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A week in the life: Husbands Edition - Robert Sugden & Aaron Dingle
February 20, 2017 to February 24, 2017

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Don’t think of this scene in the context of Will being madly in love with Hannibal, and believing Hannibal incapable of reciprocating. Don’t think of this scene in the context of Will feeling dirty and ashamed for finding the deepest connection of his life with an unfeeling monster. Don’t think of how badly Will wanted, and how deeply he knew all he could not have.

Just don’t think about this scene at all because it’s 1000x more painful now that Hugh Dancy decided to ruin our lives.

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Favorite NaruHina moments: Naruto movie - The Last

  • Naruto confessing his love to Hinata


All these gifs are made by me! Please like or reblog if you want to use, thanks!~_^

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Although it’s TeruMob, this one is a bit more on the ‘-ish’ side XD

While I was reading @fireflysummers​‘s fancomic and said about their headcanon of Teruki not having an adult role model, it got me thinking if Teruki has anyone to talk with about his feelings or stuffs like that in general. We all agree that Teruki has a really strong independent mindset for his age, so it’s hard for me to imagine Teruki being honest about himself, or even talk about it to anyone. But, if it’s Mob, I think Teruki would definitely put down his guard for him and it inspired me to make this fancomic. :”)

Hope you like it~! 

  • Suigetsu: So Sasuke, how was your first kiss?
  • Sasuke: Pretty good
  • Suigetsu: And who is the lucky lady?
  • Sasuke: Naruto
  • Suigetsu: Ähmm... okay but I meant your real first kiss
  • Sasuke: And I already said it was Naruto
  • Suigetsu: Yeah but where you both wanted it
  • Sasuke: Yes, Naruto.
  • Suigetsu: No you don't understand! I mean when did you kissed the person you love for the first time!?
  • Sasuke: Ah okay i got it
  • Suigetsu: ...
  • Sasuke: ...
  • Suigetsu: ...
  • Sasuke: It also was Naruto

Isn’t It Rich? Are We a Pair? - All-Broadway All-Musical Narumitsu Fanmix

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Hey everyone, I’ve started the process of reuploading my old fanmixes to Playmoss so that people can actually LISTEN to them ever since 8tracks started sucking. So the obvious choice for the first one is my pride and joy, my sappy romantic All-Broadway fanmix for Phoenix/Miles from Ace Attorney.

Fanmix cover art by mustachossom.

Tracklist and notes under the cut here.

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To Be Alone - A Moriel Fic

For @acotarshipweek  moriel week which was…sixteen centuries ago, I am aware, but the prompt came from there so credit where credit’s due. Speaking of credit, blessings upon my dearest, @pterodactylichexameter for betaing/general encouragement with this thing, ‘twas a pain at times. 

Title: To Be Alone 

Summary: moriel sin week prompt: secret rendezvous. Mor and Az find themselves alone in a quiet corner of Velaris, having been each told to meet someone important here, not knowing they were being set-up. Little does their High Lady know they’ve already been in a relationship for some months now. They decide to make the most of this time alone they’ve been given and slip off together to a nearby inn… 

Teaser: She hadn’t thought it possible – that she could want him more once he was hers but…From that first brush of his tongue against hers, that first taste of him, she had known that she would never belong to another heart again. She was his. She had always been his, really. As he had always been hers. She had known she would never want anyone else – and that she would never stop wanting him. 

Link: AO3

Mor sucks in a deep breath as she steps from the whisper of darkness winnowing always envelopes her in. It’s near sunset and the streets of Velaris are busy, full of people heading home for their evening meals before the city comes alive for true when night falls. She smiles politely and nods greetings to a few of those who meet her eyes but she doesn’t linger to chat with anyone this time. She’s already a little late for her appointment.

The crowds fortunately start to thin as she heads towards the quieter, more residential area of town near the river. It’s much less densely populated and a faint kiss of mist cools her flushed, warm skin as she emerges from the hot press of bodies. Through the shifting eddies of swirling white she sees the bridge over the Sidra she was asked to come to and hurries her steps when she dimly spots a solitary figure waiting for her – a column of shadow among the white river ghosts.

Mor is within spitting distance before she realises that the person waiting for her is not the one she had expected. Old instincts, sharpened by the recent war, have her reaching for her power, gathering it in her body, preparing to attack or defend- But a heartbeat later she recognises the person and her defences shatter on instinct.

