and i'm off

ok but seriously, other important things that happened this episode:

  • Viktor has no idea who JJ Leroy is
  • Litterally everyone else hates JJ Leroy
  • Viktor admires Phichit’s selfie talent
  • Pichit and Yuuri’s friendship in Detroit
  • Yuuri brings Viktor things in his life
  • Yuuri does in fact already follow Instagram………. (or was that twitter) and he follows everyone even JJ and Yurio. yuuri let us see your account 
  • Yuuri is completely unfazed at Viktor and Chris’ pictures
  • Viktor has a weird accent while yelling that he’s cold and wants a bath, was that him actually speaking Japanese in-universe? We know Yuuri has been picking up a few words of Russian, that’d be so cute! (also completely unsurprising that that’s what Viktor picked up)
  • Yuuri does casual touching
  • Yuuri demands stuff, including tourist stuff => he gave Viktor pointers on how to help him beat his stress this time! And sooo many of Viktor’s narration-only comments about Yuuri that he doesn’t voice out loud are so… cute…
  • Yurio… made … a friend…….
  • seriously though the friendships in this episode???
  • “Yuratchko”
  • Yuuri and Viktor are capable of hanging around in calm silence now, that’s true love
  • Phichit’s reaction is so perfect, just 500% happy for his good friend
  • as has been my favorite sentence all week: “it’s legal in Spain”
  • Yuuri tries to deny it like 3 separate times but when Viktor says they’ll get married, he doesn’t.
  • Viktor believing in Yuuri more than Yuuri believes in himself (re: the gold)
  • … i’m pretty sure that “owner” wasn’t
    about the owner of the ring
  • The seagulls. The seagulls remind Viktor of Hasetsu. Not of St-Petersburg. Hasetsu. This is one of the most subtle and beautiful ways to show the shift into what he thinks of as “home”……….. (And Yurio too!!!!)
  • Mila and Sara are both at the Grand Prix Final and are still a thing
  • … why the hell is Emil there
    Guang-Hong and Leo are still a thing
  • Georgi moved on from Anya!!!!! … and is giving Yurio and Viktor payback by not watching the GPF
  • Mila and possibly Sara were at the infamous banquet as well.
  • I’m pretty sure we can tell which pictures are on whose phone going off the homescreens? I think the first series is Viktor’s, then Chris has a LOT, IS THAT YURIO LAST AREN’T THOSE PIROZHKIS
  • no but seriously it explains so much random shit
  • makkacchin is in next episode?

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End of the Day

Bucky x reader

Warnings: kissy kiss kiss (fluff)

Prompt: You help Bucky calm down

Originally posted by wintersthighs

You finally had a night to yourself. Everyone in the tower was gone and you could finally sit down and rest. 

The T.V. was all yours, no one to fight over the remote with. You only had to cook for yourself, something you haven’t been able to do since you moved in. 

Everyone was to be gone until morning, so you took advantage of every aspect of the tower. The couch was covered in blankets, your favorite movie was on, and you were happy. 

But of course, all good things must come to an end. 

The light of the room was flicked on, in coming a very out of breath Bucky. “What are you-” 

You were cut off by Bucky rushing to you and wrapping you into his arms. His entire body was shaking, and you could tell that he had just relapsed into a fit of memories from before Steve found him and brought him to the tower. 

You two were close, to say the least. You found him in the kitchen in the early hours of the morning after he had a nightmare. You were an insomniac who rarely slept early, and it almost became routine to meet him in the kitchen at 3 in the morning. 

You never wanted to sleep, but you always tried to so you would have more energy for him. 

You learned his likes and dislikes, you learned how to calm him down and he was grateful for you. No one knew how to do it except for you.

His chest heaved, but you slowly wrapped your arms around his muscular body and rubbed his back comfortingly. “I was-” he choked on his words, “I was just at the gas station and he looked exactly like him. The man at the register.” 

You opened up the blanket, allowing him to crawl in next to you and curl into your side. “Looked like who?” You questioned, leaning into him because human contact helped him best. 

“Zola. He looked just like him.” 

You sighed, resting your cheek on the top of his head. “He’s dead, Buck. You don’t have to worry about him anymore.” 

“I’m still so scared.” He muttered, his face resting in the crook of your neck. 

You felt bad for him, but you weren’t giving him pity because he hated that. He wanted someone who was going to be there when he needed it but treated him as they would anyone else at any other time of the day. You were that person for him. He could come to you for anything and he knew you wouldn’t coddle him when he didn’t want it. 

“You don’t need to be, you’re safe now.” You whispered, running your fingers through his hair. 

He sniffled, “Thank you.” 

“It’s what I’m here for, Bucky.” 

The two of you stayed like that for a bit, waiting until he had calmed down before he sighed. 

He crawled up, sitting up straight and allowing you to pull away from him. “I’m sorry I ruined your alone time. I’ll leave you be.” 

You were about to let him walk out of the room but you knew you couldn’t, “No Bucky. Stay with me, watch the movie.” 

He turned back to you, a slight smile on his face, “You sure?” 

