i don't know how to explain it but something about phil's tone and inflection when he says "oh a 'misunderstanding' — they started shouting at you" just sounds so married like i know this entire video already is them being married for 20 minutes but i'm just obsessed with how phil says it in this clip like can anyone hear me do you get what im saying
rewatching 1998 right now and i'm going to be violent about how absolutely fucking GONE jp's tugger is for brentoffelees, like during misto's song tugger is just the absolute epitome of heart eyes, no one else exists besides his magician, and misto constantly glancing back at tugger for those little reassurances because he knows tugger absolutely will hype him up the second he needs him
hi! So does Foot Lieutenant think Donnie is actually Gale, or is he trying to kill the turtles?
We are actually going to see more of what the Foot are doing in Book 3 so a lot of questions regarding them will be answered, but as for the Lieutenant-it doesn't matter what he knows. He doesn't care.
He knows Draxum has a super special secret son he's trotted out that his entire deal is now reliant on. He knows the turtles lost one of their brothers. He's heard the conspiracies about them being the same person, but he honestly does not care one single bit whether he is or not. He's a target. He knows his husband is dead, he knows Draxum kidnapped one of his murder daughters, and he knows Galois is a way to hurt Draxum and cripple his empire. He could care less about the rest.
A slight breeze tickled Rafe’s leg hair, causing him to stir in his sleep. His body shivered suddenly, jolting him upright, wide wake for no reason. The room was still dark, the clock read two twenty-three. Rafe rubbed his eyes, his mind till trying to catch up with the fact he was awake. Another breeze this time trailed up his back causing him to shiver again. “Holy shit why is it so fucking cold,” he hissed. Rafe usually slept comfortably in just his underwear, but for some reason someone decided to turn the air conditioner on before coming to bed.
“Goddamit Sam,” Rafe thought to himself once he realized Sam had turned the air conditioning on before he came to bed. Rafe stood up from the bed and groggily walked over to the unit, turning it off. As he made his way back to the bed he paused on his side, his eyes adjusted to the dark. It took him a second to realize his sleeping beauty of a husband had all the blanket leaving Rafe’s side with not even a corner of a bed sheet. Rafe sighed and gingerly crawled back into bed, scooting close to Sam.
Rafe reached his hand up to Sam’s shoulder and shook him as gently as he could. “Mmm, I’m sleeping,” Sam grumbled trying to shrug Rafe’s hand away. “I’m cold, and you have all the blanket Sam,” Rafe tried to argue as he tried to pull the blanket out from under his log of a husband to no avail. He gave Sam a shove waking the taller man with a snort. “What do you want Rafe?” Sam said peevishly. “Uhh, the fucking blanket perhaps,” Rafe said snidely as he made another attempt to pull on the blanket. Sam rolled onto his back pinning more of the blanket beneath him, he stifled a giggle as he could sense Rafe’s frustration.
“You motherfucker,” Rafe tried to sound madder than he was. He could feel the bed shake slightly as Sam was trying not to laugh. Rafe promptly slapped Sam square in the chest causing Sam out a winded laugh. “What was that for?” Sam laughed as he tried to rub away the stinging sensation on his chest. “Don’t play stupid with me Drake. You’re being a blanket hog, I just want to go back sleep Samuel,” Rafe whined as he flopped down onto the mattress in defeat. He crossed his arms on his chest feigning his upset. Sam shifted on the bed now facing Rafe, in one motion he tossed part of the blanket over his pouting husband.
“You know, you could have asked me nicely for the blanket instead of acting like a big baby,” Sam teased. Sam’s leg hooked around Rafe’s, and a warm hand snaked its way around Rafe’s waist pulling him towards Sam engulfing him in the other man’s body heat. “Mm, you still love me, don’t you?” Rafe quipped. “Oh, I don’t think I get much of a choice, do I?” Sam replied with a giggle.
“Oh, don’t even start,” Rafe giggled as he gently jabbed Sam’s ribs with his elbow. Sam laughed and pulled Rafe in for a brief kiss before snuggling against his husband. “You know I love you Rafe, I always do,” Sam said languidly. Rafe chuckled “I love you too Sam”. Sam’s grip around Rafe’s waist tightened in response to his sentiment. Moments passed and Rafe could hear Sam’s soft snores. The warmth engulfed Rafe’s senses and he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Okay, so I started reading the Moriarty The Patriot manga and... I've never really shipped Sherlock Holmes with any character before (sorry Watson, Moriarty and Irene in so many pieces of media), but this rendition of Sherlock and William James Moriarty? Yeah. They're in love and even if we never see them confess in so many words, they are perfect for each other.