complete and utter devastation


A little bughead fanfiction I whipped up after seeing the deleted scene. I didn’t proofread it, and it’s 11 o’clock at night, so I don’t plan to. It’s kinda of a little spec fic for the beginning of season two, with a little dash of canon divergence thrown in. For @littlemermaidlove

Word Count: 2111

Rating: T

“Jughead, Mrs. Cooper and I would like to volunteer to be your guardian. You’d stay at Riverdale High and you’d come live at our house.”

Jughead thinks about The Coopers’ offer a lot as he sits in the waiting room in the hospital, Hal Cooper’s jacket just brushing his arm.

Archie sits across from him, hands, jacket and cast covered in vibrant red blood as he bounces his knee, eager for any sign of the doctors emerging from the operating room. Veronica sits at his side, looking somewhat lost; Jughead’s not sure she really knows what to do. Her mother sits at her side, but makes no move to comfort or help her daughter. Alice’s hand has found her husband’s, just as Betty’s has found Jughead’s.

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microsuedemouse  asked:

imagine Max running a betting pool on when David and Gwen are gonna finally get together and the kids get so aggressive about winning that they start trying to set the counsellors up. Gwen and David have no idea what's going on but it's getting... weird

Mmkay, so you’re gonna turn this into a fanfic, right? I want this fanfic. I want the entire camp in on this and using all of their extremely limited and often just straight-up incorrect understanding of sex and relationships to get them together. I want a complete and utter trainwreck. I want devastation.

Please, I have too many AUs. Someone make this happen.

“The emotional themes [of 1989] are not about devastation or pining or, you know, ‘I can’t live without you’. Because I’ve learnt, after 18 months of being single, that I can live without anyone. And, of course, there are going to be songs about love. But it’s not to the level of complete and utter chaotic devastation that you saw on Red. I don’t think I could make that album twice. I don’t think I would ever want to.”

intolerablystruck-deactivated20  asked:

prompt: Killian goes grocery shopping with Emma, finds condoms, and she has to explain them to him there in the store.

Mwhahahaahaha. For you, love. Only for you.

Health & Beauty

Poloxamer 407? What the hell?

Emma turns the carton over, scrunching her nose at the shiny packaging. 


She puts down the box, picks up another. Carrageenan? “Hmmmm?” 

“Swan?” Louder, this time.

“Killian,” she sighs, deep, long-suffering “For the last time. I am not buying you anymore Nutella.”

“No, love. What use does one have for,” he pauses to look at the container in his hand, “Trojans?”

The thud of the toothpaste carton hitting the tile floor echoes through the grocery store, and Emma feels her mouth gape open and shut.

Looking for all the world like he is perusing the latest issue of The Economist, there is Hook, standing in the middle of the Health & Beauty aisle in his leather jacket, intently reading the back of a box of condoms.

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The emotional themes are not about devastation or pining or, you know, ‘I can’t live without you’. Because I’ve learnt, after 18 months of being single, that I can live without anyone. And, of course, there are going to be songs about love. But it’s not to the level of complete and utter chaotic devastation that you saw on Red. I don’t think I could make that album twice. I don’t think I would ever want to.

ankitsukai  asked:

SaruMi + ring, christmas/holiday, music, photograph, sunset, comfort, daydream, flower crown, letters, chains, soulmates, realization, glasses, falling, secrets (Sorry for so many, I just really love your writing)

Sarumi + Ring

“Hey Misaki,” Fushimi whispered as he slipped into the hospital room, eyes fixated on the still form on the bed, searching for some sign of change and feeling the familiar, bone-deep pain that came with the realisation that nothing had changed. “Misaki…”

    Quietly he followed the familiar path to the uncomfortable chair next to the bed, sinking into it with a groan before reaching out for the vanguard’s hand, hating how still and small it felt in his but still twining their fingers together. For a long moment he just sat there staring at their linked hands, before reaching into his pocket for the ring he had been carrying for weeks, hesitating as he stared at it…this was not how he had imagined this going, he had been waiting for the perfect moment, wanting to see Misaki’s eyes sparkling and to see his blush…but he needed to give the vanguard a reason to come back to him, a reason to live, and he took a deep breath before slipping it onto Misaki’s finger. “You have to come back to me…I want to hear your answer, I want to marry you…”

Sarumi + Christmas

   Fushimi came to a halt as he realised that there was something, or rather someone blocking the door to his apartment, eyes narrowing as took in the sleeping vanguard. Part of him was tempted to just turn around and go back to work, or to see if he could sneak in without disturbing Yata because he really wasn’t in the mood for an argument, but as he watched a shiver work its way through the smaller teen. Sighing he moved up the steps and crouched down in front of Yata, reaching out hesitantly to shake the vanguard awake, fixing a scowl on his face when the other teen stirred with a sleepy mumble.

“What are you doing here Misaki?” He asked, tone sharp as soon as he caught sleepy hazel eyes, and for a moment irritation washed over the vanguard’s face, but then he lunged forward and wrapped his arms around the startled blue. “Misaki, what the…?”

“Merry Christmas!”

