i love when he says at the anime

Bleach ending still pops in my head from time to time so...

… I just want to say, Indeed IchiRuki was brotp at first! and I enjoyed it! but Kubo Tits fvcked it up when he decided to add a touch of romantic feels in every IchiRuki moments, (thats why I ended up shipping them). idk why you did that Kubo tits! when all along you planned to end this with IH.

seriously, we have IH moments too, but it always have the vibe of one sided love on the part of Orihime, so It aint shippable at all. (you know that vibe you feel when you watch an anime and you can tell that this character will end up with this character because there’s a romantic feels whenever they interact, even in the absence of skinship and kisses and confessions.) The very reason why I feel like the last Chapter was a joke, It just doesn’t fit with the rest of the Bleach chapters, as if someone else did it, like Out of the blue Rukia and Ichigo decided to marry Orihime and Renji instead of each other. well, although Renji was lacking to fit to be Rukia’s Husband, I’m okay with it. but Orihime and Ichigo just doesnt click at all, even if she always shows how much she loves him, they just don’t have that chemistry unlike when she’s with Ishida or Ulqui.

So while I was waiting for the ending of Bleach, I was convinced that there’s a big possibility that Ichigo will end up with neither Rukia nor Orihime, this is a Shounen Manga after all so maybe… But then here comes a shocking ending, the 2 pairs even have an offspring each. I was so shook my brain felt numb and i was like wtf just happened? what is, where is the backbone of this ending? The chapter the Perfect End was indeed Perfect but the last chapter… the Death and Strawberry may be not the last chapter, It feels like its a fake.

And oh! The ending does not Justify that the IchiRuki ship sinked, IH failed to break the egg so there’s no omelet at all. hihihi ! 

That is just only 1 chapter vs the rest of the Bleach Chapter that screams IchiRuki. 

Just saying.

Thoughts on Yurio and Victor’s Relationship after Episode 10

Just as a disclaimer, I am a bit in love absolutely and completely in love with Victor.  This opinion may or may not be affected by that.  I also love Yurio but I think he’s a bit of a brat. 

I keep seeing posts regarding hate on Victor for abandoning Yurio (yes, I know that isn’t his name, but this spelling makes it easier to differentiate between the two Yuris.)  I do not think Victor abandoned Yurio.  

As we know from Victor’s character, he is charismatic and everyone adores his skating.  Now, this anime seems to take each character a bit deeper than the obvious tropes.  Victor is also a deep soul who longs for love and to be loved for himself and not his skating success.  He is compassionate, forgetful, flirty, and a bit clueless at times.  He is also sensitive, I would say, as identified when he cries himself to sleep with Makkachin after being refused by Japanese Yuuri to sleep together.  This was right after he left Russia, his life, and his skating behind.

Yurio is kind of a jerk (honestly, he is a bit worse than that.)  I mean, our first glimpse of him is kicking a private stall of a competitor (Yuuri) who is literally at the lowest of the low, crying and devastated at his own failure (which Yuuri knows is completely his own fault.)  While Yurio does have his gentle side, he often acts out physically violent to others, is rude, and demanding (yes I know this is a trope).  He is selfish and inconsiderate of others.  I mean, let’s reminisce to the moment when Victor tries to give him advice about his performance after the Grand Prix Final in episode 1.  Yurio interrupts him to say something like “who cares, I won anyway so it doesn’t matter.”  I do think Yurio’s character is very complex, but he needs to grow up before he can improve and follow the advice given to him by his coach or mentors.  I mean, Victor isn’t his coach.  He is just offering Yurio insight on how to improve his performance but is blown off.

I think this all boils down to what people think Victor actually owes Yurio.  He isn’t Yurio’s coach and he never was.  Sure, you can blame Victor for not following through with his promise to choreograph Yurio’s debut performance (Agape) until they were all in Japan, but I think this reflects on Victor’s forgetful and hopeless romantic nature.  Victor fell in love with Yuuri from Japan, and after what happened at the banquet and when Yuuri skates Victor’s performance, I think it is kind of hard to doubt that Yuuri loves Victor too.  

I mean, was Victor really supposed to stay in Russia and be unhappy with some brat who doesn’t even respect his guidance and feedback on his performances?  Victor left behind everything in his life for the chance to be Yuuri’s coach and he did this without a plan.  This is pure romance and Victor did not want to lose his chance at love.  

Now, I want to talk about what happened between Yurio and Victor during episode 10.  I find that Victor has put up with a lot of Yurio’s crap for a long time.  Yurio completely takes for granted Victor’s presence in his life UNTIL Victor leaves for Japan.  He constantly bad mouths Yuuri (which in my opinion is due to his own insecurities) and Victor just can’t blow it off anymore.  In the beginning of the series, Victor used to just laugh off Yurio’s abuse and bad manners.  He doesn’t do that this time.  

I think Victor is finally sick and tired of Yurio’s crap.  I know he has excuses for being the way he is, but I don’t think a bad childhood is enough of a reason to treat everyone like crap whenever he feels like it (yeah, I know this is a anime trope but still, all of these characters are deeper than tropes).  I think this is identified in the routine Victor choreographed for Yurio.  Agape: unconditional love.  I think this reflects what Yurio and Victor’s relationship was lacking.  Victor may have been able to love Yurio (not sexual or romantic love), as a friend and a collegue, but Yurio was never able to show Victor that kindness.  

