TOP FIVE STORIES PEOPLE HAVE ABOUT VICTOR "MY HUSBAND" NIKIFOROV
HOW CAN I PICK JUST FIVE, DADVANS, HE IS LIKE, A CRYPTID THAT JUST WANTS TO SHOW YOU PICTURES OF HIS BEAUTIFUL HUSBAND AND ADORABLE DOG. WHO PROBABLY DON’T EXIST. HE PROBABLY BOUGHT OUT SOME DUDE’S STOCK OF MODELING PHOTOS. THERE’S NO WAY A DUDE THAT CUTE EXISTS IN THIS TOWN, WE’D KNOW ABOUT IT.
“okay you know that guy who comes in, the russian one that tips well?” “wait, the one that’s always talking about his husband and their dog?” “yeah, that guy! he came in with cupcakes he said his husband made, they’re in the break room.”
“so we had this girl being harassed, and like, this super gay dude just sat down beside her, whipped out an ipad, and started showing her pictures of his husband and their dog like he’d known her for years, and the guy trying to hit on her tried to tell him they were talking, and the super gay dude says, in this super Russian accent ‘don’t be stupid, nobody would want to talk to you. go away. we’re looking at pictures of my husband’.” “LMAO that’s My Husband, he’s always here when his husband is travelling.”
“this guy came in to get an actual fucking blue rinse on his hair and spent the entire time talking about how his husband learned how to knit and made him a scarf and he went on and on about how talented he was” “was the scarf good” “lmao it looked like someone threw yarn against a wall and picked it up all tangled” “what did you say?” “what do you think I said, he tipped me 40% and took ten cards.”
“I think My Husband is catfishing us, because I looked at the pictures he has of My Husband and lmao that’s like, Yuri Katsuki the skater.” “what, really?” “I mean, My Husband is hot or whatever, but can you imagine being married to him?” “lmao he probably downloaded the pictures and built this entire imaginary life about him and Katsuki, poor dude.”
“GUYS. GUYS, THIS IS NOT A DRILL. ALERT. ALERT. GUYS. MY HUSBAND’S HUSBAND IS AT THE BAR, AND HE HAS OUR DOG WITH HIM. ALERT. ALERT. MY HUSBAND’S HUSBAND AND OUR DOG ARE REAL, AND THEY’RE SITTING AT THE BAR. ACT CALM.” “holy shit it’s actually yuri katsuki.” “are you fucking kidding me.”
I feel so stupid sometimes because I fantasize too much about the people I like; I invent stories with them, I imagine entire days with them and how nice the future will be with pictures and letters and other tender things that makes a lot of sense in my mind. then the reality turn to be so much different and meaner and maybe the reason why it’s so difficult for me to accept it and letting people go it’s because I just want my future to be happy. in all my stories and castles I build inside of my mind, sadness just does not exist
What is meditation basically? Lots of people will tell you that meditation is supposed to calm your mind.
But what will really meditation do to you is that you’ll be able to CONTROL your mind. Or at least you’ll be better at it, which is something huge, believe me. And controlled mind is a big tool in magic work.
There are 3 basic types of meditation.
1. Just observe your mind. This is something that you can do when you have time. Sit on your couch, lie on your bed - whatever feels good for you - that’s the key. Close your eyes and just try to observe what’s your mind up to. The important thing is - don’t try to think. Just let your mind exist. It almost feels like falling asleep, actually. Once you try it you can feel how freeing that moment is.
2. Be aware. Yes, awareness of your body and later, of what is happening around you. For example, try to be aware of your breathing. Focus on how you breathe. Just feel how your nostrils feel the air coming in and out. Tap on your forehead with your finger and feel the spot. Be aware of the sensation. Focus on it like nothing else exist. Just the sensation you feel on your skin.
3. Focus on one thing and one thing only with your mind. As I always say, start with something easy like an orange. Orange is easy to imagine in your mind. Picture its structure. Picture its taste on your tongue. Picture how it feels when you touch it. Basically, put together a picture of everything you know about the orange and keep mind picturing it. Feel the orange for as long as possible. If you lose your concentration, it’s alright and you did nothing wrong - we’re humans, not robots. Just try again :)
Questions you may ask:
Q: What if I don’t have time for meditation? I’m busy with school and work!
A: Well, of course we live in a world that needs our presence. And number 2 and 3 can be done while you wait for the bus, while you’re stuck in traffic jam, and so on. Don’t lose hope, just because you’re busy :)
Q: Is it really necessary to meditate?
