because i think he actually cried

Dumb headcanon of the day: it’s very rare, but every so often Victor and Yuuri will get in a bad enough argument where they’ll try to give each other the cold shoulder and go off by themselves to sulk, but it never lasts more than 24 hours at the absolute tops because they’re the most pathetic sad babies when they have to be away from each other, and their friends usually intervene because they can’t put up with this nonsense.

Three hours after the fight about Victor forgetting their anniversary Phichit calls Victor’s phone and is like, ‘um, hi, this is Phichit! Yuuri came over to my place and he just ate an entire gallon of ice cream while watching sad movies and I think he’s in a legit food coma now and I’m kinda scared so can you come over and patch things up with him right now please??’

‘Uh, actually, this is Yuri. I just answered Victor’s phone because it rang like twenty times. That dumbass came to practice but then he just lay down on the ice and cried, and all the tears made his stupid face stick to the ice and Mila is trying to pry him off now, so it’s gonna be a while.’

Tag Yourself - Castiel Edition

Which Castiel are you?

Castiel 1.0

- great hair but not the smartest cookie
- everybody loves him
- got drunk once and the story keeps getting wilder
- precious
- bad grades but A for effort


- not sure why he’s here
- v. religious
- wanted to be an astronaut when he grew up
- salty
- just wants to go home

Bizarro Castiel

- found out about the 60s and never moved on
- everyone is worried about him
- cynical
- thinks everyone and everything is beautiful
- is probably high


- thinks words like ”punk’d” and “rad” are “hip with the kids”
- cries easily
- tries too hard
- wears clothes under his clothes like superman
- good hair

God Complex

- “because I said so”
- the upgrade nobody wanted, like iOS8 or Windows 10
- thinks he’s better than you
- is probably actually better than you
- thinks he’s helping but is actually making a bigger mess


- ripped the heads off barbie dolls as a child
- fav song is the barney parody of “joy to the world”
- smiles a lot and nobody is sure why
- probably killed somebody and maybe ate them too

Castiel with a side of Nuts

- bees
- just wants to play party games and eat PB&J with his friends
- holding it together with dental floss and scotch tape
- no verbal filter whatsoever
- wants world peace and for every day to be pajama day

No-Shave-November Castiel

- bad at prioritizing
- loner
- contemplates life a lot
- low self-esteem
- just wants to do The Right Thing™

Steve from Gas ‘n Sip

- butterfingers
- works a minimum wage job with no benefits
- gives awkward high-fives
- stares at people
- can pull off Good Will Chic™

Totally Castiel (definitely not Lucifer)

- is either undressing you with his eyes or plotting your murder
- likes disco and tells dad jokes unironically
- gets sucked into addictive smartphone games easily
- c o n f i d e n t
- wants a puppy

okay, so the other day i gave you soft beka, and if there’s one thing i am, it’s a matching set kinda binch.

so now, i present to you: soft yura

  • yuri loves thunderstorms, he finds them calming. so every time he’s home when one rips through, he lights every candle in his apartment, grabs his favorite blanket, and sits under the window in his living room with the curtains and blinds open so he can sip hot chocolate and enjoy it.
  • once when he was sick, he spent a week plowing through whatever books he could get his hands on. milla gave him a copy of the five love languages as a joke, but he read it anyway. after he got a little older, he started connecting each language to the people in his life, and since then, he does little things in those languages to make sure everyone knows how much he loves and appreciates them.
  • over time, yuri’s sharp tongue turns into quick wit, and he becomes an expert at identifying the thing he needs to say to help cheer someone up or motivate them to push through.
  • everyone knows he loves cats, but he also has an appreciation for small furry creatures in general. once, when he visited otabek, they stumbled on a bunch of rabbits in a clearing munching fresh grass, and he started crying because he was so excited to see them (beka doesn’t tell him about it, but he definitely has a video of yuri on the ground, sobbing and laughing and covered in bunnies).
  • yuri loves bubble baths. like, a LOT. he doesn’t splurge on much because of his history of taking care of his family and having a modest childhood, but he will spend good money every now and then to treat himself to really good bubble bath liquid and bath bombs. he turns it into a multi-hour experience; he’ll turn the bathroom lights off, play classical music, and drink cold tea while he just floats and blisses out. he’ll get out of the tub feeling all warm and gooey and noodly, and pad around the apartment in a big fuzzy robe and slippers until his hair dries.
  • yuri doesn’t forget a birthday. ever. he physically writes them on a calendar in his kitchen, but he only needs it for the first couple years of knowing a person. he always makes sure to send a handwritten card (through the mail, because romance) wishing them well for the day, and includes a gift certificate for their favorite shop or restaurant so they can treat themselves in their own time. for his twentieth birthday, otabek got everyone to help put together one big package for him full of cards and pictures and gifts, and he got all goofy faced every time he thought about it for the next week.
  • yuri is definitely one of those people who covers every wall with photos of people and places and things he loves. he doesn’t keep plants in the apartment because of the cats, but he keeps pictures of landscapes, forests, and gardens that he finds beautiful and inspiring, so he can spend time looking at them whenever he’s feeling a little drained and needs inspiration.
  • every time they visit, he and otabek go on a hike, and his favorite thing to do is sit by a lake for an afternoon to soak in nature. when he was young, his grandpa would tell him stories about wood nymphs and water sprites, and yuri is convinced that every story is rooted in some sort of truth, so he’ll wait until the fireflies come out and call it even.
  • yuri likes wearing leopard and tiger print because not only does it look cool as hell, but every time someone asks him about it, he can bring up his favorite animal charity of the moment and convince them to donate.
  • yuri has christmas lights strung on the headboard of his bed, and on the nights when he can’t sleep, he’ll turn them on and hum to himself while he cuddles the nearest cat until he drifts off. he told otabek about it once when he saw the lights on a skype call, and the next week, beka had a matching set over his bed “for when you visit, yura.” yuri had to finish the call with his face in his hands.

so there you have yuri ‘dress like you hate fashion, live like you physically can’t hate’ plisetsky.

anonymous asked:

He's FTM, starting on hormones but not surgeries or anything yet. So he wears a binder (which Tony is like "dude you'll damage yourself wearing one under he shit give me two days I'll make you one safe to wear" in my own hc) :)

Prev. ask- So I think I’m gonna write trans!Peter Parker with Dad Tony being stupidly supportive and Peter being emotional about it. Anything you headcannon for that scenario??? I want it to be longer :P

Okay! Okay! So!

