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Revised edition

Quick report on Kubo and Yamamoto’s attendance to Concomics Guadalajara. I was in line for 9 hours plus two more for their short Q&A and am objectively dying, sorry for typos 

ETA: When I wrote this it didn’t occur to me that it would get hundreds of reblogs before I ever got to fix it, now my half-deceased incompetent typing will live on forever *sobs*

  • I arrived at 6:30 am and there were already people in line jeeesus (lots were coming to see a youtuber though)
  • Gonna spare you the deets on the awful people in my surroundings thank @yuurinikiforov cos I screamed at her for hours

ETA: I just realized this sounds like it was Ally making me scream but in fact i tumblr-screamed at her to prevent from unleashing my frustrations on the gross fujos that surrounded me. Thank Ally because she got to read all that nervous-wreck garbage and y’all get to be spared

  • I had a two-day ticket so I was allowed in half an hour earlier and if not for that, I probably would’ve missed on the autograph line. They had space for 50 people (plus 200ish that had bought the express pass which was super expensive). I was #45. It took less than three minutes since getting inside for all 50 spots to be taken

(this was the line after three minutes. I was too lazy to take pics of it later, but it got to be around 5 times this at some point.)

ETA: According to Con staff, since the lines were very well organized, they actually got to sign quite a bit more people than the originally allotted 50. The Queens are so kind. 

  • No photos, video or sound recording of The Queens allowed, except for this one taken by Con staff. They were giving away those postcards for the filthy casuals people who didn’t bring any official merch for the sign

i’m mostly kidding about the filthy casual thing bc I hate fandom elitism but there were a lot of people bringing FANART PRINTS and I wanted to gut them

  • Kubo would quick sketch a character of your choice. I chose Victor bc I love how she draws his huge heart mouth
  • I was able to tell Sayokan how grateful I am from the bottom of my heart and that I’m looking forward to the movie and she said thank you and that they’re workinng hard. I died. ETA: I wanted to say so much more but I was so nervous my Japanese came out really garbled and we didn’t have much time. And I didn’t get to say anything to Kubo because I didn’t want to distract her from drawing ;—;
  • Sayokan has a beautiful smile and I love her

ETA: She also had an aura like Meryl Streep in Devil Wears Prada, twenty years younger: A STRONG woman who takes no prisoners and is fabulous af. I love her with all my soul.

After the autographs, The Queens had a short stage appearance

  • There was a cosplay contest and the winners would get to sit in the front row for The Queens’ presentation. I didn’t take any pics but the standout for me apart from a flood of gorgeous girls doing Eros Yuuri, was a pair of girls doing Lilia and Yakov. The announcer clearly didn’t watch the show and botched Lilia’s last name, but the cosplayer had the attitude 100% on point.
  • Something I hate is people who say Yurio stressing the u, it sounds so wrong and a lot of people today were doing it and driving me mad
  • The stage was packed af
  • Kubo drew quick sketch of Victor while she and Sayo answered a couple of questions. They will post the video later today

ETA: Here’s the video

  • Audience Questions logistics wasn’t very well prepared and even Kubo asked how it was gonna work. I was embarrassed for the lack of planning. In the end those that were lucky to be close to the stage got to ask the questions. Lia was praying for no stupid questions pls.

Q&A (translation partially mine partially from the interpreter)

1. What were your expectations about Mexico and have those expectations changed now

Kubo: I haven’t gone sightseeing yet but it’s my first time in Mexico and I didn’t expect so many people. [The people/audience] feels four or five times warmer than japan (make of that what you may, Japanese people say that about us a lot) Sayokan didn’t answer

2. Dumb question that has already been answerred in interviews about whether Yurio was planned to win from the start. As we know, yes, pretty sure both of them have said it before.

Sayokan added that his character development wasn’t completely planned though, and he evolved a lot during writing.

3. Which word do you think of when you thibk of Yuuri and Victor 

Sayokan: Love (愛) 

Kubo: She didn’t talk to the mic and people were still screaming about 愛  so Ididn’t hear what she said but the interpreter said she said Friendship. My queens get your story sraight pls

HUGELY IMPORTANT ETA: Other people that were there have confirmed that Kubo gave a long answer that included 断ち切れない絆 “an unbreakable bond” and didn’t say anything about friendship. There was a telephone game going on because there was a JP-ENG interpreter and then an ENG-SPA interpreter and I don’t know how or why the latter got “friendship” but please take this into account, I don’t want people to hate on Kubo because I wasn’t close enough to hear her answer and the Spanish interpreter botched it.

Not important ETA: A girl close to me was yelling “Victuri” like she hoped they’d answer that and I was facepalming hard

Kubo also asked (in Japanese) if anyone understood Japanese, it wasn’t translated and a good dozen of hands shot up. She was surprised. Some folks screamed abd she said 落ち着け. One or two continued screaming so obviously they didn’t understand Japanese lol

4. Stupid question about whether they plan to develop Otabek and Yurio’s relationship. 

Sayokan said they hadn’t fully decided on how everything’s gonna end in the movie so can’t say yet but look forward to the bonus on V6 (the interpreter said V3 and I wanted to gut him). Hoes I like Otayuri but stop trying to shove it on The queens’ faces pls

5. Do you have plans for a special chapter about the Lady skaters? 

Sayokan said it’s definitely something they’d love to do but right now their focus is on the boys abnd finishing their story. Best answer for me tbh besides Sayokan’s 愛 cos I wanna see Mila skate soooo bad.

