but he's not drunk now

just team skull things
  • back flipping off the chandelier onto a mattress
  • having a rap battle over the last slice of cold pizza
  • the grunts are in a constant competition to see who can find guzma the tiniest cutiefly
  • most of the bottles in guzmas room are there for the aesthetic also cuz maybe he likes to smash things now and then
  • when he gets drunk he screams abt losing to 11 yr olds
  • guzmas bed is so fuckin big because either golispod or some grunts crawl in if/when they have nightmares
  • they all dye their hair w/each other and the bathroom after is an absolute mess and they play rock paper scissors to see who has to clean it. no one does and the sink and tub is stained pink and blue
  • one time guzma got dye in his eye and tried to play it off like he meant to do it
  • on a completely separate occasion he got bleach in his eye
  • plumeria does all the hair cutting
  • this is bcuz guzma used to do it and the grunt beanie was made a part of the uniform to hide the bad haircut shame
  • guzma actually doesnt do anything to get his hair tht fluffy, it just is and no one knows why
  • a group meme is blurry pictures of guzma captioned with “#cryptidsighting”

I’ve been thinking about this scene again (constantly since Wedensday tbh) and then I thought:

What if Victor looks so confused here because Yuuri is actually speaking Japanese now that he’s really drunk and can’t even tell the difference between languages?

What’s interesting is that when Yuuri speaks here

he reverts back to his Kyushu/Saga accent (dialect?). It’s not something you can translate but it’s totally there if you understand Japanese. Mind you, you can’t do a Japanese dialect in English (and it’s assumed that they communicate in English) which means that Yuuri would indeed have to be speaking Japanese here.

So the initial surprise when Victor hears this

isn’t necessarily Victor being stunned at the request. If anything, it’s him going “What in the name of the Lord is this boy saying?”

Need more proof?

It’s only after Yuuri asks him in English

that Victor’s expression changes to this

and suddenly everything makes sense.


*warning! episode 10 spoilers*

WAIT wait wait wait I just realized one thing. It might be just my imagination, but after the episode 10 of YoI…. Like do you remember in the first episode when Victor saw Yuri skating his program and he suddenly decided to become his “coach”? Because why would you fly to another country to train your rival? This doesn’t really make any sense

What if he went all the way to Japan to see him not just  because of Yuri’s impressive figure skating skills, but because in that video Victor recognized in Yuri THAT guy he lost after the drunk party and where Yuri is right now?

THAT one guy who asked him to become his coach?

THAT one guy who awakened his feelings and love from the first sight?

Victor fell in love with Yuri even back than after the banquet, but they lost each other after the party. And guess what? Yuri didn’t remember anything from that night because he was too drunk. That’s why he acted so rude when Victor offered to take a photo. Because he didn’t remember. And that’s why Victor looked so lost when Yuri  walked away. Victor didn’t understand what he did wrong. THAT guy he was fascinated by just turned around and ignored him!

So let’s come back to this moment

What if he looks not just focused on the video, but kinda…. pissed?  Like “You are the first and only one I revealed my feelings to, I finally found you and what am I seeing here? You are skating my program like nothing happened. Do you think I will let you go so easily?”

And here is where  the story begins. The circle closed. Victor’s behavior, his ambiguous phrases, the desire to get closer to Yuri …. Everything makes sense now!

But the best thing about all this is  that Victor’s feelings are mutual. And he still can not believe in it

But he found Yuri

And will never let him go again

I’m just crying here this anime is so beautiful

  • Casual acquaintance: How are you?
  • Me: Okay so we spent 9 episodes thinking Victor didn't know who Yuri was until the video went viral but in episode 10 we find out that Yuri got shitfaced and had a dance battle with Yurio and pole danced with Chris and even sexy danced WITH VICTOR and in the last 30 seconds we find out he drunkenly asked Victor to be his coach while humping him and that Victor had been BESOTTED by this sloppy drunk and dropped everything because he was into him and now everything that seemed weird or slightly off MAKES PERFECT SENSE AND I'M STILL NOT OVER IT AND HOW IT CHANGES EVERYTHING I THOUGHT I KNEW AND THAT'S ON TOP OF THE FACT THEY ARE ENGAGED!
  • Casual acquaintance:
  • Casual acquaintance:
  • Me: I mean I'm fine how are you?

Okay so I found my dead grandfather’s journal from 56 years ago. This is some old stuff, okay, and I was like yeah I’m gonna read a page or two. 

Basically he wrote down this road trip he did with a friend of his (name is Giulio) but at some point it gets so weird.

