touch my friends

and now, finally,,  shiro in a nice!! skirt!

baneismydragon  asked:

For the platonic meme would you be willing to do a Ardien Nino - carrying while half asleep?

Pretty sure that’s a common scenario (and happens to with Alya and Marinette)

Reference from x

Platonic Touch meme

I’m not taking more request I’m finishing the ones I have

Can’t decide which one to listen too ;; #poppunkproblems

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Can you believe this actual angel I’m ????

theres no such thing as overkill. if the thing i wanted dead is dead, then it was exactly the right amount of kill

Friend: …you’re going to wash that jacket afterwards, right?

me, shoveling deer teeth straight off the ground and into my pocket, with no intentions on washing said jacket: yeeeeeesssss?

The ultimate VS: Ender Eye Ryan vs Googly Eye Jeremy

You wouldn’t like him when he’s frustrated.

based of @samijen ‘s AU

I imagine that when Marinette finally asks Adrien on a date it will be with full Ladybug confidence and full Marinette awkwardness. (She probably fell into that position and only narrowly avoided calling him “hot stuff”)

Thank you to everyone who came to the stream! Bonus doodles under the cut:

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anonymous asked:

but the abdiqvsabsiqvua height difference??? between yuuri and victor??? DECAPITATES ME

boiii me too

  • yuuri shifting forward on the balls of his feet to quickly press a kiss on victor’s cheek
  • victor walking beside yuuri and noticing the tag of his shirt peeking out on the back of his neck so he tucks it in for him
  • yuuri sees that victor missed a spot of foundation on his jaw, and he reaches up to smooth it over with his thumb
  • there’s this lil tuft of hair that sticks up on yuuri’s head whenever he’s slept in a weird position and it drives victor c r a z y like, “vitya what are you staring at” “vitya why do you keep tugging on my hair” “vitya there is an entire smear of shaving cream that’s bothering me too but u dont see me smacking ur face about it”
  • victor bending his knees a little and squeezing yuuri’s waist extra tight and pulling him just the slightest bit upwards when they make out
  • STRETCHING TOGETHER
  • when yuuri bends his knees and wraps his arms around his legs and tucks into himself and victor doesnt know whether to leave him be or rush forward to bring him into his arms
  • SPOONING
  • when yuuri wants to be the big spoon and has to stretch his arms extra long to *really* gather victor in his embrace. his cold feet get pushed onto the back of victor’s calves but victor doesnt mind because the warmth on his back and on his neck more than makes up for it. yuuri blows lil raspberries by the skin beneath his ear

Still friends?

… yeah.

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So me and @astarisms were talking about screencap redraws and because of this wonderful chat we are now on a mission

anonymous asked:

For the touch prompt please do piggy back rides with Yuuri and Viktor! (Preferably drunk because of reasons)

touch prompts—now closed!// 6. piggy back rides

okok so i’ve already done victuuri #6 here pero you wanted them drunk and yes, okay. this is like 2% piggy back ride but uhhhhh

“Well, I don’t believe it.” Yuuri blinks up at Victor Nikiforov. “It’s you.” 

Victor laughs breathlessly, face dimly lit by the low-hanging light bulbs of the polo bar; Georgi always takes them to the most pretentious places when it’s his turn to pick. “How many times are you going to say that tonight?” 

“Victor Nikiforov, you have arms,” Yuuri goes on, scratching his chin. His eyes narrow. “Nice ones.” 

Mila giggles into her margarita and Yuri rolls his eyes. “This gets so old.” 

He sips at his lemonade, and technically he’s not even supposed to be able to step foot in here, but he’s Russia’s upcoming hero. And they’re all sure this bar has ties to a part of the mafia that funds their skating federation, anyway. So. 

Georgi shakes his head fervently. “Never. It will never get old. It’s so romantic.” 

Yuuri would watch with mild interest as the quiff of Georgi’s hair refuses to move, not even bounce, not even a little—if he weren’t staring so intensely at his fiance. 

Fiance

“Oh.” Yuuri’s eyebrows knit together as he spies the ring on Victor’s hand. “Oh, you’re married.” His jaw drops. “When did this happen?”

Victor sighs softly, fond. “Okay, miliy. Time to g—”

“I’m-I’m subbed to all the forums, the newsletters, they didn’t say—when did this—” 

“Tonight’s a crier, boys,” Mila says affectionately. 

Yuri crosses his arms and scoffs. “No, Katsudon was practicing quads today. Watch.” 

They watch, and Yuuri’s face hardens and his shoulders square together. “Are you happy?” he asks seriously. “Do they make you happy?” 

Victor has long ago given up trying to get through to Yuuri, when he gets like this. This is a special sort of drunk, brought only to you by a combination of hard Russian vodka, lemon juice, syrup. Yuuri only orders these Tolstoy Tangs because the words roll off his tongue as smoothly as the liquor slips down his throat. 

“Very happy,” Victor tells him. 

Yuuri considers this for a moment. He nods. “Okay.” He takes Victor’s hands in his own, brings them to his lips. “Okay, Victor Nikiforov. I will let you go.” 

“He’s such an idiot.” Yuri rolls his eyes again. 

“You’re making this very hard,” Yuuri says later, wrapped around Victor’s back. He mumbles his words into Victor’s neck. “Now I can’t. Now I can’t let go or I’ll fall.” 

Victor’s grip tightens around Yuuri’s thighs. “I’ll fall with you.”