but whatever here you go!


He gave me 19 caps and then ascended to heaven. 


Part 3 of Yuri!!! on Ice but with text-to-speech voices and pretty awful writing.

Part 2: Viktor’s Lament // Part 3: Pip Pip Yurio // Part 4: Eye of the Tiger

Otp Moments ~ Prompts

“I fell into your lap on accident oh god you’re so close now I can’t breathe”

“You’re cutting my hair and I’m trying not to focus on your hands in my hair and your breath on my neck”

“I scraped my knee and now your fixing it up and I swear if you don’t stop running your hands over my leg I will kick you”

“We may or may not be hiding in a locker and we may or may not be squished against each other”

“Hold me I’m cold…oh god you are VERY close is that my heart or freaking sonic stuck in my chest”

“Hey, you got something on your face let me get it for you, wait oh crap”

“We’re doing that trusting exercise of staring at each other for 5 minutes and the tension between us is suffocating”

“Here I’ll help you, I know first aid, just sit still”

“This sofa is very small and our legs are brushing and our shoulders touching and now you’re whispering something in my ear I can’t handle this”

“I did NOT mean to lean into you I just saw something okay I SWEAR”

“You tried to reach across me but your face got really close to mine and now we’re just staring at each other”

“I’m going to teach you how to dance, come here”

What if Draco and Harry were sitting in a bar - a noisy, crowded bar with the music so loud it was almost deafening, their drinks watery and of a nauseatingly bad quality, the repugnant smell of sweat and beer overwhelming them. What if Harry was sitting there, his eyebrows knotted because he had tried to talk, tried to get his voice to carry over the narrow space between them. What if Harry’s hand was resting on Draco’s leg to get closer, to get his mouth next to Draco’s ear to let himself to be heard, his warm breath tickling against Draco’s cheek. What if Harry would be like that, close and familiar and hot - the hand on Draco’s leg all Draco could focus on, his breath all he could feel.

Because in such a moment Draco would, beyond a single doubt, fall irreversibly in love with Harry, with the way his heart would clench with every throaty laugh, the way he’d flinch closer to Draco whenever each new song started - seemingly louder than the last one. He would fall head over heels for the saviour, for the glint in his eyes under the cheap disco lights, for the cocky grin he’d give Draco for a joke Draco hadn’t been able to focus on because all he could think about was Harry, Harry, Harry -

What if Draco and Harry were sitting in a bar?

Thieves Among Us (2/4)

Let Jon have his armies and his devoted wildlings and the love of their people, she thinks. Let him have his dragon queen. She’s in possession of a secret, tragic as it may be, but at least it’s entirely her own. For Sansa, that’s more than enough. It has to be. Rated M; inspired by content from S7.

He had learned early on that he’ll never be able to perfect the art of being aloof, at least before her, but he’s still determined to keep himself as detached from her as best as he’s able. Jon does it to preserve himself. He needs to, if he’s going to do what he’s been tasked with. In the time that they all live in, there just isn’t any moment for possibility—there shouldn’t be. It’s much too dangerous, lingering on that tempting idea of what could have been, or even what was, for that matter. That’s what they always stress, Ser Davos and his advisors; there must be no opportunity for chance, is what they say, not even the slightest gap, because it leaves room for disaster, for chaos. It must be avoided at all costs. And while they all refer to the battle that looms ahead of them, he’s learned that it’s best to apply it to other aspects of his life, too.  

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Sherlock X Reader

Title: Secrets aren’t secrets when they’re that obvious
Pairing: Sherlock x Reader  Part 2 

Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mary Watson, Mrs. Hudson

Warnings: None, I mean just warning you Sherlock’s OOC lol sorry

Word Count:  1,364

Request: How about a Sherlock x reader fic (maybe about 1000+ words if you don’t mind?) where they’re a couple but nobody else knows and whenever he’s nice to the reader everyone’s just really confused about it. Maybe one day Mrs Hudson or Lestrade finds them kissing at the flat, and it’s just really fluffy? Love your blog!