  • As Soon As Tony finds out, he starts calling Peter by nicknames that are inherently masculine- son, dude, my guy, boy, etc. He’s a little shit so he never actually calls Peter ‘Spiderman’, but it’s always ‘Spiderboy’ or ‘The Friendly Spiderdude’.
  • Peter gets incredibly self-conscious when he cries, because he feels like he’s not being ‘masculine’ enough. Tony calmly sits him down and tells him that he probably cries just as much as Peter does, but last time he checked, he was still a guy.
  • Literally for real don’t mess with pronouns when Tony’s around he will chew you up and spit you the fuck out before you have time to fucking blink.

  • Calls Aunt May regularly to recommend some of the best tailors In New York, who can get Peter clothes which will effectively cover some areas and emphasise others
  • General Aunt May and Tony teamups. includes multiple high-fives and Proud Faces™

  • Happy finds out. Happy shrugs. Happy offers to teach Peter how to box. That Is All That Is Said.
  • Oh Hey Look Tony Is Now Seen Giving 11 Minute Lecture on Trans Issues Before Sticking His Middle Finger Up At Asshole Reporter And Storming Off.
  • Also How Did Those 8 New Charities Dedicated To Helping Trans Youths Get There Tony. Aunt May Why Are You Designing Them Shirts.

  • Seriously. Just. Don’t fuck with pronouns around any of Peter’s Friends. They will fuck you up so damn hard. Oh My god rip.
  • One time Tony and Peter bump into Flash. Flash mutters something about Peter being a princess. U can literally….tangibly see Tony’s temper like….Physically Blowing Up but before he can even turn around Peter has just rolled his eyes and pulled out a coin from his pocket. Not even turning around, he hauls it full-force. It hits Flash in the hand- the hand that is holding a bag full of groceries. He drops them with a yell. Food Everywhere. Cars stopping in the middle of the road. Mayhem. Peter grins. Asks Flash if he’s willing to admit This Princess could hand you your ass on a dinner plate without even trying.

  • Tony has never been more proud in his entire life ever.
Finding you

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Words: 5992

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut

It has pretty much everything but there is a point where there will be smut so if you don’t fancy something like that you can just skip the part.

Description: Your cousin gave you a gift. It’s a pen, a pen that whatever you write upon your skin with it will also appear on your soulmate’s. Silly stuff, how can what you write with a stupid pen appear on your soulmate’s skin?

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Okayy so I recently ruined my life by watching like 14 years of a tv show in less than a month. So now, yes, I sold my soul to the one and only supernatural fandom (courtesy of @downworlderss)

I just got a couple of remarks for this show and none of it had any structure or order so here we go.


  • This show fucking ruined me, binge-watched seasons 1-12 in about 4 weeks, my pinterest board had over 700 pins in like a week afterwards
  • It started off genuinely creepy and then kinda digressed and idk if I just got desensitised or what
  • John Winchester is a terrible father
  • Bobby Singer is an amazing father
  • I was really confused when season 5 ended because I still had 6 more dvds (and season 12 on amazon prime cause I couldn’t get the freaking dvd because being British sucks sometimes) and I thought it was ending at season 5 because DEAN WAS FINALLY HAPPY DAMNIT
  • It was about season 7 when I got a new pair of glasses ‘cause my eyesight got worse and made the realisation that JENSEN ACKLES HAS FRECKLES WHAT
  • Called it that Chuck was God from the moment I saw him- he literally fucking told them he was a god come onnn
  • Dean’s contact name for Castiel in season 11 or 12 or whatever better be a fucking joke because it’s Cas not Cass
  • I thought I couldn’t hate Metatron more and then he goes and spells his name with a double S and I decided he needed to die
  • The subtitles also say Cass (on amazon anyway) and.. just no, okay? It’s CAS
  • Cried when Cas killed Balthazar
  • Kevin’s life went to absolute shit and idk if it was terrifying or hilarious
  • Naomi is actually the worst, why do more people not hate on her? She tortured Cas and I am not okay with that I was happier when she died than when Metatron did I’m not joking
  • Sam kinda breaks my heart
  • Gadreel was decent, okay? I think I genuinely liked him and I don’t care.
  • I mean I know he killed Kevin but still
  • Cas, honey, you’re a wonderful person/angel but mannn do you fuck up sometimes, I mean seriously
  • Misha Collins is a fucking incredible human being and his acting skills give me goosebumps I’m deadly serious. What with Cas and Crazy!Cas and Castifer and Godstiel and Levi!Cas and MetaMisha I have so much respect for this man and he is a national treasure.. of America.. damnit
  • I threw something when Charlie died
  • Lucifer is actually really cute (mainly just when he’s in Sam’s head though) but yeah, I think I love satan is this an issue
  • Okay but sometimes it hits me that Jared and Jensen and Misha are just three middle-aged dads running around pretending to stab things and smite demons I think that’s beautiful
  • I think I cried when the angels fell I can’t remember
  • Fuck Adam, I don’t care about him honestly- if he comes back he’s gonna be a crazy bitch- we should all just forget about him like the boys did
  • I’m pretty sure Mary Winchester is actually a terrible mother
  • Jody Mills is a fucking incredible mother, she’s like mum bobby
  • Season 12 made me hate my own nationality because THE BRITISH MEN OF LETTERS CAN GO FUCK THEMSELVES OKAY I was so happy when the freedomsquad rolled in with their whiskey and flannel and UGHH it was so good to see Britain fall, okay?
  • Apart from Mick, he was okay… before he died
  • Okay, but the season 12 finale
  • Dean’s reaction made me wanna throw myself off a bridge
  • I didn’t even care about the Nephilim by that point
  • Just Cas’s relationship w/ Dean (I am neutral ground between platonic and destiel atm) but whatever you think you cannot deny that these two fucking love each other and it’s just so damn beautiful
  • The Novak storyline just makes me cry
  • Lucifer Cas was genuinely disturbing at times but this fucking line is now my life

