i'm in actual tears over this

Me in 2006: man I hope ouran high school host club gets a second season

Me in 2016: man I hope ouran high school host club gets a second season


이게아닌데 - TAEYANG cover by HOYA

God damn it this is so touching I'm crying so much

This is the reason why Victor (and I) feel like it is a marriage proposal:

Yuuri: (To Victor) Please be my coach until I retire! (Subs)
Yuuri: Intai made, boku no koto, onegaishimasu!

Do you know what he uses in here
He uses boku no koto
Not boku no coach (looks weird but you get what I mean)
Boku no koto: It’s like please be mine

So it feels more like Yuuri’s saying: Until I retire, please be mine!


Victor kisses his hand like a response towards his proposal.

Victor: (so gentle and lovingly) I wish you’d never retire.

Victor: (Yes, I’ll be yours forever)


EDIT: A little error up there. When Yuuri says “boku no koto” onegaishimasu, it’s like saying he’s entrusting himself to Victor’s care (which makes more sense now that I think about it, because I realized boku no koto is like about me. Credits to @miyukieijun for pointing this out!)

yes i would die for dk’s high notes but no one understands how his verse in ‘don’t listen in secret’ where his voice comes out almost like a growl punches me straight in the heart every ti m e

anonymous asked:

Can we get a reason(s) as to why Pyrrha loves Merc? It's just that Pyrrha is Pyrrha and Merc is... Well, Mercury. Opposite ends of the spectrum, how does their relationship work?


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i just wanted to say that i reached my goal and thank you all so much for helping me!! /i’m going to burst into tears tbh/ also hi to my new mutuals and followers i already love you all 💘🌹💌

anonymous asked:

I knew this was going to happen and I'm still honestly heartbroken at how hard this series nosedived jesus. It's so fucking sad and disappointing and I hate it

i’m so sorry bud. i remember when i was so heartbroken over this show that i was actually pushed to tears. this show meant the absolute world to me and they completely fucked it up. so, i know what it feels like and i’m so sorry you have to go through that, it’s awful. it will get better tho w/ time as most things do


What we’re doing, first and foremost, when we seek friendship or give it
is to cry: “Sanctuary! Sanctuary!” That cry is certainly the best thing in us, so we may as well keep the rest dark as long as possible. (x)

being as in love with you as i am | noah foster ;; an unrequited noah/audrey playlist that noah totally listens to at night while laying on his bed with his hands behind his head (tracklist under the cut)

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holy shit Jack and Geoff in the LPL documentary like you don’t understand there are legitimate tears fucking all over my face rn they care about each other so much and they argued then Geoff wanted Jack to know he was sorry and he wasn’t mad and he trusts him and he knows how successful LPL’s going to be and JACK WAS FUCKING CRYING JUST AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA


He has. Never again though.

(Funny story: Vaxus was named ‘Waxus’ first. Because ‘w’ and ‘v’ both sound similar in my language. In the middle of my first playthrough I realized how wrong this sounds in English. Wax waxing Dorian. Hah.)

Don’t trust a man who has no control over his own hair or life. For real, Dorian. What else did you expect from him?

okay listen i haven’t watched svtfoe in i think maybe over a year but trans girl marco makes me so happy and i believe it 


No need to write a caption when Sam’s face says it all.

Except I have to give a shout out to Darling Julius who made it all possible by successfully wooing a (rightfully) suspicious and skeptical Malcolm back into the fold over delicious meeting room curry

with a strategy that is actually the thing that happens because it turns out to be EXACTLY what Malcolm is best at. 

Or rather it is the OTHER thing Malcolm is best at as Julius finds out to his dismay when Malcolm thanks him for getting him his job back by immediately screwing Julius over pretty thoroughly in Operation Naughty Bastard.

(But as you can see in the hordes of fucking robots gif, Julius must also have forgive and forget as his motto.  Because even after everything Malcolm has done to him, Julius just can’t stay away.  See him in the back in his shirtsleeves carefully observing and absorbing the effects of Malcolm’s oratory.)  

Holding Hands

for Mal @oxfordlunch


The first time Jo took Sherlock’s hand in public was two weeks after their first kiss. Jo was talking to the medical examiner about the probable cause of death when she noticed Sherlock shamming tears to try and get information out of a person Jo assumed was either a witness or an actual loved one of the victim.

Jo wandered over and took Sherlock’s hand gently in her own. Sherlock froze mid-word and then stammered awkwardly until Jo squeezed her hand reassuringly. “It’s been a long day,” she told the person Sherlock had been talking to, who just nodded, looking more than a little confused. “Ready to go, love?”

Sherlock just nodded, her expression nearly as confused as the witness’s, and let Jo lead her away by the hand.


The next time Jo held Sherlock’s hand in public was about a week later. They were at a farmer’s market, picking up groceries for Mrs Hudson, and Jo could see Sherlock’s shoulders creeping up around her ears as the crowd rushed around them.

She linked their fingers together and pulled Sherlock closer to her as they walked. “Alright, bee?”

“Mmm.” Sherlock had tensed up slightly and then relaxed at the contact, and her cheeks were flushed faintly pink.

“Okay. We’re almost done with Mrs Hudson’s list, and then we can go home.”


The third time Jo held Sherlock’s hand outside the safety of their flat was at Angelo’s, and happened purely because Jo loved the way her girlfriend blushed when she held her hand and had wanted to see it again.

They were lingering over dessert, sipping coffee and picking at tiramisu. Sherlock was telling a story, gesturing animatedly with her left hand and stirring sugar into her refilled coffee cup with her right, and Jo just reached out and captured her hand, setting it on the table between them with their fingers intertwined.

Sherlock blushed prettily and fumbled her spoon, which only made her blush darker.

Jo giggled and leaned across the table to kiss the irritated-embarrassed look off of her face. “You’re adorable.”


The first time Sherlock Holmes took Jo Watson’s hand in public was for her own comfort, not for Jo’s, although she would never admit it.

They had been on a stakeout, waiting for a thief-turned-murderer to pass by. They’d caught him, eventually, but only after a brief scuffle involving one more knife than Sherlock had been expecting.

Jo sat patiently in the back of the ambulance Lestrade had insisted on calling, allowing the paramedic to fuss over the bump on her forehead and stitch up the gash across her ribs.

Sherlock was smushed in next to her, and, when she was nearly certain that neither the paramedic nor anyone else was looking, slid her hand into Jo’s and squeezed it hard. It had shaken her more than she cared to admit to see Jo knocked off her feet and bleeding from an unidentified source.

“I’m alright, sweetheart,” Jo told her, rubbing her thumb over Sherlock’s knuckles soothingly, “it’s just a scratch.”

Sherlock frowned at her. “You almost weren’t, though,” she protested, her voice shaking slightly.

Jo lifted their joined hands to her mouth and pressed gentle kisses to the back of Sherlock’s hand, then to each of her knuckles and fingertips. “I know. But I am. Promise”

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