A: Nothing is necessary, it’s your choice. But the truth is, if you choose to meditate, you’ll be able to control your mind better and it’s not only helpful in magic work. It can help you if you have trouble sleeping and so on. Helps with anxiety, too, btw.
Q: How does meditation help control mind?
A: Number 1 can teach you:
- how to be aware of what’s going on in your mind on the level you can’t reach yet. Later, you can use this new entry to your mind and analyze your psyche better.
- how to not fall asleep when you try astral traveling before going to bed.
- lucid dreaming :)
Number 2 can teach you:
- how to be aware of what your body wants and needs even though it can’t speak.
- how to be aware of what is happening around you in a crowd - kind of good skill to have these days, sadly.
- how to feel if something paranormal is happening around you.
Number 3 can teach you:
- how to use your willpower as a tool for your magic work.
- power of good imagination raises IQ and plain common sense.
Remember that if something isn’t going well for the first time you try, it doesn’t mean it’ll be like this forever. Things can better with practice. So don’t worry. We were all lame shits when we started.
Okay but can we all agree that the character contrast in Wonder Woman between Steve and Diana was one of the best, most thought-out things we’ve seen on screen in some time?
I mean, think about it. Steve is a spy. He is used to doing things covertly and subtly. He likes to find the secret passages, physically and figuratively. Diana, on the other hand, is a warrior. She does things with force, whether it be gaining information or taking out the enemy. She barges right in, rather than looking for a secret entrance. Where Steve would rather place a bomb, Diana would rather prefer by hand.
At the same time, Diana is still so fresh in this new concept of war. She is the best warrior, but she has yet to see battle. Steve has externally hardened himself against the roughness and heartache of war. Diana focuses on the details (the people enslaved in the village) and Steve looks at the big picture (Axis powers are planning on killing more than just a village with the gas). These differences alone are what makes their team work; Steve keeps Diana focused on the mission, while Diana makes sure Steve remembers why the mission exists in the first place.
They are divided by method, but connected by their goal and their hope of stopping more death.
Their relationship, both working and personal, was so beautiful and well thought-out that I got chills watching them work together. Their differences didn’t create friction, but gilded together like a machine. They did have hiccups along the way, but they learned from them and adjusted accordingly. This is how characters were meant to be written.
i just really miss when being a part of the ace community meant sharing pictures of literally anything with ace flag colours on it, making jokes/edits about cake and dragons, and lots of puns
that’s the asexual community i found when i was coming into my asexuality
now it’s about literally defending your right to exist in the only spaces that used to accept you and hoping you don’t get death wishes for it
it’s hard enough for me to exist in this space, and i’m so glad I no longer run an asexuality blog, but i can’t imagine what it must be like for young asexuals who are just recognizing themselves and who have no place to go
i can’t imagine what it must be like for them to be terrified to tell the people in their gsa that they’re asexual for fear of being excluded or kicked out. i can’t imagine what it must be like to find the shambles of what was once a bright and vibrant asexual community on tumblr.
just– i love every single ace person. i love every single young ace person. i love you all so much. thank you, to the ace community, for being what you were two years ago, and thank you for continuing to fight today. thank you for not giving up.
We were such a small moment in time you and I; Like a freeze-frame in a life sequence or a snapshot of a perfect happy moment frozen within a painting. And when all you have is that painting… that single unchanging image of the past, you look at it over and over again imposing different things on it every time.
For me – that painting was everything. It was as if being with you was the whole reason for my existence… like loving you was the one thing I was always meant to do. It was my one single perfect creation… the one thing I ever did right. And I’m so obsessed with it I keep repainting it, over and over again – every day. Just that same picture of you and me in the past, over and over just with different emotional filters imposing different meanings on it each time depending on how I’m feeling.
