I was tagged by @musa-aa Rules: answer the 20 questions and tag 20 followers Name: Butterfly Nickname: Smol Zodiac sign: Cancer Height: 5'3 Orientation: eh a little of this or that Nationality + ethnicity: Me dad’s a Muggle; Mum’s a witch. Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out. Favorite fruit: kiwi or pineapple Favorite season: Autumn Favorite book: Rainbow fish Favorite flower: dead ones Favorite scent: coconut Favorite color: the colors the ocean water looks like, black, and burgundy Favorite animal: giraffes and penguins Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: hot chocolate Average hours of sleep: lately 0-4 Cats or dogs: both but highly allergic to cats Number of blankets you sleep with: barely 1 Favorite dead celebrity: eh? Dream trip: one that doesn’t end Blog created: 2015 sometime? Number of followers: enough ☺️
•legit phil’s dream about dan losing his passport if you didn’t already believe phil lester is a psychic
•"that’s probs just a sfw version of whatever was actually going on inside your head" yes dan because obviously any dream of phil with you in it would be 11/10 nsfw
•"dan went pale. like the palest you’ve ever seen him. like his whole internet history had been leaked…“ #beemovieyaoi
•them literally screaming at each other like the married couple they are i can’t
•dan fucking left his passport in a pair of jeans @me
•"he was emptying his suitcase all over the street” take a moment to visualize this. okay we’re back!
•how many times have these two literally ran through airports can we count please
•they got on this fucking super late plane and slept none just to go to vidcon literally #commitment this is why i stan
•"i feel like it was all your fault" literally fuckin savage phil
•these two blaming each other for everything “yOu FoRgOt YoUr PaSsPoRt” “yOu GoT tHe CaR oFf By An HoUr” literally only married couples bicker like this fuck you @phantis
•dan knew it phil knew it we all knew it if you’re gonna let your fans decide anything phil’s going to win
•but every story has a moral. this story’s moral:
💫ALWAYS BELIEVE IN PHIL’S DREAMS!💫
Stiles can’t shower at his house anymore, not since the sacrifices. Just seeing the tub gives me flash backs to going under the water at Deaton’s, the thought of actually getting into one is enough to send him over the edge into a full on panic attack.
He showers in the locker room now, in the open space where he knows he can’t go under. He knows that it’s not a permanent solution, but for now it works.
After everything with the Nogitsune Stiles stands in the locker room showers for at least an hour. He can’t get the feel of blood off of his hands. He scrubs himself until he’s red, until his skin is tender to the touch, and then he scrubs more.
There were too many places with bad memories attached now, but Stiles gets through them, he has to. He still can’t look at a bathtub without feeling sick to his stomach. That’s where it started for him, that’s how the Nogitsune got in.
So he still showers at school, he avoids talking about his feelings and his struggles because it’s his fault that Allison is dead, that Isaac is gone, that Scott’s a werewolf. It’s all his fault and he knows that, so he stays strong and steady on the outside, if not a bit defiant.
It all works out fine until the school is locked for summer and Derek is missing and Lydia is grieving the death of her best friend so he can’t talk to her, and Scott is off trying to better himself so he can’t bother him.
After a week of sink showers Stiles finally gets an idea and breaks into the loft. Well breaks into is a very loose term, he has a key and he doesn’t think Derek would mind him using his shower.
That plan works well until Derek is back. By then the school is open again, but he knows that Derek can tell he’s been there. There’s no way he doesn’t smell Stiles in the bathroom, on the couch, in the bed.
But Derek doesn’t call him out on it, instead he squeezes Stiles neck and reminds him that his door is always open if he needs to get away. Stiles knows that if anyone would understand how he’s feeling, it would be Derek. He knows that, but he can’t bring himself to tell him anything.
He does go to the loft sometimes, mostly to use Derek’s shower and always when he knows Derek is out. That plan works as well as he other plans, meaning it’s great until it isn’t.
It’s a Sunday and Stiles is stepping out of a hot shower at the loft, he had a bad night, dreams of dead brown eyes and sticking swords into friends had kept him up. He had been alone when he got to the loft, but when he steps out of the bathroom Derek is sitting on the couch reading a book.
