Yes, we were really susprised by that and yes, its wasnt unexpected but it really take us to another level, BUT I something was bothering me after watching the episode so I rewatched it and looked closely to their expressions and movements.
Its not unexpected to see Viktor being the free touchy person he is, but rather Yuuri getting accostumed to his touches, its really not surprising seeing how much time these two spent together. However, this:
To the offering Yuuri’s response was NO, one would expect surprise, but thats not the case, adding that his response was immediate, giving the chance that this happened before or how accostumed Yuuri is with the playful gestures of Viktor Also This:
The fond looks that they give to each other, it was- it is so intimate, so domestic, so natural between the two of them. They were only looking at each other it felt so natural. Plus, the way they hold each other, Viktor’s hand on Yuuri’s head, Yuuri’s hand on Viktor’s back, its so effortlessly, the eassiness and relax of their hold as if they had done that before or similar gestures for the matter. THE BLUSH: its not a deep blush or a tomatoe face, their blushes are slight, soft, candid, not for a teenager love, but a mature love, a knowed love.
In conclusion, I think that maybe these two adorable dorks did or tried to do that before. It passed almost a year so it isnt unexpected if they took their relationship this way. Im just saying That It Looks Natural, Normal, Easy for a very first kiss. Yuuri reacted like “Oh my god you did it in public, but Im not ashamed by that, Im pleased” not like “OH gosh we kissed oh oh my-”(and starts blushing profusely) SO they kissed AND thats the best thing ever.
I’m so mad at the people who steal, trace, and repost MY art on some other websites. Even my sketches are being re-edited and turned into digital in some website. The last time I posted something about this was Idk maybe last month or three months ago?
I saw someone who LITERALLY just traced my Design of Ennard, and I could fucking tell, that it was originally my design. All they did was just trace over the sketch on paper that I did, traced it on digital art, coloured it, AND CLAIMED AS THEIR OWN.
At first, I just tried to contain my feelings. I did my best to stay calm, and kept telling myself that it’s all just coincidence! I said to myself, “You’re overreacting Liz! Don’t worry!” and all that stuff, but you know what? I’M FUCKING SICK OF IT NOW.
PEOPLE ARE FUCKING TAKING ADVANTAGE OF ME. I saw them post my art somewhere on Instagram, Vk.com and Pinterest. I tried to talk to them politely to kindly to take it down, but all they did was block me. I made an account on THESE specific websites to kindly ask them to take down my art that they “claimed” to be theirs, but all they did was ignore me.
And also, guess what? I saw another user HERE IN TUMBLR, retrace MY design of Ennard. I could tell that they just fucking copied my DS of Ennard, YES THEY COPIED MY DS OF ENNARD. ALL THEY CHANGED WAS THE COLOUR OF HIS SHIRT. I thought long and hard to make Ennard’s DS, I made up his lose tie, and straps on his shirt and I know that they copied it BECAUSE IT IS CLEARLY OBVIOUS THAT THEY COPIED MY DESIGN. YES I KNOW WHO THE FUCK DID IT, BUT BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO RUIN THAT USER, I DON’T WANT TO NAME HIM/HER.
I don’t give a damn if you say things like, “BUT, I HAVE 500+ FOLLOWERS AND THEY KNOW THAT THIS ART ISN’T MINE,” or, “BUT I CREDITED YOUR ART,” or, “I JUST WANTED TO SHARE YOUR ART SOMEWHERE ELSE!”
FOR AS LONG AS YOU DIDN’T ASK PERMISSION FROM ME TO POST MY ART ON SOME OTHER WEBSITE,
IT’S FINE IF YOU SHARED/REBLOG IT BECAUSE THE POST WILL SHOW THAT YOU REBLOGGED/SHARED IT FROM ME AND IT SHOWS THE POST WAS ORIGINALLY POSTED BY ME, BUT IF YOU FUCKING REPOST IT SOMEWHERE EVEN THOUGH IT HAS CREDIT WITHOUT PERMISSION, YOU ARE STEALING MARK MY FUCKING WORDS
Why does D&D 4E bring out the worst in people that are not playing it?