A/N: Here it is after such a long time, sorry about that. Oh and I got really lazy with the ending….. I hope you like it Anon.

You sigh shifting your weight as you attempted to get comfortable on the couch. Sherlock shuffling in his chair caused you to look up. He smiled an uncharacteristically warm smile and patted the space between his legs. You giggled and pointed to yourself mouthing “me”. He smirked nodding. You slid off of the couch and walked hesitantly over to your boyfriend if that was even the right word to use for what Sherlock was to you. You sat down slowly and Sherlock’s arms wrapped around your waist pulling you against his chest. A blush crawled up your neck as you snuggled up closer to him.

With a comfortable sigh, you opened your book yet again. After a few chapters with him reading over your shoulder, which worked out ok as he would always finish before you and didn’t mind waiting for you to catch up your head hit his chest. Your eyes fluttered shut as you were unable to keep them open any longer. The book slipped from your fingers, you cracked your eye open a smidge to see Sherlock catch the book before it fell. With a comfortable sigh, you smiled and closed your eyes again.

You were awoken by the noise of John shutting the front door and chatting happily with Mrs. Hudson downstairs. Like lighting, you shot up out your seat and sat down in John’s chair. You frowned slightly missing the warmth of Sherlock against your back as you tried to find the page you had last read before you fell asleep. Of course, there’s no reason for John to find out today, you thought brushing some hair behind your ear. You glanced up at Sherlock to see him putting on a fake pout for you.

Your eyes narrowed, “It will just be easier this way.”

“I know,” Sherlock replied calmly.

“You know what?” John asked pushing the door open.

“Everything”, you muttered with a displeased look on your face. John laughed and greeted you both, Sherlock grunted vaguely in reply. “Hello John how was your day today?” you asked with a grin.

“Oh you know just planning the wedding and such”, John failed to hide the smile in his voice as he walked into the kitchen.

“That’s great! Is it coming along well then?”

“Oh yes, I’m very excited”, John called poking his head out of the kitchen wearing a wild smile. You looked over at Sherlock, a foreign expression crossing his face.  You frowned and shook your head looking down at your book once again.

Days later you stood flush against Sherlock’s chest your hands on his chest trying to push him away. Sherlock being his usual stubborn self, leaned down in an attempt to kiss you, which resulted in you pushing him farther away. What is he thinking? Does he want to get caught? He’s supposed to be on a case with John, you thought freeing yourself from his arms.

“You have to go and meet John”, you scolded folding your arms over your chest,” Sherlock you’re never late for a case. They will be suspicious.” You glared at him somewhat playfully.

“Let them have their suspicions”, Sherlock persuaded, your glare hardened. “Just one kiss then?” Sherlock asked with a quirked eyebrow.

You nodded reluctantly. In an instant his smooth lips were on yours with a fiery passion that made your knees weak, hands were on your hips caressing them hungrily. You relaxed against him instantly; the feeling of his lips against yours was always pure bliss. You moaned quietly as his tongue pushed its way into your mouth. As the two of you were so wrapped up in each other you completely forgot that you weren’t alone in 221b that day.

“SHERLOCK” Mrs. Hudson shrieked. Sherlock’s lips left yours right away but his arms tightened around your waist. “Oh! I-I am sorry!” Mrs. Hudson stuttered as she bent down to pick up the tray and the shattered teacups.

You coughed and shook your head,”Uh no, no I got it Mrs. Hudson; you don’t want to cut your hand.” You cooed kneeling down to help her.  Sherlock sighed from above you and ran a hand through his hair, he reached over the both of you to grab his coat and scarf.

“So you and Sherlock? Really?” She whispered looking up to meet your eyes. You nodded and covered your mouth to stop the giggle that bubbled up in your throat.

