I Ship Them - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
I made this on May 7th, at exactly 3:25 am because I couldn't sleep and was extremely bored, I posted it only to twitter but I think Tumblr should get to see it too
I LOVE THIS, I LOVE THIS, I LOVE THIS. AHHHHHHHHHHAJSKDOLFLAFKDJCNDJBURYWUQWIOQP!!!
get fuckinn sunbeamed
This fine piece of art lives rent free inside my head. A magnificent opus, I make sure to stare at it at least once per every day.
this is all my brain got from the death of the undying episode
Thank God she gave us another couple to talk about
I've finally had the chance to read Gold by Raven Kennedy and am I the only one who's more interested in Malina & Dommik over Auren & Slade?š
Yang and Blake are my babies
My angsty head-canon is that Blake still, even after volume 6, and after getting rid of Adam, continued to blame herself for what happened to Yang. To the point where, whenever they aren't busy saving Remnant and have time to themselves, Yang goes out to train, Blake follows after her. She lays down in an area where she can watch Yang; hear her sounds, the laughs she lets out when she, idk, uses brute force to cut down a tree! Her blonde her tied up for those few seconds. Red eyes glowing. Blakes' book would be forgotten, until Yang turns around to look at her, eyebrow raised; childish grin on her face. Blake's eyes drift down, her ears twitch.
She wouldn't look back up at her, but she would remember the moment they met. Yang asking her name, introducing herself, giving her hand out to shake. She would remember how she tried to ignore her, how dismissive she was, and how warm her hand felt. Blake would look up, staring at Yang, her hands, the way she moves with no hesitation, the sound of her punches. While her ears press against her head, she would stare, feeling guilty, knowing that Yang didn't blame her.
But each time she watched her train, she would think of the day she willingly refused to grasp her hand in her own. How she lost a single happy memory with her. I imagine when it gets that bad, Blake would walk over to Yang -- whose adrenaline at that point is through the roof, chest heaving, covered in sweat, hair flowing down her back in a nest of tangles. Saying nothing, Blake would stand in front of her, till Yang, smiles with complete joy, dragging Blake closer to her by her waist, pressing her hand against her dark hair. Breathing against her hair, while her heart and breathing rate calms down. While Blake wastes no time, hugging her back, promising to never let go of her.