Sarumi + Holiday

“Saru…” Misaki grumbled as warm arms tightened around him once more, pulling him flush against his partner, and he twisted so that he could peer up at Fushimi who was smirking at him…his breathing sped up at that expression, and he swallowed nervously. “I thought we were going to go out today…?”

“It’s my holiday,” Fushimi pointed out, leaning in to kiss the vanguard and playfully biting at the end of Misaki’s nose, chuckling when the vanguard yelped and turned bright red. “I think I’d much rather spend it right here…after all it’s been too long since I got to have you all to myself.” If Misaki hadn’t been blushing before, he certainly was now as he buried his face against the taller man, muttering insults under his breath but not protesting when he was pulled closer, and tilting his head to the side when Fushimi began to press butterfly kisses to the side of his neck.

Sarumi + Music

   It had always surprised Fushimi that Misaki was still using the headphones he’d brought him, although some part of him had clung to the sight of them hanging around the vanguard’s neck…hoping that maybe just maybe, it meant that Misaki wasn’t trying to get rid of him completely. However, he was stunned to see the look of utter devastation on Misaki’s face the day the headphones broke, shattered when the vanguard had been sent tumbling off his skateboard during a skirmish with the Blues. Normally the rest of HOMRA had to tear the vanguard away, but today he had just stopped in the middle of the fight…mouth moving soundlessly as he stared at the broken headphones, before slowly lifting his head and staring at Fushimi for a moment, letting the younger teen catch a brief glimpse of tears in the hazel eyes before Misaki was gone, practically fleeing the fight.

   It was that image, the sight of Misaki so close to tears that found Fushimi leaving work early that night and heading to the store, debating with himself the whole way…it wasn’t like new headphones would fix anything, and these wouldn’t have the emotional value the others did so the vanguard might just toss them in the bin. It didn’t stop him buying a pair, or from leaving them on the vanguard’s door later that night when he was sure he was home…and it didn’t stop him from smiling to himself when he saw them around Misaki’s neck the next time they met, even if it was hidden beneath a scowl and a familiar insult.

Sarumi + Photography

    Fushimi had always scoffed at his partner’s obsession with documenting every part of their life, unable to see why they would need photos of them doing boring things like shopping or tidying the house…and they’d had more than one argument about it. Yet right now he was glad that Misaki had never given up, that his stubborn crow had taken snapshots of every aspect of their life, filling their hard-drive and numerous albums with the story of their relationship…because it was all he had left. He had long since run out of tears when he holed up on their bed, still mussed from where Misaki had forgotten to make it the day he had…the day he had…pain lanced through his chest, the grief deepening and his hands trembled as he reached for the albums he had been combing through endlessly over the last few days. There were so many moments, tiny things that he had forgotten…the way they had both ended up covered in cake batter the day Misaki tried to teach him to bake, Misaki catching him trying to feel all the Christmas presents…too many moments, and something shifted in his chest as he let his fingers ghost over Misaki’s face, tracing the familiar grin before a tear landed on the photo, blurring the image as a sob shook him. Misaki…

Sarumi + Sunset

“Come on,” Misaki urged, yanking on Fushimi’s hand and the younger teen reluctantly let him guide him along, trying to tell himself that it was easier just to agree…and not that he couldn’t resist those sparkling hazel eyes, or the bright smile as Misaki guided him out onto the rooftop. Fushimi growled under his breath, was this really what the idiot wanted to show him? Dragging him out a perfect winning streak at the arcade to go climbing on roof tops?”


“Look,” Misaki cut him off, seemingly unaware of his irritation as he gestured at something behind Fushimi and the Blue slowly turned…and his breath caught as he realised what the smaller teen was pointing at. The city was bathed in beautiful reds and oranges as the sun slowly began to sink beneath the horizon, and his irritation faded, because right now the world was bathed in Misaki’s colours and when he turned to look at the vanguard, it was too see the sunlight reflected in the bright eyes and he couldn’t help but reach out to twine their fingers together.

Sarumi + Comfort

    Yata sighed as Fushimi began to stir again, restlessly moving his head from side to side once more, hands clenching and unclenching in the duvet as his expression twisted into one of distress. Even before his fingers brushed the other’s forehead he knew that the fever had risen again and he growled under his breath, his boyfriend had made him promise not to take him to the hospital, but if it got any higher he wasn’t going to have a choice. For now, he would do what he could, reaching out to retrieve the cloth that had been soaking in a bowl of cool water, wringing it out and gently beginning to run it over feverish skin, washing away sweat and soothing the overheated skin.

“Come on Saru…” He murmured softy, jolting when weak fingers caught his wrist and managing a weak smile when he finally caught a glimpse of dark eyes. “Hey there…”

“Hey…” Fushimi’s voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes already drifting shut even as he leant into the cooling touch of the cloth, and his breathing evened out a moment later as he settled and Misaki sighed, smiling slightly as he reached in to press a small kiss to warm skin.

