hold it and don't let him go

Ok ok but Phichit and Yuuri probably tried to pair skate like total dorks back in Detroit.

The two being overly dramatic when arias are played, Phichit (trying) to lift Yuuri and only somewhat succeeding because Yuuri is pretending to die in his arms. Doing the entire single ladies routine on ice. Phichit holding ridiculous poses as Yuuri spins him around. Yuuri lifting Phichit up, Phichit holding his arms out wide and yelling “never let go jack!!!!!”. Doing a full on tango with a rose in Phichit’s mouth. Giggling as they fall on each other on the ice

Because loving you, makes me feel alive. Because you are the one who saw me when I was invisible. Because you where the only one who talked to me that first day. You loved me from that first day. And I wasn’t able to see it. I know I didn’t love you back then but I ’ve always felt this deep connection and love for you. At first I was looking to you as a friend. And the truth is, that if I could choose anyone to be my best friend, I would choose you. Because you made me smile. You made me believe in myself again. You were trying to catch my attention. You were funny. And smart. And cute. And weird. And sensitive. I had never met anyone like you before. You were so different, you made me break my rules day by day. I was strict with myself and then, I was watching me change. I started to laugh. I started to feel. I cared so much about you and I didn’t know why. I wanted to help you to believe in yourself and don’t be afraid to show who you are. But instead, I guess, it was you who taught me all these things. You were the one who helped me be happier. And do things I could ever thought I would. I was a caterpillar in cocoon and you helped me turn into butterfly. I was born again. I saw beauty everywhere. Remember that day? When that cat scared you? I am happy she did because this cat is our secret connection. I love cats and I told you. And I know that that time in biology class, when you mentioned something about cats, it was for me. Because you can feel this connection, too. And now, everytime I look at my cats, or see other cats, they remind me of you. They will always remind me of you. I hope you can feel it, too. I think I love you more and more everyday. Although I don’t see you and we don’t talk and we have about eighty five days until we both meet again, I love you more. I can feel you soul beside mine. And it feels so good. Dreaming that I will hear your heartbeat one day, while you hug me tight. Like that day? Remember? When I was so afraid because you had a girlfriend and I was in love with someone else but I knew, deep inside, that you loved me. And I was afraid. Because you were hugging me so tight that I couldn’t move. And I didn’t want to, because you could think I didn’t want you to hug me. And I was afraid to hug you, too. But I wanted you. I really wanted you. Because even though I wasn’t in love with you, I always loved you and I wanted you as a friend. And I needed your hug more than anything. Because it was the first time someone hugged me. Someone who cared. Because I knew you did. I knew you loved me. And I know this isn’t right to tell or think or need this love when I couldn’t love you back, but I wanted someone to care. And you did. Although you ’ve always been too afraid and shy to admit it. And I am sorry if I hurt you. If I made you feel that I loved you too, back then. But it wasn’t until I almost die from depression and bad toughts and a love disappointment that I realised that you are the sun behind the clouds. That loves me, no matter what. That has this bright face and smile when he looks at me. And this sparkle in the eyes. And that I loved you, too. Very, very much. In a way that scared me at first. I was trying to pick up the broken pieces of my heart and out of nowhere, just like that, you appeared in my life. Again. You were the most unexpected person, the most unexpected time. And that’s why I was afraid. Because I wasn’t ready to understand this love. It was a weird feeling for me because it didn’t look like the others. I didn’t love you passionately, but deeply, truly, in a calm but also crazy way. And I was afraid. That’s why I did so many mistakes. Basically, we both did. But maybe it’s better this way. Because we weren’t ready for that and if we had something, we would destroyed it. We almost did. But I have faith. I know we ’re not over yet. Because I love you. Very, very much. And I will wait. I will wait until you are ready. Until we both are ready. Until the timing is right. Because, by the way I see it, my love for you grows day by day. As someone once said “Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it inflames the great.” That’s how I know it’s true love. Because it’s you, it’s always you. It’s gonna be a long summer. 85 days to see you again. But in 85 days I will love you more than I love you now. So I hope you are okay.
Bye for now,
The girl who looked at you as a friend, until she realised that she loved you
— 

moonstone-girl

To the one I love, 85 days left

Can we please just remember that literally the first thing Raphael did after he became a vampire was kill the vampire who had Turned him. He went looking for that vampire in order to protect his family and the fact that the vampire killed him still didn’t stop him.

He put himself through unimaginable agony in order to be able to say the word God, to hold a cross, to walk across consecrated ground, just so he could go home to his mother and not have her reject him.

He believed he was damned and never gave up on his faith.

He made extremely difficult decisions in order to stand by what he believed was right in both the books and the show.

Raphael is calculating and cold, but he’s also loyal and caring. He’s both. Let him be both.

