oh le do it

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Legolas reports back to his father.

  • England: Bloody hell, where is he? The meeting is going to start in five minutes.
  • Canada: Papa said he was on his way.
  • England: I know, but when will he actually show up.
  • Canada: Hold on... I got this.
  • England: ...what do you mea–
  • Canada: Do you hear the people sing?
  • *heavy stomping*
  • England: Wha–
  • *door slams open*
  • France: sINGING THE SONGS OF ANGRY MEN
  • HDB/MB Vampires: Well well well, look what the church sent us. A pet goldfish to replace the last one. Haha, this year's model has no boobs and her voice is annoying. Let's make her life hell because we have issues and we don't have an xbox. / Oh look, our target. Let's suck her blood until we become Adam because we have to fulfill an obligation.
  • Yui: Um, I guess I'll try to survive the best I can, given the circumstances...
  • DF/LE Vampires: Oh crap. What did I do to deserve this, I never wanted this much responsibility. Fk now I gotta mood Tree? Hold the fk up, now the Vibora want to start a war? TF I ever do to them?? Wait, who tf is Kino?? I can't control my powers, help, what I do? How do I hit pause??
  • Yui: Ok, let's take a deep breath and -
  • DF/LE Vampires: *freaking out*
  • Yui: ...not panic.

LES MIS MODERN AU — broship aesthetics: enjolras & feuilly

morning light and fresh croissants, sharing a newspaper, secondhand book stalls, bright smiles and wide-eyed admiration, secret corners of the city, a light breeze through open windows, earnest compliments, calling out flaws in arguments, putting other people first, conversations that forget to end, running fingers through hair, quiet snoring, the tightest hugs known to man. (requested by @aflamethatneverdies @jordsie @eirenical & anons)

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oh boy oh boy oh boy do u guys want some flower symbolism bc i sure love it

Enjolras:

  • Laurel - ambition, success (hah), renown, victory (HAH)
  • Hyacinth - flower dedicated to Apollo, rashness, sorrow

Grantaire:

  • Daffodil (single) - unrequited love, you’re the only one, the sun is always shining when I’m with you

Jehan:

  • Borage - courage
  • Baby’s breath - innocence, purity of heart
  • Aster - symbol of love, daintiness, trusting
  • Daisy - innocence, loyal love, purity, faith, cheer, simplicity
  • Sunflower - pure and lofty thoughts

Montparnasse:

  • Plum blossom - beauty and longevity
  • Orchid - refined beauty
  • Cypress - death, mourning, despair, sorrow
  • Rose (black) - death, hatred, farewell
  • Asphodel - my regrets follow you to the grave, the flower of death, the haunt of the dead

pilferingapples  asked:

Bossuet and Courfeyrac, a little friendly gossip?:D

The Lounge was rather large for a salon. The mothership’s elite usually liked smaller, more intimate places to discuss and drink, but Courfeyrac supposed this was a salon for the big occasions, or perhaps only for those who quickly felt strangled among tight crowds. He spotted Bossuet immediately, already half laid down sensually on a very long sofa, dressed like a rich heir who played too much to be able to keep buying new suits, and gracefully moved between chatting people to join him. A few ladies were already looking at Bossuet, who grinned charmingly at them all, a clear invitation - but Courfeyrac sat next to him first, and was greeted with a much more honest smile.

“We haven’t seen each other in more than a week,” he signed immediately with large movements. “And I heard - from Grantaire of all people! - that you’ve got a new roommate.”

Courfeyrac had a brief thought for Marius, who kept looking lost at random moments of the day, suddenly stopping what he’d been doing to stare at the emptiness, and then he shrugged. “You know the place he lived before was abominable.” he signed. 

“Yes,” said Bossuet, leaning toward him, speaking out loud as well as moving his fingers. “I also know he was adamant never to move from here until he had the means. And now he’s sleeping with you.”

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Ma mère-grand, que vous avez de grandes dents ! / Grandmother, what big teeth you have got!

Pas de Deux

First of all, sorry for being almost inactive. Work’s being rough lately.

I took @alyssawritesalot​ challenge, and wrote a Zelink Ballet Company AU. Went for  TP Zelink ‘cause they look the part (I blame ‘Crowd Pleaser’ for blessing us with the idea of a dancer Link), and because there’s never enough Midna in our lives. Enjoy.

Music suggestion: Yuri on Ice OST- La Parfum de Fleurs.

