but i'm rushing

So… In a minute I’m heading to the Helsinki railway station so I can actually get home today. I’m very anxious because it’s freaking rush hour and the railway station is huge, it will be full of people and I have to be there alone since my bf is staying here for the weekend at his brother’s house. Don’t mind me if I come here to vent a few times today. I just feel like I need to do it so I won’t just panic in the sea of people.

anonymous asked:

7 and otayuri

Thanks for playing, anon! ♡

Disclaimer: I know there is some discourse over this pairing so if you just want to enjoy a story about Otabek and Yuri’s friendship, you can still read this! The romance in this isn’t obvious so it can be read as platonic. I don’t mind otayuri myself and I have enjoyed the ship on occasion, but I don’t really subscribe to the fandom as there are common tropes that I dislike. I might write a second part with more overt romantic interaction when I edit and post it on my AO3.

Note: this is not formatted for mobile so I apologize for the formatting issues! If you wish to see it in the proper formatting, you’ll have to view it in your browser. Sorry!

Rating: T

Warnings: mild character injury & angst. 

Enjoy~

7. “I almost lost you.”

-

Just landed.

Are you at the rink?

                                                                                                                   Yeah

                                                                Katsudon and Viktor are being annoying

                                                                so hurry and get over here.

                                                               Yakov won’t have you skate today but he

                                                               wants you to see how training goes

                                                               before you start.

Sounds good.

I’m about to pick up my bike rental.                                                                   

                                                                                                 What the shit Beka.

                                                                  Do you have nothing in your carry on?

Didn’t need one.

Yakov had me ship my skates

and I usually wear the same five things

anyway so I packed light.

                                                                                              God that’s so boring!

                                                                   We’re going shopping on our free day.

                                                       I’m not having you use up my entire water bill

                                                       washing your damn clothes every other day.

But I don’t have a carry on?

                                                                                             Just take one of mine.

                                                                                          Or we’ll buy you one idc

Lol okay, Yura.

No tiger print though.

                                                                                                               Laaaaame

                                                                                You don’t know *real* fashion.

Excuse you.

You’re the one who said I had amazing

fashion sense.

                                                               Yeah ‘cause you rock leather jackets and

                                                               don’t wear boring shit.

                                                               Doesn’t mean you don’t need to add 

                                                               more color.

No tiger print. I’ll settle with a

subdued leopard print though.

                                                                                              Baby steps, my pupil.

Yura I’m older than you.

                                                                                                 Yeah well I’m taller.

By like a centimeter. You don’t get to

brag just yet.

You still struggling with your quad salchow?

                                                                                                               Fuck you!!

                                                                                                 That was low Beka.

I am apparently *shorter* than you

so… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

But seriously, any progress?

                                                                                                                   I hate it.

                                                                                                  This fucking blows.

                                                                   Lilia has me focusing on cross training

                                                                   like ballet and stuff to get used to my

                                                                   new height.

                                                                   My knees are killing me and my face

                                                                   itches like a motherfucker.

Any nicks?

                                                                                                                Go to hell.

I gotta stop texting now.

I’ll see you in about fifteen minutes.

                                                                                                              About time.

                                                                                                    Be careful, okay?

                                                                     Drivers in Russia are fucking insane.

                                                                                                                   Read ✔


Otabek adjusted his backpack as he put his phone away, making sure it was secure enough to not affect his driving. The bike was a simple model - similar to the one he had in Barcelona - with a helmet and gloves prepared for him atop the saddle. It didn’t take long for him to finish getting ready, quickly mounting the bike and starting the engine before taking off.

He never imagined being back in Russia after all the training abroad he had done. He had been relieved to finally be back in Almaty, but when Yuri excitedly told him about the camp Yakov was holding over the summer for both junior and senior skaters he had a hard time refusing the offer. He enjoyed hanging out with Yuri and considering the struggles he’d been facing with his growth spurt and the issue with Russia and the Olympics, he figured Yuri could use a friend to help him deal.

Plus it was extra training for him. He would be representing Kazakhstan in the winter Olympics in February, after all.

The late July air was refreshing as he drove. He would love to see how fast he could go, to weave in and out of traffic so that he could get to the rink faster, but he knew it was a bad idea.

He reached an intersection and stopped, waiting patiently for the light to change. Someone next to him had their window rolled down and their radio was turned up way too loud, but at least the song was decent. It gave him some background noise and an idea for his next set.