I’ll try my best to translate it from italian to english (english is not my first language) and well, I’m also having a hard time trying to read my gandpa’s writing cause he wrote like a drunk snail.

Now, beware, my grandfather was an italian man dedicated to work, church, work and work, who believed in the traditional family and all that Jazz. But at some point I reach this part where he writes: “yesterday me and Giulio slept in the same tent as mine was stolen at the gas station. As it was really cold, we slept close. In the middle of the night I realized that the warmth next to me did not belong to my Nadia (his fiancé at the time, my grandmother). It was the most intense feeling I’ve ever felt”.

And I was like allright that’s some weird no homo bullshit but who cares.


“I was having a cigarette whilst Giulio was asleep in the car, having a nap before we hit the road again. In the midst of the smoke of my tobacco, I saw his face and thought that the woman who is going to marry him will be lucky”.

Grandpa, what the hell? 


“We shared a bed. Old motel did not have spare rooms, it was awkward at first. Then I started thinking that the warmth of Giulio’s body is somehow becoming more familiar to me then Nadia’s.”

Now, I have like seventy more pages of this goddamn journal but I am pretty fucking sure my gandfather had the worst crush over his best friend.

The complete post X


Now that Urie has framed out, his mouth is emphasized rather than omitted. The kakuja kagune is wrapping around it, but leaving it exposed. His tongue is out. His eyes, which are usually the main markers for his face, are completely whited out in two of these panels.

Entire Fandom: Karamatsu is painful, gross, slutty and completely unnecessary.

Other Matsus:

Me: Haha, yeah, he definitely is the worst.

send help i still can’t get over ep 10—-!!!

some other things i haven’t gushed about:

• victor’s introduction is just that. his name. he doesn’t mention skating, etc. and given how the prev ep’s intros show the evolution of yuuri’s mindset (the intro changes as yuuri becomes more confident), this “i am just victor” thing clearly shows how being back on ice is not important to him at all right now

• victor getting drunk and handsy. is he, all along, just trying to imitate yuuri and goad him into acting like he did in the banquet?!!!!

• people were hoping for makkachin/victor bonding moments in ep8/9 to show their bond, but it seems that there isn’t? as in, there isn’t anything that we haven’t seen anything since he went to hasetsu, as victor states that he hasn’t had the chance to spend too much time w/makkachin

• victor went to hasetsu with the intention of 1) coaching yuuri, 2) being together with yuuri. the questions (e.g. about ex-lovers, about his interests) are because victor genuinely wants to get to know yuuri AS A LOVE INTEREST.

• he thinks yuuri is a sleeping beauty!!!!!!! in his monologues, this is why we rarely get his pov because he’s a damn sap

• can you imagine, if yoi is victor pov all throughout, it’d just be like the ED credits, all focused on yuuri, we’d never get anywhere lmao

• for a “filler episode”, it managed to reveal SO MANY. about victuuri AND about the other skaters. jj’s girlfriend came from his groupies. yurio is protective about his fans. otabek only seems that he doesn’t have an interest in others, but he has an interest in yurio. emil def has the hots for mickey. poledancer chris. phichit is the best friend we all need, even if he’s got too much internet/selfie thirst and he jumps to conclusions easily.

• now i wonder if victor’s “forgetfulness” is not really true, and more like him acting like an airhead? he clearly remembers scenes from 10 years ago like a pro. is him acting forgetful an act of sulking re: what yuuri did to him?

• AND I STILL CANNOT GET OVER. drunk victor hanging over yuuri. he’s probably just recreating that banquet. holy shit

• victor’s first love is yuuri. we all know that yuuri’s first love is victor, but for yuuri to also be victor’s first…. this anime is born to make history.

