but there is one promise that is given

Eventually, the Lifestream surrounded Cloud, and when he regained his consciousness, he heard Tifa’s voice. In the green current, Cloud felt that he saw the promised land sought by the Cetra, as well as the answer given by the planet.  And, with Tifa, the two of them promised to one day meet dearly missed people. -FF Complete works Vol. 2 pg. 232

anonymous asked:

*turns head to look at Morality* Aren't you doing the same Morality? Aren't you hiding your love because you're scared you're going to beak your friendship? I know you're scared and I know it's hard, trust me, I fell /hard/ for my friends before. But, if there was one thing I'd like to do, if given the chance to go back, it's to tell my best friend that I loved her. She already knew that she was important to me... just like your Logic. I promise that he does love you. I swear. -Darkness Anon

Yes, but that doesn’t mean he is. I’m just glad only one of us is hurting…

as a proud citizen of Saint Petersburg (which is where our boy vitya is from) id really like to tell you about this bridge and its many legends we have here called Posteluyev which can be translated as

The Bridge of Kisses my guys

so just for u to understand all the depth the bridge was a lovers’ lane for secret lovers, the bridge was a place for farewells on the city outskirts, it was the place of parting with the prisoners who were going to the prison but let me just skip to my fav part

  • According to one legend the name Potseluyev was given to it due to the fact that in the old days it was the custom among lovers: when passing over the bridge kiss your loved one and promise each other to alway be together
  • There is an old custom of kissing everyone passing through the bridge every time regardless of the degree of intimacy and kinship (lel)
  • If you kiss someone on this bridge at parting then they surely return to you one day
  • Kiss your datemate on\under the bridge and the two of you will always be happy together. The longer the kiss on the bridge, the longer you will be happy
  • On the wedding day it is recommended to walk or drive through Potseluev bridge, and those who start a kiss on one side of the Moika river and finish it on another will be ensured a long and happy married life

I like to imagine Victor telling Yuuri about this place and then BY ACCIDENT OFC always passing it on their walks WHOOPS YUURI SORRY I DONT MAKE THE RULES YOU KNOW THE TRADITION

NOTE: This isnt the same bridge we saw in the anime, these are two different bridges, no hidden meta

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Trump will ask Congress to pay for the wall, breaking yet another promise

  • Trump hasn’t even entered office, but he might already be breaking one of his signature campaign promises.
  • Instead of having Mexico pay for his proposed border wall, Trump’s transition team is now asking Congress to appropriate the funds.
  • Trump confirmed that he’s asking Congress — but said Mexico will reimburse the U.S. for the cost, a claim that is not based in any fact, given Mexico’s previous statements.
  • Twitter excoriated Trump for already reneging on a campaign promise, 14 days before he’s set to be sworn in. Read more
Dear Future Girlfriend

Dear future girlfriend,
Lemme say I’m sorry in advance for all the times we will fight because it will probably be my fault. And I’m really sorry for all the chances you will give me to kiss you or hold your hand and I don’t. I’m kinda slow with that sorta thing so just grab my hand or grab my shirt and pull me toward you. I’m sorry for all the times I should say ‘babe you look BEAUTIFUL’ and dont. I just want you to know that its because your beauty has left me speechless.
Dear future girlfriend,
When I say that I love you I mean it. In that one phrase I will have given you my heart. So please don’t break it. I know its a little torn and missing but its not your fault.You’re not the first girl I have trusted with it. So I’m sorry if it takes time for me to open up to you. When I do I promise it will be worth the wait.
Dear future girlfriend,
I love you and will always love you. I would give you the moon if I could. I promise I will be faithful to you and only you. I will never look at another girl the way I look at you. You are my world and I will give you everything I have.
Dear future girlfriend,
I can’t wait for you to be mine

Love,
Me

Shattered

The soft patch of ice would not have been much of problem if it hadn’t been on the day of the Grand Prix Final. A malfunction deep within the core of the rink had skewed the fine tuned refrigerators below, and caused the thin top layer of ice to turn into slush almost, but only in one spot. It was such a small spot, and given the size of the rink the probability of a skater hitting it was small, but Yuuri was always prone to finding himself in special situations.

Yuuri had been his normal amount of nervous before the competition started. The events that transpired were notable, but not extraordinary. The Russian Yuri offered nothing less than a bitter taste in Yuuri’s mouth, Viktor the opposite. Viktor always tried his best for Yuuri. He could feel his family watch him hopefully back at home, their eyes shimmering with pride and wonder. His old rink mates offered him soft words of encouragement. Not one person knew what would happen on that day. The day Yuuri could finally redeem himself, the day that he could show off to the world how great Viktor was as a coach, how love affects someone. The list was endless as to why Yuuri thought that day would be special. He never knew the real reason.

Yuuri was halfway through his Eros routine, the sweet words Viktor had said were warm in his mind. His limbs were moving on autopilot, and he lost track of his body to allow the sweetness that was Viktor to permeate through him. That was his secret to a perfect performance. He would let his performance turn into a manifestation of how Viktor made him feel, it was all color and warmth and living. It was messy and beautiful and blushing. It was a great many things.

