and it's not even close to what i wanted it to be

Reasons why I think Yuuri and Viktor have already had sex

This is going to get long, I can see it now, so heads up.

So to start off, let’s start at the beginning of the episode with this:

This one’s been overdone a lot already but! I want to take this into new perspective. Viktor was clearly drunk as all hell in this scene. Being drunk doesn’t mean transforming you into a new person, it just lowers inhibitions, right? Now look at Viktor’s face closely.

I’ve seen some people call this possessiveness. Tbh I thought so too before watching this episode. Now I just think it’s lust, and not possessiveness, because Viktor is so smashed at this point that his inhibitions are practically gone. What I mean by that is, Viktor wants to bone Yuuri (as seen by all the sexual innuendos and physical flirting back in episodes 3, 4, and 5) and him being drunk only enhances his outward emotions, if you catch my drift. 

He even goes so far as to strip. I’m going to elaborate more on his dialogue under the cut.

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This is not Possessiveness

I’ve seen a few posts saying this is Yuri being possessive.  

He’s not.

In fact his tapping into Eros isn’t even close to being possessiveness.

Possessiveness is bad, it’s a sign of abuse and is focused on controlling your partner. 

This isn’t that. 

This is Yuri having an intimate moment with his partner and saying “This is for you. Watch me.”

If we follow it up with his thoughts while skating 


and here:

He’s still not being possessive.  He’s not trying to forcibly tie Victor to him which would not be good at all.  

No, what he’s doing is bragging to the world saying “Victor CHOSE me over YOU.” He’s showing off the knowledge that Victor picked him, chose him, wants him over the world. 

That’s not being possessive…that’s being HAPPY. He’s not jealous or possessive. He’s CONFIDENT in his relationship and in his partner. Confident that he is Victor’s choice and always will be.

So I will say once again:






A person who has been happily married and deeply in love for 12 years.

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  •  I’m sleeping over at my friend’s flat from university after study group and just got woken up in the middle of the night by their roommate, who is sitting in the kitchen, listening very loudly to the dirty dancing soundtrack and crying. Like wtf, I didn’t even know they had a roommate and normally I would yell at you but damn you are cute. You really need to stop tho dude, its 4am, some people in this house want to sleep AU
  • I am a barista and you are a customer who comes in every day and orders the same thing and today my friend brought you with them, I didn’t even know we had mutual friends and WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT IS NOT ACTUALLY YOUR NAME HAVE I REALLY BEEN WRITING A NAME THAT IS NOT EVEN CLOSE TO YOURS ON YOUR CUPS FOR OVER HALF A YEAR WHY HAVE YOU NEVER CORRECTED ME AU
  • The house party me and my friends threw kinda escalated and after throwing out everyone I found this half naked person passed out in my bed but I can’t be bothered to wake them up now so I’m just gonna go to sleep and deal with it in the morning, they are kind of cute anyway AU
  • (or alternatively) I just woke up in a stranger’s bed and I’m half naked, I cant remember anything about yesterday besides that the party was great and that I got absolutely wasted AND OH MY GOD THERE IS A HOT PERSON NEXT TO ME IN BED AND THEY ARE NOT WEARING MUCH WHAT DID WE DO YESTERDAY AU
  • We work out at the same gym and you are my declared rival because we have the same workout routine and you are always better than me and on my way to the locker room I passed you in the shower where you were singing the opening of hannah montana and I can still hear you and you switched to the lion king now and even though I hate you I think I am kind of in love with you AU
  • I’m hiding in the bathroom of a restaurant from a spectacularly awful tinder date and you are in a similar situation because a guy at the bar just won’t stop hitting on you and now we are planning an epic escape together even though we only met ten minutes ago AU
I think I love you - Jughead Jones

Pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

Word count : 1,484

Warnings : none

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Your phone rang in the pocket of your jacket making you jump by surprise. You answered the call before showing your index to your friend Archie, meaning that it would only take a minute.

