thought about tagging everyone thanks

anonymous asked:

au where the ml audience doesn't know adrien is chat noir until origins comes out

theres actually a post out there about this somewhere! or, actually somewhat similar. it was made just after volpina aired, where the audience didnt know adrien was chat until The Door Scene TM

it was a really interesting concept that if anyone has the post to should send my way because a lot of my thoughts come from that post actually

but like imagine

  • the fandom wars
  • the actual ship wars for once
  • everyone and their mother being headcanoned as chat noir
  • the people who are like “no way adrien is chat they look too much alike thats too easy” 
    • the people who point to marinette
    • the people who say its just a kids show
    • every random blond background character is now chat noir 
  • the adrien x chat shippers have a big storm coming 
    • i know thats already a thing but do you know how much bigger itd be like oh my god thatd be a mess and a half 
  • can you imagine how mad people would be?????

“I could tease you a little…like this.”

The sauce train has reached the finale that is V Sunday on MM Valentine’s Week, the event hosted by @mysticmessimagines​! WE MADE IT! OMGOSH I can go to bed now and sleep for a week XD Thank you so much for hosting this event. Originally I was only going to participate on the first day but then I thought, ‘Why not do all the days?? It would be good practice.” And it was. I felt myself improve a lot and I can now draw faster (a week ago something like this would take me a whole day but I even managed to do 3 crack posts, one of them being the infamous V chain lolol, as well as this V drawing) so I’m pretty proud of myself ^-^

Thank you everyone for liking, sharing and commenting in the tags about my art :3 It means a lot to me and I’m glad you enjoyed it. I have other stuff planned for drawing but first I’mma take a nice break with Baehee (on her route atm <3)

Much love, D.Pigeon


Thanks for so many followers!! I really appreciate every single one of you, so I decided to do a lil’ raffle!

And I thought, huh, a usual raffle would be boring,so I spiced it up a bit.

All ya got to do is take a few seconds to write something nice you like about yourself and considered yourself entered!

Overall best will be handpicked by me based on the little paragraph you wrote!  

- You don’t have to be a follower, everyone is welcome!
- No plagiarism , obviously 
-Rebloop your paragraph with this post and tag me for extra measures! 

Have fun, and good luck! 

Last Dance

(A/N): I thought this request was so fucking cute and honestly, Chris can dance so well??? 

Request: Can I request a Chris EvansxReader where reader is an actress too and instead of Liz, reader goes on Ellen show with him and plays that dancing bit and the whole dating thing but have it be true? Please and thank you!

Warnings: none 

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor

Originally posted by loverealbeats

    You smiled as Ellen finally got to the topic everyone was dying to know about, whether or not you and Chris Evans were really a thing. 

   “So, I’ve read that you two are dating, is that true?” Ellen smiles at the two of you, clearly eager to know whether the rumors or not were true. 

   “Yeah- yeah we are,” You smile, laughing when the audience roars to life. 

   “We’re actually engaged,” Chris smiles, he too laughing as the audience cheers loudly. 

   “Are you guys really?” Ellen asks, her face taking on a mild look of surprise. You nod your head, reaching up to give Chris a high five the exact moment he did the same thing. 

   “For half a year actually, the wedding’s in a couple months,” Chris smirks, trying his best not to laugh as the two of you high five like a couple of nerds. 

   “That’s so exciting!” Ellen smiles, her eyes alighting with an almost mischievous glint. “And what better way to celebrate your upcoming wedding than-” 

   “Oh god no,” Chris chuckles, hanging his head as a fit of giggles wash over him. Ellen chuckles as well, her smile growing in size. 

   “Come on, it’s gonna be fun, I promise,” 

   “Do we wanna know what it is?” You ask skeptically, a smile of your own rising to your lips once again. 

   “Well, follow me-” Ellen stands from her seat, directing the two of you to the open space she had besides her little set up. “Okay, stand on these two platforms,” The two of you take your respectable places, smiling at the audience before you. “You guys are going to take turns dancing to whatever dances show up on the screen but as soon as the dance switches you have to freeze in whatever position your in, got it?” 

   “Got it,” The two of you say in unison, smiling at Ellen as she goes and stands by some little table or stand she had set up. 