Raphael Santiago is so strong.

  • Steve, Bucky, and Thor chilling after a battle, sharing some of Thor’s special brew because they’re the only ones who can handle it.
  • Thor setting the hammer on a table and grinning at Steve, Care for another try?
  • Steve shrugging good-naturedly and taking hold of the handle. Sure, why not.
  • Thor watching nervously while pretending not to be nervous.
  • Steve budging the hammer.
  • Thor LOLing.
  • It would seem that you are still simply unworthy, Captain.
  • Bucky snorting, tossing back the rest of his drink, and stepping up next to Steve. Are you kidding me? Move aside, Rogers.
  • Bucky grabbing the handle with his metal arm and pulling and pulling and glaring and looking to Steve.
  • Give me a hand.
  • That’s not how it works, Buck.
  • Just get over here, ya punk.
  • Steve grabbing hold just above Bucky’s clenched fist.
  • Thor LOLing in the background.
  • Bucky and Steve getting ready, Steve beginning with On the count of 3. 1, 2, 3–
  • And the hammer lifts off the table so easily that the two stumble back, shocked, hands still clasped one above the other.
  • Silence.
  • Bucky and Steve hold the hammer in the air and look at Thor in unison.
  • Thor stares wide-eyed.
  • Well, he begins after a few more moments, … if there are no pictures, it never happened.
  • Bucky yelling for Nat or Sam to get their butts in the room to take a photo before Thor can call the hammer back to him and growling Don’t let go Steve for fuck’s sake DON’T LET GO–

anonymous asked:

i don't really have an idea what hold sony have on louis. they already got harry who is obviously their golden child so why wouldn't they let louis go if they dislike him?

you know when you’re watching a movie and the main character’s girlfriend or boyfriend is taken and held hostage so the kidnapper can force the main character to do what they want them to do without any real resistance because the main character is desperate to protect their partner?

i think louis’ situation has been used as a bargaining chip where harry’s solo career is concerned since the hiatus started. bear in mind that harry hasn’t actually released anything yet. it looks like a number of things where his deal with columbia is concerned only just became official recently.

if babygate does end right before or around the time when harry releases his first single then that’ll further convince me sony’s control over louis’ stunts was their equivalent of a hostage situation to get harry to sign with them.

  • Yuu: *bursts through the door* SHINOA
  • Shinoa: Yuu...san?
  • Yuu: *holds her by the shoulders* PLEASE HELP ME
  • Shinoa: okay let me guess, you were an idiot and Mika got angry at you AGAIN
  • Yuu: how did you-
  • Shinoa: P l e a s e. You do this at least once a week
  • Yuu: ...anyway, what do I do?! Mika won't speak to me! He won't hold me or call me "Yuu-chan" like he usually does!
  • Shinoa: considering that you almost got killed by Guren, I think it just makes sense that he would get angry at you for receiving him so warmly and even let HIM hit you, ignoring Mika's opinions and warnings as per usual
  • Yuu: ...
  • Yuu: I don't get it
  • Shinoa: of course you don't
  • Shinoa: now if you'll excuse me I will go back to being a quiet side character without a voice in any of this again

anonymous asked:

Okay Beka and yuri little kid dated (like hold hands and talk at lunch a lot type stuff) and as they got older neither forgot but yuris like "he's so cool and older he probably forgot so don't annoy him" and Beka sure af didn't forget but he's thinking the same as Beka until their in s Spain and Bekas like "okay we can date for real now let me tell him he has The Prettiest Eyes™" and they don't find out the both remember for months

oh my gosh!! baby yuri telling his grandpa that he’s in love with the pretty boy from kazakhstan in his ballet class. baby beka blushing when he asks if he can hold yuri’s hand. baby yuri and baby beka switching plushies when they have to go home. both of them finding out that the other remembered when yuri’s suitcase spilled open just enough for beka to see the unforgotten, soft fur of the bear that used to belong to him. yuri getting flustered and scrambling for words until beka takes a kitten plushie out of his own bag. 

tiny boys in love. tiny boys that love each other forever. x

“What are you hiding from me?” 

“Nothing. Not a thing. I promise.” 

He kisses her nose and she laughs at him. His ears burn red because he’s hiding an engagement ring and it’s practically burning a hole in his pocket even when he’s not holding it. 

“You look cute with this hat, Swan.”

Emma blushes and lets it go this time.

