i guess it goes in there too

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HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY, celebrated my way aka EVERYONE LOVES YUURI KISSES <3 <3 <3

Super self indulgent but man this made me happy to draw, I hope it makes some of you happy today too ^ ^

Thank you everyone who played my Valentine’s Day Game! The event is now closed, thanks for participating!! <3

ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRIS, SORRY I DIDN’T MAKE A SEPARATE POST BUT YOU’RE INCLUDED IN THIS BB <3

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Oh my god, in last night’s Bob’s Burgers, Bob takes Gene to a laser light rock show at the planetarium (super important to Bob, because it was his favorite when he was a teenager, and this is the last night before they’re closing the exhibit because it’s old and no one goes anymore, also it’s Bob’s birthday), and Gene has no idea what he’s in for, but he gets pumped for it anyway ‘cause Bob’s so excited about it, and finally they get in there and they’re watching it, and Gene has a sensory overload and kinda starts freaking out ‘cause he can’t handle it, so Bob takes him out and they sit in the car for a bit.  Gene’s angry because Bob didn’t tell him it would be so loud and scary, so Bob offers to play the album for Gene at a normal volume, and Gene starts to enjoy it, so he reclines the seats, takes out the cigarette lighter, tells Gene to pretend it’s a laser, and starts drawing in the air, explaining the plot to him (it’s like a full on Pink Floyd or Rush-esque rock opera about a bunch of robot overlords telling rockers that they can’t play music anymore, and one Rebel rising against them).  Gene gets really into it and decides he wants to see the finale of the laser show (which Bob regards as a life-changing experience), so they sneak back into the planetarium (there’s no re-entry allowed) with a few tricks that parallel the story from the album, and watch the climax of the show together (Bob fashions some earplugs for Gene out of a napkin).  On the way home, Bob’s asking Gene how he liked it, and Gene says “I loved it!”, Bob asks him to speak louder ‘cause his ear’s are shot, and Gene yells, “I LOVED IT, DAD”.  Bob yells back “I love you too, Gene”.

I FUCKING!!! CAN’T!!! DEAL!!!! WITH HOW GOOD THIS SHOW IS!!! I know i don’t talk about Bob’s Burgers a lot but this show is flawless and charming and gross and funny all at the same time, the characters are written like people with actual fears and anxieties, and unlike a lot of comparable shows, the comedy doesn’t come from the family being pitted against each other, it’s always the family against the world… I love it, I love it, it’s so pure and refreshing and still somehow manages to be funny without sacrificing it’s heart, and I fuckin’ love it, please watch Bob’s Burgers holy CRAP okay I’m done.

story time: i auditioned for juilliard about 4 weeks ago and in the audition room one of the alumni came up to a group of people i was with and said

“….u talking about glenn howerton? oh boy. okay so my friend went here a while ago and– this was a few years after sunny really got big– glenn was. HERE. for some reason and he silently stepped in the elevator. it was just him and my friend there, and staring straight ahead after a silent minute glenn goes

‘this place still full of shit?’

and my friend was like 'uh… i guess? i don’t really… i don’t… i don’t know.’

and glenn goes 'good. you’re not supposed to know.’

and silently walks off the elevator”

and i needed to get it off my chest its been weighing me down for too lomg

in which jack and shitty accidentally date

based on a dream I had, I present: a short semi-fic about Jack and Shitty and their day-long, beautiful relationship.

Basically, this is what happens:

At a kegster during their freshmen year, in which Shitty is running around being the life of the party even though he’s a freshman, Jack is also in attendance– talking to Berger and Marsh in the kitchen. Jack is there, partly to keep an eye on Shitty, partly because he is surprised by how much he does like some of the guys on his team, mostly because they had won today and Jack is in quite a good mood. Not a good enough mood that he is going to risk going into the living room where music is blasting, but in a good enough mood that he is holding a solo cup of beer and chilling in the kitchen, chatting with Berger and Marsh. He is at ease as Jack ever is– laughing good naturedly as they tease both him and each other and of course, this is when the trouble starts.

The trouble is this: Marsh is drunk and excited that Jack has actually shown up to a Haus kegster and since Jack seems to be in a good mood, Marsh decides to take a risk and ask Jack a Question. More specifically, Marsh rams an friendly elbow into Jack’s ribs and goes:

“Yo, Zimmermann, you like anyone on campus yet?”

A few months prior, that question would have made Jack freeze up. But now, Jack smiles easily (because honestly, it is a rather respectful question– “like” instead of “fuck”; “anyone” instead of assuming “girl”) and he certainly doesn’t want to get into his romantic history or lack of crushes so he smiles, shrugs, and says

“Nah, love’s shitty,” It’s still friendly and he smiles and asks Berg about his crush that the whole team knows about and that should be that.

The problem, however, is that what Alex Berger and Carter Marsh heard was not “Nah, love’s shitty,” but “I’m in love with Shitty.”

Which, of course, is a much bigger deal. 