ETA: Forgot to mention this but a lot of people were chanting “Boda! Boda!” (wedding). Kubo asked what it was that people were chanting and the interpreter told them. Someoene else is reporting that Sayokan chuckled. There were two tall dudes in front of me so my vision was very obstructed and can’t confirm, but neither said anything out loud in response to it

  • Sayokan threw some gifts at the audience but My Queen is no pitcher and I was too far back so didn’t get anything *sobs*. Some were prints or maybe postcards but no idea of what exactly.

And that’s it! Theyll be signing more autographs and have another stage appearancw tomorrow but I can’t stay so someone else will have to report it whilst I die.

TL;DR I love them and my calebdar looks even more beautiful and I never thought that was possible and I’ll cry about this day for the rest of my life.

PS I’ll fix those typos when I’m not utterly destroyed
PPs: I have no shame so I wanna plug my cute Victuri Tangled AU it’s really cute and it doesnt have typos promise, please read it

Painted Hearts (1)

part one; part two; part three;

You watched Yuri in the mirror nervously nibbling on her bottom lip while you wrapped her luscious chocolatey locks around a hot wand to form soft perfect curls. All morning she had been a bundle of nerves for this dinner and despite your best efforts to calm her down, her hands were still shaking. “Yuri, you need to relax,” you told her quietly, scooping another inch of hair up and wrapping it around the curler.

“That’s easy for you to say,” Yuri scoffed, rolling her eyes at you. “I’m about ten minutes away from having a nervous breakdown!” Her hands gripped each other tightly in her lap, the colour completely drained.

Unravelling her curl, you arranged it to frame her flawless face, dropping your hand to her arm and squeezing it reassuringly. “I’m sure the two men your mother has chosen are going to be amazing,” you said unconvincingly.

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camping out for twenty one pilots: a guide

hi! i’ve camped out for six of the seven twenty one pilots shows i’ve been to (ironically the one I didn’t camp out for was the last one), totaling 160 hours spent camping. for my first time camping i was twentieth in line, and for my most recent one, in new york, i was first. being first in line, it fell to me to organize the entire line for that show, so it was a good opportunity to master the practice of lining up. i’ve camped for shows in wisconsin, ohio, new york, and even for their saturday night live performance. i don’t mean to state this in a boastful way- i’ve gotten a few asks about camping out and figured i would put this experience to good use in making a guide for it. if you want to prepare for an upcoming show, or understand the line at your past show better, give it a read. i incorporated all of my experiences, my friends’ experiences, and things i’ve seen online (through an objective scope) into this guide, because no two shows have been the same, in terms of lining up. for the most part, camping comes down to luck: luck with the venue. it’s explained in detail under the readmore.

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April 9, 1917 - Battles of Arras and Vimy Ridge Begin

Pictured - Canadian machine-gunners dig into shell-holes at Vimy Ridge.

On April 9, Easter Monday, British forces begin a month-long attack on the Hindenburg line, designed to coordinate with a French offensive launched by Robert Nivelle. For five days the Royal Flying Corps had patrolled the skies, taking hideous losses to reconnaissance German trenches and clear German scouts out of the air. Seventy-five British pilots had died in less than a week.

A five day bombardment lifted in the morning, and then a number of underground mines exploded, signalling British and Canadian troops to head over the top. Their initial assaults went well: on the right flank, the Third Army pierced the Hindenburg Line 3 miles inwards at Neuville Vitasse, capturing a German gun park and over 5,600 German prisoners. On the left flank, the German defences at Fampoux fell, and British troops achieved an advance of 3.5 miles, the greatest advance in one day on the Western Front since November 1914.

The Canadians also fought spectacularly, beginning a battle that remains etched in Canadian history as symbolic of transition from a mere dominion to a truly independent nation (although a large portion of Canadian soldiers were British-born). The CEF’s 1st and 2nd divisions went 4,000 yards beyond their main objective, securing the towns of Thélus and Farbus. The 3rd Division was halted by concentrated German gunfire, but the 4th Division captured Hill 145, the highest point on the dominating Vimy Ridge.

Vimy had been fought over many times before, but so far in the war no Allied force, neither French nor British, had been able to conquer it. Canada’s conquest is one of the greatest single-day achievements in the history of the war, but at a dear price: over 11,000 Canadians would be dead before the end of the week as they attempted to build on their first-day success.

By nightfall even the third German trenchline was in British hands. Part of the reason for success came from the employment of a “creeping barrage,” a sophisticated artillery tactic where the shellfire “crept” in front of the infantry, who advanced behind, taking advantage as the guns stunned the defenders and destroyed their defenses. The man in charge of the artillery was Brigade Major Alan Brooke, who in World War II would be the Chief of the Imperial General Staff.

The German third line, however, was massively fortified and held off the repeated assaults from the attackers. British and Canadian Tommies threw themselves against the German line again and again, but to no avail. The tanks that had been meant to protect the infantrymen had broken down or gotten stuck in the mud. Horse-drawn guns pulled up to blast the Germans from close range also could not traverse the sludgy terrain. By nightfall the attackers gave up until the next day, trying to sleep through an unexpected snowfall.

