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Love Square Week Day 6: Kisses

I know I’m late (im still in finals) but i really wanted to do something for this one. The Ladynoir one wasnt working tho xD. Also self indulgent Marichat because i can.

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messing around with the witch au lovesquare in some pretty color palettes from this

anonymous asked:

Missing scene: Maggie and James being badasses and saving people

She’s stepped over the body of a dead officer – killed right in front of her eyes.

She knows his kids.

She knows his mother.

She’ll wind up being the one to knock on her mother’s door and tell her that her son died protecting her. Protecting all of them.

She knows his kids, and she knows his mother, and she stepped over his body and took his gun and shot to kill.

She’d fought her way to the bar.

Fought her way past streams of high school kids that she guided into a hidden basement, using all her ammo – his ammo – to protect them.

Fought her way over dead bodies and broken bones and fire, fire, fire.

Fought her way to get to Alex Danvers.

To get home.

Home, which tastes like Alex’s lips and smells like Alex’s body lotion.

Home, which feels like the embrace of Alex’s arms and sounds like Alex’s voice.

Home, which is… Alex.

But too soon, too soon, she and James compare notes on the streets outside.

Too soon, they look into each other’s eyes and know that they’ll burst if they can’t get back out there. 

She knows Alex must be bursting, too. 

She knows Alex thinks Maggie would be better suited to the whole command thing than she is.

She knows Alex is wrong, because she is expendable.

Alex is not.

So she draws her in for a long, heated kiss – a long, heated kiss punctuated with I love you, with be safe, with I’ll see you soon, with we’ll name her Gertrude – and she sets back into the streets with Guardian. 

With James.

A man she’d been told to hunt.

A man who’s now one of the closest friends she’s ever had.

A man who’s now watching her back as she sprints out of the alleyway, across the street, because there’s a teenager, alone, terrified, trying to fight. 

Maggie fights for them. James points them in the direction of safety. 

They pull Maggie into a random hug. Maggie holds her glock out to the side so he doesn’t accidentally set it off. She hugs him back with one arm.

James watches her as the kid retreats, safely, safely, safely.

“I don’t like you being out here with only that little gun,” he tells her.

“I don’t like you being out here with only that little armor,” she retorts, and she hears him chuckle even as he slams his shield down in front of her, blocking a blast of Daxamite bullets.

“I owe you, Guardian,” she shouts as they fight back to back, Maggie immediately assessing the weaknesses in Daxamite armor, the soft spots, the spots she won’t shatter her bones trying to hit.

She hears it before he does: a Daxamite weapon reloading.

She throws herself into his body, and they both tumble onto the ground. 

The heat of fire passes over their heads, and James grunts as he slams his shield into the helmet of the soldier Maggie’d just saved him from.

“I think we’re square now,” he shouts, and she grins briefly before sobering.

“We need to get to the school, James,” she calls to him, and he nods once, and she leads the way.

They find the kids from National City Elementary huddled in an inadequately protected lunchroom, and Maggie helps the teachers carry the most scared, the most injured, with one arm while she helps James shoot with the other.

She murmurs soothing words to the six year old clinging to her hip, to her chest, to her shoulders, telling them to close their eyes, not to look, even as she rotates over her other shoulder and shoots, shoots, shoots.

She clicks out of ammo and her body, not her bullets, become the children’s shield as she shepherds them into a safer bunker across the street, as James and the suit Winn made him pull overtime, absorbing bullets and discharging lead dust.

Only once does she lose sight of him, and it’s one of the most terrifying moments of her life.

She sets down the children – all safe now, all safe – and she screams his name, praying, praying, not to find him on the ground, not to find him somehow bleeding underneath all that armor.

And sure enough, he’s on his knees.

Conscious, awake. Alive.

But on his knees.

Images of Alex floating in that tank shriek into her brain, and she sees red.

