so many feelings about them

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anonymous asked:

i don't know if you do this kind of thing,,but do you have any klance headcanons? i desperately need more klance in my life

this is it. this is my moment. well, my dude, you have come to the right place. get ready bc this is going to get very very very klance-y

  • keith, being the touch-starved emo alien cat that he is, has these moments where he just,,wraps his arms around an unsuspecting victim and just lays there. sometimes for hours. (read:lance is usually said unsuspecting victim)
  • “you do realize there’s a drill going on right now, right?” “shut up and hold me.”
  • during training, they try so hard to one-up each-other that they end up passing out from exhaustion
  • “keith, keith, keith, show them the thing!” “blep.” “oh my gOD-”
  • maybe blep will be our always
  • lance is always walking around the castle shirtless in the morning, the reason being keith is always taking damn shirts and never giving them back
  • “lance, where are your clothes?” “idk ask keith.”
  • regardless of height, lance is always the little spoon. always. forever. don’t question it.
  • the castle went under maintenance once, and keith was forced to share a room with lance. needless to say, even after his room was finished, keith never left
  • lance gives off a lot of body heat, which makes him the perfect person to cuddle with, especially for keith, whose about as warm as a box of penguins (aka cold af someone gives this boy a jacket or smth)
  • also, since lance is always so goddamn warm, he and keith don’t even need blankets when they sleep together
  • did i mention keith was a closet meme
  • *lance is about to do something reckless with his lion* “hoe don’t do it-” *lance does it* “oh my god.”
  • “this is, as you Earth people say, lit?” “say lit one more time.”
  • lance loves his meme bf
  • keith knows that lance is Disgusted by his texan accent, so he makes it a point to slip into it just to annoy the hell out him
  • “hey y’all, what do-” “nonono keith ily but shUT YOUR QUIZNAK.”
  • pineapple on pizza discourse
  • “lance i swear to god if you eat that i will never kiss you again”
  • lance does it anyways
  • the Bonding Moment is an inside joke of theirs
  • “Hey Keith?” “Lance it’s like 2 in the morning what do you want?” “Do you think Vrepit Sa stands for Dicks Out for Zarkon?”
  • pillow talk pillow talk pillow talk
  • their relationship is just disgusting
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You all asked for me to share my headcanons so here I am to deliver!! Sorry they’re super long and they’re also in no order whatsoever but here’s my take on otayuri and their friendship/relationship!

There are definitely a lot more like specific headcanons I have for them but I thought I would post what I have so far and the more world-building ones 😅

I’m actually thinking of maybe doing headcanons on this account too like you would request a prompt and I would write all my headcanons so let me know what you think!!

( @islysmiley i blame you for inspiring me to do this with our constant conversations about headcanons 😂)

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Kolvina + Driving

For @phichuuriweek Day 1: Firsts! The first time Phichit cried on Yuuri’s shoulder, basically. Even sunshine is sometimes shadowed by clouds. :”( Yuuri is not sure what to do with a crying Phichit so hesitant hug it is.

At first I was thinking of doing a first kiss or a silly sleepover but I draw toooooo slowly and I was already working on this anyway and it fits??

(Why is Phichit crying? I think something happened with his family back home and he could do nothing about it and everything just frustrated him and by this point he was comfortable enough with Yuuri so–)

kirishima is totally that kind of bf who would kiss ur whole face and play with ur hair and bakugou it’s embarrassed just by holding hands on public so the moment they start dating katsuki is a Mess™ and eijirou thinks is the cutest thing ever

oh my god. just… the ONLY time we see todd and ken interact the entire series, these two characters that have so perfectly fucking mirrored each other at so many different points, and it’s when they both share this look and little shrug like ‘welp guess i should go look after my weird holistic buddy’ and that’s that and it’s like this pure moment of understanding. perf

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Is this a potentially challenging time to mount a show that has an earnest, straightforward story and that isn’t, perhaps, a cornerstone of musical-theater history? 

Benanti: We’re not “Hamilton.” But there wouldn’t be a “Hamilton” if there weren’t a “She Loves Me” or “Gypsy” or “The King and I.”
Krakowski: I did see Scott’s original revival. It feels, as it does now, like this beautiful jewel box. For a musical that isn’t as well known, it’s quite a perfect little piece.

anonymous asked:

Can you beliave that Isak and Even didn't get out of bed before half past 12 and were just lying next to each other too cosy to get up and just breath lazily and Even got on his elbows and all at once started kissing Isak's face with like hundert of kissies and Isak held his neck and laugh bc "Even what are you doing?Stop it." And Even kissed corner of his lips and looked in his eyes"You stop being so cute then I might stop" And Isak rolled his eyes bc Even you are such a sap and reached tokiss

OH GOD ANON. YES THIS TOTALLY HAPPENED.

even always showers isak with compliments bc he loves him so much and isak pretends to hate it but you know him, he’s melting inside

like just this morning they were awake, but like you said they obviously didn’t want to get up (they have been unpacking boxes for 4 days okay, give them a break) so they’re just laying in bed, on their sides, facing each other. they’re talking about their first impressions of each other because isak loves to hear about even noticing first (which is still. unbelievable to him) and even loves how it makes isak blush, so he asks “what did you think when you first saw me?”

