He makes the boy go through his entire free skate twice before seeing where the chip in it is beginning to spindle into a full-blown fracture. “You don’t bend your knee enough before your triple combination, and because you’re not getting enough height you’re not getting enough rotations. It’s sloppy! I don’t know how you managed to get this far with such mediocrity. Get out there and do it again, and if you don’t bend your knee at least 40 degrees, I will get up and leave.”
Crossing his arms, Yakov sits back and waits.
For the shouting. The high-pitched whining. The crocodile tears and the rending of spandex. Or, as a bonus, threats to destroy his reputation by going to the press to expose his fascist ways and then have unruly fans burn his house down. Coaching Yuri Plisetsky for the last two years has primed him to expect just about anything.
Except Katsuki gives him a serious nod, bows low, and says with a gratefulness that borders on uncomfortable, “Hai! Thank you, Coach Feltsman!”
while i don’t like that the localization switched up the backstory of three’s high gigas i still appreciate the delivery of a lot of her english dialogue in that sequence anyway like… look how much fun she’s having
oh how you thrill me (all my nerves are wired with you)
A/N: hey everyone, I’m Caroline aka jiilys/deadlilys. If you haven’t read anything I’ve ever written before be prepared for a lot of weird imagery and to much purple prose. Have a good day and try not to think about your OTP dying in 23 days!
In the entire scope of the universe, it is hardly important. This… thing. You take comfort in that at least. That the fact that you find her completely wonderful will barely matter at all one day.
You find your own imminent nothingness rather relaxing. It’s nice to know that one day you will simply cease to exist and that nothing will matter. Sirius says that it’s actually: ‘scary as shit, you fucking moron. Who likes the fact that one day they’ll be dead?’ but Sirius is Sirius and if at least four people aren’t thinking about him at any given time he feels as if he may disappear.
She steals your defence notes and then writes swear words in the margins, pulls your air back when she walks past you at breakfast, talks to you about energy charms while leaning bony elbows on the library tables.
‘James.’ She says on one Thursday morning, ‘I’ve decided I’m going to ditch History of Magic with you’
‘How do you know I’m ditching, Evans?’
‘Because you haven’t been to that class since we were twelve. Also, Sirius told me’
So you sneak down to the greenhouses and climb onto the roofs. You lie flat with her beside you, aware of every time she breathes. She talks to you about how she wants to be a potion maker once she leaves at the end of the year, live in a cramped muggle apartment full of papers and no room for chairs surrounded by potion making equipment. She’s spread out next to you when you hear the crack of stressed glass, and before you can think you’ve pushed her off the roof into the bramble patch bellow and rolled in after.
You both have to go back up to the castle after that, frequently screaming ‘SHIT’ AND ‘OH FUCK THEY’RE IN MY BRA.’ The latter mostly coming from her.
‘Evans, I just saved your life back there’ you say later while lying in the hospital wing, ‘what do you have to say to me’
‘There is a bramble on the inside of your ear Potter, and I spat in your water jug while you were in the bathroom.’
She’s a lot funnier than you are, sarcastic and full of wit. Pretty too. With shocking hair that is orgasmic and thrilling, curling around her neck in the mornings at breakfast when she hasn’t tied it up yet. In the back of Transfiguration you sit next to each other, passing notes and kicking each other under the table. You can’t answer any questions in that class because then she’s looking at you and you can’t focus on anything but her eyes and her face and fuck. What was the question again Professor? You’re very aware of where she in in relation to you all time, like being aware of the sun.
The real kicker is that you don’t deserve her. You never have. When you were fourteen you developed a crush on her in the middle of the night, but fourteen year old you had barely discovered girls. You didn’t understand their soft bodies and swelling hearts, girls were pretty things you liked to look at that happened to have strong laughs and nice eyes. You had a crush on a new girl every week back then; it’s just that that the one on her seemed to stick.
‘James what are you looking at’ she asks with her legs spread across Sirius’s lap in the common room.
You. I’m looking at you. I’m always looking at you.