She doesn’t know where she gets the shotgun from – she doesn’t look which dead comrade she’s picking it off from this time – she just knows that she’s hoisting it, cocking, shooting.

Once, twice, three, four times.

Enough to get the two Daxamite soldiers that had forced James onto his knees onto theirs.

“Winn was right,” James breathes by way of thank you.

“About what?” Maggie asks, breathless and bruised.

“Alex Danvers would never date someone who doesn’t own a firearm. Or how to use whatever she finds on the street.”

“Alex Danvers is a classy woman,” Maggie counters with a grin as they set off down the street at a jog, sticking to the shadows and looking for the next group to rescue.

James will tell everyone later – when the dust settles, when the bodies are buried, when the survivors have hugged and kissed and cried – that he and Maggie made a great team.

Alex’s eyes will shine and she’ll brag for weeks to anyone who’ll listen about how her girlfriend can keep up with a superhero in a war zone.

Pam in HR has never been more irritated with her; she has enough paperwork to file without the triplicate forms securing James Olsen’s confidential “secret” identity that are suddenly flooding her office.

But at least, she thinks, her team is alive for her to be irritated with.

There’s always, at least, that.

You’ve been wanting me to write about you. I don’t know why. Most days, these words feel ugly. Nothing about this feels beautiful, it feels like I’m bleeding. That isn’t pretty, but you are. So maybe that’s why I’m writing this, because I want to try my hand at putting that prettiness into words. Or maybe it’s because I know you want it and it would make you happy to read it, and I love knowing that I can put a smile on your face. Or maybe I’m writing this because it’s past 3am and I don’t have a filter and declaring my platonic love makes sense now. I don’t know, but the reason doesn’t really matter, does it? It didn’t matter on day one. It doesn’t matter now. It won’t matter in the days to come, if there are any. You make me nervous because things are good. Life feels a little more worth living because you exist, and I can’t picture a life without you in it now, and that’s good but bad. That’s bad because if you go I fear that I will shatter like the most fragile piece of glass. Who will help pick up the pieces? I’ve been there before, it wasn’t pretty. A lot of things in this world aren’t, and that was another one. I’m becoming redundant now, aren’t I? At first, I wanted to just write I love you. I wanted to leave it there, or write it ten times over. Maybe 100.  Maybe 1000. Would I copy and paste it? Probably. Maybe not. Would it matter as long as the message got across? Maybe you’d want me to write it by hand. You always want me to push myself. You always want me to be the best I can be, to not be okay with only being able to have fists full of grass, to reach for the stars next and not stop until I have them. Until I can gladly sit on the moon, imprint my butt’s print on its surface and make it moon squared. I’m just being silly now, but you’ve seen me be silly before. You’ve seen me fall so deep into the darkness that I could give void a new definition, you’ve seen me lose myself in laughter as if happiness was the only emotion I knew, you’ve seen me be myself and you haven’t run away. You’re sticking through it, through the blood and gore, through the sunrises and sunsets. You better believe I plan to do the same and then some. I don’t think I could ever get down just how thankful I am for you. I’m hoping that I’ll get to hear your voice soon. Maybe I’ll be able to tell you properly then. Or maybe I’ll just let you know I wrote this so I could hear your reaction (you know that I’m writing about you, how crazy is that?). Or maybe I’ll just tell you that I love you until I lose my voice. I wonder if years from now, we’ll look back at this. I wonder how much I’ll have added to it by then. I don’t know how long you’ll be here. I don’t know how long our story will actually be. I don’t know, but you’ve made that okay. We’re okay. You’re okay.
—  “I love you.” // Maxwell Diawuoh

discord somehow opened before my internet was connected and even tho i connected my internet and closed/restarted discord, its now just an ominous gray square