“None of this is your fault,” Derek tells him, not looking up from the book, “You didn’t ask to be possessed, you didn’t want to be sacrificed, none of this is on you.”
“Or is it all on me,” Stiles says, toweling his hair dry and looking at Derek, “If I hadn’t dragged Scott into the woods that first night none of this would have happened.”
“By that line of logic this is actually all my fault,” Derek says with a sigh, making Stiles think that Derek really believes that it’s his fault, “The fire never would have happened if it wasn’t for me.”
“We both know the fire would have happened without you,” Stiles says because it’s true.
“And if Scott hadn’t gotten bitten someone else would have,” Derek counters, “It’s not your fault.”
“Maybe,” Stiles says, sitting down next to Derek. It feels like the right time to tell someone why he can’t shower at home so he adds, “I can’t go near a bathtub after being sacrificed.”
“The smell of smoke still makes me sick,” Derek admits and Stiles bumps his shoulder against him. “We’ve all got our damage. You’re not letting yours keep you from living, that’s important.”
“You too,” Stiles tells him, “Maybe we can try to move forward from all of this shit together. It’s easier with someone else helping.”
“Yeah, it is,” Derek says quietly, looking at Stiles with a soft look that he’s only seen a few times before.
And maybe Stiles still can’t take a bath, but with Derek (and a therapists) help he starts taking showers in a bathtub. And maybe Derek can’t watch open flames, but he can smell smoke without throwing up because Stiles helps him open up (and takes him to therapy once a week).
They move forward together. And eventually they’re both well enough emotionally to admit that they love each other. Every day is a journey for them, but they’re on that journey together, that’s what matters.
there is nothing more beautiful to me than a relationship portrayed on tv as something rooted purely in friendship and understanding and just a mutual respect of one another. Something where two people can always rely on each other, can make each other laugh, can be their best and worse selves around each other and not feel ashamed. Something healthy and realistic and honest and not depicted as an “epic true love” that is toxic and harmful and only ever requires sacrifice. there is absolutely nothing more beautiful than watching healthy relationships develop and grow and become even better.
❝ What are you doing here? ❞
❝ You must go. Save yourself. Only you can resurrect me. ❞
❝ By eating the sacred scarabs, I would be cursed to stay alive forever. And by eating me, they were cursed just the same. ❞
❝ I knew this was gonna be a lousy day. ❞
❝ Personally, I would like to surrender. Why can we not just surrender? ❞
❝ Then let’s run away. Right now. While we can still make it. ❞
❝ Now gimme your revolver, you’ll never use it anyway. ❞
❝ Let’s play dead, huh? Nobody ever does that anymore. ❞
❝ What are ya doing?! Wait up! ❞
❝ I’m gonna get you for this! ❞
❝ I’m sorry, it was an accident. ❞
❝ Have you no respect for the dead? ❞
❝ Where did you get this? ❞
❝ Two questions. Who the hell is Seti the First? And was he rich? ❞
❝ As the Americans would say: it’s all fairy tales and hokum. ❞
❝ I’m sure it was a fake, anyway. ❞ ❝ You lied to me! ❞ ❝ I lie to everybody, what makes you so special? ❞ ❝ And what is he in prison for? ❞ ❝ He said… he was just looking for a good time. ❞ ❝ What did you find? What did you see? ❞ ❝ Get me the hell outta here. ❞ ❝ I will give you one hundred pounds to spare his life. ❞ ❝ Yeah, I’d like ya to let me go. ❞ ❝ Then we will kill her, we will kill her and all those with her. ❞ ❝ For all the money we’re paying you, something better god-damned well be under that sand. ❞ ❝ Do you really think he’ll show up? ❞ ❝ Personally, I think he’s filthy, rude and a complete scoundrel. I don’t like him one bit. ❞ ❝ I have come to protect my investment, thank you very much. ❞ ❝ I only gamble with my life, never my money. ❞
❝ What makes you so confident, sir? ❞ ❝ Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya. ❞ ❝ Still angry that I kissed ya, huh? ❞ ❝ The last time I was at that place everybody I was with died.
