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Random piece of information from the Mitsurou Kubo autograph session

Translating PASH is taking some time so in the meantime have this. I didn’t go to the autograph session because of course I didn’t win the lottery for it (it was only about 120 people out of 30,000 applications, and still reports say that over 10 people didn’t show up, aaaahhh give me your luck if you don’t need it seriously). However some people are sharing pics of the drawings they got at the event, and one person also shared one piece of information which I’m sure you want to know.

I’m translating this person’s tweets exactly as they are but I decided not to post her name because she’s a normal person and maybe she might get scared and erase the tweets if she starts getting replies in lots of languages (and I don’t want to be the source of that lol). It’s one of the most retweeted posts about the session even though it has no pic attached so you might spot it if you’ve been looking at them…

By the way I think “AOI” is “Art on Ice”, the ice show that was recently held in Switzerland. Kubo was in Switzerland with Yamamoto until the other day and she posted pics of her with Deniss and he and Lambiel’s manager, so I think she went to see it.

Translation in bold:

What I earned at today’s autograph session was, beside of course the autograph, that I could directly thank her, that I could talk with her about AOI, and that I found out that Victor knew Yuuri from before the banquet & was aware that Yuuri was his fan.

(another person asked her “oh I guess it’s because of when Yuuri ignored him?” and below is the reply)

He didn’t notice him because Yuuri ignored him, it’s that sometimes one person’s performances might have some elements that resemble the ones of the skater they like, and apparently Victor, watching Yuuri performing, thought “oh, he’s my fan ₍₍ (̨̡ ‾᷄♡‾᷅ )̧̢ ₎₎ ” .

Now, it’s not clear how long “before the banquet” means, because it wasn’t specified whether she’s referring to Yuuri’s performance in the GPF or in general (though well, unless Yuuri has never been in the same tournament as Victor I guess Victor might have had other chances to see his performances), but still it’s cute that Victor would notice that. I wonder what would Yuuri think if he knew this, lol.

P.S.: The emoticon is Victor’s “official” emoticon, lol. She used it in the tweet so I used it too.

Where did all those feelings go? People spend their whole lives looking for love. Poems and songs and entire novels are written about it. But how can you trust something that can end as suddenly as it begins?
—  Nicola Yoon, The Sun is Also a Star

anonymous asked:

Alright here we go I just asked @anarchetypal about this because I am on a Spree™ but I need your take on shithead Ryan. I'm pretty sure you've done this before but I've read all of your everything and I need m o r e

Not sure if you meant just generally or you actually wanted something specific but here we go~

  • Listen, any one of the Fakes would tell you Ryan’s mask is less about hiding his identity than it is about hiding the fact that he is nearly always laughing. It didn’t take him long to realise that with his reputation literally anything he does will be interpreted as threatening and even the most innocuous activities are treated as utterly unnerving. If people knew just how often Ryan was flat out messing with them there wouldn’t be nearly so many desperately worried discussions trying to unravel what depravity the Vagabond is getting up to with a bucket of paint and a dust-buster. 
  • While most of the others find accompanying Gavin as the muscle in a meeting somewhat monotonous and dry (there are exceptions of course, the contacts that Gavin plays ridiculous roles for, or the meetings that go south and kick off, but for the most part its a bit of posturing and trying not to tune out while Gavin does his thing) Ryan always has a ball. Ryan is just about the only Fake who could give Gavin a run for his money in regards to a flare for the unnecessarily dramatic, so when the two of them head off together they invariably go well and truely overboard. Whoever the pair meet with, no matter how well they’ve done their job or how many positive interactions they’ve previously had with Gavin alone will spend the entirety of their meeting tracking Ryan’s movements around the room, absolutely sure they’re about to die. 
  • After watching a few too many episodes of Brooklyn Nine-nine Ryan picks up the habit of making the occasional outrageously out of character confession just to watch people squirm with the realisation that no one will ever believe them if they tell. After all the unspeakable horrors Los Santos has witnessed from the Vagabond none are prepared to entertain for a single moment the possibility that he might also enjoy the Spice Girls, cry in Disney movies or hula-hoop at a competitive level. 
  • Any time the Fake’s accept a new member Ryan tends to silently shadow them everywhere they go for a couple of weeks in full Vagabond get up. Everyone assumes, quite reasonably and with no small amount of blind terror, that the Vagabond is protective, distrustful, and all too eagerly awaiting the chance to kill them off at the first sign of a slip up. In reality Ryan knows just how vetted anyone has to be before Geoff will let them into the family, and just really enjoys toying with their emotions while he can.
  • There’s a narrow window towards the back of the LSPD bullpen - a little unorthodox but the glass is thick and one-way tinted so security isn’t really a problem. What is a problem is the fact that every now and then a member of the force will swear up and down that they saw the Vagabond’s awful skull standing there leering at them through the glass. 
  • Ryan found out, through pure accident, that leaving his mask balanced atop of his hanging jacket is a surefire way to terrify Geoff in the middle of the night. Before it really sinks in he is woken on three seperate occasions by that all-too distinctive shriek; the first incident had the whole crew running guns drawn, the second was met with endless mockery and by the third Ryan just lays in bed, listening to the others thundering into the hallway, and grins. From that point on Ryan just gets more creative about where he leaves his spectre self; the bathroom, the pantry, and on one memorable occasion, suspended right outside Geoff’s door. 
Little One - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Originally posted by namelessmasha