  • Actually so many things Castifer says and just the way Misha portrays all of the alter egos. It’s just amazing.
  • When we’re introduced to Levi!Cas Misha freaking Collins wtf how do you do that crazy thing with your eyes that makes you look like a completely different person
  • When Dean calls Cas his brother and says ‘i want you to know that’ is so fucking important to me because this wonderful being has been hunted by his angel brothers and sisters and Dean Winchester does not idly throw around a word like brother this scene was so special
  • Assbutt
  • Castiel’s wings scorched onto the ground just hit me so fucking hard and goddamnit it I can’t deal with that because he’s actually dead
  • Just… Castiel

-I’ll probably think of a load more this show man…


  • The car scene with Gabe and Cas and the parallels between them and the Winchester boys
  • I don’t think I stressed Balthazar enough because his death and the fact that Cas did it killed me.. and him
  • Crowley crowley crowley crowley
  • These boys are frustrating as fuck sometimes get your damn feelings sorted out you are brothers for fucks sake love each other always
  • It’s just when they’re like ‘oh we can’t be brothers anymore how could you do that to me’ and I’m sat there thinking ‘YOU LITERALLY DID THE SAME EXACT THING TO HIM LAST FUCKING SEASON COME ON’
  • Alsooo when Cas is Castifer everyone just seems to forget that, hello, CAS IS BEING POSSESSED BY LUCFIER DO YOU WANNA KEEP HIM SAFE IS HE YOUR FRIEND OR WHAT. And then Dean goes ‘what about Cas’ and I’m marginally satisfied
  • This scene
  • I always love Lucifer until he goes after Cas and then I hate Lucifer and when he’s doing something else I love him again
  • This is not devil worship
  • Sam’s exasperation and the bitch face is honestly so funny to me I have no idea
  • The fact that Cas thinks so little of himself that the only way he believes he can be ‘of use’ to the boys is BY ENDLESSLY SACRIFICING HIMSELF
  • Also the way Dean screams Cas’s name and how Sam has to drag him back through the portal to their side in the season 12 finale PFFFH don’t even get me started
  • So is Gabe alive or what?
  • So is Cas alive or what?


  • The storyline with Hannah and Cas was SO uncomfortable
  • Like, they’re literally siblings and the whole weird half-romantic subplot was just… ergh
  • I’m so fucking hyped for season 13, give me scooby-doo spn and I sure hope it’s Gabriel because, honestly, who else would put them in scooby-doo, pleaseeee give me richard speight jr
  • I’ve been reading a ton of fanfic, this has ruined me. There’s this wonderful author on called 29pieces who does amazing fics and they’re my life now
  • Cas’s eyes yes please give me the sky
  • Spn is creepy ass monsters and traumatizing characters and heartbreaking scenes
  • But sometimes they just throw in a crack episode and they keep me sane, honestly. I would be in a limitless pool of tears if not for the crack eps and the gag reels
  • Back to sadness
  • CAS’S FACE AFTER METATRON SAYS ‘he’s dead too’
  • And he sees dean’s blood on the angel blade
  • I’m so sad about Cas being homeless because Misha and oh my god
  • Future!Cas also makes me sad because I know it’s funny and all to see Cas high but thinking about the road that led him there is not
  • Thinking about Cas’s depression that led him to drug abuse keeps me up at night
  • My angel feels inadequate and I cannot handle that today 
  • Everything about Cas just makes me sad

- About kids, and grandchild for my parents, feeling guilty towards the ancestors, then about reproduction to maintaining the species, or about the fact that human evolution is gonna hit an impasse soon?

This scene is so precious to me. Truly. I remember when i first read it… I cried so much. Because I realized that is not just about the couple itself but Sajou thinking WHAT IF or HOW it would have been if he or Kusakabe wanted family/kids someday. I believe Sajou’s here questioning himself because he actually wants kids but knows he can’t. He needed some kind of confirmation from Kusakabe, because at that point he was doubting himself. 
And I love how Kusakabe handled whole situation. He’s being realistic but at the same time he’s offering himself to Sajou. You gain something but in order to get that you need to make some sacrifice. 


Kusakabe is thinking about Sajou’s happiness, that’s why he’s offering himself.

This scene IS SO BEAUTIFUL TO ME. We can’t get everything but we can do it TOGETHER!!! We can make each other happy :)

anonymous asked:

.... so Keith WAS holding back a few tears when he saw Shiro again in S1e1. Let the man cry dammit internalizing ain't healthy.

Oh ya I certainly think so. The way his eyes do that shimmery, jittery animation thing makes them look all glassy and his voice sounds choked up. It’s the first time Keith has seen him in a year, and he’s tortured and traumatized but he’s finally back and Keith is just overwhelmed. I’m sure seeing Shiro’s scar and galra tech arm made him feel guilty that he couldn’t rescue Shiro sooner, that he couldn’t have stopped him from leaving. So it’s this heart aching torrent of relief and inner turmoil. He immediately reaches for Shiro’s face and tilts it closer for a better look. Because he’s missed that face so much and his first instinct is to reach out and hold him. 

And you know, I’m certain Keith had actually cried over Shiro before. Many times after Kerberos I think. (Especially if it was intentional that one of the animators put in that It’s killing me when you’re away note in his shack.) But yeah, Shiro was the one person who never gave up on him and Keith still lost him. I can’t think of anything in the universe hurting more than that. 

Also, consider Keith at the start of season 3. He’s still out searching. It’s important to remember that Keith has been grieving Shiro for a long time now. And yet here he is, months and months later, still scouting debris fields and thinking back to when Shiro first disappeared. It’s something that still haunts him, and it’s a pain he’s constantly carried with him. 

I’m sure after the initial shock wore off, he locked himself in his room and sobbed. Because even if we don’t see him cry on screen, we still witness these grief-stricken outbursts where he lashes out and breaks down all these months later. The pain is still that raw and bleeding.

Also, the way he yells and slams his hands down on the table before getting up and leaving to cry in the vlog–he does that same thing in the diplomatic meeting when no one gives a damn that Shiro is gone. So ya, I think it’s very likely he cried then. And knowing how volatile his emotions are, I’m certain he’s cried over his loss before 

spitfirechick  asked:

Hi! Are you taking prompts right now? If not, super sorry to bother you! But if you are, do you think you could write some fluffy nurseydex? I've been having a bad day and could use a pick me up. Thanks either way!

