three minute wonder


I’ve been re-watching ily scene again and found something interesting. Canonically the last heart felt interaction between Sherlock and Molly regarding their feelings had been in that hallway, and that was also the last we saw Sherlock making a bittersweet peace with the fact that Molly had moved on and parting with the most uncharacteristic kiss. That’s also when he thought she had stopped loving him for good. It’s until he hears Mycroft, the smart one, spelling out the deduction “it’s for somebody who loves Sherlock”  for him.  SO DESPITE HIS SITUATION did ANYONE notice the little unbelieving smile Sherlock had on his face as he moves away from the coffin? He goes from shock to heart-soaring disbelief-ish revelation smile.

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Through The Water (Spacedogs fic) Chpt 2 by Wendigo Rising

Nigel stood there for what felt like an eternity; his head feeling light and his chest pounding. Adam crept towards the landing slowly, “Are you alright Nigel?” he started down the first step when Nigel practically fell down the rest of the stairs. His feet sliding on the worn carpet stairs, he sat where he landed. He thought he was going to pass out from the fever that crept up his neck and burned his cheeks. Nigel pressed his head against the wall under the banister.

“Fuck…I’m alright, just haven’t eaten and I need to get a new phone.” Nigel’s words were too fast, they came out almost as a yell. He looked back up at Adam who was still on the first step down, watching Nigel with growing concern. “You know how it is when you haven’t eaten..” Adam started to shake his head but then silently agreed.

Nigel had to get out, he had to get air and out from Adam’s piercing gaze. He could sure stare you down when he wanted to, cute little shit. He could feel his chest tighten, his damp hair making him shiver as he breathed in short gasps. He grasped the banister to steady himself but thought better of moving too soon. Nigel leaned back on the bottom step holding his head in his hand. He could feel Adam making his way down the stairs, “Nigel I.. ” his warm hand tentatively touching his shoulder.

“Nigel, I can help you.” Adam looked towards the complex door, outside the building Jesse and his crew were by the lamp post as usual, screeching lewd comments at passersby. He ran with Nigel and Darko a few times, he always made Adam feel uncomfortable in the halls. Nigel shook his head and managed to get up shakily, he brushed Adam on the arm. “I’m fine, really. I’ll grab some food and be…. Fucking fine.” Adam nodded unconvinced, Nigel smiled weakly his breathing almost back to normal. He grabbed the door handle and looked back at Adam already walking up the stairs.

Nigel stumbled more than he walked up to Jesse, he smacked him on the back. “Gimme a smoke.” Jesse looked at Nigel as he puffed on his own, blowing a plume of smoke in Nigel’s face. “Why for?”

Nigel didn’t have time for Jesse’s bullshit, not when it felt like hot air balloons were trying to escape his abdomen. “Because you remember what happens when you make me ask twice.” He pointed to Jesse’s crooked nose, the crew around them snickered. Jesse sighed and handed two cigarettes to Nigel. “Don’t say I never did anything for ya.” Jesse called after him, his crew stopped laughing when Nigel turned back around. He couldn’t do anything even if he tried, he was both too tense and too exhausted to kick Jesse’s ass again. He opted for the finger and swore at himself for being weak.

Nigel lit up as he walked to the store up the street. Jesse smoked shit cigarettes that made his mouth taste like tar. Though it didn’t matter anyway as the act of smoking did nothing to calm him. He stopped and leaned down to put out the smoke. Usually he flipped it wherever he felt like it, but it was an excuse just to catch his breath again. “The fuck is wrong with you?” He asked himself, he thought of his shower this morning, Adam’s eyes on him, Darko’s floozy and those annoying fucking rats. Nigel continued up the street catching sight of himself in a shop window. His shirt was still drying around his shoulders where his hair dripped, his pants weren’t wrinkled or dirty. He looked put together. He stared at his reflection for a bit longer, straightening his shirt collar.

He would be fine, just a bad morning, hell he’s had worse, at least there was no blood or foreign men brandishing guns in his face. Nigel felt it again, the pressure in the air, the water rushing in his ears. His eyes started to sting and his throat grew tighter, “No, no no.” Nigel tested against building, sliding down on his heels and closed his eyes. He cursed everything, from the rats to the smokes to the mailman.

“Nigel.” The voice was quiet, as Adam usually is, he stood off to Nigel’s side but well enough away so as not to crowd him. “You’re not well.”