Victor knew when Yurio followed him to Japan, he did so for purely selfish reasons.  Yurio was pissed because he wanted Victor to choreograph a program for him, so he could win.  I know this was promised by Victor previously, but I don’t understand why Yurio didn’t pester Victor about this before now.  You think if it was that important to Yurio, he would have been all like MORON CHOREOGRAPH ME MY ROUTINE YOU PROMISED RIGHT NOW back in Russia, especially if Victor was already choreographing his own routine… sorry I am going on and on about this…

This is important.  I truly think that Victor feels that his decision to coach Yuuri was the best thing for not only himself, but also for Yurio.  Victor knows that Yurio is an amazing skater.  He knew that when he would try to give Yurio tips to improve his skating, but Yurio was never able to realize how resourceful and beneficial it was to have Victor be there for him…until he was gone.  I do think this helped him grow.  I mean, just look at the way he treats his current coach now versus when he was first learning how to be a prima ballerina.  Sure, he still has anger issues and is that Tsundere trope, but he has kindness and compassion as well.

I also think that for all the mean words Yurio has said about Yuuri, he truly think of him as a friend.  I do have questions about this:

I am not sure if Victor is talking about Yurio here, but I think it might be likely.  Especially when we look at this interaction between Yurio and Yuuri in episode 9. 

EDIT:  To clarify, I meant that I am not sure if Victor’s intention is to suggest that Yurio received his “L words” from Yuuri, but it might be likely considering how Yurio treats Yuuri in episode 9.  Thanks so much for all the feedback on this post!

Sorry for this word vomit.  I have no friends who watch this anime and I just want to talk about it with people!!!  


I die alone every Wednesday.  *cries*

I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO POINT OUT SINCE I’VE WATCHED ENOUGH ANIME TO WHEN THIS HAPPENS

Originally posted by plisetskey

That basically if you look CLOSELY at yuri’s eyes from this quick scene in the 10 preview???

HIS EYES ARE DILATED AND SHAKING/GLEAMING

IN ANIMATION, DO YOU GUYS KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS????

HES ANTICIPATING, POSSIBLE DISBELIEF AND STUNNED.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE RIGHT APPROACHED REACTION FOR SOMEONE PROPOSING IS?????????

THIS

THIS LOOK RIGHT HERE

IF THAT, THE OBVIOUS BLUSHING AND THE fRICKIN PREVIEW DIALOG TO THIS DOESNT SAY SOMETHING TO YOU ABOUT PROPOSAL AND LOVE I DONT KNOW WHAT WILL

what she says: i’m fine

what she means: nanami innocently fell in love with tomoe but tomoe didn’t love her back because he had already been in love with a human before, yukiji who is actually nanamis lots of greats grandmother going back 500 years but what they don’t know is yukiji is actually nanami from when she went back in time to save tomoe so all this time tomoe actually was in love with nanami but since she wasn’t from that time era she had to set it up to look like he loved yukiji but really all along it was always nanami he was in love with

Jonathan Byers x Reader (Request)

Request from @phan—anime: Can I request a Jonathan Byers fluffy imagine where you go missing instead of will and you and Jon secretly like each other - he goes crazy when you’re home but when you return it’s super cute and he says his feelings to you etc ? I have no idea if that makes sense - thank you in advance xx

A/N: Jonathan Byers is my photography loving, The Clash listening babe and I will forever love him.

Word Count: 3712 words

Originally posted by happycookiie


The place you hid in was cold. But you missed it dearly, or rather, the real version of it that you’d grown to love. Not this dystopian, crumbling version. No, certainly not.

You heard voices sometimes, but you believed them to be purely in your head.

There was no way you could hear Will, or Jonathan or even Joyce, not when you were so far away from them. You put it down to hiding in their house, staying there obviously was affecting your mental health combined with this world you seemed to have been dragged into.

You’d ran, and ran and ran. Away from the thing that had brought you here. You’d barely made it alive. It had run after you for ages, constantly on your tail. But you made it into Jonathan’s house, the only place that had come to mind for you to go. Needless to say, you were broken when you got there and found it to be empty, although you’d known deep down that it would be.

You missed talking to people. Going to the cinemas and seeing films with Nancy and Steve, walking in the forest with Jonathan taking photos of you. You especially loved the walks. Playing D&D with the boys, and dramatically acting out the game for them whilst Will told it. You missed sitting in the Byer’s kitchen on a morning, watching as Jonathan prepared breakfast for his family still with sleep in the corner of his eyes.

You were currently sat at that table, or where it should be anyway. There were slight differences between wherever you were, and back home. Like the table in the middle of the kitchen that was broken and smashed to bits around the room. It was never daytime here either and there was no concept of time, all the clock handles just spun constantly or the numbers stayed on 00:00. So you slept whenever you felt like it and as best as you could, considering you also had to keep a watch out for the monster coming back. You heard screams once, faint and very far away from where you were but they still terrified you. They were short-lived and you knew the monster had gotten the poor bastard.

You got bored easily as well, so you liked to go around and count things in the house. The number of paintings, walls, corners of a room, lightbulbs. You would sing as well, usually something Jonathan would play in his car or a song that Steve would have belted out horribly in the corridor at school in an attempt to embarrass you and Nancy. Stuff like that stopped you from being scared, a distraction from what was out there.

But as you sat in the middle of the room, you watched the clock on the wall and saw something that terrified you even more. The clock stopped turning. Of course, it could just be a battery running out, but you looked at the other clocks and saw that they were all the same. All of them read 6:32, and seemed to work as if they were all in sync with time again.

You didn’t know what it meant, but part of you wondered if it meant your rescue. Another part told you not to be so stupid and get your hopes up. How on earth could the clocks relate to your safety?

You averted your attention from the clocks and shut your eyes, leaning back in the chair. You were so tired, although you weren’t certain, you guessed you hadn’t slept for over twenty hours. The monster had passed by the house not so long ago, dragging something very alive with it. It had been crying anyway and making noises like it was in excruciating pain. You’d hidden in the cupboard under the sink as you heard it scratch around the building.

It left after what you assumed to be five minutes as you’d counted to your best ability.

“Y/N?” A faint voice called to you. You screwed your eyes shut tighter, ignoring it.

“Y/N!” The voice said again, more urgent this time. You continued to ignore it, massaging your temples with the tips of your fingers.