❞ ❝ By the way,… why did you kiss me? ❞ ❝ You always did have more balls than brains. ❞ ❝ Can you swim? ❞ ❝ Americans. ❞ ❝ I can’t believe the price of these fleabags. ❞ ❝ All night you snored!
❞ ❝ What in bloody hell is this? ❞ ❝ Ah, begging your pardon, but shouldn’t we be going? ❞ ❝ You boys owe me five hundred dollars. ❞ ❝ Where’d all these camels come from? ❞ ❝ That thing gives me the creeps. ❞
❝ What are those mirrors for? ❞ ❝ Who cares? I don’t see no treasure. ❞ ❝ You’re welcome to my share of the spider webs. ❞ ❝ Mummies, my good son, this is where they made the mummies. ❞ ❝ Ya scared the bejeezus out of us. ❞ ❝ I’ve had worse. ❞ ❝ Let’s be nice, children, if we’re going to play together, we must learn to share. ❞ ❝And when those dirty Yanks go to sleep – No offence. ❞ ❝ We’ll sneak up and steal that book right out from under them. ❞ ❝ What do you suppose killed him? ❞ ❝ I believe if I can see it and I can touch it, then it’s real. That’s what I believe. ❞ ❝ Why do you like to fight so much? ❞ ❝ LEAVE THIS PLACE!… LEAVE THIS PLACE DIE! ❞ ❝ For them to protect it like this, you just know there’s got to be treasure down there. ❞ ❝ …I am a librarian! ❞
❝ I can’t believe I allowed the two of you to get me drunk. ❞ ❝ You dream about dead guys? ❞ ❝ Stupid superstitious bastard. ❞ ❝ Oh my god, he was buried alive. ❞ ❝ What are you going to do? Shoot him? ❞ ❝ Did you see that!? Grasshoppers! Billions of grasshoppers! ❞ ❝ That’s one of the plagues, right? The grasshopper plague! ❞ ❝ Oh thank goodness, you’re one of the Americans, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ RUN, YOU SONS-A-BITCHES! RUUUUN! ❞ ❝ Help me,… please,… help me. ❞ ❝ No mortal weapons can kill this creature. He is not of this world. ❞ ❝ You left me! You left me in the desert to rot. ❞ ❝ Sweet Jesus! That tasted just like,…like… ❞ ❝ You saved me from the undead. For this, I shall make you immortal. ❞ ❝ There’s only one person I know who can possibly give us some answers. ❞
❝ And you think this justifies killing innocent people!? ❞ ❝ Okay, let’s cut to the chase. He’s afraid of cats, what’s that about? ❞ ❝ The hell with that! I’m not goin’ nowhere! We’re safe here. ❞ ❝ What friend? You’re my only friend. ❞ ❝ What are you looking for? Lie, and I’ll slit your throat. ❞ ❝ Something about bringing his dead girly-friend back to life. He needs the book… ❞ ❝ Ya know, ever since I met you, my luck has been for crap. ❞ ❝ The hell with this. I’m goin, downstairs to get me a drink. You want somethin’? ❞ ❝ Yeah, get me a glass of bourbon, a shot of bourbon and a bourbon chaser. ❞ ❝ Jealous? You kiddin’ me? Did you see that guy’s face? ❞ ❝ Is it dangerous? ❞ ❝ Save the damsel in distress, kill the bad guy and steal his treasure. ❞ ❝ You know, nasty little fellows such as yourself, always get their comeuppance. ❞ ❝ From now on, don’t touch anything. Not a damn thing. Keep your hands off the furniture, got it? ❞ ❝ He wants your heart and your brain, your liver, your kidneys… ❞
❝ I never killed a priest before. ❞ ❝ Kill them! Kill them all! And bring me the Book Of The Living! ❞ ❝ This just keeps gettin, better and better. ❞ ❝ Death is only the beginning. ❞ ❝ Well,… I guess we go home empty handed. ❞
The moment Takeshi learned of Yuuri’s ginormous crush on Victor Nikiforov, he lifted Yuuri’s sweatshirt, took a big handful of belly, and shouted loud enough to wake Yuuri’s dead grandmother, “Keep dreaming, round boy! Victor would never want a tubbo like you!”