He hadn’t checked to see if there were any open gigs, but he was hoping to find a club that also catered to the 16+ crowd so Yuri could tag along for once.

It shouldn’t be too hard. Russia was more lax on drinking laws compared to Kazakhstan so even though Yuri couldn’t buy alcohol yet, they should be able to find a decent place that would let him in with nothing but marks on the back of his hands.

The light changed and he began moving with traffic once more. He looked to his left, then to the right to make sure he was in the clear, but as he turned back to his left-

Impact.

The air around him was deafening and he hit the ground hard, but he didn’t stop.

Pain.

He couldn’t breathe and there was a ringing in his ears. His body went numb and then…

Darkness.


Beka where are you?

It’s been forever!!

Beka?

Beka this is not fucking funny.

                                                                                           [missed call from Юра]

Why aren’t you answering?!

It’s been over an hour!

                                                                                     [15 missed calls from Юра]

Beka, please just answer.

I don’t fucking care if you decided to

stop somewhere without telling me.

I’ll be pissed but even Yakov is starting

to worry and he usually just yells.

                                                                                     [25 missed calls from Юра]

                                                                         [missed call from Яков Фельцман]

                                                                                   [5 missed calls from Ержан]

                                                                                    [30 missed calls from анам]

Fuck Beka…

It’s all over the news.

Please be okay…


Waking up in a hospital was not what Otabek was expecting.

He didn’t remember much, but there was a distinctive ache in his right side that was hard to ignore.

It hurt to breathe.

Fuck.

He looked around, hoping someone was nearby to tell him what happened, but instantly regretted it when an intense wave of nausea hit him.

He groaned.

“You’re awake.”

He slowly looked toward the source of the noise. At his side stood Yakov, a worried dip between his brows. He looked exhausted despite it being bright and sunny outside - how long had he been unconscious? - and more importantly, Yakov’s phone was out and he seemed to be in the middle of a call…

He’s awake?! PUT THAT ASSHOLE ON THE PHONE!

He winced at the sudden noise and Yakov held his phone at arm’s length. The older man looked like he wanted to yell, but just glared at his phone instead. Otabek was grateful.

“Yura, he has a concussion. I’m not having you yell at him now that he’s finally conscious-”

There was a frustrated yell on the other end of the line before Yuri hung up.

“How bad?” he managed to croak out, his mouth feeling like it had been stuffed with cotton. Yakov grabbed a small paper cup off of his bedside and filled it up at the tap.

“You’re faring better than the others involved in the crash,” Yakov started, setting the cup of water down on a little tray before helping Otabek sit up. The ache in his side intensified. “The car that hit you was trying to make a left turn. He saw the gap between the cars you were in between and tried to cut through. The police are thinking that because you were on a motorcycle he didn’t see you until the very last minute.

“The crash would have happened whether you were there or not though. The person behind you slammed on the gas instead of the break and caused a nasty pileup. One confirmed dead and the others are in intensive care.  

“You were thrown from your bike and that saved you from being crushed. You got away with a concussion, broken ribs, and a bunch of scrapes and bruises. You dislocated your ankle, but that’s already been reset and thankfully there was no lasting damage so you should be able to walk on it in a couple of weeks. You’re lucky the car didn’t hit your leg. You would have lost it.”

Otabek remained silent for a moment, taking a sip of water. He felt conflicted about the whole situation. He was afraid because he could have been injured so badly he couldn’t compete anymore - or worse, he could have died, yet he felt relieved because all of that didn’t happen.

But above all else, he felt some unnamed emotion that caused tears to prick behind his eyes. Sadness? Guilt? Anger? He couldn’t identify it, but he thought of Yuri.

They talked for a bit - Otabek keeping his replies short due to the ache in his ribs. He would be missing a good portion of the training camp while he healed, but Yakov extended the invitation to stay a little longer if he so wished. He had already spoken with his coach so all Otabek had to do was let them know and Erzhan would adjust his return flight. He had already paid for the camp after all. But due to his injuries, he would be off the ice for a few weeks. Yakov said he could join Yuri during his cross training, but that weird feeling only intensified. He kept quiet about it. Yakov left shortly afterward.