Among the dead that day was English poet R.E. Vernede. A 41-year old Londoner, he had refused a desk job after being wounded at the Somme in 1916 and returned to the front. In his poem “A Listening Post,” he had expressed his confidence in the rightness of the Allied cause:

“And yonder rifleman and I

         Wait here behind the misty trees.

To shoot the first man that goes by

        Our rifles ready on our knees

How could he know that if we fail

       The world may lie in chains for years

And England be a bygone tale

        And right be wrong, and laughter tears?”

Sick - Evgeni Malkin (PT Diaries, Episode 10)

Requested by anons: In love with PT diaries😍, could part 8 possible be Parise trying to pursue the reader? Geno gets super jealous and maybe he kisses her out of anger ?

Could you please do another PT Diaries where another player is nice to you and Geno’s upset about it but you’re like “no way are we doing this again. Especially while you’re injured” (sorta like part 5??) Thank You!!!

A/N: Okay, this sucks a lot and has nothing to do with the prompts and I’m awful. I’m so sorry. I hate it. Ugh. Send me brutal criticism, I deserve it.

Word count: 1108

Warnings: none other than stomach sickness.

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Our trip to Minnesota couldn’t have been more turbulent and I am still not feeling well by the time we get to the hotel. We are staying in Saint Paul for a couple days and then in Detroit for another two before going back to Pittsburgh.

“Feeling any better?” Michelle Crechiolo, and my roommate, asks me.

I shake my head, using my thumb and index finger to pinch the bridge of my nose. I am quite dizzy, my head is pounding and my stomach is rather upset after getting motion sickness on the plane and then endure a bus trip from the airport to the hotel.

“Maybe you should stay here and skip practice today.” She suggests and I nod, plopping myself on the bed and burying my head on the pillow. “I’ll tell everyone. Get better, babe.”

I don’t say anything but I hear the door opening and shutting behind her, leaving me by myself. The room is dark and I can feel myself drifting into sleep, snuggling into my pillows. Knocks on my door wake me up and I try to get on my feet as soon as I can and open the door, finding Geno on the other side of the door, holding himself up with his crutches.

“Geno, hi.” I say, rubbing my eyes. The pounding in my head and the dizziness are pretty much gone but my stomach is still upset.

“Michelle say you are sick.” He tells me. “Guys are worry.”

“I’m feeling a little better.” I smile a little trying to convince him, or convince myself. “I’ll be okay for dinner.”

“Good.” He says, pushing a strand of my hair behind my ear on a swift move. His hand lingers on the side of my face for a second, caressing my jawline until he gets it back to his side. “Uvidimsja (I’ll see you later).”

“Geno…” I warn him. He hasn’t taught me that one yet.

“It means ‘see you later’.” He says and I nod, trying to remember the word.

“Bye.” I wave at him, shutting the door carefully.

The Xcel Energy Center is buzzing with excitement as the players from both teams jump on the ice, there are quite a few Penguins fans on Minnesota. I’m still feeling quite sick, but I stand on the bench, helping Fleury tape his wrists for the game when I see him, Zach Parise.

“(y/n), long time no see.” He says, leaning on the edge of the bench.

“Zach.” I acknowledge him. “How is your thigh?”

“It’s alright.” He says, putting his leg up and stretching his muscles. “How are you?”

“I’m good. Nothing to report.” I laugh, finishing Flower’s wrists up and helping him with his gloves so he can jump on the ice.

“I’ll say something.” He tells me and I raise an eyebrow. “You are looking stunning today.”

“Of course I do.” I say, shaking my head. “Go away, Parise.”

He smirks and skates away, joining his team for warmups. I bite my lower lip before turning around and walking towards my spot on the staff line-up when I see Geno looking at me, anger clear on his face. He is sitting on a chair next to the bench, supporting his teammates before going to his private suite to watch the game.

“I’m not doing this again, Geno.” I warn him when I see the rage in his facial features. I have only seen him this mad once, an Zach Parise was also involved. “When you are injured. Not now. Not never.”

“I don’t like him.” He just says and I shake my head.

“Why do you care?” I whisper, trying to keep my anger at bay. We are surrounded by people and I don’t feel like giving the team, staff and fans a show.

“He is not good for you.” He tells me and I groan, wanting to slap him.

“We were talking, Geno.” I say. “TAL-KING.” I articulate.

And then I have to run, going straight to the bathroom and throwing up all the content of my stomach. I have eaten very little since yesterday when we landed, but everything it’s going down the drain.

“(y/n)?” I hear a voice behind me. I know who it is, so I don’t turn around. “You good?”

I nod, but as I do I gag again and I throw up bile.

“You need doctor.” Geno says and I wave my hand, trying to say no. “You need to sleep.”

I’m not going to say no to that, I feel exhausted. After a couple minutes I get on my feet and splash some water on my face. Geno is looking at me with a concerned look and I give him a small smile.

“I think I’m gonna go to the hotel.” I tell him and he nods.

“I’m going with you.” He says and I don’t argue.

Geno tells everyone that I am not feeling well and the Wild’s therapist agrees to treat our team if something happens when I am gone. We get into a taxi, seating on the back. Geno holds me close to him, keeping an eye on me in case I feel sick again, but we make it to the hotel without any incidents and Geno pays up before I can even open up my bag.