Nigel scoffed, “The fuck else is new?” he felt like a dick, his tone weighing down on everything else. “I’m…not.” He tried his best to be apologetic, Adam seemed to be far outside of his comfort zone already, standing close to the building but avoiding touching it. “It’s been a rough couple of hours.”

“Can you stand?” Adam moved a bit closer to Nigel. “You seem like you’re having a panic attack.” He spoke quietly, Nigel appreciated his tone more than his own.

He took a deep breath and peeked at Adam through his hands, “Well I’m not panicking darling, and I’m not being attacked. Unless you’re here to mug me.” He tried his best to make light of the obvious scene that was occurring. He looked at Adam who shifted as he peered around the street, the cars were many and the people few, he still didn’t like the smell outside. “Adam?” Nigel hoped what he had wasn’t contagious, the kid seemed lost in space. He huffed at his own joke.

“I think you should come back with me.“ Adam spoke fast, but with authority which surprised Nigel. He glanced at a spot near him as he continued, “You need to lie down and relax for a while.” he stood a bit taller as Nigel braced himself up to move closer.

“You speaking from experience love?” Nigel looked him over and felt a bit of relief having someone tell him what to do. He was used to dictating his own actions, playing by his own rules. When he felt like shit he smoked, drank, and fought. But now that none of those things worked he was at a loss. He put the other cigarette to his lips, but thought better of it and dropped it on the ground.

Adam looked at him again his blue eyes seemed brighter outside, he nodded once. “Alright. I’ll go back ho-oome.” Nigel sighed angrily, Darko was back so that meant no privacy. No privacy meant he’d have to hear another Oscar winning performance by the three minute wonder. “Can I..”

“You can stay over until…” Adam shrugged, he knew the racket that transpired every time Darko was home. After all, they shared walls. “I can help.” He reassured Nigel, who nodded what harm could come to him in the presence of a space nerd. They started to walk back towards the apartments, Nigel’s feeling of allowing a stranger into his vulnerable state struck him hard, he took a few more breaths and watched the clouds as he followed Adam home. Maybe it was a good thing.

The Master is very good at disguises
  • Three: Now listen Jo, we must go and investigate this immediately! I'm heading off to talk to a research scientist at the base, he says his name is Mr M Aster
  • Jo: Um, Doctor...
  • Three: Now I know what you're thinking, Jo
  • Jo: Oh, good, for a minute there-
  • Three: You're wondering if he's a scientist, then why is he a 'Mr', rather than a 'doctor'!
  • Jo: No, Doctor, I-
  • Three: Well it's because he only has a Master's degree! He was telling me over the phone. And then he started chuckling for quite a while, not sure what that was about
Sirius and lily are besties

-Their friendship begins when Sirius accidentally steps on her foot and she hits him in the face on purpose.
-it’s a game to see how many quills he can balance on top of her head when she’s studying in the library. Sirius just starts taking them randomly from other students when she’s particularly oblivious about it.
-it’s no secret a lot of girls fancy Sirius so that’s why in their third she punches Joan Craig for giving him strawberry flavoured chocolate, the one thing he is allergic to.
-sometimes pranks require a potion of sorts, and none of the boys are particularly skilled. Lily will help supervise Sirius when he’s adding 10 scoops more than he definitely needs. Eventually their friendship transforms from apathetic observance to full on just tossing things blindly in the cauldron together.
-they spend an awful lot of time in the hospital wing that way and she teaches him a variety of card games that she’s most definitely cheating in.
-fourth year they go running around the lake together. It’s awful in winter but usually with eight warming charms it’s tolerable, only if they stop at the kitchens though for hot chocolate post jog.
-the house elves a d o r e lily Evans. She’s the sweetest thing thank each one for their hard work and dedication. Sirius mocks her for three minutes and stares in wonder every time a plate of cookies just appears beside her, even in class.
-Sirius doesn’t stay home very often for the summers, bouncing around from house to house. For two memorable days he spent crashing on the parlour couch sniggering at Vernon, the boy Petunia had brought home. Lily made faces whenever no one looked.
-Petunia sends her scathing letters full of bitterness and hate that nobody can understand. ‘Freakish bitch’ is the opening line and he literally can’t try reading any further than that so he snatches the paper and burns it. “I’m personally amazed that your sister knows how to hold a pen, no offence, Evans.”
-when he fixes his motorcycle she’s the first person to ride it.
-they have similar choice in junk food during finals you can find them somewhere basically collapsed in a pile of sour candy wrappers, tongues bleeding from the sheer sourness. (They like the taste so much they keep trying to eat the candy no matter how much it burns.) (Remus hides the stash after he realizes they’re tasting blood)
-Sirius is super pale and so is lily so a bunch of first year hufflepuffs were convinced that they were vampires.
-no one is allowed to shit talk one another besides them. Some Slytherins try to start rumours about Sirius? Lily is wiping the floor with those idiots without even hesitating because Sirius is worth ten of them, easy.
-same goes for lily when he finds out snape called her a mudblood. Snape gets hospitalized and Sirius is still out for blood.
-right before graduation lily is horrified that she has no idea what she wants to do and breaks down crying, followed by Sirius who started sobbing that he didn’t know he needed a career plan.