new yoi headcanons after ep 10:
  • victor and chris have a secret handshake that has only gotten longer and more complicated with every season they’ve competed together
  • Everybody Hates JJ (is that a headcanon or canon tho)
  • yuuri is actually more dancer than ice skater but sometimes minako would flat out refuse to let him into the dance studio after midnight, so his access to dancing was limited – but he could ALWAYS break into ice castle hasetsu!!!!!!! so professional ice skating it is!!!
  • when phichit and yuuri were roommates in detroit yuuri still had a Victor Shrine in his bedroom so hell yes phichit is captaining the victuuri ship, he knows yuuri’s been gaga over the man since puberty reared its ugly head
  • victor and yuuri have yet to be drunk together and honestly that’s probably for the best because goddamn
  • over the past year victor has hoarded every single video and picture he could get of drunk yuuri’s activities
  • he has two subfolders in that now enormous collection and he honestly doesn’t know if he should be more ashamed of the Sexy Yuuri Pictures or the hopeless romantic crush ones where it’s like ten thousand close-ups of dancing together
  • victor has a lot of conflicting feelings about how often he uses both of those subfolders because it should PROBABLY usually be the Sexy Yuuri ones??? shouldn’t it??? is that weird???
  • yeahhhhh victor 100% expected to get laid within like a week of showing up in hasetsu
  • but he probably likes this better
  • okay he definitely likes this better
  • phichit absolutely tells victor about the thirst wall and victor’s immediate reaction is to turn to yuuri and be like “hey remember how i have literally every costume i’ve ever worn waiting conveniently in your bedroom closet right now”
  • victuuri has no shame and they are the pda kings except their pda is like nose touching and cuddles and sappy shit that is objectionable only to yurio and his constant disgusted gagging expression in their family photos. and it is truly constant. twenty years down the road, 35-year-old yurio’s got the same expression.
Drarry Rec: Soul Marks

Fics in which one/both of them have some kind of soulmate-identifying mark that links them as soulmates.

You Left A Mark On Me by 100SleeplessNights: 1,239 words, G.  Whenever your soulmate touches you it leaves a coloured mark, almost like a bruise.

Technicolor Beat by fortunate_cookie: 4,979 words, G. "H-Harry, you..I don’t-understand…“, the blonde said breathlessly looking to the equally as breathless Gryffindor."Yeah. I…yeah…”, Harry replied intelligently. Or the one where Harry and Draco are soulmates and there’s a chase involved.

Rorschach by gracerene: 5,422 words, NC-17.  Harry never gave much thought to Malfoy’s soulmark. But that was before he caught a glimpse. Now it’s all he can think about.

Punch-Drunk Fingerprints by tamerofdarkstars: 1,983 words, PG-13.  In a world where every touch of a soulmate leaves a temporary heat mark on bare skin, Draco Malfoy suddenly finds his life devolving into a massive cliche because the Boy Who Lived Twice has no idea how to respect the personal space bubble.

A Tale Of Woo by Veritas03: 25,330 words, M. Harry’s a bit of a mess, despite a successful Quidditch career. Draco’s not too much of a mess, but believes his life is as good as it’s likely to get. Both want something more. Fate is going to help them out with that.

Scarhead by kirani: 17,380 words, M. Set in a wizarding world where your Soulmate bond exists from birth and you are marked with the same scars as your Mate, Draco Malfoy has always known that Harry Potter is his Soulmate from the scar on his forehead.

Timer by @julietsemophase: 2,105 words, PG-13. “If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?” Of course, Harry had to miss the moment his clock ran out. Canon AU, Eighth Year, no smut.

Hello Goodbye (’Twas Nice To Know You) by tamerofdarkstars: 4,807 words, PG-13. Draco Malfoy thinks he might know whose thoughts are scrawling themselves on his skin, but that’s crazy. Impossible, even. It has to be a mistake. Self-indulgent soulmate AU where the thoughts of your soulmate inscribe themselves on your skin in a shifting magic tattoo

The World Ended And Began by KiroAngel: 2,068 words, PG-13.  Harry didn’t believe anyone could love him. So when he received a Mark and was told of the Wizarding legend of soulmates, he could hardly believe it. He could hardly dare to hope.


Happy Valentine’s

Iwaoi- Hip Hop AU (Oneshot) |for more information read my tags|

Lyrics in blue box taken from “They Lied” - Atmosphere feat Spawn

Thank you @t0bio-kageyama for all those great ideas and headcanons. It really inspired me. I also got inspired by @happytoorus wonderful Art (late working together)

i understand there are green day fans who haven’t been fans that long or they are just casual fans who don’t know too much about the boys’ personal lives, but alcohol addiction is such a distasteful thing to joke about. it’s as serious as any drug addiction. just because he did seemingly silly things when he was drunk doesn’t mean he can’t do those same things now that he’s sober and actually healthy and aware of doing those things. let the man be naked and happy without turning his past against him or into a bad joke.

Don't Wanna Be All By Myself- Chris Evans One Shot

Pairing: Chris Evans X Reader

Prompt: Chris gets wasted one night and tells the world about your secret relationship.

