I will seductively lie next to you on your couch and aggressively whisper figure skating terms into your ears
It’s a common proverb, to think before one speaks.
(Perhaps Yuuri’s issue is that he speaks, then thinks.)
“Please forget that I said that,” he begs Victor, burying his face in his hands in a desperate attempt to keep his coach from seeing his flushed cheeks. “That was… It made sense in my head, I didn’t mean it… Um, I didn’t mean it like you think that I meant it.”
“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” Victor promises. “I’ve been told that before, you know. Plenty of times.”
Yuuri peers at him between his fingers. “You have?”
“No,” he admits, then chuckles. “At least, not so directly.”
If Yuuri could shrink, could disappear, then he would. He considers making a beeline for the door, but that might only worsen the situation, so he stays where he is, hopes that Victor will drop the subject.
Victor puts a hand on his shoulder and the touch is so unexpected that Yuuri jumps, but doesn’t move away, meeting his eyes and searching desperately for any sign of mercy. He knows by now, though, that Victor seems to have a selective memory, and that he’ll never forget this. “I’m flattered, though. That you think my accent is so sexy.”
He’s never met Error but he learned a bit about him through a random encounter with Ink. He found a random trail of ink once and followed it ‘cuz he was bored. Ink’s how Necros learned a little bit about other AUs, though Ink ended up going on various tangents and incomplete rants. Whether or not he met the real Ink is debatable.
I like to think this is how Necros managed to get some crayons, other than stealing them. (ﾉ>ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
LOOK AT THE FURNITURE. SO WHITE. SUCH CURTAINS. THEY SHOPPED TOGETHER. DOMESTIC BLISS.
Wow it’s almost like when Dan talked about his white bed and his moon themed room he was describing an aesthetic Dan and Phil agreed on together that is clearly reflected in the other designated shared spaces of their new place what a funny coincidence ha ha neat.
For your anon hour: Headcannons for BTS on Family Feud
OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU okay listen my college roomies and I watched this show for hours all the time. Our TV was usually stuck on FF 24/7. I am fucking just– The weirdest part of this was also making Headcannons for Steve Harvey. Ask me last week if I thought I’d be doing that, and man would that be a hard NO.
Seokjin: That guy that makes an unfunny joke but Steve Harvey just rolls with it so hard and every time they look at each other or when Steve comes to him for an answer, they’re both grinning and giggling messes and it takes AGES to get to the response because they’re just laughing and gasping for breath. Always gives the obvious answers, but after that, kind of flops. Decent at Fast Money.
Yoongi: Gives the answers no one thinks are going to be up there (and rightly shouldn’t be) but the way he phrases it is so generic that the people who decide if the family got the answer right give it to him. Complains about everyone else when they get an answer wrong (like ‘really???? You thought???’). Gets defensive if someone complains about his. Bad at Fast Money. No one notices. They keep letting him play.
Hoseok: Has the time of his fucking life. May not be the best player, but man does he make up for it in heart. Gets the middle or last answers consistently, but never sees number one coming. Always supportive of every single answer, even if it was dumb and 100% not up there. He claps and hoots anyway. A little embarrassed if his isn’t up there. Pretty good at Fast Money, but always misses the number one spots. He best as the second person because he can think quickly on his feet if he accidentally repeats a response.
Namjoon: Gives the most logical answers that, yeah, okay, sure. They make sense, but buddy. Bud. Bro. Man. Americans as a group are not that smart don’t expect that much please. They make sense, but man. It’s not up there. Doesn’t get to play Fast Money because: “Okay, Jimin. Guess how many points Namjoon got for you in Fast Money.” “I’d be happy with, like. 60?” “Well. You’ve got 7, so you need to get every single first answer.”
Jimin: That chruch-mom but is the first to say ‘his dick’ or ‘weed’ or ‘they’ll have sex, Steve’ whenever it gets to him. Doesn’t even fucking hesitate. Leaves Steve Harvey speechless. Amazing at Fast Money and gets all the number one answers. Tells Jungkook to get better with his answers at the same time he praises Taehyung for thinking outside of the box with his. And so help them all if Jungkook accidentally repeats one of his responses
Taehyung: Gets complimented on his tie and spends the rest of the show super happy about it. Never gets an answer right. (Maybe once, and man are they all surprised. Steve runs around like a goddamn idiot and has to double check.) He’s smart, but not quick on the fly. They get a strike because he times out a few times. Never gets the chance to play Fast Money, but man would he do just as bad.
Jungkook: Steve Harvey fixes his tie for him and makes sure the knot is tight. Calls him adorable. Makes him smile for the camera. Can’t believe he’s an adult. If he gives an answer that isn’t up there, Steve gets super offended and totally defends Jungkook’s response (even if it’s shit). Is okay at Fast Money, but they can’t put him and Jimin together because they’ll just repeat every answer and lose
I haven’t made it very secret that I like TodoDeku a lot hahaha….
Kirishima/Bakugou is so quality too honestly
I’m kind of intrigued by Bakugou/Deku? This one isn’t as fluffy though. I’m just kind of interested in their canon relationship in general. Because there’s probably going to be a ton of introspection there.