“I feel bad.” I say and he chuckles.

“I know. Sleep will help.” He answers me and I shake my head, following him across the hotel reception to the elevator.

“No, no, no, not that. Well, that too.” Great, my brain isn’t working now. “You are missing the game and you paid the taxi and…”

“You are sick.” He cuts me off. “We can watch game here.”

We take the elevator and go up to the tenth floor to my room, using my card to get inside. Geno walks to the bedside table and grabbing the remote, turning the TV on and going through the channels until he finds the game. Five minutes in the second period and the Penguins are winning one to nothing. I change into a pair of leggings and sweatpants and crawl on the bed, sitting next to Geno.

“Thanks for bringing me back.” I whisper after a while of both of us just watching the game in silence.

“Budet delat’ eto v tysjachu raz (I’d do it a thousand times).” He says and I look at him; he has said that to me before when I cut my foot with a piece of glass.

“That means ‘you are welcome’, right?” I ask and he gives me a sideway smile.

“Kind of.” He says and we go back to watch the game.

Sakura Fest 2017

I went to Sakura Fest 2017 in Tokyo today!  It was a really amazing event and has already left both the Japanese and International fandoms buzzing!

Perhaps the biggest and BEST surprise was the reveal of the trailer for the Original Animation DVD coming out with the Special Edition of Volume 3 in September.

You can watch the trailer for the OAD here.

The rest of my rundown is below the cut. :) Most of it was posted on Discord earlier tonight in #ccs-general as well, so if you missed it and are curious, please have a look.  I added in a few extra details as they came back to me.

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The Worst Thing - Park Woojin Scenario

This is now my 5th scenario (?) (WOOH FANCY) and this is a request by @jiminhow

Word Count: I have no idea

Genre: Good ol’ fluff

Message: I apologise if it’s not what you want :/ (hopefully it is tho!)

What could be the worst thing in the world for you?

The worst thing?

Family or friend dying?

Pet dying?

Getting ill?

All good, but for me it’s Park Woojin joining Produce 101.

I love him, with all my heart. But! I haven’t seen him in weeks and even when I watch the programme, the staff say ‘Park Woojin’ no one knows who he is! That pains me more than I can say, I’m probably more pissed about it than he is.

But luckily, there is one day. This is the day. What is the day? The day when friends and family of Produce 101 contestants go and visit them. Of course, they don’t know, it makes better TV that way. But when asked who he wanted to see the most, he said me, and I feel really bad about it because he could have picked his mum or dad and he picked me.

But regardless of my emotions I get myself ready and go down to the Mnet building and queue outside, just like the hundreds of other people waiting to see their loved ones.

“Aren’t you a bit young?” a woman in front of me turns round to ask.

“Oh I’m a girlfriend,” I explain.

She gasped, “your boyfriend must be very brave to reveal that he has a girlfriend!”

“It’s not really revealed,” I say awkwardly, scratching my head.

She gasped again, “good luck then!”

I bowed politely and she turned back round. Every time the line stepped forward I could feel my heart beat more and more until I was at the front of the line.

“Who are you here for?” the guard asked.

“Park Woojin,” I said.

“What’s his grade?” he asked.

"A,” I answered.

He raised his eyebrows, “relation?”

"Girlfriend,” I answered as confidently as I could.

He looked at the other guard and slowly let me in.

"Just wait in the lounge that says A on it,” he said.

I bowed and walked in, trying to find the ‘A’ lounge.

As I found it, I walked in, looking at everyone else. I bowed, looking around while saying hello. I found Youngmin and Daehwi’s families, walked over, saying hello and sitting with them, now just waiting to see Woojin again.

"You alright Y/N?” Daehwi’s mum asked.

"Do you think Woojin’s votes will be okay after everyone realises he has a girlfriend?” I asked.

"Well, I think they’d be stupid to not vote for him, that’s for sure,” she said. “But don’t worry, just think about see—”

"Relations of A Graders, please come through.”

She gave me a reassuring smile, helping me stand up on my wobbly legs and walk through the building. All the A Grader’s families lined up behind a big red curtain, as we did so we could hear the boys entering the hall. I wanted to jump down and run to Woojin as fast as I could but I knew it would only be a few minutes.

A member of staff came along the line, whispering to us all that as soon as the curtain went up, to stand still, the boys will come to us.

I nodded and tried to imagine my feet were glued to the spot, to stop me running to him.

"Remember boys,” we heard BoA speak. “Whatever you see behind the curtain, run to what you want.”

There was obvious smirk on her face as she said that sentence, I could hear it from behind the curtain.

I felt my heart beating the fastest it had probably ever beaten before as the curtain lifted up and I made eye contact with Woojin. Before I knew it there was 15 man boys (lets just call them that) running at all of us and I felt Woojin’s arms rap around my neck, pulling me into a hug.

"I missed you,” he said. “I missed you, I missed you, I missed you, I missed you, I missed you!”

He suddenly kissed my lips and I smiled into it before pulling away and whispered, “I missed you too.”

He pulled me tighter, lifting me up and spinning me around.