Hi! Could you maybe write a nurseydex comfort?? I’m a bit down rn, people keep bashing my hockey team just because we won

“I almost cried in front of three different advisors today,” Dex huffs, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

“Oh - um,” Nursey chokes out. He’s a little caught off guard - he certainly wasn’t expecting that response when he asked Dex how his day went.

“I didn’t actually cry,” Dex shrugs, as if that makes it better, “Thought about it, though.”

Nursey doesn’t know if he’s supposed to press for more information or let Dex be. They’ve been dating for a month, he’s still trying to feel their relationship out. He waits a beat, and when Dex doesn’t elaborate at all he can’t help himself from asking, “Why?”

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Night time talks (boyf riends)

Okay so!! this is my first time writing a fic 4 bmc but its rly short sorry lmao

Please leave feedback and stuff!!


“Hey, Jeremy? Remember when you first got that Squip?”

Micheal was talking to himself again, sitting in the dark in Jeremy’s bedroom. It was honestly quite pathetic; venting and talking to nobody.

Well, almost nobody.

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College AU Part 2

written by @krispetrimberly @luraelis @wondergays @wayhauhgt @catyz101 @penvision

-Billy makes them fake IDs after a lot of convincing from Zack

-Billy uses his to vote

-Even with the ID no one believes Trini is of age because of how smol she is.

-Zack always wants to use the fake ID but no one ever asks him so he just starts showing it off. “Ah yes my name is J. Scott Fitzgerald”

-In class a professor calls out “Zack Taylor” “Here”

-Some student who actually believed him “I thought your name was J Scott Fitzgerald the Third!”

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Let me talk about how unearthly kind peter capaldi is. Last night we stopped him and he was so kind and happy to stop, take some pictures and talk. He’s so considerate in what he does that he suggested to find a place with a better lighting to take the pictures, so we walked together. He wanted the pictures to be great so he was basically directing us, and wanted to see how the pictures came out in case we didn’t like them.  He also commented how big his hair actually is looking at the pictures, that was funny.  He was open to getting big hugs, and returned every single one of them, and to make videos to people who were not there.  The way he just does is it’s so beautiful, kind, and demonstrates how much this role and his fans mean to him. He was smiling every time. And you know what the beautiful thing is? Before leaving HE hugged us all. I admit I think I cried because I heard my voice break. We then let him go because he had his lines to learn and from afar he gave us a double thumb up. He deserves the whole universe.  (x)

(I didn’t see this on here and had to share. This is so precious on so many levels. And can you notice something in the picture BTW? I do not mean the Bowie shirt.)

On being chosen.

I feel compersion.  I am very happy seeing my love happy. Feeling jealousy isn’t terribly common for me, but I’ve recently identified one of the things that I think contribute to its occasional appearance among all the other feels.

That thing is not feeling chosen.

How can I explain. You see, I watched my husband choose his girlfriend. He chose her from among many potential women, and spent the first many months of their relationship doing everything he could to show her he chose her, that he liked her, that she was special to him. And our relationship of 20+ years continued along, on maybe a slightly more deliberate setting than autopilot, but with very little thought to whether the settings we’d been comfortable with all those years were still the best ones. On whether we were even the same people we’d learned those settings for.

Recently though, when he and his girlfriend began to try and work through some rough times, it became clear that I was being hurt, suffering collateral damage as it were. And one way I realised I was being hurt was by his assumption that having chosen me once was enough. But watching him struggle in a new romance and not knowing how he was going to resolve things, and how our relationship would look at the end of it, I began feeling more and more insecure, and less and less valued. Until when he would say ‘I love you’, I would hear it as a scrap thrown to me, not as the heart-stopping phrase it once was.

After struggling with this for a while, I realised that I needed to see, hear, know, that I was chosen, again and again, over and over, not instead of his shiny new girlfriend, but as well as, alongside of.  Chosen to still be his love while he also learned to love her. Not chosen in the same way, not for the same reasons, but chosen all the same, for the things that make me special to him, for the things that I bring to him that she cannot, just as I rejoice in his enjoying what she brings to him that I cannot. 

I told him what I thought. And he heard me, and understood, because he’s awesome, and he texted me “I choose you.” And I cried. 

I actually think that there’s a lot of power in this, in knowing that my partner chooses me not because it’s the default option, but rather that he chooses me from myriad choices because he sees value in me, because he loves me.  

We’re figuring out what this looks like in everyday life a bit at a time, haltingly, but the one thing I know for certain is that it’s not going to look the same now as it will in 6 months, or 6 years. Because continually expressing curiosity about who the other is, how they’ve grown and changed, and what they need, that  seems so far to be a key part of this  expression of 'I choose you’.


Can you write A piece where Harry’s mom doesn’t like you (because she’s wary of you hurting him since he’s been hurt a lot before) but your family adore Harry and are really accepting of him please

When she first met his mum she was sure she would like her. Harry always told her how amazing his mum was, funny and always there for him. She was the most important person in his life.
Harry told his mum how amazing Y/N was too, loving and oh so caring. She was the most important person to him as well.
Anne wasn’t upset about that, she was hoping for years that someone would come along who her son would fall in love with. The problem was that Harry did that a lot, meeting girls and catching feelings for them. But those girls never wanted anything serious. They wanted fun, maybe even the profit being seen with him would bring. He dated models, bloggers and singers. But never a normal girl.
Y/N was exactly that, normal. She went to uni and worked at a cafe when she didn’t have lessons. She didn’t even know who Harry was when she met him even though she knew One Direction. She got to know him, just Harry without glamorous suits and expensive boots. She got to know the real Harry, the normal one.
And then she fell for him.
She fell fast and she fell hard. She loved him. She loved him when he woke her up at 8 am on a Sunday morning and was happier than any normal human should be at that time. She loved him when he drank too much wine and got clingy and whiny. She loved him when he was grumpy and she loved him when he needed someone to be there.
And he loved her just as much. He loved her when she was grumpy in the morning and pushed him away when he woke her up. He loved her when she refused to go to sleep without at least four kisses. He loved her when she was there for him and listened to him. He loved her when she needed him to be there for her and listen to her.
Harry thought that Y/N was perfect, made just for him and he was made just for her. There was no reason as to why Anne wouldn’t like her.