“Ok well I have to meet John” Sherlock announced stepping over you and Mrs. Hudson. You pouted a little and called a goodbye to him down the stairs.

You sighed putting on your coat, as Sherlock slid on his scarf.

“Remind me again why we have to get separate rooms. Mrs. Hudson probably told half the country by now”, you said with a side sliding your backpack onto your shoulders.

“I told her specifically not to tell anyone. So I am doing as you like and keeping our relationship a secret.” Sherlock told you simply picking up both your bag and his own and heading down the stairs to your car. You sighed with a smile going down the stairs in a happy daze. Sherlock had never really referred to your relationship let alone actually defended it.

The car hummed slightly as Sherlock drove you to the hotel. Your hand rested comfortably on your hand as you gazed out the window with a goofy smile. He loved you; you thought hopefully, he always showed you in little ways. As little as acknowledging that the two of you were in a relationship. He did say it to you once that’s how you knew for sure, but it was nice when he showed you, even if it was in his own weird way.

“You really asked her not to say?” you asked thinking maybe it was just too good to be true, maybe you heard him wrong…

“Of course, well you did say you didn’t want anyone to know yet didn’t you?”

“Well yes, but I didn’t think-“

“Didn’t think what? That I was capable of respecting your privacy.” Sherlock cut you off.

“No, I just, uh thank you, Sherlock, that really meant a lot to me”, you finished, and he smirked and grabbed your hand.  

“I know. That’s why I told her, love.” Sherlock whispered and rubbed his thumb over your hand in a soothing motion.

You smiled your heart filling with an immeasurable joy, and you let out a content sigh. The rest of the car ride passed in a blur for you as you relished in what little time you had left to be even somewhat romantic with Sherlock. This weekend was about Mary and John, not you and Sherlock and you would try your hardest to keep your relationship a secret.  

You weren’t quite sure how Sherlock snuck into your room help you get ready, but he did and you were glad he did. Sherlock looked fantastic in his best man suit and just the sight of him made your face hot.

“Sheryl, zip me up please.” You shuddered when his cold hands brushed against your back as he threw you hair over your shoulder, in one fluid motion he zipped up your dress. His long arms wrapped around your waist as he looked in the mirror at the two of you.

“You look absolutely ravishing”, he whispered in your ear,” Oh. It seems it’s time to get out there.” Sherlock said letting go of you and nodding his goodbye.

Later, you were overjoyed to learn that your dancing partner was to be Sherlock. It was quite obvious you being Mary’s maid of honor but it never really crossed your mind until he was leading you out onto the dance floor. It was magical to be able to be in Sherlock’s arms, in public, without question.

As you turned you say Mrs. Hudson smiling with glee, you blushed and hid your head in Sherlock’s chest. This caused him to smirk down at you a certain admiration filling his eyes.

From across the room, John shook his head and nudged Mary to look at you. “I knew it”, he whispered to her, “He’s only nice to her.”


“so dogs do have breakfast.” -cas probably

(inspired by cas taking crowley’s words relating to a dog’s breakfast quite literally like the precious cinnamon bun that he is)

Here’s my “Yuri!!! On Ice” cast. Yeah, it’s incomplete af and only exist in my imagination, so feel free to dismiss it if you have to.

Viktor Nikiforov (John Cameron Mitchell) : That adorable heart-shaped smile O_o

Here’s an ultra sassy a video of him, if you’re curious.

Yuuri Katsuki: (Yuzuru Hanyu) Boy, what a katsudon!

Here’s a video of him going full katsudon. Whatever you do, don’t ever go full katsudon.

Yuri Plistetsky (Artur Gachinsky): The Russian Punk Fairy. Here’s a video of Mr. Plisetsky.

Otabek Altin  (Erjan Alimbetov) : Sorry. I couldn’t find a better pic. Genuinely sorry. Here’s a video, you can find him at 0:32. And a proper video. And here’s a better song video, He’s at 0:27 .

