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LOOK LOOK LOOK what I received in the post today, made with love and care by the wonderful and talented @selfmadeelf! I was not expecting this surprise gift – and I am so happy with it, you would not believe!  

Isn’t it beautiful? Isn’t Merrill just adorable? Just look at it, it’s an embroidered bookmark and it’s AMAZING! <3 

Also, thank you @selfmadeelf for the beautiful letter you hand-wrote with it – I’m really touched and emotional at how wonderfully kind and thoughtful you are, thank you so so much xxxxxxxxxxx

In Private - Jughead Jones

Anonymous said:

Juggie Jones? 77 70 89 86 48 58 also oh my god i LOVE your writing so frickin much. Sorry to be a pain I know you’re probably pretty busy with these but please? Either way I hope you have a wonderful day because you deserve it

Originally posted by riverrdxle

#48 “That’s hot”.

#58 “Get that cute ass over here and cuddle with me”.

#86 “No shirts are allowed”.

#89 “I had a dream about you…”

#70 “Do you know what you do to me?”

#77 “You’ll regret that lip biting”

I wasn’t sure to post this or not but…enjoy my cringe-worthy writing!

(hardcore making out???)


You learned very fast that Jughead Jones did not do PDA. At school or at Pop’s, he was as affectionate as a stone. It wasn’t that he wasn’t affectionate; in private, it was a different story. He could barely keep his hands off of you. Every moment in public he could’ve spent holding you, he would always make up for it later.

This came very apparent when he came over one evening.You both were in the same Chemistry class and had a test to study for. You both agreed to meet up at your house that afternoon because your family wasn’t going to be home. You both walked home, chatting over the study material. Your hands would graze against the others, but Jughead wouldn’t go any further. You didn’t want to push him, not really, but you needed affection sometimes. The subject had brought about little arguments between you before; all ended with both of your being sorry. For the rest of the trek home you thought about bringing it up again, but thought better of it when you arrived at your house.

“Okay, my parents said they’d call at some point but other than that we’re free,” you said as you unlocked the door. You saw Jughead smile out of the corner of your eye and felt a small rush. You knew that smile all too well; his mischievous smile. The moment you walked through the door and set your bags down, Jughead was all over you. His lips broke his smile to start kissing you. Your back was pressed up against the wall as his lips tracked from yours down to your jaw. You didn’t want the feeling to end, but you also wanted an ‘A’ on this test.

“Jug, we gotta study,” he pulled away from your face, panting slightly. His hair fell into his face because his beanie had slid back on his head in the moment. His eyes scanned your face, as if knowing you didn’t want this to stop. The hand that was placed against the wall near your waist moved upwards, running his nimble fingers through his dark locks.“That’s hot,” you whispered, pressing your lips to his again. He smiled into the kiss, reveling in the closeness. You pulled away slowly, biting your lip at the sight of his dilated pupils and red lips.

“You’ll regret that lip biting,” he whispered and you grinned. Your fingers tangled with his as you pushed off the wall and lead him into the living room. He sat on the couch as you grabbed your textbook and notes from class. You sat down next to him and turned the pages in the book to get to the study review.

“Ready to learn about ionic and covalent compounds Juggy?” You asked, trying to get your mind away from the burning sensation his lips left on yours. You looked up and saw that his green eyes were already watching you, like a hawk.

“I had a dream about you…” Jughead said suddenly, breaking you from your thoughts. You turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow. Now was not the time for this.

“Jug, it’s not-”

“We were at Pop’s, kissing in our booth,” he started, trailing his fingers in your hair. “Then when I pulled away you were gone.” He watched the way your hair tangled in between his fingers as he spoke. “I looked and looked, but I couldn’t find you. I lost you.”

Your heart stopped for a moment when you saw the longing look in his eyes. You couldn’t stop your hand as it reached up to his face, stroking his cheek.

“You will never loose me Jughead. Not ever.”He leaned into the touch, his eyes closing slowly.

“Do you know what you do to me?” His voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke. His breath tickled your palm and you smiled at the feeling. The dream must’ve really shaken him, which explains all of the affection. You needed to be sure.