Yuuri neared the edge of the rink, giving himself a wide girth so he could get sufficient room for his quad. He knew none of the other skaters had gone that far onto the outer section of the court, and he saw the fresh ice glint in his periphery. As he neared, he switched all his weight onto his right leg, preparing to jump.

His blade cut straight through the ice, and due to the rest of the ice being frozen enough, Yuuri did not simply fall. He was stopped abruptly, and as his entire weight was thrown sideways against his trapped foot. His ankle snapped. It was not a deafening snap, it was soft, but the sound of it tore through Yuuri’s entire body. Yuuri didn’t have anytime to think about what had happened, his mind had been too intoxicated by the performance. The seductive music set to his routine faded out of his brain as he fell with the same force and speed onto his knee, and a massive, hot pain exploded within his kneecap. As his torso fell, his chin hit first, taking the remaining weight and force, splitting the skin.

Viktor was already by Yuuri’s side. Astonishment swirled through the warm air as the electricity from the audience was swiftly cut off. The electricity turned into a yellow buzz, as whispers and officials started to pour onto the rink.

Yuuri had not moved. He had not a thought in his mind besides acknowledging the surrealism of the event. He never believed anyone when they said how fast things like this happen. He never believed the force of his own body could break it so easily. The levity of the competition seeped into the ice and froze with it. His cheek laid flush against the ice, turning pink from the harsh cold. His brown eyes stared somewhere past the audience.

Viktor had managed to fly across the rink before anyone else, and he was desperately trying to get Yuuri to respond. He knew exactly the toll this was about to take on Yuuri. Viktor was on his knees, hovering over Yuuri’s crumpled body, his hands gingerly touching. Yuuri’s eyes were full of tears, but he was not crying. He’s not crying.

Viktor felt a blue panic stem through his fingers. Shitshitshit. I don’t know what to do, I’ve never done this before, nothing like this has never happened. He looked down at Yuuri’s legs. Blood had already soaked through the patch of material around the knee, and his ankle appeared to be fine.

“Yuuri, can you move? You need to get off the ice, you’ll get iceburn,” Viktor barely managed, for his breath was trapped in his throat.

Yuuri did nothing. Viktor’s hands started to shake. He’s giving up.

“Yuuri, please. Everything is ok, you just need to move. Everything is fine,” Viktor’s voice began to shake as well. He saw Yuuri’s cheek turn pinker and pinker as the seconds flew by. The blue panic turned into shock, and Viktor’s hands started to shake from the cold. His breath came out in bursts as he shakingly grabbed the sides of Yuuri’s head.

“Get up, Yuuri,” Viktor choked on his words.

As medics and other coaches began to flood around the two, Viktor grabbed Yuuri’s head and slid his legs under. He tried to hold as much of Yuuri as he could, preventing him from touching the ice, while trying not to move his lower half. Yuuri’s head was cradled in the crook of Viktor’s elbow.

“Please help me get him up!” Viktor screamed at the surrounding people. He felt an incredible helplessness, something he was not used to. He had always been able to influence people, especially Yuuri. He knew exactly how to get Yuuri to do something, but now, he was coming up empty. He felt like an absolute idiot. Everyone all had wide eyes and red cheeks. A medic was turning the leg over,and Viktor noticed tears well again in Yuuri’s upturned eyes. A spear of hope shot Viktor’s chest.

“Yuuri, it’s ok, you can cry,” Viktor petted the top of Yuuri’s head, scooping the  black hair out of his sweaty face, “But can you please get up?”

Not even a minute had gone by since Yuuri had fallen. He stared unblinkingly at the ceiling his broken dreams escaped from. He saw Viktor’s platinum hair, but that’s it. He didn’t register the panic, the fear. Just Viktor’s hair.

As more personnel flocked to the scene, someone knelt behind Viktor. They placed their hand on his shoulder as he continued to scream for Yuuri to get up. It was Chris, and he looked down at the distraught Viktor. Viktor didn’t look away from Yuuri, and Chris slid into a sitting position next to Yuuri’s head.

“Come on, Yuuri. You’ve got to be cold. We can get you out of that costume and into some warm clothes so you can be comfortable.” Chris whispered with a voice made of honey.

A gurney was lowered next to Yuuri by the emergency staff, and the bumbling crowd of people thinned out. Questions had been shot at Yuuri the entire time, and flashlights were shone in his eyes, fingers under his jaw counting a pulse. He never moved.  Viktor looked around in horror as he felt Yuuri breaking over and over again in his arms. He knows his career is over.

Viktor gently placed his forehead against Yuuri’s, his eyebrows knit together in strain of keeping tears from bursting forth. Please. Get up. I can handle anything else in the world, except for you breaking.

“Come on, Katsudon,” Viktor’s shaking whisper fell on Yuuri’s pink skin, “I know you’re embarrassed, but no one here thinks anything bad of you. We all want to help you.” Viktor squeezed his eyes shut as hard as he could against Yuuri’s forehead. “For me, Katsudon,” his voice was nothing more than a whisp.