‘Just checking if you can see Sirius’s bald patch from the front. You can.‘ You say instead because you can’t say the other thing. Because this is the ultimatum, you can have this friendship thing where she sits next to you at dinner and laughs at your shitty puns or have no Lily at all. The thought of no Lily at all is like someone has rolled up your insides into a jumbled ball with everything still wired, so you keep quiet and will your crush away instead.
It’s mid-summer and you’re all spread out across the grounds. Sirius lying across Remus with Marlene sitting on top of the both of them, filing her nails. Peter groaning from the base of the tree they’re under while Mary and Evangeline take turns throwing rolled up paper at him and telling him to shut up. Lily is half in the sun and half not, shirt pulled up to reveal her pale torso and arm flung in from of her eyes. She is all sharp angles and freckles, milky white legs sticking out of her skirt and tangling themselves together near the top of Evangeline’s head. You can see her hip bones sticking out of her stomach at this angle, and want to tap your fingers on them, hear the hollow noise. You swallow and turn your head the other direction. This is a lot harder than you thought.
Occasionally you think you catch her looking at you, but she looks away too quick for you to be sure. Maybe you dreamt it, you’re not sure. Maybe you dreamt her entirely, she seems like she is something from a dream.
For your birthday she gets you a glass jar full of brambles and a card that reads:
ENJOY THIS JAR OF HORROR. KINDLY EMPTY THEM INTO REMUS’S BED AT SOME POINT BECAUSE HE TOLD ME I: ‘COULDN’T LET THINGS GO’ YESTERDAY AT BREAKFAST. WHAT A RIDICULOUS AND UTTERLY UNTRUE STATEMENT, RIGHT?
You look up after reading it and she grins at you, then reaches up to kiss your cheek. The world seems to be unmoving for a minute, and she’s still grinning at you when she pulls back. All at once things start moving again because Sirius is demanding a kiss on the cheek to and Remus has stolen the card and is reading it aloud with horror to a laughing Marlene. It’s the best gift you were given the whole day, and that’s including the ‘power of friendship’ gift you got from Sirius, because he lost a bet to Peter and had to pay up 12 galleons and 17 sickles so he had ‘no money. But he did have the power of friendship and that’s worth more than a gift, am I right Prongs?’
Later that week, you push her into the lake but she grabs your hand on her way down. You end up just splashing each other and yelling swearwords until Slughorn finds you, her pushing herself onto your shoulders and you calling her a: ‘GARBAGE CAN FULL OF TOAD PISS, EVANS YOUR FOOT IS ALMOST UP MY ARSE.’ The next day she makes herself a badge that says ‘GARBAGE CAN FULL OF TOAD PISS’ and when you see it at breakfast you fall backwards off your chair from laughing so hard.
She lends you books she likes; you bring dinner up to her when she’s cramming for Astronomy tests. You brush your teeth as she leans against the doorframe of your bathroom, telling you to hurry up or you’ll be late for Transfiguration. Sirius and Peter plaster the great hall with pictures of Mrs Norris and Filch with the heading ‘FORBIDDEN LOVE’ and Remus takes a photo of you and her underneath them, both looking mock scandalised. She rolls her ankle and you carry her up four flights of stairs to the hospital wing while she tells you about the time she saw a rabbit at the park when she was seven and fell in love.
Two weeks later you’re at a party, because Hufflepuff beat Slytherin which means they are out of the running for the cup and that’s always something to celebrate. You’re mildly drunk but not completely so, having too much fun watching Remus dance on table while Peter throws knuts at him. She appears next to you from out of nowhere, draping herself over your shoulders forcing you to crop your cup. ‘JAMES’ she yells, fumbling over the word and tipping a bit to the side, ‘YOU DROPPED YOUR BEER’
You grab her by the waist before she can fall. ‘Lily, how drunk are you on a scale of one to ten?’
‘What is a ten?’
