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kevystel  asked:

idk whether this counts for the meme, but if it does, could you do viktor pov of yuuri's paperclip suitcase breakdown from counting seconds through the night!

!!!!! This super-counts and I love it.

(timestamp meme! and the original fic is here.)

Around hour three and a half, Yuuri’s ‘test-pull’ breaks the zipper clean off the suitcase. Oh, Victor thinks, watching Yuuri’s face. I thought we were joking.

Yuuri.” He tries to laugh. It’s a startled, unconvincing sound. “I think we need to call time-of-death. You can borrow one of mine.“

“I’m leaving my parents enough garbage,” Yuuri says. It doesn’t quite follow. It’s also, he realizes with a start, the most complete reply he’s gotten out of Yuuri in at least an hour.

Oh, he thinks. He was never joking.

(The progression is becoming familiar, if not always recognizable from the start.)

Yuuri would remind him that it sneaks up on him, too. He doesn’t even need to - it shows on his face, bit by bit, as he folds himself into the couch and picks at the lunch Victor brought him. Something halfway between embarrassment and resignation.

”What, um.” He stops, his forehead creasing like he’s putting the words in order. “What time is it?”

”Two,” Victor says. Yuuri lets out a little hiss of a laugh between his teeth.

What do you want me to do next time, Victor had asked him, that night in Beijing.

Do? Yuuri, nestled under his chin, had tilted his head to look up. Well, I, he’d said. Hadn’t thought about it? Even then, just a few months into knowing Yuuri, that sounded a lot like ‘I have thought about it extensively and I will carry that to my grave.’

Reading Yuuri has become a lifelong field of study, after all. It’s like he’s fourteen again, knowing what a program should be but lacking that last piece to close the gap. 

“You’ll tell me if this is too much,” he asks.

You’ll tell me if I’m asking too much, he’d really like to ask. 

I don’t know how to put this into words, but I’ll try my best.

I haven’t been able to function properly today. I’ve been in a constant state of numbness. I’ve been in disbelief. I’ve been in denial. I’ve been in grief. Everything else just flies by me in a flash, and I haven’t been really able to think about anything else. Chester is really gone.

I’m glad I got to see LP perform, if just once. I remember the event. I remember crying tears of happiness when I saw Chester bounce around from behind the corner onto the stage. It was one of the most happiest moments of my life, and I hadn’t been able to feel like that in a long time.

I’m sorry we couldn’t help you, Chester. I’m sorry that we couldn’t save you from the feelings that you felt when you decided to end your life. I’m truly sorry. Thank you for blessing us with your music and the soul that you poured into it. I hope the place where you are now is better than the place you were in. Thank you for everything. We all love you. 

This “safe mode” thingy...

Does anyone who follows me actually have it turned on? 

Because that’s really the only reason I can see to give a flying crap about any of my posts being marked as “sensitive.” I did turn it on to look at my posts and, strangely, it seems mostly stuff I’ve put up for download and posts featuring pets have been marked. Granted, they did get a few right, like the one from last night with a topless Gwen pregnancy-popping….but I already tag such posts as “nsfw,” anyway.

That said, unless a lot of people who follow me actually use this “safe” mode business, I’m not going to bother with appealing to Tumblr about it because, frankly, I don’t care. But if a lot of people do use that mode, I might care. Sort of. Or not, frankly. 

Honestly, if anything I post is remotely “sensitive” I’ll either tag it as such or warn in the text before any “sensitive” stuff is shown/talked about, which I’d also put behind a cut. So, if you’re worried about “sensitive” stuff from me…Well, you’re probably better off using Xkit or the like and blocking posts tagged nsfw if you don’t wanna see (usually non-sexually) nekkid pixels on your dash. Frankly, I’m far better at tagging/flagging/warning appropriately than any algorithm is going to be.

Creating is fucking hard and I wish more people understood that

he tells you he loves you
with cold hands and blood
on his lips. he drips gold,
gaudy and gory, but he softens
under your touch, which has
only ever been destructive. you
are both rotten things, and
you both love too much.

he tells you he loves you
over the sounds of screams.
the thrill of the chase, of the
adrenaline racing through your 
veins; maybe this is love, maybe 
it is something else entirely, but
it fills your body with ecstasy
 and you crave more, more,
more, until you are full of it.

he tells you he loves you
late at night, when no one
else can hear. he does so with
a gentle voice and fearful eyes,
and you know you love him too.
you also know that he lies for a 
living, that it is all he knows.
he is fake, an expensive facade 
spread across your sheets.
you love him anyway.

he tells you he loves you
with your blood on his hands.
the end is as catastrophic as your
love was, bloody and destructive
and loud, the only way you know
how. he was always going to be
the death of you. you were always 
going to be the death of him.
you both go out the only way 
possible for lovers such as 

with a bang.

—  fate is a load of shit, anyway.

So yes, I play Starbound. And I made me in it :3 or a version of me, because I’m a fish :p

For those who want to make any sort of fanart for this character, go ahead! (I don’t actually get fanart ;w; )

Also, part of the Starbound squad led by @azure-quill :3 other members include @the-harmony-knights, @superbibice5551, The Hoarse Bard (forgot the name ;w; ), Gordon the Catburd and Moon Wolf

I'm doing the Drabble Challange

I’m gonna give this a try! Any Hamilton ship or x reader. Request any of these prompts and I’ll write them as soon as possible!⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️

 "The skirt is supposed to be this short.” 