You are currently in the WWE Performance Center, working out your entire body in the company and guidance of your best friend Finn.”That’s it y/n, just like that. You are such a natural at this.” Finn applauded your resilience and determination. He was always a sweetheart to you; he always knew what to say to you; and you always felt like you could speak your mind out in his presence and he wouldn’t give a fuck.”Now, if you just squared yer hips forward, you would be able to work out yer lower abs too.” Unexpectedly, his hand drifted to her hip. It settled there and pulled you closer. You inhaled sharply. You were against his warm chest, chiseled to perfection. (Must he be so perfect?) You splayed your hand against it, intending to push him away, but instead you left it there. His breathing quickened as did yours. He began nuzzling your neck with delicate kisses. So faint, they were whispers.”I could stop if you want it.” Finn whispered in between kisses. You urged yourself to push away, but couldn’t. Your limp body began to tremble uncontrollably. His head was angled slightly to the side as his lips came closer and closer to yours. You were surprised to find your own lips parted. Your breaths mingled. Your heart fluttered inside your chest. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss. Then his arms encircled your waist.”I want this.” You whispered before reattaching your lips to his.
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What about us? We’re counting on you. The next guy’s gonna handle it. I don’t want anybody else.

okay.

So.

We’re going to talk about it.

Because if I’m going to cry over fictional characters, I’m taking all you assholes down with me.

FIRST. 

We have Chat Noir’s Immediate reaction onto seeing Ladybug literally Yo-yo-Hawkmoth’s evil butterfly telegram to little pieces.

Then she throws this in.

And while I know that He and the rest of the police officers are just SPECKS over on that bridge? He can’t help but feel like she is speaking directly to him.

Because he was the one who pointed out that she’s not alone.

She just looked him in the eyes seconds previous to this and said, “Okay Chat, I’ll buy what you’re selling. I’ll kick ass with you.”

THEN.

She fucking one ups him.

I mean, obvs he would never think about it that way,

but let’s be real. This is some seriously flashy awesomeness that she is setting free. She didn’t waste any time with him. Didn’t dilly dally about it. There isn’t a single touch of dithering. 

CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT HOW LONG IT TAKES CHAT NOIR TO PROCESS WHAT HAS HAPPENED???

Three.

Seconds

He stand still.

He just stares.

Around him the world is celebrating.

But all he can do is stare.

And when he finally can word.

When he can finally get words to move from his brain space to his mouth space, all he can say is that he is in love.

That stare.

That blink of realization.

That amazed, almost in spite of himself announcement… Adrien/Chat Noir is forever in love. In this moment, his heart? It’s lost to her.

This moment is life changing and soul morphing.

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My dear sweet @annafaris getting flashbacks from her hilarious role in Lost in Translation. Thank you for the support honey! You look so beautiful. These press tours can be such a whirlwind. I’m grateful to have you and the boy with me on this one. Although it’s 3:00am right now, I was just awakened by a square kick to the back as little man climbed into bed and then must have had a karate dream or something and now I can’t sleep. I’m on insta instead. All you dads and moms know what I’m talking about. 😂♥️🙏👆👍🏼🙌

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I am convinced that the FFVII x Mobius collab was created just to show clerith. Seriously, this game confirms the biggest and most important Clerith argument that we’ve been talking about for 20 years. Please read on to see why.

When you have Aerith’s job class hooked up to  Meia, during battle, Echo will say “ 約束の地見つけてね”. @makanani helped translate it for us and it says “ The Promised Land, please find it!” (alternate translation is “Find the Promised Land!”).

If you remember, Cloud’s storyline heavily focused on him finding the Promised Land, as well.  Although never explicitly said, the game clearly depicts that when Cloud finds the crystal Aerith’s theme begins to play in the background. After, Cloud says the crystal is a “warm and gentle light / 優しくて……….暖かい光だ”, Echo then informs him that it will lead him to the Promised Land (あなたたちの「 約束の地 」へ行ける), in which Cloud tells Echo and Wol that he’s going to take the journey. Later on, it’s revealed that the player can obtain Aerith’s “Umbrella” weapon, which the player unlocks with an item called  ”gentle light" /「 仄かな光 」

The crystal, i.e. the “warm and gentle light, will lead Cloud to the Promised Land. The item box titled “gentle light” rewards the player with Aerith’s weapon, Umbrella. The symbolism here is all about the “gentle light” leading Cloud to Aerith.

