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FAIRY TAIL SPOILERS             (CH.532 AND 533)      *READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*

OMG SOME SPOILERS ARE OUT AND YOU ALL ARE GONNA LOVE THEM.I KNOW I DID.

THE MAGAZINE COVER:

-THESE KIDS ARE SO PRECIOUS AND BEAUTIFUL GOD BLESS

THE COLORED PAGES(SHIPPITY AS HECK):

*shipper heart explodes*

NOT TO FORGET THE NSFW-ISH ZERVIS:(KIDS CLOSE YOUR FRIKKIN EYES)

OTHER PAGES:

WHAT

THE 

FUCK

IS

HAPPENING????????????????????????????

OMG SO FRIKKIN HYPED .SO MANY SHIPS.

Some weird Zeref and Mavis action.

My smol child natsu is getting rekt #protectnatsu2k17

JELLAL.

THE NEXT CHAPTER:”OATH OF THE GATE”

(PS-DO YOU ALL THINK THAT ‘GATE’REFERS TO THE GATE TO THE CELESTIAL SPIRIT WORLD?IN WHICH CASE,SOME LUCY ACTION?HYPED AF)

Also translation of spoilers:

1st page:

  • Jellal:I’ll buy us some time.
  • Erza:Jellal…
  • At the guild-Natsu:STOP IT!

2nd page:

  • Mavis:Wait,there is a way to end the eternal path!(side note:why does eternal path remind of the reason behind fairy tail guild’s name?”an eternal journey”?)
  • Zeref:I have a way to end it as well.
  • Zeref:And that is with NEO ECLIPSE!!
  • Mavis:AHHHHHHH!

3rd page:

  • Zeref:This world will turn into emptiness.

4th page:

  • zeref:An unlimited amount of magic power.The power of the god that surpasses even time!!

5th page:

  • Zeref:Fare thy well…Natsu.

CREDITS FOR ALL THE SPOILERS:REDDIT

ALSO,GOD BLESS MASHIMA-SAN FOR ALL HIS HARD WORK,EFFORTS AND FAIRY TAIL#PROTECTMASHIMA2K17

EDIT: 533- ZEREF THE WHITE WIZARD

COVER:

Allow me to get dissolved in a gooey puddle of feels///

Got your back

Oh, you know… just cute fanart of besties~
(all I want is for everyone to be happy  ; ^;)

they’re not wearing their armor because they’re each others armor ;3 also I’m just too lazy to draw it in… yeah, let’s go with that one.

Please do not use (without permission…), or re-post!

–KiM

I know I give Murphy a lot of shit (and I will keep so, because obvs reasons) but damn that scene in 316 when Emori stutters a crushed and broken “John?” and he flies across the room like jet rocket and sweeps her into his arms and hugs her desperately—

it’s okay my little serial killing road bandit

she’s okay

(you’re okay)

Ship hate=NO

You wanna know what I do when I see a ship I don’t like on tumblr? I softly whisper no at it and move on. I don’t post ship hate and make someone feel bad.

  • [at practice]
  • Hyuga: So, the next practice will be-
  • Hyuga: Oh...ah-
  • Kuroko: Captain?
  • Hyuga: Gotta...ah...AH-CHOOOOOOO!
  • Hyuga: [glasses fly off]
  • Izuki: [dives and catches them before they drop]
  • Izuki: You know Hyuga, I fell for you. You should be more aware of what I do for you.
  • Hyuga: ...Thanks.
  • Koganei: Was that not a confession??

I’m very romantic about the idea that Clarke and Bellamy have essentially been reforged on earth as two people who share the same burdens and responsibilities, the same pain and same regrets and same hope.

One could say remade or reborn but I like reforged, because they were unique people on the Ark already, with their own tragedies already shaping them. They each begin the show with drama affecting their mindset. But landing together on Earth, joining their talent and strength… it reforged them. Adapt or die. Both of them were constantly tempered and shaped and altered by new drama since landing, in ways that often seem like only the other person can truly witness and understand. Bellamy and Clarke are larger than life characters, both starting out as prisoners and victims, then both reforged on Earth into stronger, braver versions of themselves.

After all, what things are forged?

Shields to protect.

Weapons to harm.

Tools to build.

Inner character to grow.