Suddenly, everything hit Yuuri all at once. His hearing returned, and the deafening sound of the crack slithered down to his stomach, and nausea gripped him. He placed his hand over his mouth and tried to sit up, but found himself being held by Viktor. Viktor’s eyes opened and he looked down at Yuuri’s red face.

“Yuuri, are you going to th-” Viktor was cut off by the bile that tore through Yuuri’s mouth. It fell mostly on the ice, but some of it spattered on Viktor. Viktor held under Yuuri’s arms as he continued to vomit, offering him as much comfort as he could. Yuuri’s body was knotted and strained and Viktor held him.

Yuuri coughed out his last, and blinked back tears. He grabbed the sides of his face and dug his fingers into his hair. The pain began.

A twisted heat rotted on his kneecap, and felt as if it were completely shaved off of him. He was painfully aware of the sticky blood that adhered his costume to his leg.

“Are you ok?” Viktor ran his hands down Yuuri’s heaving back and into his hair, his voice croaking a little. With each breath, Yuuri became more and more aware of the excruciating pain in his ankle. It wasn’t sharp like his knee, it wasn’t hot. It was deep, it was an ache. It sent another tendril of nausea into his stomach, and he dry heaved, Viktor feeling the muscles in his back contort. Yuuri could no longer hold back the hot tears, and they tracked down his face. His entire right leg felt as if it was useless and dead.

“Viktor?” Yuuri’s raspy voice whimpered as he turned his body, searching for Viktor. He moved too quickly, and it was as if someone had flicked the broken bone. Yuuri yelped in pain and squeezed his eyes shut. Viktor wrapped his arms around Yuuri once again.

“What hurt you that much when you moved?” Viktor asked, his voice still croaky but gaining composure.

The pain began to dull again, and Yuuri opened his eyes as he gasped for air.

“My ankle, my ankle is broken,” he choked out, and he stared into the ice underneath him.

A female medic knelt down by the two of them. It had only been a minute.

“Yuuri, we need to get you on this gurney, ok? Your leg is too damaged to walk, and we don’t want to hurt you.”

Yuuri nodded, still looking at the ice patch in front of him. Viktor slowly pulled himself away from Yuuri so he could help transfer him onto the gurney.

“We are going to put it right next to you so you can sit on it, and we will help get your legs up, ok?”

Yuuri felt the hot sting of nausea again as he nodded. “Um, I might throw up again,” he warned her.


* * * * * *

The back of Yuuri’s arm muffled the sobs that coughed out of his mouth, and the dim interior lights of the ambulance glinted against his tears. Viktor had Yuuri’s other hand in his lap, drawing obsessive circles within Yuuri’s palm. A nurse busily adjusted a blood pressure cuff and listened to his racing heart.

“Yuuri, can you rate your pain on a scale of one to ten?” the nurse asked, pulling an oxygen mask out.

A radiating hum had settled over Yuuri’s entire body, and his head felt light. He fixated his gaze on the soft, white ceiling of the vehicle. He noticed the faint sensation of Viktor’s finger on his palm, and he was gripped with sleep. He felt heavy and thick with blood and mucus.

“Seven,” his voice trailed off, and his heavy arm fell from Viktor’s grasp.

“Yuuri, you can’t go to sleep, but you can close your eyes ok?” The nurse said, leaning over Yuuri’s head. Viktor had stood in alarm and put his hand on Yuuri’s jaw. Yuuri’s eyes fluttered once more and Viktor’s face came into focus.

“Come on, don’t go to sleep,” Viktor crooned, noticing the oozing strawberry on Yuuri’s chin. He leaned over to the nurse and asked for some alcohol on a cotton ball. She handed it to him with two latex gloves. He stretched them on and leaned down and gently anchored his hand against Yuuri’s lower jaw, knowing exactly how he would react; Yuuri was not good with pain. Viktor swiped the cotton over the open gash, and Yuuri’s lulling eyes spun open into full attention.

“Kuso,” he whispered breathlessly as his craned neck settled back into a laying position. Viktor wordlessly continued to sterilize the wound, and Yuuri’s cold skin melded with Viktor’s warm skin.

The nurse took the bloody cotton ball from Viktor and asked him if he could take off Yuuri’s left skate. Viktor said nothing as he walked to the end of the gurney where Yuuri’s damaged leg lay. He grimaced at it as he walked past the right and approached the left. He removed the skate gingerly, as well as the sock, and Yuuri’s purple and maroon foot slid out. His feet were always covered in bruises, but due to the rough fall, he had fresh cuts. It was another thing that weighed on Viktor.


* * * * * *


When they finally arrived at the hospital, Yuuri was barely conscious. He had vomited some more on the ambulance, and the split bone began to shudder. The doctors were on standby and had been notified of his extreme pain. Viktor never left Yuuri’s side. When they were in the room, they tried to remove his other skate, but this was nearly impossible due to Yuuri’s low pain tolerance. He made an enormous racket, and even with Viktor and a handful of nurses holding him down, he was not able to hold still for the skate to be removed. They decided for the safety of Yuuri and the staff, they would put him under so his costume could be removed as well as his skate.

