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King's Cage Fan Asks
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>Mare:</b> Hmmm, when will the fan asks be open again?<p/><b>Cal:</b> Hell, I don't know, but I'm curious.<p/><b>Maven:</b> Urgh! No, thanks. No more questions. I am bored.<p/><b>Iris:</b> Don't be a such a baby. The fan asks are cool.<p/><b>Maven:</b> Iris, one person asked whether we had...<p/><b>Cal:</b> Ok, enough of that!<p/><b>Mare:</b> Some questions are really awful, but I hope to get some new informations about RQ4.<p/><b>Cal:</b> Yes. I have the strange feeling that Victoria is playing with our lives.<p/><b>Mare:</b> *rolls her eyes* Dude, you are soooo intelligent. She is the author.<p/><b>Evangeline:</b> Guys, some people wanna sleep. I am curious, too, but we will know next year.<p/><b>Mare:</b> I read our book in one day...<p/><b>Cal:</b> ...and waited 364 days for the next. Yes, I know the feeling.<p/></p><p/></p>
What went down in Gamer
  • INTRO SEQUENCE
  • Marinette: dear diary, here's a description of some events that would have definitely been pretty cool to see
  • Marinette: but eh I guess there's no need to show that
  • Tikki: this isn't supposed to be a webisode so you'd better go do something now
  • Marinette: *goes to school*
  • Marinette: ok where is everybody
  • Alya: we're in the library preparing for the Super Smash competition that everybody knows about but you
  • Marinette: sounds contrived but okay
  • Alya: and if anybody beats Max they get to team up with that hot guy for the tournament
  • Marinette: MAX I WILL CRUSH YOU SO HARD THE SOUND OF YOUR DEFEAT WILL ECHO THROUGH THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE SO THAT
  • Alya: why do I open my mouth ever
  • Marinette: THE FAR OFF WASTES OF THE KLAATU NEBULA THEY WILL FEEL THE MOMENT OF YOUR
  • Adrien: can I maybe forfeit my position in the tournament
  • Mr. Damocles: nope
  • Marinette: WILL RIP THE CONTROLLER OUT OF YOUR HANDS AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR
  • Max: just take a controller and sit down please
  • Marinette: right gotcha
  • Max: you do actually know how to play this game right
  • Marinette: come on what do you take me for
  • Max: somebody who'd 100% be willing to enter a tournament for a game she knows nothing about if it would mean being with Adrien
  • Marinette: fair
  • Marinette: but I actually do know how to play this game
  • Max: oh noes
  • Marinette: *beats Max*
  • Max: that was it?
  • Max: with all that buildup I was expecting more echoing defeat and controller shoving
  • Marinette: don't tempt me
  • Max: yeah gotcha
  • Max: anyways imma go get akumatized now
  • Adrien: are you really just gonna let him
  • Marinette: yeah now come to my house
  • Adrien: Mr. Damocles this is terrifying
  • Adrien: is there really no way out of this situation
  • Mr. Damocles: nope
  • Hawkmoth: Gamer, the situation may not have turned out in your favor
  • Hawkmoth: but from now on you and I will be playing this game by our own rules
  • Max: nope sorry but playing with a modified system results in an automatic ban from participation in all future tournaments
  • Max: if we're doing this we're doing it properly
  • Hawkmoth: so you'll have to kill a bunch of people to level up before you can get a giant robot?
  • Max: yep
  • Hawkmoth: and if Ladybug and Chat Noir take you down
  • Max: they get their own giant robot, yes
  • Hawkmoth: will this result in more meaningless destruction
  • Max: probs
  • Hawkmoth: ok fine you've sold me
  • Max: great
  • Marinette: anyway Adrien welcome to my house and to my room where I definitely don't have 20,000 pictures of you
  • Adrien: eep
  • Tom and Sabine: *ship Adrienette*
  • Adrien: ok but can you not
  • Adrien: like it's clearly the most unhealthy pairing in the love square
  • Adrien: which is actually saying quite a lot
  • Adrien: it really could only ever work out if Marinette learned the difference between attraction and obsession
  • Sabine: shush it's an adorable pairing
  • Adrien: as someone who's literally part of that pairing I can attest that it defs isn't
  • Tom: do you want some food
  • Adrien: OMG YES PLEASE
  • Marinette: coolio let's eat it at the park
  • Adrien: disclaimer: the fact that I am eating croissants at a park with you is in no way a sign of interest, romantic or otherwise, in anything besides this delicious food