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au where transforming also makes adrien and marinette very hungry

they can be found making mug brownies and sitting on the floor eating doritos at like three am after patrol

im not so much mad at neurotypicals who use spinners and other fidget toys; it makes me feel less self conscious about using mine in public- people will think im getting in on the fad. 

if they cause a disturbance when playing with them, then yeah, thats bad, but that goes for anyone, NT or otherwise.

i am mad at those who respond to this trend by banning them or ridiculung them just bc theyre popular. theyre harmless, and if someone is fucking around with them, thats on them. dont make it harder for ND kids to stim by using the toys in an obnoxious way, or by taking it away from everyone because of some kids using it obnoxiously

anyways I love Isabela because if you’re dating Anders, and you get into Act Three she’s like “Hawke, you should come sail away on my pirate ship with me” and if you say “What about Anders?” she goes “of course Anders can come too!” with no hesitation

like

THANK U. ALMOST EVERY OTHER ONE OF MY FRIENDS HAS STUCK THEIR NOSE INTO MY RELATIONSHIP AND SAT ME DOWN AND WARNED ME ABOUT HOW AWFUL THE MAGE™ IS AND HOW I SHOULD LEAVE HIM.

And here’s Isabela, who accepts it no questions asked, and it’s so goddamn refreshing, thank the Maker for Isabela, my Hawke’s true best friend

Back when I was a theatre major, I was assistant stage managing a show and two of our actors were running a scene where they kissed passionately and when they were done, the girl started laughing and she goes, “I’m sorry my hands keep kinda pawing at your chest, but it’s my lesbian instinct to go for the boobs when making out I guess.” And everyone died laughing. He was gay too so it made it even funnier.

Mikleo’s last kiss/hug after the final battle before Sorey goes to sleep.

You can think of it as a hug or a kiss but for me, there’s something sweet there…so it’s a kiss (or both).  

And…

This is another reason on how the manga and the game complete each other. In the game we only saw how Mikleo’s passing Sorey before the camera view changed and in the manga we can’t guess that the circle is Mikleo (because it’s black and white ofc). Unlike certain adaptation which goes way too far and doesn’t make sense anymore *sigh*

How was your week?
  • What she says : good,nothing exciting
  • What she means: eyewitness and skam are still gone and it feels like a part of me is gone too and I just need to be reunited with my gay babies and the longer this goes on the more I believe that we're not going to get an eyewitness season two but we have to it's not right if we don't..but other than that good I guess
[TRANS] BTS Official Fanclub A.R.M.Y 1st Term - Interview (P5)

(the interview is from 2014)
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Q: How do you relieve those stresses? 