Oh, but if only Takeshi knew that Victor Nikiforov not only wants a tubbo like Yuuri but that he cried when Yuuri announced that it was time to drop the weight in preparation for the new season. Cried actual tears. The kind of tears usually reserved for deaths in the family or losing everything in a fire. The kind he shed when he thought Yuuri was breaking up with him. Bitter, heart-wrenching tears that leave him red-faced and heaving, then stumbling around hours later, wrung completely dry.
To be fair, Victor cries like that about literally everything—Yuuri landing a quad, surprise candlelight dinners, children in oversized parkas, murals that feature the color cerulean, dogs in movies (not just when they die, but when they’re there at all), the fourth ringtone on his new phone, daffodils, the word ‘sorbet’, and aerosol deodorant—but what Takeshi doesn’t know won’t prove him right, so.
“Maybe you can postpone it another week,” Victor mumbles into the kitchen table, where he fell into a chair and just sort of… deflated everywhere. He’s lying on top of the newspaper. Yuuri really wants to read it.
“You told Yurio he should’ve started training two weeks ago.”
Victor gives a despondent shrug. “He should’ve. Instead he’s been spending all his time Skyping with that degenerate.”
“You love Otabek. You hugged him and said you were proud to welcome him to the family, then you dumped a bag of condoms in his lap and cried because—and I quote—you were trusting him to take care of your most precious child.” And then a mortified, blushing Yurio slammed the airport shuttle door on Victor’s fingers.
Victor’s bandaged hand lifts and cuts through the air as though it were a tiny boat sailing on a choppy sea. Yuuri isn’t entirely sure what it means, but whatever it is? It’s suitably dramatic. “Yurio’s different.”
“Except not really.” Across the table, Yuuri studies the part in his hair, which looks a little… wider than usual. And sadder. It looks like a frown. He wants to lean forward to touch it, but that would do nothing except set Victor off again, and at the moment there isn’t enough fluid in Victor’s body to sustain him as it is. Instead, he pushes his own glass of orange juice toward him. “Vitya, please, drink something and replenish, would you? I don’t want to even think about what the headlines would say tomorrow if I let you pass out while we’re running this evening.”
At that, Victor lifts his head. Yuuri could skate an entire program based on the sheer betrayal on Victor’s face. “We’re running already? But we can’t! Not yet! I'm—You’re not ready. Another week. I’m putting my foot down, as your coach.”
“You’re a terrible coach,” Yuuri says. “I mean that. I want that on record. I can’t believe I’ve put my career in your hands. Can I fire you?”
“I’m a good husband, though, so it all cancels out,” Victor points out, which, okay, fair point. And he proves it by sliding both of his hands across the table and making grabby motions with his fingers. Well, one hand does. The bandaged one looks like a mummified sock puppet. “Don’t leave meeeeee.”
“I’m not leav—” Yuuri pauses, then rolls his eyes so hard he’s almost positive that he sprains something. “Oh. You were talking to my—”
It comes out on the back of a long, sinuous whine. At Yuuri’s feet, Makkachin stirs, and he places his foot gently on her back and rubs until she settles. “I’m not going to bust my ass twice as hard just so you can manhandle me whenever you want.”
Victor’s head thunks back onto the table between his outstretched arms. “But you’re so soft and squishy, and it’s my favorite, and soon you’re going to be all bony and hard.”
“You’ve never once complained about me being hard,” Yuuri deadpans, then hides his face in his hands, because honestly. Victor cackles dementedly. “Look, I know you like my… well. I appreciate it, but I really need to start training yesterday if we’re going for the gold.”
Victor throws himself off of the table and drapes himself backward over his chair with a groan that honestly deserves an award. “Fine! Fine. Nobody ever told me that so much of being married is making sacrifices.”
It would be so easy for Yuuri to just turn his head and stare at the framed cross-stitch on the microwave that reads Sacrifice is one of the purest and most selfless ways to love someone. Practice it daily. Instead, he nudges the glass of juice a little closer, because, well. Sacrifice.
“Buck up,” Yuuri says cheerfully. “I’ll be back to being squishy before you know it.”
With a grumble, Victor reaches for the glass.
