what the hell is she wearing

anonymous asked:

U know what mila offline since the day L shut cs down. And the next day L upload 🦋 on her pic before she off to tokyo. And latest L video her lip swollen . I think mila met her in tokyo or osaka. That is why her lip swollen like a hell huge upper lip and lolo wear a hoodies covered up hickey?. I maybe delusional but mila missing is something. And shawn upload their cover just to make daddy lolo jelly and media support shawnmila 😂. B4 laucy leaked both indirect message they missing each other

hey welcome back swollen lip anon 👋 😀

The Doctors as "My Immortal" Quotes

William Hartnell: “Why did you do such a thing, you mediocre dunces?” asked Professor McGonagall"

Patrick Troughton: “Then swooped he in singing to the tune of a Gothic version of a song by 50 Cent.”

Jon Pertwee: “And den……………..I jumped secxily in front of da bullet!11”

Tom Baker: “U must go back in time and sedouce him. It is the only way.”

Peter Davison: “he put his arm around me all protective.”

Colin Baker: “I need to wear like da hotset outfit EVA.”

Sylvester McCoy: “What was DAT al about?”
“It wuz to blackmail u.” I snarked.

Paul McGann: (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!)

Christopher Eccelston: “You dunderheads!1111111111” screamed Dumbledore wisely"

David Tennant: “I’m good at too many things? WHY CAN’T I JUST BE NORMAL? IT’S A FUCKING CURSE!”


Peter Capaldi: “I was even upset went to rehearsal with my Gothic metal band, Bloody Gothic Rose 666. I am the leader singer of it and I play guitar”

I’m so sorry.

The Day, Mary Sent Sherlock to Hell

Mary wears a dark blue shirt with white buttons in her Miss Me? video.

It’s the same outfit she wears, when she meets Sherlock for the AGRA stick.

The day Sherlock revealed to Mary what he knew about AGRA (and AJay), she recorded the Miss Me video, her allegedly posthumous message/game.

It’s dark outside in the Miss Me video. So it’s impossible to tell, if she recorded the video before or after meeting Sherlock. But as she came prepared with a poisoned letter, I’d say it is more likely that the video was part of her preparation process as well. That means, she knew there would a threat, that the stage for her death was set. (And that she wanted to sent Sherlock eventually to hell). 

I just really want a kind of emo, grunge, “it’s not a phase mom” Albus. Like the whole 9 yards: he grows out his hair, starts wearing eyeliner, paints his finger nails. He goes all out, so much so that he starts to look like a young Sirius Black.
Just imagine cute little emo Albus walking into Hogwarts for his 5th year. And McGonagall seeing him and is kinda like oh how nice and then doing a double take. Because she swears she just saw her favorite member of the Black family stroll by. From then on it takes all of her will power not to call him Sirius.
AND THEN…. We have Scorpius just as adorable and warm as always. And so you’ve got your resident book nerd, cardigan wearing tall boy and his cute adorable emo bf walking around holding hands and what does that equal???
Slytherin! Wolfstar!!
So McGonagall’s going slightly crazy thinking why in the hell have Remus and Sirius switched house robes and has to reel herself back to reality.

Being in the Suicide Squad would include:


  • Hating the guts out of Amanda Waller.
  • Rick and her constantly threatening to blow the bomb in your neck because you’re so reckless.
  • When they come and look at you to see if your worthy for the Suicide Squad the first thing you said was  “Oh piss off won’t ya?”
  • Harley takes a liking to you.
  • Befriending Croc but knowing to keep your distance because you can just feel his need to eat you.
  • Screaming when you get your box of old belongings back.
  • Taking forever deciding what to wear.
  • After Diablo tells everyone in the bar about his past you stick with him and comfort him.
  • It’s like one big messy family.
  • “Wait… The Flash caught you?! What was he like?”
  • Boomerang getting annoyed that you’re amused he was caught by The Flash.
  • Yeah you may be a bad guy and you might be scared of Batman but hell, you’re terrified of Joker.
  • Taking cover and not fighting back when Joker comes to get Harley.
  • Knowing Deadshot wont shoot her.
  • “What was she like? Your daughter?”
  • “My world.”
  • “Cute. Cringey but cute.”
  • Katana watching you because she is certain you will rebel.
  • Though you help her fight Enchantress in the final battle and earn her trust.
  • Mourning Diablo.
  • Your request upon going back to your cell (amongst other things) was to punch the guard who always taunts all of you. 
  • Another wish was that Diablo gets a proper burial.
  • Shaking Rick’s hand before going back to your cell.
  • “I hope everything works out well with your crazy ex-witch girlfriend.”
  • Being best buddies with Boomerang.
  • Killer Croc liking you.
  • “If you ever need to get somewhere fast just drop by the sewers. I feel the vibrations through the water. I’ll try not to eat you.”
  • Learning some Japanese off of Katana.
  • Overall it was a good trip for you.
meeting me in person would include:

“wow, she’s taller than i thought.”
“wow, she has a lot more hair than i thought.”
“why is she so loud”
“i didn’t know people had this many facial expressions”
“what is she doing with her hands- is that asl what the hell????”
“this is the most overgrown seven year old i have ever seen oh my god”
“why does she t a l k so MUCH and so FAST like STOP-”
“how does every conversation loop back to??? snakes??? we were talking about coffee, tails, fOCUS-”
“why is she wearing a ring on her left ring finger when she’s literally like two years old and unmarried”
“her socks don’t match i literally???”
“she cusses SO MUCH”
“she’s wearing three jackets and sweaters and is still shivering. weak ass arizonians.”

anyway. on the note of my hair, @cotton-corduroy literally didn’t recognize me once when I put it in a ponytail, to give you,, an idea,,,,, ,

i wanna do this as a tag meme but I don’t wanna tag people to do it because I don’t wanna make anyone uncomfortable but if you wanna spew random facts about yourself tag me so I can see and then we can talk about it because? I can’t be the only person who says fuck a lot and doesn’t have damn time to match socks, smh
so please!! tell about yourself!! asks or submissions or your own post!! tag me im nosy!! tell me about yourselves let’s be friends!!!!

“Babe?” I call out, stepping into my girlfriend’s silent apartment. No response. It’s only as I walk towards her closed bedroom door that I hear her frantically ripping through her closet, footsteps echoed by a faint oh shit she’s going to kill me. “You realize we’re going to be late right? Are you almost-” I don’t even have the chance to finish my sentence before the door swings open abruptly. “Fuck sorry baby, I just have to do my hair. I’ll be quick I promise!” she blurts out in a panic bolting towards the vanity, taking her ponytail down in the process. I can’t help but grin at her worried tone. I love seeing her like this; all frazzled, and stressed, and downright cute as hell. Unfortunately, my amused expression falters as I sit down on the edge of the bed, eyeing her outfit of choice. “Is that what you’re wearing tonight?” I ask, trying not to sound too criticizing. Her head whips around, worried eyes meeting mine. “I was planning on it. Why should I change? Is it too much? I can definitely go for something more casu-” “no don’t worry!” I interject quickly trying to calm her down, “it’s just the shirt that I’m not sure about … actually, maybe it’s the pants”. My eyes trail down her body as she walks to the foot of the bed, standing in front of me. “Honestly baby, I’m sorry but I think it might be both” I say as I begin to draw her face down to my level. “I think your outfit would look a lot better if you” I interrupt my sentence with a kiss, “took”, kiss, “it”, kiss, “off”, I giggle as I plant one last lingering kiss on her now smiling lips. She looks up at me questioningly through thick eyelashes, “there’s nothing wrong with my outfit, is there?” she teases with a devilish grin. “Absolutely not” I reply before bounding off the bed, lightly slapping her butt, “you look beautiful, now come on or we’re going to be late”. I stop in the doorway, turning around just in time to see her smirk and pull off her shirt. Yup, we’re definitely going to be late.