  • Marinette: yes please eat more of the food you look beautiful when eating it
  • Adrien: you're really starting to scare me Marinette
  • Gamer: AND SO AM I
  • Marinette: eep it's a giant robot!
  • Gamer: SEEK LOCATE DESTROY
  • Adrien: oh come ON that's such a blatant ripoff
  • Gamer: OBEY SUBMIT CONSUME
  • Adrien: rly is nobody gonna call him out on this
  • Marinette: we're running away now
  • Adrien: right
  • Marinette: oh and here have this charm bracelet
  • Adrien: wot
  • Marinette: look it's probs gonna be important or something
  • Marinette: I had to shoehorn it in somewhere there
  • Adrien: wait this robot is the perfect excuse
  • Adrien: *runs in the opposite direction*
  • Marinette: oh no he's gone
  • Marinette and Adrien: *transform*
  • Ladybug and Chat Noir: *fight the robot*
  • Gamer: *levels up*
  • Ladybug and Chat Noir: *ollie outy*
  • Ladybug: what if we take him to the stadium where the tournament's happening
  • Chat Noir: so he wrecks it and gets the tournament cancelled?
  • Chat Noir: yeah I'm very down with that idea rn
  • Ladybug: I just meant it would get him out of a crowded area
  • Chat Noir: oh right that
  • Ladybug: *arrives at stadium*
  • Chat Noir: *arrives at stadium*
  • Gamer: HEY GUYS
  • Chat Noir: oh no
  • Gamer: EXTERMINATE EXTERMINATE EXTERMIN—
  • Chat Noir: yeah screw that
  • Chat Noir: *cataclysms*
  • Gamer: you may have destroyed my robot
  • Gamer: but you will be shocked and awed by my secret scheme
  • Gamer: where I will restore my robot from a save—
  • Ladybug: *punches Gamer in the face*
  • Gamer: wait I wasn't finished monolog—
  • Ladybug: oh hey I broke your glasses
  • Ladybug: and there goes your akuma
  • Gamer: so you won't get to pilot a giant robot then
  • Ladybug: WHAT
  • Ladybug: wait little butterfly come back here!
  • Gamer: it's not coming back
  • Ladybug: well maybe if it copies itself and affects thousands of people then I'll get to have a giant robot?
  • Hawkmoth: yeah nope
  • Hawkmoth: I am not filling Paris with thousands of giant robots
  • Hawkmoth: even I'm not that stupid
  • Ladybug: dammit
  • Ladybug: bye bye little butterfly :(
  • Chat Noir: don't worry, you two can still get to kick butt in the tournament
  • Chat Noir: (Max, help me out here pls)
  • Max: yes, the tournament that you and I will defs be the two participants in and Adrien won't
  • Ladybug: I WILL KNOCK IN THEIR TEETH AND RIP OUT THEIR
  • Max: perfect! that's the spirit! we are totes gonna win
  • Chat Noir: phew, I thought I'd never escape
  • ROLL CREDITS
  • : : PROPS TO @GLANCETOTHESEA FOR THIS ONE
  • ~~
  • *Rosamund's christening*
  • Molly: *worried* They made us godparents. Do you know what that means?
  • Sherlock: *on his phone*
  • Molly: If John and Mary die, we're Rosie's legal guardians! *panicking* I don't know how to care for a baby, Sherlock!
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: *bites her lip* I mean, books can only tell you so much! *groans* we'll have to teach her everything. She'll want to know about sex...you can handle the drugs talk as long as you tell her it's bad.
  • Sherlock: *glances at her*
  • Molly: *wide-eyed* She'd want to know how they died. What if it was gruesome? Do we sugar-coat it? I mean, they were her parents.
  • Sherlock: *blinks* Molly-
  • Molly: *shakes her head* What if they went to a forest and got lost and fell in a wood chipper? Or mauled by bears? We can't tell her that. And we can't-
  • Sherlock: *amused* Molly. John and Mary aren't actually dead.
  • Molly: *smiles awkwardly* You think I'm overreacting.
  • Sherlock: *looks back at his phone* Yes, I do.
  • Molly: *sighs* I know, I'm sorry. That was awful...it's just...I want them to know they made the right decision.
  • Sherlock: *frowns* Of course they did. They're not idiots *puts his phone away* and if it's practice you need, look no further *smiles*
  • Molly: *chuckles* Yeeeeeeah, I think if I started considering our meetings as babysitting, I'd be in a lot of trouble *playfully pokes him*
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* Not Rosamund. Our baby.
  • Molly: ...
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* Plenty of time to think about it *walks of, smirking* do hurry, Molly, there's a cab waiting.
  • Molly: *slowly follows him*