But then he brought Y/N home and Anne was anything but welcoming. She stared Y/N down with cold eyes and didn’t send her one warm smile. She asked her questions that made Harry choke on the water he was drinking and look at his mum with shock. Anne made Y/N feel so uncomfortable that she had tears in her eyes and had to excuse herself from the table in order to go the bathroom and calm down.
Harry tried to talk to his mum during that time and asked her what the hell was going on but Anne just shrugged and told him Y/N sent her bad vibes.
The worst about it was that Y/N’s family absolutely adored Harry. They made him feel so welcome when he first met them. They loved him immediately and accepted him. Harry felt so guilty that his family couldn’t do the same.

When they visited Anne for the second time for a nice barbecue Y/N almost told Harry she was sick and couldn’t go. The thing was that she was scared. Not of Anne or how rude she would be this time but of what Harry would do if his mum really wouldn’t approve of her. She knew how important his mum was to him and she knew that she couldn’t compare to that. He would surely break up with her.

Y/N made it her mission to show Anne that she was right for her son. She was nice to Anne the whole time even though she still threw daggers at her. She even offered to help and set the table on terrace and prepared a salat.
But then something happened that Y/N couldn’t handle. Harry cut himself while slicing the zucchini to lay on the grill and blood was everywhere. His pained whimper made Y/N stop what she was doing and turn to him immediately, running over to him when she saw what happened.
“Oh, Harry! I told you to be careful!”
She ushered him to the sink, holding his bleeding finger underneath the water. But then her hands began to shake and her eyes welled up with tears. She wasn’t the one in physical pain but her she was suffering emotionally.
It never happened before while they were together that Harry hurt himself and maybe that was why it affected her like that. The thing was that Y/N absolutely hated blood. She couldn’t look at it without panicking and getting sick.
And now that Harry was bleeding and in pain, it was too much.
“Hey.” Harry cooed and turned to Y/N, cupping her face with his palms and carefully trying not to get any blood on her.
“Breathe with me, okay? Just like we practiced. In and out.” he demonstrated her, trying to get her to control her ragged breathing.
Anne watched all that from the doorway, how her son held on to his crying girlfriend and how she panicked because her boyfriend was hurt. It dawned on her then that the impression she had of Y/N was completely wrong. She wasn’t using him for anything as she might have thought, she was in it just for him.
Y/N’s breathing was almost back to normal but her tears kept streaming down her cheeks and Harry wiped them away every few seconds.
“I’m okay, you know that, right?” Harry asked her softly.
She nodded after a moment, but her sobs started all over again.
“Shh, oh darling.” Harry pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly to his chest, his one hand on the back of her head, stroking through his hair and his other hand on her back, moving in soothing circles.
Anne decided to take that moment to walk over to them, placing her hand on Harry’s shoulder.
“Run a warm bath for her, love. Let her calm down.” she spoke to him softly, hesitating for a moment before she stroked over her back as well.
“That sounds good, yeah?” Harry asked Y/N snd pulled back a bit to remove all the hairs that have gotten in her face.
She nodded and wiped her tears away on her own.
“W-Want to take c-care of y-your finger before.” she hiccuped.
“Think that’s a good idea, sweetheart? Don’t want you to panic again.”
She shook her head and pulled Harry with her into the bathroom.

Once inside she rinsed his wound again and put a plaster on top, the whole process taking longer than it normally would due to her shaky hands. When she was done Harry filled the bathtub with warm water, pouring a bit of coconut bubble bath inside to get the bubbles she loves.
He helped her undress, kissing over her skin after each article he dropped to the floor. He held her hand when she stepped inside, careful that she didn’t slip.
“You’ll join me, right?” she asked when he didn’t seem to get undressed any time soon.
“You want me to?”
The thing was that they weren’t together for that long, and intimacy was in the future. Yes, they’ve seen each other naked before but they’ve never touched each other while being naked. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to but they decided in the beginning that they would take it slow.
“Yeah.” she nodded.
“Alright. Let me just grab something to drink real quick.” he kissed her forehead before leaving the bathroom.

“How is she?” Anne asked Harry when he entered the kitchen.
“She’s okay, I think.”
“That was a full blown panic attack. Does that happen often?”
“Sometimes. More often than I would like. But I know what to do when it happens now. I practiced breathing with her and know how to calm her down.”
Anne nodded in understanding and scratched her head awkwardly, the same habit as Harry has.
“Harry, I’m really sorry for how cold I was to her and-”
“Don’t apologize to me, apologize to her. I’ll join her now.” he let his mother know, grabbing a water bottle and walking upstairs again.

He hugged her to his chest tightly and held her until the water turned cold and the bubbles disappeared. He stroked her skin and kissed over it, enjoying the closeness and intimacy they shared for the very first time.
Once they started to shiver and goosebumps arose on their skin they got out, wrapping each other in big fluffy towels. Harry got them both clothes from his old room, a shirt that was at least three sizes too big for Y/N and sport shorts that almost slipped down her legs.
And when they came downstairs again Anne was waiting for them on the terrace, everything prepared for their barbecue.
Anne stood up when they came outside, looking at Y/N before she locked eyes with Harry and silently told him to leave them alone for a moment.
“Um… I’ll grab us something to drink.” Harry said before kissing Y/N’s temple and leaving them to themselves.
“Are you feeling better?” Anne asked Y/N.
“Yeah. I’m sorry for causing so much drama but… I often get emotional when it comes to Harry.” she shrugged.
“There is nothing for you to be sorry about, alright? If someone needs to apologize it’s me. I don’t know what came over me to act so cold and rude towards you. It’s just… I see the way Harry looks at you and I know that you have the power to destroy him completely. He’s been hurt so many times and I can’t watch him getting his heart broken again. You’re already so important to him and I was scared that you might not feel the same but… I saw earlier exactly how you feel about him.” Anne smiled softly at her.
“I’m in love with him, Anne. I haven’t told him that because he better be the first to say that.” she joked and Anne giggled softly.
“I really love him and I have no bad intentions in any way. I want to be with him. As long as he’ll have me.”
Anne took a step forward and grabbed Y/N’s hand, squeezing gently.
“I think he’ll want you for a very long time. He might haven’t said it yet but he loves you. He’s never looked at anyone the way he looks at you. I think you’re the one for him.”
Y/N breathed a happy laugh and hugged Anne briefly.
“Thank you for forgiving me.” Anne grinned at Y/N.
“Of course.”