“Now boys,” BoA spoke as Woojin put me down. “This is your prize for all the hard work you’ve done and your encouragement for all the hard work to come.”

Woojin pulled me into his side, breathless while kissing my head.

“While you can have the whole day with them today,” BoA continued. “That’s it, tomorrow is back to hard work.”

All the boys shouted, “Yes!” back at her, bowing before going back to their loved ones.

Woojin pulled me into another hug, “the whole day?”

I looked round, finally realising the amount of cameras there were but I didn’t even care now.

I nodded into his shoulder, “The whole day.”

He pulled me closer, kissing my head, “I love you so much.”

From working with cameras with Woojin before, I knew that the one at the back of the room was zoomed into me and Woojin so purposefully, I pulled out of the hug, crashing my lips against his.

“I love you too,” I whispered, pulling away.

“The cameras one us isn’t it?” he asked.

I nodded, resting my head on his shoulder.

I looked over and saw Daehwi’s mum with Daehwi in her arms, both of them in floods of tears and I couldn’t help it.

I buried my head further into Woojin’s shoulder and let the tears flow, I missed him so much.

He chuckled, but sobs were obvious in his voice, “me too.”

I giggled, still crying, as he pulled my head out of his shoulder. Me looking at him with teary eyes, him looking at me with teary eyes.

“Your so precious to me,” he whispered, pulling me back into a hug, crying freely.

Let’s just say that it may have been emotional, but it was one of the best days I’ve ever had. I just missed him so much.

kalkopyryt  asked:

I have read a lot "Beauty and the Beast" Sherlolly's AU. But what about "Cinderella"?

Ooh this is actually gonna be fun! Thanks for this one, I think it’s a creative idea! I’m going with a loosely based Cinderella AU, and I’m going to use some of the ideas from a certain Sherlock episode to make this work. Enjoy! ;)

“For goodness sake, Sherlock, she can’t possibly be here!” Captain Lestrade complained as his and John’s horses approached the old building along with Sherlock. “This is a mortuary! It was run by that old man…Hooper, I believe. But he’s long dead and I believe it’s run by his son now.”

Sherlock stopped his horse, unconcerned with his complaints. “I will not rest, not till I have checked the entire kingdom. I swore I would find her, and marry her, and I meant it!”

Lestrade and John exchanged weary glances. They’d been at this with the Prince for almost two weeks now, searching high and low for the mysterious young woman that had somehow cracked through the walls around his heart at the ball. And now that those walls had been breached, he wanted nothing but to find her again. The problem was, she seemed to have vanished into thin air. Not a trace of her and no record of her existence. All Sherlock had was a name. One little name…Molly. That, and the memory of her face.

“Who are you?” Sherlock gruffly demanded of a man who came out of the building.

“Anderson, your highness,” he said with a nervous bow. “Philip Anderson. To what do we owe this honor?”

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Recommended Listening: All Things Beautiful - Nick Cave & Warren Ellis

@kaerwrites: “Hello dear! How about: any pairing, their favorite things about one another. Bonus points for extra pairings.”

She keeps her hands just above the wheat. The very top of the grain brushes against her palms as she walks, leading them through the field. Bow slung over her shoulder, quiver at her hip. The sun has begun to set, the last of its arms desperately clinging to the world. Muted blue and softer yellow, the edges of pink and purple. A warmth that lingers on cold, a breeze that carries tomorrow. Her hair drifts around her face, and she looks over her shoulder. Perhaps just to check if they’re still following her. Her gaze lingers on him. He catches her eye and she smiles, turns back towards that horizon.

The sun still lingers on her skin after dusk as they lie in their tent together. She reaches upwards, hand threading through hair, her touch like fire at the back of his neck. It takes only the lightest pull to bring him towards her, his forehead touching hers. She traces his tattoo with her other hand, and he closes his eyes at the feeling. “My Warden,” he murmurs and her thumb brushes over his lips. Her kiss is as sweet as the softly spoken words she reserves for him.

He knows the words that bubble and boil, scald her enemies. He guards her back and they do not see the way the back of her neck flushes red with anger, with fierce determination. They look and they see the Warden, straight back and shoulders square. He knows her fragile in his arms, back bent and shoulders hunched as she clings to him. They see her unshakable, unafraid. He knows all the nights she spends without sleep, talking quietly to him about dreams with dragons and screaming demons. He knows her strengths. He knows her weaknesses. He minds them for her so she doesn’t have to.

“Tabris,” he says before he kisses her. He speaks like her name is a prayer, sacred on his lips. She keeps her hand light in his hair, moving slowly, the other hand drifting over his shoulders. Slipping down his back, feeling all the scarring under her fingertips. This handsome man had come laughing to her bed and she had unearthed, unburied, someone else. She strips away the Crow, finds Zevran underneath. His gaze is a storm, lashing wind and rolling sea, lightning that splits the sky. His touch is shelter, the softest rain. He tells her he would storm the Dark City to be with her. She would do much more.

Her staff is a line across her shoulders, hands wrapped tight around it. The others scold her for her brazenness. She only grins at them. She’s humming something under her breath, tapping the rhythm against the wood with her fingers. Aveline ducks out the way with a scowl as Hawke swings around to face him. “Are you coming for dinner?” She asks, cheeks pink and eyes bright. How could he say anything but yes? He nods, the smallest smile at the edges of his lips. Her grin flashes again. Aveline barks out frustration when Hawke spins around again, nails her in the head with her staff. Fenris watches as she weaves out of Aveline’s grasp, laughing as she runs away.