   “Okay Chris, you’re first right now-” And suddenly some music begins to play and a dance pops up on the screen. You begin to laugh as Chris dances, showing off his spinning skills to the movement of ballet, but suddenly the dances changed and it was your turn and you were instructed to do an Irish jig. You were honestly laughing so hard you thought you may fall and ruin your chance of bragging rights but before you could the dances switched and Chris was doing the best damn running man you’d ever seen. 

   “Oh my god,” You laugh, covering your mouth to contain your sudden giggles as Chris dances amazingly. But before long it was your turn and you had to quickly do your own dance, not able to see the rest of Chris’. You try not to giggle as you salsa, smiling when you heard Chris’ laughter beside you. “Shut up you jerk I’m trying my best!” You laugh, stopping when the dances changed again. You throw your head back, laughing hysterically as Chris does a perfect Beyonce dance, one of classic moves to single ladies. But before you could appreciate the dance to it’s fullest it changed again, coming back to you.

    You could practically feel Chris trying not to laugh as you did your best to shimmy, one hand clasped over his mouth as he watched you.  You did the shimmy for about two seconds before the dances changed once again and you nearly had a heart attack at the words printed on the screen before the two of you. 

   “Uhh- ahh-” Chris looks around, smirking when he skidded to your side, his body already pressed against yours as he gives an almost perfect lap dance. 

   “Oh my god!” You shriek, laughing as you attempt to swat Chris away. He laughs too, bracing his body as he puts his hands on his knees, his body shaking as he attempted to regain composer. “Oh my god stop, no!” You laugh, giving his ass a good swat to get him away from you. 

   You’re laughing so hard you can barely breathe and when Chris jumps away from you, swearing as he rubs at his butt you think you may drop to the ground from your sudden lack of oxygen but before you could the music ended and Ellen along with the audience members were clapping for you. Chris laughs as he turns to you, enveloping you in a warm hug, his arms wrapped around your waist and your face stuck against his chest. He places a comically big kiss to the top of your head, not even letting you go when Ellen approached the two of you. 

   “Well at least we can now say you guys are the cutest couple in Hollywood,” Ellen smiles as she stops beside the two of you, her gaze upon you and Chris almost affectionate. “And you two probably have the best dance moves in Hollywood too,” You laugh once again, burying your face into Chris’ shirt. Chris’ laugh rumbles against your head, almost soothing you in some way or another. 

   “Well thank you, I must admit my lap dance was pretty damn good before someone ruined it,” Chris gives your butt a playful pinch, causing you to squeal and lean against him more, your face burning in embarrassment. You don’t even have to look at Chris to know he has a self satisfied smirk on his face, you’d spent enough time with him to know what his ever facial expression looked like, guess that happened when you spent every waking moment with someone. 

   “Shut up, my shimmy was pretty damn good,” 

   “So was your Irish jig,’ You smile against Chris’ chest, your heart fluttering at the praise. 

   “Well everyone, let’s give it up for Chris and soon to be (Y/N) Evans!” You blush at the name, something you hadn’t heard anyone else say other than Chris, it was nice to finally have someone else saying it. Everyone stands up, clapping for the two of you wildly. 

   “Well (Y/N) Evans?” Chris whispers in your ear as everyone continues to clap. “Since you liked that lap dance so much how ‘bout we continue it back home?: You laugh, your head getting light headed once again. 

   “You know what,” You smirk a bit. “I’d gladly take that lap dance,” 

So first, sorry for freaking you all out. I saw that I was at 399 followers earlier this evening and was wondering when I would cross the threshold.

Secondly, I really want to say thank you. From the bottom of my heart. Thank you.

If you told me three months ago, when I was sitting at about 15 followers and had posted like two pieces of art, that I would have 400 followers I wouldn’t have believed you. 

Everyone who leaves tags or sends asks or comments or even just likes a whole bunch of stuff, you make my day. I am glad that you like the stuff I make enough to come and say hey I want to see that on my dash. 

So as I go freak out in my corner I just want to say thank you one last time. 

I’ll be doing something special for this soon. I just gotta figure out exactly what!

So, just, thank you!

Moment - John Shelby

Request: How does this fic sound: you work with the Shelbys and always help plan projects and attacks and one night planning Tommy drinks too much and comes on to the reader and they scratch him or something. Then in the morning the reader’s bf John finds out and flips the fuck out on Tommy? Thanks bb

Moment - John Shelby

“You should take some time away from the business Tommy.”  