Gotta post this idea before i forget about it

Cause i was thinking about in all the scenarios Marienette could be akumatized and the consequences of it. And i was thinking i have never seen a scenenario in which she succeeds.
What if Akuma!Marinette is the only one who finally manage to do what non other akuma before?

We are talking about Ladybug here. Marinette is the one akumatized sure but Ladybug as well and even if Chat can do a hell of a fight i cant see him winning, maybe because he will be to stunned to fight back or not focused enough (or maybe it was his fault everything is happening)

And finally it happens. Akuma!Marinette did it. She has the Cat Miraculous. Hawkmoth cant be more happy he finally have both Miraculous he can finally make his dream come true.

He asks for Marinette to bring the Miraculous back.

But she says no.

Hawkmoth is taken aback. Why is she not obeying him? He gave her the powers and the way to forget and stop feeling. She should have been grateful! She should have been bringing the Miraculous to him. So he tells her that. He threats her with the pain he can inflict to her since she is still her puppet.

But Marinette is not listening. She is looking curios at the ring and touching her earrings (black earrings because of the infection).

And Hawkmoth feels it. The idea what is forming in her head. He panics. He tries to remove the akuma from her.

But Akuma!Marinette is faster. And her thoughts are more dangerous and sharper.

She only thanks Hawkmoth for the help and he can have his butterfly back. And to the people, to Chat, Adrien, laying at her feet, looking frightened, to prepare themselves to the wrath of a god.

And she puts the ring on her finger.

Fanfiction - Stealing Tomorrow (Chapter 7)

Just one more chapter to go! <3

Chapter 7 – Find Me

Edinburgh, Present day

Claire placidly munched her cereals – a bit soggy for her taste – as she inspected the cover of The Scottish Sun, frowning in concentration. The evocative headline occupied almost half of the front page, with a photo illustrating their cover story – “Murrayfield Hero ready to go home!”. The image – certainly captured by one of the first reporters at the scene – showed Jamie wearing his full firefighter gear, walking out of what seemed like the dooryard from Hell, carrying one of his men – probably unconscious - on the shoulder. The article promised more details and juicy revelations on page four (“From Broch Mordha to Edinburgh’s hottest”), page five (“Other legends on the Fire Department”) and page six (“The heartbreaking testimonies of Fraser’s braveness”).

“One would think that almost turning into crisped bacon was the fastest route to stardom.” She snorted to herself, taking a sip of rich and dark coffee. “I bet they are scavenging the Highlands for gossips about Edinburgh’s new sweetheart.”

The last couple of weeks had seen an increasing interest on Jamie’s persona by the media – the well-liked Station Officer with an irreprehensible career, respected both by men under him and by the ones in charge behind a desk; the lone wolf, by all reports divorced years ago, that refused all approaches from desirable women and seemed to wear an irremovable chastity belt; the loving son, who accompanied his crippled father until his death two years ago; the hunk,  spotted working out without his shirt on, delighting all women in the headquarters’ neighbourhood.  

Claire tried to avoid every conversation that contained even the slightest mention of Jamie – a considerable feat, since even the nurses continuously buzzed about how handsome and well-mannered he was.

After his shattering revelations – which had thrown Claire into a new spell of insomnia, which she used to get her charts up to speed – their conversations had consisted mainly of monosyllables and medical exchanges. She would check his drains; he would ask about a prevision to start physical therapy on his hand. She looked for signs of infection on his surgical wounds; he told her his pain was a four on a scale of one to ten. She compressed her lips, trying to avoid screaming at him; he said nothing, accepting her radioactive silence with the hopeless patience of a convict sentenced to imprisonment for the rest of his days.

Claire knew he was trying to give her time to process their conversation, before touching the subject again. His Fraser stubbornness, usually despairing, was serving him well in that instance.

Knowing his reasons had changed the starting point of their fallout – but not the outcome. He had tried to protect her and give her the life she was meant to live – and in that harrowing attempt, had failed to comprehend that, without him, every achievement felt void of its meaning. Jamie had used lies as a gift – and the unwrapping had broken both their hearts. Where once stood sadness and incomprehension, now rested anger and betrayal, pumping from her with every heartbeat, crushing her vessels with their intensity.