Words: 1891
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Warnings: fighting?
Requested by anon.
Could you write one where the reader is the youngest of the avengers, so they treat the reader like their baby sibling. They get especially protective when Pietro pops up and starts showing interest in the reader ??
A/n: I really love this request, just, it’d be so cool. Honestly though, just protective Tony and Thor, I love it.

You were sitting on your bed reading your favorite book, minding your own business. Nothing was really going on that involved your help. You’re sure that there was probably some meeting going on in the facility, you just weren’t needed. So you had time to yourself, like you do everyday.

Sometimes you don’t get told when part of the team is going on a mission. They sometimes don’t want you to go out in fear that you’ll be hurt. Which you always reply with “Have you even seen my abilities?” And you usually get the reply of “You’ve barely even grown into them!”

One of the biggest cons of being the youngest- at merely almost twenty years old.

From time to time, being the youngest of the avengers- at nineteen- really rocked. You got what you wanted and were able to do whatever the hell you felt like. You were treated as the little sibling everyone loved and it was hard to get mad at you- even if you did cause trouble from time to time. But sometimes, it really sucked. You’d be called the ‘little one’ even though, you were turning twenty in less than a month. But no matter how old you are, you’ll always be the youngest of the group.

You were brought out of your daydreams when you heard someone outside of your room. “What is in there?” Was heard. What a weird accent.

Keep reading

We’d been best friends for since the beginning of high school. Our friendship was so close, even from a distance, for so many years. We really understood each other, but he couldn’t commit to me. Despite knowing my feelings for him and cutting him out of my life, he keeps trying to come back. He didn’t even reply to this message. I only heard from him two months later when he tried to get my attention by liking a post that included me on fb and sending me a snapchat, even though I deleted him from both. I laughed and ignored him completely. I’m honestly happier without him now, which I never thought would happen.

If you have someone who keeps stringing you along, do yourself a favor and throw them out. You don’t need that kind of baggage in your life. You might believe that they’ll come around, but they never will. You might even think that you won’t find anyone better, but it’s better to be single and free than to be shackled to the whims of a douche.

Sleeping Beauty

Sometimes, Lance swore he knew Pidge better than herself. She’d laugh whenever he brought that up, but look who’s laughing now.

Clearly not her, for she dozed off to sleep, her head resting on the keyboard like a pillow.

Lance snickered at the sight. “I told you,” Even though she was fast asleep, he repeated it aloud just in case she could hear him. “What did I tell you, dumby?” The closest he got to a reply was soft snoring.

But that would do for now.

“Alrighty, time to get you to bed.”

Making sure to not wake her, he gently slipped her onto his back. Even though a part of him would like to, just so he can tease her about his little victory, she needed sleep. All week, Pidge had been staying up longer than usual. Though that didn’t bother her in the slightest, it did to Lance.

Already, she’d barely get a few hours to rest before the next day arrived. The dark circles under her eyes proved that. However, whenever Lance encouraged her to get some rest, she’d shrug it off like it was no biggy.

And because of all that lack of sleep, her body finally forced itself into lockdown.

Pidge should’ve listened to him.