“You’re being very lovey today Jones, what’s going on with you?” Your tone was concerned and Jughead smiled against your hand. He opened his eyes, meeting your gaze with a grin. He leaned over, pressing his lips to yours. You hands grabbed for his jaw and suddenly you felt the couch cushions against your back. Study session and thoughts forgotten, you let yourself melt under his touches.

“I love you, that’s what’s going on with me.” Jughead mumbled against your lips, moving his eyes to your jaw. He trailed kisses all over your face, causing you to giggle.

“I love you too,” you whispered back and a huge smile fell upon his features. He went back to pressing kisses on your skin and you sighed in content. You finger played with the hem of his shirt, tugging it when he moved back to your lips. “No shirts allowed,” you mumbled while your hands moved beneath his shirt. Backing away a little, Jughead pulled off his flannel and shirt. You trailed your hands down his chest and he smiled.

“Does that rule not apply to you?” You smiled, moving your lips to his again. You were about to remove your shirt when you were interrupted by the phone ringing. Jughead audibly groaned, “do you have too?” You nodded and Jughead rolled off of you. You got up and rushed to the kitchen, answering the phone.

“Yeah hey mom, I’m fine.” You walked towards the living room again and mouthed to Jughead that it was your mom on the line. “Jughead is over, we’re,” you glanced at your boyfriend again, “studying.” You turned around a walked back into the kitchen. “Yeah alright, see ya in a bit. Bye.” You put the phone back and walked back towards the living room.

     “Get that cute ass over here and cuddle with me,” you smiled when you saw Jughead, shirt on, laying on the couch. You walked over a laid down next to him, resting half your weight on him so you didn’t fall off   the couch.

    “We still need to study, Jug,” you whispered and Jughead glanced down at you.

       “I can’t just cuddle you until you forget about the test?” You smiled at him, pressing your lips to the side of his neck.

“For a few minutes,” you answered and he smiled widely, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. So what he wasn’t affectionate in town or at school; he loved you more than you could ever know.

yousef and mikael actually dance in the kitchen to cheesy pop songs too. but it’s a whole different situation to how even and isak do it.

bc with isak and even it was very much even dancing and isak being like oh my gOD you are so embarrassing why am i in love w/ you i s2g type thing

yousef and mikael????? oh boy. you don’t wanna be in the kitchen when they’re dancing. because it’s a DANCE BATTLE. i’m talking like. full blown dance battle. watch me dance, then i’ll square up to you, then it’s your turn for a while before ultimately i’ll start again and kick ur butt. that kind of dance battle. back and forth. totally a dance battle and not just an excuse to watch their boyfriend dance for a minute ok 

and it’s all silly and for fun, like, over-the-top robots, body rolls, etc. yousef once even dove to the floor and did the worm and oh god mikael’s LAUGH when he did that was just so loud, head bent back with it, that yousef had to get up and kiss him immediately bc there is no better sound in this world than mikael laughing

(also they’re both actually very good dancers and do it competitively but when they’re in the kitchen alone together it’s all ridiculous and playful).

anyway there’s this one time where they’re doing their lil dance battle thing and mikael is humming along to the song and it’s kind of a slower one than the songs they usually dance to. and mikael’s swaying his hips and moving his feet and being goofy, but yousef is just so captivated bc mikael is just????? does this boy know how beautiful he is???? like okay right now he’s got tomato sauce on his chin and his hair is all over his face but he’s just ?? so ?? beautiful ??? and seems so unaware of it, especially right now, because he’s just singing and humming and dancing softly and slowly and why does mikael pretend to know the lyrics to songs he clearly doesn’t know the lyrics to

and so yousef smiles wide which makes mikael laugh a little confusedly while he tries to carry on murmuring the lyrics, tries to carry on dancing, but then he stops. shakes his head and says, “what?” and yousef just pulls him closer, grinning now, eyes drifting to mikael’s lips.

 “you win this one,” yousef says, and then he kisses him.

long story short they make out in the kitchen for twenty minutes and when yousef’s mother comes in they get an earful bc “BOYS HAVE YOU BEEN KISSING THIS ENTIRE TIME???? I ASKED YOU TO CLEAN UP HALF AN HOUR AGO???? I’M GOING TO WORK NOW BUT THIS BETTER BE DONE WHEN I GET HOME”

and they do get it done. eventually. they just kiss and dance a lot in between.