“Shut up.” You mumbled to yourself. The voices were coming back again, but you were determined to block them out.

“Y/N?” The voice was louder now, but again urgent to capture your attention.

“Get out of my head.” You hissed, sitting forward and hunching over yourself. Your head was pounding now, and you could do nothing except curl up in pain.

“Y/N!”

“Y/N, are you here?”

“Get out!” You cried, forgetting about being quiet in case the monster was nearby. The sound of creaking boards met your ears and your head whipped up to look at the kitchen doorway. Lights were shining in the hallway, casting shadows along the floor.

“Y/N?” The voice called through the house, and you realised it wasn’t the voices in your head but rather the voices of the people now in the house. One moment the lights were shining in the hallway, the next they were in your face and blinding you from seeing who was here. You covered your eyes and tried to shield them from the harsh torchlight, wishing you could see the stranger’s faces.

“Y/N! Oh my God you’re here!” Cried a familiar voice. One of the torches was lowered to the floor and someone crouched in front of you, shielding you from the light. But you could now see that the face hiding under a large helmet was none other than Joyce. She had tears in her eyes as she removed the helmet, detaching it from her hazmat suit so she could talk to you properly.

“I can’t believe we found you!” She laughed, pulling you in for a hug. You feebly brought your arms up to hug Joyce, managing a little squeeze. You were so malnourished and weak, yet you hadn’t realised how much so until you felt Joyce’s strong grip holding you.

The other rescuer removed their helmet and you were surprised to see Hopper’s face.

“Hopper?” You questioned, looking to Joyce for answers.

“It’s a story for another time, because right now we need to get you out of here before that thing comes for us.” Hopper barked, pulling his helmet back on and picking up Joyce’s torch.

“H-How did you get here?” You asked as Joyce helped you to your feet, hooking one arm around your waist and letting you lean into her for support. Your legs wobbled dangerously but you kept your ground and began to walk forward with Joyce.

“An open portal, it took a lot of persistency to get here. It wasn’t easy to get access to it.” Hopper explained, opening the front door and checking to make sure the monster wasn’t lurking outside. All clear.

You nodded, trying your best to focus on putting one foot in front of the other successfully.

“Hopper, help me. She’s struggling.” Joyce pleaded, trying to keep you up on your feet as you stumbled, your head going fuzzy as your vision swam before you. You reached your hand out to grab Hopper by the arm but your foot caught on one of the thick roots that covered everything in this desolate world. You crashed to the floor, letting darkness consume you.

——–

You felt warm. For the first time in so long, you could feel warmth seeping into your bones. You were no longer numb from the constant chill of the air. Opening your eyes, you first saw the window to your right with golden sunlight pouring through. Turning your head to the left, you saw the door was open a crack and music drifted through from somewhere. You knew this room. You recognised the large vinyl player, the record albums all stacked up, rolls of camera film strewn over the little bedside cabinet. You wondered if this was all a dream, a sick trick by your mind that would eventually reveal that you were still in that other world. The other place.

You spread your arms out either side of you, stretching and clinging onto the bedsheets for certainty that this was real. You hadn’t been lurched back into the cold, unfamiliar world yet, so you figured this was real. But still…

Climbing out of bed, you noticed you were wearing a thick, cream-coloured jumper and your underwear. Had someone got you dressed for bed?

Your head was still fuzzy so you couldn’t remember clearly, but one memory managed to slip through the haze. Joyce, calling your name into the dark and bright, harsh lights that blinded you. Touching your temple gingerly, you walked barefoot to the bedroom door and slowly opened it a few more inches to look into the hallway.

Empty, but there was definitely music coming from somewhere in the house and singing too. Bad singing.

You stepped out of the room and gently shut the door behind you without it banging. The hallway was bright too, natural light pouring in and illuminating the flecks of dust floating in the air. You walked in the path of the sunlight, loving how warm it felt on the backs of your legs and the fuzzy feeling of the carpet. You noticed a large burnt patch on the carpet, but you decided to leave it alone. You could ask about it later.

It was easy to locate the source of the music and noise that you supposed you would class as singing. It was coming from the kitchen, and as you approached the doorway the smell of a fry up hit your nostrils. It was a whack to the face, the tantalizing smells making your mouth water instantly. You hadn’t eaten in so long; it was a wonder you weren’t near death. But that didn’t matter now, because you could finally smell victory for your growling stomach.

Creeping up to the doorway, you poked your head around, gripping onto the wooden frame for support as you surveyed the scene before you. Everything was there, the table in the middle of the room, the chairs that were placed around it. Joyce and Will who sat minding their own business, Joyce sat reading a newspaper and Will drawing something. The “singing” was coming from Joyce, and you couldn’t help but smile just a little at Will’s disturbed expression.

Looking up from the table you saw someone else standing by the cooker, juggling between pans containing bacon, sausages and eggs.

“Will can you get the orange juice out?” Jonathan huffed, his back turned to you as he cooked breakfast for his mom and brother. Will got up from his seat and went over to the fridge, taking out the juice and kicking the fridge shut with his foot. As Will put the jug of orange juice in the centre of the table he suddenly looked up, the feeling of being watched alerting him to your presence. His face lit up though when he saw it was you stood there.

“Y/N!” He shouted, running around the table to greet you with an excited hug. You bent slightly so you too could hug him fondly, ruffling his hair up which you could remember him hating when you did it. He wriggled free to flatten his hair down, grumbling as he did so. You just smiled at him with a cheeky grin, glad that he was so glad to see you.

Jonathan and Joyce had now noticed you too, and Joyce was on her feet to embrace you too. She smothered you with a firm but caring hug, knowing just how fragile you still were.

“You’re awake! God, I thought you might never wake up.” Joyce sighed with relief, laughing as she took solace in your awakening.

“H-How long was I…” Your throat was hoarse from lack of using it, but Joyce understood what you were trying to ask.