With her tightly on his back, he walked over to her bed. Luckily, the computer was in her room as well, giving him little distance to walk. And little time apart from the soft mattress she deserved.

It didn’t take long for Lance to get her there, slipping her off. The bed looked like a giant when compared to her little body. Lance always knew she was small, but not this much.

He had to cover his mouth to silence himself, the laughter already escaping.

“Goodnight, sleeping beauty.”  

lucien & feyre

They had such a nice brotp going in ACOTAR though. Continuing my re(rere)read, and I came across this gem:

“Unfortunately for you and your neck,” Lucien countered, “tonight’s just a party.”
“Do you lie awake at night to come up with all your witty replies for the following day?”
Lucien winked at me…

These two have the witty banter down, and I can’t wait for them to get back at it in ACOWAR. Things have changed, clearly - it might be… strained at first. But thinking about their relationship, how he was looking out for her (admittedly, maybe for his own benefit at times, so Tam Tam wouldn’t get mad at him), their rapport before she left… I just really want them to be bros again.

Feyre even calls it a game at the end. Not… she’s not going to be predatory or manipulative, necessarily? I think she has been through enough crap to recognize that Lucien has also had his fair share. She understands the literal facts of his history, intellectually, but she has also been inside of his head and experienced it. And while I really hope she doesn’t use anything against him (e.g. the bond with Elain), I think she has enough compassion to recognize that he is not in a good place, and won’t do that.

If she can come to terms with Nesta and Elain and her father… and how they left the bulk of the household on her shoulders her whole life… I think she can understand how Lucien felt torn between his loyalty to a High Lord who took him in after his family’s treatment, and the woman he had barely become friends with months before. Just because we were on Feyre’s side, doesn’t mean that all the other characters were by default.

anonymous asked:

So far none of the sex scenes had Victor and Yuuri have more than one round of sex, is it because they always did it either right before a competition (need to keep it easy) or right afterwards (hit with all the leftover exhaustion)? I would expect them to have a lot of stamina, especially Yuuri

It’s partly because usually they’ve just been competitively skating that day which is pretty exhausting and partly because multiple rounds is more a couple thing to do rather than a one night stand thing. They do get there eventually though!

i’m on a sorta-but-not-really hiatus. meaning i’m keeping my trek blogs regularly updated but i’m not here as much. unfortunately, tagging is a lot of work and it’s too time-consuming so a lot of things are being queued without a tag.

please reply to this post or send an ask (anon or not, i won’t publish) if there’s something you want/need tagged. i’ll make sure to add it when i’m reblogging things.

the hiatus is most apparent if you read my work i suppose. thank you for supporting me. it’s hard to get into this without giving away too many details but something happened in fandom that really fucking hurt me last year and on top of all the health issues, the fire just kinda died a bit.

i guess a break was due though because i’ve been writing here non-stop for 3 years, which isn’t really anything impressive when i know some authors have been at it for literal decades.

in any case, i just need a rest. so i’m sorry if you subscribed to me on ao3 for trek things and you keep getting messages that i’m posting for another fandom. it’s a small fandom, but writing about another subject i love deeply has done wonders for changing my mood toward the whole process of creating a story.

so yeah. that’s what’s going on. i don’t plan to stop writing for trek forever because i love it so much. (it’s the hotel california. you can check out anytime you like but cant nEEVVEERR LEEAVE) but i just gotta step away for a bit.

anyways, please lmk if you need anything specifically tagged!

Imagine: Seokjin (Breakfast)

Imagine you frequently have rushed mornings, so you almost never eat breakfast. No one really noticed, including you, but once you moved in with Seokjin, it took him all of one morning to realize. 

“Aren’t you eating?” he asked, looking up as you rushed about to collect keys, your phone and a hair tie. 

“No time” you reply, “I’m late.”

“If you’re already late, then you might as well eat and be a little more late” he replied, getting up to make you something. 

“No, I meant I’m not actually late yet, but I almost am” you said, ducking around him on your way to the door.

He wasn’t having it though and grabbed your arm so you couldn’t escape. “You need to eat” he said firmly, towing you into the kitchen behind him. You struggled briefly, but didn’t put up too much of a fight. Food was something he took very seriously. 

“I’ll miss my train” you said helplessly. 

“I’ll drive you then” he countered, sitting you down at the table. “But you aren’t leaving this house until there’s food in you.”