My sister just told me that a librarian friend of hers realized I had visited her town because, and I quote, she “noticed that someone had placed a whole lot of books and hold, and was like, I wonder who placed so many books on hold! Hey wait, isn’t that [your sister’s name]?”

So apparently I have a reputation for being that random lady that places 9000 books on hold in one go, and honestly I am totally okay with that. 

August @jilychallenge

@prongsfoots (prev. pdfcct) vs. @roxanncweasley

Prompt: The First Wizarding War + Lily gets kidnapped and James goes in on the Death Eater base because it just got pERSONAL you bastards

Title: i think i wanna marry you

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A/N: I’d liked to say that I at least tried to write a serious prompt, but to be honest my wacky brain saw the prompt and immediately thought: this needs to be crack. And here we are. Hope y’all enjoy it :) And many thanks to Abigail for being my beta <33

Whatever happens, especially if it’s some bout of misfortune that no one could have predicted, James has learned that Death Eaters are probably to blame. It’s practically fact at this point, no matter how Lily insists that it isn’t. Death Eaters exist and James is going to blame them for anything and everything, especially everything that goes wrong in his life.

Your soon-to-be-wife disappears hours before the wedding, for example? Death Eaters. Definitely Death Eaters. No doubt about it.

James grabs his wand and summons every single drop of righteous anger that he has, which is a lot. His soon-to-be-wife has just disappeared. He thinks that he’s justified in having a lot of righteous anger. “I’m going to kill them,” he promises. “I’m going to kill them all and destroy all the evidence.”

He had woken up all alone in his living room, mugs of hot chocolate littering the coffee table, and the muggle television playing static. The first three minutes are spent wondering just what the hell happened last night because James can’t even remember falling asleep on the couch. Then he decides that it probably has something to do with his friends and it’s better left to the imagination.

It had taken him two minutes to remember that it was his wedding day and another three for it to sink in that holy shit, it’s his wedding day.

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anonymous asked:

I'm surprised Kojuro's not dead yet. He can't cook for shit, he can't clean like who knows what's living in his apartment other than him and Bontenmaru, and he barely sleeps. The only place that's perfectly spotless is the spot where Bontenmaru's tank is like I'm sure the only fresh food in his fridge is for Bontenmaru as well while he eats days old leftover takeout lmao

@viridian99​ and i talked about this, actually! she had this amazing headcanon that kojuro usually gets by on the generosity of the neighborhood women in his apartment complex; or any female, really. he’s already a flirt always enough as it is, so whenever he’s helping out a woman carry her groceries or walking her to her car and they offer him food, he happily obliges. so he’s probably got a lot of home cooked meals from other women around him in his fridge and well… any food he buys is for bontenmaru… you’ve got him there. 

i can definitely see really old takeout that has him standing at the fridge for three minutes wondering if he can still eat it or not though, it’s probably like that for him sometimes LOL. he usually eats it anyways. 

however once his editor (mc (  ͡° ͜ ʖ  ͡° )…) comes along, kojuro probably begs them on his knees for them to cook for him. they unhappily oblige but kojuro is pretty damn cute for an old man when he wants to be so it works out for the man. masamune and shigezane come over sometimes so he maybe, sometimes, probably has beer in the fridge. but then again shigezane comes through with tequila anyways so the beer is probably not touched often. once, masamune thought that the moldy pizza on kojuro’s floor was bontenmaru and tried to pick it up. he was Disgusted.

anonymous asked:

Cloqwork happiness is my jam. Then can I request a ficlet for either first date shenanigans in your cakeverse or a figure skating au?

