but liKE

Demisexual Yuuri is canon in my heart and soul oh my god

  • Does NOT like anyone pushing him before he’s emotionally ready
  • Does NOT like getting touchy feely with someone he’s not comfortable with AT ALL
  • He’s slow to warm up to people but once he is, he loves them to death
  • He’s able to access his emotions really well, but only for a certain few
  • Honestly he sees people in either a familial or platonic sense and has, so far, only seen VICTOR in a sexual sense

like….. I don’t make the rules friendos………….. Demi!Yuuri

Hey everyone!

I just wanted to let everyone know that I am still around BUT I am actively slowing down a bit and trying to step back as well.

While I absolutely LOVE tumblr, my friends here, and the fandom at large, I have been not allowing myself some time away to do other things that I enjoy

like: Gaming! (and other things too… but gaaaaming)

I will slowly but surely answer/reply to the things I have in my Asks (apologies to those of you who’ve sent me something) as well as continue to post regularly (but at a lesser rate than I have been) and I will be around, but just not with the ability to answer DMs and interact as much as I have been.

With that being said, I cannot wait for N7 Day and what’s to come! 

And if any of you are planning on playing Titanfall 2, let me know.

Don’t We All

You guys, I actually finished something on time!

So it got longer than expected so it’s under the cut!


     Willow was in England for almost a month when she woke up to the sound of someone leaving her room. As she looked she saw a form with short brown hair almost float out of the room, concerned for her safety, she followed. She walked down the hall of the cottage-like building, she searched the room, finding what she was looking for she spoke, “Jenny?” Willows walking slowed as the figure turned, its large brown doe eyes widening as she spoke, “You’re going to have to do it, no one except you has the power. No one but you will be able to save this world. From beneath you it devours.” Jenny’s eyes turned black as it finished, throwing its arms forward hurling magic towards Willow, it turned into a spirit-like monster before it closed in on itself. Willow turned to walk to Althenea’s room, looking to tell the leader of the coven that she was pretty sure that there was either a ghost haunting the coven or there was a big bad brewing. She heard an entirely too familiar scream as she turned to see the blue eyes of her dead girlfriend. She saw the bullet tear through her chest again as she screamed, “Tara!” Willows arms reached out for the blonde as she screamed again, louder…
  “Tara!” Sitting up in the bed Willow’s eyes adjusted to the dark, confused by her surroundings she looked around. Recognizing the white walls of the coven room she calmed down. Sighing, Willow pulled the sweat-drenched covers off her body as she stood up. Looking at the alarm clock that read 3:30, she walked out of her room towards the kitchen. “Another whole hour of sleep,” she yawned, setting up the teapot. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes she took the milk from the fridge and sat it on the countertop. She turned to take the pot off the burner as it began to whistle, pouring the tea into her cup, she heard steps from behind her, “You know, you might sleep better if you don’t have caffeinated drinks at three in the morning.” Giles adjusted his glasses on his nose as Willow smiled tightly at him, “It’s kinda like that chicken situation, y’know, which came first? The caffeine or the no sleep.”
  “So, I take it the nightmares are still an issue.” Green eyes bored into Willow’s as she tried to avoid locking eyes with the man she had nearly killed not two months ago. “I’m in the room next to yours, Willow, I heard you screaming Ta-Her name.” Giles looked down at his almost slip-up. Willow grimaced, “You can say Tara’s name, I’m not going to destroy the world at sound of her name. I’m sure it doesn’t make you want to kill people when you hear Jenny’s name.” Giles gave a small smile at the mention of Jenny, “No, I suppose not.” They sat comfortably in the silence, working around each other as Giles wrote in the Watcher’s Journal and Willow worked on her laptop. “I knew her before I knew you, did you know that?” Willow spoke without looking up from her laptop. Giles looked up, unsure if he was hearing things, “Pardon?”
  “Ms. Calendar, Jenny, I knew her before I knew you, or Buffy for that matter.” Willow smiled fondly at what Giles supposed was happy memories. “Really? I mean, I assumed, considering you were a student with an affinity for computers and she was the computer science teacher.” Giles stuttered out, not used to the topic of Jenny coming up in common conversation, though, he supposed, a conversation with a witch who had almost destroyed the world less than two months ago, about the woman he loved who had been killed by a vampire, wasn’t exactly common.
  “No, well I mean, yeah she was the teacher of my favourite class, but she was more than that. The year before you and Buffy moved to town had been a rough one, me and Jesse - he was the boy who got turned and then killed instead of me - were growing apart, as friends do in high school, but he started treating me like dirt to impress Cordy.” Willow smiles at the memory of her dead best friend. “I would spend the afternoons and evenings in the computer lab because I hadn’t saved enough money for a computer of my own yet, and my parents were never home so I didn’t have to worry about being late for dinner. Anyway, Jenny would remind me what time it was when it was getting late and she’d bring me food and water to keep me alive and found work that was actually challenging for me and she was the only person in a while that cared without thinking they’d get something in return.” Willow’s eyes had filled with tears that she knew she couldn’t let fall because then they wouldn’t stop, so she blinked them away and looked over at Giles who had a sad smile on his face.