  • *five years after series 4*
  • Rosie: daddy will you read to me?
  • Sherlock: of course, darling
  • Rosie: can we read Hansel and Gretel?
  • Sherlock: o_o no honey let's choose a different one. How about we read from papa's website?
  • Rosie: ooooo a study in pink!
  • Sherlock: ok hold on *scrolls through hundreds of johns blog entries*
  • Rosie: did papa name it that because he knew one day my favorite color would be pink?
  • Sherlock: I don't know sweetie, you should ask him.
  • Rosie: paaaaappAAAAA
  • John: *stumbles in half asleep* hmmmmm yes?
  • Rosie: daddy is going to read me 'a study in pink' and I wanted to know if you named it that because you knew how much I love pink.
  • John: *sits down on Rosie's bed* that was before you were born, honey, but yes, I always knew I'd have a little girl.
  • Sherlock: ok, so this is also the start to the love story that is your papas blog.
  • Rosie: you and paaaaaapa. *curling up and closing her eyes*
  • John: *doing the same*
  • Sherlock: A Study In Pink, by doctor john watson.
  • Sherlock: *looks up to see them both asleep already*
  • Sherlock: *pulls the blankets over them and kisses them both on the forehead* goodnight, loves
HOVERBOARD
  • America: Listen up, in my hand I have the future of travel. A hoverboard.
  • England: Is walking really that hard for you?
  • America: Yes. Let me give this a go. *gets on* I'm doing it. *crashes into multiple things, including Germany's desk and a storage crate* This is actually harder than I thought. *falls off, gets back on*
  • Canada: *holds him by the waist*
  • America: I'm doing it. I've got the hang of it. The future is now!
  • Canada: Should I let go.
  • America: NO MATT DON'T YOU DARE LET GO I HAVE NOT GOT THE HANG OF THIS!

Alec 100% notices how Magnus rubs his fingers together when he’s nervous or unsure so whenever he sees him do it, he reaches out and intertwines their fingers and gently squeezes his hand and Magnus just instantly relaxes and pulls Alec a little closer to him

  • dally: i just miss johnny so much man. i hope he's okay and i hope that if he comes back i can stop being such a douche. cause i just block out all my emotions all the time cause i don't wanna get hurt, ya know? but he's like the light of my life. he makes me feel, man. and i just wanna protect him from all the bad things that keep happening to him but i can't actively do that because if i do then i'll blow my cover and everybody will find out how i feel and if i even admit how i feel to myself it'll ruin everything so i just have to protect him from a distance, but i feel like that isn't enough and it hurts. and now i really can't do anything because he's in a fucking church and he's gonna die in like two chapters and i can't take that. he's what's been keeping me going. i want to be a better man for him, because he deserves that you know. but it's hard and i feel like i'm not enough and i never will be enough and he's too pure and so i'll just ruin him even more. and sometimes i lie to myself and say everything will turn out fine but i know it won't. we're greasers and he just killed a kid and i can barely take care of myself let alone him. which i don't need to worry about too much i guess because he can hold his own in a rumble and stuff and he takes a shit ton of beatings from his old man. ugh i hate thinking about that. i wish we could both just go out in the country and live alone with a couple horses. maybe a dog, but it'd be his dog cause animals don't like me except for ponies. not ponyboy though i'm pretty sure that kid hates me. but it wouldn't matter cause it'd just be me and johnny cakes in a little country house with no worries at all. man i just wish we could be together. the world is fucked but i would beat the shit out of every single fucker in this town for me and him, you know man. he just makes me feel that strongly, y'know?
  • darry: what
  • sodapop: what
  • two-bit: what
  • steve: what
  • cherry: what
  • marcia: what
  • bob: what
  • the store clerk that dally pointed a gun at: what
  • s.e. hinton: what
  • the entire world: what
  • dally: i sAID I LIKE GIRLS AND ALCOHOL AND THE SUFFERING OF OTHERS,, NOTHIN LEGAL M,AN, I HAVE NO EMOTIONS WHATSOEVER, SEE WATCH ME BE APATHETIC, goD DON'T GET WISE YOU PUNKS
Seeing Double

He’s being ridiculous, he tells himself.

It’s sentiment, nothing more, and it’s playing with his senses. Knocking him off balance- Which is a thing not to be borne.

After all, the likeness isn’t particularly striking, once the body’s turned over.

And if the hands are the same size, the nails cut to the same degree of shortness, then what of it? If the hair is of a similar colour and style as that she favours, that’s still no excuse for this ridiculous, insipid… mawkishness which is scratching at his rib-cage. His chest. His heart.