But the most unbearable pain, the one that kept her awake at night, was the undeniable desire to forget it all – to take him in her arms and cradle him against her repairing heart. To kiss him and feel him melting against her – to bite his lip and taste his blood, knowing it pulsed with her name. To hear him whisper his secrets and the truth in them.

“Bloody man.” She whispered, her fingers reluctantly caressing his picture. “What am I going to do with you?”


“Thank ye for taking me.” He repeated for what was probably the tenth time. “The lads were supposed to get me but they’re shorthanded as it is in the department.”

“No problem.” She replied shortly, driving through Edinburgh’s streets, immersed in the evanescent light of dusk. Claire had offered to take him home after his discharge from the hospital, using the employee entrance to avoid the questions and flashes of journalists. “At least this way I know you won’t do anything stupid with your hand, until you’re actually inside the house.”

“Hm.” He snorted with mirth, looking at his still- bandaged hand. “I’m just glad I’ll be sleeping in my own bed, without anyone waking me to ask if my bowels moved already or spooked by the beeping sounds of the wee machines.”

“Which way now?” Claire asked, softly tapping the steering wheel with her fingers, as they achieved a deserted crossroad.

“Left.” Jamie gave her a renitent half-smile. “Ye’ll keen the way from here, I suppose.”

“Yes.” Claire breathed out, a tight knot forming inside her throat. “I believe I do.”

The building of their old apartment was visible down the street, looking exactly as she remembered it – the earthy tones of the façade vivid, that used to remind her of the soil of her flowers, fertile and homely. Propelled by the sight, memories came rushing back, as if they had been expecting to be summoned just in the corners of her conscience, brutal as needles in the back of her eyes.

“I received half of the money when the apartment was sold.” She blurted incredulous, blinking furiously in the half-light. “The man who bought it was someone named Angus MacKenzie.”

“He is a friend.” Jamie said softly. “He sold it back to me as soon as the deal was done.”

“Why would you want to live in this place?” Claire asked nervously, brushing back some of her curls, which had been falling over her face. “After everything that happened?”

“You were still here.” He whispered in a hoarse voice. “In a sense. The mattress of our bed had the shape of your body carved. There was the wee spot on the kitchen’s wall, were tomato sauce spilled, because we were too busy making love on the floor. The curtains ye chose, because ye never had such a house before, and a true home needed proper curtains.” Jamie looked at her, his eyes soft. “This house is everything I had left of ye, Claire. I couldna leave it.”

“You should have burnt it.” Claire hissed, fighting back the surge of emotions that made her vulnerable to his words.

I don’t want you anymore.

I loved you well.

She parked the car in silence and helped him getting out, prescinding of the assertive tenderness she usually applied to every wounded creature. They slowly climbed up the stairs – the elevator being broken again – until the third floor, the former residence of a happy newlywed couple.

Jamie opened the door with his keys – he still used the same keychain, Claire noticed, of a leaping stag shaped in silver. She had offered it to him, on their first Christmas together.

“I need to use the bathroom.” He smiled shyly. “I’ll be right back, aye?” And without waiting for her agreement, he rapidly strode out of her sight, as if to avoid that she used the opportunity to say her final goodbyes.

The living room was almost precisely the same – photographs taken more than ten years apart would only show small changes, like a different elegant cream-coloured rug and a new lamp by the corner. Everything else seemed to have been caught in the webs of time, as an insect amid flight trapped by a predatory spider.

Claire’s eyes travelled across the tomes on the bookcase – where some new volumes had been added to Jamie’s impressive collection, sleeping next to their photographs – and her eyes were attracted by a drawer’s open crack. Feeling ashamed, but somewhat entitled, she slid it open until the full compartment was exposed.