Yuuri’s hair was plastered to his head with sweat, and his big brown eyes looked pleadingly at Viktor.

“Don’t let them cut this costume… Please,” he whispered, squeezing Viktor’s shoulder.  “It’s yours and I don’t want it to be ruined because of me and…” his voice cracked and more tears raced down his frosty cheeks. Viktor grabbed Yuuri’s hand from his shoulder and held it in both of his, he looked gently at Yuuri.

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” he smiled smoothly, hiding the fact that he knew there was no way the costume could be salvaged. Yuuri squeezed Viktor’s hand, using Viktor to stamp out his fear. Yuuri felt overwhelmingly sad, and all he wanted to do was cry. He just wanted to cry, but he wanted to be alone. He wanted the pain to stop, he wanted to stop feeling nauseous. He wanted to stop feeling like a failure. My career is over.

A nurse placed her hand on Viktor’s shoulder, and he looked up at her.

“We are going to put him under now,” she whispered to Viktor and then looked to Yuuri, “Are you ready for a nice nap?” Yuuri nodded his head weakly, attempting a polite smile. Viktor’s chest swelled with an agonizing love for the boy, and he started stroking his wet hair again. He made a mental note that he would do anything in the entire world for this boy. He wanted to take all the pain away from Yuuri, he wanted him to never feel pain again.

He was crouching next to the bed Yuuri was in, and the nurse administered the sedative in the IV strung up to Yuuri’s arm. Viktor watched as the liquid slithered down the tube and into Yuuri’s hand, all within a matter of thirty seconds. He stood over Yuuri, continuing to stroke him as he fell through five or six degrees of consciousness. Yuuri’s red face sank peacefully into a soft expression, like he had never felt pain in his entire life. He slept so soundly, and Viktor just wanted to stay with him.

“Ok, Mr. Nikiforov, you have to exit the room. We are going to take his skate off and take some xrays,” another nurse spoke to Viktor. He broke his gaze from Yuuri and quietly stood up.

“We will retrieve you as soon as we find out more.” He looked back at Yuuri, and then to the nurse.

“Thank you.”


* * * * * *

“Vicchan?” Yuuri’s mother answered on the first tone of the call.

“Yuuri is under right now, he was in too much pain for them to even take the skate off,” Viktor dug his toe into a crack in the concrete sidewalk he was on.

“His ankle is definitely broken, and his kneecap is shattered. That’s all that they told me so far, but they are doing a bunch of tests to make sure nothing else is wrong.” Viktor continued to tell Yuuri’s mother everything that had happened up until that point, and he told her not to worry too much because Yuuri might be a baby when it comes to pain, but he is also stubborn. He told her there was no reason for them to fly from Japan because Yuuri was not in a life threatening situation.

“Thank you, Vicchan. You mean so much to Yuuri, and I know since you’re there, he will be fine.” Viktor’s steely expression softened at these words, and he thanked her and told her he would call her as soon as he found out more. Just as he hung up the phone, he felt the body heat of another rush to his side. It was Chris.

He had a few bags in his hands, and he was wearing a thick coat and a baseball hat.

“I brought Yuuri’s things from the rink; yours too,” he said, out of breath.

“Oh, you are so kind,” Viktor said, gratefully taking the bags from Chris.

“How is he?”


* * * * * *


The late afternoon turned into late night, and the hospital ignited in yellows and oranges. Viktor paced up and down the hall that was outside of the wing Yuuri was in. They had decided to cast his ankle while he was still under. After telling Chris all the details, Viktor ordered him to go get some sleep. Just before he left, Chris looked Viktor in the eye and said “You know Yuuri would have won, right?” Viktor pressed his lips in a line and nodded his head solemnly.

Hours had passed since Chris’s departure, and Viktor sat in the yellow silence. He couldn’t stop thinking about what Yuuri was thinking about. He knew Yuuri was blaming himself, he knew Yuuri would be completely distraught in the fact that he failed in the name of himself. He leaned his head in his hands as he sat, staring at the picture of seagulls on the wall. I bet Yuuri could tell me what kind of gulls those are.

“Mr. Nikiforov?” A woman in blue scrubs poked her head through the door opposite Viktor.

“He’s waking up.”


* * * * * *

Viktor felt a hot fire of protectiveness wash over him as he laid eyes on Yuuri’s mangled body. Yuuri was paler than usual, almost as pale as Viktor. A bandage sat on the bottom of Yuuri’s chin, as well as on his eyebrow. Viktor pushed the chair that was in the corner of the room by the head of the bed, and before sitting down, he stroked Yuuri’s hair again.

“Where’s Viktor?” Yuuri whispered, turning his head toward the touch. He was not completely conscious.