Sarumi + Daydream

“Damn it Misaki!” Fushimi cursed as he rushed across to where the vanguard was slowly sitting up, blinking in surprise at finding himself on the ground and then hissing as he moved, drawing the younger teen’s attention to the nasty grazes on Misaki’s knees. “What were you doing?”

“I was thinking…”

“Daydreaming you mean,” Fushimi retorted, the older teen had been distracted all morning and refusing to tell him what was bothering him…it was why he had suggested they go to the skate park, aware that skateboarding helped to settle Misaki when he was worrying about something. But now he was regretting the suggestion as he took in the blood on the pale skin, the pain in the hazel eyes that met his gaze for a moment before looking away again and he sighed. “Come on…let’s get you up so I can take a look at your legs.”

Sarumi + Flower Crown

   Fushimi blinked when something landed on his head, reaching up to brush it away, only to freeze when Yata grabbed his hands to stop him….and didn’t let go…

“What are you doing? And what have you put on my head?! The vanguard sighed at the suspicion in his voice, squeezing his fingers before letting go, allowing Fushimi to reach up and search his head…blinking at the feel of flowers beneath his searching fingers, gently lifting whatever it was and staring at it when it came into sight. “A flower crown? How old you Mi-sa-ki?” He teased, but when Yata went to snatch it back he held on, hastily dropping it back on his head before catching the vanguard’s hands in his own. “Leave it…”

“How old are you?” Yata retorted, but he didn’t make any attempt to pull away, instead twining their fingers together before leaning in to steal a kiss. “It suits you…”

Sarumi + Letters

   Fushimi cursed under his breath as he sent a box flying in his search for his PDA, immediately bending to retrieve it as he realised it was the small wooden chest that Misaki had always asked him to leave a lone, wincing as he took in the broken hinge. Damn… Gingerly he lifted it, wondering if he could fix it before the vanguard returned, but then it swung open and he froze, staring in confusion at the dozen envelopes hidden inside…all of them addressed to him in Misaki’s scrawl. Curiosity warred with caution, and in the end, it won out and he sank down on the bed, setting the chest aside before pulling out the top envelope, relieved to find that it wasn’t sealed and carefully opening it and pulling out the single sheet of paper from within. Misaki’s handwriting really was appalling, but he had become adept at deciphering it over the years and he scanned the letter, feeling an unpleasant weight settling in his stomach as he realised it had been written during their estrangement…Misaki had been reaching out to him, pleading with him to come back or for them to at least be friends, but he had never sent it…

“Saru where are…?” Misaki’s voice cut off abruptly, and Fushimi glanced up to find the vanguard stood in the doorway staring at him with wide eyes, colour draining from his face even as red rushed into his cheeks.

Sarumi + Chains

   Yata groaned under his breath as he came too, head pounding and the sharp pain that accompanied each breath telling him that the blurry memory of a knife catching his side wasn’t his imagination and for a moment he tried to sink back into unconsciousness, at least it didn’t hurt there. However, as he moved slightly there was a strange rattling sound and a feeling of his stomach flip-flopping, and a sudden uneasiness had his eyes creeping open…wishing he hadn’t as he took in the unfamiliar room, and the fact that he was suspended off the ground, feet barely touching and he shifted again, whimpering as it tugged on his injuries.

“You’re awake.” The voice startled him, and he blinked, clearly his blurry vision just enough to focus on the strain that he had been fighting earlier. “I thought I might have killed you.”

“Sorry to disappoint you,” his voice was weaker than he liked, and he growled under his breath when the man smirked at him…he reminded him painfully of Fushimi, and Misaki felt a jolt at that thought before he shook his head…no, Fushimi was many things, but he had never truly tried to kill him and right now Misaki would give anything to see the Blue, even if it meant owing him for saving him. Saru…now would be a really good time to show up…

Sarumi + Soulmates

    Fushimi wondered just what had possessed the higher powers to give him a soulmate like this…to be honest a small part of him had always hoped that he wouldn’t find his, it seemed like more trouble than it was worth…it was more trouble than it was worth, he corrected as he glanced at the man currently sleeping in his lap. Rather than introducing himself like a normal person, the smaller man had literally thrown himself into Fushimi’s life…charging into a fight to protect him, and getting himself hurt in the process, managing to blurt out his name before passing out and leaving the startled Fushimi to deal with the strain and his own personal complication. Part of him had been tempted to call for an ambulance and let others deal with the idiot, but something had stopped him…which was why he had ended up back at his flat, with a stranger in his lap, blood staining both them and his sofa and a strange warmth flooding through him as he studied the pale face.

“Why is it someone like you…?” He whispered, hesitantly reaching out and ghosting his fingers over the others face, wondering what was going to happen when he woke up…would he be happy? Annoyed? Scared? Why…why are we meant for each other?

Sarumi + Realisation

  It felt like he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t think…unable to do anything but watch as the Blue King disappeared into the distance, leaving nothing but his voice and the words that had just shredded the image he had of the older man…of Fushimi. The dull ache in his chest that had been constant companion from the moment the younger teen had left HOMRA, burning their friendship along with his tattoo, flared to life…a sharp pain that had Yata clawing at his chest, eyes burning as realisation washed over him. He had actually believed that Fushimi could have betrayed the Blues and he’d been wrong…how many other things had he been wrong about? How much of the situation between them was his fault?  He closed his eyes, every interaction they’d shared since Fushimi had left HOMRA flashed through his mind, Saru…. why didn’t you tell me?