“Four days, honey. Your parents know you’re okay, and they were fine with us taking care of you as they knew you’d have practically around-the-clock care.” Joyce patted your cheek comfortingly and guided you to a seat at the table.

“Hi Jonathan.” You addressed the young male as you sat down, noticing that he had remained speechless as Joyce had spoken to you. He smiled weakly, the dark bags under his eyes very prominent as he acknowledged you. Even in such a tired state, you still found the way his hair glowed in the sunlight and the little creases that appeared at the corners of his mouth when he smiled cute.

“Jonathan made you breakfast too if you’re hungry. He’s made extra for every meal the past few days, just in case you happened to wake up.” Joyce told you, folding her newspaper up whilst she looked at Jonathan with a sly smile.

Will snorted a little as he poured himself a glass of orange juice, earning a light tap on the back of the head from Jonathan.

“Shut up.” Jonathan mumbled, turning back round to serve up the food before it burnt.

“Thank you. It really means a lot.” You told him, although his back was facing you. Jonathan laughed softly as he came over with four plates of food balanced on his arms.

“It’s only breakfast.” He admitted, but you shook your head.

“No, I meant for everything. I noticed you let me use your room, and I’m sorry if that caused any issues.” You apologised, reaching for the jug of orange juice at the same time Jonathan did. Your hands met on the glass handle and you both locked eyes with each other.

“Really, it was no problem. You needed the best care, and I offered for you to use my room.” Jonathan explained, letting go of the jug and taking his hand off yours so that you could have it first.

You didn’t want to sound like a broken record by saying “Thank you” again, so you smiled at him across the table and tried not to let yourself get too worked up about how warm his hand had felt over yours. You couldn’t stop the slight tremble in your hand though.

You managed to eat a fair amount of food, but despite being so hungry you couldn’t keep eating without feeling like you would throw up if you had another mouthful. Will nabbed your leftover piece of toast and when Joyce scolded him you assured her it was fine and slipped him the rest of the food.

“I have to go to work, I’ll be back later today okay? Look after Y/N you two.” Joyce ordered her sons, grabbing her coat off the back of the chair and squeezing your shoulder before she dashed out.

“Will, do the dishes please. I want to talk to Y/N, alone.” Jonathan got up from the table and walked around to your side, offering his hand for you. You put your hand in his and let him help you to your feet, holding onto his hand a little longer than necessary whilst you pushed the chair under the table. Will began to complain but Jonathan told him the quicker they were cleaned the quicker he could go to Mike’s house. This got Will’s attention, and he leapt up from his seat, gathering the plates without any persuasion.

Jonathan led you out of the kitchen and back to his bedroom, shutting the door so he could cut out the noise of Will crashing around the kitchen. You sat on the edge of his bed and messed with the sheets, tracing patterns with your finger.

“I missed you.” Jonathan stated, sitting down beside you. “I was so worried about you, even when you were here. I haven’t slept much.” He admitted, rubbing his eyes as he spoke. You looped your arm through his and leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“But I’m safe now. I’m okay.” You told him, dragging your fingers up and down the sensitive skin on the inside of his arm. “Will you sleep now?” You asked him. He exhaled slowly, weighing out the probabilities.

“Probably not. Not when I know you could still get hurt and I can’t protect you.” He confessed, placing his other hand over yours which was resting on his arm. He pushed his fingers to interlock with yours and dragged his thumb across your knuckle in slow strokes.

“I missed you too, you know.” You confessed as well. Slowly, pieces of your time in that other world were returning to you. Singing songs by yourself, missing home, missing the walks with Jonathan, wishing you could see Nancy and Steve again.

“Really?” Jonathan asked in surprise.

“Yeah, just the stuff we did together and the car journeys where you’d play your mixtapes of songs you loved.”

“I’ve missed that too.” Jonathan agreed, yawning slightly as he tried to keep his eyes open despite it being the late morning.

“You said you couldn’t sleep knowing you couldn’t protect me if I was at a risk of getting hurt. If you stay in here do you think you could sleep then? I mean, it is your room after all!” You gently coaxed Jonathan to lie on his back, lying by his side with his hand still holding onto yours.

“Maybe.” Jonathan whispered, turning his head so he could look at you from where you both lay down.

“Just shut your eyes, and relax. Focus on something that will keep you calm.” You commanded, also doing what you said so that he wouldn’t feel left out.

“You.” Jonathan murmured to himself as he lay beside you with his eyes closed. You were glad he couldn’t see the blush on your face when he said this, so you continued to speak like nothing had happened.

“Think of something you’d love to do and imagine you’re doing it, something relaxing.” You muttered, wondering how it would feel to have Jonathan huddled against your back, an arm draped over you as he spooned you and kissed the back of your neck softly.

“I am.” Jonathan sighed, a hint of a smile appearing on his face. His cheeks flushed a dark shade of red, obviously embarrassed about whatever had crossed his mind.

“It must be something funny.” You giggled, sitting up on your elbow so you could lean over him. He opened his eyes and the smile only grew wider at the sight of you.

“No, I just got really flustered. It made my tummy feel all warm.” Jonathan beamed up at you, reaching a hand up to stroke your face. The warmth from his touch made the hairs on your arm stand up, your senses going into overload. “I really was worried about you. But, knowing you’re here and safe with me, it kind of makes everything else okay.”

You leaned into Jonathan’s touch, a heat spreading in your chest as the beating of your heart quickened. “I like you Jonathan, I really do. You were always in my thoughts when I was stuck in that horrible place.”

Just the thought of that world made tears spring to your eyes. Jonathan was quick to sit up and slip his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest as you wept into his jumper. “I was so alone Jonathan, it was so alien and unnatural. I had no one.” You confessed, bunching your fist into the woollen material.