Jungkook: I eat.
Rap Monster: I have to concentrate on something. Sometimes it’s game, sometimes it’s music. “Too Much” was a mixtape that I made putting all of my stresses in, but now come to think of it, it’s really too much just like the title. (laughs) I thought it would be cool putting my stresses into music, but seems like I was wrong. I decided it’s best not to pile up stresses.
Suga: I think my personality changed a lot. Before, I used to show my stresses out. I would show it out with something and then I’m done, but now when I’m stressed, I just flush them all out inside. Actually it’s not like I have a hobby…
Rap Monster: Photos!
Suga: Oh I like taking photos, but it doesn’t make me feel the catharsis and go “Haa~ I love it~ (in a feeling tone”.
All: (laugh and clap hands)
Suga: I said I like cameras but I don’t go “Uahh~ The lens. (admiring)” when taking photos.
Rap Monster: Lens..! 40mm! (cosplaying Suga)
All: (go wild)
Suga: I think I knew how to get less stressed even if I’m stressed now. If I think like “If I do better, the thing that makes me stressed will be gone. Let’s do better,” it won’t stress me out.
Jungkook: Honestly, I’m the type to not really think much. (looking happy)
Rap Monster: Jungkook just bounces it off. Suga-hyung lets it pass by and Jungkook bounces it off.
J-hope: Ting~ Ting~ (making sound effect)
Jungkook: When I’m stressed, I “Euaaa…” and then I’m fine.
Jimin: I still don’t know how to relieve stress. I just pile it all up or stay quiet by myself until something makes me laugh. When I’m like that, (points to Jungkook) sometimes he messes with me and makes me laugh. If I don’t laugh then I continue to stay quiet.
Rap Monster: (points to Hobi) How do you relieve stress? I’m really curious.
J-hope: Me? I’m stressed when a problem comes up, and I can only relieve stress after dealing with that problem. Other than that there’s barely anything that make me stressed.
Rap Monster: You don’t get stressed by trivial things?
J-hope: Uhm… Not really, but when I do, time is the answer. Sometimes I eat something sweet and it’ll be gone. (laughs)
Jimin: (points to V) How about you? I’m really curious how V relieve stress.
V: Me?
Suga:
Doesn’t V do the most? To relieve stress.
V: If I’m stressed, it’ll all show on my face. “I’m not in a good mood today (showing face expression)”, “I’m really stressed (showing face expression)” like this. If I talk to someone, or play games, read webtoons or play games, I would still keep that face.
J-hope: You did a lot but…
V: I tried a lot of things but I still haven’t found any solution.
Jin: I cook something and eat. (laughs)
Rap Monster: You’re still the same. Food!
Jin: But I have to talk about how I relieve stress!
J-hope: This hyung is getting stressed again. He has to go eat something. Wait (points at snacks on the table) quick, give him snacks.
All: (laugh)
Jin: Not this. I have to eat something I make. Or go sleep. Sleep helps relieving 80% of stress.
Jungkook: Really?
Jin: Yeah.
Rap Monster: Sleeping is the best.
J-hope: Everything goes away after sleeping. Jungkook: I get stressed when I sleep.
All: Why?
Jungkook: I can’t sleep.
Suga: Who would believe that.
Jungkook: It strangely takes a lot of effort for me to fall asleep on bed.
Rap Monster: I fall asleep as soon as I lay my head down.
V: Rapmon-hyung snores as soon as he lie down.
Jin: These days I have to wear headphone to sleep because of Rapmon.
Jimin: (excited) Wow! (The snoring) even drills through the headphone. It goes “baaaaakk” like this, I even feel the vibration.
Jin: He snores everyday like a routine.
Rap Monster: So that’s why my throat hurts every time I wake up. Because I snore too hard.
Jimin: I was so surprised. V left the headphone on my bed. I just thought “What the, take care of your stuffs” and put it aside, but then when I slept I realized “Oh that’s why! I need the headphone!” and put it on. But the snoring drilled through the headphone like “dadadadadadadada”!!
Suga: I don’t feel anything. Guess I got used to it.
V: Me too. Nothing.
Jin: My bed is the farthest from Rapmon but it feels like I’m right next to him. But do you know this? Rapmon is really sensitive before sleeping. If I rustle even just a little bit, he would go “Jin-hyung”…
All: (laugh)
Jin: But then he snores as soon as he sleeps.
Suga: We usually share hotel rooms when going abroad or somewhere else right? I want all of us to use one room and let him use a room by himself.
Rap Monster: (embarrassed) Why, because I snore?
J-hope: (points at Rap Monster) You go sleep with manager hyung.
Jungkook: R~ight!
Jin: Exactly!
V: True!
Jungkook: A collaboration.
All: (crack up, especially Jimin)
V: Two top figures.
Suga: It’s my first time seeing such a collaboration.
Jungkook: (showing snoring collaboration)
All: (crack up again)
J-hope: You have to try going through it.
Rap Monster: Someone recorded and let me hear it long ago.
Jimin: It’s really funny. If other people snore, he throws his pillow and bury his face into the blanket.
All: (clapping and laughing)
Jin: If others snore, he wakes them up and tells them to stop sleeping…
Jimin: (about to cry from laughing so hard)
Jungkook: (clapping like a seal)
Suga: Jimin once snored and Rapmon tapped him “Yo, stop snoring” and woke him up, but he himself snored as soon as he lied down.
All: (stomach hurting so bad that laughing is getting hard now)
J-hope: Wow~ you’re really..
Suga: You have no conscience.
Rap Monster: I… did wrong. (laughs shyly) I relieve stress by snoring!
Jimin: If Jungkook’s about to snore, he blocks his nose but you snore right after laying your head down. No not snoring, growling.
Rap Monster: I don’t… (voice getting smaller)
Jungkook: But still luckily I don’t wake up in the middle of sleeping. It’s best to fall asleep first.
Jin: Waking up in the middle of sleeping is the worst… But we only have like 3 hours to sleep, go to sleep from Rapmon first.
All: (shaking heads) Ouh~ We can’t do that!
Jimin: Let me tell you how sensitive Rapmon-hyung is, we can’t even make any noise outside the room. He goes outside and tells us to be quiet.
V: But he sings in the bathroom…
All: (laugh)
Jin: And turning on music…
Rap Monster: I don’t~ Why are you being like this~
All: (having fun teasing Rap Monster)
Suga: Going around vacuuming early in the morning…
Jin: I remember back in trainee days, he suddenly turned on the vacuum early in the morning.
Suga: I was like “Why is he being like this? What is he? When is he gonna turn off that vacuum cleaner?” and was about to go out to say something, then he turned it off. I thought that was the end but…
Jin: He suddenly went showing and singing.
All: (laugh)
Jin: I still remember it was ‘Waiting’ by Yoonha-sunbaenim.
Jimin: (wiping tears and laughing again)
V: (laughing while holding stomach)
Jungkook: (clapping)
J-hope: Really… (laughs)
Rap Monster: Oh my endorphins~
Suga: So I opened the door and shouted “Be quiet!!!!!!!!!!”.
V: It was hilarious.
Jungkook: Why don’t I remember this? Was I sleeping at that time?
Jin: You weren’t there at that time.
Suga: You were in America.
Jungkook: Oh America~
Jimin: That was freaking funny.
Rap Monster: I only snore these days.
Suga: Yeah you don’t do that anymore.
Rap Monster: These days we have a new dark horse. (points to V)
Jungkook: He sleep talks a lot.
All: (copying V)
Suga: But we all got used to it now so it’s no longer a problem.

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Yuuri is in the kitchen when he hears Victor call it out in question. They had just finished up supper and Victor had cooked so Yuuri was in the kitchen washing up the dishes to return the favor. And he’s just standing by the dishwasher, humming idly and wondering if Victor has picked out a movie for them to watch or if tonight is going to be a night where they watch game shows featuring Victor yelling out the answers that can actually be correct on occasion. It had been a long day at the rink and Yuuri even wonders if maybe they’ll have a nice glass of wine before bed.