“Of course.” 

As he rushed back to the couch you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach. He pulled off his shoes and sat next to you, pulling you closer to him. 

This was the first time you were cradled by him and not the other way around. Not that you were complaining. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., lights please.” 

The lights turned off and the light of the T.V. was the only thing that illuminated the room. You glanced up at his face, watching as his eyelashes had perfectly cast a shadow on his cheeks. The scruff on his face had a sudden appeal to you, almost melting you at the sight. 

You moved your eyes away from him as he turned to you, barely being able to keep your mind on the words being said in the movie. You could only feel his breathing underneath you. 

It’s not like this was the first time you had felt like this. 

“I don’t get it, why are they singing? They’re in a high school can’t they just talk?” Bucky said, his brows furrowed at the television as Grease played. 

“That would make the movie awfully more boring.” You responded, smiling at him while you pushed your attraction to him away. 

“It would make it realistic.” 

“Realism is boring.” You bit back, sitting up and staring into his eyes. 

His eyes turned to slits, but you didn’t notice as your eyes became focused on his lips. 

He saw this as an opportunity, and took his bottom lip in between his teeth with a smirk. You swallowed, turning back to the movie and watching the sleepover scene. 

“Nuh-uh, I saw what you were looking at.” Bucky teased, his teeth shining. 

“Shut up, Bucky.” 

“You want to kiss me, don’t you?” He chuckled. 

“Would you please just shut u-”

Your sentence was cut off by his lips connecting to yours. He leaned forward, pushing you onto your back and crawling on top of you. 

You were in complete shock, there was no possible way this was actually happening. You couldn’t believe it, and as he was about to pull away you began kissing him back with as much force as he had used on you. 

His hands held your hips down and your arms wrapped around his neck to keep him close to you. 

Before you could fully slip into bliss, he pulled away. 

“It’s okay,” he smiled, “because I wanted to kiss you too.” 

If you STILL haven’t let jesus into your hearts by believing that Alex Danvers is a bottom, here is the only proof you need.

It’s the hand test, and it NEVER LIES. The rules are simple: when you hold hands with someone, whose hand naturally falls on top? Yes Maggie was initiating the plan so she was more in charge in that scenario blah blah LISTEN. IT’S SCIENCE. I DON’T MAKE THE RULES: 

Alex Danvers is a scientist, you think she doesn’t know the hand test? Please. PS this is mainly for you @sapphicsanvers , hope this puts the haters to bed #peace

me before yoi ep 10: idk I don’t see the point in marriage


Otabek and Yurio

It’s like people don’t understand that a relationship doesn’t need to be sexual or even romantic.  In fact, the whole reason I’m making this post is to touch on the fact that I think Otabek and Yurio have an amazing dynamic and would make great friends

More under the cut because there are receipts, commentary, and opinions

Keep reading

anonymous asked:


(So glad you like it! :D -Remy)

“Bucky?” Twin voices spoke up at nearly the same time, both disbelieving, one more anguished than the other. 

“Who the hell is Bucky?” 

As Sam kicked Bucky out of the way both Steves felt their hearts lurch.

Tiny Steve froze where he was helping Natasha up, most of the civilians that he’d directed away from the fight had gone and watched helplessly as Natasha fired at Bucky. The figure of his longtime friend disappeared and suddenly the four of them were hemmed in by cars with wailing sirens.  

As Steve fell to his knees, someone roughly took the smaller version of the hero’s arm and shoved him onto the sidewalk. “Get out of here kid.” The voice snarled and turned, training his gun back on Captain America. 

Creeping towards the cars, Steve saw a woman in riot gear take her helmet off. “Over here.” She hissed, and helped him into one of the large black vans, hiding him in a stowaway compartment under her seat. It was cramped and hot, but he was alive. “What’s going–” 

“No time to explain.” She said. “I’m Maria, I’m a friend of theirs.” She jerked her head towards Natasha and other Steve, pulling her helmet back on. “I’ll explain what I can later, just stay quiet. If you’re here we’re in a hell of a SNAFU.” She muttered, turning back to the crowd as Steve shut the compartment of the seat, hardly daring to breathe. 

What had he gotten himself into?

anonymous asked:

I have a question about stage managing: how does time off work? Since you're running the show what happens if there's a wedding on a show date or someone passes away? Is there someone to take your place for a couple days?

Time off is not a thing.  Time off can be a thing if you work on Broadway (because subs can be trained) or with very awesome and understanding bosses.  In my experience if you tell a potential employer that you have a conflict, like a wedding, they probably won’t hire you.  It sucks, but it’s what usually happens.  Sometimes they’ll give you the day, but a lot of times they won’t.  Especially if you’re the stage manager who runs the deck.  It’s much easier to teach someone the call of a show than it is how to run the deck.

When emergencies happen it’s a little different.  Subs can be brought in because there’s paperwork.  It’s why having detailed paperwork is so important.  I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a theatre not giving someone time to go to a funeral, or if they have they’ve not given the theatre the option and gone anyway.

But time off isn’t a thing.  Time off is unemployment.