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I.Ecarté

‘I swear it Midna, if he gives me that strange stare again I’m going to break in my new pointe shoes on his face’. Zelda chugged from her thermos mug, filled with her Calamity brew, the nickname she gave to the ungodly amount of pure, concentrated​, unsweetened caffeine she drank every morning, as they walked down the street to Zelda’s studio.

‘Have you considered the possibility of him actually not hating you?’, the tall redhead dressed in black sipped her tea, 'you have just been practicing with him for what? Two weeks?’

‘Nope’, her answer was absolute, ‘ever since he arrived, over a month ago, he has had this better-than-y’all attitude. Worst thing, the Director and the Maestro love him. On the bright side, apparently, they considered his opinion when they chose me for the main role’.

'He’s made you lose all your chill, dear’, Midna cackled, 'you are always so serene and composed, so ballerina-like, and now…’

'Hello, Zelda’, a blond man in black rushed past the brunette, her gamine figure freezing at the sight.

'Holy fucking shit’, she gasped, panicking, 'He heard us’.

‘Nope, he was wearing headphones’, she calmed the already stressed ballerina. 'remember to breathe, please, darling’

Zelda sighed in relief before saying goodbye to her friend, and entering the studio to spend the rest of the day rehearsing with him.

These months are going to be SO long, she said to herself as she dropped her bag on the locker room and started changing into her dancing gear. Dammit, Stella, you and your diva attitude, why you had to quit all of a sudden?

The Prima Ballerina of the Hyrule National Ballet had resigned after having “creative disagreements” with the Director - she had actually been offered an outrageous amount of rupees from the Terminian Ballet Company, and being imposed to work with a new, slightly younger dancer - “a talented brat, nonetheless, but still a brat”, in her own words - had been the breaking point.

Zelda had been chosen as the new Prima Ballerina, for two reasons: she was, at age 25, a seasoned dancer, capable of filling the space left, and because the new Prime Danseur approved of her - reasons undisclosed.

When she entered the studio, already filled with the morning light, he had just begun warming up.

'Good morning, Link’, she greeted the blond man with messy hair as she took her place on the barre.

'Good morning, Zelda’, he answered, not even looking at her, fully concentrated on his exercises.

Both remained silently doing the warm-up exercises, until noisy steps broke their focus.

'Hello Princess and Hero!’, the booming voice echoed. 'Ready to save Hyrule from evil?’

'Good morning, Maestro Auru’, both greeted him respectfully, nodding at his question.

'Lets us begin, then’.


II. Tour en l’air

'You’ve been amazing’, Link told her when they were finishing their Saturday morning practice. 'Thank you for bein’ such a good partner and bearing with me’.

They had agreed meeting that day to practice together, to improve on the pas de deux they were to perform in three months.

Zelda could not believe his words - and his subtle southern accent.

'You are welcome, but you are easy to work with’. Zelda might have not liked him because he was distant and barely talked, but the man was a dancing machine. All his movements were always clean and precise, as if dancing was his second nature. He also had this noble air to him - very knight-like.

'I’m so relieved’, he sighed, 'I could honestly swear you hated me at the beginning’.

'It’s not that’, she clarified. I just wanted to punch you with my pointe shoes.

‘I know I ain’t too chatty, and people are mislead by that’, he fidgeted with a towel, 'Most think I’m a smug ass, and I’m really sorry if I gave ya that impression’.

Zelda chuckled, confirming his prior statement.

'Well, at least I hope imma changing yours’.

Ever since that day, they started having lunch together. To her surprise, he was far from being a jerk - he was really shy and socializing was really hard for him.

She realized along the passing days that they had more similarities than differences.

Progressively, and with a little of his partner’s help, he became more talkative and started getting acquainted with the rest of the dancers.

As she saw him practice the choreography - his solo scenes were full of pirouettes and jumps - on a cold morning, Zelda felt something aflutter within her, as if she was walking on air.

She started dancing better than ever.


III. Entrechat

'Link is really nice! And to think you wanted to smash his pretty face before’, Midna cackled, after being introduced to the Danseur earlier. 'He has this adorable southern drawl, he isn’t from here, is he?’

'He’s from Ordon’. The ballerina informed her friend, grabbing the fork to start dining. 'That’s why he has that accent’.

Midna’s eyebrow raised at her friend’s freshly ​delivered information. 'You know what they say about Ordonian guys?’

'No idea’, Zelda drizzled some dressing on her salad, taking a bite.

'Gents on the streets, wolves on the sheets’.

