actually best friends

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Phichit might be the biggest Victuuri shipper, but there’s no way he’s going to let Victor whisk his best friend off to Russia before a few rounds of merciless teasing.


Phichit: And then he started crying! I can’t believe he felt threatened over that. It’s like he forgot he’s the one you’re choosing to marry!

Yuuri: Ha ha…Victor can be a bit extra sometimes.

Phichit: Yes, he is. You two are made for each other.

Yuuri: ?

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sorry but it will be really hard for season 9 to top this iconic adorable moment

theres no such thing as overkill. if the thing i wanted dead is dead, then it was exactly the right amount of kill
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I brought some oranges to work yesterday but didn’t eat them so this may have happened =D

how is it that everyone’s best friend is an asshole?? statistically speaking, there should be some best friends out there who are not huge jerks

anonymous asked:

do some matt and neil best friend headcanons

oh my god idk i’ve already received and written a lot about them which you can see in my brosten tag but i’ll t ry

  • matt has a pinterest board dedicated to unflattering pictures of neil he finds on the internet entitled “my mans”
  • personally i love the headcanon that neil gets signed to matt’s pro team before he joins andrew’s can u imagine how much shit these two would get into 
    • can u imagine matt enabling neil at press conferences oh my god
  • matt practically lives at neil’s apartment during this time and oh boy
    • neither of them can cook, it’s lucky that matt has a full exy player’s salary bc they literally just eat takeout
    • matt giving neil piggybacks so he can reach the top of the shelves to dust
    • matt popping up at his door at headass o’clock after an incredible game’s just been aired so he can talk to neil about it
  • when neil moves away to join andrew’s team they schedule fortnightly skype sessions 
    • matt: no, you hang up first 
    • neil: [hangs up]
  • matt getting neil into star wars and maybe neil’s not 100% into it but matt’s such a loser for this franchise that he lets matt take him to marathon screenings and he even buys him tickets to a premier for his birthday
  • also matt definitely cries the day he asks neil to be his best man at his and dan’s wedding
  • matt refers to neil’s cats as neil’s kids like
    • “thank you for looking after the kids last week, i’ll return the favour i promise” “i don’t have kids, matt” “are u sure about that”
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Hey, after all the times I screwed up and you two were there for me? It’s the least I can do.

  • Kisame: Do you want a churro, Itachi?
  • Itachi: No.
  • Kisame: Okay, let me rephrase that. Do you want me to get a churro, you lick off all the sugar, then set it down and say, "I hate churros anyway." and then I have to get a new one for myself because your saliva is all over it?
  • Itachi: ...
  • Itachi: ....yes.
  • Kisame: That's what I fucking thought.

The other day I realised that the Norwegian version of the Pokémon theme makes very little sense and that it’s even worse when it’s directly translated back into English… So here’s… A treat…

I’m going out on an adventure now,
For I have received a calling
To catch some weird animals t
hat live inside a ball

Travel over land and beach
Out on a never ending hunt
Yes, Pokémon, see it’s possible
To use their power

Pokémon
Catch me and you

Cause that is what I must
Pokémon
You my best friend
On my earth I love them
Pokémon
I get so fed up
For the strength will show the way
You give me and I give you
Pokémon
Catching all, catching all now

anonymous asked:

Small request- brainweird symmetra and Junkrat sharing tips and tricks (how to fight overstimulation, ocd frustration, etc.)? Your posts have me craving this weird ass friendship between the two and I can't get enough honestly

He liked the workshop. It was dark and cool there, shiny tools in neat rows. It was easy to lose hours down there, tinkering with his bombs and mines till Roadhog showed up to drag him off to dinner. It was his domain. Alright, he’d grudgingly admit Torbjorn had been using it longer, and the bots drifted in and out for repairs, but in his heart of hearts, it was his safe space.

The door opened and he shot it an offended glare.

“Hello, Mr Fawkes.”

“Oh, gidday, ‘Metra. Didn’t know it was you.”
“Am I intruding?”

“Nah, go ahead.”

She took the spare bench next to his, the others crowded with Reinhardts armour, awaiting repairs. Mechanical hand glowing, she conjured a seat and a turret, setting to work. Junkrat found his eyes drawn to the turret, a shining treasure that would have been stolen within minutes back home.

“How do those even work?”

She summoned one on the desk in front of him, eyes still locked on her work.

“Feel free to examine it, if you wish.”

“Cheers!”

There were no seams in the little thing, and he was forced to shatter the casing with a hammer to fiddle with the glowing wires. A soft noise caught his attention, and he glanced over. Symmetra was rocking gently in her seat, swaying more pronounced as she lost herself in her careful adjustments. Looking over, she caught his glance and froze like she’d been caught doing something wrong.

“Oh! P-please forgive my dreadful lapse in concentration. I don’t know what you must think of me…”

Junkrat shrugged, reaching into his pocket.

“No worries, mate. I getcha. 'Ere, have a look at what Roadie bought me a while ago. Called a “stim cube”.”

He tossed the grimy little cube at her and she primly caught it in a field. Buttons, clickers and rollers occupied each side of the little gadget.

“'E said it was better than me getting riled up and blowing something up. I still blow shit up, mind, but not so much these days. Ya can keep that if you like, I can get another.”

“No need.”

A flick of her wrist had a perfect hardlight copy floating next to its grubby twin, and she sent the original back.

“Cheers!”

She held up the little cube and turned it over in her hands. It had smooth edges that felt good against her fingertips. Her thumb found the roller and the motion appealed, smooth and even and repetitive.  A rhythm to it, almost. She found herself humming softly as her thumb worked the roller and her free hand made adjustments to her work.

She could get used to this.

do yall ever feel like some people are just so out of your league and i don’t mean like in a dating sense i mean like when you wanna be friends with someone but you’re just so terrified of them cause you’re like a giant heap of garbage compared to this person and when i say you i mean me and by this person i mean literally everyone who’s ever been nice to me