The staff rests at the door of her home, armor replaced with something softer. Her hands on his shoulders, pushing him down onto the couch. She settles into his lap, knees on either side of him, toes dangling off the couch. Wrapping her arms around his neck, sinking into his embrace. Playing with the longer strands of hair at the back of his neck, her breath warm at his ear. “Fenris,” she says, and he closes his eyes. Hands at her waist, moving upwards, feeling every bump of her spine. Wrapping an arm around her, twisting them so she lies beneath him.

They don’t quite fit, legs hanging over the edge, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She stays still as he kneels over her. She watches him quietly as he undoes the buttons on her robe one by one. Warm hands splaying over her chest, running down her belly and over the scar. Tracing the curve of her hip and her waist, tracking over her ribs. The line of her collarbone and the softness of her neck. She leans into his touch when his hand finds her face. She closes her eyes as he brushes thumbs over her cheekbones.

A strange thing it is, to be loved. It is permission unspoken, a chain freely given. He slowly lowers himself, allows himself to be tangled up in her. She brushes a space free of hair, presses lips to his forehead. Humming that same tune as she runs a hand through his hair, fingertips circling over his shoulder. He finds the rhythm in the beat of her heart, such a steady and unending thing. He matches his breathing with hers, closes his eyes.

He sits cross-legged on Solas’s desk. His hands wrapped around his ankles, perked up like a curious child. Solas is leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, answering whatever questions cross his mind. They’re questions Dorian can’t quite hear from where he stands. Elbows on the bannister, a book loosely in his hands, and only half paying attention to the words on the page. He’d rather listen to the soft tone of Lavellan’s voice, the curiosity contained within. Watching him out of the corner of his eye as he sways to think of the next question.

He tilts his head back, biting his bottom lip as he thinks, and catches sight of Dorian. Dorian’s eyes quickly drop to the page and he clears his throat, pretends he doesn’t see Lavellan grinning up at him. Pretends he doesn’t see him uncurl himself from his perch, waving at Solas as he heads for the stairs of the library. Chooses not to turn his head when he appears at the top of the stairs, leans against the bannister beside him. A hand appears at the top of the book, steals it from his hands.

Lavellan casts a cursory glance at the words before his nose wrinkles and he throws it in the direction of Dorian’s nook. He closes the distance between them, takes Dorian’s hand in his. There’s no doubt in the way he holds him, no hesitation in the way his other hand reaches out to him. Turning his chin to face him, smirking as he leans in for a kiss. A lingering fear rankles in Dorian’s chest, a habit so hard to get rid of, the panic that someone else might see. Lavellan only holds him tighter, kisses harder.

“Are you jealous?” Lavellan asks, his face still so close, his breath warm over the kiss he has planted. There’s mischief in his eye, and the smirk lingers on his lips. An arm drapes itself over Dorian’s shoulder as he pulls himself closer, leaning into him.

“That you’re asking Solas questions about ancient research and not your incredibly well read and handsome lover? Never.” Lavellan throws back his head and laughs, and it’s hard not to be swept up in it. Wrapping arms around his waist, pulling him closer, feeling him shake in his arms. He’s still smiling as he presses his forehead against Dorian’s. He’s wiping away that old fear, smoothing out the panic. There’s only pride to have the Inquisitor on his arm, Lavellan on his lips.

I really want to see Jervis Tetch return and I want to see him interacting with Jerome in Arkham. Jervis has become a big name in there, ceasing power over the rest of the insane… then in walks Jerome after being attended to by the hospital staff, his face lined red and black with uneven stitches and takes one look at the man with the paper hat and cracks up laughing. “Get a load of this guy. Four score and seven years ago” - *flicks Jervis’s hat off* - “honestly mate, I had better fashion sense when I was dead.”

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All tea B.A.P in NYC

Hey I’m going to try to make this as short as possible and will omit real names for privacy purposes. Myself I will call Twix and my sister Skittles. Friday after work and school we decided to meet up to line up early for a spot for B.A.P since we had P 1 tickets. We were ready to go and packed a suitcase, snacks, and a tent while we headed to the venue Terminal 5. I had scouted a day before and knew we would be near the water so wanted to be prepared for the chilly winds. Most people on Facebook said they would start lining up around 12-1 in the morning so we took an Uber and got there around 11:20pm. We were so shocked when we saw that a line had already formed. Some people that were P 2 and P 3 had got there early Friday morning—talk about dedication. We were still in pretty good standing since there were about 14 people in line. We decided to set up shop and put up the tent, but the thing was we had never set up one before. Luckily there was a former Girl Scout in the group ahead of us that started to help. As we were clearly struggling trying to put up the tent, Almond Joy comes out of nowhere, and sets up the tent with us. Low key I just thought she wanted in on the tent because it was so cold; but, after we invited her in she politely declined and went back to laying under her blankets. There was an event going on at the venue and around midnight security comes out to tell us to disperse and we can’t stay there. They give us red tickets and tell us to come back in the morning. People converse for a little bit and post on the B.A.P NYC facebook for people not to line up until 9:30 am because of the special tickets.