The brunette almost choked on her food. Midna’s heavily eyelined eyes were full of mirth at her reaction.

‘I swear’ - she coughed, then drank a sip of water - 'you are the worst best friend in the world’, she gasped, 'I spend over eight hours a day with the guy, with plenty of body contact involved! We play a couple of lovers, for Goddesses’ sake! -she started blushing- I don’t need these type of thoughts two weeks before the opening night!’

'Okay, don’t get stressed’ the redhead gave up on her teasing, 'your bun will get frizzy’.

Zelda sighed deeply.

'And there's​ nothing wild about him’, she noted, 'he is very sweet, kind, and polite’.

Midna nodded as she chomped on her lasagna.

'You like him’. You wanna ride his d-

'Nope. Link is just a good friend and workmate’.

'You’re in denial’, Midna stated. 'I’m a therapist, I know what I’m talking about, sweetie. I don’t blame you if you like him’ -she shrugged - 'He is a total hunk’.

A notification beep startled Zelda, picking up her mobile phone. Her face suddenly lit up.

‘What is it, Zelda?’, the friend enquired, 'You never check on your phone so fast’.

Zelda shoved the screen to her friend’s face. There was a message.

And in my dreams I see myself on a wolf’s back/ riding along a forest path/ to do battle with a sorcerer Tsar/ In that land where a princess sits under lock and key/ Pinning behind massive walls.

Wanna meet on Sunday for brunch at my place and watch this bad boy on Blu-ray? Y/N - Link

'He is into you too’, she affirmed nonchalantly, 'and what’s with that poem thing?’ Is that how dancers woo each other?

'It’s a verse of a children’s rhyme that inspired Stravinsky to create “The Firebird”!’, Zelda’s eyes almost sparkled, 'Link loves Les Ballets Russes as much as I do!’

‘Oh, I see’, Midna sipped her glass of wine, observing carefully her petite friend’s reaction. Blushed cheeks, the gleam in her eyes, she looked happier: it was obvious that her affections for her dance partner were strong, although still unnamed. And to her surprise, the feelings seemed to be mutual.

I’d better stop teasing her, and let this go with the flow.

'Go say yes quickly, Zelda’, Midna chuckled, 'don’t leave the guy waiting’.

Zelda’s fingers quickly typed an answer, as she smiled widely at the upcoming prospect.

That sunny spring Sunday, Zelda, clad in a fuchsia dress and white sneakers (something nice and simple, because this isn’t a date at all), rang at noon Link’s apartment doorbell on Castletown’s South Avenue. Next to the door there was a very cozy looking diner that caught her eye - Telma’s was the name.

Once the owner welcomed his guest, Zelda was in awe at how luminous and homely the place was: a big, inviting sofa with blankets and pillows, lots of potted plants, books, CD’s and a sound system. Her place was bleak in comparison.

'These Benedict eggs are fantastic’, she savored her meal. 'Mine are always bland. Any secret?’

'The secret is that all you’re eating is from my folks’ farm’, he smiled, 'pure ol’ Ordon goodness’.

Once all plates were empty - not a difficult feat - they watched their beloved ballet, not realizing how close they were to each other already.

'I wish I could dance it someday’, Zelda rested her head on Link’s shoulder, sighing.

'We can practice it now, if we make room’, Link offered, 'I’ve done it before’.

'Let’s do the pas de deux then!’, Zelda chimed, all fired up.

After that day, Zelda and Link had nicknames for each other.


IV. Adagio

‘I couldn't​ have done this without your help, Firebird’, Link, in full costume and make-up, whispered Zelda minutes before their debut. 'I’m so grateful to you’.

'What are you saying? I should be thanking you!’, she held his shaky hands​. 'You are the best partner I could have ever asked for, Prince Ivan’.

He embraced her tight.

'Your words mean the world to me’, he sighed, 'Break a leg, Princess’.

'You too, Hero’.

The following morning, the reviews for The Guardians of The Golden Power were stellar. All shows for the season had almost sold out.

Director Impa and Maestro Auru’s brows raised at one sentence of The Hyrule Times review: “The crescent sexual tension between the main characters is so excellently portrayed by the performers that makes you think they have something going on between them”.

The question that rose over the weeks that followed the premiere was are they, or aren’t they?

Apparently they had not gotten involved, but wouldn’t it be nice?


V. Grand pas de deux

It was the last show. Probably they would dance together again, but it would be a wholly different experience.

As the strings of the orchestra started playing, they danced flawlessly, no longer for the enjoyment of others​, but for themselves.