With her hands shaking, she grabbed the magazine on top of the pile – an old issue of The American Journal of Medicine. She recognized it instantly – she also had a copy of that same issue, stored in one of her boxes since the move. Abandoning any attempt at discretion, she surveyed the contents of the drawer.

Jamie seemed to have found every publication where her name came up – from obscure magazines where her name had been cited after another dozen; to the most reputed surgical journals, with her articles and findings front and centre. It must have been a constant and tiresome job, keeping up with her career, for someone not even in the medical field.

How many hours had he laid there, only their ghosts for company, the consolation of her success a bittersweet drug to numb the pain?

All those days between what they had been and what they were now, forever lost – no regret or anger would win them the right of a replay. But perhaps they still had the chance of stealing tomorrow; of reclaiming the piece of themselves left behind, placing their stones and pillars to build a new sacred place, a new life.

“In my darkest moments, it helped.” She listened his deep voice say from where he stood by the door, his eyes secluded. “Knowing that what I did had some meaning. I celebrated each one of yer victories from afar, as I couldna be kissing ye as I wished.”

“It was your choice.” Claire replied, forcibly closing the drawer.

“Aye.” Jamie said, his shoulders slumped in defeat. “I told ye – I dinna regret what I did. But I do regret every tear you shed and every unhappiness I may have caused ye. That I regret…most terribly.”

“If I hadn’t come back and found you by accident…” She said, her arms hugging her body in defence. “Would you ever tell me the truth?”

He tilted his head, his auburn hair coming alive with the slight reflection of the white glow outside. Jamie walked until he was closer to her - able to touch her in an instant, if it wasn’t for the barrier they had both fought so hard to erect.

“There was a time when I thought it a blessing to know what ye were thinking at all times.” He licked his lips and closed his eyes, his long lashes shielding bottomless blue. “My glass faced lass. Now I only see yer pain and yer hate - and it kills me. I’d rather be dead than to see ye so. No – I wouldna say a thing. I wished to let ye live yer life and, hopefully, forget me.”

“How could I forget you?” She whispered. “And how can I forgive you?”

“I’m prepared to wait as long as it takes, Claire.” Jamie swallowed hard. “And if it canna be in this life, I shall pray for a chance to meet ye again in the next - and find yer forgiveness there.”

“I don’t know how to start.” Claire brushed her forehead with her fingers, breathing fast. “I don’t know what to say to you.”

“Tell me how I’ve hurt ye.” Jamie slowly touched her hand. “Speak to me about what has been broken. I am still the man ye loved – and what ye dinna ken about me now, you can learn in time.”

“And if I don’t want to?” She said slowly, tilting her chin to avoid his scorching gaze.

“Then know I shall love ye forever.” Jamie brushed her knuckles with the fingers of his sane hand. “Ye are my home, mo nighean donn.”

“This home is lost, Jamie.” She sobbed, the pressure of his fingers making her flesh tingle. How many times had they stood there, him whispering his love, her believing it with all her heart?

They were bathed almost in complete darkness – night had fallen outside and the scarce light that came from the lamppost by the window dipped them in shadows. Jamie swished, as if he was about to fall on his knees – but his hand came up then and he touched her cheek, insecure and tentative.

“But it can be found again.” He softly kissed her forehead, real against the absence of light surrounding them. “Find me, Claire. Find us.”


The Young Victoria (Queen Victoria & Prince Albert)

“Victoria and Albert were a very real, lively young couple and he had a lot of ambition. Had he not married Victoria, he would have been king of his country, and I think that his drive coupled with her ambition and forcefulness inevitably would lead to a clash. What was extraordinary about it is that every time they did have arguments – and they argued a hell of a lot – they did make up, and I think it made them stronger. They didn’t give up, and I was inspired by that. I didn’t realize that theirs was a genuine love story; that they were a team, they ruled together. They had a family together. It wasn’t a cold, ‘You father my children and then go sit in the study’. They did everything together. They were never apart for a day and I hadn’t realized quite why she was still wearing black at 80. It was just that. She’d had half of her soul ripped away from her when he died.” Rupert Friend

The Signs as Danganronpa Characters with Unfitting Talents

Aries: Gundam Tanaka, who looks like the evil overlord he’s trying to portray himself as, being the SHSL Breeder.