“Hi, this is (y/n) speaking.”

“Hey (y/n), how are you?” You instantly recognised the groggy voice behind the line.

“Jughead! I’m good! What about you?” From the corner of your eye, you would’ve swore you saw Archie rolling his eyes.

“Marvellous. So, what are you up to this evening? I thought we maybe could’ve hung out tonight. You know, me, you, at Pop’s?” You chuckled lightly.

“Sorry Juggie, I was planning on spending the night with Archie… You can tag along if you want? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” A small sigh made its way into your ear. You had to admit that you spent a lot of your recent time with your new red-haired friend. Jughead still occupied the position of best friend. He didn’t have to worry about it.

“I promise we’ll do something together tomorrow, alright?” It was silence for a while before you heard back,

“Yeah sure.” You pursed your lips, mentally cursing yourself. It wasn’t the first time that you had turned down your best of friend for Archie. Lately it had been happening more than before. It made you feel like the worst pal.

“See you.” With that, Jughead hung up. You understood how he felt. It wasn’t right that you weren’t spending as much time with him.

“Jughead, wasn’t it?” You looked up and saw Archie sprawled across the black beanbag in your bedroom. His hands were attached on the new acoustic guitar his dad had got him for his birthday. You nodded and played with the sleeves of you sweater. Your friend continued strumming the strings of his instrument.

“Hey- I wrote this song last week, and I wanted to know what you thought about it. I’ve been trying to talk to Josie about her playing some of my compositions, but she’s not that into it. You’re her friend, right? Maybe you could listen to it and try to talk to her?” He asked questioningly.

“Of course, go ahead.” His fingers moved to the tuners and accorded them as his other hand rested on the waist of the guitar. A few seconds later, a pleasant melody filled the room. Archie then started singing the lyrics he had written. The song wasn’t bad at all. In fact, it was quite catchy. The redhead friend of yours had talent. Before Archie could go on, you blurted out something you soon would regret.

“I’ll probably spend the day with him tomorrow.” The small tune that Archie had started suddenly came to an end. Archie hadn’t spoken to Jughead since this summer. The tree of you and Betty we’re supposed to go on a road trip the fourth of July but Archie left you hanging at the last minute. Since then, the boys stopped talking completely. When you mentioned one of  them to the other, you saw the irritation and annoyance in their expression.

“I thought you were coming to my game tomorrow. I’m playing in the varsity football team this year, remember?” You bet your lip and fiddled your hair with your fingers.

“I’m sorry Arch. I haven’t seen Jughead in a while now and I don’t want him to feel like I stopped being his friend. I’m making a vow that I’ll show up to your next game, how about that?”

“Why does it always have to be about him? Everything constantly has to be about Jughead.” Your were caught off guard by the sudden raise in his voice.

“That’s not it… I’m just trying to do what’s best here.”

“By ditching me at the last minute, that’s how your making things better? I didn’t think of you as an inconsiderate and selfish person.” He replied bitterly. In all the time of you guy’s friendship, you had never seen this side of Archie. Usually, he would be sweet and just shrug off any problem that faced his way. But the words he had just told you, they hurt your heart. Your eyes were starting to fill up with tears and your bottom lip started quivering.

“I’ve spent all my time with you for the last month. You. Not Jughead. Why are you treating me like this?”

“You know what? I don’t want to spend any more of my time with you right now.” With that, Archie got up and left you alone in your room. Without even noticing, a trail of tears had made its way down your cheeks. A sob escaped your mouth and your hands covered your face as you poured your heart out. You laid in your bed and continued crying.

It was all your fault. Archie now hated you and would probably never talk to you again. Why did you had to be so stupid? If only you had kept your mouth shut. Maybe he still would have been on that beanbag, singing.

Maybe half an hour later, you heard the wooden creek of your door meaning that someone was coming in. You didn’t even move, your pillow pressed against your face. The mattress shifted to the side from the sudden weight that it now had on it. You felt a piece of your hair being put behind your ear. You smiled at the sweet gesture and assumed it was your mother. You slowly got up and saw Jughead sitting beside you. Automatically, you vaulted in his arms tearing up once again.