Growing up you had been best friends with Martha. When she first started going out with John Shelby you tagged along on dates. Eventually, the more you hung around the Shelby household, the less tagging along was about making sure Martha was okay. The summer before Martha got pregnant for the first time you and Tommy Shelby started dating. Everyone thought that you and he were great together. For a while you were, but then everything seemed to go wrong at once.

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Let Me In (2/?)

Summary: You are a new addition to the Avengers, and have only ever seen your teammates with their walls up. However, one by one they slowly start to let you in, and you finally see them as human.

A/N: I feel like this series will just get better and better. I’m starting to hammer out what I want the tone to be, and this was just a blast to write. I kind of want to talk about this part so I’ll put a longer author’s note after the tags for anyone who wants to read my thoughts about this part. Enjoy! And a giant thank you to everyone who read Tony’s part and liked, reblogged, commented, sent me an ask, etc. I was so motivated during this part and I know that that feeling will just get bigger and bigger!! :)

Warnings: language (some stronger swears here friends), mild (non-graphic) violence

Words: 1900 (yeah buddy)

Tony Stark (Part 1)

Natasha Romanoff

Originally posted by lmwechirrut


Gunshots rang in your ears, and you could physically feel the electricity crackling in the air from Thor’s hammer.

“Get down! Clint, is the quinjet on the ground?”

Everything felt underwater, and you found you couldn’t really move that well. Battlefields were supposed to be mad, but this was something else entirely.

“Look out! Tony, take out that sniper now!”

You heard an explosion come from somewhere nearby. Another bomb went off significantly closer this time. Someone yelled and then the world faded to black.

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Medical Checkup - Part 2

Part One

Summary: Jade has to deal with the consequences.

Word Count: 3804

A/N: Since a lot of people asked for a part two, here it is! This chapter is like the complete opposite of the first one, so I would advise you to listen to some sad songs while reading. Also, thank you for your support and love for this Fic. As always, I would love to read your thoughts and opinions!

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Negan being an asshole (nothing new there), and some Fluff

Tagging: @jml509, @warriorqueen1991, @negansoutpost, @kitcat44, @alyisdead, @negans-network, @jdms-network

(I decided to tag everyone that requested a part two, if you would like to be added or stay on my taglist, please let me know.

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

(gif originally posted by @negandarylsatisfaction)

Doctor!Negan x Jade Graham (pre-apocalypse)

Part Two

Jade was infuriated at her and Negan for not being more cautious about protection and just started fucking like horny rabbits.

“No, I’m not on the pill. Jesus, why weren’t we being more careful?” She bites her lip and rakes her hand through her hair in frustration while she begins to pace the room. She walked back in front of Negan and pushed him by the chest making him stumble back slightly.

Negan was frozen on the spot with his mouth hanging open, but when he felt her push, he was also pushed out of his thoughts back into reality. “Well, but I see that your knees are working just fine now, Miss Graham.” He smirked at her and crossed his arms over his chest.

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lesbian youtubers Rose and Rosie

roxetera: Happy #pridemonth everybody! Rose and I have been getting our gay on EXTRA hard. Oh and we went to Malibu because we thought we’d find Miley. We didn’t. 🌈

roseellendix: Miley wasn’t wrong about Malibu and I fell right for that spon! But thanks to @thechapelplace I didn’t have to worry about my roots in Malibu LOL. Happy #pridemonth everyone! Be proud of who you are ❤️🌈 I love you.


It’s been a while but @scarecrane got me back into DC comics so I of course had to draw Riddler again, this time with a lot more sparkle and rolling his hat down his arm for fun; this is my personal design for him (with one of many outfits i designed) because I can’t see the riddler looking different than this (though I usually picture him kinda chubby, I just haven’t drawn that yet)

this took a lot longer than I wanted it to, but the result is nice enough that i’m glad~ it seems these days everyone is all about Riddler, I thought I was the only one… I welcome increased riddler content but can’t lie that sometimes I feel like a hermit with a pitchfork yelling ‘THAR CAN ONLY BE ONE!’, though all riddler fans/kin/etc are welcome to tag/reblog this as such~

(please don’t repost or use w/o permission, and leave my description; thanks!)