“I’m right here,” the words filtered through Viktor’s smile. Viktor was not used to being grim for this long of a time, and seeing that Yuuri wasn’t in pain anymore was a tremendous relief.

“You’re not Viktor. I know what he sounds like, you’re an imposter. His voice is happier than yours.” Yuuri furrowed his brow, keeping his eyes tightly shut as Viktor continued stroking his hair.

“Oh yeah?” Viktor’s amused smile trickling across his face.

“Yeah. He’s my favourite,” Yuuri began to drift off into sleep again, “Also, did you know he really likes katsudon? It’s really cool, because I happen to be katsudon. It’s like a love story or something…” he finished, his words melding together.

“Or something,” Viktor’s eyes full of affection.

“Viktor is best figure,” Yuuri nearly shouted. Viktor petted Yuuri’s cheek.

“Yuuri, people are sleeping in here.”

“I’m sorry,” Yuuri’s voice whispered liked a child.

“How do you know I’m not Viktor?” Viktor chuckled softly.

“Well, I don’t know, maybe you are, you haven’t taken off that hood.”

“Ohhhh, sorry. Let me take it off,” Viktor stared down at Yuuri. Yuuri’s eyes spread open and he saw Viktor. A sheepish smile set Yuuri’s face sideways, and he reached up his hand to touch Viktor’s chin.

“Your chin is pretty,” he took his finger from Viktor and placed it on his chin, “Mine is not.”

Yuuri trailed off into sleep, his leftover smile leaving a soothing feeling in Viktor’s stomach. Viktor swept a lock of Yuuri’s hair behind his ear, kissed his forehead, and straightened up. He leaned back in the chair, folded his arms and watched over Yuuri until he was fully awake. Yuuri would ask for Viktor occasionally, but he always fell back asleep. Sometimes he asked about practice, sometimes about Phichit. As the hours passed, Viktor sensed it was very early in the morning. He was able to see the bandages on Yuuri’s knee, as well as the soft blue cast that engulfed his ankle. The nurses delivered some dinner for both of them, but it sat cold and untouched.  

Yuuri sat up and looked Viktor fully in the face. His eyes were sharp and attentive; he was finally fully awake. Before Viktor could stand, Yuuri had already burst into tears. He cupped his pink face in his hands, his shoulders silently bobbing.

“Scoot over,” Viktor whispered, not saying anything else. Yuuri inched over as Viktor perched on the edge of his bed, pulling Yuuri into his arms. Yuuri let Viktor hold him, and he relaxed in the embrace. Viktor put his chin on the top of Yuuri’s head, and simply held him why he cried. Viktor didn’t care how long he cried, Viktor didn’t care about anything except for Yuuri’s existence. He kissed Yuuri’s forehead as Yuuri grappled at Viktor’s coat, pulling him closer. Yuuri cried for the pain he felt, the embarrassment of injuring himself in front of the whole world, the thought that he’d never skate competitively again, the thought of him almost winning the Grand Prix Final, the thought of making Viktor worry. So many things pooled out of Yuuri’s eyes and into Viktor’s suit. They were shrouded in the choking silence of a sleeping hospital, and the silence only made Yuuri’s quiet sobs more deafening in Viktor’s ears.

“Yuuri, listen. You’re not a failure. This accident was not your fault,” Viktor whispered, rocking Yuuri in his arms.

They fell asleep with each other. The visual of the larger Viktor, his big brown coat cascading off of the hospital bed, intertwined with Yuuri and his beaten body, contrasted to the harsh colors of the hospital suite. They were so soft and peaceful and sleeping.

They were awoken by a nurse bringing breakfast. Yuuri sat up, peeling himself from Viktor’s chest while blinking away the sedentary salt, for he had gained his appetite back. The room was bright, and the stagnant feel of a hospital at night dispelled when the door was opened to reveal a bustling morning community. Viktor pressed his lips to Yuuri’s forehead, and told him he would be right back, and as he left he saw Yuuri gingerly start eating his breakfast. Viktor exited the room and went out in the hallway. He passed worried wives, happy new mothers, screaming children. He passed annoyed nurses, pensieve doctors, fresh-faced interns. He never liked hospitals. It never meant anything good.

He stood under a street lamp and pulled out his phone, seeing himself in the reflection briefly. His hair was a mess and there were giant purple bags under his eyes. He looked down at the suit he was still wearing from yesterday and saw the dark splotches from Yuuri’s tears. He felt the rough bite of the wind on his nose. He typed a number into his phone and placed it to his ear. A snowflurry dropped onto his shoulders, and Viktor looked to the sky as a voice answer. The clouds were grey and so was the snow that fell.

“Hey, it’s me, Viktor. I need you to make me another costume immediately.”

They tell you moving on is easy, but moving on is actually one of the most difficult things to do. Getting over someone is a constant state of missing someone to wishing they didn’t exist, to loving them to hating them, to wanting them to never talk to you again to hoping and wishing they’d send you a text. It slowly gets easier as the distance between you two gets greater, but I don’t know if you can truly get over someone you once cared about. They will always have a part of your heart and be a part of who you were and who you are, but I promise one day you’ll realize you deserved to be loved not considered, you deserved to be fought for not given up on, you will see that person was a lesson not a rule. Just keep pushing forward.
—  Sincerely moving on // RK.

