#a boy cries into his arms once and he's already a goner huh

[airenyah]

ok wait hold on if they're wearing these outfits next episode

does. does this mean

HELLO???????????????

what the FUCK is happening next episode how the fuck are they getting to this point?????????

also it looks like kang is covering sailom's mouth with his thumb for the kiss but like. why. why is he pretend-kissing sailom at all. what's going on. what is he doing. why is he doing that. help??????

it has GOT to be the same episode, i mean even the pants match:

oh and also:

[stargaze-issei]

𝟎𝟕; 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

↳ 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘵. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴? will you be able to move on with someone else, or will he manage to get you back?

-ˏˋ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ˊˎ-

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; i chose to do a written chapter because i wanted to give depth to what y/n feels for both kuroo and tsukishima though im sorry for doing it this early 😞

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; @elianetsantana @kuxredere @kiritokunuwu @haikyuu-bitch @kellesvt @virgoamajiki @mirikusashes @dabisdominion @halparkebitch @kingkagss @sana-li @just-snog-already @l0veyoubetter @angrylittleriri

before tsukishima's tweet upload, you had already put your phone away. not that it mattered to the blonde guy, obviously, because he was sure you wouldn't even think it was to catch your attention. either perks or drawback of being hung up on someone as oblivious as you were, he thought.

you, on the other hand, were using the days away from your routine to take tsukishima out of your mind, and so far, you were doing a pretty good job. just as you tilted your head up, kuroo handed a bottle of beer towards you, winking an eye while at it. you smiled, trying to ignore the butterflies beginning to form in your belly. something within him had changed this past few days, sure, he was still the same old kuroo who cried after making you fell from your bike when you were six, but every little thing he did now, left you with a warm feeling inside, followed by a subtle fear to the unknown. the only person who made you feel like that before was kei, in what seemed a lifetime ago.

"hey, snap out of it" kenma snapped his fingers in front of your face trying to get your attention back, "this is a serious discussion"

"what was it, again?" you wondered, a little ashamed of having no idea of what your friends were talking. bokuto's mouth opened, completely offended at your question.

"who is a better princess, ana or elsa?" responded akaashi, before stuffing his mouth in french fries. you mocked in disgust, akaashi was one handsome man, but that image could easily destroy his reputation.

"well, elsa is a queen" bokuto jumped from his place at your comment, even more offended than before, pointing a finger at you.

"i can't believe you just said that! i can't– i had faith in you!" you arched your eyebrow, confident in your answer.

kenma took a sip of his drink before exposing his arguments on why ana was the better sister and a more fitting queen, with such a certainty you couldn't avoid a proud smile. this was the same boy who got panick attacks every time he had to speak in class. your head drifted to the black haired boy by your left, who held an entertained grin witnessing the serious debate. kuroo had refrained from giving his opinion, more focused on the increasing discussion than in making himself noticed. his fingers were playing with the mouth of the bottle, following a weird rythm with no sound. if you paid enough attention, you could catch on a lot of kuroo's little habits. your eyes found his when your look went back up, iniciating a blush in both. he looked away first, fairly scared to give away his secret, and so did you, scared to face what you knew was going on.

"look how fast bokuto starts screaming" kuroo whispered to you once he regained his composure, already smiling for what he was about to do. "all your princesses kiss the ground where moana walks, uncultured bastards" exactly as he predicted, poor bokuto started screaming insults at both you and kuroo.

"you don't know shit! what the fuck do you learn in college, huh? moana, for fuck's sake! you hear that, akaashi!?..."

kuroo walked to the couch, wheezing in laughter. everyone in your friend group knew that bokuto couldn't hold his alcohol at all, meaning he was a goner after four beers, and he would fight with anyone about anything, even things he didn't agree on. a sober bokuto would've agreed with kuroo, because he claimed proudly moana as his favorite movie. your legs moved on their own towards tetsurō, after laughing a little at how well kuroo could handle koutaro. his cheeks lighted up instantly when you cuddled against his body, not that someone could notice at such low lights. maybe it was the alcohol starting to make effect, but you didn't care at the moment, instead, you just buried your head on kuroo's chest before closing your eyes.

from the table, only a few meters away, both akaashi and kenma had their eyes glued on you, completely ignoring bokuto's tantrum about your past debate. kenma couldn't help but think an "i told you so", sighing simultaneously with akaashi. in fact, akaashi wasn't sure about kuroo's feelings for you, but he did have an idea. the way the former captain looked at you wasn't friendly in any form

"what are you doing?" muttered tetsurō, low enough for only you to hear. your heart skipped a beat at that question, afraid to have mistaken the signs, if there were any signs to be mistaken.