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  • *Quidditch changing rooms*
  • Beater: *changing*
  • Sherlock: *bursts in; furious* What did I tell you?
  • Beater: *looks up; smiles* Hey, Captain. Great game, eh?
  • Sherlock: *outraged* I told you not to aim for her!
  • Beater: *frowns* What? She was about to catch the Snitch. If you hadn't been-
  • Sherlock: *snatches the bat; storms off*
  • Beater: ...
  • -a few minutes later-
  • Mary: *enters; confused* Can anyone tell me what it was that Sherlock just threw into the lake?
  • Beater: WHAT? *runs out*
  • MEANWHILE
  • *the Hospital Wing*
  • John: *awkward* How does it feel?
  • Molly: *gingerly moves her bandaged arm* Like I fell off my broom and broke my arm.
  • John: *quickly* He's getting a detention. Not to mention a right bollocking. Possibly removed from the team-
  • Molly: *groans* God, I don't want that.
  • John: *thoughtful* What if he kills him?
  • Molly: *glares at him*
  • Sherlock: *rushes in* Okay, I managed to persuade Madame Pomfrey to let me stay here tonight *fluffs her pillow*
  • Molly: *sighs* You do realise people think we're going out now?
  • Sherlock: *chuckles* That'll be the head injury talking.
  • Molly: *raises an eyebrow* Is that so?
  • Sherlock: *kisses her cheek* I'll take care of you, don't worry.
  • Molly: *holds his hand* I'm not.
  • John: *hiding behind a copy of the Quibbler*
Phan in Songs
  • 2009: I Think I'm In Love, Paparazzi, Can't Help Falling In Love, Skin, Blank Space, Love Story
  • 2010-2011: Arms, Youth, Teenage Dream, Iris, Talk Me Down, Just The Way You Are
  • 2012: True Love, Hello, Say Something, Better In Time, Wrecking Ball, Stitches, Fools, Love The Way You Lie, Impossible, Wildest Dreams, I Knew You Were Trouble, Talking To The Moon, Skinny Love
  • 2013: Sad Song, Up, Little Did You Know, We Found Love, Lay Me Down, Kids Aren't Alright, Count On Me, When We Were Young
  • 2014-2015: Jealous, Friends, Steal My Girl, Secret Love Song, Unconditionally, Like I'm Gonna Lose You, Drunk In Love
  • 2016: Seven Years, Say You Won't Let Go, For Him, I Was Here, Photograph, How Long Will I Love You, Mine, Hold My Hand
  • 2017 *so far*: Marry You, Yuri On Ice (Single), Young And Beautiful, Turning Page, Thousand Years, Dear Future Husband, All Of Me, Thinking Out Loud
I’d Melt With You

I can’t even blame caffeine for this one. Thanks for reading :)


It’s not exactly the first song Sam would pick, he’s more into The Clash himself, but Amanda commandeered his radio, and who is he to tell her she can’t listen to her A-Ha’s or whatever, but even he has his limits.

“Come dance with me!” That’s one of them.

“Amanda, I don’t dance,” he calls back and she scoffs, stalking across the baseball field. She grabs his hand, yanking him to his feet, pulling him towards the radio.

“Bullshit, I’ve seen you dance.”

“Yeah, by myself,” Sam argues but she ignores him, holding their clasped hands above her head and twirling herself. “I’m gonna step on your feet or something and then you’ll bitch at me.”

She stops dancing, dropping his hand, putting her hands on her hips. “The song is almost over. Just one dance.”

He almost gives in, but he manages to hold his ground and shakes his head. She throws her hands in the air, rolling her eyes, but doesn’t comment, returning to her dancing. When the song changes she turns the radio off and says, “Alright, take me home, killjoy.”

“’Not a killjoy.”

“Uh-huh.”


Sam hadn’t planned on going to homecoming. In fact, he wanted to spend his entire night getting high and throwing firecrackers off his roof, but his dad had been in one of his moods and Sam really had to get out of the house.

The gym is sweltering, a sea of bodies scattered across the floor, dancing to some Modern English song. He sees Hannah standing in the corner, looking bored and literally on the verge of killing her date, and when she spots Sam watching her she glares. He gives her a mock wave and maneuvers around the crowd.

He finds Amanda standing by herself near the back of the gym, glumly watching a couple dance. When Sam follows her gaze he curls his hand into a fist, but begrudgingly he knows he can’t fault Steve. Even if he is a stupid fuck who turned Amanda Hess down.

He stops next to Amanda, watching Steve and his girlfriend for a few more seconds, before turning his attention to Amanda. She’s upset, that’s evident by her bloodshot eyes and the way she’s practically curled into herself, and he just wants to see her smile. That’s all he’s ever wanted to do for as long as he’s known her; even if it meant trouble for him in the long run.

It should really come as no surprise when he blurts out, “You wanna dance?”

Taken aback, she glances at him with wide eyes. “Did you just…?”

“Yeah,” he answers quickly, before he changes his mind, holding out his hand. “Yeah, I did. Don’t, uh, don’t mention it.”

She stares at him for a brief second, and he almost thinks she’s going to say no, but when a small smile appears on her face and she takes his hand, relief floods through him as he lets her lead him onto the crowded dance floor.

It’s the best night of his life, and he doesn’t even step on her feet.