they're both screaming!!!

why did yuuri take no drunk selfies at the banquet? why does he have no pictures of him holding onto viktor, tie around his head, laughter in both of their eyes? why is his the only phone with no evidence? how did viktor not demand yuuri not leave without at least a selfie together?

anonymous asked:

Can you do ladynoir with 179. "First one to make noise loses" from the prompt list you just reblogged please?

So, technically, this is Adrienette, because I also got this:

BUT it’s post-reveal, so it’s got that LadyNoir dynamic, and I hope that you will forgive my laziness accept my efficiency.  :)


“So this is a blanket fort, huh?”

Marinette smiled at Adrien’s carefully neutral expression, and nodded.  “Yup, this is a blanket fort.  And one of my better ones, if you don’t mind me saying so.”

He continued to examine their construction, his head now tilted in consideration.  “What makes it so good?”

“Well, your bed makes up one side of it, and the back of your couch makes up the other.  It’s an excellent structural foundation, and the blanket is well weighted on both sides.  There’re plenty of blankets and pillows in there to make it comfy cozy, we both have room to sit up or lay down, and we won’t have to worry about it falling on our heads.  It’s pretty much perfect.”

“So that’s why you insisted on moving the couch and pulling out all of my extra bedding.”  Adrien looked up at her with excitement shining in his eyes.  “Is it really worth it?”

Marinette grinned, and gestured to their fort.  “You tell me.”

He grinned back, finally letting his exuberance show, grabbed up their bowl of popcorn, and gestured to the fort with a bow.  “Your castle awaits, My Lady.”

“Why thank you, kitty. Can you hit the lights?”  He nodded, and she ducked under the edge of the blanket to settle herself among the bedding they’d piled up at the foot of his bed.  The laptop was already under there, so she queued up their chosen movie as Adrien cut off the lights and crawled in to nestle beside her.  “The Ring, right?”

“Yeah.”  She squirmed, and he lifted his arm so that she could tuck herself against him.  When she was done, he dropped his arm around her shoulders and gave her a gentle squeeze.  “Comfy?”  He asked.

“Very.  This has got to be the cushiest blanket fort ever. Why do you even have all this bedding?”

“I’m an Agreste,” he reminded her sardonically.  

“Oh, right,” she replied, as if that explained everything.  Because it did.  “Ready for this?”  

He gave her a smile that was all Chat Noir.  “Of course. Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Of course!  I’m telling you, scary movies don’t really bother me.  I know this one is supposed to be intense, but…”  She trailed off with a shrug, and eyed him challengingly.  “It’s okay to be afraid, even if I’m not.  You know you can hold on to me if you need to.”

“Haha,” he deadpanned. “Ok, how about this.  The first one to make a noise, loses.”

Marinette raised her brows, intrigued.  “Loses? Like, a bet?”

“Exactly like a bet.”

“Alright, ‘fraidey cat, you’re on.  What will I get when you lose?”

He scoffed in reply, feigning insult.  “On the incredibly slim chance that I lose, you have to…uh, take me out.  On a date,” he added, leaning forward and waggling his brows at her.

Marinette flushed pink, and she giggled at his theatrics. “Oh yeah?”  She asked, poking him in the chest.  “Well, if by some miracle I lose, then you have to take me out on a date!”

“Fine.”

“Fine!”

“Oh, for the love of camembert!”  Plagg phased through the blanket to glare at them, and was met with two surprised stares.  “Would you two just agree to go out already, and start the movie?!”

They shared a look, both of them blushing hotly, and then collapsed together in a pile of giggles.

“Ugh, you guys are the worst at this.”

They only laughed harder.

[3]

If I’m right, AND I DON’T REALLY WANT TO BE RIGHT, their final moment together doesn’t even get to be a private one, but one only fringing on the true affection between them. But the FLOATY BUBBLES SAY IT ALL, OK.

YOU CAN MEASURE FEELINGS IN FLOATY BUBBLES ALONE, AND LOOK HOW MANY THERE ARE.

The third panel is the most striking of them all, because I’m so sure that it’s their final touch. It’s an unusual angle with an unusual focus, and I think it’s emphasising that the end of this last gesture between them is their final goodbye. As he drops her hair for the last time, they will never see each other again. I just don’t know which one of them it is that’s about to die.