The second image you see, says this:  

「ね、クラウド。わたし、あなたを探してる」
「あなたに・・・会いたい」

“Cloud… I’m searching for you. I want to meet you.”

So, not only do we see Cloud trying to get to the Promised Land, as well as Aerith’s Mage job class referencing going to the Promised Land, too, but   Cloud and Aerith’s date is ALSO referenced in this cameo event as well.

While definitely worth getting excited over just because it’s included, there’s a more important message about this specific quote being included in the event. The reason this is significant is because it’s Aerith saying that she wants to “meet” Cloud. 

Again, Mobius tells us that Cloud wants to find the Promised Land, Aerith’s theme song playing during the conclusion of the event alludes to the player that Cloud’s reason to find the Promised Land is because of Aerith. But it’s Aerith’s “ I want to meet you “ as well as Echo telling the Aerith-clad Meia to “find the Promised Land” that confirms all of it.

Meia’s “Midgar Flower vendor” card even depicts the “Aerith”-Meia standing in a field of yellow flowers (canola flowers, it seems).

A flower field that looks very similar to the flower field we see in Advent Children’s credits, where Aerith is seen waiting and Cloud is seen driving through.

As well as in FF Type-0:

「最後 の幻想」
“Last dream”
花畑に佇む男女。
A man and woman stand in a flower field.
異世界 の幻想風景。
“Dream scenery of another world”
 

It’s worth mentioning that Mobius’ story even opens up with this summary:             

“What it is that you love?”

While Kitase and Nojima said they created this specific story in order to provide a story with an “emotional impact” on FFVII fans.  

Mobius is, without a doubt, about Cloud and Aerith finding each other in the Promised Land and I am praying that we get to see Cloud and Aerith’s reunion in the FFVII Remake, as well.

If you haven’t downloaded Mobius yet, please go and do so and start playing. You can even play on Steam now. We just need to show Square Enix that clerith fans are thankful for this game and that we will continue to support them for all of the wonderful clerith fanservice they’ve provided us over the years.

It’s important that they know the clerith fanbase is large and active.

Anna Faris to salute husband at Walk of Fame induction

Anna Faris will get to gush about her man again when she inducts Chris Pratt into the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

The Guardians of the Galaxy star will unveil his plaque next week (21Apr17) and his wife and director pal James Gunn will be among those saluting the action man. Pratt’s star will be the Walk of Fame’s 2,607th.

Faris recently joined her husband at the Tokyo premiere of Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 in Japan earlier this week (beg11Apr17).

Pratt thanked the actress for her support in a sweet Instagram post, writing: “My dear sweet @annafaris getting flashbacks from her hilarious role in Lost in Translation. Thank you for the support honey! You look so beautiful.”

Faris appeared alongside Scarlett Johansson and Bill Murray in Lost in Translation, which was set in Japan.

“These press tours can be such a whirlwind. I’m grateful to have you and the boy with me on this one,” Chris added. "Although it’s 3:00am right now, I was just awakened by a square kick to the back as little man climbed into bed and then must have had a karate dream or something and now I can’t sleep. I’m on insta instead. All you dads and moms know what I’m talking about.”

Anna has also shared an adorable photo of her husband and their four-year-old son, Jack, sporting a pirate eyepatch.

The actress caught father and son chilling out on loungers and posted the snap on Instagram on Tuesday (11Apr17), and added the caption: “Ahhhhh-relaxing after #whatsmysnack @prattprattpratt with our pirate son.”

The family is now South Korea as Chris continues his Guardians of the Galaxy sequel press tour.

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