“Sssh. It’s going to be okay.” He rubbed your back comfortingly. Your forehead was against his chest, his two upper limbs protectively holding you. Your eyes were probably red from all the crying but you couldn’t care less. You continued sobbing in his chest until you eventually felt calmer.

“Why- Why are you here?” You asked with a small voice. Jughead gently whipped your cheek with his thumb.

“Your mom saw Archie leave in a rush and realized that you two probably had a fight. She heard you crying and thought that you would be more willing to speak about it with me than her.” You grinned at the boy.

“I ruined your shirt.” You noticed, and felt guilty.

“Nothing to worry about (y/n/n). I never liked that jersey anyway.” You giggle with your best friend. You sniffed and observed Jughead who his face was only about a foot away from you. You had to admit that he was good looking. His prefect blue eyes were mesmerising and his pink lips appeared so kissable. Forever you considered the boy as nothing more than a platonic relationship to you. Never had you ever felt anything for him. But in that moment, something clicked. Jughead wasn’t only a friend to you, not even a best friend.  A stronger feeling overwhelmed your body. You felt love. You loved Jughead Jones. 

He was the one who your mother called when you were sad. He was the one who came rushing to your house as soon as your mother hung up. He was the one who was holding you and comforting you, whispering sweet nothing to you as you were crying. He was the one who was there for you.

“Jughead.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“(y/n)?” You asked yourself in your mind if it was the right time to confess your feelings towards him. Your breathing started quickening as the anxiety rose in your core.

“I think I-” He watched you with intending eyes, indicating to continue your phrase.

“I think I love you.” Jughead eyeballed you, astonished at your revelation. He quietly answered, almost inaudible for you to hear.

“I think I love you too.” He leaned towards you and slowly pressed his lips to yours. Fireworks were going off in your stomach. The heaviness on your shoulders disappeared. In this moment, nothing else mattered in the world. Both of your lips moved in sync as you played with his raven locks. His arms pulled you closer to him, leaving no space between you two. Jughead backed away and kissed every each of your face, including your cheeks, temple and chin.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He whispered in your ear. You gave him a last long peck on the lips before saying,

“Do you want to lay down and cuddle with me?” He moved his head up and down calmly and took a blanket that was already on the bed to cover you. Cuddling was not something new for the both of you. You had always cuddled together, and whenever. His hand ran through your hair bringing a comforting and fuzzy feeling. His body pressed behind your back and his hot breath was tingling your neck. Before you even knew it, you and Jughead had fallen in a deep slumber, both dreaming about each other.

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carry on, darling, we were built to last

“Hey, Vitya, have you seen my laptop?” Yuuri asked, looking around. “I swear I–”


“What?” He blinked, turning around and immediately backing up from the star-eyed, grinning Victor. “What?

“What did you just say?” Victor came closer, his steps like a predator’s who has just sniffed out its pray.

Yuuri swallowed. “Have you seen my laptop?”

“Before that,” Victor’s grin was so sharp, Yuuri had trouble focusing on anything else.

When his brain finally caught up to what Victor wanted to hear, heat rushed to Yuuri’s cheeks. It was a little embarrassing, because the name just slipped out of his mouth without any warning since he’d been thinking so much about surprising Victor and calling him that one day. It was even more embarrassing when Victor clearly wanted him to repeat it while staring closely at his lips.

Yuuri’s whole face reddened.


There was a moment of silence before… Victor squealed. Like a little girl that sees a doll she wants. He squealed and jumped on Yuuri, hugging him so tight it was hard to breathe. But Yuuri didn’t necessarily mind it.

“Once more,” Victor demanded.

Yuuri’s ears stung a little, red, but he repeated obediently, “Vitya.”

And Vitya giggled.