  Giles spoke quietly when he said, “Jenny was the first person I buried who I loved, there were people I cared for, of course, but never loved, never someone I wished with everything I was that I could take their place.” Willow’s wide eyes stared back at him and he knew that in the last few months she had learned exactly what he meant. Willow squeezed her eyes shut, as if preparing to reveal a secret, “I wished it was me too.” Giles soft eyes stared back at her, “Of course, Tara was everything to you, anyone in your place would think the same thing.” Willow formed a small smile, “Not Tara. Yeah, I wish I could’ve taken her place, but I meant Jenny. When she died I wished it was me, and now I wish it was me even more.” Giles squints his eyes at Willow, “Why would you wish that? You were barely seventeen when she died, you had so much time in front of you, even now, you’re only 21.”
   Willow looked down, “It would’ve been better that way. If it had been me that died, Angel would’ve probably been ensouled in time, and Buffy probably wouldn’t have run away. Additionally, I wouldn’t be there to screw up basically everything, Tara would probably be alive, Buffy would be happy whether she was dead or alive, you’d be happy ‘cause you would have Jenny and the world probably wouldn’t have almost been destroyed.” Giles watched as wet drops dripped on the keyboard of her laptop. Giles put on his best ‘Watcher Face’ as he said, “I want you to stand up.” Willow looked up, confused. “Okay?” As she stood up Giles walked over and wrapped his arms around her, his hand resting on the back of her head the way a parent would an infant’s head. “You can wish it was you all you want, albeit not around Anya, but I do not want to ever hear you say that it would be better that way.”
   Willow backed away and looked up at him, “Giles…” Giles hushed her with the palm of his hand, “She would’ve been proud of you.” Willow knew who he was talking about the moment it came out of his mouth. “I’m sure.” Giles looked her straight in the eyes as he spoke, “Hey, you have become even better than you were with computers, you hacked the government once, remember? You are probably one of, if not the, most powerful witches in the world. But most importantly, you have grown into a strong young woman, one of the strongest I know, and she would’ve been incredibly proud.” As both stared at each other, their eyes spilling with tears, Willow turned to go back to her room, “Sleep well Giles.” Giles smiles, “You, too.” He followed a few minutes later, after washing the cups they had used. As he got back into his bed he drifted off to sleep, but he could have sworn he heard footsteps.
  “Hello, Rupert.” The ex-watcher looked up from his position on the floor into the eyes of his long-dead girlfriend. “Jenny.” He said, as if he was expecting her. “I see you’ve found someone else to watch.” The brunette began walking around the dark room. Giles furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “Pardon?” Jenny stopped walking to turn back to Giles, “Willow, you left because Buffy didn’t need you anymore, that didn’t mean the others didn’t.” Giles frowned “Learning how to deal while you’re alone is an important part of life.” Jenny scoffed, “And asking for help, is that not important?” Giles stood up to retaliate before he noticed the bed, on it an exact replica of the woman standing in front of him, although this one was sporting a broken neck. “Who are you?” He demanded of the breathing figure. It smirked, “I suppose that is the question, isn’t it.” It transformed into Buffy, “But I’d think more along the lines of ‘What are you?’ But don’t worry Rupert, you’ll figure it out soon enough.” Giles stares, horrified as it turned back into Jenny. As it walked over to the real Jenny, it crouched down, coming face to face with the body. A wide smile formed on its face, “Such a peaceful way to rest, she almost looks alive, such a waste. Angelus could’ve had fun with this one, tossed her around a little, instead, he snapped her neck.”
   Furious, Giles lunged forward, looking to wrap his hand around its neck, but got nothing but air. “What. Are. You?” He growled. A smile that could only be described as sadistic formed on its face, “Patience, my dear, is a virtue.” As Giles became enraged the walls closed in on him and he was trapped, only able to move inches in any direction. “What’s happening?!” He demanded of no one. As if reacting to his voice, the ground beneath him collapsed and suddenly he was surrounded by everyone he had lost. With a quiet hum, they began, “From Beneath You It Devours.” They continued chanting as Giles looked for a way out, finding a small tunnel, he crawls through arriving at the other side he comes face to face with Jenny. “You’ve done well Rupert. You can rest now.” She pointed at the bed, the same one as in his room at the coven. As he walked over to get into bed he said, “I wish it had been me.” Jenny’s eyes flickered to the next room as she said,
“Don’t we all.”