Headcanon that after Matt and Dan’s wedding, everyone is sitting around (most of them drunk) and they all decide to disclose their Lists (for celeb banging ofc) and Dan goes first and gives the names of an actor, a soccer player, and, to everyone’s surprise, a male ballet dancer. 

Allison has a couple of musicians on her list. Renee swears she’s never heard of this List thing, but she promises to come up with at least one name by the end of the night. Aaron grudgingly admits that there are at least five actresses that he would totally bang given the opportunity, and Katelyn isn’t at all shy about listing off her celebrities.

Nicky’s list is too long to even bother going over, but Neil is situated in the lineup somewhere between eighth choice and fifth choice “because it just depends on the night, Neil, but don’t worry you’re still pretty.” 

Neil is also right at the top of Matt’s list, and at this point Andrew just casually sets his hand on top of Neil’s knee and meets Nicky and Matt’s gazes with an icy one of his own. So Matt, who is drunk and honestly doesn’t give a shit anymore, asks Andrew who’s on his List and Andrew just casually replies “I don’t need a list” and then Matt asks Neil and Neil says “it’s only ever been Andrew” and Nicky loses his shit because fuck Andrew and Neil are so in love and it’s really gross tbh like get them out of my face

anonymous asked:

Could you and the other eruri fanfic writers do a collaborate and fix the final chapters?

Oh my dear Anon, we already have.  We’ve fixed it over and over and over again. 

We’ve given Erwin the memorials and funerals he deserved

We’ve let Levi mourn

We’ve given Erwin and Levi one last beautiful night together

We’ve given them closure

We’ve let them live on as actors

We’ve reincarnated them  

We’ve brought them together in entirely alternative universes

We’ve fixed it for them so many times, and we’ll continue to keep fixing it because Eruri is life. 

I know I’ve missed so many links here, so please feel free to reblog and add your own links and recs.

eris · goddess of chaos, strife and discord

Eris was the Greek goddess of chaos, strife and discord. She was the daughter of Zeus and Hera; according to other myths, she was the daughter of Nyx (dark night) alone. Eris played an important role in the events that eventually led to the Trojan War. All of the Olympians had been invited to the wedding of Peleus and Thetis, who would become the parents of Achilles; however, Eris was not invited, due to her inclination to cause discord. As a means of revenge, Eris dropped the golden Apple of Discord into the party, which had the words To The Fairest One inscribed on it. Hera, Athena and Aphrodite started quarreling over who the apple should be given to, so Zeus appointed Paris, Prince of Troy, as the person to solve the dispute. The goddesses offered Paris various gifts, but he eventually picked Aphrodite, who promised him the most beautiful woman in the world; Helen, wife of Menelaus, king of Sparta.

requested by: @imalittlebean

lets rewrite the entire recent stevenbomb

(Long post, cropped for space)

This recent bomb was pretty terrible imho so I’ve decided to re write it with the materials I was given. If i sat down with a cohesive crew i could come up with something even more solid, but I really do believe that what I came up with has better drama, pacing, and character development, it stays on message, and has lots to look forward to at the end that leaves the viewer excited for the promise of more

  • Lets have this be heavily Amethyst centric. Steven starts with those dreams, and at first the gems are reluctant to let Steven go figure out what he’s seeing. But the one who eventually says it would be a good idea is Amethyst. “If the rest of you won’t take him I will. Sounds kind of fun.”  

  • if you’re gonna have the pink palanquin be somewhere that needs to be traveled to, please use anyone else besides uncle racist. You have greg who could easily buy plane tickets. you have Lion. You have Lapis.

  • greg gets abducted still, just do it with the blue diamond we were promised not the one we were given. you expect me to to just accept that she looks like that now? shut up

  • have amethyst be terrified in the presence of Blue Diamond. Amethyst says “Stop.” and Blue diamond, instead of treating her like an actual threat, insults her. Calls her defective, and weak, and considers it an insult that Amethyst would even think it’s okay to speak to her. You can feel the immense power radiating off of her. Amethyst feels like she’s so weak that even if she tried to rescue greg she’d fail immediately. So she panics and stiffens up until it’s too late. It’s her first real exposure to the diamonds (a call on the diamond line doesn’t count) and she knows what she’s up against now and it’s really scary

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Friendly reminder that Jude Mathis spent the first fifteen years of his life trying to be his parents and seek their approval even though his father abused him. And that all he wanted to do was to stay by Milla’s side because he didn’t know what else to do with his life and had a depression episode after her death.

Friendly reminder that Milla Maxwell is highly implied to be non-binary and was promised a purpose for her life and then found out she was lied to her entire life and was basically tossed away by the person who created her and her sister cause she wasn’t useful anymore.