You didn’t bother to fight against him anymore - after all, it did feel quite nice to be looked after. 


A reminder to anyone like me who forgets (or talks self out doing so) to eat. 

- Quillfire

chinesebakery  asked:

Happy birthday, Tash! I hope you're having a splendid day <3

Cheers Elaine!! I had a terrific day and it was capped off by hilarious times at my party - a murder mystery with the theme “80′s prom gone bad” hahahah 

Here’s a pic of me in all my finery :D 

I’m enjoying a lazy Sunday arvo now :)

anonymous asked:

I sent an ask a while ago that you did reply to about how I quit my job and applied to new place(and other places but this is only one hat got back to me). Basically called them saying hey what's going on etc. and they manager said he'd get back to me once he talked to person that interviewed me. It's been like 4ish weeks. My friend works there said they hired the girl that interviewed after me even though my availability is great cause they need weekend people... ?????????

We get a lot of asks similar to this so I’m not sure. Plus Rodney and Mandie queue and answer things as well. -Abby

anonymous asked:

hey! I saw u where on a hiatus, hope you get better! what do you have??

Yes I’m on a hiatus probably for a few days/weeks due to my bellyache. I have an early appendictis, though my doctor says it’s recovering itself, so I won’t have to go under surgery. I do have to take medicine and stay at home, I need to call the docter again when it gets worse.. And due to the fact that I’m still not feeling well, I won’t be posting anything! Thank you btw, and for your concern!

Sleeping In

Anonymous requested a day off with Spencer :)

“Spencer,” I whispered, shaking his shoulder gently. He’d fallen asleep in the car on the way home and, while he looked incredibly peaceful and I hated to wake him, we’d arrived and I had no choice. He blinked owlishly up at me and I smiled slightly. 

“Come on, sleepyhead, let’s get upstairs and go to bed,” I said softly. He nodded slowly and followed me, tangling his fingers up with mine as we went inside. In the elevator on the way upstairs, he yawned and leaned his head on my shoulder, even though he had to slump down against the wall to be low enough. I chuckled lightly and kissed his head. 

“Why am I so sleepy?” he groaned. 

“It’s been a rough week, Spence,” I replied softly as I unlocked our door. “You and I both need this day off tomorrow.” 

“Mmhmm,” he agreed, and I smiled as he shed his shirt and pants and shoes, not even bothering to put on pajamas before he crawled into our bed in just his mismatched socks and underwear. 

By the time I had changed and made sure everything was in order in the house, Spencer was sound asleep. He barely stirred when I crawled into bed beside him, curling close to his chest. 

As sunlight streamed through the curtains in our bedroom, I turned to look at my husband, sleeping soundly, his skin warm and his curls a mess. I gently leaned in and kissed his forehead and he stirred slightly, blinking his eyes as he awoke and smiled at me sleepily. 

“Morning,” he said, his voice warm and scratchy with sleep. 

“Good morning,” I murmured. I was moving to get out of the bed, but Spencer reached out and wrapped his long fingers imploringly around my wrist. I glanced back and found pleading eyes. 

“Don’t,” he begged. “We don’t have to go anywhere today, (Y/N), just stay with me.” 

“Aren’t you hungry?” I laughed. He shook his head. 

“No. I just want to snuggle with you,” he replied and I smiled. The man who once had refused to even shake my hand, and now all he wanted to do was cuddle with me. I couldn’t refuse those puppy-dog eyes, though, and I settled back into the warm sheets as Spencer pulled me close to him, his body a comforting weight in the mattress. 

“You good?” he asked, his breath brushing the skin on my cheek as it washed over my ear. I nodded contentedly as he held me close. 

“You?” I asked. 

“Perfect,” he sighed. 

We didn’t get out of bed until almost noon, when we went into the kitchen and made waffles. We moved around our kitchen with a practiced ease that came from the comfort and familiarity we had with each other. We sat down across from each other to eat, laughing and talking about nothing important. 

“Hey, you want to do something fun?” he asked. I looked at him, feigning suspicion. 

“Depends on your definition of ‘fun’, Dr.Reid,” I teased. 

“Want to build a fort?” he asked. I laughed and nodded my head. 

“Yes,” I replied. “That is my kind of fun.” 