“i don’t know. probably that you were hot or something” isak smiles and it feels so good to be able to compliment even so openly, because he deserves it and isak may be bad at many things but he will be good at making even happy if it’s the last thing he does. also he is hot, so. “what about you? what was your first thought when you saw me?”

even pretends to think about it for a while, scratching his chin and everything, just to see isak roll his eyes and giggle at him. finally, he looks back at isak “i thought you were the most beautiful person that i had ever seen”

and isak (through a very impressive blush) huffs and makes an annoyed noise “do you have to be such a sap all the time?” he tries to keep up the annoyed front but even’s smile is brighter than the sun and it is so fucking contagious

“you love it!” even starts peppering kisses all over isak’s face, on his neck and that tickles okay, that’s the only reason isak is giggling like an idiot right now

“i don’t, i hate it” that statement holds absolutely no weight when paired with the goofy lovey smile isak is sure he has on his face right now, but he honestly could not care less

to be fair, the look of even’s face is at least as ridiculous, but, isak has no doubt, a million times more beautiful. he doesn’t have a lot of time to admire it before even is leaning down and kissing his lips. it’s short and sweet and soft and god, isak is so fucking in love

when they part even whispers “i love you” really quietly, isak is still in awe of how soft even always is with him and he feels like such a doofus because he really cannot help the huge smile that’s taking over his face right now (if he tried, that is, which he isn’t), he can’t manage more than a whispered “i love you” back

he doesn’t really mind being a doofus for even, he thinks. in fact, he’s pretty sure there is no part of him he wouldn’t show even.

and I promise if I take you home, I'll sing you a song; never leave me alone

Read this on AO3!

For @amalasdraws, inspired by her Hip Hop AU!! Ahh you are great, thank you for all the AU FEELS, the screaming, everything!!! You are great, I love you and your AU!


Oikawa can’t help the smile that lights his face when he gets to talk in interviews with Iwaizumi.

It’s not just that they’re together now, in a relationship.

Okay, so, yeah. That part is pretty fucking fantastic. They’ve come so far from where they’ve started, overcome so much shit that Oikawa doesn’t even want to think about anymore. It really doesn’t even matter that they’re not out to the world because they’re together.

But… it’s still so much more than that.

It’s the fact that they’re a team, here. The music that they make together is so much better, so much more inspired than anything they have ever come up with alone.

Oikawa’s never worked so closely with the same lyricist for so long. Usually it’s a couple of songs, or he works out a few beats for someone else and isn’t really involved in the rest of the process. It’s… hard, really, to share so much with someone else, because music is his life.

It’s not just a job; it’s a passion. A dream.

It’s huge to have it be so intricately intertwined with someone else’s work, but honestly? Now that he’s here?

Oikawa can hardly imagine things working out any other way.

On their own, they were good; but together, they’re great. He’s so proud.

Oikawa looks over at Iwaizumi on the other end of the couch, biting his lip to try and keep himself from smiling too wide. He listens to Iwaizumi speak, answering the interviewer’s question with ease, arms moving around as he talks. It’s what always happens whenever gets really excited about what he’s talking about. He talks with his hands, and Oikawa couldn’t be more pleased with the fact that he knows Iwaizumi well enough to recognize this.

“Well, Oikawa? What do you think?”

Hearing the interviewer calling his name, Oikawa turns his attention back to him and hopes he wasn’t staring too hard.

“Uh, can you repeat the question?” He asks, grinning a little. Iwaizumi just laughs and shakes his head, adjusting his hat. He must have realized Oikawa was staring at him, but his smile tells him he’s been doing the same thing.

“Do you think you’ll keep working together for a while?” The interviewer asks again, leaning forward in his seat, awaiting his answer.

Oikawa just grins.

“I’ll keep making his beats as long as he’s still spittin’,” he replies, shooting Iwaizumi a look before looking back at the interviewer. “And I don’t see that changing anytime soon.”

Iwaizumi hides his smile behind his hand.

The interviewer laughs, clearly pleased by the conversation; they wrap things up, saying their goodbyes and making their way out of the studio. Oikawa’s tired and wants nothing more than to curl up back at home on the couch, but he has to wait.