Their barbecue was exactly how it was supposed to be, delicious and filled with nice conversations and laughter. It felt like family.
Y/N was glad she could finally act around Harry how she always does, teasing and bantering.
Harry teased her the whole time as well.
“It’s actually really cute that you cried for me because I cut a finger. Don’t want to know what you’d do if I were about to die.”
And just like that everything felt as perfect as it was supposed to be. Anne was just as Harry had described. Warm and gentle. Loving.
And somehow everything felt familiar.

Yuri is having a miserable night?

Shower thought: So I was thinking about how in the leaked bonus manga Yuri says he is having a miserable night. At first you would think: “What, why? My boy, you just won gold!” Then it dawned on me that Yuri did not look happy at all standing on that podium with a gold medal around his neck. 

The first panel directly mentions something about “the tears that fall after the free skate, are they from weakness or strength?”. And you have the knowledge that Yuri completely wants to change his exhibition program.

My thought is that Yuri is having such a bad night because he is disappointed in himself. Not only did he fall during his Free Skate, he actually broke down and cried in public once it was over. Given his personality, I think he feels humiliated and embarrassed he did that, because he sees this as a sign of weakness. And the last thing our Ice Tiger wants to be seen as is a fragile, teary ballerina.

That’s why he wants to change his exhibition program into this edge lord glory fest. He was counting on Otabek (the one person he knows to describe him as something strong and masculine for a change) to stick around to possibly vent to or distract him, but then that bastard has to go and be a cool DJ at some club. Of course then Yuri, being the awkward kid not used to having friends, gets clingy towards this one friend he has made. It’s like he has seen in movies that ‘friends are supposed to be there for each other’ and gets even more disappointed for being left behind by someone. Again. (I’m looking at you Victor. Also possibly Yuri’s parents?) 

So of course he deals with this the best way he knows how: Following Otabek to the club, despite being told not to, and guilt tripping the guy into helping him with his program. This would obviously mirror his behavior towards Victor: following him to Hasetsu and demanding him to help him with his short program.

It seems that Otabek got more than what he bargained for when he signed up for this friendship. :’)

Happy Mother's Day

“Dear Mama.
It’s likely you’ll never get this, but if a message in a bottle can make its way home across the ocean then why can’t a signal across galaxies?
I wonder how long I’ve been gone…
Maybe even years?
I wonder what they told you?
That I was missing or that I was dead.
I hope you didn’t cry mama.
I don’t deserve you to cry for me, but I know you will.
Like I cry for you.
I suppose I always have been a mamas boy, but nothing wrong with that, after all I have the best mama in all of existence…
Sorry I could t be there to say that in person for you.
Like I did every other year but this one for Mother’s Day.
I’m sorry that I missed your special day.
I’m sorry that you cried for me.
I’m sorry but I don’t think I’ll be getting home in time for your birthday…
Or Christmas…
Or maybe even ever.
I don’t know if this message will ever actually make it home, but I hope it does even if I don’t because you have to know mama that your little screw up helped save the universe.
Not bad for someone who’s teachers said he would never amount to anything.
…I guess I don’t have anything else I can say. There’s just so much I want to talk to you about, all the amazing places I’ve seen and people I’ve met.
I hope I can come home just so I can make you proud.
Happy Mother’s Day, mama.
Love Lance.”
Mrs McClain chocked hearing her son for the first time in years, as she looked up at the man dressed in red holding the device that played her sons message.
“I love you too my baby.” She whispered before collapsing to her knees knowing now that her son may be gone but he had lived as a hero.
She only wished she could of held him one more time and told him that she was proud of him.
That he was her hero.

Fragility {Part 1/3}

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Photographer Yoongi AU, angst, fluff, smut in second chapter

Warnings: Yoongi swears basically every other sentence, minor character death

“There are a lot of fucked up things about me, you know? And there’s a lot of fucked up things that have happened. But when I’m with you all of those things, yeah they still exist but it’s like they’re a lot further away, I don’t feel as if they’re eating me alive”

Part 2, Part 3

You met Min Yoongi, photography major and self proclaimed genius in your second year of college.

Even now every detail of that first encounter remained clear in your mind. That alone was almost a miracle considering your drunken state, normally any events of a night such as that would fade into a distant haze.

It was strange really, he had snuck up on you out of nowhere and like a hurricane, he was completely impossible to ignore, leaving havoc in his wake until he was all you could think about. It hadn’t been love at first sight, definitely not, but from the moment you laid your unsuspecting eyes on him he had consumed your thoughts until there was no room for anything else.

You often felt as if your entire life before Yoongi had simply been the calm before the storm.

He hadn’t even so much as formally introduced himself before he was shoving his beloved camera in your face, the white flash nearly blinding you. When he was done taking the picture, he stepped back and smirked, and you, bemused by the entire situation, smiled back. He then stepped out a little and with his nimble fingers, flicked the camera onto display mode, the photograph he had taken of you painting the small digital screen.

The colours were garish, the startled look in your eyes almost comical and the framing wasn’t quite right. That didn’t matter. You soon learnt that wasn’t what Yoongi’s photography was about at all.

He fiddled with the settings of his camera whilst you stood and watched him, unsure of what to do and whether you should introduce yourself. Your body was jostled by people swarming past and you silently wondered whether it would be okay for you to casually slip away along with them. However, just as you decided that you would, Yoongi looked up from his camera, staring directly at you.

“So, the two of you finally meet” you heard a voice coming from your right and you turned your head slightly to see your friend Seokjin approaching. He sidled up to the two of you with a strange smirk on his face. Seokjin had been trying to set you up with a date for months and you could practically hear the cogs in his brain ticking right now as your body filled with dread. You didn’t need this. You didn’t even want to be here. Your friend Taehyung had dragged you the entire walk down, insisting that you needed a night out after being pent up in your room studying for “aeons” as he called it.