Taurus: Celestia Ludenberg, who looks gothic as hell, being the SHSL Gambler.

Gemini: Tsumugi Shirogane, who looks fairly plain, if not slightly bookish, being the SHSL Cosplayer.

Cancer: Ouma Kokichi, who looks fairly innocent despite wearing what looks like a straitjacket, being the SHSL Dictator.

Leo: Kaito Momota, who looks like the gay lovechild of Leon and Hagakure, ending up being the SHSL Astronaut.

Virgo: Miaya Gekkogahara, who’s the Former SHSL Therapist even though she’s a shy individual who never speaks although there’s a reason for that.

Libra: Ryoma Hoshi, the shortest character in the entire franchise, somehow managing to be the SHSL Tennis Player.

Scorpio: Leon Kuwata, who looks like a punk rocker but is actually the SHSL Baseball Player even if it’s explained in the game.

Sagittarius: Chisa Yukizome, who spends a majority of her screentime being a teacher, actually being the Former SHSL Housekeeper.

Capricorn: Korekiyo Shinguuji, who looks very threatening and militaristic, being the SHSL Anthropologist.

Aquarius: Seiko Kimura, who’s creepy design doesn’t match her status as the Former SHSL Pharmacist. 

Pisces: Junko Enoshima, who looks the part of a SHSL Fashionista, but doesn’t look anything like a SHSL Analyst. 


- May, what the hell are you doing here? I didn’t request a specialist.
- I go where I’m assigned.

The Adventures of Coulson & May: Some Time Ago 


Happy New Year! Here’s a little one-shot to celebrate! I edited it, but didn’t proofread. Sorry if there’s some mistakes. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

Summary: Lucy was ready to celebrate 2016’s death. What she wasn’t ready for was the next morning and the consequences that came with it.

Pairing: Nalu

Word Count: 4,890

Genre: Humor, friendship, romance

Rated: T

Read on FF.net or AO3

Lucy woke up with a dull pounding in her head. She blinked, vision blurry for a moment before she could focus. Her eyes landed on the curtain on the wall, narrowing as she realized those weren’t her pink curtains. They were yellow with black and red flames at the bottom.

‘This isn’t my room… It’s-’

Her eyes widened as she bolted up, only to realize she wasn’t wearing a shirt. She clutched her arms over her chest, thankful she was at least wearing a bra. ‘What the hell is going on?’

The light shining in the room stung her eyes, her head still throbbed painfully, and her nose was now being filled with a familiar scent. Eyes flitting from item to item she slowly realized she was in his room.

Just then she heard a heavy snore coming from her side. Lucy gulped, then slowly looked down to see none other than her best friend, Natsu Dragneel, sleeping next to her. She covered her mouth with a hand to muffle her gasp. Natsu was shirtless as well, the sheets stopped right at his hips.

Her eyes lingered on the pink happy trail leading to the sheets, then raked over his toned abs and chest before her eyes fell on his face and neck. His pink hair was a little more messy than usual, but that wasn’t what caused her chest to tighten.

Natsu had something pink smudged all over his face and neck. Lucy’s eyes widened more when he recognized that shade of lipstick. Lucy pressed her fingertips to her lips, finding her lips dry with only a little bit of lipstick left on them. It was her lipstick all over Natsu’s face and neck.

Panic flashed through the girl. 'What the hell happened last night?!’ It was a dumb question. Any idiot could see clearly what happened between them. She just didn’t understand how it happened.

Despite her flustered state, her eyes wandered back to his lower half again. If she just raised those sheets she would surely see more of her best friend than she ever had before. Or at least the sober version of her would. Drunk her probably saw plenty.

Lucy had no memories of last night after she took her fourth shot of tequila. She partially blamed Erza for that one. The redhead challenged her, saying she couldn’t handle it. The joke was on Lucy.