“Even though I’m the youngest, you could say I’m the big sister of the band. I comfort 2D when he has a bad dream, and Murdoc when he has a bad trip. I calm Russell down when he gets angry about the world’s problems. I have to remember to look after myself, though. Usually I make a bowl of okayu, a kind of chicken soup, or just oil my mini-gun. Both are very soothing.”

Noodle I love you so much oh my god

Letters to Bucky (Part Seven)

Part Seven! Seriously they just love each other. So much. I literally rolled my eyes writing some of this because oh my god the fluff. Also a little bit of drama making its way in, but nothing too bad.
Catch up on the story HERE. Thank you so much for the likes/comments/ messages every single one of them makes my day! I love hearing from you guys!
Enjoy this update, lovelies!

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Morning came too soon.

Tony sat propped up on the single pillow left on the bed, waiting for Bucky to come back from the kitchen, idly rubbing over the hand shaped bruise on his hip.

“I’m sorry about that honey.” Bucky said with a frown, dropping back into the bed with some water. “I should have been gentler.”

“It’s fine.” Tony waved him off. “It will be a nice reminder that these twenty four hours actually happened. When you’re half a world away by tonight I’ll be able to–”

“Hey.” Bucky covered his mouth with a gentle kiss. “None of that.”

“Sorry.” Tony abandoned the pillow in favor of laying across Bucky’s chest, his fingers tracing down over lots of bare skin, tracing the deep vee of Bucky’s hip bone, loving that the soldier had yet to put any clothes back on. “I tend to be dramatic.”

“I know.” Bucky kissed the top of his head and held him closer, rubbing his back comfortingly, smiling when he saw the framed poem sitting on the nightstand.

“I didn’t notice the poem there last night.”

“Yeah well, it’s been there since you sent it. And last night we were busy.” Tony mumbled and Bucky grinned.

“Damn right we were.”

“Can I ask you something?” Tony shifted in his arms, looking up at him curiously.

“Ask me whatever you want, Tony. Anything you want.”

“It sounds weird when you say it like that. Like you should be making fun of me but aren’t.” Tony wrinkled his nose and Bucky laughed out loud, tugging a wonderfully naked Tony up and into his lap, running his big hands in soothing strokes up his sides and arms.
“I just like hearing you talk sweet thing. After so many months of just letters I can’t get enough. So ask me baby. What’s on your mind?”

“What would you have done if you showed up and I didn’t want to see you?” Tony asked slowly and Bucky’s eyebrows drew together in a frown.

“Why would you ask that?” He reached for the comforter, dragging it up and over Tony’s shoulders, shielding them both against the morning chill.

“Because if the situation were reversed… and I’d showed up at your place, and you hadn’t wanted to see me I’d…well I’d probably fling some fantastic insult at you then check into a shitty motel and cry into a bottle of scotch for a week.” Tony shrugged. “What about you?”

“Oh. Alright. Let me think about it.” Bucky was quiet for a minute, his hands moving lower, over the firm roundness of Tony’s ass, fingers trailing through the cleft there, searching and pressing where he was so warm, and still just a bit sore.

Tony hissed a little and shifted forward, resting his head on Bucky’s shoulder.
“You like that, don’t you babe? When I touch you like this.” Bucky said with a pleased smile and Tony sighed into his neck, lifting himself up as Bucky worked him open, pausing just long enough to get the nearly empty bottle of lube. “You’re almost out honey. Should we get more?”

“Won’t need it after you leave.” Tony said with a little shrug. “It’s just you, Bucky. I don’t need it for… any other reason. Haven’t for a while, even before our phone call.”

“How long?” He asked, scooting down in the bed, running his hand over himself, reaching for a condom. “How long Tony, since you haven’t needed–”

“Close to two years.” Tony answered. “Several months before my accident. And not after my accident until you. So it’s just you.”

Bucky was silent, watching as Tony lifted himself up, and took him deep into himself with one long slow slide.
When Tony shouted his name as he tipped over the edge into an orgasm, when Bucky followed just a few seconds later, the soldier swallowed what he really wanted to say, and held his lover tight, as close as he could, just hoping beyond reason, praying, that Tony knew what hadn’t been said.

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“You never answered me.”
Tony said later, after they had cleaned up and were laying across the bed again. “About what you would do.”