Sarumi + Glasses

   Yata’s heart was hammering in his chest as he hauled Fushimi to safety, forcing the other teen down as the trap that the Blue had triggered went off, covering him as rubble and flames roared through the air above them…fairly sure he could smell his hair burning. He could feel the Blue squirming, protesting and he pressed him down, not trusting that there wasn’t another trap ready to go off…and not wanting Fushimi wondering around blindly again and setting something else off.

“You really need to get contacts…” He growled when he finally deemed it safe to move, rolling over and blinking as he realised the warehouse was now minus a roof. “What happened to your glasses?” He had seen them on the blue’s face barely five minutes before, and yet in those five minutes he had manged to lose them and blunder into a tripwire.

“No idea…and thanks…”

Sarumi + Falling

   The blade had left Fushimi’s fingers, a perfect throw as always, but he knew that it wouldn’t be enough…it never was, and that was why they could fight like this, without hesitation because they knew that the other could handle it.  That was why it took a moment for him to realise that Misaki hadn’t moved in time…a moment too long…and another blade fell from suddenly nerveless fingers as he took a cautious step forward, eyes widening as he watched the vanguard lifting shaky fingers to the knife in his chest, hazel eyes slowly rising to meet his gaze.


   A shaky laugh escaped the vanguard, the sound so out of place in the situation that Fushimi physically flinched…hand trembling as he reached for the smaller teen, but it was too late, crimson staining the front of the cream top and then Misaki was falling and terror jolted him forward with a frantic shout.


Sarumi + Secrets

“Saru…” Yata’s voice trembled as he stepped into the room, eyes darting nervously around as he took in the hospital room, the silent machines that should’ve been keeping his boyfriend alive. His breath caught, and it took every ounce of strength he had to move forward on shaky legs, wishing that the others had come with him…whilst also relieved that there was no one there to see him as a sob shivered through him as he reached out to grasp Fushimi’s fingers, twining their fingers together and trying not to focus on the chilling flesh. “You promised me that there weren’t going to be any more secrets…Saru, you promised…so…” Why?! Why did this happen? Why didn’t I know where you were or what you were doing?

Yuri!!! on Ice: “After the final, let’s end this.”

Alternate title: Heartbreak!!! on Ice (not really)

Ever since Yuuri dropped that loaded line on us last episode, the fandom has gone rampant. But don’t fall apart just yet. I’m here to assure that your favorite OTP will not be going anywhere, any time soon. So listen up, because this post will take you for a ride, starting with the beginning of it all.

Do you remember the scene from the first episode, where Yuuri skates the replica of Victor’s Free Skate, and there were scenes of Victor skating the program meshing into Yuuri’s recreation? Well, I found a video of that very scene with english lyrics provided, so I could really understand the importance of that moment. This is ‘Aria / Stay Close to Me’:

In the plight of Yuuri’s brave declaration “After the Finals, let’s end this,” I believe this scene from episode 1 actually nullifies any implication that Yuuri wants to break the romantic relationship between he and Victor.

But how?

Start the video and notice the very first face Victor makes: it conveys a look of yearning, as if he were almost sad, desperate for something.

And so, we ask: what does this have to do with Yuuri skating to Victor’s program? And what does this have to do with Yuuri’s and Victor’s (romantic) relationship? Well in actuality, it has to do with everything. Here’s my analysis. (As I decompose the lyrics below, which are in italics, watch the video posted above and pause as needed. Seriously. Do it.)

So, the very first line of the song opens with, and this is in the English translation, “I hear a voice crying far away / Have you been abandoned as well?” Off the bat, there’s implications that Victor has been hurt, or is feeling some form of hurt, sadness, a forlorn emotion. And we all know, from previous posts, that Victor is not one to express his emotions very well. He merely does that little half-smile and deflects any form of emotion that may cross him. He’s said it himself, that he does not know how to deal with “people crying” A.K.A emotions, like when Yuuri had that breakdown right after Victor threatened to break their coach-student relationship.

Nobody understands this side of Victor, though, because nobody has seen it: the emotional side, holding so much in. Take note that in person, Victor possesses strong composure that he can control, but on the ice, Victor is a much different person – a person going through emotional toil. Even as Minako was watching Victor’s free-skate, she mentions in her drunken state that: “This [his performance] would tug at the heartstrings more if it were a younger, naive man, not a hottie like Victor, but let me think…” This confirms that people cannot understand Victor’s intentions with his program, but instead just see him as a figure to look up to and admire through his ‘looks’ and ‘winnings’. That sort of recognition is tiring and heavy, though, especially when there is nobody by your side to truly share it with. And that is the root of Victor’s strife: loneliness.