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows at Seokjin and gave him a pointed look. One that the older boy ignored.

“Not really, I don’t even know his name” you mumbled, practically edging to get away. Seokjin could sense this too and you knew there was no way in hell he was letting you get out of this situation.

“Well Y/N this is Yoongi, Yoongi this is Y/N” Seokjin said and you nodded awkwardly in Yoongi’s direction, refusing to make eye contact. Seokjin chuckled at your clear discomfort ”Taehyung and I have been anticipating the two of you to meet for months but it just never worked out” Seokjin explained.

Yoongi frowned, his eyes scanning over you quickly before focusing back on Seokjin. He had seemed just as uncomfortable as you did.

“Why?” you asked after a few moments of awkwardness.

Seokjin had an evil glint in his eye, one that you had quickly learnt to fear, because it always meant he was up to something devious. “You see, Yoongi here is a photography major and you Y/N, are a fine art major, I figured the two of you would have a lot in common”

You were about to protest when suddenly, for the first time, you heard Yoongi speak. For some reason you hadn’t expected his voice to be so harsh and dismissing, you’d expected it to be soft and gentle sounding. The contrast between his appearance and voice was actually a little startling.

“You seriously think that just because we’re both doing arts degrees that we’re going to get on well? Sometimes I can’t believe you’re older than me” he spoke, his words for some reason, felt like venom running through your bloodstream. Just as Seokjin was about to interject and defend himself, Yoongi started talking again “Besides, photography is nothing like fine art, all they fucking do is paint a few lines on a white canvas and act like it has some deep meaning. What bullshit”.

“Hey!” you cried out instinctively, the urge to defend yourself getting the better of you “You’re one to talk, studying for three years just to learn how to press a button? Anyone can do that”

It was strange. You weren’t usually the type to engage in those sorts of petty arguments. Neither was Yoongi, as you soon learnt. You didn’t generally get angry, instead you would choose to simply walk away and not concern yourself with other people’s stupidity. His harsh words that night had made your blood boil.

It had continued for a few more minutes. Vicious words flying back and forth between the two of you. After a while Seokjin finally took you away to the drinks table and Taehyung took Yoongi over to another group of people.

It was clear you were not going to get along. Your personalities clashed violently.

And that was that.

Your interactions with Min Yoongi should have ended there.

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This is going to be long. I need to vent and grieve…

Chester Bennington has died.

I feel like I have lost someone who loved me when I was very young. Who reached out to my small lonely child self, with his pretty voice, nice face and sad songs and told me that he was my friend.


Chester’s death is layered with so much heartbreak, there are so many levels to how horribly sad the whole situation is. I felt like I was unable to grieve properly because I found out while I was staying in a travellers hostel in Portugal and I was crammed in with a lot of strangers. I’m home now and cried a lot while drawing this. 

When I first saw that Chester and Mike were guests on Good Mythical Morning, I put off watching it, not sure why. I think because I knew watching them would stir up a lot of very old emotions about the band that I wasn’t ready to feel again. That night he died, I was lying in a three tiered bunkbed, surrounded by nine sleeping girls from all over the world. I watched the GMM episodes, I stopped and started about four times before I actually played them through to the end.

And something surprising happened, I laughed, like, out loud. It was so funny, I had to put a hand over my mouth to shut up.  It was fun and so silly and goofy, they were having such a good time singing stupid parody songs of their own music, singing about Cheetos and Pot Noodles. They were so funny. And happy? Sure, it was sad of course, but more so it was just nice. I think it is so important to …how do I say this, remember the stuff thats considered un-important? This was a silly, goofy family friendly YouTube breakfast show, but I felt the grief being healed from my body. 

Chester killed himself. He did. It happened. He felt such terrible anguish in one small moment that he couldn’t see any other way out, it happened, it shouldn’t of happened, so much should not have happened, but it did. But that does not mean that the happiness and joy he experienced in his life, those moments, were in anyway false, or untrue, or changed in anyway by what happened. 

Life is full of sad moments and happy moments. The good moments don’t fix or prevent the bad moments, and the bad does not ruin the happy times, or make them un-important or of no value.  These things don’t cancel each other out, that’s just the way it is. So when someone dies in a terrible, devastating way, still, try to celebrate life. Chester, like many others, had hard experiences in his life, he may have had a bad beginning and a bad end, but this does not mean he had a tragic life, or one without happiness. 

Remember the good, goofy, silly and fun moments, the important moments, that’s what I want to do. This was a clever, creative, hardworking, hilarious, empathetic, talented artist. So here’s to you, my friend. From the first time I stumbled upon you singing on some giant tower on TV, with no knowledge of who you were, what your name was, what the band was, or the name of the song. To the last, when you sang a song about Global Warming and flaming hot Cheetos while pretending to play an untuned bass with Mike rapping in between trying not to laugh.

Good Mythical Morning spent the last year making me feel safe and not alone in the adult world. A lifetime ago, Chester Bennington, my first ever crush, made me feel like someone loved me. I will never forget you.


when cutting onions:

-noct cries and complains about the fact that he’s crying
-prompto cries onto the actual onion
-gladio tears up and asks iggy why he’s doing this when literally anyone else could instead
-iggy doesn’t tear up because he’s a fucking beast

anonymous asked:

Hi! For a Klance prompt, Lance or Keith (your pick) gets infected by some alien thing that makes them tell the truth so they admit their feelings for the other person, but after being 'cured' they don't remember doing it? thanks!

For sure! Hope you like it :D

           “Lance, what are you doing – get away from that!” Keith grabbed the back of Lance’s armor and hauled him backward as the flower exploded a white puff in his face, making Lance sneeze violently. He rubbed the residue off his face, inspecting the white smear it left on his glove.

           “It’s just pollen,” he shrugged. Keith glared at him.

           “Do you know how many people are allergic to Earth pollen? Who knows what alien pollen might do to you?” Lance rolled his eyes.

           “You’re being dramatic. Look, I’m fine. I feel better than ever.” Keith narrowed his eyes.

