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Happy Steven Moffat appreciation day!

‘Heroes are important. History books tell us who we used to be, documentaries tell us who we are now, but heroes tell us who we want to be and a lot of our heroes depress me. But you know when they made this particular hero (The Doctor), they didn’t give him a gun, they gave him a screwdriver to fix things. And not a tank or warship or X-wing fighter. They gave him a call box from which you can call for help. And they didn’t give him a superpower or pointy ears or a heat ray. They gave him an extra heart. They give him two hearts and that’s an extraordinary thing because I don’t think there will ever be a time when we don’t need a hero like the Doctor.’

Night had come with calm over the waters. The deck was near empty, the few men on it dozing with arms folded on barrels or having found a spot to kick their feet up onto secured rigging. The moon was a perfect circle amongst the dark, escorted by a scattering of stars. They shone like gems, as precious as they were unattainable.

Yuuri sat on the edge of the crow’s nest, watching the rare stillness of the sea. His wings were hidden, folded away into marked tattoos. No wind whistled. No ships passed. No birds flew.

The quiet ate at him.

Below, the moon caught silver and ignited. Its reflection off Victor’s hair could have blinded. Yuuri tipped forward, watching as the captain strode onto the deck and turned, spinning on the heel of his boot.

In his hands, Victor held a bow and fiddle. He dipped, sweeping an arm graciously across, bowing to an unknown audience. Yuuri’s eyes locked on him. And Victor played. 

Notes skidded on wood, echoed off folded sails, and leapt along the water. Sweet and merry, the kind of music that accompanied flowing drinks and boisterous company. The melody of a lively pirate captain, playing to no one but the moon and the stars.

Yuuri couldn’t look away.

As he fiddled, Victor danced. Steps light, nimble, like when he fenced in practice with his crew, a smile permanent on his face as he easily out-manuveured four men at once. The music skipped along, contagious in delight, like Victor’s laughter when it nestled its way into Yuuri’s chest.

The bow of the ship became his stage as Victor danced and played, the faintest hum of his voice carrying on the notes. The moon cast a spotlight on him, as entranced as Yuuri. Victor’s hair whipped with each dip, each twirl, silver escaping the loose tail which had been tied in velvet ribbon, a few black feathers woven in. Under the light of the moon, amongst the dark of the night, Victor was ethereal. 

When the vibration of the strings faded, Yuuri nearly cried out in objection. But Victor looked straight up, at the crow’s nest where Yuuri sat hidden in midnight shadows. Smiling, the pirate captain held out a hand, palm open and inviting.

“If that’s a good enough apology, will you come here and dance with me?”

Yuuri caught his response on the tip of his own tongue. He dropped from the crow’s nest and flew straight into Victor’s open arms. Always.

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@petchricor no coffee is actually featured in this because i’m too lazy to draw a coffee maker, but it’s implied, so…does that count?

also another random headcanon: whenever dark gets more than three hours of sleep, his body just stays in sleep mode for the entire morning. one time wilford had to stop him from brushing his teeth with the hair trimmer.

anonymous asked:

Aizawa did you enjoy the trip to the hot springs? Did the kids behave? ((Im new to the fandom and just found out about that old (?) onsen event and it was really cute wow))

I don’t remember how long I was there (don’t do this, it’s dangerous for your health). Luckily, All Might happened to come by soon after I think. My memory’s a bit fuzzy.

@ask-allmight Care to clarify…?

event in reference to this!

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Hannibal Advent | Day 4
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Has Christmas come early? Or late? Was for Abigail. Was? I thought better of it. I wasn’t thinking straight. I was upset when I bought it. Maybe still am. What is it? A magnifying glass. Fly tying gear. Teaching her how to fish. Her father taught her how to hunt. That’s why I thought better of it.

PSA? Call out?

Hello, this is Ivory. You probably already knew that since I am posting this via my blog where I am known as Ivory unless I was possessed by some lesser demon on this lovely Sunday morning, which is still quite likely. I am here today to call out @tayegi on a very questionable incident. Please read more beneath the cut.

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color palette by @color-palettes!

The finished version of this post. I finally found my motivation again, probably thanks to all the BB content we were blessed with today due to the concert.
This drawing is loosely based on Daesung’s look in the Monster MV ~