“You have me now. That place, the Upside Down it’s called, is gone. You’ll never see it again, because you’re going to be here with me and I’ll be your knight in a denim jacket, armed with my sheer adoration for you.” Jonathan murmured the sweet words in your ear, his lips brushing against your hair as he slowly combed his fingers through. You loved his devotion to the people who mattered to him, and his unwavering commitment towards keeping you safe.

“Jonathan?” You asked, moving so you weren’t hiding your face in his chest and instead you and him were face to face.

“Yes?” He replied, his voice hitching in his throat as he swallowed nervously. The tension between the two of you was palpable as you found yourselves leaning in towards each other. Jonathan gazed at your lips through half-lidded eyes, his gaze lustful as he looked up to lock eyes with you.

“Kiss me.” You whispered, shutting the gap between you both and sealing your lips together in a smooth, ardent kiss. Jonathan couldn’t help the small sigh that escaped his lips when he pulled away for a moment to catch his breath. But you craved more, and he obliged to you pulling him back in to reconnect your mouths. There was a knock on Jonathan’s bedroom door, obviously Will had finished with his job of washing up, so you pulled away.

“Shouldn’t you get that?” You gasped, your chest heavily moving up and down as you found yourself breathless. Jonathan paused for a moment and looked at the door. He shook his head and ignored the knocking.

“I don’t want this to stop.” He muttered, pressing chaste kisses to your lips. But Will’s voice interrupted Jonathan’s trail of kisses from moving to your neck. Jonathan stopped, his lips hovering over your jaw as he slowly exhaled with exasperation. The hot air across your skin made goose bumps rise all over your body.

“Yeah Will?” He called out, his head resting in the crook of your neck.

“Can you take me round to Mike’s now?” Will yelled from outside the room. Jonathan huffed, torn between staying with you and his promise to his little brother.

“Sure, go get in the car and wait for me. I’ll be five minutes.” Jonathan told him, waiting for Will’s footsteps to fade away as he ran off.

“Five minutes?” You arched an eyebrow, smiling as Jonathan pulled you down after him, getting you to lay your head on his chest.

“Just five more minutes.” He sighed, stroking his hand down your back. “Five minutes where I can just hold you and know that you’re mine.”

“Keep this up and you’ll have all the time in the world.” You hummed, shutting your eyes as you listened to the sporadic beat of his heart.

“I hope so.”


Requests are open!

Tags: @princess-of-steel @phan—anime @kurtwxgners

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very lazy doodle of an idea i had a while ago: in the anime kurapika just says his eyes go red with intense emotion, he doesn’t specifically say rage. so what if one day he’s watching gon and killua doing something goofy and it just hits him that he really, honestly loves these dorks. they are his friends and he is theirs and there’s something really warm about that. and his eyes go crimson from that and, having only seen this happen when he’s angry, gon and killua become terrified until he explains.

I love how Victor is always asking Yuri if he wants a drink and Yuri keeps saying no, but Victor knows how Yuri acts when he’s drunk, so it’s like he wants him to get drunk again. Like in episode 6, as soon as they leave Yuri’s house the first thing Victor does is offer him a glass of Champagne, which is what Yuri got drunk on at the banquet.

Originally posted by rorapinku

YOU BUFFOONS

THE FUCKINH INTRO TO YURI ON ICE IS BASICALLY VICTOR SINGING TO YUURI omfg I CANNOT.

Can you hear my heartbeat?
Tired of feeling never enough
I close my eyes and tell myself that my dreams will come true
–> VICTOR FEELS EMPTY AND IS BORED OF HIS ROUTINE AND DOESNT KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT. Also applicable to YUURI TBH.

There’ll be no more darkness
when you believe in yourself you are unstoppable
—> VICTOR TELLING YUURI THAT ONCE HE BELIEVES IN HIMSELF HE WILL BE UNSTOPPABLE.

Where your destiny lies, dancing on the blades,
you set my heart on fire
—-> WHEN HE SAW THE FUCKING VIDEO OF YUURI DOING HIS ROUTINE AND HIS HEART CAUGHT FIRE

Don’t stop us now, the moment of truth
We were born to make history
We’ll make it happen, we’ll turn it around
Yes, we were born to make history

—> BOTH OF THEM SAYING NOT TO STOP AND MAKE RUCKINF HISYORY I LOVE THIS ANIME I CANNOT

Voltron Crew as Sports Animes

Pidge: definitely volleyball or basketball, the ultimate ‘undergod’ narrative: she is small and gotta prove herself against like 6′2 people…she bites their ankles

Shiro: the pretty rival guy in a tennis anime that’s too nice and the protagonist sort of blushes when he’s around

Hunk: track & field anime where he does shot-put, Shae is the cool love interest who does javelin and, in true fashion, they don’t tell each other how they feel for 7 seasons

Allura: softball/baseball, I just want to see this…for reasons, she’s the pitcher and gives inspirational speeches at the bottom of the 9th every time

Lance: martial arts anime, he used to do swimming then had some sort of Realization for needing to be stronger/protect something & switched

Keith: same anime except he says ‘tch’ and sometimes assures Lance he’ll neeever succeeeeed, rival with a secret dark angst past

Coran: curling. It’s not an anime, just Canadian public access television at 3 in the morning

mooreleaves  asked:

I was wondering when the forehead poke revealed its importance? Like, what was the defining moment that this gesture is a complete representation of love and family for Sasuke? I'm just halfway through Anime!Shippuuden so technically I'm spoiled with everything. :) Thanks!