Hopefully not both but YOU KNOW HOW CLAMP IS. YOU JUST NEVER KNOW.

And then Kuropapa’s off to face his fate.

AND BLESS KUROGANE’S LITTLE HEART, HE WANTS TO GO TOO. BECAUSE HE FEELS ALL THE SAME FINALITY THAT HIS PARENTS DO BUT FROM WITHIN HIS EXTRA SPHERE OF POWERLESSNESS THAT SCARES AND FRUSTRATES HIM BEYOND WHAT HE KNOWS WHAT TO DO WITH.

SO HE WANTS TO HELP. HE WANTS TO DO ALL HE CAN TO TRY AND STOP ANYTHING BAD FROM HAPPENING.

BUT THERE IS NO WAY HE WILL BE ENOUGH.

No-one would ever be enough. 

It kills me how even in this, Kuropapa does it in the nicest way possible. 

He recognises the feelings Kurogane is having and affirms them. He acknowledges that Kurogane IS, in fact, strong, instead of taking the other possible route and insisting that he’s not strong enough. Because here, too, he knows that this might just be the last moment he gets, and he uses it as a moment of love and encouragement 

AND THAT LITTLE HEAD TOUCH. GET OUT OF HERE.

There is no way this is anything but the last thing Kuropapa ever gets to say to him. There is NO WAY.

LOOK AT THE ART OK. THE NINJAS ARE ALL FADING AS THEY TURN AWAY AND WALK INTO THE DISTANCE.

THIS IS IT. THEY’RE ALL GONNA DIE.

It’s so clear just how much these final words chained themselves around Kurogane’s heart and never left him. Even during his darkest days in the future, his obsession with strength always stemmed from this, and it’s so easy to guess that his bitterness and focus on revenge could have stemmed from an inverted version of this final statement that Kuropapa gives him. 

Kurogane, at his worst, sought strength to make up for the family he didn’t couldn’t save in this moment. 

Kurogane, as he grows to a better and healthier version of himself, realises that he has more family to protect, and also that he himself might also be worth protecting.

But even just here, in this one moment, Kurogane’s father’s words work on so many levels. Kuropapa does what he does to protect Kurogane, his wife, and the entire clan – even when the odds are very heavily implying that he won’t be enough. Kuromama too does what she does to protect them all. Her health is failing her, steadily slipping away, and yet she insisted on the final blessing to save her husband, because her strength too is all focussed around saving the ones she loves – her husband AND her entire clan, and everyone else in the country that relies on her.

And that’s what will hit Kurogane so hard later. Not only because losing his family in a horrible and violent manner is one of the worst things that could ever happen, but also because in his eyes he failed in the same basic tenant that holds his family together. He wants to go with his father to help protect Suwa, but he can’t. He’s meant to stay behind and help protect his mother, but he doesn’t manage that either. His strength, while recognised fondly by his father, is not enough – was never going to be enough. And that’s exactly what sends him into such horrifying spiral of murder and revenge and a desperate clawing need to reclaim some sense that he could have made a difference.

AND JESUS CHRIST WHAT IS SYAORAN GOING TO DO WITH THIS INFORMATION. HE’S ALREADY READY TO THROW HIMSELF UNDER A BUS TO RESCUE EVEN A SLIVER OF SAKURA’S SOUL. WE DON’T NEED TO ENCOURAGE THESE TENDENCIES WITHIN HIM ANY FURTHER THAN THEY ALREADY EXIST.

But actually, now that I think about it, that might be all the difference. Kurogane’s arc in the manga overall (so far) is slowly healing and allowing himself to recover. I have a lot of confidence that he’ll pull it off, because he’s come a long way already, and he’ll be all the stronger to protect his new family.

I just hope that it’s the new Kurogane that has the biggest influence on Syaoran and not the old one. Because Syaoran needs to allow himself to heal as well, and I’m convinced that he doesn’t even know it yet.

anonymous asked:

So like, I may be totally alone in this, but I really want Ollie and Wicks to have been secretly dating this entire time. Especially when looking at that scene from the Haus party where Ollie has his hand on Wicks' neck and it looks like they're both blushing. It just screams "more than friends" to me. Idk, maybe I'm reading way to much into this.