I’m studying for the GRE-Lit on Saturday, and


it feels like it was designed as an attack on me, personally

i thought i’d written this up on here before, but i can’t find it. so let me tell you my favourite story about my time in oxford.

my college library is a converted church (with graveyard still attached). and it closed at about 1am every night, but they let people keep working in the vestry – where there were… i think six desks? – overnight. i was not very good at doing my work at anything other than the absolute last minute, and would fairly often end up in the vestry the night before an essay was due.

it was grim. honestly i do not miss it.

the highlight of those nights was when i allowed myself a break to go out to buy a burger from the kebab van that was on the other side of the high street. the nearest kebab van was ahmed’s. kebab vans in oxford are serious business (there are few kebab shops, and they’re mostly not near the colleges, where the first and third-year students often live in). i just looked ahmed’s up to check i was spelling his name right and found this amazing painting of the van!!

anyway. so one night in – i guess it was probably april? i think it was in my final year, and not too long to go before exams – i walked out to the kebab van. it was 2am, or maybe 3am. a weeknight – maybe a tuesday – and there was nobody around. too late for other people taking study breaks, and maybe the people who were out clubbing weren’t coming back yet. i felt like i and ahmed and the other guy who worked in his van were the only people alive.

and then an entire band of men turned up in full 16th century regalia. 

i think maybe one or two of them had musical instruments with them, but not all of them. they stood there. they didn’t seem to think that they were doing anything unusual. i guess for them, it wasn’t. nobody else came by. nobody said anything except to order some food.

i thought: am i hallucinating??? what is happening???

i always ordered a cheeseburger at ahmed’s, and as it wasn’t a busy night they didn’t already have any cooking, so i stood by the van for a good five minutes while it cooked, just watching these men, who seemed like time-travellers, solemnly order their kebabs. none of them had phones out or anything. nothing broke the illusion except the situation we were in. it honestly felt like time was collapsing. like we had all been pulled out of the timestream and were just chilling here together. it wasn’t april whatever, 3am, 2011. it was no time, no place. The Kebab Van At The End of Time.

they just seemed like people from the past who wanted to get something to eat. an eternal constant. and the guys in the van were as nonchalant about it as the men themselves were. yeah, we get sixteenth century people through here all the time.

and you know what, they probably do. it’s oxford.

really underappreciated things: the way Sugilite crouches down to be as ‘at Steven’s level’ as possible and asks “Hey Steven, wanna see something cool?” in this very genuine and gentle (comparatively) way. Its such a lovely, big siblingy thing. Sugilite is very much a person who is unapologetically huge and loud but she makes herself as small and gentle as she can to talk to her little bro, and I reckon that’s the only person she’d bother doing that for (and Rose, probably)

can we please talk about how tone deaf and offensive and painfully unfunny S02E03 of Kimmy Schmidt–aka the one about “Asian American activism” & with Titus dressed as a geisha in yellowface–is????

Like it first of all frame AA activism–and all activism–as unreasonable internet jerks who aren’t interested in a conversation, just in yelling at people

the placing of the “transracial” white guy in the AA group is gross just because a) there ARE transracial asians in real life, such Asian adoptees, and b) the conversation around Asians as just “honorary white people” is unfortunately real and pervasive, and this just perpetuates that

the Asian American audience has dubbed Titus “Hitler” because of course that’s what those easily offended and incendiary activists do 

the Asian-American crowd is “won over” by Titus’s performance, and is confused???????

and then they decide that mocking AA activism isn’t enough, they make a punchline out of sensitivity towards Black Lives Matter; the Asian American girl then vaporizes and disappears in a beam of light after she “offends” herself after saying that she can’t breathe

not to mention the presence of non East Asian voices in Asian American groups only there to contribute to the characterization of AA groups (and activists in general) as ridiculously disorganized and unfocused, and prone to exaggerated whining about issues as “silly” as “past lives”

Trivializing AA activism and people is not okay. what the hell????


WOWOWOW It’s been a while since I drew all these kiddos, huh?

Feels good to draw them again haha

Anyway, yeah, I wanted to draw all the kids reacting to various movie genres

so I did lol

Hope you like~

Also Happy Belated Birthday Undertale~

I won’t give up on Destiel until the very last episode of Supernatural airs. You guys can all jump ship, but I will go down with it.