"do you want me to move away?" your soft voice managed to hide every hint of doubt in yourself, captivating kuroo in your fake confidence.

"no, stay" he mumbled as his arm covered your back, finding its way to your hair and making sure you weren't going anywhere. you smiled, getting drunk on his manly perfume, trying to bury your face even more on the crook of his neck.

kuroo was undoubtedly someone special to you, one of those persons you couldn't live without. it wasn't the first time your head wondered on what if he became something more, a silly daydream you had since you met each other that got forgotten after tsukishima entered your life. tsukishima... somehow you always went back to him. he felt like home, like safeness, a place where you knew everything, but he also embodied all those tears you shed for him, those long nights where you laid awake questioning if you were enough, and the worst of all, the feeling of emptiness when he finally left. tsukishima was love, but he was also pain, and you weren't sure if you were able to look past the bad things.

kuroo, in contrast, was completely unexplored terrain. he had never been more than a friend since you knew him, not to your eyes at least, but his way of being around you had completely changed since you asked that stupid favor. his voice got sweeter, his touch got more delicate, his gaze... his gaze overflowed with so much feelings you coudln’t separate one from another. no remorse was held between you two, leaving aside little dumb fights, your good memories with kuroo seemed endless, filled with laugh and joy. 

kuroo meant new beginnings, a whole bunch of things to be discovered, he was showing you the beauty of the unknown. Instead, tsukishima represented a stability, a place you always went back to, despite what drove you apart so long ago. how could you be torn between two persons so different, yet, made you feel equally good?

you sighed heavily, trying to get away from all those thoughts. you were driving yourself crazy with boys who haven’t even told you anything, there was a high posibility you were making all their “hints” up. deep inside, you prayed it was like that, but right that moment, kuroo’s hug tightened, almost as if he felt you stressing out. you messed up getting yourself in the middle of this emotional chaos.

[victorluvsalice]

AU Thursday: As Long As You Love Me -- Murder Angel

Hey, how about some actual fic from me today too? I’ve had this one waiting in the wings for a bit -- the next part of the “As Long As You Love Me” AU! If you recall, when we last left our heroes, they’d suffered a mysterious blowout during radio sing-along time. As we rejoin them, we find that -- well, they’re roughly in the same state Ken and Bart were in this clip: Angel of Death Victor’s not taking it well...

"The universe never allows you to get hurt, huh?"

"Technically, they didn't hurt us," Alice replied, tugging at her bonds. "And it is very odd hearing sarcasm coming from you."

"I think I'm allowed to be sarcastic, given the circumstances," Victor grumbled, looking up at the hot, cloudless sky. He could feel the sun boring into his skin – much longer out here and he'd have an awful sunburn. "Can't you do anything?"

"Do you think I enjoy being duct-taped to a fence in my skivvies?" Alice responded. "Unfortunately, it doesn't work like that. We have to wait for the target. At least that's what Caterpillar tells me."

"Tell Caterpillar that if this 'target' doesn't hurry up, I'm going to put him into a bug box."

Alice was silent for a minute. "He says you wouldn't," she finally replied. "That's its antithetical to your very nature. Apparently you cried the first time you heard what making a bug box meant for the butterfly."

Victor went still. "What – h-how do you–"

RRRRRRMMMRRRrrmrmrmrmrmrmrrrrmmmm. . .

A familiar set of Harleys roared into view, quickly rendering Alice's sudden attack of psychic power unimportant. The gang rolled up and spread out, parking in a circle around their captives. Victor did a quick headcount – nine now, instead of eight. The newcomer was an older man – short, and on the heavier side, but in a way that suggested power instead of one too many large dinners. The rest of the gang scurried around him deferentially as he dismounted and walked toward the fence. Victor gulped. Suddenly he was almost missing his closet.