Yakov (Yuri Shjerbakov - Юрий Щербаков): This time I’m seriously not sorry, he’s a legend in my eyes. Here’s video of him, going all Russian.

Phichit (Michael Christian Martinez ): Here’s a video. Watch it. Now. 

Chris (Michal Brezina):  Nothing to say. Video here.


Lunvr’s Art Collection Vol.1

Hi!!! So I made some more paintings of some beautiful black women, I mean idk, I liked them so I put them in my game and decided to share them with my lovelies. Credits to the creator of the blank canvas, as well as to badassgenius (IG) for these great pieces. Download is under the cut! Tag me if you use em blah blah…whatever. Here ya go.

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so basically im a shit artist and i run this also shit gaster blog here
but i drew my dadster and just decided “hey why not upload it here”

ive never really been a huge fan of posting my art online just because im still trying to get comfortable with my art myself, and with that being said i may or may not make an art blog based on the feedback of this shit doodle
but eh, what the hell
here he is


finally decided to make and art blog! you can find it here!   ↪ anemicAberration

its only just started so i dont have a whole lot on there, but please check and out and maybe follow! i hope to post as frequently as possible

Popcorn - Chris Evans x Reader

Prompt: Can you do “Did you really just throw popcorn at me” from the prompt list with Chris Evans please?
A/N: So this one isn’t that long, it’s only 5 words, but I liked writing this one - thanks for the request anon! (Also I just realised this is the first Chris Evans request I’ve had!!)

12 days of Ficmas - Day 5

Originally posted by amerlcachavez

It was just another Sunday in the Evans’ household. You and Mr Captain America himself, Chris Evans had been married for six months now. The two of you loved married life and spent every second you could together, just being in each other’s company.  

“Babe?” Chris called from the same spot on the sofa that he sat down in an hour and a half ago.
“Hm?” you replied, only half listening to whatever it was he was going to say.
“Can you come here a sec?” he poked his head up over the back of the sofa to give you the puppy dog eyes. “Please?” he added after a moment of silence from you.
“Chris, I’m a bit busy at the moment,” you responded gesturing to the dinner pots you were washing, “what’s up?”
“Just come here” he sighed.
“I’d be able to if you got off your arse and helped me out” you said, trying to get him to help out just once. He didn’t respond so you turned your back to him and continued washing up. Moments later, you felt something soft hit the back of your head.
“What the hell?” you asked yourself quietly, turning around to see a single, rather large piece of popcorn on the floor behind you. Chris was sat on the other side of the room, stifling his laughter.
“Did you just throw popcorn at me?!”
“Who, me?” Chris asked with just a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
“Oh, it’s on!” you taunted as you scooped up a handful of bubbles from the sink and began to run towards him.

“No, no, no! Babe, please!” Chris begged as you backed him into a corner, ready to wipe your handful of bubbles down the side of his face.
“What’s it worth to you?” you asked mischievously.
Chris stood there thinking for a moment before he responded “nothing” and grabbed the bubbles out of your hand. “Bet you didn’t see that one coming did you?” he raised an eyebrow and then winked at you.
“Actually,” you replied, “that’s exactly what I thought you would do.”

Chris was holding the bubbles right in front of your face. He stood there, gobsmacked. You used this opportunity to blow the bubbles directly at him. He didn’t know what had hit him until the moment you started running.
“Oh, hell no!” Chris shouted before giving chase. There wasn’t much space for running around so it wasn’t long before he caught up to you. Without giving it a second thought, he picked you up and put you over his shoulder.
“Chris, no!” you protested, knowing exactly what was going to happen next. “Put me down” you reached around and just managed to cover his eyes with your hand.
He removed your hand with ease and began walking towards the bedroom.

Opening the door with his foot, he chuckled victoriously.
“This isn’t over” you grinned.
“Oh, I believe it is” he said, throwing you down onto the bed. He stood, towering over you for a moment. “I love you” he whispered.