1. Yes. To both.

2. My tired brain read that as “first date shenanigans or cakeverse” and I spent a good three minutes googling “cakeverse” wondering how exactly it differentiated from bakery aus and why didn’t I have this in my life

3. If by “figure skating au” you mean “have I ever imagined Ozpin as a stupidly graceful green bean with long hair like Victor Nikiforov… then the aNSWER IS ALSO YES.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a BTS reaction when their gf gets mad at them after an argument so she gives them the silent treatment the 'whole day.' Thank you, love your blog🙆🏻💘

thank you so much! It’s nice when I get feedback ;-;

Seokjin: He’d wait for the whole day before he finally cracked. His pride would probably stop him from talking to you, until sooner or later he missed you so desperately that he’d text you once, and then twice, and suddenly you phone would be flooded with messages. In order to fix the problem, he’d probably come up to you and maturely go through any problems. He’d want to talk it out and afterwards, would treat you to dinner. 

Yoongi: I think he’d respect you and give you your space, but would definitely call your friends to check up on you. He’d also probably need time to cool off after an argument, as I can only really see him arguing for something he’s truly passionate about. I think it would take a long time to reconcile, but after he did (by leaving you caring messages) he’d probably hold you tightly. 

Hoseok: He’d probably snap after an hour, wishing that you weren’t angry at him. He’d go and apologise to you behind a bunch of flowers, but it would be impossible to hide the red-rimmed eyes. To be honest, I think the both of you would have cried after an argument of that scale and he’d just hold you in his arms after making up, having a super long cuddle session to make up. 

Namjoon: He’d be so stubborn. You want to ignore him? Fine. Two can play at this game. He’d refuse to message you after seeing you act that way, and would cut off contact with you. Someone else would probably lock the two of you in the same room, seeing how you both were struggling to cope without your other half. Afterwards, he’d make it up to you with skinship, both cute/fluffy and a little steamier. 

Jimin: I think he’d be more annoyed at you giving the silent treatment than the argument. If the two of you were apart at night, he’d at least expect some sort of text to know that you were safe and so I think he’d deliberately seek you out, before arguing again at the unfair treatment. Even though he’s so cute and fluffy, your safety is so important to him that he’d be worried sick. After the argument, the two of you would realise how foolish it was and he’d walk you back, not wanting you to be alone at such a late hour. 

Taehyung: He’d be so upset. At first, I can see him getting a little explosive (for like…three minutes maybe). He’d wonder what he did to warrant such retaliation from you, but then afterwards he’d start to miss you throughout the day. He’s definitely someone who’d text his significant other every five minutes, so he’d opt to message you every hour with what he was doing and how much he missed you. 

Jungkook: Again, I think he’d be like Namjoon in this aspect. He’d literally refuse to budge, he wouldn’t talk to you for even two days. However, he’d constantly ask his hyungs for advice on what to do and they’d text you, explaining about how concerned he was. You’d need to make the first step to reach out to him, but after that he’d easily admit any mistakes that he made and would happily reconcile. 

The Killian Jones List

25 Days Christmas Romance Challenge || Day 5

Character A and Character B are co-workers, but they barely know each other. But they both have to work through the holidays.
My favourite thing I’ve written in a good while. :))

The Killian Jones List; ~ 5, 200 words; FF.NET || AO3

6 days till Christmas

Now, something important to know – Emma Swan is no Grinch. No, she has not been listening to Christmas playlists on Spotify for the last three weeks. And, no, she does not own a single Christmas sweater. And, aside from the fact that the broccoli in her fridge has probably been there long enough to grow into a tree by now, she has not put up any decorations in her apartment.

And, yes, she absolutely refuses to switch her trusty hot chocolate with cinnamon for any kind of ‘tis the season monstrosity.

But, be that as it may, she is no Grinch. She doesn’t scowl at people with Santa hats in the street and she hasn’t torn down the decorations that have exploded all over her apartment building, and she doesn’t even groan when All I Want For Christmas starts playing for the 37th freaking time that day while she’s waiting for her bear claw.

She doesn’t hate Christmas. She simply doesn’t get Christmas. It was always this shiny (too shiny), cheery (too cheery), candy cane-red and, frankly, kinda fake secret that everyone else seemed to have been let in on except for her. And she wanted to be in on it. Oh, how she wanted that.