It was so unexpectedly cute that Yuuri couldn’t react at first. His heart was beating wildly in his chest for some reason and his breathing seemed to have stopped altogether. And then he chuckled too, and hugged Victor back, because his happiness was infectious and Yuuri didn’t feel like fighting it.

“You really like when I call you that?” he asked, smiling into Victor’s shoulder.

“You have no idea,” Victor replied, and Yuuri just knew he was grinning from his voice alone. “But there’s one more I want you to try.”

He pulled back a little, looking at Yuuri with sparkling eyes. How could Yuuri say no to that?

“What is it?”

“Try to say Vitenka.” Victor’s voice trembled a little and Yuuri thought he knew why since his own heart trembled as well.

Yuuri licked his suddenly dry lips and cleared his throat, gathering courage, very aware that Victor’s whole attention was tuned in on him.

“V-Vitenka,” he said, looking up at Victor.

The reaction was equally as intense as before, but so much more subtle. Victor’s cheeks flushed, his ears turned red, and his eyes widened so much Yuuri thought he would pass out. And the worst was: Victor was quiet. He wasn’t saying anything, wasn’t making any sounds at all, almost as if Yuuri’s words were a magical spell that froze him into a living statue.

“Victor?” Yuuri asked. “Are you okay?”

It snapped him out of the weird state. Victor blinked.

“Ah, yes, I’m okay.” He covered his mouth with a hand, looking away and mumbling, “It was just cuter than I imagined…”

Yuuri smiled, relieved. “Can we go back to the matter at hand then?”

“Yes, right.” Victor nodded and Yuuri looked about the room once more, turning his back on him. “What were you saying before, Yuu-chan?”

Yuuri was never struck with lightning, but in that moment he imagined it must have felt a little like that. His whole body froze, temperature suddenly rising until his face turned red up to the roots of his hair. Robotically, totally numb, he turned to Victor.


“Yuu-chan,” Victor repeated. “Did I pronounce it right?”

He did. Perfectly.

“Yuu-chan, are you okay?” Victor asked, concerned, but he was smiling as if he knew Yuuri’s internal dilemma.

And Yuuri was in deep, deep trouble.

Dean first saw him because of a wasps nest. His favourite coffee shop had been closed for a week while they tried to get rid of the infestation. He walked in that first morning in a daze, mainly due to a lack of sleep the night before and a serious lack of caffeine. He hadn’t even realised the guy in front of him had been talking until he coughed loudly.

“Sorry, what?” Dean asked finally looking at the guy. Dean thought he recognised him from somewhere.

“I asked you what drink you wanted.” The guy said. “Long night?”

“Oh yeah, I got an English paper due this morning.” Dean said. “Can I get a large coffee, extra shot?”

“Sure, name?”

“Oh…Dean.” He said only just noticing that the guy in front of him was incredibly attractive. Dean had always been a sucker for dark hair and blue eyes. It wasn’t until he was walking out that he saw the note written on his cup.

‘Dean. Good luck with the paper.’

It went on like that for several weeks. Dean’s old favourite coffee place was swiftly replaced. Every morning Dean would walk into the place in a daze until the blue eyed barista gave him a smile. He would always write little notes on the cups. He had figured out who the barista was after describing him to Jo. Turned out the guy was in her history class. Soon Dean only went for those notes on the cups and the small conversations he had with Cas.

‘Dean, congratulations on the A’

‘Dean, no that shirt doesn’t make you look fat.’

'Dean, stop complaining about the music.’

'No Dean. I can’t give you free coffee because you’re cute.’

'If I do give you free coffee it does mean I find you cute.’

'We need bigger cups. These notes are getting longer.’

'Stop winking at me to get a free muffin. It won’t work.’

'That free muffin was not because of the wink yesterday.’

This went on for several weeks until finally one note said:

'Dean, are you planning on asking me for a drink soon?’

Dean stopped, stared at the cup and swiftly turned back round. Once through the door he held the cup up at Cas. Cas rolled his eyes.