So, Yuuri is just minding his own business, not thinking twice when Victor calls out his name. He hums back, expecting a question or statement about leftovers but then…

“What’s yaoi?”

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wanted to draw a DjWifi comic but got carried away too much (mostly with coloring, omfg) 
its also partially Volpinino? (or how is it called??) i guess…. this awkward moment when you think that one superhero is as hot as your girlfriend and you hate yourself for it

*goes away*

ah, no, theres bonus:

alphaandhismate  asked:

Hey Rachel got a question for ya. Do you think Stiles would feel inadequate compared to all the buff sexy werewolves and push himself​ to the breaking point trying to look like he belongs? Cause I have this headcanon where he decides to work out to make himself look like he belongs beside the wolves but it doesn't work out to well and he winds up doing more harm than good. Which upsets Derek when he finds out (because he loves the idiot but he won't admit it)

Aw I can absolutely see this. Stiles, already prone to insecurity and the feeling of not being good enough, slowly being worn down by that itching knowledge in his skull of being that he’s not as strong as any of his friends, not as attractive as any of his friends, and sure as hell not as useful as any of them, right? Sure, he’s smart. He knows that. But what the hell use is that in battle? He can’t dive in front of a bullet to keep the others from hurting, can’t stand beside the others and fight at anything close to their level.

And no matter how much he smirks at enemies’ jibes and plays off as enjoying being the group’s token human (”means I get to leave all the heavy lifting to you guys, right?”) it’s a feeling that would keep building up over time, pushing at the back of his skull every time the pack insists he be left behind on a certain mission, that he should stay where he’s safe, or gets offhandedly told he’ll just slow the others down. Every time they go running out in the preserve and he gets to sit behind and watch the car. Every time he goes out with the group and finds himself wondering what he looks like in everyone else’s eyes: this circle of beautiful beyond belief, supernaturally perfect people and then… him.

He couldn’t share his worries with the others –– Scott would get that worried look in his eyes and insist Stiles is perfect the way he is. Lydia might not share the same speed and strength as the others but she’s always been supernaturally beautiful, and she’s got her own banshee tricks to help out in a fight. So he keeps it inside, bottles it up… and he starts to push himself. Stays after school lifting weights until his limbs are wrecked from it, goes out running until his legs are shaking under him. Thinking one more lift, one more mile, one step closer to belonging.

And it starts working, too. He’s able to keep up with the pack sometimes, on their more casual runs. He’s gaining muscle, losing any last hints of baby fat. But there are hollowed shadows under his eyes too and he’s not eating enough, probably, but that’s fine. It’s fine when he wrestles with Liam and ends up with a purpled bruise blooming out across his ribs from a too-hard tackle. It’s fine that he can’t really sleep anymore because his muscles are always burning. It’s fine because he’s started looking at pictures of the group after pack events and almost seeing a group of people who fit together, not a handful of perfect people around a lanky, awkward him. Who the hell wouldn’t sacrifice a little comfort and the ability to lift his arms above his head for that?

.-

Derek’s the one who notices first, because of course he is. Drops in through the bedroom window one night like the supernatural stalking creeper he used to be, and finds Stiles collapsed to an exhausted heap against the side of his bed. Too tired and too sore to have stripped off his sweat-stained shirt or make it the extra step to lay down on it. He forces a smile when he spots Derek, but it’s more pained than it should be. Wavers at the edges. Derek ignores his opening jibe, doesn’t comment on the way Stiles tries to push himself up on unsteady palms and falters, a spasm of motion that starts and dies just as fast. Just moves silent, sits down next to him on the floor at the foot of the bed. There’s a world of words in his silence, a disapproving air Stiles can feel deep in his bones, and he finds himself saying “I’m fine,” low and head ducked, like it’s a lie.

It’s not a lie. But it’s not exactly true either, is it?

Derek’s eyes are on Stiles’ face now, flicking down his damp shirt, over his faintly trembling limbs, and it’s like he’s seeing too much suddenly, seeing through walls Stiles is too tired to pull up. People aren’t supposed to see him at this point in the day; they’re supposed to see him in the morning when he has the energy to grin and bounce and keep up with the rest of them like it’s effortless. They’re not supposed to see the tired bruises under his eyes or the way he shakes from hours of trying to hold himself at a werewolf’s level.

He wets his lips, a flash of frustration burning bitter through him.

“Look, I’m not strong like you guys.” It’s not news. It’s been a constant refrain for the past two years of his life, ever since Scott was bit and turned into a superhero sports star girl magnet and left Stiles standing awkwardly in his dust. Stiles couldn’t ask for the bite, Scott wouldn’t understand. And he doesn’t think he wants it either, not really. He doesn’t want the claws or the anchors or the pulls to the moon. He just wants to be able to keep up with them. Wants to not be the funny one in a group of supermodels. Doesn’t want to be the weak one in a group of heroes. Doesn’t want to be the one holding them back.

He bites over a frustrated sound, frowns at Derek’s faintly pinched brows, manages to lift one bone-dead arm and snaps out even more harshly: “I’m not… hot.”