For the first six years of her life, Christmas was right up there with a mom and a dad and a bed that no one else had ever slept in and clothes that actually fit and breakfast every morning without fail. Right up there on her list of things she’d give anything to have. But after six years of failed wishing on stars and snowflakes and basically anything that looked down at her from the sky, she started to accept that Christmas was at best a day when someone decided to give her a doll and a pair of socks to make themselves feel merry and good rather than her.

After twenty six years of life on earth, almost twenty of which spent with the full knowledge that stars were a lot of things but concerned with your stupid wishes was definitely not one of them, she nothing more or less than resigned to the fact that Christmas would come every year and she would feel like a stranger who ended up at someone’s party by mistake and doesn’t have a clue what to do with themselves.

So when everyone starts asking for days off and arguing schedules and freaking out about unexpected visits from great aunts and uncles, she simply stays behind her desk, knowing that she’ll be stuck working the week before and after Christmas and being perfectly okay with it.

The one thing she allowed herself to silently wish for every year was a tolerable second martyr who she’ll have to share the office with.

So when the elevator pings on the Monday before Christmas and Killian Jones comes out, she cringes.

And she feels bad about it almost immediately because here is what she knows about Killian Jones:

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Moonlighting - Yoongi Angst Scenario, Part II (Finale)

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

so today marks a week since bts saved kpop (12/7/2015), so obviously i’m motivated to write, let’s do this lmao

tw: abuse, fighting, alcohol mention

prompt: “It was a mistake.” + “It meant nothing.” + abusive ex-gf

part i.

She wandered slowly into your artsy apartment, and her thigh high boots clicking across your wooden floor made you feel uneasy.

She stood tall, taller than both you and her ex, at a height of 5′10. Her hair was cut short, bobbed and was a bright orange.

She was wide-eyed, and both of her eyes were a very dark green, she looked like a model.

“Where is he?” She sighed, in a melodramatic way.

“Who are you talking about?”

She stomped over to you, leaning down to look at you, “Don’t play dumb with me.”

There’s a small silence before you open your mouth.

“I haven’t seen your boyfriend in weeks, I really don’t know.” You say.

“You know what’s funny?” She speaks.

She pauses, before walking off into your kitchen, you follow behind her.

She reaches into your fridge and finds a strawberry wine cooler.

She pops it open and takes a swing before turning back to you.

“Yoongi would leave me almost every night at around midnight… he’d come home by four… but he’d always have you under his latest calls during the times he was gone…”

She finishes the wine cooler in almost three minutes.

“I was just wondering why that is?”
“Maybe he’d call me and I wouldn’t answer… he’d probably just go to the dorms or som-”

“Stop lying to me.” You shut your mouth instantly. “Whose jacket is that?”

She points to a jet black hoodie sitting on the counter.

“Taehyung’s.” You instantly answer. “He was over, earlier.”

“You are such a bad liar, almost as bad as Yoongi,” She shouts. 

She walks to the counter and snatches the hoodie up, “I bought him this before he left for their last tour.”

“Look, Sue,”
“What is he to you?”

“… He’s my friend.” You answer truthfully, your voice shakes.

“What have you done with him?”
“Where are these questions coming from?” You ask.

“He was mumbling your name in his sleep just last week.”

You nervously look around, “Sue, I think it’s best if you leave.”
“You fucked him, didn’t you?”

You almost choke on the air you’re breathing, “I-I-”

“From the first day, I knew you were a homewrecker.” She shakes her head.

So you torture him for it?” You, boldly, ask.

She opens her mouth to respond when your phone begins to vibrate on the kitchen counter.

A call.

You both look over, but she’s closer to the phone and by the way her face flames red at the sight, you know who’s calling.

She is quickly able to reach over for it, answering the call in seconds.

You could hear Yoongi’s deep mumble on the other line, and Sue stared at you as she listened.
“So now you want to be with this bitch?” She interrupts him.

Whatever he had said struck a cord in her, as you saw her flamed face getting even redder.

He stayed silent, not expecting her to be there.

“He’s probably drunk, just hang up.” You try to cover for him.

“Drunk, my ass, what’s wrong with you?” She puffs up, pushing into your chest and making you stumble back.

You can hear Yoongi calling out to her on the phone but she ignores him.