Azriel stands with perfect stillness, leaning on the stone wall of the bridge a calm, tranquil expression upon his handsome features. He doesn’t turn towards her, shift his position at all, or give any other outward reaction to her presence. Mor isn’t fooled. He knows perfectly well that she’s there. For one thing she had seen the shadow curling around his ear moments earlier, informing him that she was – though Mor suspects he had known even before that. The damn male is impossible to sneak up on; unless he lets her, which is frankly just insulting.

Approaching him with long, easy strides, Mor mirrors his unconcerned posture, standing beside him and letting her gaze drift out over the Sidra as well, following his gaze. She manages a full, impressive, ten seconds before her restraint cracks. Az smiles thinly, fondly, as the words burst from her, interrupting the peaceful silence, “What are you doing here?”

At last Ariel tears his gaze away from the view in front of them to look down at her. His face softens as his eyes meet hers, the mask of cold composure that some, wrongly, assume is a permanent feature of her shadowsinger slips. His quiet affection shows through instead, that tender smile lingering on his lips. The shadows that twist around him thin then vanish, as though giving them privacy. Her belly swoops with the usual familiar pulse of pleasure and joy that he feels safe with her, safe enough to let his instinctive guard down.

Az’s voice is its typical dark, velvet calm when he answers her, “I was told to urgently meet an informant here and was advised that the meeting would be…” his lips curl into a tighter smile, his eyes tinged with obvious amusement as he looks her up and down, appreciating her even though she’s dressed rather simply, “Advantageous to me.”

“By?” Mor prompts him, eyebrows quirking up.

Az’s smile deepens before he answers, “Feyre.”

Mor looses a short burst of laughter at that. Theory confirmed. Az only widens his eyes quizzically, inviting her to explain her reacting.  

Composing herself enough to answer Mor drums her fingers thoughtfully on the top of the stone wall before she tells Az, through a broad grin, “Our esteemed High Lady asked me to meet her here at this time for something very important.” Her smirk broadens, now edged with wicked glee as she jostles Az playfully with her shoulder. “Seems like you’re ‘very important’, Az.”

As she had hoped this teases a faint flush of pink into his tan cheeks and her grin broadens in answer. Then his brow furrows and he clears  his throat and says, with a very good impression of his usual cool, analytical seriousness that’s only given away to her by how his hazel eyes glitter with merriment, “Looks like she thinks we should be spending some more quality time alone together. “

A soft shiver rustles through her as his gaze meets hers. Heat coils low in her stomach but she ignores it, pushing it down hard. Opting for airy amusement instead she says pointedly, “In a very romantic location.” She gestures around them, to the thin veil of mist enveloping them, adding an additional layer of intimacy to the meeting. The Sirda flows beneath them, gilded by the slowly setting sun, burning like liquid gold with diamonds peppering the smooth water, sparkling like stars.

Velaris is beautiful as it draws near to the night it so enjoys and it’s known, comfortable and familiar to both of them. The location is perfect – a little too perfect – and Feyre’s motives aren’t particularly difficult to guess at. Mor hopes Az never tries to recruit her for any further spying or subterfuge; if this is any indication she won’t get on well with it. Still…

She turns back to Az, her voice dropping, a hint of silk brushing through her words, “I’m not going to argue with her.”

Conversely to her hopeful expectations, Az’s frown only deepens into lines of uncertainty. “Do you think we should tell her?” he asks, his fingers trailing, apparently unconsciously, over the hand she has resting on the bridge.

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*normal real life people making out on the street*

me: ew

*OTP accidentally brushes arms against each other*

me: ASDFGHJKLJHGFDSA THEYRE TPUCHING OMFG THIS IS TRUE LOVE!!!! KEEP THATVPHYSICAL CONTACT THAT GHFFJSITUQWR ASDFGHJ KISS NOW QWERTYUIOP MAKE A BABY. ASDFGHJKL; BE TOGETHER AND FOREVER ZXCVBNM,WER I KNOW YOU LIKE EACH OTHER!!!!!IUYGFIEFHGFHJJF NO STOP DENYING YOUR LOVE SDFGHJKLIUYTDFGHJ OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!