Iwaizumi must know, or at least he wants the same thing, because he doesn’t seem surprised when Oikawa joins him on his way back to his apartment.

Okay, he must want the same thing. Oikawa keeps looking up to steal looks at Iwaizumi only to find that he’s looking back.

So cute.

Thankfully the trip back isn’t long and as soon as the door slams closed, Oikawa’s kicking off his shoes, tossing down his bag, ready to flop.

Iwaizumi laughs, watching him fumble with his shoes. He tries to step out of his right shoe but it refuses come off properly. He resorts to shaking his foot, groaning when his shoe flies across the hall and slams into the wall. Oikawa fidgets like he wants to go and grab it but ends up just shrugging it off, waving his hand dismissively.

“Tired?” Iwaizumi asks, stepping close enough to rest a hand on the back of his neck. The soft hairs at the base of Oikawa’s neck tickle his fingers and Oikawa sighs into the touch.

“Mhm,” Oikawa hums, letting his eyes flutter closed, “Well, didn’t get to sleep much last night.. By the time I got home, it was pretty late… and besides…” he sighs when Iwaizumi dips his hands under the neck of his sweatshirt, cold fingers pressing against his bare skin. “It’s harder to get to sleep when I’m by myself.”

“Were you lonely?” Iwaizumi grins, but it’s lacking his usual attitude, coming out soft. Sweet. Oikawa smiles, turning to press their lips together for a single chaste kiss.

He tastes warm and sweet, like those candies he was eating on their drive home, like the warmth of the cuddles they share at three in the morning after a long day of recording, when they get silly and snuggly and Oikawa doesn’t even want to get up for food-

Okay, that last part is definitely Iwaizumi projecting, but whatever. He still licks his lips when Oikawa pulls back, cheeks flushed, smile burning wide.

Iwaizumi immediately wants more of it.

“Yes,” he admits. “Your bed’s comfier. Or… maybe it’s just that you’re there. I dunno.”

Iwaizumi chuckles, but allows it when Oikawa presses their palms against one another, fingers lacing together. He tugs, and Iwaizumi lets Oikawa pull him down the hallway, heading straight for the living room. He knows where they’re going, but he still lets Oikawa take him there. It’s much more fun to have Oikawa leading the way, whining when Iwaizumi slows down, making his strides shorter, purposefully drawing out the walk. He laughs, but succeeds; Oikawa reaches for his other hand, pulling him along by both hands until he trips backwards over his feet and they land on the couch in a heap, laughing and snorting.

Iwa-chan,” Oikawa whines, trapped underneath him. Iwaizumi’s landed pretty much on his lap, straddling his waist, and Oikawa pouts at the restricted movement.

“Yes, babe?” Iwaizumi grins down at him, brushing some hair off his forehead, thumbs lingering on his warm skin. Oikawa looks up, a little surprised, still in their public mode - hasn’t moved over to how they can act in private, the pet name making him blush, goofy grin lighting up his face.

Iwaizumi sighs. He’s too damn cute for his own good.

“I can’t kiss you properly like this,” Oikawa says, proving his point by trying to arch up against Iwaizumi and failing. He pouts pathetically, too tired to really put any effort into trying to push Iwaizumi off of him, settling for resting his hands on Iwaizumi’s hips. He digs his thumbs under the fabric of Iwaizumi’s jeans, rubbing circles on his bare skin. It’s nice, light, relaxing; teasing, almost, but really just affectionate. It sends little sparks of warmth up his back.

It really hits home now, how important this is to him. How good it feels… How right.

With a hum, Iwaizumi moves to shift off Oikawa. “Okay, fine.”

Oikawa laughs happily when Iwaizumi flops down next to him on the couch, wasting no time in curling up to his side, hands working off all those clothes that he’s still wearing for reasons unknown - but not for too much longer. Oikawa makes quick work of that. He unzips Iwaizumi’s hoodie, moving it off his shoulders, tossing it down to the floor. His shirt is next, soft fabric sliding over his head before it too is tossed away. Iwaizumi just watches with an amused grin, letting Oikawa move him as he pleases. He unbuttons Iwaizumi’s jeans, too, guiding them off his hips and down to the heap of clothes on the floor, looking quite satisfied now that there are markedly less layers between them.

He loves it when Oikawa is like this. So focused on what he wants, knowing exactly what they both need. He works his way out of his own hoodie, lifting it over his head, grumbling when he gets suck and flails around a little bit before Iwaizumi helps him out of it. He guides it up and off his frame, offering Oikawa a smile once he’s free. Oikawa smiles back, all warm and sweet and Iwaizumi just loves that smile.

A whole hell of a lot.