Watch Me

Title: Watch Me

Parings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,530

Warnings: PURE SMUT! Like absolutely nothing but teasing Dean smut

A/N: This came to me late one night after watching too many con videos. The end makes me laugh out loud every time, not gonna lie. Yeah I think that about covers it! As always feedback is appreciated and my ask box is always open. Tags at the bottom. Stay awesome everyone <3

 Thank fucking god, you thought to yourself as you heard the boys walking past your Bunker room door to their rooms. You’d been waiting what felt like ages for them to finally go to bed. Your room was a little too close to the library for comfort and you were always super paranoid when you had your “alone” time.

You went to your dresser and reached to the back of your underwear drawer grabbing your favorite new toy. A vibrator dildo combination that you absolutely loved. You popped in the batteries as you turned back to your bed, slid your panties to the floor and stepped out of them getting into bed. As you sat down you lifted your shirt and threw it to the ground.

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It starts off so well, it’s just what I want…what I need.  A strong hold around my waist, a fist in my hair, a tongue forcing mine into battle.  He’s beating my demons back into place as I hit the car; the dark cloud across my soul starts to lift as he grabs ass to drop me on the hood.

My hands clutch the blood-slick leather of his jacket, nails dig in. I don’t want to give him the option of refusal, the opportunity to tell me this isn’t a good idea.  I don’t want him to stop because, if he stops, my ghosts will drown me.  Just a little longer, just enough to get back on shore, home, to The Sanctuary.

His hands sweep up my sides, my shirt skitters over my head.  Blood streaks across my chest and stomach, hands slope down to the top of my jeans.  I hook ankles around him, pull at his belt, before there’s a whistle.  Our whistle.

“You gotta be fuckin’ shittin’ my fuckin’ ass,” Negan huffs, growls.  There’s a flash in his eyes that says the whistler’s going to catch hell before it fades into concern as he looks past me.  His hands pull me against him, arm around protectively…something’s wrong.

I reach back for my shirt and catch a glimpse of a man.  Not a Savior, not an Other, someone else.  Someone unknown.

“Ya fuckin’ enjoyin’ the fuckin’ show, ya creepy fuck?!” Negan rages.

The man’s head slowly tilts from one side to the other, but he says nothing. 

An arrow sings itself into the tire beside our legs and our whistle comes at us from another angle, then another….and another.

Picks up right after the last piece (from forever ago, I know lol) and I’ll be 100% honest…after being stuck on this story for a LONG ass time I decided the only way to get unstuck was to take a sharp turn.  Given I wrote this and have a pretty clear vision of the next few pieces, I’m thinking/hoping it worked.  This man will be from a totally new community, which you’ll learn about as we progress.  …And thank you to anyone who actually comes back to this after such a long hiatus, LMAO!!

Tagging: @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash, @strangersangel9, @dusty-cookie, @dwaynii @kthnxbyeeeee @cemmia @crzcorgi @negans-network @ericuhlorain @imfuckin-gcrazy @angelfuzzy2 @thewalkingdeadfanatic @browneyesandbadjokes @vizhi0n @smuttwd @superwholoki @stone-met @trashforwinchesters @scarygoodfanfics @negansfavoritegirl @toxic-ink @sillywiseone @wadeyourebarelyalive @jane-alca @despoinak27 @zoesmama2024 @cass-xxo @purplejellybean @deez666  @manic-mamma @blonde-orphan @absentguile @magpiegirl80 @andherlifeis @nracha @lynnliciousadnan  @xomissi @suileidead @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers @bulletscrossbowpie @backseat-negan @karaokke @reneeisnotsane @-baconfirefly- @starbabysparkle

…I THINK I remembered/thought of everyone.  If anyone else wants on the tag list just lemme know.  I’ll also tag this for Negan’s Thirst Squad (because Negan’s a big part of this overall). 😄

(JDM gif from @mypapawinchester, other is from Google)

Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 , Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9,  Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 …Or go to the Masterlist, lol!


So as I said in my last post I wanted to spread positivity so that we can put the drama and negativity behind us. So I thought we should do something like boss week in order to stay united and fill this tag with positivity. @theyoutubersart recommended as our first question to be how we found out about sean and why we love him. Thank you so much for the support . Let’s keep the positivity and prove to everyone why we are the best community out there

When GM- O394 bursts through the doors, it gives new meaning to the word “miracle” and Midorima, for all that he believes very strongly in the accuracy of horoscopes, has a hard time believing that such a thing like this could actually happen.

