i will ship them forever!

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last episode in the anime made me think about todoroki’s past,,, this is the corniest thing ive  drawn in a while

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NanaMiki phone backgrounds 。.:*♡

requested by a lovely anon (≧◡≦)

“So, you’re not into casual sex? Fine, I’ll put on a tux and we’ll call it formal sex.”

said Jungkook as he pinned Jimin to the wall.

Most people are saying the Sanvers engagement is rushed and I kinda agree but it’s totally in line with them. Maggie didn’t admit her feelings until she almost died. They didn’t say i love you until Alex almost died. It’s not that surprising that when the world might end that they’ll decide to get married

Can we talk about Cadenza’s love for Garderobe, though?

It was funny when Cogsworth was all like “Maestro, keep it down, we don’t want to alert the master” because it allowed Cadenza to respond with a snarky remark (one that I actually found rather relatable, being a musician myself).  But imagine Cadenza’s internal response to Lumiere’s comment about how Garderobe is upstairs and she’s finding it harder and harder to stay awake, and then Cogsworth’s about playing quietly.

I imagine it was something like how dare you—she and I were separated that night; I haven’t gazed upon her in years and you want me to play quietly?  What do you know of my love for her?

And then later, after the festivities have finished, everyone notices that the maestro’s performances become louder and more beautiful than ever; sometimes fast and frantic, other times slow and full of longing, and it’s so painfully obvious that he misses her, that he wants to hear her sing again.  He inquires after her constantly, asking how she’s doing, is she all right, I wonder if she can hear me

Sometimes he leaves the ballroom in the middle of the night; he’s trying to see if he can find a way up to the East Wing just to listen for her, hear the arias she sometimes makes up to pass the time, even if he only catches fragments, ostinatos, capriccios.  It doesn’t matter what she sings; every time he hears her voice he’s in heaven, the curse is nonexistent, and his urge to play back, to answer her…it’s second nature.

But he can’t reach her just as much as she can’t reach him; the castle has fallen apart over the years, and the only way to the East Wing is across the rooftops, a path that he, in his cursed form, can’t traverse, though he had to be stopped by the servants several times because he tried, he really did, and it breaks his heart to hear that she’s struggling to stay with the world.

But fate—or rather, magic—is not smiling on them, and has not been for these torturous years.  All the maestro can do is try to encourage Belle to fall in love with the prince; for the sooner they fall in love, the sooner the spell would be broken, and he and his dear one will be able to embrace each other once again.