The man stopped and stared at them, one eyebrow raised. "These two?" he said. Medusa nodded. "You're shittin' me. These are the guys that killed Icarus?"

"It's them, Riggins," Marzanna said from somewhere behind Victor. "Shark and Kitten saw 'em at the diner."

Alice twisted her head around. "Riggins?"

"I think he's their leader," Victor told her. He offered Riggins a shaky smile. "L-look, I think there's been some s-sort of – of mix-up–"

"You don't look like professionals," Riggins continued, ignoring him. He stepped forward, scowling. "So who sent you? The Horsemen? New Children of the Old Gods? Those weirdos the Hitchhikers Of The Galaxy?"

"No one! She killed him on her own! She just – does that!" Victor yanked ineffectually at the duct tape. "We are not trying to start a gang war here!"

"No, we're ending one," Alice said softly. "Target acquired." Out of the corner of his eye, Victor saw her look up. "Now, Cheshire, I don't suppose you could put those claws of yours to good use and cut me down so I could do my job. . ."

Riggins shook his head. "This is all so much noise," he muttered. "Screw it." He waved to the rest of the gang. "Burn 'em. Dump 'em with the others."

Victor felt Alice stiffen behind him. "Oh no. . .oh, you shouldn't have said that," he groaned. "She has a – history with fire."

"Awww, what? The little lady don't like the heat?" Kitten mocked, shaking the fence. Victor grimaced as hot wire rattled against his back.

"Not fond of it, no," Alice said through clenched teeth.

Riggins chuckled. "You're gonna like it even less soon." He licked his lips. "Maybe me and the boys will make s'mores."

Victor decided he really did not like Riggins. But, well, even the worst asshole deserved a warning. "Look – I will be the first to admit that I have no idea what's going on," he said slowly. "But I do know Alice. When she gets it in her head to kill someone. . .well – they die. You and your men are the ones in danger here." Although how the hell she's going to get us out of this one is beyond me. . .

Riggins smirked. "You really believe that?" He moved a step forward, like a cougar stalking its prey. "We're Blackwing, loser. Nobody fucks with us."

Victor looked over his shoulder at Alice – in naught but her bra and panties, no knife or gun, taped in place as securely as he was. She looked as helpless as him. . .but then, he'd thought she was a goner when Tannen had shoved his gun into her forehead too. "She's the one who killed Icarus," he replied, meeting Riggins's smug gaze head on. "Hasn't she already?"

That got a scowl. "You gotta mouth on you," Riggins declared, reaching down for something in the dirt. When he stood back up, Victor saw it was a baseball. "Time to shut you up, I think."

Oh shit, oh shit, why on earth had he decided to go for the pithy one-liner – Victor jerked his head back around. "Alice?!"

"Wait for it," she replied, eyes on the sky, looking supremely unconcerned.

"Wait for it?!" Victor threw himself against his bonds in a panic. He was about to take a baseball to the face, minutes before Blackwing turned them both into Guy Fawkes dummies, and she told him to wait for it?! Oh God, why didn't I run for it when I had the chance?! A bullet to the back of the head would have at least been quick! Now I'm going to cook to death, probably with a broken jaw, back to back with – "Ow!"

Victor's head clanged against the fence as the baseball met his forehead in an instant of blinding pain. He screwed his eyes shut, fireworks briefly flaring behind his closed lids –

bonk! rippppp – clunk – CRUNCH!

And then, suddenly, his left hand was free.

Victor's eyes snapped open. The fence was sagging now, the old length of pipe holding it up having fallen. Had the baseball knocked it out of place? Did he dare do anything?

"Kitten!"

Shark raced past them, toward where the pipe had fallen. Victor followed his path to see – Oooooh. . . He hastily averted his eyes again. The unfortunate Kitten had been directly under the pipe when it fell, and thanks to the nasty-looking chunk of concrete on top of it. . .well, he wasn't getting up again. And I thought I'd seen the worst of what could happen to a human head when Tannen got pistol-whipped to death. . .

The rest of the gang hastily closed ranks, drawing guns and eyeing the captives suspiciously. Victor heard Marzanna hurry towards them. "Don't you fuckers even think of trying – ah!"

