competing is fun

I kind of want a show that’s called like, Extreme Obstacle Course: Wheelchair Edition or something, except instead of building obstacle courses they just bringing local wheelchair users into an average business and highlight how freaking impossible it is to get around using a wheelchair in most public spaces. 

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Thank you so much to everyone that voted, we had over 5,000 votes cast! Here are the official prompts for Otayuri Week 2017, which has been moved to run from February 20 - February 26. These prompts can be romantic or platonic and as specific/broad as you like. All forms of media (fanfiction, fanart, graphics, cosplay, meta, etc) are accepted. Please read our About and Rules/FAQ for more information.

In addition to selecting the most popular prompts, we’ve also given two possible prompt options for most days as well as examples of topics for each prompt (note that these examples are just guidelines/suggestions and aren’t required). Feel free to pick whichever prompt you like best, or combine them, or do something for both! Contact us or check our Prompts page if you have any questions regarding the prompts or would like further explanation.

DAY ONE (Feb 20):
• First times/Confessions
(pining, first time dating/kissing/cuddling, love declarations)

DAY TWO (Feb 21):
• Social Media
(Twitter, Instagram, Skype, Snapchat, selfies, online relationships) OR
• Celebrations
(medals, holidays, birthdays)

DAY THREE (Feb 22):
• Childhood/Memories 
OR
• Future/Coming-of-age
(both to do with family, friends, ‘agape,’ dreams, goals)

DAY FOUR (Feb 23):
• Domestic/Intimacy 
(pets, cuddling, cooking, living together) OR
• Long Distance (long-distance relationships, reunions, traveling, visits)

DAY FIVE (Feb 24):
• Fears
(misunderstandings, jealousy, fights, temptation) OR
• Encouragement (support, ‘davai’/thumbs-up, promises)

DAY SIX (Feb 25):
• Pair Skating
 (training/practicing together, competing, just-for-fun) OR
• Rivalry (competitions, team/national rivalries, enemies-to-friends/lovers)

DAY SEVEN (Feb 26):
• Fantasy
(fairytale, hero/fairy, soulmates, destiny, royalty)

BONUS:
• swapping
(uniforms, costumes, hairstyles)
• hair (long/short, undercuts, braids)
• ballet/dancing
• motorcycles can be included with any prompt but are not required!

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voltron shrek au

alright. alright alright alright alright.

  • KEITH is quite obviously SHREK. loner. off-putting personality. intimidating at first. probably smells weird. odd concept of what constitutes hygiene. good heart. not the best socially. puts in effort that often goes unnoticed thanks to preconceived notions. could benefit from a lot of hugs. impulsive. also: keith lives out in the desert, shrek lives out in the swamp. 
  • GET OUT OF MY SHACK (BASS DROPS) SHACKSHACKSHACKSHACKshaaaaaCK
  • now this may throw some of you for a loop, but HUNK is DONKEY. anxious. tendency to ramble. appreciative of what’s important. vocal about it when annoyed or upset. supportive and loving, but ultimately aware of your bullshit and will call you on it if necessary. scares easily. aware of his own mortality. gets stuck in threatening situations because of his friends. tries to have a positive outlook. a good friend to have on your side. hilarious. genuine. would make u waffles.
  • LANCE is FIONA. critically underestimated. demands the #best out of life. a little spoiled + loves to be pampered. petty as hell. easy to toss over your shoulder. sarcasm as a pseudo-coping mechanism. actually very accepting. big heart. not afraid of Emotions. hard fucking worker. lowkey leadership skills. damsel in distress but accompanied by the trope of being Surprisingly Competent. grody jokes. certified nastie. genuinely supportive pal. will fuck u up… but at what cost… at what cost….

and did somebody say PLOT??????