When I’m happy I feel like it all meant something. I’m grateful for the experience and I wish you nothing but happiness… When I’m sad I feel like I’m being punished for something I did wrong… like I wasn’t good enough and I just want to go back and set things right… When I’m angry I feel like it was all a lie and you never cared about me at all. I feel like I was used and abused and then thrown away like a toy you didn’t want anymore. But – like it or not – we are in the past now… So it is always the same unchanging picture… it’s just the way I’m looking at it at the time that changes how I see it…
And though I tell myself to move on… to paint another picture without you in it like you are undoubtedly doing with me… I can’t help but wonder how often you look back at what we used to be… and just what light you see it in…
HOW THE FUCK IS EVERYONE NORMAL? LIKE I EXPECTED TUMBLR TO EXPLODE AND FOR “VOLTRON” TO TREND. WHY ISN’T THIS HAPPENING? I AM SO OVERWHELMED RN! LOTOR IS REVEALED AND LANCE PILOTS THE RED LION AND PIDGE ISNT WEARING HER GLASSES AND MY BEAUTIFUL HUNK JUST EXISTS AND I THINK THAT ALONE SHOULD BE CELEBRATED AND WHERE THE FUCK IS ALLURA AND CORAN? AND FREAKING MATT HOLT? I NEED MATT. LANCE TOOK A FUCKING SELFIE WITH ALIENS… DOES THAT MEAN HE HAS OTHER SELFIES? OMG DOES HE HAVE AN ALBUM? LIKE A FOLDER ON HIS PHONE WITH ALL THEIR GOOFY PICTURES AND PRANKS AND JUST PHOTOS? i cant believe this is not trending…
“I don’t think you can exercise spiders.”
“Oh see, NOW you’re acting like a detective, and not a jackass!”
“‘Dan’ just sounds like your neighbor who wants to borrow your lawn mower.”
“Here, I drew a picture of you with 3 butt cheeks. This drawing now exists in the world.”
“Since when has a skull ever actually shrunk in history?” “This thought you’re having right now is not very spontaneous.”
“Too much fire here. What do I look like, a fireman?” "Cool guy. Coolest guy in history. Nice sunglasses. Wow! Bourbon’s great.“ “Is it very European to burst into flames?”
“Are basketball players aliens?”
“How do we know his suit is black if it’s in a black in white photo? Maybe it was really navy blue.”
“I’m good, I’ll just sign up for karate.” “Stop holding the pen like that, you look like an asshole.” “I went to 8 churches today to get some holy water and i couldn’t get any, so now im going into a demon hole with no holy water!!” “I’m 99.9% sure he’s never cut anyone’s head of in is time as a dentist.” “Why you gotta go jumping off planes?” “I don’t need to set my mom on fire for freedom!” "This piece of evidence was found on a Wikipedia page, therefore making it complete Horseshit.“ "He’s a big dumb-dumb floating in the sky with his stupid trench coat blowing in the wind.” "There may very well be a hot dog vendor in Chicago who is a Bigfoot.“
Okay, I just have an idea about a possible tv show with autistic characters. It would be about this family, with the majority of its members being autistic (except the little brother who, funnily enough, is the kind of guy who’s into maths and trains, but he’s super neurotypical too).
Like the mom would be non-verbal and using an AAC app and there would be gags like the fact that her AAC app doesn’t allow her to convey properly that she’s angry because her children had a bad behavior, so she’ll ask her husband to play out her anger for her.
The father could be the awkward dad full of dad jokes and I kinda see him having a special interest in cooking. It could be one of the activites he shares with his neurotypical son, because he’s dyspraxic and his son is way better than him to peel fruits and stuff like that.
There’s the little brother I mentioned, of course, who will probably one of the best allies for his autistic family while also fearing a bit that he might not have a relationship as strong as his sisters with his parents (of course, there will be a feel good episode to show him that he’s wrong and that he’s an essential part of his family).
And there are the twins, two high school girls completely different from one another, but who still love each other.
The first one is the cheerleader popular girl, the kind of girl who can set out any trend in high school (like wearing a fidget spinner as a necklace), very feminine, who can seems a bit shallow sometimes, but it’s really just a stereotype, because she embraces her feminity and her love for make-up, fashion and cheerleading.
She doesn’t hesitate to use her popularity for good purpose (like helping her sister to be allowed to take her girlfriend to the prom).
The second one is the punk nerdy girl, the type of girl who will reject authority if the person in charge is not able to explain to her properly why she needs to behave that way. She’s lesbian and completely in love with a cheerleader (her sister’s best friend).
I’m picturing this show as a wacky, funny, heartwarming type of show, a bit like Malcolm in the Middle or Speechless. But of course, we won’t have it, because producers can’t possibly imagine that an autistic family could exist.
