i dunno. sorry

Sudden realization holy fuck

Okay so everyone knows that Yuuri’s free skate program is about himself, his love for skating and the people around him. It tells of his struggles and all that good shit

So i was wondering, why is it so important that he did a quadruple flip at the end and why did it surprise Victor so much to the point that he kissed Yuuri

And then i came to the realization

Yuuri’s free skate is about LOVE and he finished it with Victors SIGNATURE MOVE.

HIS LOVE STORY ENDS WITH VICTOR

Yuuri, our sweet and spicy katsudon confessed his love a second time. But this time Victor understood because they both speak the language of skating

❤️

You Could Have

As promised – not Kansas City OTRA, but very much inspired by it. I’ve had this as a WIP since April or so, so it’s nice to have it out. That said: I’M NERVOUS AS ALL GET OUT cause they kind of… are… there’s a crude topic in this. They’re just having a go at each other, though. ACK *flips tables* Enjoy, everybody, I’m gonna hide now. x

It’s the last song when security finds you and escorts you from your seat and through the crowd. You’re a little disappointed that you don’t get to see the show finish, but knots of excitement are twisting in your belly as you are herded past barricades where no one else is allowed to go. Music and fireworks, almost obnoxiously loud, are muffled backstage, and you hear voices, familiar by this point and one more so than the rest, saying earnest goodnights and wishes of love and safe returns home to the crowd that so worships them. Preparation to tear down and packup equipment has already started around you, and you pause in the wings, shaking your head when security tries to usher you to move.

He’ll be there. He’ll find you.

Sure enough, he’s all legs and hair when he appears at last, leaping over a thick wire before it can catch his boot and twist his ankle. He’s got a towel in his hand, but it’s useless on his long, wet, curly hair. He’s all but drenched from head to toe, with most of his grey t-shirt stained with sweat and clinging to his body, and while the heat is mainly to blame for that, the water he’d been spitting and throwing hadn’t helped (although, it had probably cooled him off).

He’s tanner than you remember him being last, but that’s what months of outdoor shows and sightseeing on off days will do to him. The muscles on his slick arms look just a little bigger and more defined, too, and even the most casual twist or bend of his heavily tattooed left arm makes ink practically jump every time.

His eyes, though, are most striking, and they’re only for you as he continues his beeline in your direction.

“You’re soaked, love,” he teases you through a cheeky grin and popping dimples with a voice like honey and sandpaper.

You won’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his double-entendre.

“Some twat kept spitting water at me the whole night,” you inform him, opening your arms for him.

Harry grins wider – a cocky, satisfied grin. “Yeah?” His hand slides possessively around your waist for the first time in ages and you fold your hands behing his neck. “Tell me his name an’ I’ll get him.”

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Hey to all those people telling people “ it’s not so bad, just power through the cramps” when they're on their period because it’s not an excuse to miss school/work etc.!

I had bad cramps today, but I tried to “power through it” and went to class anyways, even though my grandmother had to drive me because I couldn’t walk to the bus.

I tried to “power through it” when I started to feel like I was going to throw up in the middle of my lecture, leaving to take a walk outside in the cold to try and clear my head, even though walking made my right side feel as though it was being ripped in two.

I tried to “power through it” when I started getting cold sweat all over my body, taking off my sweater and then putting it back on two seconds later because my body couldn’t decide if it was hot or cold.

 I tried to “power through it” when spots started to appear in my vision, and just kept walking towards the exit.

I tried to “power through it” when I started to dry heave, and started walking faster.

I tried to “power through it” when my ears started ringing and the spots took over my vision and I was so so hot but shivering and my side felt on fire and twisted into knots and stabbed all at once.

I tried to power through it to the point where I collapsed in the middle of my college hallway. A stranger brought me to Outreach Services, where I lay on the floor, vomiting, for an hour until somebody could pick me up and take me home.

The school paramedics told me that I had passed out because I put too much stress on my already taxed body. My body was taxed because of hormonal fluctuations and blood loss aka my period.

Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. In the past when I’ve had cramps like this, I’ve stayed in bed and eaten strawberries and watched MASH all day.

So don’t you DARE tell me that you should “power through the cramps and do it anyways”. Powering through made me pass out. Powering through made me have to be wheeled out of the school in a wheelchair because I couldn’t keep my balance to walk. Powering through made my grandmother with osteoporosis and a tendency to panic have to come pick me up from school and help me up the stairs and almost break her hip when I started to collapse backwards on the front steps. Powering through made my 13 year old brother have to supervise me while I took a bath because I was afraid I would pass out and drown (he was super sweet about it actually; we closed the curtain and he read me Voyage of the Dawn Treader). Powering through made my mother who works to support our family pretty much on her own have to take time off work to come home and make sure I was okay.

In conclusion; If someone feels crappy because of their period cramps, leave them alone. Don’t make them do things anyways, because you might make it worse. And definitely don’t make them feel bad for not wanting to do things because of cramps; that’s the reason I even got out of bed this morning. Be nice to people on their period. Possibly buy them chocolate or painkillers. Nut don’t make them do things when they have cramps, and definitely don’t tell them “it’s nothing, power through” because cramps? Cramps can be one of the worst things you could possibly imagine.

Seriously. Fuck you all.

hey whats up mikeyway how u doin u noodle legged motherfucker?

um hi patrick

ya so i heard ur with pete?? whats that abt huh u kno petes mine u lil bitch

patrick dude chill. me and mikey arent a thing what r u doin

bullshit gerard and i are buds he tells me everything

gee wtf

i cna explain

srsly mikeyway stay after from my bf

dude patrick srsly stop mikey and i havent fucked in seven - ten. ten years

lol i knew it frank owes me ten bucks

dude gerard get off the phone also say sorry to mikey, patrick

im sorry mikey

it’s ok patrick

k but u guys what if we just had a threesome…you can fight over my hot bod in bed

pete what the fuck

frank come here this shit is gold also u owe me ten bucks

what the fuck

  • Medic: So let's start by talking about the emotions you're feeling right now.
  • Spy: Stabbing.
  • Medic: Stabbing isn't really an emotion. It's more of an activity. Which I hope you do not do to me. See, an emotion is more of a feeling.
  • Spy: Well, maybe I feel stabby.

Ages ago I read a fanfic that stuck with me where Worf was raised Jewish and being a very traditional kinda guy, still did some of the rituals he grew up with. Naturally, he’d pass them down to Alexander (and Helena Rozenko strikes me as the kind of lady who would hand knit her grandson a holiday sweater. Actually, she’d probably knit Worf one to… I should draw that XD)

A little late, alas, but happy late Hanukkah anyways!