However, when Minako cuts herself with “…but let me think…,” followed with the camera POV switching back to Yuuri skating, she is then referring to Yuuri as being one of the few people that do and can understand Victor to his very core, his emotions, and his love for the routine to ’Stay Close to Me’. Minako knows that Yuuri has loved and admired Victor since he was a young, up and coming skater. And so, by Yuuri skating to that same song with the same emotional value, it shows that Yuuri can feel Victor’s pain as well, that he has endured it, too – the loneliness, the sense of abandonment, the lack of love. Victor has been burdened with this title of “The hero of Russia” since the start of his skating career, and Yuuri has since been suffering with anxiety followed by his undoing at the Grand Prix Final. One is lonely, and the other has never gained the confidence that love has to offer. It’s almost as if Yuuri’s and Victor’s predicaments compliment each other to a perfect T.

The line, “I wish I could cut with a blade / those throats singing about love,” is analogous, once again to the unconditional love the two skaters have been neglected. Then the following line, “I wish I could seal in the ice the hands / that express those verses of burning passion,” refers to the the dwindling passion for skating Yuuri and Victor are beginning to feel.

That’s why when the commentator asks Victor about his plans after the Grand Prix, he is hesitant to answer: because he does not know if his embers for skating still blaze as bright as they were. I could only imagine that he had thoughts of retiring after that. Similarly, Yuuri felt so defeated that his love for skating, too, was compromised through a process of self-sabotaging destruction, magnified through his anxiety, by (almost) quitting professional figure skating for good. It doesn’t help either, that Yurio inflicted further damage to Yuuri’s already damaged heart, by saying that an “incompetent” like Yuuri should just retire. And since “A skater’s heart is as fragile as glass,” as Victor mentioned back in episode 7, Yurio’s words were like rocks to Yuuri’s composure. He almost broke there.

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And so, we have two skaters, experiencing pain in the same wavelength, the same degree. What then? In ‘Stay Close to Me’ there’s a line that captures the empty state of Yuuri and Victor: “This story that makes no sense / will vanish tonight along with stars.” This very line is Victor’s final cry, almost as if he were screaming through his emotional performance: “After I win this, what then? What will I have? These gold medals are nothing but reminders of this loneliness I’ve endured.” In parallel, Yuuri takes these lyrics in more literal terms: he believes that after this Grand Prix, he will vanish in the face of professional figure skating, that he will just be eclipsed by more qualified skaters, like Yurio for example, and thus, he should just 'fade away’, as his crippling anxiety tells him.

They’re both in the brink of falling apart, falling into darkness. But in all good love (yes, love) stories, there at the end of tunnel shines a light so bright it might just blind them. 

After this descend, the lyrics do take a dramatic U-turn, and a revelation is unfolded: “If I only could meet you, from hope / eternity would be born.” This is where the story, in context, delivers the glorious moment of hope between the two skaters, a much needed awakening. The song is saying that Victor and Yuuri were almost as if fated to find each other, heal each other, and thus save each other through the lights of hope – of love.

We can thank the triplets for posting that video online.

What I’m going to say next might be a bit reaching, but hear me out: 

In episode 10, when Victor implies that he wishes Yuuri would never retire so he could always be with him forever, is in direct correlation to that very line from ’Stay Close to Me’: “From hope, eternity would be born.“ Victor and Yuuri found hope in each other, and that is what this damn song and show is about! How we’ve been so blinded by Kubo’s twisted yet ingenious pre-climactic tension since episode 11, is beyond me. But I digress, and we shall continue.

Since episode 4, on that beach scene, Victor has been telling Yuuri that he is not the the weak figure he thinks himself to be, despite Yuuri’s anxiety and the 'shortcomings’ he’s displayed. Shortly after, Yuuri expresses that Victor should just be "Who he really is,” and not be identified as 'coach’, 'winning skater’, 'friend’, etc. Yuuri ultimately wants Victor to be free of any confinements that have shackled him through the course of his career. He wants nothing but complete happiness for Victor. And in a sense, putting all of this together suggests that they are each other’s salvation. They are the ones responsible for saving each other through the rise and fall of everything. This line from the song suddenly means so much more: “Stay close to me / don’t go / I’m afraid of losing you.” And as the song ascends to a climax, it becomes a beacon of hope. “The heartbeats are fusing together,” is perhaps the most Shakespearean way to express the bond that only love can express. The very lyrics cut through to depict how Victor and Yuuri are are not ‘star crossed lovers’ bound to fall apart, but instead to come together for eternity to come: “I wish you’d never retire” (Episode 10, Victor to Yuuri).

Let’s take a look at this screenshot from episode 1, Yuuri’s and Victor’s, cut-scene-combined skate. Just look at the passion in Victor’s face, that emotion that comes from the center of his chest radiating out. And now let’s look at Yuuri’s:

His expression is a mirror-copy of Victor’s, as with his emotions. They are identical throughout the course of the skate. The two of them begin with forlorn expressions as depicted by the very first screenshot posted, but looking at the faces of hope on both of them now, is truly a remarkable portrayal of shared character development that has grown throughout the series. We, as the viewers have analyzed the growth of both Yuuri and Victor since day one, and to think that we only have one episode left to conclude their story (for now) brings me bitter-sweet sensations. I do, however, want to believe that this final episode will not end with disappointment. Why would the writers spend so much time developing the blossoming relationship between Yuuri and Victor, putting them against the edge, just to push them off the cliff?