Bucky exhaled loudly.
“OK Tony. If I’d come here and you hadn’t wanted me like I wanted you, I would have taken my poetry back and burned your building to the ground.”

Tony burst into laughter. “What? That’s a total overreaction! Wait, I can’t tell if you’re joking. Are you joking?” He looked up to meet Bucky’s gaze. “You are so intense and I kind of hate that I love it. Tell me the truth soldier, am I sleeping with a crazy person?”

“I don’t know what you mean by that.”  Bucky shrugged. “We haven’t been sleeping at all.”

“Seriously.” Tony insisted and he sighed.

“Seriously? Tony, I would shaken your hand and walked out the door. And never answered when you called or written you anything ever again because you… you would have broken my heart.”

Tony blinked back whatever emotion was making his eyes well up and cleared his throat. “Already that invested, huh baby buckeroo?”

“Already that invested, sugar.” Bucky brushed his knuckles over Tony’s face.

“Yeah.” Tony said, his throat tight. “Me too.”
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“I’m gonna write you from the plane.” Bucky said as he finished buttoning his jacket. “Will you write me back?”

Tony handed him his hat. “I always do.”

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To: Bucky
–Pepper told me to go change but I’m sitting at my desk and writing you real fast. I can’t believe you’re here, sitting downstairs in my office. Whatever gave you the idea to just show up here was… genius.
–I can’t wait to spend tonight with you. So many plans. So many naked plans.
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To: Bucky
–you fell asleep faster than me. It’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Still can’t believe you’re here soldier. I’m gonna be a wreck in the morning I’m already sure of it so sorry in advance.
–I’m also gonna have a you sized hand print on my hip and I freaking love that
–I forgot to ask you about the red star on your jacket shoulder. Remind me.
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To:Bucky
–you literally just stepped away to the kitchen and I miss you. I hate it. I don’t want to tear up when you leave so I’m not going to let you say anything too nice.
–I hate that you didn’t ditch your family and spend the whole ten days with me. I don’t even care if that’s rude.
–you know poetry isn’t really my thing, not near as good with words as you are, but I hope you know that… well, you know. What we didn’t say last night. I hope you know how I feel.
–stay safe soldier.
–come home soon

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Bucky cleared his throat, carefully folding the scraps of paper Tony had scribbled notes on and somehow shoved into his jacket.
He hadn’t found them until he’d reached for his tickets and boarding pass in his pocket, and they’d fallen to the floor. He’d had to wait till he’d gotten settled in his set and the plane had taken off, but he’d finally pulled them back out, smoothing the letters and reading them a few different times.
Then he started to write back.
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To: Tony
–I made it onto the plane. Heading to Germany first, then back to base.
–sweet thing, I wish I would have skipped seeing everyone else and been brave enough to show up at your place as soon as I arrived.
–hopefully I haven’t lost your interest, since I was told tall dark and handsome only guarantees me a night and most of the following morning. Maybe that’s less true now, hm?
–I am sorry I bruised you, not sorry that you’ll be forced to remember me for at least a week. Now that I know you are YOU I’m a lot less convinced of my ability to charm my way into permanent place in your heart, not with as much as you have going on every day. I kind of loved the idea of you pining away behind a desk with nothing better to do than be waiting for my letters
–I still want a picture of you. Need a picture of you. I’m not going to forget how you look anytime soon but it would be nice to have something to keep in pocket. I’ll send one for you too.
–and I know, honey. I do. And I get why nothing was said, it’s fine. But I know. And I hope you do too.
–I’ll send this as soon as I get back to base so you know I made it
–I miss you Tony
–I’ll be safe.
Ps. The red star is the symbol for my unit. All the men have one on their uniform.