I’d probably say the conclusion of their fight was the point at which Sasuke realised that the way in which Itachi used to always poke his forehead, was a sign of the genuine love and affection he felt towards his younger brother:

After having been told the truth about Itachi by Obito, Sasuke began having flashbacks of his past with Itachi, and all the times in which the latter used to poke his forehead. Sasuke realised that the front that Itachi had put up (with how he told him that he was gonna become a hurdle that Sasuke had to overcome, even if it meant he’d grow to hate him), now made sense with what Obito had told him; Itachi really had done everything for his sake. So when he remembered the final poke that Itachi had given him, along with his final words which revealed his true and loving nature, Sasuke couldn’t hold the tears back:

That was the defining moment where Sasuke realised how affectionate of a gesture the poke truly was. It was a sign that his brother truly loved him. So for Sasuke to use it on Sakura and Sarada, is a true testament to his affections towards his girls, because everyone knows how dear Sasuke holds Itachi’s memory. The forehead poke is not strictly a platonic or romantic gesture; it’s simply a means to display one’s affection for another.

Skinny Love

Requested
Characters: Reader / Joshua (Seventeen) ft. Younger!Henry Lau
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1.7k
Request: Helloo can i request a joshua scenario where the reader sits next ti her crush in class but is too shy to say anything and when he goes on vacation joshua teansfers and sits next to her and they bond over anime and kpop. When the crush comes back and sees joshua in his spot he gets jealous but the reader already likes joshua now? this happened to me irl and i thought itd be cute with joshua~~
A/N: that’s so cute~ anonnie! hope all is well with him ^^

Needless to say, you had mixed feelings about high school. You had to suffer through the torture that is 8AM classes and annoying peers, as well as the pressure everybody puts you. But school did have it’s ups– you got to sit near your crush in practically all of your classes.

That’s why the last class of the day was your favourite. You were assigned to sit next to Henry Lau, your crush since sixth grade. Of course, he almost never gave you the time of day, save a few smiles he would send in your direction whenever either of you were late. 

So when he said he was going to South Korea to visit some family and friends, you felt devastated. You were going to be alone for three weeks. More alone than usual, that is.

On the third day since Henry’s departure to Korea, Mrs. Anderson told the class that there was going to be a transfer student from South Korea. You payed no heed to the news, as your school received transfers from almost everywhere quite frequently.

Point, aim, shoot! you hummed along to the music blasting through your earphones, lightly bobbing your head along to the beat as you did your socials work. You saw a hand tap your desk and looked up to see Mrs. Anderson. She gestured toward her own ears, and you took the cue to take your earphones out, muttering a quiet apology.

“Okay, class,” she said, walking back to the front of the room, “the transfer is coming today, so I expect each and every one of you to treat him well.” You inwardly sighed, going back to doing your work. The door opened, a loud creaking noise following it. Keeping your head down, you merely listened.

“This is Josh Hong-”

“It’s Joshua actually, Mrs.”

“Sorry, this is Joshua Hong. Just pick a seat.” You smiled to yourself, satisfied with your work. You finished, which meant you didn’t have any homework, which meant you could watch anime or dramas. You jumped slightly when you heard the chair beside you scratch against the floor as it was pulled out. 

Your eyes darted to the rest of the class, most of whom had their eyes on the two of you. Why here, you silently drawled, there are like seven other empty seats…

“Hello,” he said. You gave him a forced smile, before ducking your head again. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Joshua.” I know, you thought, I heard. “Y/N,” you mumbled almost incoherently. 

You zoned out as Mrs. Anderson explained the worksheet to the boy, drawing on your arm and hand. Little doodles quickly covered your skin, not that you minded. When most of your arm was completely covered in ink, you looked down at it, proud of your work. You had drawn several pictures, from the Wings of Freedom to ASTRO’s icon. Glancing at your phone, you were happy to see that there were only five minutes left of class.

When someone cleared their throat, you automatically looked over. Joshua gave you a somewhat sheepish smile as he gestured to the worksheet. “Do you– could you–” he flushed under your stare, which in turn made your face go warm. “Could you help me with this?” You glanced down at his sheet. To your surprise, he was already on the last question.

With a partner, discuss why we use the word goodbye today. Write down your thoughts and check your answers using page 57 from the textbook.

Oh god, you cursed silently, he wants me to interact with him. “Why do you think we use it?” You felt tempted to rip your own hair out after hearing how you sounded. You had stumbled over you words. Again.

Joshua tilted his head cutely before shrugging. “Did it originate from a different language?” He asked, not sure at all. You chuckled at his confusion, thinking it was adorable. When he smiled at you, you stopped instantly. You merely shook your head. 

Joshua pursed his lips into an almost-pout. How is he a senior?, you questioned. “I’m not sure then,” he laughed almost inaudibly. His voice–

You pulled your chair closer to his to point at his paper. Waiting until he filled in the blank with his guess, you leaned back into your chair. “In the sixteenth century, someone signed off a letter with GOD B W YE, which was short for God Be With Ye. It was read as godbwye and later, goodbye.”

You watched as a look of understanding flashed over his features before he filled the rest out. “Thank you,’ he smiled gently.

You noticed how close the two of you were at that point, quickly pushing your chair back to where it once was. “No problem,” you said, just as the bell rang. You got up to pack your things and headed to the door. Not long after you left, you heard your name being called.

Turning around, you saw Joshua smiling over at you. “Nice drawings,” he called before turning around and disappearing within the crowd.

You felt yourself smile.


The next day, Joshua was there before you. To your surprise, he was still in the same seat as yesterday, despite the vacant seats. He greeted you kindly, to which you responded kind of awkwardly. “So you watch anime?” He asked, although the tone of his voice told you that he already knew. “Mm,” you hummed with a nod.

“What’s your favourite anime?”

“F/A.” Joshua’s smile grew wider as he leaned closer to you. “Who’s your favourite character? Mine’s F/Antagonist.” You looked up with a raised brow. “Same,” you said with a shocked voice; not many people liked F/A as well. 

That continued for the next two weeks: the two of you conversing over anime and over time, K-Pop, which you had found a mutual liking.

You finally had a friend.


“Y/N!” Joshua yelped as you poked his sides. You laughed at his expression, “I didn’t know you were ticklish.” He narrowed his eyes at you, his hands up as a form of defense. With a wicked grin, you pounced at him, your hands shooting to your sides. It didn’t take long for him to burst out into laughter, his melodious laughter filling the almost-empty classroom. 