‘Right’ you wrap her arm around your neck and carry her toward her dormitory before you remember that you don’t know how to get past the repealing enchantment ever since McGonagall found Sirius up there last month and then hit him over the head with a throw pillow (according to Sirius, who is an unreliable source).
You lug her up the stairs to your room, sitting on the side on your bed and propping her up against the headboard. She won’t stop looking at you like you’re something, so you pull up your blankets and ignore her. ‘James’ she sounds sloppy and very tired, ‘James I keep thinking you’re going to kiss me but you never do’
You freeze, but she’s still going, ‘I really, really want you to kiss me James. And if you don’t do it soon I’m thinking about making out with Sirius to make you jealous and I really don’t want to do that. It would be like… kissing a toilet brush who is also my brother.’
You snort because even when she’s so drunk she can’t remember what the number ten is, she’s funnier than you. Shit, she’s utterly lovely and you’re just you, sitting on the edge of your bed looking at her like always.
‘I’ll make you a deal Lil’ you bargain ‘if you still want me to in the morning, when you’re sober, I’ll kiss you. But only if you let me tell Sirius you called him a toilet brush.’
‘Deal’ she mutters through sleep, as you slide off your bed and onto the floor, grinning into the dark.
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HAPPY TWENTY-NINTH BIRTHDAY, YOU ARE OFFICIALLY OLD. CONGRATULATIONS. ENJOY THIS JAR OF HORROR/BRAMBLES THAT I PICKED JUST FOR YOU WITH HARRY AT THE PARK. I HAD FORGOTTEN HOW MUCH THEY FUCKING HURT, THE BUGGERS.
SIRIUS REMAINS ETERNALLY A TOILET-BRUSH, AND I REMAIN ETERNALLY YOURS.
Do you ever go braless? I really want to go braless. The summers here are so humid and bras are so sweaty. Do you have a top/dress that works best for braless days? Thanks! :)
yes, I do! I’m actually wearing one of my favorite dresses to do this with right now. :3 I’ve found that most of my favorite pieces to go braless in are from SWAK. I have the Juliet Dress in both black and blue, the Pretty Cami in lavendar and white, and the Pretty Flutter in black and pink (if you scroll through their site they have a lot of separate listings for different shades and prints of all of these too) and I’ve found that I feel comfortable wearing nearly all of these without a bra. The Juliet Dress is definitely the most support considering it has the shelf that’s elastic right under the best so there’s actually a place for your boobs to go.
I think anything that has a shelf or built in bra is going to offer more support than shirts/dresses that are more free flowing. A couple more that I really like in particular are these flowy crop tops I got from ASOS and the bustier type crop tops that have separate cup areas. You can also get products to cover your nips, but I haven’t worried about that yet.
[Image: A richly dressed smiling woman with her arms outstretched, welcomes everyone to a table ladened with the traditional foods and symbols of the holiday including a decorative table covering (Mkeka); corn, fruits, nuts, vegetables, and other crops
(Mahindi); a unity cup (Kikombe cha Umoja); the candle holder (the Kinara) with seven candles –
three green candles on the left, a
black candle in the middle, and three red candles on the right (Mishumaa Saba); gifts + presents especially for the children as well as friends and family (Zawadi).]
Happy Kwanzaa(Kwanzaa yenu iwe na heri)Habari gani?(What’s the News?)
26 December - Umoja (Unity)
27 December - Kujichagulia (Self-Determination)
28 December - Ujima (Collective Work and Responsibility)
Crop tops, the Pitch Perfect cup game, jogging
weird car smells, bad flirting, Pine trees
clay mugs, basketball, "But what about you?"
Those really nice ink pens, like the ones that don't even bleed through the paper but ya still get the nice lines, like the Fiber-castiel ones or whatever they're called, that cost like a million dollars, but they're worth it
deep sigh, telling dumb people off, wonderlust
New sweaters, window seats, European cities
wearing really big sweaters even after they're proven to get in the way completely and you should really ditch them but you keep wearing them anyway
Small Icelandic Sheepdogs, snack food, road trips