: [16/?]

Harry Naming His Children

I just can’t stop thinking about James and Sirius and Remus in the afterlife, watching over Harry. And when he has his first child, James and Sirius are ecstatic that Harry chooses to name him after them. And Remus smiles benevolently and doesn’t say anything of course, but maybe feels just a tad left out. Sirius can tell and he pats him on the shoulder, saying, “Next time! You’ll see!” 

And then next time arrives and what does Harry choose? Albus Severus. And Remus understands, and he’s really not upset. But Sirius is. Sirius just cannot believe that Harry would choose to name his son after Snivellus, the man who had made his godson’s and his own life miserable (so what if he loved Lily), before he honored Remus. Remus, who had been a mentor and friend to Harry. Remus, who had named Harry godfather of his own child. Remus, who was one of the best men Sirius had ever known despite having a childhood that was probably much shittier than Snape’s. Remus, who deserved to be honored by Harry every bit as much as Sirius did, and certainly a thousand times more than Snape.

And for the first time in his life, Sirius is truly disappointed in his godson. And he can’t even let Harry know. And he just has to live with this awful feeling for years and years, and nothing Remus says can make it any better.

Until one day Sirius notices something. He notices how there are always four kids at the Potter house. He’d always thought it was just Harry being nice because Andromeda was getting pretty old by now, but once he starts paying attention, he notices how every time Harry talks about “his kids,” that includes Teddy Lupin. How Teddy is in all of the Potter family portraits. How James, Al, and Lily refer to Teddy as their older brother. 

And one day Sirius is watching as Teddy risks himself to save Albus from falling off his broom, and then proceeds to fuss over Al without once worrying about himself. And Harry runs over in a panic, and goes immediately to Teddy, who took most of the damage, checks that he’s basically alright, looks at him with tears in his eyes, and says “Teddy Remus Lupin, thank you. Thank you for saving Al. You are so much like your father.” And then he hugs him tightly and doesn’t let go for the longest time .

And Sirius’s anger evaporates just like that, and he looks over and sees that Remus has been watching too and now they are both silently crying as they watch Harry, their Harry, take care of two of his sons.

And it’s suddenly so obvious why Harry didn’t name his youngest son after Remus: because that was already the name of his oldest.

something i wish would happen: on their way back home, elias teases sana like he usually does, but she’s not having it. she doesn’t look mad, she doesn’t look annoyed. she just looks tired. and elias notices, finally, because the party is over. but he doesn’t say anything, because it’s not the right time and place. but when they’re home, elias texts her “can i come see you?” and sana replies “ok”. and then elias is knocking on her door and she lets him in, and he asks “alright, what’s up with you?” and sana just shrugs. and elias asks “tonight was fun, no?” and sana says “it was fun for you”. and elias frowns, because it hits him that he hadn’t really seen his sister at the party. and then elias comes to sit on her bed, and he tells her “i’m sorry tonight wasn’t, like, so great for you. you know we can talk. you know i won’t judge. you know that, right?” and sana sighs and nods. because she knows. because her older brother has always been there during the most important moments, all her life

and she tells elias “sometimes i just don’t know where i fit” and elias gives her a small, understanding smile, and then he says “desperate times, desperate measures. or hm, whatever it is they say” and he wraps an arm around her shoulders, squeezes her, and says “you’re going to listen to me now because you’re not going to catch me being this cheesy anytime soon, okay?” and sana rolls her eyes at him, and elias’ smile becomes wider, because that’s typical sana right there, and he hasn’t seen her all night. “you’re the best person i know in this world, and i admire you so much, you and your wisdom and your intelligence and your faith. and, yes, your awesome basketball skills, and taste in music. you’re the best little sister any brother could hope for. you’ll always fit in this house and you’ll always fit in my life. and if someone doesn’t think you fit in theirs, you know what? screw them, they don’t deserve you” 

and sana is smiling now, and she rests her head on her brother’s shoulder and sighs. and elias tells her “okay, but you know the rules right? you can’t quote what i just said against me, like the basketball part and stuff.” and sana shakes her head, little smile still on her face, and she says “elias?” and he goes “hmm?” and she tells him “shut up”. and so elias laughs and squeezes her shoulders one more time