“You seemed so affronted yesterday when I said that I hadn’t seen Star Wars. I figured you could explain it me over drinks.” Cas called over with a shrug.

“Pick you up at seven tonight?” Dean asked.

“Turn the cup around.” Cas said, a smirk spreading across his face. Dean turned the paper cup around and grinned at the message.

'Yes. It’s a date.’

I honestly adore the fact that Kaneki’s companions are people that he had once been in life-or-death fights against. It’s incredible that they’ve all found a common ground and respect for Kaneki as their King. Also, I love the implication that Kaneki’s got such a close and trusting relationship with Ayato that they can wordlessly communicate. Probably of all of this group he trusts Ayato the most, which - to me - reads as “I love Hinami like a daughter and you are her boyfriend so I trust you” and vice versa “You were good to my sister even when I wasn’t, and you’re someone Hinami cares about so I trust you”. I mean, what else do they really have on a basal emotional level rather than the grand scheme of “we want to live safely as ghouls”? They met back up saving Hinami and she’s kind of what’s holding their group together.

I just found an interesting parallel

I was a bit surprised when Victor said that Yuuri is selfish because I though he should know Yuuri wants to retire for him and it didn’t sound like Victor at all to blame Yuuri so much even if he was angry and disappointed. 

But then you know who’s the only other person called selfish in this story?

Yep, it’s Victor himself in the second episode when he decides to go to Japan. When I watched this first time I was sure Yakov is mad because he’s losing his fame as being Victor’s coach but actually Yakov still has the strongest team in the world with Mila, Georgi and Yuri so I don’t think it’s really about Yakov the coach. As we learn in the next episodes Victor trained under Yakov most of his career and that in some way they were close (just notice that Yakov is the only person apart Yuuri and eventually Yuri that Victor hugs). So what I think is happening here is Yakov being hurt and angry that Victor wants to leave him, not just competitive skating, for the sake of some drunk Japanese boy. He’s an old grumpy Russian so obviously he won’t admit his feelings but he doesn’t want Victor to retire because he cares for him and believes that he still has the potential to get better the next season. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?

It’s said that Victor shows his love by being demanding coach and that Victor’s coaching style is very similar to Yakov’s (quite natural as Yakov was “the best coach he ever had”). So for them to be rejected as coaches mean also to be rejected as persons. No wonder Victor is so devasted when Yuuri wants to retire - he doesn’t know how to express his feelings in another way, just as Yakov, with whom he spent most of his life, ignores him after he stops skating. But then he recognises that Yuuri needs to make his own decision just as Victor wouldn’t listen to Yakov when he decided to go to Japan and he lets Yuuri decide as independent human being. 

So I don’t think I have a brilliant conclusion to this but I suppose that because Yakov and Victor seem very different at first many people forget how close they were and how many things did Victor learn from Yakov.

what it’s like being close friends with monsta x...

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Being Close with Monsta X Includes…

  • ALRIGHT, firstly, having monsta x as your friends is a life changing phenomenon on its own
  • You have a pack of famous memes for friends, your life is golden!!
  • but also a piping hot mess, but that doesn’t count
  • So…they can be loud, but they’re not loud 24/7. They’re only extra loud when they’re hyped up for whatever reason, don’t mind them, pls
  • You getting recognized by a few hardcore monbebes, but fear not, they’re always friendly and never malicious.
  • If they’re a big enough fan to find out your identity, but never expose it, then rest assured they’re sweethearts, and they actually care about monsta x
  • HOWEVER, there are a few saesangs who want to see you burn in flames, but ha, that won’t happen…you’re too smart for them.
  • Has their management to back you up anyway, like bless them. even though they’re so strict on you that you think they hate you, that is until they turn around and treat you like a precious queen
  • Sympathizing with other non-celebrities who have celebrity buddies, like wow, the STResS and pressure can have you growing gray hairs

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Title: Jealous of a Fossil (Fem! Reader x Peter Parker) 

Summary: The ultimate Avengers fangirl’s best friend, Peter Parker, takes the reader to meet the Avengers; including their huge celebrity crush, Steve Rogers.