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To: Bucky
–I bought more pillows. Didn’t ever bother me how big my bed was until I shared it with you. So thanks for ruining that for me.
–pepper won’t quit asking about you, as if i can magically talk to you anytime I want and ask you questions to satisfy her curiosity. I only know so many officers after all, only so many phone calls I can wrangle out of them.
–a picture of us together surfaced from the charity dinner. Your face is pretty hidden but it’s obvious I’m staring dramatically into the eyes of a man, so now rumors are everywhere, but that doesn’t bother me. Would it bother you if the General public knew we were kind of dating?
–what are holidays like over there? Can I send you a box or something? A video phone call? Because it’s not really the holidays without getting some kind of sex after all
–my bruises are all gone. Kind of hate it. Kind of glad my hips aren’t sore anymore. I wonder if I’ll ever get used to your size or if it’s always gonna be like that
–I miss you. We should try for a phone call soon. Not for any reason other than to talk, I don’t just want you for your body and that sexy Brooklyn boy accent you have. I mean I definitely want you for those reasons, but I’d like to just hear you anyway.
–how long has it been for you? Since you were with anyone else? You know how long it’s been for me. I just… I won’t be mad or anything. I get it. War time. Soldiers. You’re gorgeous. I get it. I just want to know.
-stay safe Bucky baby. All of you guys.
Tony
Ps. Can we have a code word instead of saying you know all the time. It’s not that I don’t want to say it. I promise. You understand, right?

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To: Tony
–I’d apologize for the bed thing but I’m not really sorry. Selfishly I want you to be lonely every time you lay there without me. I’m glad the bruises are gone. Glad you aren’t sore. What did I say about crossing shit out, sweetheart? I want to know whatever you are thinking about. For what it matters, I hope you never get used to me inside you. Not because I want you to hurt or anything but I hope it always makes you swear and groan and say my name, cuz I’m never gonna get tired of that.
–wouldn’t bother me at all if people knew we were dating. Because we are together right? I don’t like the word kind of, don’t use that anymore. I like you, you like me, right? No kind of about it.
–I’d love to be able to talk on the phone, but honestly things are rough here right now. Rotations are longer, breaks are shorter. Can’t say too much, but things are… rough. Don’t believe everything the news says. I can’t really predict when I’m here and when I’m not and I’d hate for you to call and me not be here.
–I get it Tony, about not ready to say anything like that. It’s fine. It is. Because as long as you know what I feel, and you feel the same things then it’s always gonna be fine.
– And Tony, it’s been years for me. In fact, I can count on one hand the number of men I’ve been with. I’ve always been careful, if that’s an issue. I’m clean. I waited till I was eighteen and shipping out for boot camp before even admitting to anyone besides Steve that I was gay. Lost my virginity that same night and you can imagine it wasn’t spectacular. A few times during my first tour, and when I was home for six months before my second tour I dated a nice guy but it didn’t last. So besides you and my hand, it’s been years. I was just.. waiting for someone worth my time. Honestly didn’t think I’d find that person until I was back home and not touring again. Wasn’t even looking for that person yet.
But I found you, didn’t I? Or maybe you found me?
–I’ve got to go, we are heading out in the morning and I’ve been writing instead of packing.
–write me back sweet thing I can’t wait to hear from you.
Ps- a box is fine but not necessary. Letters from you are amazing. They always try to hook us up with something good to eat for thanksgiving/Christmas, but half the time I’m out on rotation anyway. war doesn’t stop because of the date.

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To Bucky
–happy holidays, soldier, since I know I might not hear back/be able to write back until after everything, especially since your rotations are getting longer.
–I’m sending you a box definitely. Why would you be definitely 100% no kind of about it dating a rich guy if you didn’t get big presents for Christmas?
–so a business thing real quick. I was approached by a team of researchers from Germany and Sweden who want to work with robotics and strength serums and soldiers. Like make them into cyborgs. Have you heard anything about that over there? It’s an interesting concept and I am reading up on it, because it could absolutely be what remakes war for this generation. But it seems… morally skewed. Turning men into machines. They want me to develop the robotics side of things. Tell me how you, as a soldier would feel about fighting next to or against super soldiers, or how you would feel about being one yourself.
–I’m glad you understand. Thank you. Maybe one day we can talk about why talking about stuff like us and relationships and the four letter word that begins with ‘L’ is difficult for me, but for right  now thank you.
–and thank you for telling me about.. well all of that. Your number of partners made me feel like a complete man whore but hey, my twenties were pretty wild. And for the record I’m clean too. Tested regularly, especially since I dabbled in recreational drugs quite a bit for a while there. Not in years tho. I’m serious. Years. So maybe next time when we have more time we can skip the precautions and just make a fucking mess sorry about that. That was pretty vulgar even for me. All I’m saying is, if you’re good and I’m good, I want to know what it feels like to just have you. There that was a more romantic way of putting it, right? Staring at your poem all day must be wearing off on me.
–I think your mouth erased some of my scars. We need to try that treatment again asap.
–stay safe for me, soldier.
–come home soon.

