worst final

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aka how I imagine Episode Ignis will play out: Ignis trains with Aranea and the bros are terrible at being wingmen

It’s been a while since I posted some Ignis x Aranea art! Someone requested some angsty blind!Ignis a while back but I can’t draw angst comics to save my life so…have this terrible joke I got from a local movie

ALSO DAT COSPLAY BY @moderatelyokaycosplay HNG MY HART

PS since Adam approves of this ship that makes it kiiiiinda canon? Y/Y???

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This is Ignis.

He’s glad that Ravus is all-right.

(Previously on ‘This Is…’)

Blindspot 2.21 promo

  • The Black Fairy: The police did find evidence of what happened to Belle. I just wanted to save you and Gideon the heartbreak. Look at these pictures.
  • Gold: She took up graphic design?
  • The Black Fairy: What? No, she's traveling the world. Here she is in front of the Eiffel Tower.
  • Gold: These are all clearly terrible Photoshop jobs. Did she make these? Her teacher must be awful.
  • The Black Fairy: No! These are all real! Look how much fun she's having without you.
  • Gold: Has she been doing this for the entire time she's been away? Because these wouldn't fool anybody.
  • The Black Fairy: Apparently not.

And I’ll Learn From The Landscapes That Everything Must Change

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson
Series: Part 6 of The ‘And…’ Series

These kisses are like memories, a play of a tongue across his lips has him seeing dark nights in Princess Park, while a nibble on his jaw takes him back to their first trip to France, a kiss to his eyelashes reminds him of an early morning in Milan, while a press of lips to the corner of his mouth shows him moonlit washed nights from their private house back home. Deeper still as a tug of his lip shows him places that they never shared with anyone but each other, places that promised of a respite from the sentence of separations, a refuge from the tense words born of weary stares. Two mouths, wrapped up in one love. All of these places, like frames filled with photographs, of every place that they have touched, in all the ways you can. Louis clings to Harry’s shoulders and it’s like the ghosts of kisses past play through him, until he remembers how to move his lips again, to give pleasure as well as take of it, relishing in the taste and smell that is only Harry, in all that keeps him holding on, in what reminds him of who he is. Of who he loves. And why.

When you get ready to watch a video with eng subs but it's blocked.

Originally posted by sweartrek