Word Count: 1593

A/N: I hope this brings you a sense of joy today, like it did for me. I’ve been in such a slump lately,  just so sad and defeated? This definitely helped. I love writing this cute imagines omg. I hope you enjoy!!

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Thought vs. Instinct (Nyx Ulric x Reader)

A/N: Blame @c-qcatwrites​ and @alicesfracturedmirror​. That is all.


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You fumbled and fell. As you watched your dagger fall lifelessly in the distance, you thought back on what brought you to this moment.

“For once in your life, stop over thinking everything!”

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He pulls away only to whisper, lips still touching hers , “Marinette, keep your eyes closed.” She does as he asks because she is putty in his hands, but also because she knows what’s about to happen and it’s already bad enough that she’s betraying Adrien to kiss her most trusted partner. She doesn’t need to see the face of the boy who is pulling on her heartstrings tonight.

His breath mingles with hers and there is a flash of green light and then its dark again. She knows that even if she opened her eyes, she still wouldn’t be able to see him, but she won’t take that chance. 

i did more fic art haha oops

One of the things I love about Judaism is its close ties with known secular history and actual geography, as well as its history of interaction with other cultures even within the narrative of the scriptures.

It’s also one of the most frustrating things for me as a fantasy roleplayer, world builder, and rpg player. I want to include Judaism in the world I build for my next dnd campaign, preferably intact and post-Temple. But the events that lead to the destruction of both the first and second temples, as well as the establishment of Rabbinic Judaism, are inextricably tied with the interactions the Jewish community had with their neighboring nations.

The only alternative I can see to get what I want to make is to make an Alternate Earth with low magic and make it so Christianity never happened.

I know I’ve got some Jewish tabletop gaming mutuals, and probably some followers. Any advice?

anonymous asked:

I find really hard to fully understand and relate to a character like Magnus, who's 400 years old and I think, functions different then mortal people because of that. So I just keep thinking how Alec, a shadowhunter to the core that was raised in black and white, by the law, being told what's right or wrong, who never let himself be open to new things,will be able to do that? And also how Magnus (part 1)

(part 2) will fully understand this shadowhunter and his ways, something he never even thought or care about. But they obviously manage to do that, and I’d love to hear your opinion on how

It’s a good question! Alec has expressed his desire to keep an open mind and get to know Magnus on his own terms – and I’m sure he’ll be fine if he does just that. When you scratch the surface of Magnus’s immortality, there’s something very human about him in the way he yearns to be loved but is also afraid of having his heart broken again. I think many of us know what it’s like to feel conflict between wanting to be loved and fearing hurt. This is important, since one of the functions of Magnus and the Downworlders is to demonstrate that despite appearing “other” on the surface, we’re all human beneath.

As for Magnus, he’s pretty perceptive. He often completes Alec’s thoughts before he has a chance to finish. This is part of what draws Alec – who struggles to put his feelings into words – to Magnus, who seems to just get what Alec means. Not to say Magnus knows everything about Alec; I don’t doubt plenty of misunderstandings will arise, but I think he does know that there’s a lot more to Alec than Alec wants to reveal. And I think one of Magnus’s goals has always been to coax him to open up.

But I want to address this part of your ask bc I think it’s important:

how Magnus will fully understand this shadowhunter and his ways, something he never even thought or care about.

Magnus understands Shadowhunter ways extremely well. He might not like what it stands for, but trust me, he knows it. Remember when he grasped the Clave’s trial laws better than Alec? That was such an important moment because both Alec and Magnus knew the wording of the law, but only Magnus truly got the implications of what it meant for his own race – that the Shadowhunters thought so lowly of Downworlders they never even bothered to close the loophole that would keep them from defending someone. Alec didn’t miss this part entirely because he’s stupid; it’s because his privilege meant it wasn’t something he had to think about.