Clearly she really couldn’t handle it.

It wasn’t completely Lucy’s fault she drank so heavily last night. She was celebrating just like everyone else. 2016 was finally over, and it had been a rough year for her. Not only had her mother passed away, making it hard for her to even finish the last semester of college, shortly after that her father’s business started to fail, causing her to take two part-time jobs just to handle her tuition while he sorted things out. She actually considered dropping out for a while.

Only recently Heartfilia Corps. started doing better, meaning she could quit one of her jobs, but it still didn’t make the loss of her mother any easier. Lucy had wanted 2016 to end, and it finally had. And to celebrate she decided to drink.

Of course she’d drank in the past, but not like this, and not in such a manner that happened last night. Natsu’s fraternity threw the huge party, and everyone who didn’t go home for winter break was there, partying and drinking til they passed out. Lucy just didn’t count on passing out in Natsu’s bed, or what happened before that.

A fierce blush stained her cheeks when she remembered her current situation. It was obvious what happened between the sheets. Why else was she in her underwear and he naked in bed? In his bed!

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This Heartstone picture is just totally cool. Just look:

This guy. Omg, he’s adorable:

Medivh, oh lolrd:

These orc cosplaying Jaina XD:

Thrall doing magic tricks with these tiny totems:

Garrosh signing autographs (but why he paints Horde symbol instead of his name? :D):

Anduin and Uther like BROS:

Rexxar waving to his pet fans which wear the same masks like his:


Just look how she stares at Rexxar! :O And what is this?

She turned one of Rexx’s fans into a sheep O_O WTF? She jealous or what?

You know what I really fucking love about Marlana? (everything)

No but really, aside from everything, one specific thing that I love about them is that they had equally interesting but “opposite” wardrobe changes as their characters developed.

Alana started out with the wrap dresses, which were usually not layered with anything, and then by season 3 she was wearing three piece suits. She armored up. Did she abandon femininity? Hell no. But she still, finally, after implicitly trusting Jack, Hannibal, and Will and being betrayed in that trust by literally all of them, learned to protect herself. She withdrew her trust and the physical armor of the suits reflected that change nicely. (One could also argue that she consciously or unconsciously was imitating Hannibal.)

Margot, on the other hand, started out with these incredibly stiff and layered outfits. Her hair buns were sleek and severe, and her lipstick reflected that. Need I say anything about the shoulder pads–designed to make her appear larger, more intimidating? Yes, Margot was protecting herself with these layers of clothing, I don’t think anyone failed to pick up on that. And then she meets Alana. And she makes this switch to softer clothing choices, and hairstyles, and makeup. But only with her.

I find this to be really awesome because both of these wardrobe choices were incredibly well-thought-through. Both of them accurately reflected the development each of them was going through. And that’s really cool because a lot of the time in media you see more masculine girls lauded for becoming more feminine in coming-of-age stories, or by contrast, feminine girls who become more masculine to redeem themselves (e.g. Regina George in Mean Girls). And what I love about Marlana is that there’s none of that, because both of their transformations were intensely personal and reflected what they personally were going through.

Conversations With Me:

Me: omg i would be a bad teacher. id laugh at the little fucker
Friend: OMG 
Me: *KICK*
Friend: OMG
Friend: WHAT EVEN 😂😂
Me: *POW*
Friend: 😂😂😂
Friend: OMG
Friend: OK GOALS
Friend: WHEEZE
Me: *POW*
Me: *BAM*
Friend: 😂😂😂

Ok but how can Fenris kiss Hawke when s/he’s wearing the champion armor?

Like, that big thing (cupholder?) In the front must get in the way. Fenris pulls Hawke in for a kiss.

“Then let me make it clear for you…ow…OUCH. What the hell, Hawke?”

“I’m sorry Fenris, I hate it too, but the city got it for me, and I have to wear it or Meredith gets upset….”

“Well. Then she has to die.”

And the Champion armor was never seen again!

Ignore me guys, I’m so stressed right now that I’m surprised I haven’t exploded.