It’s not the whole issue, it barely touches the issue, but it’s too much already and he scowls after he says it, daring Derek to snort or mock him or roll his eyes and agree, obviously, but that searching look only seems to sink deeper and Derek murmurs, “You’re wrong.”

Which is just… it’s worse than laughing. Because Stiles could handle people dismissing him, mocking him. He’s used to that. What he can’t take is Derek fucking Hale feeling so goddamned bad about his patheticness that he’s reduced to lying to try and comfort him.

“Oh, right, sure. I’m hot. You guys are all freaking Greek gods with all the muscle and the… faces.” He snorts, falling back against an overworked spine that protests the pressure. “You can’t even talk. You’ve always been the hottest person ever. You’ve got no idea what it’s like to be the one no one ever wants.”

Derek’s eyes flick down Stiles again, reassessing, and Stiles winces over the realization that Derek’s trying to find something, anything likable on his wiry frame.

Don’t––” He starts, because he physically cannot handle that, but Derek’s saying “You’re wrong,” again, and it’s soft and warm in a way that doesn’t sound like pity.

But Stiles doesn’t let himself feel it. The “oh yeah?” he shoots back is sure and challenging, almost smug in its confidence because maybe he’s not beautiful beyond all reason like the man next to him, maybe he’s not strong and desirable and wanted but at least he’s smart enough to realize that.

Derek lets out a growl of frustration and turns where he’s sitting, crowds in close with palms pressed to either side of Stiles’ thigh, and Stiles is on the edge of rolling his eyes because does Derek seriously think he can intimidate Stiles into changing his mind about himself, but then “you’re wrong” falls out a third time, a too-warm growl of a whisper, and Derek closes the space between their lips.

Stiles loses his conviction in the contact.

Derek’s hands move over him while they kiss, dragging soothing tips and scolding pinches over his wrecked muscles in ways that leave him groaning, touches sinking you’re beautiful and you’re wanted under his skin in ways the best words probably never could. Hands trail down to play across Stiles’ fingers, silently praising the cleverness of them. Beard-rough lips drift up to kiss across his temple and a warmth of admiration seems to melt into him with each press. And Stiles can barely move, arms aching protest as he lifts them to thread into Derek’s hair, body quivering in ways that shift between exhaustion and want.

When Derek finally leans back Stiles whimpers, wanting more but too worn down to chase him. But Derek’s watching him from inches away in the dark room, and there’s no reflected flaws in those dark eyes now. Just you’re beautiful, you’re wanted. You’re important

Stiles runs light thumbs down Derek’s beard, lets out a light laugh he barely recognizes.

“Guess I believe you,”

(And from now on, on nights when the pack goes out running, Stiles and Derek find a more interesting way to occupy themselves by the cars.)

A number of people have inquired, so here’s the story about how I fought a meth dealer at three in the morning. Strap in.

So what you need to know right off the bat is that I just graduated from an art college in Portland, where I was an RA in the freshman dorm for the past 3 years. So there are 4 of the 5 contributing factors to my encounter with the meth dealer. The 5th factor that ties this human toe of a person into my life is that he was dating one of the residents, who was from Florida. If any one of these 5 factors had been different, I would not have rumbled with a member of Portland’s underbelly. 

But Grace, you say, surely the person he was dating could have been from anywhere. Not everyone from Florida automatically has ties to meth dealers. To which I reply, Perhaps, Perhaps it is true that not every Floridian is meth-affiliated, but every resident at this dorm building who ever dated a meth dealer was from Florida, so how am I to know?

So this was my first year as an RA, and I’ll tell you guys, I’ll toot my own horn, because I’m damn good at this job. I have a great report with the kids on my floor and all my events have great attendance and when I bust parties and flush people’s weed, they apologize to me and worry that they’ve harmed our friendship. I got this job on lock down. So a few months in, when I start noticing a……………… recreationally homeless-looking gentleman coming to and fro during my lobby desk shifts, sometimes with bags of…………things, I start to think something is up.

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anonymous asked:

How would the Karasuno boys act when they have to buy condoms from Ukai's shop, having to look their coach in the eye as they pay for them?

i laughed for like 10 minutes after reading this request i love it. i’ve been having some health issues lately and needed a good pick-me-up

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The only way I could rationalize them willingly buying condoms from Sakanoshita–as opposed to any place else–knowing that their coach is minding the shop is that the team has some crazy bet going on and these are in the event that they are the loser of said bet. Whether or not they’re doing the do and actually need them is entirely irrelevant.

Daichi

  • He’s one of the few who don’t make it weird somehow. It’s just another transaction, right? Not to mention that Ukai’s made it clear to them that whatever they do outside of volleyball is none of his business.
  • It’s not embarrassing until he gets to the counter to pay and has a moment of internal panic that this is very awkward. But Daichi’s a master of keeping his composure while screaming internally all the while, so you’d never know.
    • It doesn’t hurt that he buys a few things he actually needs along with them. But still.