           “Let’s just keep moving,” he said, shifting his grip on his bayard. “We can probably find a cave in those cliffs up there, hole up there for the night, try and contact the team again in the morning.” Lance nodded.

           “After you,” he said, gesturing grandly. Keith just rolled his eyes and set off, hacking a particularly thorny branch away with his sword.

           They made it to a shallow, unoccupied cave in the cliff face with about an hour to spare before sunset and managed to build a fire before it got too dark to see. They negotiated guard duty and Keith got first watch, leaving Lance to stretch out and go to sleep beside the fire. Except, in typical Lance fashion, he started to talk instead.

           “I’ve never built a fire before. I never thought I would have to,” he said. Keith groaned quietly.

           “Lance, we’ve got a long night ahead of us. You should really try to get some sleep.”

           “I never went camping as a kid. My family didn’t have the money to make a trip like that.”

           “You can tell me about it later. If you absolutely must,” he added under his breath. “Just please be quiet.”

           “We thought it was fancy when they managed to take us out to dinner and a movie. That was a big day. There were four of us plus my parents, and that’s a lot of kids to pay for, so we couldn’t do it very often. But camping was never an option. My sister really wanted to do it. She begged my parents for months. But they wouldn’t let her. It was pretty awful to watch how crushed she was, but to tell the truth, I thought she was being selfish.”

           “Lance?” Keith asked. There was something off about Lance’s voice. It sounded too flat and monotone, as if he wasn’t actually hearing what he was saying. Lance continued as if he hadn’t heard Keith.

           “She knew they couldn’t afford to take all of us, so either she wanted to get special treatment and go without us, or she was just being a whiny brat and harassing my parents because she got fed up with having no money all the time. I got fed up too, we all did. She could have sucked it up like the rest of us.”

           “Lance.” There was definitely something wrong. Lance never talked about his family like this. Certainly not to Keith, at any rate. He sprung to his feet and walked over to where Lance was flat on his back, eyes glassy and unfocused, staring at the ceiling.

           “Of course I still love her but God did she get on my nerves when we were kids sometimes. But I don’t really think about that these days because I’m so homesick. I just think about all the perfect times we had together. You don’t understand it, you know. I don’t think anyone else on the ship understands how close I am to my family and how much I hate being here sometimes. At least Pidge is trying to get her family back. Voltron just keeps me further away. But you especially don’t understand because you don’t have any family.” Keith slapped Lance hard across the face.

           “Snap out of it!” he growled. “What the hell is…?” He bent closer. Something was glowing faintly white on the edges of Lance’s nostrils. The flower. It had infected him or something, and now he was talking without any kind of filter. “I told you that alien pollen was bad news,” he groaned, rubbing his forehead. Lance’s eyes were still just as glassy as before. He barely seemed to register the fact that he had been slapped.

           “It makes me miserable how much you hate me,” he said. Keith, in the middle of searching for some kind of leaf or cloth or anything he could use to try and scrape the gunk off Lance’s nose, paused.

           “You think I hate you?” he asked.

           “Yes,” Lance said. He started at receiving a direct answer and slowly turned back to Lance.

           “Why do you think I hate you?”

           “Because you’re so much better than me, and I annoy you by trying to compete with you. You know you can win so it’s a waste of your time.” Keith sat down heavily.

           “Lance, no. That’s not… that’s not…”

           “Of course I realized recently that the real reason I want to compete with you is because I want you to notice me,” he continued, “because I’ve had an awful crush on you since the Garrison. I thought I just wanted people to think I could be as good as you, but the real issue is that I like you a lot and I’m terrified of you finding out because I know you’ll just laugh at me.” Keith covered his ears.

           “I don’t want to hear this,” he moaned. “Lance, please, stop talking.”

           “I think you’re the most talented and beautiful person I’ve ever met and I started fantasizing about kissing you about two months ago. I even love the mullet even though I still think it’s ridiculous that you have it. I keep flirting with aliens to distract myself but I only do it because I know I won’t have any success. I don’t want to actually date anyone but you.” Keith’s head was between his knees. He wasn’t supposed to be hearing this. It wasn’t fair the way Lance’s confession made his heart speed up in his chest, made him think of the times they’d both caught each other staring lately, made him remember Lance saving his life on their most recent mission and brushing it off like it was nothing. It wasn’t fair to Lance. “I think I might love you, Keith, and I’ve cried twice about the fact that you could never love me back.” Lance’s speech ceased abruptly, leaving a few seconds of silence. “I’m tired. I’m going to sleep now,” he announced, and closed his eyes. Keith heaved a sigh of relief, coming over with a leaf to rub away the white residue on his nose. He dropped a hand on Lance’s shoulder.

           “You do that, Lance,” he said. “You do that.”


           Lance woke up to morning light groggy and with the worst crick in his neck he’d ever had. He sat up, yawned, and noticed Keith sitting at the edge of the cave, staring off into the woods. He frowned.

           “Dude, why didn’t you wake me up for guard duty?” he asked. “Have you been sitting there awake all night?” Keith jumped at the sound of Lance voice, turned to look at him, and scrambled to his feet.

           “Lance!” he said. “Are you… You seem normal?” Lance blinked.

           “Yeah, why… why wouldn’t I be?” Keith hovered uncertainly, unsure whether or not to move forward.

           “Do… do you not… do you remember last night?”

           “Yeah, we planned for guard duty, you said you’d wake me up in a few hours, and then you just never did! Come on, man, let people help you sometimes, you’re going to be exhausted now.” Keith bit his lip.

           “So… nothing else?” Lance stared.

           “What happened?”

           “Nothing!” Keith said hurriedly. His cheeks were slightly red for some reason. “I… I tried to wake you up but I couldn’t. You were too sound asleep. So yeah, I’ve been awake all night, asshole.” The insult was only half-hearted and didn’t really seem to land. Lance blinked.

           “Okay,” he said. “Well, we probably better see if we can’t find a way to signal the castle. It looked like there were settlements further up the cliff, let’s see if we can find some alien friends.” Keith nodded in agreement, heading to stamp out the fire. As Lance gathered his Paladin armor, he kept glancing sideways at his rival and his friend, wondering what had really happened last night – and why Keith was lying.

[I am no longer accepting prompts, just completing the ones in my inbox]