You noticed Mrs. Anderson laughing under her breath at your antics, but brushed it off. After a while, you decided to spare the boy and stopped prodding at his stomach. It took a minute or two for him to calm down, but when he did he weakly glared at you with tears in his eyes. “You’re cruel.”

“You love it.”

His cheeks were red, you weren’t sure if it was from laughing so hard or what you had said. He murmured something, but it was far too quiet for you to hear. You furrowed your brows together at his sudden shyness. Did you go too far with that comment? You examined his expression. His eyes were still lined with tears, and his cheeks were a lot redder than usual. Unknowingly, your eyes landed on his lips, God did they look soft, and stayed there. You wondered what it would be like to kiss–

Before you could say anything, the bell rang, telling you that break was over. You groaned, resting you head on Joshua’s shoulder. “People,” you huffed. He chuckled, rustling your hair. The two of you stayed like that as your classmates began to pool into your classroom, despite your heart that was beating way too fast for your liking.

Absentmindedly, you began to fiddle with his hands. You like them, he had soft skin, despite the callouses. “Y/N?” You snapped out of your reverie when you heard your name being called by a familiar voice. To your surprise, Henry stood at your desk, glancing between you and Joshua, an unreadable expression on his face.

You had completely forgotten he was coming back today– you barely thought of him during the past two weeks in fact. “Ah,” you blinked, “how was Korea?” He gave you an obviously forced smile. “Fine– who’s-”

“Henry, just pick a seat,” Mrs. Anderson said, noticing that he was the only one standing up. Huffing, Henry sat at the desk behind yours. “Who’s he?” Joshua whispered, not wanting him to hear. “Henry,” you answered simply. “He was on vacation.” You thought it was odd, just now he had spoken more words to you than he ever has.

You shrugged, turning your attention to Mrs. Anderson, not noticing your hands, which were still linked with Joshua’s.


You yawned, stretching your arms above your head. You and Joshua had stayed at the public library, which was open 24/7 luckily, for a project. Checking your phone, your eyes widened when you saw the time, 01:28 AM. Chucking your phone into your bag, you turned to Joshua.

You stopped when you saw him. He had fallen asleep, when you had no idea. His head was resting on his arms and you couldn’t help but think how adorable he looked.

You stared at him, mesmerized by his soft expression. His eyelashes were long and he had fair skin. His round glasses – which definitely would’ve looked dorky on anyone else – were askew. Slowly, you took them off so they wouldn’t break. You froze when he groaned, his arm wrapping around your waist. Internally panicking, you tried to move away, only to fail when he pulled you closer, almost onto his lap.

You face felt hot, as you were centimetres away from his face. Your thoughts wandered to that day in the classroom. When you first thought about kissing him. You bit your lip nervously. He was, quite literally, right in front of you. You found yourself leaning closer and closer.

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You pulled back quickly, realizing what you had just done. Before you could properly react, his other hand moved to your cheek, his lips chasing yours. Your lips met again, this time with slow passion. You slowly pulled away, eyes staying closed for a moment. When you opened them, you were met with Joshua’s lidded, brown eyes.

“Next time you want to kiss me,” he said, his voice hushed, “do it while I’m awake.” You bit your lip nervously, “next time?”

His eyes bore into yours intensely, a small smile present on his features. “After that, there’s no way I’m not kissing you again.”

Okay but before going to sleep, I just wanna say that I love Kaneki’s voice when he says “Touka-chan”. I mean, in the anime, his seiyuu pronounces her name with such delicacy, he caress the name in his lips with so much tenderness, he sounds so tender when he says her name and the little smiles he makes in the manga while saying it… 

something like this you know

Why I think that Yuri!!! on Ice will end well

Okay, so I’ve just gotten up of my bed to write this, so if you find some incoherence, well, I’m sorry. I still have my eyes foggy.

Okay so let’s start talking about Yuri on ICE. The song, not the anime. When this song is referred in the show, every time they say it’s Yuuri’s history, how he felt alone at first but little by little he begins to find love around him and how that affects him. More exactly, it talks about how Yuuri changed when Viktor came to his life. (You might like to look for the song and listen to it while you read this. You can experience it better that way. That’s what I’m doing rn)

And what I’ve noticed is that if we put the song alongside the episodes, they fit perfectly. At first, we have Yuuri at his lowest point of his life, when everything looked grey and depressing, and when he desperately needed someone to hold onto. That is episode 1.

Then, you can hear the song change subtly, and the story keeps going, at how he’s surprised to find Viktor, and the song explains the beginning of their relationship, and how, despite Viktor not being the best of coaches, he tries for Yuuri. He messes up, but he keeps on fighting for him, and we can see how the love they have for each other increases with the crescendo. That’s episode 2 to 7 before he performs Yuri on Ice.

Then the music suddenly changes, and the crescendo stops to cue in a calming melody. That represents when he performed Yuri on ICE. When everything fell in place with such clarity and Yuuri could only think of Viktor and Viktor alone, and how he realized his love for him and let it finally show with his body.

Then we get to another crescendo, that is how their relationship gets closer and closer, despite everything in their way. How they belong to each other alone, and their love is the most important thing between them, and they won’t let anyone be in their way. You can feel the rush, the exhilaration as the music goes by, the thrill of discovering every day more things of the person you love,.

There’s another calm part, when it shows how Yuuri feels about Viktor. How his mere presence is calming, how he knows he can overcome anything when he has him by his side. We can also interpret it like the end of episode 9, when Yuuri learns that, after all Viktor feels the same way as he does.

Cue in another crescendo, and we reach Barcelona, and how it seems like their love can’t be deeper than what we see. We can feel how they feel for each other, how they would sacrifice anything for the other.

