#anna yes

[stagefoureds]

AVERY NO

(guess why)

I KNEW it was you 😏 I'll make a lucky guess and pick Marketing and Pubic Relations lmao

[nashiekoots]

Tweek is a hardcore survivalist. He knows how to make shelter, build a fire, hunt, and forage. It’s mostly a result of his fear of waking up in the wild with no hope of returning to civilization.

Okay yes this!! I can absolutely see him having one of those emergency kits under his bed and it’s just filled with stuff he would need to survive in the wild or if the world was going to end!

[fluffymoe]

@manicpixiedreampharaoh reijis foot wrists just for you  💓 💓 💓 💓 💓

[somepinkthing]

so if we look at the clans as surrogate families, then no matter which way you spin it neko, anna, and fushimi are the spoiled youngest in their respective “families” aren’t they?

:)

[ignisleaena]

“Anna. No.”

[jadedcryptic]

Anna, No

[blunaowl]

When The Drum Major's Not Home

So… I read A Date With The Drum Major (by arendelledrummajor) a couple of days ago (I didn’t realise I needed a Frozen/Marching Band AU until I randomly saw some fanart for it) and it did make me roffle quite heartily, I must say.

Elsanna’s not my thing, but I love marching bands, having been a drummer myself in school (though not in a drumline - don’t ‘ave them in’t UK, not in my part of it anyway!), so many boxes were ticked that evening. :D

I actually played trombone for a while as well, and I think if I’d heard this particular riff back then I’d have immediately learnt. From what I’ve read of ADWTDM Flynn, I reckon he would have traded his trumpet for a few minutes too.

[counterpunches]

Meme thing! "I’m gonna be sick."

(This is crazy late, I wanted to post this on Thanksgiving, but in true me-fashion, it took me a lot longer. I’m two weeks late, but pretend its still Thanksgiving.)

November was blowing fierce, and Anna impatiently tried to brush the hair away from her face as corners of her braid kept getting stuck in her mouth. Pulling her scarf tighter, Anna squinted at the foes surrounding her. They’d come to a clearing not too far from the woods, and Anna could hear the squeals and laughter of children playing nearby and she vowed to keep the situation in front of her as contained as possible.

 Leaves crunched underfoot as she shifted her weight, stalling as she calculated her next move. A twig snapped from her left and Anna whipped her head to face the large man as he approached.

"Don’t you dare take one more step forward, I mean it," she hissed angrily. Sweat cooled rapidly on her neck in the late fall wind, and Anna felt her heartbeat quicken once more as the man took another step.

 "All right, Princess," the man said, and Anna glared. She stuck her jaw out, glared daggers through her eyes, and growled - actually growled - before she ran at him headfirst with a fierce cry.

Eyes widening, the man stuck out his arm and caught her right in the stomach. Despite all her tenacity and ferocity, Anna dropped like a ton of bricks. As she lay gasping for air, Kristoff shouted and rushed over to her, sliding on the grass in a rush. “Anna! Anna, are you alright?”

"I’m gonna be sick" Anna wheezed, "Geez, are you made out of, rocks?!” as Kristoff kneeled over her, worriedly checking for injury. “I’m fine,” she said, flapping his hands away. She brushed some leaves from off her shoulder and sat up straight. “I think I married a boulder instead of a human being.” Gesturing with her hand for a help up, Krist­off lifted Anna like nothing and placed her back on her feet. “You definitely take after your mothers’ side of the family.”

"Hey, they’re stocky.”

"Whatever, you’re all built like rocks to me," Anna grumbled, brushing dirt and leaves off her pants.

"And how are you still laughing,” she huffed at her sister, doubled over laughing.

Elsa straightened up and threw her head back before wiping away tears. “Oh, Anna,” she wheezed, “Oh, you should’ve seen it. You went down so hard, oh god, I’ve never seen anything-” she managed to get out before clutching her stomach and devolving into howls again.

“Har, har,” Anna grumbled as she swiped up the football that dropped in the wake of her failed tackle.

Kristoff’s shoulders started to tremble and he bite his lip to keep from giggling but at a particularly sharp look from Anna, straightened up and cleared his throat. “Sorry,” he grinned, “But I mean, it was pretty funny-” Anna’s glare deepens and he quickly adds “You know, only now that you’re okay and all.”

Elsa is still laughing and Kristoff just chuckles and pulls Anna into a hug. She fake-struggles, but his arms are so big, like two huge freaking Christmas hams wrapped tight around her. With no escape, she gives up as he kisses her forehead. “You’re a ridiculous idiot sometimes but boy do you make us laugh.”

She pulls onto the lapels of his cardigan as he threads his fingers through her hair and leans down for a kiss. She melts, bringing her hands up around his, and marvels at his warmth despite the cold day.

“Well, I do aim to entertain,” she says through her smile.

Kristoff tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear and plucks out a stray twig. “There’s no shortage of that,” he smiles and leans down for another kiss but Anna pulls away and quirks an eyebrow, “As long as we’re clear you owe me one hell of a massage later on, mister.”

“Anna, you ran into me, remember?”

“I’ll make it worth your while, I promise. You’re going to want me back at full capacity by the end of Thanksgiving Weekend.”

“Oh?” he asks with a grin.

“Oh yeah. Let’s just say you’ll have a lot to be thankful for,” she winks back.