  • haha too bad, i don’t have one
  • ok that’s a lie i have half of one
  • keith is the human child of a galra commander who was killed in battle. he basically raised himself on this alien planet away from everyone else because he wasn’t accepted and treated as an outsider/monstrosity
  • lance, a prophesied paladin of voltron, is kidnapped from earth and locked away in space with the discovered lion, left there to rot as bait for the other eventual paladins/lions
  • it’s surprisingly effective as a means of weeding out the rebels against galra rule
  • that is until zarkon starts taking captives instead of killing them all, because he still is no closer to obtaining the black, yellow, or green lions
  • shortly after this is when shiro manages to escape and crash land on earth, found by hunk and pidge, who are desperate in their search to recover their lost friend lance, whose disappearance (*pidge voice* ABDUCTION) was covered up by The Garrison, same as the disappearance of pidge’s family
  • (yes, this makes SHIRO the GINGERBREAD MAN)
  • hunk and pidge rescue shiro, repair his crashed ship with their beautiful genius brains, and head towards the Castle of Lions with swiped secret info + coordinates from The Garrison—- who, they find, knew exactly what happened to lance, pidge’s family, and why
  • the galra start dumping the captives for keeping on keith’s land, so that they can have them on hand for gladiatorial training, slavery, or other uses. keith is livid, but mostly because he has to deal with Change and People and Things Were Fine The Way They Were, Like, They Sucked, But He Wasn’t Dwelling On It Okay and Still, This Is Worse
  • once hunk, pidge, and shiro have teamed up with ALLURA (ARTHUR) and CORAN (MERLIN), hunk goes alone to retrieve the yellow lion, but ends up getting captured by the galra en route
  • this is how hunk and keith meet
  • hunk figures out what’s happening based on keith’s angry ranting, and when sendak promises keith that if he can find a way to use the blue paladin to lure out the rest of voltron, he can have his lonely little asteroid planet back
  • hunk uses this as an opportunity to go save lance!!!!! and good thing he does because keith needs him to help save the day on balmera thanks to his beautiful new She’s-Not-My-Girlfriend, SHAY.
  • keith doesn’t know what he’s going to do once they get there and meet this stupid, trouble-making blue paladin
  • defect against the galra? double-cross the paladins to get his home back?? was it even really a home to begin with??
  • he CERTAINLY doesn’t plan… to fall in Love…………………..

just,,, LISten ,,

  • keith: it’s no wonder u don’t have any friends? hunk: wow, only a True friend would be that Truly Honest?
  • (keith driving over a cliff) 🎶 I DON’T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT MY BAD REPUTATION 🎶
  • hunk: (looks between keith and lance in disbelief) he’s as nasty as you are?
  • lance: (singing) bird: (explodes)
  • when a galra in the bush grabs a paladin by the tush that’s bad that’s bad that’s really really bad
  • keith: what am i? pidge: uh… really tall?
  • keith getting shot in the butt and lance having to pull it out
  • is that a euphemism
  • i don’t know
  • mullets are like onions
  • hunk: blue flower red thorns blue flower red thorns blue flower red thorns THIS WOULD BE SO MUCH EASIER IF I WASN’T COLORBLIND
  • blue flower 😎 red thorns 😎 #investigate

and that’s just the first movie,,

I watched the Mummy, and Holy Mother of All that’s Good and Pure!!!

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Random silly doodles  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Pool party

So, this year my schools choir went on a trip to Dallas to compete anf have fun at six flags (over tx) so we got to the hotel that night, and the teacher tells us that we can use the pool. now, there are maybe 50 of us altogether plus the guitar and orchestra kids which is another 50.(theyre smaller) so theres more or less 100 teenagers in a tiny hotel pool with only 4 adults. nothing inappropriate happened thank god, but this one kid (we’ll call him J) bellyflops into the pool. cue the masive wave of guys cannonballing and bellyfloping, girls screaming and laughing. (Jonly does bellyflopps for some reason? like, 6 times???) not five minutes later a bigger kid slips and hurts himself. and the teacher tells all to calm the heck down, but the hiys could still jump. i left after that, but i heard the mood was tense.

“I thought I asked for a maestro, not a boy from the Fratellanza,” Jack groused, eyeing the newcomer’s wide grin and rich brocades amidst assassin whites.

The man bowed with a flourish, still smiling. “Well met, Master Pattillo. Gavino Free, at your service – or Gavin, if you’d prefer.” His accent was decidedly not Italian, save for a subtle trill in his vowels.  