And then we reach to the end. People may be wondering why Yuuri hasn’t performed this song perfectly in any of their competitions, but that’s because his story hasn’t ended yet. Their story wasn’t finished in episode 7, their story wasn’t finished in episode 9. The peak will come at episode 12, the last performance for the GPF. I don’t know how the competition will end, and I’m not exactly bothered by it either. But what I need to see is Yuuri finishing his performance perfectly, because it shows his life, his story all this time.

The end is calming, sweet, and you can feel so much love in it, and I really believe that that’s how this anime is going to end. Viktor and Yuuri will be alright, because their song already told us.

They will be okay. More than okay.

That is all, I believe. Thank you for reading my rant about Yuri!!! On Ice, I very much appreciate it. And don’t hesitate telling me your thoughts about it.

Food in Yuri on Ice

Someone might have written it already, but somehow I don’t recall a post on food in Yuri!!! On Ice. I hope I’m the only freak, who is going to combine two of her passions in one post: YOI and food.

I mean, there is quite a lot of food for a figure skating show. But I’d love to point out a character, who has especially tight relationship with food in this anime. Yuuri Katsuki you think? Nope. Viktor.

The very first moment Yuuri sees Viktor in person is in hot springs and we get to seem him all naked™. The second scene featuring Viktor shows us him waking up and immediately asking for food. Hungry… He asks what food Yuuri likes, cause he wants to know him better. Then he actually gives us quite a strong reaction towards Katsudon: ‘VKUSNOO!’ I loved the fact he said it in Russian, cause it kinda shows that he didn’t think much when he was saying this. He didn’t take a moment to translate it, he just bursted with the exclamation of how good it tastes.

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Yuri’s fanclub!!!!!!!!!!!!! He may be the Russian punk, but he still cares about his fans. When they throw the cat ears on him his face says wth, but notice how he still doesn’t take the cat ears off afterwards?
ヽ(*≧ω≦)ノ They know what we want: Yuri wearing cat ears
Bless this fanclub💞

anonymous asked:

Do you think Rukia is also a dork? Cause she is more like a female version of byakuya and I haven't get to see her act like a dork often.😅☺

HELLA

“Aa… Sasuga nii-sama!!!”

Rukia’s dorkiness is one of her most endearing traits, but I personally feel that there’s been plenty of evidence in the manga! Kubo used her drawings as comic relief so many times (the anime expanded on this even more) and there’s also her enduring love of all things cute: 

But you’re right on the money when you say that she’s like a female version of Byakuya.  Kubo explicitly says as much (or rather the reverse) in the 13 Blades book; I snapped a pic of the relevant part from my copy:

(novice Japanese speaker here, pls excuse shitty translation; the gist should more or less be the following)

“When creating Byakuya, I went with a design that was close to a male version of Rukia.”

Then he goes on to talk about Senbonzakura’s design.  But it goes beyond their looks, and this isn’t the first time he’s even drawn attention to their similarities; in that beach outtake (see: first pic of this entry), the follow-up panel basically states this as fact:

似たもの義兄妹 = Similar siblings-in-law   

  • what they say: lol my blog is just Yuri!!! On Ice rn
  • what they mean: lol my blog is about 98% Yuri!!! On Ice. i havent slept in three days and im currently crying over the newest episode. Yuuri sent Viktor back home in a dire situation when he needs him most. Yurio wasnt a complete asshole and i love him. he's my lil baby. he cheered for Yuuri and didnt call him names. Yurio shouldve won the competition, not JJ. JJ doesnt deserve first place. little shithead. >:( but anyways, i love Yuri!!! On Ice with my whole heart and youre gonna have to deal with it because there is no way this is gonna change anytime soon :)
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inukag in episode 140

First of all, this is my FAVORITE art style in the anime! I love the mature looks on their faces and the way they draw and shade the eyes and the noses (I ♥ that shadow under their eyes omfg!!!!)! Second of all, the INUKAG-ness is killing me!!!

Do you SEE how he yells her name and catches her in the first part??? OMFG. And then you get to see his thoughts like, “GOOD SHE IS NOT HURT.”

Ugh and look at the second part! Look at the absolutely ferocious look in Inuyasha’s eyes when he knows Kagome is in danger! AND THEN HE SAYS “DON’T YOU DARE LAY A HAND ON HER!” OOMMFG I SCREAMED AT THAT PART. LIKE KAGOME IS HIS PRECIOUS BABE IF YOU HURT HER YOU WILL DIE OMFG.

Papyrus mimicing Flowey

So, we all know that Papyrus is very influenced by Undyne, and that he tries very hard to be like her in a lot of ways. For an example, when Undyne says that she likes Grillby’s, Papyrus instantly changes his mind and says that he loves it too. He also says he likes anime after Undyne says she watches it, even though he said it was for babies earlier. 

I noticed that he might do this with Flowey too. 

A lot of people have already noticed this, but after the date with Alphys and Undyne we get this phone call. Papyrus opens the conversation with “Howdy”, just like Asgore and Flowey. And the fact that he’s mentioning that you trust him seems very suspicious too. Flowey has probably told him what to say.

Papyrus mentions Flowey a couple of other times too

I also remember that he mentions Flowey if you call him at MTT resort and have befriended Undyne, but I can’t find that call right now.

However, I noticed something while doing a neutral walkthrough and calling Papyrus in every room. In the room with the save point at the garbage dump, I got this dialogue

And it reminded me of

Both Papyrus and Flowey compare Sans to trash/garbage. (Even tho Papyrus turned it into a joke he was obv referring to Sans when he said that he’s housemates with a lazy piece of garbage.)

Idk, i just think it’s cute how he picks up those kind of things from Flowey. I wish we knew more about them too being friends, because I think Papyrus has a lot in common with Asriel when he was alive, and maybe Flowey likes him because he reminds him of who he used to be and that’s so sad and I love it.