how many walls

amillioncryingporcupines  asked:

viktor's motivational board still makes me wheeze. (also you and keilattes??? incredible. i never knew i needed this in my life. you're both just so ... good ... i )

ahh thank you!!! I’m glad you liked the random collab thing hahah
and I agree??? @keilattes​ is great??? you can put any of kei’s yuuri’s on the motivational board and it’ll be 100/10. look at this masterpiece


This isn’t every G-squad mlehp from the new eps, but it’s certainly all the ones I have in my screenshots!

Bonus: Two Half Mlehps!

Sorey/Mikleo Is Romantic and Canon, the Cross-Tales Edition

Originally, I was going to wait on doing this until after I’d finished my NG+ play through since I’d spread out my original play through over 6 months (so my memory of mid-game SoreMiku is a little fuzzy, while early game and end game are like, crystal clear, lol), but since I’ve been seeing a few “SoreMiku is platonic” or “they’re just bros” and similar reblogs and comments, I figure now is as good a time as any to write this: SoreMiku is a romantic and canon ship, the cross Tales of Series edition.  Also known as: “And you wonder why a lot of us think SoreMiku is romantic when (insert other couple here) gets to do this.”

Cutting for length (this monster wall of text was nearly 3 pages long in Word), spoilers everywhere for other games:

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Immure: \ih-MYOO r\ - to shut in; seclude or confine.

Laughter filled the guildhall, the dormitory, even the town wasn’t left untouched by the noise. He couldn’t escape it, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how many walls he put up around himself. People smiled at him when they passed by, they asked him how his day was. The actions of these people seemed so foreign to him. He didn’t understand how they could be so kind to him after everything he had done.

Gajeel had always followed directions. He did what he had to in order to survive. The only thing to show him love disappeared out of nowhere, leaving him alone. That day he lost his laughter, his joy, his father. He had been picked up by Phantom Lord at a young age. There he learned about rage, pain, and power. That’s all that mattered to a Phantom Lord mage. There was no laughter, no smiling, no love. He had been used as a pawn in Jose’s evil game of chess.  When Makarov offered a position at Fairy Tail, Gajeel was dumbfounded. He had reluctantly agreed in the end.

Someone like him didn’t belong in a place like this. He didn’t deserve to be treated so warmly by the same people he had recently attacked. He was a part of the guild he singlehandedly destroyed only months ago. The guilt weighed down on him every time he took a step inside the guildhall, but nothing compared to the pain he felt whenever he saw that small, fiery blue-haired mage. When she was in the same room he found it difficult to breathe. All he could do was picture her pinned to that tree, the desperate look she had given him before he knocked her out, her gut-wrenching screams…

She had been the most accepting of him joining Fairy Tail, going as far as defending him when the other guild members questioned his accountability to the guild. She tried initiating conversation every time she saw him, giving him that soft smile she had. It was the same smile she’d give him when she’d catch him staring at her while she was reading a book, her eyes would lock onto his, her glasses slipping down her nose ever so slightly. Gajeel tried to avoid her when he could. He didn’t understand why she was so insistent on talking to him.

Gajeel sat at a vacant table, enjoying a hot meal before he retreated back into the confinement of his bedroom walls. The need to immure himself grew the longer he sat there. He was oblivious to his surroundings as he scarfed down his food. He didn’t notice the big hazel eyes watching him from across the room. When he finished his meal, he hastily left the main hall and headed towards the dorms. Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t hear the soft pattering of small feet behind him until it was too late.

“Gajeel!” a woman’s voice called out to him.

He turned around to come face to face, well more like chest to face, with none other than Levy McGarden, the blue haired mage of his nightmares. She had him cornered in an empty hallway. The scowl on her face told him not to make a move. He averted his eyes to the floor but he could still feel her gaze focused on him.

“Finally. I have something I wanted to tell you.” She told him. Gajeel hitched his breath, waiting for her next words.

“I… I forgive you!” She cried out. “I forgive you for what you did, Gajeel.”

At the sound of her voice, he lifted his gaze to meet her’s. Her eyes were sincere, searching his for a reaction. Levy wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. He felt something crack inside of him. It was a crack in the foundation, the foundation holding up the walls he built around his immured heart.

anyone who supports soft-Sapphic or shaolingaytastic is hereby blocked and acephobic

All aces are valid. All aro aces are valid. All gay aces, bi aces, het aces, are all asexual, and if you identify as one of those and have acephobic friends, fear not, I am here for you. I will fight for you. You belong here.

South Dakota Gothic
  • Someone asks you “How many miles to Wall Drug?” and you answer automatically. No matter where you are or where you are going something in your bones knows. After a while they stop asking. The knowledge sits heavy.
  • You drive five miles out of town and the stars are so bright that you can’t look away. You recognize none of them. The glow from town has faded. For some reason it takes twice as long to drive home. 
  • At night you can hear the cows calling. Occasionally the coyote will answer. Their attack could come at any time. Keep the young in the center of the herd and wait until morning. 
  • The old school house is ancient and uninhabited except by the ghosts of the children who died during the Children’s Blizzard. They finally reached the school but the fire won’t light and oh god when did the building decay. Why can’t they get warm?
  • There’s gold in them hills. Every hill. There’s gold in the land, and the people, and the giftshops. 
  • If you encounter a Mountain Lion remember that they are more afraid of you. They know what happened to the forest. They know it’s only a matter of time. 
  • There’s someone new in town. They’re acting strangely and you suspect they’re from another planet altogether. The people from the other side of the river can’t be trusted. 
  • You reassure yourself that the strange shape in the night as you drive down the highway was just a roadside statue. One that seems to have been walking alongside the road. The T-rex has escaped it’s leash.

Cosplayers at MomoCon 2015~

I don’t know any of these people’s names, but you guys were all awesome and wonderful! A round of applause for each of you

DW Reborn

Hey @seitosokusha​ I got this :3

Tsuna glanced up from the papers he had been holding to stare at the scene – train wreck, my god, that was how many walls already? – that was unfolding.

Jet black hair. Check.

Curly sideburn. Check.

Black suit.

Tsuna stared.

Tuna-printed boxers. Apparently.

Unholy yellow glowing eyes.

Tuff of yellow flames dancing above pinched eyebrows.

Tsuna swallowed.

It was Reborn in Dying Will Mode.

It was Reborn in Dying Will Mode.

Tsuna felt a hysteric scream bubbling up his throat.

Who the hell thought it wise to shoot Reborn with a Dying Will Bullet?!

Tsuna had never seen something so traumatizing.

(and hot, but he would never admit it.

oh that body

stop brain stop.)

Yellow eyes snapped up to stare straight at surprised honey brown.

Tsuna swirled around and got the fuck out of there.

He was not dealing with whatever the hell Reborn’s dying will would be.

He heard hurried footsteps after him and inwardly whimpered.

He was so. screwed.

Tsuna ran faster.

He could practically hear the funeral march playing in the background of this impromptu game of tag.

“Gotcha.” Growled into his ears in the way that was not Reborn but still Reborn all the same.

Tsuna screamed.

It was just another day at Vongola HQ.