He was given his phone, which had a decent sized spider web crack on the screen, by a nurse around lunch. It still worked, but he would definitely need to get a new one soon. The weird feeling only intensified as he scrolled through the missed texts and frantic voice messages. There were countless social media notifications as well. Apparently he had been identified on the scene by a fan and it got leaked, resulting in countless people praying he’d be okay or starting rumors that he would be forced to retire or - to his horror - that he was pronounced dead. A couple of tabloids ran with the story of him dying on impact.

That explained the first, nearly hysterical voicemail from his mother. He decided to call her first.

But before he could hit the call button, his door was kicked open by a very angry teenager.

“Sir, you can’t do that-” his nurse began. Otabek could tell she was about to call security or the police, so he held his hand up and told her he’d handle it. She seemed hesitant, but gave in after a moment of watching Yuri silently steam.

“Hi, Yura.” He knew Yuri’s first response would be anger - it always was. He just had to remain calm and not aggravate him further.

“I told you to be careful.” Yuri was getting straight to the point it seemed. He was barely containing himself as it was, but Otabek appreciated the effort regardless.

He dropped eye contact. “I’m sorry, Yura-”

“…but being careful wasn’t enough.”

To say he was shocked would be an understatement. He snapped his head back up, his eyes widening at the sight in front of him. Yuri still had his jaw and fists clenched, but now he was shaking and tears and snot were starting to stream down his face.

“Yura…”

Shut up!

He didn’t know how to react, so he obeyed stayed quiet. Yuri furiously wiped at his face to try and clear some of the mess up before continuing.

“Do you know how worried I was when you didn’t respond hours after you were supposed to be at the rink? Do you know how sick I felt when I saw the news with pictures of your bloody banged up body floating around before they were removed? How I felt when your sister called me and I had no idea what to fucking tell her?!”

He paused for a moment and the shaking seemed to intensify. He spoke a little softer. “Do you know the state your helmet is in?”

The question made him pause. He knew it had to be nearby. His assumption was right when Yuri went to grab it from the chair at his bedside.

His eyes widened at the numerous deep scratches along the right side. The paint had been peeled off in many places, but the worst of it was the sizeable dent at the bottom ride side. The plastic was thick so it hadn’t caved into his skull, but it was likely the reason he was concussed.

Yuri pointed to it. “That’s the part of your skull that hit the ground first. If you hadn’t been wearing this, you would be…”

Yuri let out a frustrated cry as he tossed the helmet aside. His sobs grew louder as he threw himself into the chair, wrapping his arms around his trembling frame. Otabek felt that weird feeling again, the weight of it settling uncomfortably in his gut. He could feel his own tears cascading down his face, but he still said nothing.

“I could have lost you…”

That sentence broke him.


Erzhan had changed his flight so that he’d be staying in Russia through mid October rather than the end of August.

In the coming weeks, things between them were awkward. Yuri had been emotionally exhausted after his breakdown, and Otabek still didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t apologize for something that he wasn’t at fault for, and Yuri only seemed to become enraged if he tried. He didn’t know how to comfort his friend or how to fix the silence that grew between them.

Moving around had been difficult, but once the worst of the inflammation in his ankle went down he was able to do light exercises. He still had to be careful around his ribs, so he didn’t do much but walk the indoor track. When his ribs finally healed, he joined Yuri for cross training and began skating again.

Things were tense, but they would be okay. Eventually.

And one afternoon after practice, things finally lightened up.

You’re coming over.

You were supposed to meet and love

on Potya a month ago, asshole!

He smiled, sending a quick reply before calling for a taxi to take him to Lilia’s apartment.

6

persona 5 wallpapers - requested by anon

3

Trini definitely sucker punch him for that later

2

His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard.
I wish he was mine, he’s really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.

happy birthday, harry james potter! (b. july 31, 1980)

2

Isak’s startled little huff in reaction to Even surprising him.

HAPPY 10TH ANNIVERSARY TEAM FORTRESS 2! 

I could not ever thank this game enough for the wonderful experience of my past few years. I’ve never dove so far into a game or fan community as I have for TF2, by far my favorite game. It means the absolute world to me, and I could not ask for a better set of murder dads ❤

Thank you Valve, for them.

2

[ 13th July 2017 ] well I haven’t posted my notes in a REALLYYYY long time since I wasn’t studying but now I’m back to grinding and they’re A WRECK

10

Don’t forget Gorillaz fans, Jamie Hewlett exist! He made all you’re favorite band members come to life in the music videos, shorts, ect! He continues drawing them countless times and works day and night to give you new content with the band members! So please appreciate him!!! ❤❤❤