and they are the best feels

When [the destined person] has reached the lowest point in their life,
the BEHELIT will find its way them.

» requested by @gatsca

Lbr Sam Wilson, experienced VA counsellor, all around amazing guy, who was just talking to Steve about his two tours and difficulties adjusting to civilian life, was not just asking about Steve missing the 1940′s. He’s asking about Steve missing the sense of purpose he felt in serving, the sense of belonging in his own skin, the sense of familiarity of the world around him. He may not be able to know exactly how Steve is feeling, but he still kind of Knows. And Sam’s not the type to leave a man behind.

am i the only one who feels like bpd is lowkey a mix of all the other personality disorders bc like idk it just seems that way to me

My gross old man Gaster and I wanted to wish you a happy birthday!! Sorry I haven’t talked to ya in a while tho;;… I hope a drawing of this guy being adorable will suffice!


one of the most interesting little things about my otayuri comic project has been trying to learn about Barcelona! (-^  O ^-) looking at maps and trying to decide on locations~ figuring out where they could logically walk to and where they would go! XD hahaha! i know that in the end it wont matter to anyone but me~ but it’s a fun part of the process! (^ ____^) <3 thank you to everybody who’s liked, reblogged, and commented on my project so far! i really appreciate it! (o   w o) and a big welcome to the fandom family to all of my new followers! much hugs and love to you all! *HUGS!* (O   w O) <3 <3 <3 


THIS IS WRONG!!!!!! THIS IS WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

kotyonoksnz  asked:

oh mY GOSH how dare you offer this! I can't resist! (I'm not a strong person) def my fav, “Never mind, I know that look. They’re/you’re not done yet.” with Viktuuri? c: I don't mind who the victim is.. just.. let the power of snz take you where it may ~

[!!! featuring: sniffly yuuri, very observant viktor, and me not knowing when to stop typing]

[also lyubimaya and dushen’ka both mean darling in russian!!]

Viktor starts to suspect in the morning, worries throughout practice, and has a solidified ball of nerves in his chest by the afternoon. There’s nothing definitively wrong with Yuuri, no specific action to point to besides a collection of mumbles and tired smiles over coffee (which is eighty percent of their mornings anyway, so really, Viktor doesn’t know why he’s so worked up). The cold Russian air makes both of them congested, even on good days; Yuuri is always warm and sleepy in the mornings, draping himself on top of Viktor until he gains enough energy to change into workout clothes; practice is often quiet with the exceptions of Viktor’s soft commentary and the ever-constant slicing of ice.

None of this helps to uncurl the anxiety resting against his lungs, especially not when Yuuri skates over to the boards, breathless and cheeks flushed. This is a normal reaction to exercise, Viktor reminds himself, but just enough of their day has been slightly off and it’s slightly too early for Yuuri to be this flushed and slightly too late for him to still be congested from outside.

“Drink some water.” Viktor says instead of Do you want to go home? Hands him his water bottle instead of pressing a hand to his forehead (not that it would be accurate at the moment, Viktor reminds himself).

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