Friendly reminder that Ludger Will Kresnik couldn’t get a job after high school until he found one as a cook at the age of 21 and that blew up in his face and was given an enormous debt that someone his age couldn’t possible deal with.

Friendly reminder that the Xillia protagonists have very real and relatable problems and circumstances and I love and will defend them until the day I die.

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Once upon a time a mighty hero and adventurer found in the depths of the snow mountains a (very angry) ice fairy, who turned to be the young prince of the Fae. The hero and the Fae Prince became close friends, and went into adventures together until the hero had to return to his homeland. When they departed, the Fae Prince made him promise to come back in a few years, when he became old enough to pick a spouse, and marry him. The hero knew young fairies were easily infatuated, and agreed lightheartedly, thinking that promise a children’s game.

The hero returned to his lands, and time passed, the memory of the young Prince long turned into a tale for the younger ones, until one day, the Fae Prince, now turned Fae King appeared in the village, demanding to be given what he was promised once.

I have exactly one of two feeder moods at any given time

1.) “Oh my, look how swollen your stomach is now~ You’ve eaten so much for me; I’m so proud of you.. But you’re not done yet! The only way you can rest is by falling into a food coma. I want your belly drum-tight, so big and heavy it’s pressing on your lungs, making it hard to breathe. You’ll look so adorably vulnerable, moaning from being stuffed to the gills with sooo much food, but I promise to shower your exhausted body with the rubs and kisses you so very much earned <3″

2.) “unnhghyes sqUIsH me///”

poems, even when narrative, do not resemble stories. all stories are about battles, of one kind or another, which end in victory or defeat. everything moves towards the end, when the outcome will be known. poems, regardless of any outcome, cross the battlefields, tending the wounded, listening to the wild monologues of the triumphant or the fearful. they bring a kind of peace. not by anaesthesia or easy reassurance, but by recognition and the promise that what has been experienced cannot disappear as if it had never been. yet the promise is not of a monument. (who, still on a battlefield, wants monuments?) the promise is that language has acknowledged, has given shelter, to the experience which demanded, which cried out.

john berger, from and our faces, my heart, brief as photos

Week Two

A/N: Welcome to week two where I still don’t know what I’m doing! 

Dean x Reader

Monster by @torn-and-frayed (angst)

Fuuuuuckkk. That was… that was not what I expected at all! The ending literally just blindsided me and ripped me apart. I don’t like the feels that you made me feel! You have a heart steph?! ….this is almsot as bad as burning Baby…..

Another Reason To Hate Witches by @winchester-writes (angst)

I promise you I didn’t need another reason to hate witches! But alas you gave me one any and ripped my heart out in the process. This just broke me, no closure was given! It hurt so good.

Bunker Bunnies by @bcr36  (fluff)

This was so cute and I loved it sooo much! I would totally do this with the boys! I also loooved the surprise that Dean give the reader! It made my heart swell! I need my own Dean!

Freckles by @senselesssamii (fluff)

This was adorable! I love Daddy!Dean and could read this 10 times over. I also like how she had known Dean almost their entire lives and how his freckles kept multiplying! 

Cherry Pie by @emilywritesaboutdean (fluff)

All the pie! I love that the reader was able to kick ass on her own and didn’t need Dean to come save her! She aint no damsel in distress! Which also makes her the perfect match for Dean.

The End Of Time by @impala-dreamer (angst)

Noooooo. Why you gotta do this? Why you gotta make me feel this way! Why Beka? WHY? My poor little bean! And to smush baby like that… just cruel! WHY.

The Start Of An Apple Pie Life by @deanssweetcherrypie (fluff)

This was so sweet and fluffy! Reading this first thing in the morning was a great start to the day! Great job on this, I’d love to see more fluff from you!

Love Hurts by @thegreatficmaster (angstss)

This shouldn’t have hurt me as much as it did! Like I AM A DEAN GIRL! … but but but Sammy, poor alone Sammy. I don’t know how to feel anymore. I feel like everyone is trying to turn my into a Sam girl recently…..

Fast Cars And Freedom by @atc74 (fluff)

AWWWWW. Omg this is what I needed in a week full of angstiness! This was adorable and the ending was possibly the cutest thing ever! #I need a dean in my life

Wake Up Sweetheart by @jensen-jarpad  (fluff)

Look I sleep naked and I would 100% be ok with this happening. I also hate the mornings and I love tp sleep but I’d be ok with Dean waking me up!

I Am The Passenger by @deandoesthingstome (no pairing)

This was beautiful! You described everything so well! This is essentially 1126 words of pure poetry! It just flowed from one word to the next, never breaking. Amazing job!

Sam x Reader

Betrayed by @percywinchester27 (flangst)

Well wasn’t that just all kids of emotional! It was angst and it was fluff! I’m glad she see’s Mary in full light and not just blindly loveing her becasue she is the boys mother!

Enjoying The Show by @jpadjackles (Smuty threesome)

Hell yes I enjoyed the show! Holy shit B! That was so hot. Like I don’t even have the words to describe it hot. All I can think right now is to just beg you for more!!