Suga

  • He tries to play dumb when they’re rung up: “Whoops, how did those get in there? Well, I guess I’ll take them anyway. Doesn’t hurt to have some, right?” Cue the forced bashful laughter.
  • It’s clear to everyone within a 5 mile radius that Suga is playing this up too much. Like it’s painful to watch.
  • Once out of the shop, Suga will show no mercy and pelt either the first person who laughs or the person who suggested the bet in the first place with the box.

Asahi

  • He has to buy at least four or five other things along with them in hopes that Ukai doesn’t give the condoms a second thought.
  • Except he kind of just grabs whatever is within arm’s reach in a tizzy without paying attention, so it’s an interesting mix of things.
  • He forgets how to breathe when Ukai rings his things up. You’d think that having his coach be unfazed by all of this would make it less embarrassing, but the contrast in their demeanors makes it worse. 
    • You can bet his s/o will be the one to buy them from now on because he’s scarred for life.

Nishinoya

  • Slams the box down on the counter and looks Ukai straight in the eyes. It’s the only thing he’s buying.
  • Noya’s got a dead serious look on his face the whole time. Coupled with the fact that he’s standing in a power pose, it makes the transaction feel more like a battle of wills than a simple interaction between a shopkeeper/coach and his customer/pupil.
  • Seriously, Ukai is unnerved by this until Noya shouts out a thanks and bows deeply before leaving the shop, and hearing Tanaka’s cry of “Noya-san is so cool!!!” from outside.

Tanaka

  • Tries the nonchalant whistling thing, which makes the whole process more suspect and embarrassing.
  • “They’re for my sister’s…. boyfriend…”
    • He doesn’t know why he went with that excuse. Even if Saeko had a boyfriend, neither of them would bother having Tanaka buy a box for them.
  • Ukai’s, “Good for them, I guess?” does nothing to alleviate any of Tanaka’s embarrassment.

Ennoshita

  • If it’s questioned, he has his excuse of “A prop for the new movie” all ready to go. Although, he’s also worried that unless he can make up a plot for this movie that doesn’t exist (yet), it might be considered a cause for concern that his movies are getting too adult for high school students to be in charge of.
  • Takes five minutes to come up with an elevator pitch just in case before he has to go in.
  • Ukai doesn’t even ask or indicate that he’s buying condoms and Ennoshita–red-faced and stuttering–goes on about some Seth Rogen-esque stoner comedy that he’s working on.
    • “Well, just don’t get in trouble filming something like that. You’re still a kid, after all.”

Narita

  • Can’t stop dropping his change, which is the perfect excuse to physically hide how ridiculous he feels.
  • The transaction from then on can be described as swift, as in the second Ukai hands him the bag Narita takes it and heads for the door with a, “Hm thanks coach see you tomorrow bye!” It’s all in one fluid motion and yes, that goodbye is punctuation-less .
  • Just…never bring this up again. He’d rather forget the whole thing.

Kinoshita

  • He can’t go in alone. He has to do this with at least one other person going into the shop with him, and Noya is the only one who also isn’t embarrassed by this in any way. The other second-years are embarrassed by proximity, so-to-speak.
    • Except Noya gets distracted trying to find his usual ice cream flavor, so Kinoshita has to ride solo at the counter.
  • It’s clear he’s nervous about the whole thing; his whole body is stiff and he reacts to anything Ukai says as if the man is correcting his technique during practice.
  • He does have to keep his eyes on his wallet and money most of the transaction because there’s no one he can look his coach in the eye while buying them.

Kageyama

  • He knows he’s not smart and that everyone knows this as well, so he decides to tackle this issue by using this to advantage.
  • Except he anticipates Ukai will say anything in the first place, and blurts something out totally unprompted..
    • Ukai: “That’ll be–”
    • Kageyama: What do you mean those aren’t water balloons?
  • The following is the most tense five seconds of silence you’ll ever see between these two.
  • He’s so red that Ukai is worried that Kageyama’s head might explode. Or he passes out on the spot, especially because he stops breathing.

Hinata

  • He thinks he can play it cool, but it’s like watching a trainwreck.
  • He suddenly can’t hear anything. There’s so much blood rushing to his head that he can only hear that in his ears. Ukai tells him how much he owes and Hinata keeps repeating, “What?” each time it happens.
    • “Just… take them, alright, Hinata?”
  • Once he leaves the store, his face seems to be stuck in a smile and he doesn’t react to anything anyone says or does to him. His soul has left his body. He’s straight-up astral projecting in front of the vending machines outside the shop. Never make him do that again.

Tsukishima

  • Like Daichi, he also is does not make it weird. The glare from his glasses absolutely helps to hide anything his eyes might give away about feeling like an idiot the whole time.
  • But you could replace the condoms with any other item in the store and everything would be exactly the same about this interaction.
  • The rest of the team is mad because there was no point of having the loser of their bet do that if the loser wasn’t affected by it.
    • But this eventually backfires on Tsukki because guess who Noya and Tanaka have now playfully dubbed, “The Condom King.” He hates it.