In many ways this applies to the entirety of the delinquents and the Sky People, but Clarke and Bellamy in particular went through it together. The same goals, the same hopes, the same regrets. Circumstances have made them into tragic heroes, and the connection they share is as deep as romance, as deep as friendship, as deep as family. In time it may become all of those things at once, but in 316 we have Clarke and Bellamy as they are now:

Trust and consent. Belief and care. A hand reaching out for a hand…and finding it, holding it, squeezing it tight.

the-floofinator  asked:

HELLO~ I remember you saying that you wanted to write a little Yooseven so how about "do you remember when you used to think when you were straight"? (lolol) Thank you Jo-Jooo ♡

Omg yaasss!! I’ve wanted to write Yooseven for a while omg, da new precious shippity ship shipz

thank you for sending in this very fitting prompt hohohoooooo
I should be doing homework but I’m braindead bye

❤ ~ Realistic cuddle scenarios ~❤ 


Well, this was new. It had started out as an innocent gaming night at Yoosung’s in which both Seven and him would play some Mario Party, watch a movie if they weren’t too tired already and then go to sleep. 

Maybe Yoosung should’ve expected things to go differently since it was Seven who he was going to hang out with. Even though they’d done this plenty of times before, hell, maybe it pretty much become a weekly thing for them because Seven already had a few spare boxers over at his place and apparently a hidden stash of Buddha chips that Yoosung had yet to find. 

Still, their game nights usually had a standard cycle in which Seven would arrive at least an hour late, poke him everywhere until Yoosung would screech out for him to stop, lounge on his bed before Yoosung would drag him away, and then they’d game until one of them would fall asleep. 

It didn’t matter that they were boyfriends, or anything. Nope. Their relationship hadn’t changed at all. Except for the occasional kiss, which would make Yoosung curl up and die.  

Anyway, instead of letting himself get pulled off the bed as usual, Seven had given a harsh tug and Yoosung ended up landing on top of him with a rather loud yelp. 

“What’re you— Seven!”

Shhhh.” 

Sure, they had hugged a few times, “manly hugs,” as Seven liked to call them, but this was hugging on a whole new level. This was cuddling. 

Seven had re-positioned both of them so they were lying on their sides, facing each other but his hand was on Yoosung’s side, his thumb gently massaging his waist. It was probably one of the most intimate moments they had ever experienced together and Yoosung was trying really hard not to melt under Seven’s soft gaze. 

The hand on his waist felt really warm, even through his shirt, and Yoosung kind of wanted it to stay there forever. 

Their foreheads were almost pressed together and Yoosung closed his eyes to enjoy this moment to the fullest. 

“Do you remember when you used to think you were straight?” 

Never mind. 

Yoosung opened his eyes and stared up at his cheeky               boyfriend, very offended. “Seven, not now.” 

“Sorry, but we’re being very gay right now and it just made me think of you constantly complaining that you’d never had a girlfriend before and look where we are!” 

That bastard was so enjoying this because he was wearing the biggest smirk and his eyes sparkled mischievously behind his striped glasses and Yoosung was so done

A poke war ensued but Yoosung was easily overpowered by Seven grabbing both of his wrists and tutting down at him. “You shouldn’t treat your boyfriend like that. I’m hurt, Yoosungie.”

“You literally always poke me!” 

“Yes, but I have special permission.”

“What.” 

“Just like I have special permission to do…” Seven looked down at Yoosung’s exposed stomach due to their wriggling and shifting and oh shit. “this.

Seven let go of him in an instant and practically glued his hands to Yoosung’s tummy, scratching and scribbling and Yoosung arched his back in response. 

A bark of laughter filled the air, followed by more breathy heaps of laughter and yips as Seven tickled him mercilessly. Yoosung slapped at his hands, rolled around, kicked his legs, curled up, but nothing helped because Seven’s hands were too experienced. Right because sometimes this was part of the cycle and Yoosung hated it. 

It was only a matter of seconds before Yoosung was completely stuck between his own sheets and Seven’s body, his torso under attack of those menacing fingers. 

“Get-off!” Yoosung shrieked out in vain, throwing his head back because he was laughing so hard but Seven completely ignored him and used this opportunity to blow a raspberry on his now bare neck. 

“It’s totally effective,” his boyfriend said in this dumb low voice and did it a few more times until Yoosung almost headbutted him in the process. “I guess I’ll be safer if I go for your knees.” 

As if struck by lightening, Yoosung jolted upwards and scrambled towards the edge of the bed. “No, no, no, no!” 

“Too easy.”

Of course Seven was having none of that and grabbed one of his ankles, lazily dragging him back until he could sit on his legs. Yoosung started pounding his fists on Seven’s back when he felt the first few squeezes on his kneecaps because if they went to that spot—

Seveeeeheeeeeen! No, pffff— Ah! Let me go!”

“Poor little Yoosung is too ticklish for his own good,” Seven sang loudly to overpower his boyfriend’s whiny laughter as he scribbled his fingers all over the backs of his knees and thighs. “Also, your laugh is way too cute and I need to hear it at least twenty times a day, so would you be so kind to remind me to tickle you all the time?”

A squeal was all he got in response. “I totally agree. Mario Party can wait because tickling you is way more fun.”

It was going to be a long night.