two girls kissing in paris, ignoring the politics in this // a film about two girls who are not depressed because they are gay // a film about two girls who are not dead because they are gay // they give each other flowers // there is no grave in this // no scene in which the heartbroken walk back down the street, away from the camera // the end is not elegy // the end is not blue // running cornflower // fistfuls of cerulean // cold sky // they know how to love each other // there is no choreographed sex // no brief infinite tenderness // they learn how to use their mouths // a folding of soft // no crash // no broken windshield bodies // no tears // just imagine: a movie about two girls where neither of them have to cry
ive been reminded that its canon that chikariko, despite being actual neighbors and can literally just go to their balconies to talk to each other face to face, call each other on their phones and just talk to each other for So Long that chika’s battery dies
in this first one you can see viktor finally getting into it. before this, he was taking pictures over some dudes’ heads, but then so was everybody. he wasn’t really letting loose.
the super quiet skater from japan does this crazy one handed handstand and he runs over and takes a picture. based on the angle, it might just be of his abs. he’s so delighted you can tell he’s rushed over to get the shot and he got it.
also yurio is a ridiculous dancer. but i digress.
then we have a scene reminiscent of one on the ice where viktor’s teaching yuuri about eros. (hah.)
where viktor is framed in-between yuuri’s legs
also he is raising his fist to the sky in pure ecstasy.
i know they’re all dancing seductively later, but this seems to be the point where viktor was like, fuck yeah, i love what is happening right now and lets loose in a way he might not have for a very, very long time.
its funny people dont ever acknowledge how dangerous and rough/tough sherlock also is when he lives a vastly more dangerous life than i/a lot of us ever could….wow this is essentially the poem mark wrote isnt it fjsjjwkdjskd
A/N: I keep coming up with ideas for series and never finishing them, but after being entranced by the Crossfire series of books, I’m gonna give it a try. And I’m treating you to some smut to begin with too. Enjoy it! Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged.
not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all
Summary: The proposition is simple: fake-date the single scariest human being on the planet so Todoroki Shouto can go out with his brother. The thing is, with Bakugou, Kirishima thinks he may have signed up for more than he’d bargained for. (A 10 Things I Hate About You AU.)
For the absolutely lovely anon who sent in this prompt, and also for @yasbeych because I miss ya babe.
Kirishima’s been approached about a lot of weird things in his day.
There was, for example, the incident where he ran messages between Denki and Jirou for weeks until they finallyrealized that the Game Boy was just out of batteries, not broken. There was the Catastrophe, as his classmates liked to refer to it as, involving Mineta, some Sharpie markers, and the upstairs girls’ bathroom. There was that time last year that he helped Sero bury thirty pounds of Gushers underneath the compost pile.
Kirishima’s used to weirdness. At this point, he sort of expects it, to be honest.
What he does not expect is for the words, “I need you to ask Bakugou Katsuki out on a date,” to come out of Todoroki Shouto’s mouth.