And they can’t possibly fathom the idea that a tv show can present a very diverse cast (I haven’t really pictured the family in my mind, so they could as well be white, black, mixed and so on. Also, they would came across other LGBT people and other disabled people and, sometimes, LGBT disabled folks)
HEADCANON THAT YURI IS INTO PHOTOGRAPHY??? HELLO IM HERE I WAS TAKING PHOTOS YESTERDAY AND DEADASS WAS LIKE "Yuri's into photography and loves to use Otabek as his model"
OH YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW !!
Consider the following:
○Yuri’s grandpa passed down all his old cameras because Yuri really started showing interest in it at around 13 years old.
○ дедушка / dedushka taught him all the basics like finding the best natural lighting and using white backgrounds and focus settings
○ Initially Yuri just takes a lot of pictures of Potya and some different tourist-y type photos around Moscow and St. Petersburg.
○When he gets an instagram account he uses horrible filters just like everyone else. so many black and white pictures from high angles. So many Velencia selfies. Twenty pictures of Potya as a kitten, easily.
○ When he becomes friends with Otabek they go to one of those cheesy photo booths at the mall while shopping one day. It becomes a tradition and they get a new photo strip each time Otabek visits him (or vice versa). (Honestly i could write a whole fic about them taking photo booth pictures and it showing the progression of their relationship tbh)
○After they start dating, Yuri is constantly taking pictures of Otabek. Of course when they travel they have to take cool pictures of all the sights but Yuri often finds himself taking candids of Otabek with his hair ruffled by the wind, his sunglasses on, and something like the eiffel tower out of focus in the background. (”I capture what’s important, Beka. Obviously.”)
○The treatment doesn’t stop at home, either. Otabek just looks so cute when he’s curled up in his favorite chair with his glasses on, a book in his lap. Or when it’s 2 AM and he’s sitting at his desk with his giant studio headphones on, working on a mix. Or just when he’s you know, existing. Otabek always looks perfect through the lens.
○Yuri’s entire memories section on snapchat is just saved snaps of he and Otabek playing around with the filters.
○He never used the old polaroid that grandpa gave him because he couldn’t be bothered to buy the replacement film, until he has Otabek as a subject/model. He’s worth the film.
○ Polaroids slowly fill the apartment. Clipped to the fridge, in frames, under the glass of the coffee table. Everywhere Yuri can stick them.
○ One night Otabek is drifting to sleep, Yuri is tracing little patterns onto his back and suddenly stops, telling him not to move. He hears Yuri get his camera and hears the flash go off, then grumbles and rolls over to his side, but there’s a trace of a smile on his lips nonetheless. “You’re obsessed with me, Yura.” he teases, and Yuri just shrugs. “So what if I am? I have a strong eye for these things, Beka.”
<b>What she says:</b> I'm fine.<p/><b>What she means:</b> I'm so confused why Brendon and Ryan couldn't just literally come out and say Ryden was real. I mean, now, Ryan really misses Brendon and acts like he's his ex that he still loves, and Brendon's dodging his name like old timers in fandom drama. I also don't understand how Brendon could pretend he wasn't writing a hundred songs about Ryan and not make it obvious. Come on, I mean, "How I missed yesterday, how I let it fade away", "Being blue is better than being over it", "There's no sunshine, there's no you and me". Brendon and Ryan were so perfect for each other. And how come he only recently came out as sexually fluid? What happened in capetown so many years ago? Why does Brendon pretend like nothing ever happened, when he has totally kissed him, worn his shirts, his ties, his guitar strap the post-split performance, held up a sign that says "Ryden Exists" in big capital letters. There are pictures proving it! Also why Ryan flew to New York to Seattle just to see him so they could celebrate Ryan's birthday, without telling his girlfriend or anyone else. Ryan said "He's my boy. Always will be." In a tweet and never let him completely go. Does Brendon still love Ryan? Will they ever confront each other again? What did Ryan do? Why did they try to cover up the fact that She Had The World, When The Day Met The Night, and Northern Downpour were about their love? Were they scared what their fans would do? Why is Brendon so avoiding of Ryan's name? What could he have possibly done for it to be so terrible even talk about him for that long? Why can't we know what happened in capetown? Ryan told Brendon so much and almost loved him, while Brendon was obviously head over heels for him? Why are we left in the dark, aimlessly wandering, searching for an answer in this dark continuum that we may never find? Did something that wasn't consented both ways happen romantically? I know Ryden was real. I just know it. There's too much proof to not realize it. If you showed someone who had no idea what Ryden was or who they were a picture of them, they would immediately assume they were dating. Also, their Twitters. Ryan and Brendon were very close on Twitter, and they couldn't have done a better job of acting as gay as possible. Brallon, also. Do people think that this is some kind of replacement? I feel like Brendon just wanted to be all cute with Dallon to try and replace what he had with Ryan. This may or may not be true, but it's what I think. I can tell Brendon still misses Ryan and loves him deep down in his heart, and Ryan has the exact same feelings. I feel that I will always wonder as I lay in my bed late at night... "What happened in capetown... And why?"<p/></p>
I will tell you about selfish people. Even when they know they will hurt you they walk into your life to taste you because you are the type of being they don’t want to miss out on. You are too much shine to not be felt. So when they have gotten a good look at everything you have to offer. When they have taken your skin your hair your secrets with them. When they realize how real this is. How much of a storm you are and it hits them.