An hour later, with Spencer’s equations and my creativity, we had build a blanket fort worthy of awards, which stretched out over all the living room furniture, which had been rearranged in such a way that would allow for maximum space and comfort. The blankets we hadn’t used to build the fort were piled inside, along with a battery-operated lamp and all of our spare pillows. We’d laid down our sleeping bags as well, and the result of it all was a relatively large and comfortable, cozy space big enough for the two of us to curl up together. Eager and excited, we crawled into the fort on our knees. When we got inside, I noticed Spencer rubbing his knee and shot him a concerned look. I replaced his hand with mine when he pulled away, putting light pressure on the joint. 

“You okay?” I asked. He nodded and gave me a small smile. 

“Still hurts sometimes,” he explained. “I’m good, though.” 

“Maybe you’re just getting old,” I teased, and he stared at me for a moment, a mischievous look in his hazel eyes. 

“You’re going to pay for that one, Mrs.Reid,” he warned, and picked up a pillow, which he used to hit me. I laughed and picked up a pillow of my own, returning the blow. Soon, we were both laughing and shrieking as we hit one another with the pillows we’d stocked our fort with. After a while, I flopped breathlessly onto his chest and he laughed. 

As I rolled off of him, my foot caught one of the blankets and it fell down on top of us. 

“You tore down our roof!” he said, his voice muffled by the blanket. I giggled and burrowed under it until I was face to face with my husband. I smiled slightly and leaned in to press my lips to his, watching his lashes flutter closed, tasting the sweetness of the cream he’d used on his waffles that lingered on his lips. 

“Then I guess we’ll have to rebuild,” I murmured. 

“Mmm, maybe later,” he replied, and I laughed as he flipped me over so that he was lying on top of me and kissed me again.

I decided he was right- the fort could wait. 

// here have a mun selfie from this afternoon. I might be taking a small hiatus after my break down last night. I bottled up all my tears and only got an hour of sleep. I need to reevaluate what RP does to myself and how best to move forward. I do know I have replies and asks and OOC messages I haven’t answered. I will get to them when I feel better. That may be tomorrow or a week from now. Please don’t be too mad for my lack of responses. Though I’m quite sure I won’t really be missed. Hugs and loves to all!

“Though know I’ll have questions, like how the hell this a-hole came to know I was doing anything when I’ve never met him in my life. You sure are good at keeping secrets, Lau.” Parker sighed, regarding the three with a bit of scorn. He needed their help on this. 

“For now, lay low. Keep police off our heels. If this goes anything like LA, I’m going to need to have a task force getting civilians to safety. Let’s hope we can prevent that, gentlemen.”

// @badly-drawn-iggy | @notsodailydoppio | @badlydrawnhitmanmista

darling-child-tisarwat replied to your post: I need to stop adding to the list cause pretty…

The pronouns though

<whistles innocently>

I’m sure a month or so before publication Orbit will do a thing where folks can get the first chapter with proof of pre-order. Or maybe I shouldn’t say that without checking with @orbit-publishing first, cause they do that and it’s up to them, but it worked nicely with Mercy.

Though, I recall that first day it crashed my website. I’ll need to talk to the fabulous Clockpunk Studios (who keep my website ticking along for me) if we’re going to do something like that again, but it would be fun!

Gradblr Challenge Day #11:

My day started pretty early as I taught at SAC today. I am currently working at a coffee shop, trying to get a ton of stuff done (currently sending/replying to messages in regards to lit magazine S). 

The end of the quarter is upon me, but I’m leaving for Portland a week from today! I’m driving with one of my closest friends (and she’s just gotten two great bits of news, so we have a lot to celebrate). She’ll be staying with her brother and I’ll be staying with my partner. Though, I’ll have to do a ton of thesis work, a bit of a break is much needed. I’m so excited I get to spend it with my two favorite people. (C and the partner!) 

I also learned about an internship opportunity for a publishing company and I’m really thinking of applying, though it’s unpaid. It would be a great way to get my foot in the door, and to get more experience. It also seems like the company is willing to work with interns on what they don’t know, while also advocating for them in the career field. 

Things to do:

  • Type today’s SAC lesson plan
  • Come up with SAC lesson for tomorrow
  • Read second/last workshop story for tomorrow
  • Finish my persona essay due at noon tomorrow (also turned it in!!)
  • Go to post office
  • Go to grocery store