I was rewatching bits of 12.01 and it hit me: So, yes, okay, Sam’s sass and determination are absolutely awe-inspiring, but also he was walking? His right foot was horrifically burned and he’d recently had a bullet dug out of his left thigh, but he stood. He walked. He ran up the freaking stairs trying to escape even with both legs in that shape. My badass, charred, cinnamon roll son. How even. I have no words.

  • Sherlock: *sniffs*
  • Molly: ...
  • Sherlock: *sniffs; wrinkles nose*
  • Molly: Sherlock?
  • Sherlock: *coughs; throaty* Yes?
  • Molly: Oh, my God...you sound awful! *hurries over; ripping off her gloves* Oh, Sherlock...you look awful *feels his forehead* Oh, my God...you're hot.
  • Sherlock: *feeble chuckle* Are you flirting with me, Dr. Hooper?
  • Molly: *blushes; mumbles* I meant...I should get you home and into bed.
  • Sherlock: *sniffing*
  • Molly: *blushing harder* No, I mean...I just...
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes; pulls coat tighter* I'm find. Just a cold *shivering*
  • Molly: *shakes her head* You should still be in bed. With lots of blankets, soup...maybe a crap DVD-
  • Sherlock: -and a pathologist.
  • Molly: ...
  • Sherlock: *sniffs; shivering* Do you...know of anyone that might be *coughing* interested?
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: *stunned* I-I...are you serious?
  • Sherlock: *sniffing; impatient* Molly, I'm dying, please answer quickly.
  • Molly: *horrified* You came all this way to ask me to...get into bed with you? To care for you? Oh, my God...you bloody idiot. The cold weather alone will makes things worse. Why didn't you just text me or...or...
  • Sherlock: *swallows* Please. I need you *groans; dropping his head onto the bench, mumbling* God, how I need you.
  • Molly: *affectionate smile* Okay. I'll find someone to cover my shift and then we'll go *hurriedly clears her stuff away*
  • Sherlock: *sniffing; still mumbling* Thank you *pauses; lifts his head* Molly?
  • Molly: Hmm?
  • Sherlock: *nervous* If I told you I love you...what would you say?
  • Molly: *stops tidying; approaches him, brushes his curls and kisses his forehead* I think you'll find out later.
  • Sherlock: *confused* You know I'm going to tell you I love you?
  • Molly: *tilts her head; smirking*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: Ah.

coldbam  asked:

27, NARRY

27 - slam poetry au.


At this point, Niall kind of wishes that he’d just taken the low mark on his paper, and stayed in with all the boys at the frat to do the Bruce Willis marathon. He pulls his hat a little lower over his face. He might die a little inside if anyone recognizes him.

“And it stabs me like a knife! Like a rusty! Icicle!!”

Niall winces from the feedback when the guy with a serious black eyeshadow problem drops the mic to the stage and walks off. He hasn’t found a poem he liked well enough yet to do an analysis; or comfortable enough anyway. It isn’t that he doesn’t admire these people, for getting on stage and often speaking about incredibly personal experiences because Niall always takes pride in being honest and open about himself.

But Niall doesn’t think he can bear to fix his grade with the previous guy’s poem about getting his trust fund taken away. Yikes.

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