“What’s wrong with me? You abuse your, basically, perfect boyfriend and torture him for things he doesn’t do, and I’m the one who has something wrong with them?”

Almost instantly after your small speech her knuckles connect to your jaw.

You hit back, slamming her into the counter she was standing in front of.

The phone falls to the floor, but you can hear Yoongi now screaming on the phone, obviously scared about whatever was going on.

She took you by your hair and yanked you down, throwing you onto the floor before kicking into your side.

She continues to kick, and by now, you’re in so much pain, you can’t fight back.

So you do the only thing you can; yell.

You start yelling at the phone that is laying a few feet away, calling Yoongi’s name enough times before you can’t get it out anymore.

She takes you by your head again and slams the back of it against the oven door.

The throbbing pain makes you want to cry, but you can’t when she keeps hitting you.

You already know you won’t last long and you start to get drowsy before you hear the loud bust of the door.

She stops instantly, not knowing what to do.

You could faintly see Yoongi’s bright hair rushing into the kitchen before he yanks Sue away from you, and attempts to pull you up into his arms.

“It hurts,” You brush his hands away, so he stops, standing up now to face the offender.

“What’s your problem?” He shouts at her, you cower away, not having ever heard Yoongi speak that loud.

“Don’t try to be a hero now.” She laughs, stumbling backwards.

“Get the fuck out of here.” He orders her and her eyes widen, doe-like, at his tone.

“Atleast, leave with me…?” She pouts.

“You don’t get it, do you? You aren’t funny,” He sighs before walking towards, he looked scary compared to her.

That was a first.

“You’re going to walk out of this house quick enough before I call the cops and they drag your pathetic ass out of here to the place that your abusive ass has always belonged.”

Her shoulders sink at his words, and she shows fear in her usual maniacal eyes. 

She got the message.

“We’re over, I’m not pressing charges for me, but I’m definitely pressing charges for her,” He points at you, he looks back at you and his eyes droop a little before he turns back to her. “Now get the fuck out of my sight.”

She turns to leave, before quickly turning around, smacking him hard across the face and continuing her way out of the door.

He rubs his already redding cheek, before turning to you and carefully kneeling beside you.

You stays quiet for a while before looking at you. 

“Are you ok?” He asks, you could see his eyes starting to tear up, so you press one hand to his cheek.

“I’ve been better,” You smile at him, you close your eyes, “I’m proud of you.”

He stays quiet.

“I’m really proud of you for sticking up for yourself… and now you won’t have to go through that again.” You start rubbing lightly at his soft skin for comfort.

“I’m sorry you’re hurt.” He finally speaks, sitting beside you before letting your head fall on his shoulder.

“It’s ok, I can’t really feel anything anyway.” 

With that he quickly gets up, picking his phone out of his pocket and most likely dialing for an ambulance.

You smile watching him as he does so, and you yawn a few times, fatigue taking over you quickly.

You close your eyes, deciding to wait patiently as they came.

Yoongi called out to you to make sure you were ok and you simply nodded, ignoring the throbbing in the back of your head and the breathless feeling from your lungs.

He talked more frantically on the phone, as if you were dying and you just listened, not really paying attention.

Yoongi could never be hurt by her again and that made you more ok than you’ve ever been.

lmao so, no, you didn’t die lmao, but that was the end of that bc i felt it would get too deep, & look at yoongi sticking up for himself!!! i’m so proud of him, anyways, idk what i’ll be doing next maybe angst or fluff, maybe both tbh idk, but until then,

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Translation (thanks /u/amilias!)


C: Hold on to your tentacles!
M: It’s Inkopolis News time!

C: Let’s unveil the current LIVE stage!
M: All right!

C: That’s a huge hall! I want to do battle here!
M: With this size you won’t be getting done in three minutes though!

C: I wonder how many attendees we got?
M: I’m getting nervous…

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I don’t know what’s funnier: the fact that Felix and Locus clearly had a discussion on what color their new armor would be or the fact that they decided they had to match. And, well, since I can’t imagine Locus would care about whether or not they stuck with the tan armor, that means Felix is the one who had a bitchfit and insisted on switching to steel.

What an asshole. What a hilariously vain asshole.


hi it me the local meme stopping by to say you all look just as hot as last time and I love you all v much 💛💜 also my ask is open and I am crazy close to 1K so hitting that today would be absolutely amazing!