Their hearts raced as the climax of the ballet unraveled, the scene where the protagonists declared their love to each other before facing their nemesis. The music was slow, almost like a waltz, and subtly sensual, for the scene ended with their bodies entangled, and almost kissing.

Once the curtain fell after bowing to the audience, applause still roaring on the theatre, a feeling of emptiness washed over Zelda.

As the rest of the ensemble went to change clothes and go celebrate, Zelda remained backstage for a moment, alone with Link.

'The final pas de deux was…’, Link sighed, 'Somethin’ outta this world’.

'Yeah’, she interlaced her fingers with his, 'It was almost… as if we were them for a moment’.

She later let his hand go and stood up, heading for her dressing room, silently, still entranced for what happened on-stage.

'I… should go get changed’.

A soft tug at the train of her costume - just like the prince did to the magical bird on the ballet - stopped her in her tracks. Her head turned.

'Firebird… I…’ - his gaze was fixed on hers.

She recognized the expression on his intensely blue eyes; Zelda dragged him by the collar of his shirt, placing​ a kiss on his slightly parted lips.

'Your house or mine’, she whispered, visibly red despite her makeup, 'after the party, I mean’.

‘You mean after we take a pic with the big shots, and hail a cab before I drag ya to defile my dressing room?’, he hummed against her neck.

‘Sounds like a plan’.


VI. Coda

Zelda awoke to a notification beep from her phone.

Heeey gurl! How was the final show? I hope you celebrated properly - with plenty of booze. xoxo M

Midna.

She would probably be popping bottles of champagne if she knew last night’s outcome, which involved: several orgasms, no clothes whatsoever, general soreness, lack of sleep, a hickey on her inner thigh, and most importantly, a very asleep - and only covered by a blanket - male dancer.

Middie, the final show was great. I didn’t party a lot though. On a completely unrelated note, I must tell you I’m really sorry for not believing that saying about Ordon men. xoxo Z

Zelda hit sent and forgot about her phone, as fingers caressed her back, inviting her to return to her partner’s arms.

onthighsbelongtotaemin  asked:

shackles, ontae or ontaekey. :)

That was so quick ty you so much!! <3 I hope you like it.

[For this prompt thingy!]


Jinki often wondered how something that felt so right could feel so so heavy.

The weight of it settled in his stomach and in the tips of his fingers, racing up and down and through and through until it was all he could think about. The weight of it all.

Staring at Taemin, who was at the same time so light and so bright, whose smile carried a thousand meanings just for him, for them. That smile, that tenderness, made Jinki’s veins pulse, made his heart ache. And the ache felt so so good.

Looking at Kibum, who was so proud and so vulnerable, who, in those rare moments of heat and passion and excitement, dove in with his whole heart, his whole soul, and made Jinki want want want. Want to pour everything he received back into him until he knew that he was loved loved loved.

Jinki felt heavy with the weight of their perfection.

He didn’t know how to tell them. How to turn each kiss into a promise, how to tell them that his heart ached but it ached so good and he wanted to drown in the weight of it. How he wanted to put shackles on his heart and throw away the key because that was how much he craved it. How much he needed it. Needed them.

Their love was like a blanket, curling around him, on top of him, weighing him down and making him feel so warm; making him feel so so good.

People often said that the weight of the world rested on their shoulders, a burden they hoped to discard. Jinki felt that the weight of his world was the best thing in his life, that the only thing tethering him to the here, to the now, was that weight and it felt so so right.

  • grantaire: [can't find enjolras]
  • grantaire: [yells] GRANTAIRE IS A USELESS FUCK
  • enjolras: [appears] what the FUCK DID YOU JUST-
  • courfeyrac: [jumps through nearest open window] WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK-
  • eponine: [spy rolls into the room] I KNOW YOU DID NOT JUST-
  • grantaire: wait, what-
  • jehan: [fucking apparates] R IS A BEAUTIFUL SOUL-
  • combeferre: [power walks over] NOW SEE HERE-
  • bahorel: [kool-aids through the wall] WHO DO I NEED TO KNOCK OUT-
  • grantaire: oh god

Ayagsjfgjdgdg to everyone who sent love and hugs last night thank you guys so so much it was greatly appreciated ;W;

It went ok, all things considered. Only a handful of awkward moments and just one patronizing comment towards my brother (PLUS I ended up with half of a free loaf of bread so I guess it wasn’t a total loss?) Mother was happy I went so that’s what counts :v