“Niceties later, maestro Free,” Jack replied wearily, motioning for Gavin to follow him, “–word’s reached us of trouble along the Neches

The Moon’s Dagger and The Sun’s Arrow -Jaemin!soulmate au

@idontknowahaechan - oooooohh soulmate!jaemin (this is4morgan n viv)

so in that case I guess i gotta tag you two dudes as well @secretlymadeoutofcups @jaeminnana and also @jaeminniemouse

Member: Na Jaemin

Type: Fluff mostly but maybe a slight bit angsty

Warnings: Mentions of death and suicide but it’s not that bad, Blood?

Plot: In a past life you and nana were soulmates but that ended badly thousands of years later he finds you again even if he didn’t know he was looking in the first place.

A/N- I personally cringed writing this not because it’s cringy (wait it might actually be idk my cringiness is clouding my judgement) but more because of how bad I think it is

Originally posted by nakamotens

It was a myth of love and heartbreak. The myth was about two people from different kingdoms, enemy kingdoms, who fell desperately and hopelessly in love. Due to the kingdoms ban on interactions between the peoples of the two kingdoms the two were forced to keep their love secret meeting only in a pavilion surrounded in a pond, flowers and vines in the silence of midnight. The legend says the soulmate’s love for each other was so greatly powerful that with the two of them together they could summon the light of the moon and the sun combined, the lights would dance with the couple encouraging their romance.

This paradise wasn’t eternal; war broke out and the couple was separate. One was injured, with an arrow whilst the other died in battle stab through the heart with a danger. There are two versions of the myth one states that so full of grief and rage, they would rather have died than be parted from their loved one, that they drowned themselves in the pond. The other version of the myth says they buried the dagger and the arrow under the pavilion and swore they would, in another life, be reunited with their lost love.


 You closed the book and set it down, you had read it again for what felt like the thousandth but you didn’t care it was still your favourite story whether it was real or not you didn’t care, it was hella cute even if it wasn’t a happy ending.

You got up from your pillow fort and walked over to your bags which lay packed ready to go. Your friends and you were going on a school trip to a camp an hour’s drive away for an ‘education experience of myths’ which in other words means the school wanted to get rid of the troublesome kids so they could redecorate the teacher’s lounge.

A text from your parents told you to clean your room and go through your packing list so you’re ready to go when they swing by.

You gather all the pillows and stuffed them under the bed along with most of the junk on your floor, this made it look clean but what your parents don’t know can’t hurt them soo.

You grabbed you bags and opened them, riffling through them with the speed of light and closing them again. Cleaning of the room, check and making sure I’ve packed properly, check.


The camp was big, like we’re talking so big it had a Museum of Myths (you we’re freaking out about this one), a lake, group activities and enough cabins to fit two schools, which it was. Another school was there when your bus stopped, a private school.

The two schools would be competing for ‘fun’ though out events in the camp. You wouldn’t take part in any events just watch from the side-lines and support your school.

The schools were way more competitive than the teachers had probably planned. Shouting swears and going as far as to pull pranks on each other. Fish, frogs and mouldy food had found its way into many peoples’ bed from both schools. Buckets of soup, lake water and spoiled milk had been placed all over the camp sending panic and chaos through ever camper.

One of the events was badminton, not wanting pranked you sat at the back whilst the players stepped onto the court. Then it began the shuttle was launched, players hitting it back and forth. Then you spotted him hitting the shuttle on the opposing team’s side.

His hair curled the colour of hazelnuts and chocolate, a cheeky grin spread on his face gracing the world with its presence, plump pink lips and kind charming eyes. He seemed to radiate positivity and sunshine. He moved with grace and elegance trying to defeat the player from your school.

His school was winning and only had one more point to score before they took the victory for that event. That’s exactly what he did, smacking the shuttle out of the reach of his opponent reach and claim his school another victory. You didn’t care about the game or who wins it but when he got the victory you couldn’t help but feel happy for him, even though a wave of swears and hatred went through your school

He beamed a smile and did a cute little fist pump in the air. He looked over the audience and his eyes met yours, his smile faltered for a minute while he looked at you. Averting your eyes, you started to talk to your friends at your sides, but you still felt his lingering gaze upon you.