I highly doubt that this is the scenario we’ll be experiencing next week. I’m looking forward to a more hopeful denouement that doesn’t result in complete and utter devastation for thousands of fans. Simply listen to the song that started it all, foretelling the tale that is Yuuri and Victor: they’re here until the very end!

The final lyrics of ’Stay Close to Me’ goes as followed: ”Let’s set off together / Now I’m ready!“ This is the very climax of the song, in the same way that episode 12 will be the climax of the show. How does this tie in together to the "After the final, let’s end this” scene that’s been picking at everyone?

Yuuri might be implying, I hypothesize, that despite the outcome of the Grand Prix, win or lose, 'let’s end this’ will bring a means to and end, with “this” referring to the burdens they have experienced alone in the past; the pain, the loneliness, all of it. They have each other now, and they can sense it, so really to them, they have nothing left to lose – though they’ve failed to completely notice that.

This lack of understanding is actually what causes them to reach a low on episode 11. Yuuri, with his short program, feels that he is only burdening Victor with more of his shortcomings. Victor, after seeing Yurio’s perfect skate, might feel that he has not accomplished what he could have done as a 'perfect’ coach for Yuuri. But disregarding all of that, what has ’Stay Close to Me’ always predicted since the start of Yuri on Ice? Yuuri and Victor understand each other through emotional values that are so overwhelming, that the two of them will understand this once and only once their ’heartbeats are [truly] connected’. In episode 12, they might just have some kind of epiphany, when both realize how much they love each other.

You’ll see them talking in the preview, a similar situation to their first heart-to-heart by the shore, where they cleared the misunderstandings between them. Maybe in this episode, they’ll understand the importance of mutual emotional interaction (”talking it out,” if you must) for any healthy relationship to work between them.

In this scene, you can see how Victor is observing Yuuri, who obviously has something deep grieving his mind. He is thinking profoundly, based on that concentration displayed on his face, and my guess is that Victor has dropped a bomb on Yuuri to keep him so taciturn. Perhaps Victor will finally express his love for Yuuri without boundaries, and Yuuri will then have to dig deep and understand the gravity of Victor’s statement to also understand his own feelings. No one actually knows (Or do we???).

This picture, though, has a lot to say about our wonderings.

And this is well.

In an all honesty, Victor is still a little hesitant to say ‘I love you’, being the un-emotional character he is, you know? He says “I love Katsudon” or “I’ll marry you once you win gold,” but does not directly say it, and Yuuri might be taking that ambiguity as a sign of Victor getting tired of him. This then causes a domino effect that will push Yuuri’s anxiety forward, as channeled via his short program: Yuuri was too focused on beating JJ, and not focused enough on love, that it compromised the execution of his skating. Naturally, too, their actions are affecting each other, because remember now that their ‘heartbeats are fusing together’, meaning that if one of them is hurt, so is the other. Victor’s purpose has changed from skating, to loving Yuuri, and Yuuri has yet to see that. But really, there’s nothing stopping both of them from realizing that but themselves.

So open your eyes, boys.

I feel though, that Victor is ultimately going to have to let himself be vulnerable and actually express his love for Yuuri in the most unconditional way this time. Perhaps that is what he meant by “I know what I have to do as your coach now” at the end of episode 10 (hint, hint). Similarly, Yuuri will disregard everything that has plagued him in the past (anxiety, failures, defeats) and let himself understand the intentions of his heart, and why he skated to ’Stay Close to Me’ in the first place. HE LOVES VICTOR. AND VICTOR LOVES HIM. That’s why Victor had that determined face upon watching Yuuri’s skating of ’Stay Close to Me’ on Youtube. It’s as if he were saying through his face: “I’m going to pursue this man and make him fall for me in the same way that I have fallen for him.”


(thanks to @ponchizs for listening to this rant first) <3

Sometimes I just think about Jim and Bones and I just.

Like, Bones is a salty fucker, there’s no doubt about it. And yeah, he can and will call Jim out when necessary and get fucking furious with him. But he’s like, so fucking devoted to Jim that it’s ridiculous. He knows what’s troubling Jim even when Jim can’t voice it. He knows what Jim needs. He’s fiercely protective of him and the complete and utter devastation he felt when Jim died in ID was beyond words.


But even as he’s all ‘Space. God help me.’ You see him in Beyond when Jim isn’t himself, when Jim doesn’t feel the wonder of space and the unknown and it’s wrong. It’s off. Because he doesn’t love space like Jim does, but he loves that Jim loves space because it makes Jim, JIM. Bones gets so feel some of that love and wonder for something that terrifies him through Jim. Jim keeps Bones wild and Bones keeps Jim grounded.