And while no one could ever accuse Yuuri of being the type to hold a grudge, he can’t deny the small, dark part of him that wants to call up Takeshi right this second and crow, “Round Boy got his, you jerk!”
The winner of the Second Annual Kyoto Animation Awards honorable mention award, “High Speed” served as the foundation for the TV anime series “Free!”
It was the story of young boys enthusiasm and delicate feelings towards swimming, but it is now being reconstructed into two movies, and will appear on screen along with new scenes added in!
Having once stood at a standstill, Haruka spends an irreplaceable time with his friends Makoto, Nagisa, and Rei in Free! -Timeless Medley- Bonds.
Rin who has decided to keep swimming to pursue his dream, remembers the past with Sousuke in Free! -Timeless Medley- Promise.
and finally, there will be a story where Haruka and the rest will set off towards the future. In the movie Free! -Take Your Marks- they’ll move towards a brand new starting block!
Nanase Haruka, a young boy with a special relationship with water, quit swimming because of a certain circumstance.
Haruka wanted to be free and not tied down to anything, but Makoto was with him no matter what, and he reunited with his underclassman Nagisa at Iwatobi High School, and then he met Rei who reminded him of the importance of friends, and so he begins swimming again.
Then comes his final summer of high school where he wants spend it with the best of friends. Even though Haruka says he wants to swim for his friends in the moment, he couldn’t concentrate to do it.
Haruka couldn’t see himself in a future after this and was lost. This puts him at odds with Makoto and the rest who are worried about him.
This is the story of Haruka being able to form strong ‘bonds’ with his irreplaceable friends, leading him to see a new sight standing on a new starting block.
Matsuoka Rin is a young boy who has decided to pursue his dead father’s dream of swimming competitively on the world stage. Rin, who holds special feelings towards the medley relay that his father also swam in, has a fight with his best friend Sousuke over their difference in opinion after swimming together in a relay. In the end, Rin decides to go find new teammates in order to swim in the best medley relay.
Determined to go to an even higher place Rin heads off for Australia. There he learns the true level of swimming on the world stage, and suffers a bitter setback. After returning home, in order to obtain his true strength at Samezuka Academy, he needs a team.
In the spring of his third year of high school, he is suddenly reunited with Sousuke. Rin is happy to be able to swim on the same team as him again, but Sousuke has a reason he’s decided to spend his final year of high school at Samezuka Academy that he won’t tell anyone…
Rin is swimming straight forward to pursue his dream, but this is the story of him facing his 'promise’ to his one and only best friend.
It’s been ten years since Special Agent Dale Cooper vanished from the town of Twin Peaks. Audrey never truly moved on from his disappearance, or forgave the FBI for forgetting him so quickly. No one in Audrey’s department of the bureau will acknowledge him or what happened in that quiet little town in the mountains.
So, when two agents named Fox Mulder and Dana Scully take an interest in the case, Audrey can’t help but follow their progress. She knows Agent Cooper isn’t dead. He’s in her dreams, every night - willing her to come and find him.
You and Sam looked around the hallway you were standing in; there was nothing special about it. Just a hallway of what appeared to be an empty factory. Glancing over at Sam, you nodded at each other, silently communicating that you should move.
The two of you were looking for Dean who had been taken by the djinn who fed off of fear. Sam had killed it a day ago but Dean never woke up, which led to where you are now; walking in Dean’s nightmare, trying to find him so that he could wake himself up.
You had just turned the corner when you heard a voice chuckling from what sounded below you. Sam heard it too because he glanced at you before walking to the railing to view what was going on below you.
Your eyes widened as you took in the scene; the dream’s version of you and Sam were each tied to a chair while Dean stood five feet in front of you. A man, a demon with black eyes showing, stood off to the side a few feet away.
“The hell?” You heard Sam say next to you.
“What is going-” You began but stopped when you heard the demon begin to speak.
“Alright Dean, choose. Do you want to save your brother, the one you raised and spent your entire life looking after.” The demon paused, “Or your little half sister who you didn’t even know about until the apocalypse? Your choice.” He said while handing Dean a gun, “You better choose quickly, otherwise I might just kill them both.”