But it did happen. It is happening. Orange is still alive.


There are two kinds of ghosts, Midorima thinks after the Special Diet is over. It was one thing to have 7284 reappear in his life, like an ugly nightmare coming back to haunt him. 7284, and Gray, and Generation Jabberwocky—they were all Projects Midorima hadn’t expected to see again (he’d never expected to see any of them, ever again) and to learn that they had survived was just the bitter remnants of hell, returning to earth to make sure Generation Miracle never finds peace.

But then there were ghosts like Orange. Not demons, but the kind that haunt you all the same.

The kind that remind you that you don’t deserve to find peace.


He doesn’t approach Orange during the party afterwards—he figures the respectful thing to do would be to let Kuroko talk to him first. Midorima marvels at the fact that Aomine and Murasakibara have no trouble at all approaching Orange (Hinata Shouyou, he reminds himself); it is not a surprise that Momoi does as well. And it is not a surprise that Akashi and Kise don’t approach him (in the same way it is not a surprise that he doesn’t).


“It really doesn’t bother you that he is not human?” Midorima asks the tall, lanky volleyball player with spiky black hair. Kuroo Tetsurou had invited him to play on their “Volley-Basketball” team, and made sure that Midorima felt involved. Midorima wasn’t expecting this generosity from a stranger, a volleyball player no less; he’s never known what to do with friendly people. But somehow they end up talking anyway, and it’s not as hard as he thought it would be to ask Kuroo a serious question.

“Why would it?” Kuroo replies, so earnest Midorima has to believe that he’s not being sarcastic. “Number ten is a great player on a great team, and that’s all that matters.”

“But you are ensuring that you will play against him in the future,” Midorima insists. “If you lose, you—” he has to stop because he’s not sure how to formulate the rest of his question. He still can’t believe all these people came to support Orange. (Well he can, Orange was always the most outgoing of the Miracles, but it’s still strange). Not just Orange’s (Hinata’s) school, but schools they’ve played against, schools they won against, all coming here to say they wanted Hinata to keep playing.

Whenever the Miracles played basketball against humans, there was extraordinary bitterness about their “monster-like” abilities. Even though Orange was never a Success, he would still have natural athleticism humans would envy. Why would the teams gather to support that?

“We’ve beat him before,” Kuroo says, sounding mild. “Every practice game we’ve ever played against Karasuno, actually. Like Oikawa said, Karasuno is a gifted team, but not an inhuman one. And I really want to play against them in an official game.”

He doesn’t think he’ll lose, Midorima realizes. But then, maybe it wouldn’t make a difference to him, even if he did.


As the day comes to a close, Midorima ends up standing next to Kise. Kise is the only other Miracle who never approached Hinata Shouyou, and now they won’t have the chance.

“It’s kind of a kick in the balls, isn’t it?” Kise says, offhand.

Midorima pushes up his glasses. “That’s not how I would have phrased it, but… yes.”

“It was bad enough when it was just Kurokocchi,” Kise says, and Midorima knows exactly what he’s talking about.

Black and Orange were not Successes, and the rest of them knew that, and left them behind. They could have helped Orange more, they could have helped Black more, but they didn’t. They left them to die. Black helped them escape anyway.

And now Orange saved them, too.

It was easy to think that they were not good people, and that it was not their fault they weren’t. It was very hard to see people who had it worse than they ever did still show kindness.

“We should have probably said ‘thanks,’ at least,” Kise says.

“Next time,” Midorima says, not sure if there will be a next time, but finds that maybe he hopes there will be. Maybe next time, he’d be ready to say thanks.

Maybe next time, he can apologize.

A/N: So I’ve had this collection of asks for awhile now, and finally I am responding! I thought it was valid to wonder what the other Miracles’ thought about Hinata’s reappearance, but it would have been too much to go into everyone, so I chose to focus on Midorima’s thoughts. I combined these three asks since they all more or less seemed related. It, uhh, all ended up a lot angstier than expected, but @iamsmaughearmerawr and anon-friends, I hope you enjoyed!! (also, @iamsmaughearmerawr, sorry this took so long and that you weren’t feeling well! I hope you’re feeling better now). Thanks for the prompts!