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To: Tony
–happy one year anniversary of your accident. I know this won’t reach you until closer to Christmas, mail is so much slower this time of year, but happy anniversary anyway. I know you hate that your scars haven’t faded and that it still hurts to take deep breaths but honey just think of all you and I would have missed out on, if you didn’t have those reminders. It would mean that you hadn’t survived that crash and I’ve already told you I can’t handle that thought. Because of that four letter word that starts with ‘L’.  
–seriously you don’t have to send me anything. Just a picture. That’s all I want. And if it’s one of your professionally done ones for a magazine I’m gonna be pissed. Send me a real one.
–cyborg soldiers. Tony, Steve was approached a while ago about something like that. Not robotics, but basically testing a new steroid or something. Accelerated healing, extra strength without the extra mass, extra speed. Sounds a lot like what you are looking into. All he said when I asked him is that it was in no way a possibility for him now, at least not until this tour is over and we are home. He thinks arbitrarily selecting soldiers to be super soldiers and then unleashing them on the rest of the troops is a horrible idea, and I do too. If these super soldiers were ever created it should be entire units, not just one or two men in a unit. How can you expect regular men to follow an enhanced Captain into battle, knowing he will walk away every time and they probably won’t?
–I kind of like the idea of being a super soldier. I’m lethal enough now, the serum would just make me unbeatable. Heady stuff.
–I miss you sweetheart. Wish we were spending the holidays together. Guarantee you’d be wearing mistletoe and a red ribbon and that’s about it.
–Oh and I agree. We should try a mouth on scar treatment asap. Longer this time. Several days. Oh honey, Let’s make a mess together. Want to know how you taste, want to know if I can fit all of you in my mouth. Want to know what you feel like inside me. I want it all. Let’s make a fucking mess. We can burn the sheets after.
–are you blushing yet?
–write me back baby

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anti: sq isn’t gonna happen stop saying that
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INAZUMA ELEVEN ARES IS GOING TO KILL ME.

I have to do this. I am going to give my opinion about the last trailer.

Because Level-5, Akihiro Hino and this franchise are killing me with hype.

PD: This is going to be a really long post xD

FIRST

I have to admit that I expected this. But it has surprised me anyway. AND KIDOU LOOKS SO GOOD, OH MY GOD.

 And he has his cape, I’m SO happy.

 But I hope Haruna will be in Ares too.

 THEN WE HAVE THIS.

 APHRODI LOOKING SO FUCKING GOOD AND HANDSOME. THE NEW ZEUS (Sorry I don’t know the japanese name) LOOKS AWESOME.

AND THEY’RE GOING TO PLAY AGAINST THE NEW RAIMON.

And, please, the next picture is too much for everyone, you have been warned.

 FUDOU, MY LOVE.

 WHY IS EVERYONE LOOKING SO GOOD IN ARES?!

 I love it so much.

 And SAKUMA.

Oh my God Sakuma.

And KAZEMARU too.

TEIKOKU GAKUEN, THE MOST FABULOUS TEAM.

Seriously, they all look like models.

AND LET’S NOT FORGET ABOUT THEM.

Atsuya why are you so cute. And why is Someoka so angry.

AND SHIROU.

TOO MUCH. AND THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING.

 Because then we have this.

SHE WASN’T THE MANAGER. SHE IS A PLAYER.

YOU DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS, BECAUSE I LOVE FEMALE PLAYERS. Mostly because there aren’t much of them on Inazuma… But I wonder which is her position.

Then we have the new Hiroto. Or, well, the real Hiroto.

 OKAY, at first sigh I didn’t like him. But he’s growing on me and I know we are going to get a lot of amazing scenes between he and the old Hiroto or the now known as Kiyama Tatsuya.

AND THERE HE IS. LOOKING SO FUCKING HOT. (Sorry for the words, but… OH MY GOD.)

First Fudou, now Hiroto (Tatsuya). Akihiro Hino wants to kill me.

And, of course, the new Aliea Gakuen.

