#therevoltion

[harocat]

therevoltion Let Yuuri win the Olympics so Viktor can kiss his medal in front of the whole world!

Yes! Plus like twenty kajillion people watch that broadcast in five hundred and seventy-five thousand countries?? Good, yes. Perfect place for him to kiss his gold medal (and kiss him too). 

[jinlian]

Victor's pure heart isn't appreciated enough.

HE IS THE PUREST SOUL WHO CARES SO MUCH ABOUT HIS FANS AND THE PEOPLE AROUND HIM HE JUST WANTS TO GET MARRIED AND LIVE IN BLISS WITH HIS WORLD-RECORD-HOLDING HUSBAND AND HIS DOG

[teslad00dles]

Draw you and I living together with 100000 butt lamps.

imagine having an entire corridor of colorful asses......

[power-handmaiden]

Gonna have to agree with 6

welp, I guess this is where I stand now ‘u’a

[power-handmaiden]

therevoltion replied to your post:what are 3 things u associate with me

G, A, Y

Best answer.

[power-handmaiden]

Fight me!

[power-handmaiden]

Modern adoribull! ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡

:D

who the fuck put the peeps in the microwave

Bull, at first. Until he introduces peep jousting. Then, they’re both invested.

who forgot to put the cat outside before sex

gonna have to go with Dorian, Bull wouldn’t necessarily care that the cat’s there, but he’s so aware of his surroundings, he wouldn’t forget.

who posts vines of the other doing embarrassing shit

Dorian. No contest.

who breaks the most phones

gonna have to go with Dorian again. Just the occasional stupid accident. Ran into a lamppost while taking a selfie, RIP Dorian’s phone. Whereas Bull doesn’t use his phone as often (and tries to keep it somewhere it won’t get easily broken in a fistfight)

who dies first

Bull :(

which one I could see as being lactose intollerant

probably Bull? I headcanon Qunari not having much in the way of dairy, they have coconut milk, it’s way more efficient to farm

who thinks they can do something really well even though they can’t

.....honestly I’m stumped on this question, this is the one that’s been making me take so long on this post, even if they can each come off as arrogant in their own way they’re both so mindful of their personal weaknesses, idk man idk

who is more likely to get kicked out of the bed

Always Bull.

who uses the computer most

Bull! Dorian can do any Computer Stuff he needs on his phone (and Bull has more of a social media presence)

[justjasper]

9, adoribull

things you said when i was crying

Dorian Pavus does not cry prettily. Perhaps if he did, he’d be more inclined to let himself weep, for the perfect dramatic flair a situation might call for. As it stands, his makeup smears, his eyes go red, and his nose runs - especially problematic with a moustache. Then there’s the way his lip curls up when he’s  really going for it, crying proper, revealing mercifully great teeth but twisting his face into a severe grimace.

It’s the reason he doesn’t want the man he’s been fucking to see him crying. Terribly off-putting, to see someone who has put a damn good effort into riding one’s cock, blubbering and snotty. 

Which is, in turn, is precisely the reason, combined with a Maker with a terrible sense of humour, that he starts crying in the Iron Bull’s room. He’s drunk, which he’s been with more frequency since returning from Redcliffe, not usually this sloppy of a drunk but it has been a long time since he’s actively drunk to forget. 

It’s all going well, being led to Bull’s room, the man’s eyes lingering on him, kisses sweet like the wine he’s been imbibing, and then it’s not.

“Fuck me. Fuck Tevinter, but fuck me.”

Bull leans back, leaving Dorian held up between his thigh and the door at his back. 

“I’m not going to fuck you, you’re very drunk.”

“You’ve fucked me drunk before.”

“Not this drunk.”

“Katoh. I remember, see? Let’s proceed.”

“I’m saying no, Dorian.”

Dorian bursts into tears.

Bull winces, but doesn’t startle, as if he’s expecting something as ludicrous. He moves Dorian over to the bed and sits him on the edge, where he sniffles and presses the heels of his palms against his eyes, already leaking tears. It’s ridiculous, to cry now, over what is undoubtedly a sensible call, but it hurts to be rejected.

Bull runs a hand down his back but Dorian shrugs away, wiping at his nose as he frees his eyes to glare at him.

“Why did you bring me here if you weren’t going to use me?”

He almost misses the way Bull’s lips press thin, but it’s gone in an instant as he cants his eyebrows up.

“You’re probably going to need someone to clean sick out of your moustache.”

“I’m fine,” he chokes out. “I’m fine.” He’s still sobbing. Brilliant.

“I’ve seen you look finer.”

Hideous, he knows it. The sobs come afresh when Bull hands him a huge handkerchief, and he blows his nose noisily.

“I should leave, if you won’t have me.”

“How about you stay here?”

Dorian whines, because even The Iron Bull won’t want him after this wretched display. He expected their last night to at least contain a round of goodbye sex. He blows his nose loudly again, as the bed dips and Bull sits beside him.

“Maybe I’ll fuck you in the morning, when you’re sober.”

He must be drunk, because the offer seems almost sweet. Drunk is usually good enough, and certainly none of his past lays had ever offered to clean vomit from his face. He’d left his homeland out of wanting to expect more, and here he was years later surprised by the concept.

“I will hold you to it,” Dorian says, sniffling as he leans his head against Bull’s shoulder.