The barrel of a shotgun jerked through the fence, right next to Victor's head. He flinched as it fired – BANG! Medusa hit the ground, a bullet in his forehead. BANG! Incubus dropped, blood spraying from his skull. BANG! Cerebus collapsed, felled by the same impossible accuracy. Victor risked a glance behind him. Sure enough, Alice had also been freed by the falling pipe. Her hand was currently wrapped around Marzanna's, struggling for control of the gun. Then her knee came up, catching him right in the sternum. Marzanna gasped for breath as she tore her other arm free. "Get her!" Riggins demanded, staring at his downed compatriots in shock.

Wilson promptly started firing – Alice spun and grabbed Marzanna, letting him take the hail of bullets. Her hand snatched his pistol from his waistband – bang! Wilson flopped over, missing a healthy chunk of his skull. Shark ran at her, screaming – bang! One bullet, right through the gullet. Moloch desperately took aim – bang! He hit the ground, less one eye and one life. Alice let Marzanna's corpse drop and pointed the gun at the stunned Riggin's head –

click, click.

Alice blinked. "Oh for – are you kidding me?" she demanded, snapping open the cylinder. "With one left?"

Riggins, mouth opening and closing like a fish, saw his opportunity and went for his boot. A wicked-looking knife appeared in his hand. He took aim and threw as Alice as Alice dropped the gun and looked for a fresh weapon. thwip-thwip-thwip –

The handle bounced off her shoulder. Alice looked down, then picked up with a shrug. "That works." With barely a moment's pause, she flung it back.

It landed with a heavy thunk right in Riggins's heart. He stared at it a moment as blood began to pour from his mouth. His terrified eyes found hers – merciless and pitiless.

Then, in slow motion, he collapsed to the ground. Alice surveyed her work with cool professional pride. "There. That about does it." She returned to the fence and tore the tape off Victor's right wrist. "I think you ought to get some clothes on before you end up looking like an overdone steak."

Victor nodded vaguely, eyes traveling over the bodies of the men. Nine people. Nine hardcore, violent, unforgiving people. And she'd slaughtered them all in her underwear. Without even her trademark knife. All because a baseball had gone the right way.

A baseball. . .

"Wait for it."

He stumbled off the junk pile as she took Riggins's jacket and draped it over her shoulders. "You – you knew, didn't you?"

Alice looked back at him. "Knew what?"

"About this. That – that this–" He waved a hand to encompass the carnage. "–was going to happen."

"Well, I wouldn't go that far," Alice said, examining Shark's corpse. "But I knew the universe would provide, once I had my target." She started undoing his jeans. "He's pretty thin – I think these will fit you. At the very least, you won't be swimming in them."

Victor barely heard. "It's real," he whispered. "What you said before – it was the truth. You are exactly who you say you are. Some sort of – of murder angel."

He wasn't sure what possessed him to put it that way. Judging by Alice's surprised stare, neither was she. "Angel?" she repeated.

Victor shrugged. For a half a second, he was sure he saw her blush – then she dropped her head and went back to her task. "I am what I say I am. I know it, the universe knows it, and now you know it. Congratulations."

"And I really am with you for a reason." Victor found himself smiling, fear drowned out by a wave of exhilaration. "My life – it – it actually has a purpose!"

Alice glanced up with one of those genuine smiles. "Nice feeling, isn't it?" She yanked the pants off Shark and tossed them to Victor. "Catch!"

His hand grabbed a leg on autopilot, his mind racing. Ever since he was little, he'd listened to Pastor Galswells preach that everyone had a purpose for being – a reason God had put them on this earth. For years, he'd wondered if that was true – and, if it was, whether his was really just helping his society-obsessed parents move further up the heap via a good marriage. But now. . .he stepped into the jeans, awash in possibility. Perhaps being the companion of a holistic assassin wasn't really better, per say, than forwarding Nell and William Van Dort's social-climbing dreams – but it was a hell of a lot more interesting. "So – where to now?" he asked, zipping the fly.

"Search me," Alice replied, throwing him the shirt. "But Wonderland will lead me – us in the right direction soon enough." She felt in her jacket pocket and pulled out a set of keys. "Do you know how to ride a motorcycle?"

"No," Victor admitted, pulling on the shirt. Ugh, it was all greasy. . .but any port in a storm. "Do you?"

"No." Alice grinned like a shark. "But I'm willing to learn."