Magnus has likely given these things a lot of thought because like all Downworlders, he had to. Shadowhunter culture is the dominant force in his world. Nephilim beliefs and attitudes control the laws that Downworlders must obey. Magnus in particular works closely with the Clave. He’s spent his long life navigating Shadowhunter politics to rise to where he is now – powerful enough to talk back to the Inquisitor. But he wasn’t always here, and I don’t doubt when he was younger he had to learn their ways carefully lest he offend them and get killed for it (100% legal before the Accords.)

And to make it clear, yes, this is to do with the show’s racial allegory. The dominant majority culture invades every pore of society and minorities are forced to understand it to navigate our lives safely. We will always know it intimately because it isn’t a matter of curiosity; it’s a matter of survival.

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Jack Sparrow

Affection, mild tease, mild flirt

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

Request: “ Hi!  Can I try for a continuation of the Pirates fic with Jack and mermaid reader where she brings him really, really, really, REALLY bizarre stuff from deep within the ocean for each of the twelve days of Christmas? “

Word count: 793

A/N: I know that this isn’t particularly what you requested, but I hope you like the way I wrote it! I just thought that it would be very long to write about these twelve things, so I created it this way. :)

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Yuri on ice ep. 12 prediction

We were all surprised by this but i dont think we should be as scared as we are, after all that has happned, would they really split up?

I personally think yuuri is getting overwhelmed by the GPF final showdown and isnt thinking everything very carefuly.

After all, the promise of being together till the end, the engagements rings, even if Yuuri “wants” to break things off i dont think Victor will let him go so easily.

You know what i think will happen?

After the Grand prix ends

Victor will skate stay close to me

The performance that made Victor go to Yuuri

Will make Yuuri stay with Victor

You’re Next to Me in This Life

summary: what was supposed to be a drabble about dan and phil’s honeymoon, which kind of turned soppy

word count: 1.7k

trigger warnings: teeny tiny hints to sexy times but that’s it

a/n: i’m sorry the title is cheesy. also i’m really proud of this one woop

With nothing to hear but the gentle murmur of waves rolling onto silken sand, Dan was certain he never wanted to leave Fiji. The sun had gradually dipped towards the horizon, hanging in a clear sky painted pink and orange. With its warm glow kissing his toes and a soft breeze tickling his cheeks, Dan felt more peaceful than he’d been in a long time. Lying on a sun lounge in a silent, secluded beach faintly reminded him of Jamaica – but this time there were no cameras to capture it or other vloggers he’d never met before wandering around. For once it was as though nothing in the world mattered or even existed as he laid there, eyes closed and mind clear. It was nice. Really nice.

He didn’t open his eyes when he heard footsteps, slipping against the sand as they drew closer. Instead, a small smile edged its way onto Dan’s face as a shadow passed over him. He heard the squeak of springs as someone sat upon the chair beside him, and finally his eyes flickered open.

“And where have you been off to?” he asked the dark-haired man beside him, unable to stop his grin from widening. It was one of those rare days where Phil’s usually straight fringe had curled after coming into contact with water. Dan would’ve reached up and ran his fingers through it if he wasn’t so comfortable.

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  • what she says: i'm fine.
  • what she means: ok I came into the mystic messenger fandom and I just wanted to joke and love 707 and maybe get jumins bad ending and flirt with zen and have gay times with jahee but I can't stand the fact of this reset theory bc its ripping my heart out in each and every route as to how far the guys go to either push you away or hold you close like....hElLo this is supposed to be fluffy times with memes and love and friendship and I am honestly feeling so attacked right now. Like, 707 didn't ask for this, jumin didn't ask for this. No one asked for this. I didn't ask to stay in a apartment with a BOMB no no no I just wanted to be with boys who text me and call me and make sure I ate and love me for who I am even though my mc doesn't have eyes THEY LOVE HER like can I apply this reset theory to my everyday life and never play this game cause I HURT