After a few hours of sleep we decide to head back to terminal 5 dressed to the nines with our sleeping bags and blankets. Almond Joy arrives at the same time and we go find our spots next to the other red ticket holders. Everyone starts to make small talk about biases, dramas, and the big 3 while trying to keep warm but it’s so brick outside. My sister finds a kindred spirit in a baby we will call Jolly Ranchers and they are so cute with each other. Next to us is another duo with a crazy girl with a big personality named Sweet Tarts, and her bubbly bestie Twizzlers. Near the front of the line by the entrance this petite girl starts screaming “ Stop It Just Stop It”. It was loud and she starts spazzing out saying people are skipping the line. She argues that it’s not fair because she has been there all morning lined up since 3:00 am and how people have been freezing in the cold and it’s not fair about the red tickets. She is pissed and storms off to join the line with her banners. At about 9:30 am security comes out and moves the line closer to the venue and separates the red tickets holders from the regular ticket holders and directs us to the other side of Terminal 5 where we wait behind barriers. We take turns going to the bathroom and some people go to change or pick up some food—those chicken nuggets though delish! Another member of our crew Kit Kat bust out the card games which include the classic Uno and Cards against Humanity which is so hilarious. During this time the event staff were checking the lines and handing out wristbands for hi touch . We were later joined by my sisters friend named ChocoPie who actually came with plenty of snacks including Poki Sticks with ChocoPies and put the rest of our stuff in her car for storage.

We go off to the nearest deli to charge up all our devices and come back just in time to get our photo op packages and wristbands. The packages are totally random and I ask people what they got and most got Daehyun. I look at mine and initially I thought I received a signed album from Jongup but the group ahead of us told me it was Yongguk. I didn’t even have a chance because Skittles pounced on me lol. I traded her signed album for Daehyun and my Zelo cards I traded with someone else. Closer to the time of the concert people started getting hyped up and there’s press going around asking questions about the group and the fandom. You have people dancing, rapping, and singing. Our group the Velvet Rope (inside joke) is doing the most—you have Sweet Tarts and Chocopie busting out lyrics for Wake Me Up, Jolly Ranchers on the side with Kit Kat cracking up, Twizzlers is freaking us out with her trivia skills like how do you know what stuff animals everybody sleeps with lol all and all the interview was funny af. There’s these cute korean girls in front of us that start talking to ChocoPie that just so happen to know the same people. One of the girls actually has the same name as Jolly Ranchers so we’ll call her Juicy Fruit. Fast forward to it’s time to go into the venue and there’s this commotion near the front of the line. Apparently a lot of people in the front did not have the red tickets because security told them otherwise. Also there were not P 1 but were P 2 and P 3 anyway the guy in charge came and sorted everything out and they were allowed to stay on the line. Sweet tarts crazy self makes a last minute dash to a bathroom nearby and comes back right on time before we start heading in.

We make a mad dash to inside after getting our bags checked but barricade is gone ~ le sigh, but we still get pretty close. Our group is on the right side of the stage. The korean girls with ChocoPie are on my left and on my right is Kit Kat with the rest of the group. Everybody started coming in at once filling all the space around us in no time. The concert didn’t even start yet and on my back I could feel this girl super close and was laughing with her friend. I know that in the pit it gets crazy and packed. In my head I’m thinking to myself does she not feel my butt on her or does she not even care. So I’m listening to them and there’s three of them. One on my left had bright fire engine red hair, the one on my butt kind of reminds of Hyme from Rania, and there was another shorter girl to my right but behind Kit Kat. She tells the one in the middle I’m not staying here. Music comes and they start playing some old school 80′s or 90′s songs, like songs you would hear in karaoke. Everybody start singing Sweet Dreams by the Eurythimics. All of a sudden the lights dim, the countdown starts, and the babyz start chanting B.A.P. the dj comes out and starts mixing.  As soon as they came out we started screaming and everybody went nuts! I have to say that our group well the whole section was lit! There was so much energy yo it was crazy and I really didn’t that would enjoy it like I did here! One thing was that the girls behind us kept pushing us non stop and I turned to see who it was and it was the girl from before that was spazzing out let’s call her blowpop because she was acting up lol. She pushed KitKat and elbowed me in the sides. Her friend pushed Juicy Fruit but she locked arms with me and told me not to let go of her hand it was real in the pit omg like so bad. After blowpop knew she couldn’t push past us she bumrushed Jolly Ranchers but it did not work. The whole concert blowpop was like a little angry dog with the pushing it was pretty brutal. After awhile eventually the red headed friend stopped but blowpop never did until the very end. I’m trying to upload videos to this but yeah it’s a no go I think my files are too big or something I don’t know. I can talk about the interactions that we had. I came for Daehyun he is my bias but the maknaes came for me at this concert. Jongup is so fine like I couldn’t stop looking at him like what where did you come from? When I tell you he’s a bias wrecker that’s an understatement. He was all over the place pop locking and grinding all in your face lmao and gets an automatic invite to the cookout. He was looking at Kit Kat and she has the receipts. Youngjae was caught staring at her too. Mmh okay. Jolly Ranchers told me that she was dancing and just happened to look up to see Jongup staring at her like what and talking to Yongguk about it O_O he was definitely feeling the black girls that night I’ll say that. Blowpop was such a hater. That girl is straight crazy. Jolly Ranchers was so surprised that he was looking at her because she was so quiet and Blow Pop was screaming her head off. She told me everytime he came over to our side she kept elbowing her and Blowpop would try to mess up her videos when Zelo was in front of her. Yo that is so not cool. Jolly Ranchers got so mad at her she knocked the phone out her hand.  Zelo was another dark horse that I was not expecting to go all out for the concert. If Jongup is invited to the cookout he sure is bringing Zelo with him because that boy was not playing. He has such great stage presence and was so cute the whole night and was interacting with us the whole night I see you over there Zelo <3 It was so cute hearing him sing for his solo and I love his little dance he did with this giraffe headband on his head again I would upload the video but yeah. He fell down and was like I’m so tired of his dancing he was so cute. Coming for me?