Oikawa’s too busy watching Iwaizumi, gaze shifting from his face to his strong, broad chest, so Iwaizumi helps him along a little. Unfastens his pants, helps slide them off. Reaching behind the couch for a blanket that he knows Oikawa is going to need.

As soon as he turns back, Oikawa drops back to his side. He hooks his legs over Iwaizumi’s, sliding a hand behind his back, worming his way in close. Iwaizumi chuckles, not moving until he’s sure Oikawa is comfortable.

“Good?” He asks, before draping the blanket over the both of them. Oikawa hums in approval, so Iwaizumi slides his arm around Oikawa’s shoulder, burying his fingers in his soft brown hair.

Oikawa’s quiet, for a moment. He rests his head on Iwaizumi’s chest, eyes fluttering closed, until-

“Hey.”

Iwaizumi moves his hands in Oikawa’s hair, fingers curling in the soft hairs at the base of his neck.. “Hey.”

Oikawa sighs happily at the touch. “You know what?” His voice is light, airy.

Iwaizumi can’t help but smile. “What?”

“You were so great in the interview today…” Oikawa presses a tiny kiss to his neck. “I love listening to you talk about your music-”

“-Our music,” Iwaizumi interjects, which makes Oikawa get all silly and cuddle in closer.

“Yeah. Our music.” He grins, almost in disbelief. “I feel so lucky… you know? You were amazing… you’re so passionate… you always bring your best to the table…”

Iwaizumi squeezes him a little tighter. “So do you,” he says, kissing the top of Oikawa’s head, feeling the shiver that trails down Oikawa’s spine. “You gave so many amazing answers. You’re so good at what you do… and you love it so much… I could feel all of that in everything that you said.”

Oikawa tucks himself in closer, burying his face against Iwaizumi’s neck, mumbling something quietly that Iwaizumi can’t make out.

“I can’t hear you,” he says, nudging Oikawa with his nose to get him to look at him properly. “Getting shy all of a sudden?”

Oikawa chuckles, moving enough so that he can talk, but Iwaizumi still can’t see him. He can imagine how his cheeks are flushed, just like always do when he gets real honest. “I’m just…” Oikawa starts, hesitating a little, which isn’t quite his style, so Iwaizumi doesn’t press. He lets him go at his own pace. “I’m just really happy. I wanted… for so long… and was never sure if-”

“Me, too,” Iwaizumi interrupts, “I know. All that - that’s in the past now, though, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

Oikawa nods, voice wavering, “Okay.” He turns back against Iwaizumi, and his skin is so warm to touch. The skin on skin contact feels so much better, and like this, Iwaizumi can hear Oikawa’s heartbeat.

Slow and steady; rhythmic.

A beat that he will never get tired of hearing.

anonymous asked:

In which Steve is awed by the Strike Team Delta.

He’d had time to pour over the briefing from S.H.I.E.L.D. and only enough time to try and process in the quinjet on the way to what Coulson was calling a Helicarrier.  

He felt both awe and reticence when he watched the files on Stark. He was intelligent and reckless and made Steve think a little of himself and, much like he felt in his own skin, he wondered how much of Stark was a costume.

He felt guilt watching Banner.  Of all the advances made in the twenty-first century and still Erskine had been so beyond his time that no one had yet caught up to him.  The fascination with the serum – with what Steve represented – had led Banner to a prison made out of his own skin.  (He would wonder, later, how far off the trial serum had been in Banner’s case, I’m always angry, echoing in his head).

He felt dumbstruck at the possibility of Thor’s existence.  For all that he had seen in the life he’d had Before, he never thought – he’d seen the vast expanse of the cosmos, before Schmidt had disappeared into it, but he hadn’t thought that there’d be something else –someone else – out there.  It made him wonder if Schmidt was still out there, too.

He’d watched and re-watched the footage of Strike Team Delta – Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton.  He was.  He was awed, and looked forward to meeting them most of all.  As far as the information from S.H.I.E.L.D. had noted, they had no enhancements.  They had pasts, sure, but they had no serum or otherworldly abilities or suits worth millions.  

They were human, made of blood and sweat and hours upon hours of practice and (to read their files) abuse and perseverance and they were as skilled and fearsome a team as any of the others recommended on Fury’s list.  

Steve thought of his time Before, he and Bucky, back alleys and bloody lips and scraped knuckles and how hard it was to survive and here were two people so dedicated, so skilled they may as well have been a two-person Commando unit.  Were, as far as Steve was concerned.  He was anxious to meet them.

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Let Riko be King. Most coveted, most protected. He’ll sacrifice every piece he has to protect his throne. Whatever. Me? I’m gonna be the deadliest piece on the board.