I kind of like the new uniform, they look great. And the sponsor is “Alien” I LOVE THAT.

BUT WHERE IS MIDORIKAWA.

I wanted to see him, but it’s okay. For the moment >.>

 And the next thing is the one that most of us expected.

GOENJI IS BACK TOO AND HE IS ON KIRKWOOD (Sorry again, I don’t know the name in japanese) AGAIN. And he looks hot too xD

And the three brothers (I don’t remember their names, sorry) are back, too. But they were SO FUNNY.

Now, this guy looks like a mix between Toramaru and Tenma. And the sponsor of his team is is “Panda” xD

But THE THING with this team is THIS…

ENDOOOUUU??!! TELL ME THIS IS HE!!

Then we have Haizaki and Yuuma “fighting”. The animation looks really incredible, I repeat that the matches are going to be AWESOME. 

And it looks like Yuuma has his problems too and I’m very curious about it because he is one of my favourites at this moment from Ares.

 BUT THEN HAPPENS THIS:

THE RAIMON MANAGER AND HIM KNOW EACH OTHER. And this is a little lame but… I kind of ship them. She seems to care about him or knows something and she looks worried. Yes, for me, they make a cute couple (now is when they’re siblings or something like that xD) But first, I have to know the context and the story. Ares, come to us soon PLEASE.

And the other guy is the goalkeeper. Cool, and I don’t know why but i love his design. And the manager is really pretty and beutiful too^^

KIRINA I LOVE YOU. AND NOT BECAUSE YOU HAVE THE SAME PRETTY EYES AND BASICALLY THE SAME NAME AS KIRINO. But again, I need to know his story and all of that first.

And the new Raimon will have problems with Kira Star.  

Kidou epic and fabulous as always.

And, Asuto Inamori, the new main character, will be the one who never gives up. I love him and I think that he deserves MORE LOVE. He is like a ball of sunshine just like Tenma and Endou (Literally, he is in fron of the sun xD)

THE OPENING IS SO CATCHY AND AMAZING. IT IS GOING TO BECOME ONE OF MY FAVOURITES FOR SURE. And they give us more pictures of the characters and teams.

This is my favourite. And now we know that there are two main managers.

 And that’s all of it.

 Thank you if you’ve read all of that ^^

anonymous asked:

My favourite thing (ok like ONE of my fave things cos who can choose just one) about Miles is that he just seems so comfortable in his own skin. Like in that GQ video, he doesn't give a fuck about like if eyeliner or hairdye or manicures or whatever isn't ~masculine~ he just does what he feels like, and if he likes it, he'll keep doing it. That kind of confidence is really amazing.

Oh my GOD!! I totally know what you mean!! I also love that about him agh he’s just so precious! I love how much he’s grown into that as well, like he’s always had confidence but seems like he used to kinda put on this humour thing (another thing I love about him) to kinda bulk it out or something but then now he’s just so chill and easy going about anything like this^^

Alsoooo he was so precious like “me girlfriend thought it was weird, but if you wanna have your feet rubbed why not?” lol idk what the quote is but something with an echo of “treat yo self” that I can always find the time to admire :)

anonymous asked:

Oh my god she is the most beautiful person I've had the privilege of meeting and I love her so so much. She has the brightest smile I've ever seen and her eyes are like coffee before you add anything to it but sparkle like diamonds when she laughs. Her skin is the color of a deep caramel and looks gorgeous when the sun hits it. Whenever we hold hands I can't help but look down then look back up at her and smile. I love her so much and I swear I fall in love with her more everyday

im crying??

anonymously tell me about the person u love

anonymous asked:

hi!!! I just wanted to say that I love your fanfic, A Witch's Familiar sooo much!! In my opinion, I think it's the best one in the entire Miraculous Fandom. Have a nice day!!

Oh my god thank you SO MUCH. I’m so happy you liked the fic!

Have a nice day too! ♥

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—Still, if you experience that moment, it’ll really get you hooked on volleyball.

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“Tell him you’re excited to have his last name and then marry his brother.”

#wastehistime2k17 Oh my god I had so much fun doing this silly comic! I really hope everyone can take this prompt as a joke as I really mean no harm in doing this! 💖 Some McHanzo for Valentine’s Day 💖💖💖 have a fun week, y’all!