Busted by @impala-dreamer (fluffskies)

Honorable little Sammy and drunk little Y/N. Im truly a sucker for a damsel in distress, even if the distress is just a wasted Y/N. I also found myself rooting for Y/N to keep it down!

Love And War by @idreamofhazel (all the GD ANGST)

HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME! TO SAM! TO DEAN! Why hazel, why you gotta do this! Oh boy. Yeah you can blame me because it was my murder challenge buy wow did you take it and run.

Flip Over by @impala-dreamer (smut)

My neck hurts too Sam! You can just come on over anytime you want! No seriously… I’m not kidding. Ugh this was just so great! PS I’ll massage you back Sam ;)

Unsung Heroes by @idreamofhazel

Lindsee! Every time I read anything you write I feel like I’m reading a true piece of art! It’s like poetry! Music to the eyes! Was that a dumb saying? It probably was. This was truly beautiful!

Cas x Reader

Stress Relief by @pinknerdpanda (fluff)

This was so cute! I wish Cas could just pop in and fix me up when I’m hurt! Also, I really love the line at the end! With the wink! *swoon*

Jensen x Reader

Ideal by @dancingalone21 (fluff)

Someone make a bet with me so I can lose it! If this will be the result I WILL WEAR THAT SHIRT. PS I love how this drabble turned into a one shot!

You Love It by @bringmesomepie56 (fluff)

I do love it! This was so cute and so fluffy! Also featuring one of my favorite songs! I belt out Bohemian Rhapsody very frequently and if Jensen were to randomly pop in while it was doing it, I wouldn’t mind ;)

That One Dreadful Call by @winchester-writes (angstiness)

I just want to help but I don’t know how to help! My poor Jensen! I’m really gonna need a part two here! I will beg…

Aldo The Teddy Bear by @seeingsupernatural  (ANGST)

WERE YOU TRYING TO KILL US ALL! Omg my poor heart! This stuck with me for the rest of the day, trying to come up with a way to make Jensen feel better!

Jared x Reader

Welcome Back. by @crowleysplaythings (angst)

I keep scrolling down for more! There’s not more! Why is there not more!? I need to know! I ususally dont put series in my fic rec but I just had too! Can’t wait to read the next parts!

WHILE WE’RE ON THE SUBJECT OF FASCINATING HISTORICAL GREEK FACTS

  • In Sparta, men were only given an honorable burial if they died during battle. However, women were given the same respectful burial if they died during childbirth. In Sparta, giving birth to a promising Spartan soldier was just as important and honorable as fighting like one.
  • Sparta was set up so that the men - the soldiers - were always prepared to do what was asked of them. They were trained from a young age to follow the rules of the state. Because of this, despite not having any official political power, Spartan women often had strong influence on Spartan politics; they were easily able to influence the men when it came to voting and making decisions.
  • From a very young age boys would leave their mother to join a barracks and learn how to become a warrior. While girls did not move out, they too learned the importance of physical fitness. They were taught to train and be active as much as they could throughout their lives, as it meant they were more likely to give birth to healthy soldiers. Additionally, women in Sparta were not taught to be nearly as modest as their Greek sisters. In Sparta it was more about functionality than modesty.
  • Spartan girls were also taught taunts to shout at the boys during training, in an effort to encourage the boys to work harder
Random WW2-era Stucky prompt

Steve and Bucky are roommates and best friend but they are not in a relationship or even aware of the other’s feelings. Before shipping out, Bucky gives Steve one of his parents’s wedding bands pretending he lost/pawned off the other/wants to keep it for memory but Steve can pawn off the other if he needs money to eat. He thinks he’s SO CLEVER, silently promising Steve forever without SAYING SO. So he leaves for the front with a wedding ring on his finger and the other safely in Steve’s possession.
When Steve becomes Captain America, he starts wearing the ring on a chain around his neck, because Bucky CAN’T HAVE POSSIBLY given him the ring as an engagement thing. They’re both boys and it’s just not done and Bucky is into dames anyway. But it’s nice to cling onto the idea that they’ll be together forever.
Long story short, when they get reunited in Europe, and they keep wearing and fiddling with the rings 24/7, EVERYBODY realizes they’re in love and basically married before they do.
Helpful Howling Commandos are not as helpful as they think. Also, Peggy has little patience for oblivious boys who just won’t see what’s right in front of them. It soon reaches the point where everyone is just THIS CLOSE to push them in a closet and yell NOW KISS from the outside.

Chamber of Secrets - Part 5

Originally posted by collisionofdcandmarvel


Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventually)

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: I’m sorry this one took so long to post, today is the last day of finals and I’M FINALLY FREE! Also, my internet was being a bitch, I can’t even open tumblr for the past few days. This one is a little bit short but I promise the next part won’t take this long :)

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WAKANDA

Steve Rogers stood silently in front of his best friend. A million things were running inside his brain, some were not nice things. He was sad, devastated, desperate, angry and all of those emotions mixed into one. He had never been this anxious in his life and with the little control that he has, it was driving him near insanity.

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