After dark the hatred remained and the schools increased the horridness of the pranks after the badminton game. Some kids had been thrown into the lake others had all their clothes hidden after showering. You had managed to stay clear of all the awful things until midnight when you desperately needed the bathroom. You were slightly terrified of the dangers but screw it you needed to get it over with.

Slipping on your converse and taking a flashlight you headed out into the dark.

You got far enough to trick yourself into believing that you would be fine but stupid universe just wasn’t gonna let it happen that way. You walked right into a trip wire and set off a chain reaction which led to the bucket of fish guts above your head. The bucket tilted ready to spill its contents all over your head a hand swooped in snaking around your waist ripping you from the danger. The figure didn’t let go after the fish guts hit the ground inches from where you both stood, instead they led you out from the cover of the trees and out into the open. The moonlight acted as a flashlight shining on his handsome features as he smiled down at you.

“Hi, found you” he smiled at you, hand still around you.

“H-hi, you were looking for me?” you timidly said confused about what that meant.

“Yeah I remembered you from the badminton and I had to find you after the game” he said giving you a cheeky little wink, he continued to speak “I want to show you something, follow me” he let go of you and walked back into the trees.

“Wait one minute boy, I don’t know your name let alone trust you, a stranger, to walk me into the forest” you half yelled, but that wasn’t completely true you did have this extremely odd feeling that you could trust him which is why when he didn’t answer you ran in after him anyway. He waited for you beside a tree and when you caught up he took your hand in his intertwining your fingers with his.

You weren’t too shocked by this because the feeling of this being so right pushed those thoughts out your head.

“My names Na Jaemin” even in the darkness you could see he had given you another smile which for first time you retuned, he then began to walk again you slightly behind him.

The walk went on for a good twenty minutes and then you saw it, light from your flashlights illuminating the waters of the pond and the white marble of the pavilion. An audible gasp escaped your lips as he led you closer. A bridge took you both across the pond and he parted the vines and pulled you in after him. This place seemed so familiar to you, Jaemin seemed so familiar to you.

Jaemin led to the centre and let go of your hand walking up to a pillar and taking matches from his back pocket, striking it and lighting a torch, the flame from the torch carried on in a line around the pavilion until the small space was completely lit. You could see the floor pattern now a Heart with a dagger and an arrow through it.

Jaemin stepped back into the centre and took both your hands.

“You know what my name is, shouldn’t you at least return the favour” you pondered what he was asking.

“Y/N!” you sorta blurted out. Then blushed. A LOT.

He hysterically laughed at you then stepped close letting go of one of your hands and brushing his thumb over your cheek. You looked into each other eyes before your eyes flickered done to his pink lips then back to his beautiful dark orbs. He moved in closing the gap connecting his lips lightly to your own his hand cupped your face while the other set itself on your hip. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you both started to move your lips. The emotion in the kiss made it seem like you were both making up for thousands of year’s worth of lost time.

You opened your eyes and immediately stopped kissing him looking down at his chest were under his shirt a bright golden light illuminated and spilled out spiralling around you both. Focusing on his chest you hadn’t noticed the silvery light spilling out of your own chest. Jaemin seemed just as shocked as you gaping open mouthed as both the lights tangled together like intertwining threads.

Your vision began to go blurry like a silk vail shielded your vision, then you remembered the war, the pavilion and Jaemin your very own sunshine. You looked down and saw a dagger plunged deep into your chest and the pain and heart break you felt knowing you were dying leaving Jaemin behind. Then the memory ended and you found yourself sitting on the floor looking at the floor of the pavilion where the arrow and dagger looked back. You looked up, Jaemin sat in front of you still in a trance, you crawled over to him cupping his face in your hands as the memories of your past life flood your brain causing your eyes to tear up.

Jaemin’s eyes opened. He reached up and pulled you to him to reconnect your lips this time he knew why he was so madly in love with you. You broke apart from the passionate kiss.

“Found You” he said a smile plastered on his face “My precious moon light, my soulmate, my dagger”


Originally posted by catweeen

Ok, so not sure if i like this one but I’m gonna post it anyway just in case it’s not as bad as I think it is, yo does that even make sense?