So even as I love his salty sarcastic moments, I love his softer moments more.

i love how the romance theme in da3 has different connotations for everyone, usually mostly happy ones, tied to otps becoming canon and insecurities being soothed, fluffy cutscenes that give you cavities, but for anyone who romanced solas it’s the sound of coMPLETE AND UTTER HEARTBREAK AND DEVASTATION

The emotional themes are not about devastation or pining or, you know, ‘I can’t live without you’. Because I’ve learnt, after 18 months of being single, that I can live without anyone. And, of course, there are going to be songs about love. But it’s not to the level of complete and utter chaotic devastation that you saw on Red. I don’t think I could make that album twice. I don’t think I would ever want to.
—  Taylor Swift on the emotional themes within her upcoming 5th Studio album, 1989, in Vogue UK.

The emotional themes are not about devastation or pining or, you know, ‘I can’t live without you’. Because I’ve learnt, after 18 months of being single, that I can live without anyone. And, of course, there are going to be songs about love. But it’s not to the level of complete and utter chaotic devastation that you saw on Red. I don’t think I could make that album twice. I don’t think I would ever want to.

“Out Of The Dark”

A/N: This Olicity prompt fill is for @smoakinbitch.  Rated M for subject matter. Warning: Contains sensitive subject matter: a miscarriage. Set after 4x09.


“Mr. Queen?” Inquired one of Felicity’s doctors as he walked into the semi-darkened hospital room to find Oliver sitting beside her bedside. Several doctors had worked on Felicity though the night, but Oliver knew this man to be the one in charge.

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an: here, have some claire x owen pre i-rex. title blantantly stolen from reo speedway

The crew makes fun of him the first time he mentions Claire Dearing. 

And it’s not like he doesn’t expect it - he’s not exactly a love ‘em and leave ‘em kinda guy but he’s held, like, one solid relationship in his life and that went down in flames the first time he got thrown in the brig for conduct unbecoming. 

The point is, a woman like Claire Dearing isn’t exactly the type of woman Owen is used to. His navy buddies know it, and his coworkers definitely do too. 

It starts like this. He whistles, just a tinny little thing through his teeth, as she clicks away from a meeting, and there’s not really anything particularly devastating about her outfit - the pantsuit is slim and obviously high quality, but it does nothing for her ass or her tits and he’s always been a jeans-and-tee kinda guy anyway. It’s not the way she looks, not exactly. It’s something in the way her eyes flash, in the way her legs move as she walks, in the way she can hold the attention of a room full of miscreants and businessmen and scientists alike. 

He’d worked with a tiger, once, just a three-week span while he was working on his degree forever ago, and he can still remember the way it had felt the first time that awful fucking cat had made eye contact with him through the bars of the cage - she’d stared straight at him, still as a statue, and it had felt a bit like he was being deconstructed and put back together in her gaze. She’d chuffed, finally, a hot breath of air across his face as one gigantic paw swiped with zero intent to hurt across the bars, and then she’d turned away from him, slinking off into a tunnel of trees, her movement fluid and graceful, while Owen stared at her retreating back and wondered if he’d ever feel so exposed ever again.

That’s how he feels when Dearing sweeps her gaze over a room.

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We are NOT soulmates chapter five. Will’s pov

When I woke up it was to a red room and a throbbing headache. The room was painted to look like one of those honeymoon suites that you get while at a resort in Hawaii or something. I tried to sit up but my blurry vision combined with the restraints around my arms and legs stopped me. I was tied to a large circular bed complete with fluffy bedding and  heart shaped pillows.

What the hell is going on here?

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: There are plenty of fics where Regina has nightmares or tells Robin something painful about her past and he comforts her, so I'd like to read a fic where Regina comforts Robin after he shares a painful memory with her. Or maybe when he's grieving Marian again after the Zelena reveal.

As she lies in bed, alone, trying to convince herself to close her eyes, Regina’s stomach aches. She should be exhausted. By all rights, she should’ve been fast asleep the moment she got into bed. She hasn’t really slept in days.

But her stomach aches and her mind roars and sleep won’t come.

The slice of a blade, Henry’s cry, Robin’s hands covering her bloody ones.

Other wounds as well.

The raw ache of remembering who she had to have been to prevent herself from ever carrying a child. The knowledge that even though she is a mother, as fully as anyone ever has or will be, there’s something her insane sister can share with her soulmate that she never will.

The punch to the gut of this whole mess.

It festers for half an hour, an hour, two, and then it carries her to her door, and across the hallway that separates her room from the guest bedroom.

Or rather, the empty room for which she’d conjured bedroom furniture a few hours earlier. She’s never before had a reason to have guests, and so never had anywhere for them to rest.

Roland’s asleep when she enters, his small form twisted up in his blankets. Regina pads quietly to his bed and straightens the blankets above and beneath him, tucking his stuffed monkey more firmly into his arms. His breaths are slow and even. Robin had said the boy never slept well through New York’s noise; he must be catching up on deep sleep. Regina pushes his curls out of the way and drops a kiss to his forehead. Roland turns, a heavy exhale leaving his lips, his face peaceful in rest, and it reminds Regina of Henry at this age. Of the way her love for him would swell up to the point of choking. 