I’m starting to get sleepy so I’m going to try to wrap this up real quick. Dae dae killed me with his vocals I was like liquid. In general all the songs were good but the songs that I could listen to were Fermata, I need You, Body & Soul I was done. Not to say that I didn’t like the upbeat songs like That’s My Jam, Bang x2, Spy, etc it’s just I love how they arranged those all together. Feel so good was great too. Youngjae solo was good too and I was surprised that he danced in the very beginning. Gukkie was a shy little turtle on our side and reminded me of a painting artist, or recluse and he was so happy I was just like awww. Skittles was losing her mind over how good he looked especially with the white shirt. Jongup solo was so damn sexy. The end. Himchan was so cool and I love how he interacted with people. Lisa the girl he picked was so cute and shy. I think when they did the love shot she just about died. He also got a real kick out of the pink sign someone made for him. I was so mad at him with that damn watergun. He would low key try to squirt you if you had your phone out. Skittles ducked out of the water and he laughed. He caught me I was too thru and ChocoPie started screaming at him playfully informally lol. Near the end of the concert people thought it was over but they came back out and people lost their minds again bad thing nobody wanted to leave because they thought it still wasn’t over lol. Hi touch was right after and the line was ridiculously long but what I didn’t like was how they was rushing people and screaming hurry up. KitKat told me that her, Jolly Ranchers, Sweet Tarts and Twizzlers had a plan.They rolled up to the table saying “ Ayeeee” with Youngjae and Zelo was like “ Ayeeeee”. There were some technical difficulties at the the table lol I’m not obligated to say what exactly lol but it gave Kit Kat a chance to have a moment with Youngae. For my high touch I made a mistake but it kind of helped me out a little bit in the end. I had my phone out in my hand not even paying attention really and I’m on my way walking to the table when the security screamed go back no phones no phones you will not be able to take a picture so I had to double back and put my phone in my pocket in the mean time two girls went in front of me flying by me. I almost missed Youngjae because he was the first one so I did a quick tap and hi with him and Zelo, but I had to slow down for Daehyun and held his hand told him I loved him all the while the lady is screaming at me to hurry up like excuse me lol and Jongup is laughing because I’m holding up the line XD  no fucks were given I don’t remember Himchan too much after hi five because I was being rushed and Gukkie had the biggest smile on his face when I hi touched. I almost left by mistake because you had to make a left to go back into the main hall. They grouped you by 10 with me and Skittles being on the end. We got lucky because I was the only one that wanted to take a picture with Daehyun and Skittles wanted Yongguk. I didn’t go when I was suppose to because it was suppose to be 5 at a time and I was number 6 but I did the numbers in my head. I noticed that 5 would stand in front and the others would kneel. I didn’t want to be on my knees so I just kept walking and just in time because I guess the girls didn’t figure out what was happening. The other four weren’t walking up either. So I stood right in front of Daehyun turned around and he started smiling, I didn’t know what to do so I gave him another hi five and then I waved to Jongup and the rest. Then we took two quick pictures and I said bye to him my heart. I was so high after that. It was so good I didn’t even care about the picture honestly. truly. It was all about the interactions and talking to them. The night was filled with so much drama but would I do it again? Yes in a heartbeat.

anonymous asked:

i absolutely understand where youre coming from. but what are youre thoughts on minor shoplifting from major corporations like taking a tube of lipstick from wal mart? personally i see nothing wrong with it, they wont miss it ya know?

I used to work for Asda who is owned by Walmart and work in the same way. I actually used to work in stock control. If the numbers on the computer did not add up with the numbers of the product we actually owned then I would have to go searching for it. If i could not find it I would have to knock it off which would reflect badly on my work. 

Also when things are stolen and the numbers have to be knocked off then its called shrink, the more shrink you have on your individual store then lower your bonus will be and the budget for things like the Christmas party or something nice in the staff cafe. Things like the Christmas Party does not sound important but for some people it can be the highlight of their year. 

If everyone thought it was okay to steal a £4 tube of lipstick or something small then the more stock that store has to knock off. In my store the shrink got so bad that all the staff had to line up and be frisked before leaving the store.   

Also another thing is it is normal practice for a store to let you think you keep on getting away with stealing from them so they can collect evidence to prosecute you for a bigger sentence so its really not worth it. 

I actually buy my liptick from Superdrug, their £1 selection is fantastic, I wore a purple lipstick and it stayed on all through a night out! 

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