That is when the cowardice sets in. That is when the person you thought they were is replaced by the sad reality of what they are. That is when they lose every fighting bone in their body and leave after saying you will find better than me.
You will stand there naked with half of them still hidden somewhere inside you and sob. Asking them why they did it. Why they forced you to love them when they had no intention of loving you back and they’ll say something along the lines of I just had to try. I had to give it a chance it was you after all.
But that isn’t romantic. It isn’t sweet. The idea that they were so engulfed by your existence they had to risk breaking it for the sake of knowing they weren’t the one missing out. Your existence meant that little to their curiosity of you.
That is the thing about selfish people. They gamble entire beings. Entire souls to please their own. One second they are holding you like the world is in their lap and the next they have belittled you to a mere picture. A moment. Something of the past. One second. They swallow you up and whisper they want to spend the rest of their life with you. But the moment they sense fear. They are already halfway out the door. Without having the nerve to let you go with grace. As if the human heart means that little to them.
And after all this. After all the taking. The nerve. Isn’t it sad and funny how people have more guts these days to undress you with their fingers than they do to pick up the phone and call. Apologize. For the loss. And this is how you lose her.
the skulduggery pleasant books rated by mentions of dogs
scepter of the ancients:
features dogs running freely in haggard with their tails wagging, a slobbery dog in a towtruck, and several other references to dogs. a solid dependable book. (8/10).
playing with fire:
melissa mentions one of the edgley's owns owns three small dogs, says she prefers big dogs. valkyrie asks her if they're getting a dog. a tantalising conversation, but could be improved with more dogs. (6/10)
while there are two similes referencing dogs, this book contains no actual dogs. very disappointing. (2/10)
valkyrie asks her parents if they can get a dog. however, she also insults hannah foley's chinese crested dog. not cool. (4/10)
valkyrie see's a dog being taken for a walk at st anne's park. she also gives skulduggery a mug with a picture of her neighbour's one-eyed dog betty on it. this is pivotal to the ongoing development of both their character arcs. (9/10)
kenny goes to the park where he see's several small dogs playing in the sunshine. A few other references to dogs are made throughout the book. (7/10)
kingdom of the wicked:
we learn of the existence of an alternate dimension where mevolent and his army kill dogs.this is awful, just awful (-10/10)
last stand of dead men:
contains one real dog and one fake dog-like-alien, i would have prefered two dogs (5/10)
dying of the light:
valkyrie finally gets the dog she's always wanted. xena is amazing, a very good dog. couldn't be happier for my girl. (11/10)
so i'm (afro) cuban but for whatever reason (melanin) people like to act like they dont believe me when i tell them this so the other day one of my coworkers told me he hates it when i say "pero like" and when i asked him why he said "bc you're not spanish you're just black" & i told him i was cuban and he laughed and said, "this is gonna be like when you told me you're gay, i don't believe either one" -__-
Like do people not know Cuba is in the caribbean and that the caribbean is filled with Black people? Like girlll. This is basic history. Cuba is fucking mixed as hell lmao And even without the knowledge of how people ended up in the caribbean, people have a hard time believing afro-latinx exist because of racism in the media which paints a picture that all Latinx look the same, and whitewashing/colorism which presents itself when spanish novelas only show European looking latinx people. It’s sad. Especially since afro-latinx have contributed so much to latinx culture. I listen to african music and I see where it made its mark on caribbean latinx music like Salsa, Merengue, Reggaeton etc. But people not giving Black people their proper credit, what else is new.