“How long have you been standing there?” “I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.” 

“Who gave you that black eye?”

 “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” 

“I just like proving you wrong.”

 “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

 “Forget it. You fucking suck.” 

“Quit it or I’ll bite.” 

“If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!”

 “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

 “I’m pregnant.”

 “Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.” 

“Take. It. Off.” 

“Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.” 

“I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”

 “Stop it! It tickles!” 

“It’s okay to cry…”

 “And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”

 “D..did you just make that noise?”

 “He’s a bad kisser.” 

“You can scream if you want.”

 “I didn’t know we were keeping track.”

 “We’re playing checkers. If you don’t like it, leave.”

 “One of them’s missing.”

 “Save some for me.”

 “Oh, fuck off.” 

“You’re still mad?” 

“Come over here and make me.”

 “You better watch yourself.”

 “Eat your lunch and you wouldn’t be hungry.”

 “Why did we have to have kids?” 

“Call on Line 1”

 “He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.” 

“I’m done! You can fix it!”

 “Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?” 

“Where did he go?”

 “You leave whenever you feel like it.”

 “I forgot I was a single parent.” 

“Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”

 “You’re going out dressed like that?”

“For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter.”

 “Frost the damn cupcakes.” 

“Well, that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day.” 

“You look pretty hot in plaid.”

 “I thought you were dead!” 

“I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…” 

“We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.” 

“Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.” 

“You know you want it, sweetheart.”

 “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”

 “You just wanted them because they light up.” 

“That wasn’t very subtle.” 

“He thinks he’s a mind reader.”

 “It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.”

 “I don’t do hugs.” 

“Don’t talk anymore.”

 “I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.”

 “How do I even put up with you?”

 “I said get rid of it.” 

“They didn’t just find out. They already knew!” 

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.” 

“Can you just man up and change his diaper?” 

“Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.”

 “I have a secret.”

 “I won’t let you get hurt.”

 “You’re strong, baby. You have to be.”

 “He’s four years old!!”

 “I’ve had enough! I want to be alone!” 

“I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

 “Me and the boys will handle it.”

 “You’re competitive and so am I, and it’s going to lead to a fight.”

 “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” 

“You’re a dork, just like your father.”

 “Mind if I join you?”


 “I lost our child.”

 “That’s my shirt. So is that..wait?”

 “My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?” 

“There’s a surprise upstairs for you.” 

“I’ll take care of it.”

 “I’m not your boss? Well, then who is?” 

“You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.”

 “Come on, baby, up to bed.” 

“They got you a present. Isn’t it sweet?”

 “Am I scaring you?” 

“Run! You said you’d work out with me!”

 “After everything…I’d still choose you.” 

“And when did you plan on telling me about this?” 

“Trust me.”

 “Scoot over a little bit, please.” 

“You’re so clingy, I love it.”

 “You didn’t just wake me up at 2 am because you were ‘in the mood’.”

 “Did they hurt you?”

 “You’re cute when you’re all worried.”

 “Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.”

 “I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.” 

“Don’t shut me out.” 

“You got a cute butt.”

 “I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?”

 “Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”

 “Do you really think I could ever replace you?” 

“Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.” 

“…or we can chill in our underwear.” 

“You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.” 

“Keep pedaling and don’t stop, okay?” 

“You, me, popcorn, two liter Dr. Pepper, and a movie. You in?”

 “Have you seen my contacts?”

 “Life is a highway, and I’m always drunk. So I’m not driving.”

 “Quit stalling. Where’s your father?”

 “You can’t just hug me and think everything’s okay.”

 “Is he coming home?” 

“I prefer blondes.”

 “No more dogs. How hard it it to understand?”

 “I let you win.” 

“I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”

 “Can I do your hair?” 

“Your favorite superhero can’t be a villain.”

 “I told you not to jump on the bed!” 

“He’s pampering me, let him be.”

 “Ready or not, here I come.”

 “I’m worried about losing my job!” 

“Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”

 “Happy new year!” 

“Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!” 

“You nap, I’ll stay awake.” 

“It’s turbulence. It’s normal.” 

“Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”

 “I’ll give you a massage.”

 “You fell asleep in the tub?!”

 “Are you doodling?” 

“We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.” 

“Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.”

 “Are you scared…Then why won’t you look at the screen?” 

“Enough with the pillow talk, I’m tired.

 “You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”

 “We need groceries, not just junk food. 

You’re worse than the kids.”

 “Is this our closet? Or your closet?”

 “If I win, you do dishes for a week.”

 “Fist bumps are cooler than high-fives…”

 “Use your words.”

 “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

 “Ew, your hand is sweaty.” 

“Get out of my face before I hit you.” 

“I don’t care if your 4 or 40, you don’t hit people.” 

“You only care about football, beer, and raking leaves.” 

“Look! Fireflies!” 

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” 

“I just need ten minutes.”

 *Make Your Own*