Hi there, friends! I’ve been noticing that some people reblog our writing (which is totally an ego-booster!) and it makes us excited and giddy, but I was wondering if you could tell us why you reblogged in the tags? Or you could just say that you liked it–anything works! Tumblr is difficult as a writing platform since you can’t really leave feedback in review form, but any sort of feedback is super important to anyone who writes. 

Of course we write for ourselves because it’s fun, but it’s also encouraging to see other people’s thoughts and comments about our work as well. I hope this doesn’t come off as ungrateful! It’s just something I’ve been thinking about lately. No one has to do this, naturally, but if you’re already reblogging our post, why not write a little commentary in the tags? It would really mean a lot to Mod Spookzz and I.

Anyways, thank-you for reading this if you did and I hope everyone is having a good day!

Poke Pride Thoughts

So i wanted to get feedback on how people felt about my artwork thus far; I have no idea how many requests I’ve done thus far but my box is closed until the 19 I have left are finished u_u’’

That said, would people like me to keep doing these?I don’t want to flood dashes or have requests get lost in all of the pictures. I just want to make everyone happy. Shoot me a message or reblog this and tag the blog in so I see it! Thank you!

That’s My Girl.

Originally posted by hellyeahthomassanders

Request from @totheworldosanime : Hey, would you write a request for thomas sanders and the reader being very plus size? And him wanting to do the gf/bf tag for a video, but she is insecure about what the viewers will think? You don’t have to. If you can thank you very much.

Author’s Note: My first little drabble on this page, since I usually just write them on my writing blog. But why not have them all in one place? I love Thomas Sanders, thanks for the request! (Also, this is the girlfriend/boyfriend tag, in case you were curious.)

Thomas brought the idea to you with the widest of smiles on his face. You were his girlfriend, after all, and he wanted to show you off to everyone, including the fans who watched his videos every day. “It’ll be fun, look at all the questions!” A finger pointed toward the screen of his laptop, outlining the questions that you both would answer, but your eyes went dim as you thought about the entire process.

“I - I don’t think I want to,” You tried to keep the worry out of your voice, the shame. You hated seeing yourself on video at all. You never let Thomas post any videos that had you him them, unless it was simply your voice. You couldn’t deny how insecure you were about your body, and you just didn’t think you could bring yourself to sit next to your boyfriend, through an entire video, and have to endure the comments and criticism afterward.

Thomas’s smile fell almost instantly, gently setting his laptop down on the desk before turning to you with curious and concerned brown eyes. “What’s up, Y/N?” He could see how your demeanor had changed almost instantly, and he was disappointed, as he thought you would be excited about the idea. You shook your head, glancing down at your shoes, looking past your stomach that seemed to stick out just a bit too far for your liking.

“I can’t get in front of a camera and have everyone judging me,” You finally looked back up after a brief moment of silence, watching Thomas’s eyes grow soft as yours grew watery. “All the comments we’ll get, about how I’m not good enough, how … how I’m overweight …”

“Don’t think like that,” He was eager to reach out and embrace you into a heavy hug, leaning his cheek against the top of your hair. You squeezed him tightly, holding back the insecure tears that seemed to fall much too often. “You’re perfect. I tell you that everyday. Now, I know you’re not gonna just believe it, but you trust me, right?”

Of course you trusted him. There was no one you trusted more than Thomas. You nodded into his shoulder, pulling away to glance up at him. Your boyfriend smiled softly down at you, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb. “So then, trust me on this. They’ll love you just as much as I love you, and even if they don’t, it doesn’t matter. What matters is you.”

You laughed slightly, shaking your head but looking up at Thomas. He really wanted to do this with you, and if he had that much faith in his fans, so should you. “If you really want to - okay,”

One kiss to the forehead, and Thomas was pulling you by the hand to his studio so you could record. “That’s my girl.”

anheiressofasoldier  asked:

I actually didn't think you'd see that headcanon of mine. But I'm glad that you did, and that you like it! Thank you so much!:D And looking back on it, I don't know if in your picture it was Rawl with rolled up sleeves, per se--but it was him in the get-up that Raoul wears at the end of the musical. And Christine was blushing for it... and Erik thought he looked adorable, I think--and couldn't hurt Raoul for that reason. And you said everyone forgot what they were even fighting about. LOL.

Haha–I am always lurking around the tags mwahaha! <3  Oh–I tihink I might remember that one?

LOL so old–but it stands true.