Snow once told her she loved deeply, with her whole soul, and though those words echo constantly in her thoughts, though she would never change it, still she aches now that love always has to be this for her. Choking. All-consuming. She’s never truly been able to convince herself to learn distance from it.

Robin, unlike his son, is curled almost into a ball, his breathing shallow and his muscles tense. Clearly he has gotten no more sleep than she has.

“Robin,” she says softly, tentative about startling him when she’s been mostly silent since she entered the room with his back to her. They’ve both had more than enough surprises in these past months. (She swallows back the bitterness at that thought, pushes away the anger at her sister. And most of all she fights the unfair, ungenerous feelings of betrayal that she harbors that Robin was one of the people who hurt her. He would never and he did are twin beliefs in her mind and heart.)

His eyes follow her movements, though his body remains still. When she reaches him, she traces the hollows his frown has drawn across his cheeks, her other hand unconsciously flattening against her stomach. He shivers, a silent reaction to their touch, but he doesn’t move to touch her until she sits beside him on the mattress. The fingers of one hand join with hers, and the way he looks at her with so much hope and yet such hesitation makes her choke.

“Is your stomach all right?” he wonders softly.

“Fine.” She thinks of explaining more fully, but then she knows him well enough to understand that the potion she chose to drink decades ago will still manage to increase the guilt she’s seen so clearly written across his features all day. She has no desire to make him hurt more on her account. Not today. “It scared me, when I woke and couldn’t find you. I thought…” He trails off, his Adam’s apple bobbing with his swallow as he looks down. She doesn’t speak, merely squeezes his hand and settles so that she can curl her body around his, as though wrapping her arms around him and pressing her face into the back of his neck will ward off his darkest thoughts. Her palms begin to coast slowly across his shoulders, tracing muscles and scars.

“I’m scared now, too,” he whispers. She can hear in his voice that his face is breaking, and her heart cracks with it, fault lines gaping with the knowledge that he is hurting only because he had the audacity to fall in love with her.

Yet she knows he would not welcome empty words. She is here so that they can prop each other up, not so that they can pretend they’re already standing.

She trails her fingers through his hair, the motion soothing to her as well.

“Do you want to step outside for a minute?” she offers. “Breathe for a minute without someone else in the room?” He’s likely had precious little of that in the past weeks. Her stomach plummets at the mere thought of that time, and yet she finds that his fingers tracing her knuckles and his lungs emptying and filling under her arm settles it. The ache she’s felt for hours has begun to subside.

He shakes his head.

“I could stay with Roland,” she suggests, understanding his hesitancy about leaving the boy alone.

“Don’t leave, please” he says in a rough whisper, half-asking, half-begging, his fingers tightening against her arm.

“I won’t,” she promises. “I won’t.” She doesn’t want to. Whatever happens, however they deal with all of this, the one thing she knows in this moment is that they’re better off doing it together.

Her words tear a ragged breath from his lips, and with his next exhale, his shoulders sag.

"Sleep, Robin. I’m not going anywhere. I–” the words catch in her throat, half-formed. She stopped him at the town line months ago, at the fault line of complete joy and utter devastation. And now she stops herself from voicing I love you.

And Robin, wonderful, broken, exhausted Robin runs a thumb along the inside of her wrist and tells her, in the voice of a man both shattered and made whole by the truth of his words, “I know”.

anonymous asked:

I keep seeing some negative posts about how Hook should stay dead because "dead is dead" or "it was his time" or something similar. I honestly don't see how he's going to stay dead after we had an entire half-season of Emma trying to save Hook. I guess the reason I'm telling you this is because you're usually positive about this kind of stuff and I need some positivity.

Obviously, he’s not going to stay dead.  Emma is marching on the Underworld to get him, and we’ve yet to see her fail ;)   

She’ll bring him home. 

This is a fantasy and fairy tale show.  Dead is only dead if that’s what the writers want for the character. I can assure you no one associated with the show wants Hook to stay dead. No one. Not the writers, the creators, the network or Colin. 

Besides I think they are going to explain that away with the “unfinished business” detail.  Characters with unfinished business go to the Underworld and they’re not quite dead yet, characters without unfinished business move on and can’t be brought back. I’m pretty sure they’ll peg anyone they don’t want to bring back (*cough* Neal *cough) as having no unfinished business. Convenient, but there you go. 

Ignore the naysayers. Seriously. They are always wrong. Always.  Those negative posts are by anti-Hookers who are mostly pissy because of BUTTHURT SHIPPER syndrome.  Emma loves Hook, and turns out their fav was never in the running and/or is gonna stay dead.  So they bitch and grouse and try to make those who like the show, Hook and CS, upset.  Don’t let ‘em. 

Besides, even if there wasn’t the Unfinished Business angle, it’s a fact that ain’t no one marching on the Underworld to bring Person back.   I do love the juxtaposition of how Emma reacted to his death (making out with Hook within days. Both times.) and her reaction to Hook’s death. Utter and complete devastation, going to unthinkable lengths to save him and get him back. All three times. 

Sometimes the answers are right there on screen, if you, you know, actually watch the show. (that’s a dig at the haters, not you nonnie.)