Word Count: 1110

Warning: drinking (if that counts)


You laid in bed at a quarter to midnight, catching up on the latest episode of your favorite TV show. Your phone rang from beside you, alerting you that someone was calling you. You picked up the phone and smiled when you read the screen. It was Chris, your secret boyfriend of five months. You two didn’t want to announce your relationship quite yet, due to the immense media coverage Chris was getting from his Marvel movies. Everyone who wasn’t close to you believed that you two were just best friends (maybe something a bit more).

“Hello, Chris.” You answered your phone.

“Hi, baby.” He replied in a slurred voice. You knew he had gone out drinking with friends, but it appeared now that he was drunk.

“Chris, are you wasted?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

“Maybe.” He held out the word.

“I’m coming down there to get you.” You said, turning off your show and getting out of bed.

“I miss you too, darling.” He mumbled.

“Stay put. I’m headed there now.” You put your shoes on and headed out the door.

“Wait, baby, don’t leave me.” He whined.

“I’m going to you. Give me five minutes.” You hung up the phone, praying he was still at the bar with his friends and not wandering the streets of Boston completely wasted. You pulled up to the bar and sighed seeing the paparazzi surrounding it. You kept your head down, ignoring their calls as you entered the bar.

The bar smelled like beer and smoke, what else did you expect. It was loud from the football game highlights playing on the TV and from the karaoke going on. You looked up at the karaoke stage with a laugh. You knew your boyfriend loved doing karaoke, but you’d never thought you’d see him drunkenly singing Eric Carmen.

“All by myself
Don’t want to be all by myself anymore
All by myself
Don’t want to live all by myself anymore” He slurred his words as he sang ‘All By Myself’. The majority of the other drunk people were dancing along to it. His friends, hammered as well, sang with him; but Chris was alone singing and dancing on the stage.

“Y/N! Hi baby!” He smiled at you mid-line. He stumbled off the stage and over to you. He hugged you and you could smell the alcohol radiating off him.

“I missed you.” He muttered, sloppily kissing your cheek.

“I missed you, too. We need to go home now.” You said, trying to lead him towards the door.

“Can I get pizza? I want pizza.” He asked.

“Yes, you can. Let’s just get you home first.”

“Can I get cuddles too? Come cuddle with me. I don’t want to go home. The night’s still young. I want another drink.” He turned to the bartender, “Can we get another round?”

“No, no more for you.” You said, pulling him away from the bar. “Say goodbye, Chris. We’re going.”

“But I don’t want to.” Chris’ lips slumped into a pout.

“You’ll get cuddles and pizza at home. Come on.” You grabbed his hand and successfully got him outside. You groaned as the flashing of cameras began. You had almost completely forgotten about the paparazzi waiting outside for him.

“Chris, what’s your next project?”

“Is it true that you will retire?”

“Are you two official?” The questions began to fly around as you tried to get your stumbling boyfriend to your car.

“Yes.” Chris smiled and your eyes widened, “This is my beautiful girlfriend. I don’t care what you all think-I am in love with her.” His words came out clearer than they had earlier. The press began to go crazy, asking even more questions. You got Chris sealed in the car before he could answer anymore questions. You started to drive the car back to your apartment and saw out of the corner of your eye as Chris repeatedly blinked for a few moments.

“How did I end up in here?” He mumbled, looking around the car with squinted eyes.one of his hands reached out and stroked your cheek, “You’re so beautiful. Can we cuddle?” You put your arm out to prevent him from getting far in his attempts to cuddle with you. Luckily, he was out of it enough to forget how to undo the seatbelt that was restraining him.

“I’m driving. We can cuddle soon.”

“But I want my cuddles now.” He whined as if he was a baby.

He passed out on the sofa the moment he entered your house. You placed a blanket on him-deciding against ordering a pizza at one AM. You snuggled into the second couch, ready to catch some rest.


The next morning you stood in the kitchen, preparing a cup of coffee for you and some pain killers for Chris. The silence in the house was interrupted by a loud groan mixed with a whine. You chuckled to yourself and took the hangover “medicine” into the other room.

“Good morning.” You smiled, setting down the medication and glass of water in front of Chris on the table. He sat up slowly with a hand covering his eyes.

“Thank you.” He mumbled, drinking the water, “How hammered was I?”

“You called me at midnight and then when I got to the bar, you were singing 'Al By Myself’ by Eric Carmen. I gotta say-I don’t think I’ve seen anything funnier than that from a drunken person.” You laughed as he let out another groan.

“That’s gotta be everywhere online now.” Chris said.

“That’s probably not the biggest news on social media from last night.” You replied and he frowned in confusion, “The paps were outside the bar and you kinda told them about us.”