Also Bakugou/Uraraka (They have a really interesting dynamic)
And then I get the really mixed bag that I’m not super invested in but they have cute moments:
Kaminari/Jiro but also Momo/Jiro and also Momo/Todoroki and Momo/Girl from Class B whose name escapes me
some moment or anything who make L,mello,light,near laugh SO HARD hahahahaha XD
L: It was the grumbled, half-coherent retorts you made that got to him, off-hand remarks made under your breath reducing him to gasps. He was a silent laugher, eyes widened, breath wheezing in and out in amusement, which was often a good thing, seeing as he was usually the only one close enough to catch your little quips. On one such occasion he had to get up and leave the room, leaning against the hallway and shaking his head as the rest of the task force blinked confusedly after him. You smiled innocently when they turned to you, then resumed your work.
Mello: You were not exactly a graceful person. You knew that much about yourself, and certainly it was no secret to Mello. So when you tripped into him headlong, sprawling him out across the floor, he was more amused than anything else. You smacked his chest and scrambled off of him, cheeks flaming angrily as he laughed, eyes crinkling together in a way you hadn’t seen in god knows how long. He pulled you back down and kissed your cheek fondly before sitting up with a smirk. “Well, babe, I’m glad you fell for me.”
Light: You were midway through your cartoon when you tugged at Light’s sleeve, forcing him to look at you. “Hey Light, don’t get me wrong or anything, but I think your foil’s been on prime television.” “What?” He slammed his laptop shut immediately, eyes wide. “He’d never be that reckless, for god’s sake, you must be mistaken.” “Nope,” you grinned, wiggling your fingers at him. “He’s your man alright. Come take a look.” He huffed and followed you grudgingly, mumbling something reminiscent of ‘no way, the bastard- too cautious’. You pointed at the screen triumphantly, holding back giggles when he blanked. He turned to you slowly, then back to the screen, before dissolving slowly into a roaring laughter. “That’s him alright,” he guffawed, straightening his jacket. He strode back to the desk, still laughing to himself as you split your face with a grin, returning to the pause screen featuring the one and only sonic the hedgehog.
Near: You were bent over the table and idly prodding at your breakfast with a fork, trying to think of something to talk about when you remembered it, glancing up to look at his face. “You ever hear about the dyslexic agnostic insomniac?” you asked, watching his eyes flick up and his nose wrinkle in confusion. “No, I- don’t believe I have?” He put his glass against his teeth and you grinned, laying your fork down and leaning forward on your palm. “Real tragic, that one. He stays up all night wondering if there really is a dog.” It was a dumb joke, and you knew it- you didn’t expect him to be amused, especially when jokes were so difficult for him to grasp in the first place. Which is why you were more than a little surprised when milk quite literally shot out of Near’s nose as he tried to choke down his laughter. “Are you alright?” you asked, half standing in alarm. He coughed violently into a napkin, still struggling over his giggles, and waved off your concern. “Fine,” he wheezed, still giggling slightly. You sat down again, relieved, and felt yourself beginning to giggle along.
You saw the Van Gogh exhibit in Chicago?? That's so amazing, I'm planning on going there soon!
Yes, I did, the exhibit was only $5 and really well put together.
It was really emotional, actually, I have been planning this trip for five months, since one of my dearest high school friends announced she was getting married in Chicago.
This has been kind of a rough year for me and van Gogh’s letters have been a source of comfort to me for awhile so seeing his art is so…rejuvenating, I guess. And encouraging. It felt a bit like a pilgrimage. I got to see some of his letters to Theo in person, which was so sweet. And his happy writings about his little yellow house…I am always struck by how sincerely he writes, it’s so raw sometimes it hurts to read. He was such a tender person, he was just so excited that he might get to live and work with Gauguin. And his paintings of the chairs, his and Gauguin’s, which I think I’ve talked about here before: his, plain, modest, unassuming, with some onions; Gauguin’s, ornate, refined, with a candle to indicate Gauguin was a source of knowledge and wisdom. Van Gogh’s genuine love for peasants and the countryside influenced by Millet and the French realist painters (they included some of those in the exhibit too, I was delighted since he revered them so much.) His patient work in the asylums, his love for cypress trees. His careful devotion to thatched homes in the countryside. Unassuming, perhaps unglamorous things that would not interest most people. But he cared about them, and he wanted other people to care about them too, to see beauty in simplicity and humility.
Some people seem to think that when something, be it a TV show, a book, an actor, is very popular, it almost takes away from it. It isn’t unique or special anymore. I don’t really put a lot of stock into that line of thinking, I think it’s pretentious and unnecessary. Van Gogh is so well loved and I am so happy about it. He deserves it. He deserves to have those galleries flooded with people–and it will be very crowded, mind, the gallery attendants had to cycle everyone through fairly quickly. But it is so, so worth it. There is a lot in the exhibit and it is all wonderful. They even included some of the tubes of paint he used. And a palette! It was amazing.
I hope you get to see it. I really think it is a once in a lifetime experience. They reconstructed his and Gauguin’s bedrooms, too, which was really neat. And they did such a nice job of including some of his quotes on the walls…everything was really well done.
It was just…it was so nice, even with the crowds. I was so happy to be there. I hope some day I can go to the south of France where he worked. I wish there was some way to reach back across time and space and tell him how much he means to me personally, how beloved he is by so many people. I heard so many different languages spoken in those galleries. That is the kind of magnetism he has. And I’m so grateful for it.