You are not alone my friend.

Rio: I hate deception and I can’t stand liars

Rio, earlier that same day: *cheats on his girlfriend*

anonymous asked:

Alex getting into a really heated argument and thomas is like I don't have time for this shit and throws Alex over his shoulder anD ALEX TAKES A BITE OF HIS SIDE AND IT LOOKS LIKE A ZOMBIE BITE AND THEY'RE BOTH SCREAMING

LMAO THOMAS HAVING BITE MARKS ON HIS NECK AND FINGERS AND ARMS BC ALEX IS INSANE

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7 DAYS OF NEKOMA — DAY 5
↳ Favorite match(s): Nekoma VS Fukurodani, Nohebi VS Nekoma

beccabees  asked:

Ahhhh!!!! I'm just going to continue screaming about any and all things fairytale au. I fucking love this fairytale and I'm so pumped to see what happens. I love the whole they're both demons thing!! *continuous screaming in the distance*

“It will not work,” Moriyama tells him. “You can’t turn a Beast into a eudemon. He will slaughter us all once he grows bored.”

“Perhaps,” Kasamatsu says thoughtfully, and he looks at the yellow demon in their midst with a speculative glance. “But I think there is a lot of potential there.”

“Potential for what?” Moriyama says, exasperated. They have known each other the longest; they came to these woods by the sea at the same time, they trained under the same brothers, and there is a lot of trust. “Potential destruction, absolutely. Potential chaos, potential doom, potential—”

“Potential,” Kasamatsu repeats. “To be family. He has lived with others before and he has lost them. I think he wants to live with a group again, but doesn’t know how. I think he could be the best of us, if only he had the chance.”

Moriyama thinks on this for a good long while and then says, “So what you’re saying is, when he kills us all, we can blame this entirely on you.”

“Yes, fine, I’ll take the responsibility,” Kasamatsu says, rolling his eyes.

*

He is not quite as relaxed about the subject as he pretends to be around his other brothers. Kasamatsu is keenly aware that Kise is very dangerous, and that he has invited this danger into their home, but he wants to believe that behind Kise’s dangerous smile is someone who, at heart, doesn’t want to be alone anymore.

So he invites Kise into their home, to share their food, to sleep in their palace. He invites Kise to travel the forest with him; to harvest their crops and to plant more seeds and to help others when they can.

Kise does all of this with a mocking sort of smile—like this is all just some sort of game to him. And Kasamatsu knows even as Kise laughs and jokes with the others that this could all go terribly wrong (and it will be his fault, the burden will be on him).

*

They chase away bandits from this forest because this is their home, and the people in it are under their protection, and it is on one such occasion that Kasamatsu sees the glimmer of what Kise is. The Beast attacks with lightning like fury, blazing so brightly Kasamatsu almost has to avert his eyes, and the bandit he has in his hands is like clay to be ripped apart and remolded at his whim.

“Stop,” Kasamatsu says, catching Kise’s hand, barely believing that he dares to do so. “This is not what we do.”

“I am protecting the village, brother,” Kise says, his voice so cold it burns, “Isn’t that what you told me we do?”

“We protect, but we do not kill,” Kasamatsu says. “Release him.”

“Then he will come back another day!” Kise says, his frustration evident and finally making him a little more recognizable and not so Beast-like. “If we do not destroy him now, we only invite danger upon ourselves later!”

“Then we will address it later,” Kasamatsu says, keeping his voice flat. “But we do not shed blood.”

Kise releases the man (who frantically runs away) and turns on Kasamatsu, who stands his ground. “We are stronger than them, and we should crush them.”

“The strong do not need to crush anyone,” Kasamatsu returns easily, “That’s what it means to have strength.”

The situation is very tense, and idly, Kasamatsu wonders if this is how Kise will finally kill him, kill them all. But then the yellow demon slumps and sighs.

“I do not understand you, brother,” Kise says, and he walks back to their home by the sea. Kasamatsu lets out a breath and takes a minute to compose himself before doing the same.



A/N: Thanks, friend! I’m glad you enjoy these fairy tales =D I am still hoping to get to this one more regularly, but ahahaha, we shall see. Part One.

boyfriends reading comics after defeating all the baddies~