“Oh God, really? I’m sorry. You said you wanted to wait and I just completely screwed up.”

“I’m not worried about the media anymore. I’m more worried about if you meant it.”

“Meant what?”

“Last night-you said that I was your girlfriend and that you love me, no matter what anyone else says. Is that true?” You asked. You two had been together for six months, but the topic of love wasn’t something you discussed. You loved Chris, but you had never told him those three little words and he had not either.

“I really hoped to tell you in a more romantic way, but yes. I love you, Y/N. I love you a lot.” Chris stated.

“I love you too.” You smiled. He leaned in to kiss you, but you stopped him, “Sorry, but your alcohol morning breath kinda ruins the moment.”

“Right.” He laughed.

Chris&Eva #6 (Skam)

This was requested by @askevamohn . I hope you will like it! I certainly enjoyed writing it! ;) xx

It was doorbell ringing  at 4 in the morning, that woke Eva up from the nice dream she was having. She was annoyed to say the least, but her annoyance quickly vanished, because the object of her dream was standing right outside the front door ,reeking of  alcohol
“Chris, what the fuck? Do you even know what time it is? What are you doing here?” Eva asked, not inviting the drunken boy inside. She didn’t want to clean up in case Chris got sick all over their expensive carpets that her mom adored.
“No, Eva, you don’t get to ask questions,” Chris snarled back and took another swing of his drink. She had never seen him so angry. She was used to seeing him slightly intoxicated, but he was always the fun drunk, not angry drunk.  But now, boy, was he mad.
“Tell me, Eva Mohn, am I a horrible kisser? Are my jokes too rude or too dumb, or too corny? Or maybe you don’t like that I get into fights frequently? What is it?” Chris asked practically shouting out the questions. His eyes were blazing with fury and… hurt. She had never seen hurt in his eyes. Chris didn’t get hurt… Ok, he did get beaten up from time to time when he got into fights, but there was never any emotional evidence that he was hurting, it was always physical.
“Where is this coming from? Did something happen or-“
“YOU HAPPENED! “ Chris yelled throwing the bottle,he had been holding, away,”You think you can just come into my life, mess it up, and I will be fine with it?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. And ,can you please keep it down? Just because you’re awake doesn’t mean that the whole neighbourhood has to be,” she hissed, suddenly furious. How dare he? How dare he show up at 4 in the morning and throw accusation in her face?
“I won’t let you screw with my life like that. Go and be with him, see if I give a shit,” Chris said turning away to leave.
“For God’s sake, who the fuck is he? What is this about?” Eva practically was starting to yell herself, but she didn’t care anymore. He wasn’t allowed to just walk away from her without an explanation. For the first time, the fear of loosing Chris made her heart clench. She  wasn’t going to let that boy go and loose whatever it was that they shared, not if she could help it.
She ran up to him and grabbed his hand, making him turn to face her and placing her lips on his. She kissed him with such ferocity, one hand tugging at his hair and other sliding under his shirt, making the boy shiver under her touch. It made her feel powerful in a way, she liked having this type of control over a guy, who everybody believed was the dominant type, but not with her. With her he wasn’t Chris the Penetrator, he was just… Chris. Funny, charming,protective, vunerable Chris. She kissed him so ardently, hoping ,praying, for him to realize how much she needs him, how much she cares for him, how much she loves him…
Chris wasn’t sure if it was from all of the alcohol, or was it Eva  kissing him, that made him feel like he was flying, but he knew that he would rather die, than stop this. Because this… this was everything. In that moment, Chris knew that there was no one, that he would rather be with, than this strawberry-blonde goddess. She was by far the greatest thing that had ever happened to him and he felt so angry that it took some rumor about Eva hooking up with someone else at a party, and too many drinks to count, for him to realize, that he loved her.And that he would rather be alone than without her.
They broke apart after what felt like an blissful eternity, both thirsty  for air.
“I don’t know who you want me to be with, but if this doesn’t prove that the only person I want to be with is you, then I don’t know what will,” Eva said leaning into Chris, who in respsonse, wrapped his arms protectively around her waist.
“Me… I want you to be with me… Forget what I said before. I was insecure, stupid and drunk. Well, I am still drunk, but less stupid than a moment before,” Chris said giving her an affectionate kiss on forehead.
“What about insecure? Are you still insecure?” Eva asked dumbfounded. Never in million years could she imagine Chris feeling insecure, least of all him admitting it.
“Right now? I feel happy,” he answered giving her one of his smiles, that she was convinced, he had designed just for her.
“Me too.”