Yamaguchi

  • He’s a blend of Suga and Kageyama in this situation: “I thought they were rubber gloves! What? T-those aren’t mine!” (Which one is it, Yams?)
  • Things get worse because the barcode scanner just won’t scan this box and every second feels ten times longer than it actually is during this.
  • At this point he’s just praying that no one else–sans the rest of the boys–has to bear witness to this. If Yachi walked in and saw, he’d probably die.

strunkiin  asked:

Can you sell me on the Throne of Glass series? Cause your art makes it look like a phenomenal story but every time I look it up I see bad reviews, mostly criticizing the main character. Something about how she acts spoiled rather than a hardened assassin. Or that she's too boy crazy? I figured I'd get the scoop from a fan of the series I trust. Also it goes without saying your art is crazy good and got me looking up throne of glass to begin with!

Well. GOSH! Let me see what I can do here.

(I try not to get too wrapped up in reviews before I read a book. Some of my most beloved books will still get trash reviews (along with all the excellent ones) and it’s funny how we always find ourselves focusing on the bad ones?)

I guess I’m just saying try not to let that taint your opinion before you even start!

Straight off the bat: I fricken LOVE Throne of Glass, clearly. 

I wouldn’t say Celaena is spoiled (she earns her keep and spends it on whatever she likes god damn it)… although, she is absolutely aloof, outlandish, full of bravado and swag™

I once read a super great comment saying that if Celaena were a man, no one would bat at an eye at her cocky attitude. I personally find that refreshing as fuck. I think if you immediately dislike her upon starting the series… it probably won’t end well, but maybe give her a chance? She’s no wallflower.

I can never recommend this series without saying: keep reading. Keep reeeeeeeeading! Sarah started this series when she was SO young… and the story matures and matures as you work your way through the books, and eventually, you get to see underneath a lot of the bravado. 

Whenever I re-read this series I always start again from book 3: Heir of Fire. The first two books are really good fun, but I don’t think you get to the meat of who Celaena really is (hi everyone who’s read it, hi!) until this book. Heir of Fire is my favourite in the series (so closely followed by Queen of Shadows). It’s one of the most cathartic books I’ve ever read and I re-read it at any opportunity. I AM ALL ABOUT THE HEALING BOOKS, OKAY. I enjoyed the series, but didn’t fall head over heels for it until book 3.

Oh. And she’s not boy crazy, not to me. I think some readers literally cannot handle a pro tag moving on from their ship, that’s all. It’s something that comes up often with Throne of Glass but honestly, I love Sarah all the more for that. Give me all those protags doing what’s right for them!

All just my opinions of course :)

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Okay. Let’s talk about the head pokes.

The first time this happened, we saw Viktor completely out of breath while Yuuri was still hanging in there, ready to keep going. Yuuri demonstrated here that his stamina is better than Viktor’s.

This was one of the first glimpses Yuuri had of his idol being flawed and demonstrating a weakness. He sees that Viktor is real and human instead of something out of reach and untouchable.

So that’s what Yuuri does. He touches Viktor. *poke poke* It’s like him saying, “Viktor Nikiforov is real. He’s standing right here in front of me, and … he’s just a person like me.”

It’s not meant as an insult. It’s the two of them on their way to seeing each other as equals.

I want to point this out as well. Viktor covers his own head after Yuuri pokes him because it makes him feel insecure. We’ll come back to this in a moment.

Let’s jump ahead to Episode 7 (click here).

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Send To All - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Prompt: There’s this comedian called Michael Mcintyre who has a chat show and sometimes plays this game called “send to all” where he takes the guests phone and sends a mass text out then reads the replies out. It’s on you tube and hilarious but anyway i was wondering if you could do something where the reader is an actress on the show and agrees to play and he sends out a flirty text or something like that and she gets a few funny replies from Evans, Fassbender, Macavoy, Cumberbatch and TOM HIDDLESTON
Note: Okay so I went a bit mad with this one and did make a few adjustments, however 99% of it is what was asked for. This one is for the lovely @dohegotthesuperbooty - I’m sorry it took so long (I’m really behind!!) - for anyone who is interested, the video behind this idea can be found here.

Originally posted by letlovebyourenergy


You were stood at the side of the stage awaiting your cue; it was your turn to appear on several British chat shows to promote your new film. You were staring in a new rom-com opposite Tom Hiddleston; the two of you had become very close over the last course of shooting the film, a fact that had purposely been left out of the media.

The show you were appearing on was that of comedian Michael McIntyre. All you could think about was his infamous game of ‘Send to All’. The producers had prepared you for the game; however it was up to the host as to whether or not you would be playing.

From centre stage, you heard Michael call your name. You began to walk over, the crowd went wild. Walking over to your seat, you waved to the audience. Once you reached the spot where Michael was stood, he gave you a friendly hug and welcomed you to the show. The two of you took your seats. Once the crowd had quietened down, he welcomed you to the show once again.
“So, welcome to the show!” He smiled.
“Thank you!” You said with a smile, “Thanks for having me, I’m a big fan of the show but I never thought I’d be sat here!” You exclaimed.

The interview was going extremely well, you were laughing and joking with both the audience and the host. Then he said those words you really didn’t want to hear.
“So we have a bit of a tradition on this show.” Michael began to laugh; everyone knew what he was going to say. “I like to play a lovely little game called ‘Send to All’ with my guests, are you up for a go?”
You started to think, what options did you have? If you were to say no… well, you’d only be forced to play to prove you had nothing to hide.
“Sure!” You said, a little too enthusiastically.
“Excellent!” Michael matched your tone. “The rules are simple, I’m going to come up with a message to send to all of the contacts in your phone and we’re going to leave it over the course of the show and then see who replies!”
“Great, can you just not send it to my mum” you laughed, as did everyone else in the studio.