I know this might seem a bit pedantic but to YOI fic writers/fans, 

I keep seeing this, and it’s just something I want to point out because it’s an inaccuracy. 

They’re not ‘professional’ figure skaters. 

There are two entirely different figure skating scenes; the amateur skating scene and the pro skating scene. 

Nowadays, with the ‘professional’ skating scene not being as much of a thing in the public eye, it’s more like ‘eligible’ and ‘ineligible’. 

The amateur skating scene is Olympic level skating. These are skaters that are ISU eligible. This is where Victor, Yuuri, and Yurio compete.

Professional is plainly accurate and means something else entirely.  

If you compete or skate in a show or competition that is not sanctioned by the ISU you lose your eligibility and become ineligible. Back in the 90s and early 2000s there were dozens of these competitions and shows and there was an entire ‘professional skating’ scene where 80s/early 90s greats like Ekaterina Gordeeva, Katarina Witt, Kurt Browning, Brian Boitano, etc. competed for fun and profit. 

Nowadays professional skating generally applies to people who skate for a career in shows like Disney on Ice, Royal Caribbean Cruise Ship shows, etc. There are also professional competitions like the US Open Professional Skating Championship, but they’re pretty small and don’t feature major players like they used to. 

In your fanfics and meta, if you’re referring to the skaters in the series as anything beyond just figure skaters, skaters, etc. it should be as eligible figure skaters, amateur figure skaters, or my preference, competitive figure skaters, not as professional figure skaters. 

ASIA HANKTON, NO, LA

“I grew up over in Kenner- near the airport. It was so fun, I used to sneak out, I was probably sixteen years old and would come into New Orleans. I actually grew up with the Big Freedia crew- her and Katey Red! When I first came out, I was actually a dancer for Katey Red. So, I got to tour and see different cities when I was really young. Growing up in New Orleans back then there was different dance groups and events. So, basically, I grew up around Katey and Freedia but there was Chev and Vockah – their rivalries in other parts of the city. We all had different parties and talent shows, it was really fun. Even when they’d be dissing one another in songs we’d be competing and just having fun.

That was all uptown, ya know how Katey sings about it, and now Uptown is different.

Living uptown now, I just find myself relaxing without much to do after dark. I’d sit on my porch at night and see Sierra, one of the girls that got killed recently, walk by my house every night. I was close to the girls who were murdered, they were my sisters.

I don’t put myself in areas that could feel dangerous. The reason the violence has happened, well this may be taken the wrong way, I don’t know the real reason behind it, I just know that the areas this happened in is where working girls go to and they are dangerous places.They are not welcoming to us girls.

I am not looking to be anyone’s secret. I am not looking to make myself vulnerable and that’s a really hard choice for many of us to make. Not all of us can make that choice. All I know is, I am not being put back into a box that we are fighting to get out of. It’s been real sad, all of this, yes.

It sounds easy to just leave, but it’s not easy to start over. My family also loves and supports me, which is rare! I do want to try out Las Vegas soon because I’ve been in Louisiana my whole life. I visited there and had a good time. I also know that I’ll never find another place like New Orleans, I love the people here but you got to try new things.”

New Orleans has experienced a recent increase in the murders of trans women of color: http://www.cnn.com/…/…/us/new-orleans-transgender-homicides/

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Mom tip of the day: Don’t forget to take care of yourself, drink lots of water, take a break and don’t worry about competition. Competing is fun in sports, but when it comes to creating, focus on the work. Everything you do should come from the heart. And most importantly, never let anyone try to change your voice as a creator.

🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃

After not running for what feels like years!! (but actually just is a month) I finally got of the couch and did it. My physiotherapist really wants me to get back into my routines, if the pain “will let me” and so do I.

I ran a short run of 1.63 km in 10:43 min, which meant my pace was great, even better than it used to be (6.34min/km). Part of it is because the run was very short compared to my usaually runs, but I think that I was extra motivated too, since it had been such a long time.

Now I just need to stick with it again, because I signed up for a 5k run in late August together with my office, where you compete for fun with workplaces all over the country.