“Okay, I think I’ve come up with the perfect message” Michael grinned.
“Oh no” you joked as you handed over your phone.
“Here goes…” Michael typed each word as he said it. “Hey, it… feels… like we haven’t seen… each other… in such a long time…” Michael stopped typing and looked over to you, he was giggling at the message he was typing. You on the other hand were using your laughter to disguise how red your face had become. “Why don’t we…” he continued to type “meet up… for a drink… or two?” Michael turned to you once again, “Do you use emoticons?” he asked.
“Probably too much” you responded.
“Excellent, how about little kisses?” he asked.
“Yeah, I guess, just one though. And always lowercase!” you added.
“In that case, I’ll add a little winking face and a kiss!” He looked up and addressed the audience. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have our text message!” The audience cheered. “Okay, here’s the message…” he paused and cleared his throat, “Hey, it feels like we haven’t seen each other in such a long time. Why don’t we meet up for a drink or two [question mark] [winking face] [kiss]” he laughed, as did the audience. You began to laugh but at the same time you were slowly bringing your hands up to your face to once again, cover up how red it was. “What do you think, shall we send to all?!” He asked the audience. They went wild. “It’s gone, sent!” Michael turned back around and walked to his seat to continue your interview.

You spent the rest of the interview trying not to think about the messages currently coming through to your phone. You had just about removed the thought from your mind when Michael said “Right, well there’s just one last piece of business we need to discuss before I let you go.” He paused while the audience reacted. “Let’s read out some of the replies to the text we sent from your phone shall we? Okay so the message we sent read ‘Hey, it feels like we haven’t seen each other in such a long time. Why don’t we meet up for a drink or two [question mark] [winking face] [kiss]’. Wow, okay so you’ve got a fair few replies here!” The audience cheered.
“Better than getting none I suppose” you joked.
“Right, first up we have Chris Evans ladies and gentlemen! Wait, is this Captain America Chris Evans or BBC Radio DJ Chris Evans?” he asked you.
“I don’t think I should answer that until you’ve read the reply,” you laughed “no it’s Captain America Chris Evans” you smiled.
“Well Chris replied with ‘Dude, we aren’t even in the same country right now! Count me in for next time though, we’ll all go out’ how nice is that! But what does he mean by ‘all’?
“Yeah, he’s a good egg!” you smiled, “I’m guessing he just means getting the old gang back together”
“Okay next up is… it looks like you’ve got the number of everyone who’s ever been in a Marvel film here!” the two of you laughed as he continued to look for the next reply. “I think we will go for this one next, James McAvoy.”
“Oh no!” you exclaimed as you brought your hands to your face, “This is going to be a bad one isn’t it!”  
“That depends what it means! It says ‘Are ye sure pal? You know what happened last time!’ then there’s one of those laughing and crying faces. What happened last time?” He questioned you.
You tried to contain the laughter, “nothing, nothing happened last time – at least nothing that you’re all probably thinking anyway! All that happened was a few of us had gone out and had far too much to drink, we all got a taxi and when it was my stop James helped me out of the taxi and then after insisting I was fine… I fell up the steps.” The audience and Michael laughed at your story, you chuckled, after all it had been quite funny.

“Wonderful, we have time for just a few more! Who’s next? ‘Benny C’ is that who I think it is?” you nodded in response. “We have to read this one! It says ‘Sorry not tonight, I’ve got my hands full. However you can both count me in next time!’ At least he’s up for the next time, but what does he mean by both?” he questioned you.
“Well a fair few people know I’m here tonight, he probably just knows it was you” you smiled.
“Hmm,” Michael looked as you quizzically.
“He is Sherlock Holmes after all,” you added “all that detective knowledge has to have rubbed off”
Michael agreed with you and moved on, “Okay, this is the last one now, let’s go for the man himself, your co-star Mr Tom Hiddleston ladies and gentlemen!” The audience cheered, some more excited than others as you heard several women let out high pitched screams.
Your face turned the brightest shade of red possible; you could only hope that he hadn’t said anything that would give the two of you away.
“Let’s see what he has to say shall we,” Michael cleared his throat, “’Darling, we spent six months together making a film and I’ve seen you every night since we got home. Shall I come and pick you up? x T’” Michael took a moment for everyone to process the message he had just read. “Well, well, well! It looks like you were hiding something after all. Anything you want to say?” He asked.
“No, not really” you responded, you could feel yourself getting warmer. You were debating whether or not to address it, although Tom had practically already made that decision for you and left you without a choice. In the end, you decided it was best to talk. “When you shoot a romantic film you spend a lot of time with your co-star and about sixty percent of that time you’re in quite an intimate position.” The redness was starting to disappear from your face, replaced only by a smile that suggested you were happily in love.

“Well ladies and gentlemen, it looks like the show is ending on a lovely note! Thank you to all of tonight’s guests and I’ll see you next week!”