Seriously, why when you put out some 4E artwork someone feels the need to comment “eew 4E” or “nice pic, but 4E sucks” why? I’m not offended that people don’t like the edition, but why do they need to go on someone’s artwork and express that opinion? This has happened to several of my 4E friends as well as me, for fuck’s sake once I talked with someone for weeks about roleplaying and they just proclaimed their hate for 4E and cut communication when I mentioned that was what I played.
I just don’t get it, I mean I’m not really fond of 3.5, and I’ll gladly discuss the problems and advantage of any edition or system, but I don’t need to randomly comment on people’s work that I don’t like the system they are playing.
What is it about 4E and bringing out the worst in the people who don’t even play it?
You have this completely passionate experience with music, or with
whatever you’re creating, whether it’s a film, or a television series,
maybe you write poetry, or you put on a play. I make music. The second I
put it out in the world it gets eaten by a computer and it starts
running through all these numbers and systems and gets a ranking. It’s
terrifying. I think what we have to remember is the way that we talk
about that process is really what the problem is … placing the
importance on those charts, placing the importance on that system. What
happens is, you start trying to influence the artist and industry and
how they approach their work. You try to approach channeling the artist
toward being successful within that system. When you do that you take
the power out of the hands of the artist and put it in the hands of the
corporation. That means you, at home with your guitar, you have less
chance of making it happen on your own because you need someone in a
corporate tower somewhere to tell you ‘This is how you do it. This is
how you’re gonna make it on the top of the charts. This is how you make
it on the radio’. But I don’t want that to be who is dictating what
music I’m listening to, I don’t think any of us want that to be what’s
dictating what we’re listening to. - Lady Gaga
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A/N: I’m currently going through Dead Week/Finals week and it sucks and I really need Dean Winchester to come to my campus and distract me for a few moments. Like we can go eat burgers and stuff like come on????
“Just finish your finals, Y/N. Seriously. Get your
shit together,” You mumbled to yourself as you quickly walked out of the
library. It was the most dreaded week for a college student, especially for
those who had to endure the torture that was Quarter Systems. Dead Week was a
bitch and you felt as if you were drowning with the amount of last minute
projects and papers that your professors so generously slammed you with. All
you wanted to do was go back to your dorm, curl in bed with your boyfriend’s tshirt
and sleep for a couple days. But you couldn’t. Because then you were surely
going to have a mental breakdown, more so than you already were. It was an
incredibly beautiful March day, and it made it all the more difficult to
concentrate on your studies. You felt your heart pound painfully against your
chest as you thought about all the things that needed to be done. Your hands
shook slightly and you tried with all your might to calm down but nothing was
College wasn’t as great as the media made it out to
You were pretty sure you hadn’t eaten a decent meal in
over a week and you honest to god couldn’t remember the last time you slept a
full 7 hours. It was just so damn hard.
A familiar engine roared in the distance, snapping you
out of your anxiety filled thoughts. Quickly looking around in confusion, you
tried to spot the source of the familiar engine purr. There was only one person
in which you desperately hoped it could be. But it was nearly impossible since
he was all the way across the country dealing with some stuff with his younger
But before you knew it, a beautiful 1967 Chevy Impala
pulled into your campus, heading towards the parking lot that was placed next
to your dorm. The sleek black glistened in the sunlight, and you briefly caught
a glimpse of the handsome man - your boyfriend, smirking as he pulled up.
“Hey, sweetheart,” His rough voice made you blush. The
curious gazes of fellow college goers did not go unnoticed as they walked by the
classic car, trying to see who the mysterious man was.
“You’re a lifesaver, Dean Winchester,” He shrugged
nonchalantly, although amusement danced in his moss green eyes. He quickly got
out and pulled you in for a tight hug, planting a soft kiss on your lips before
grabbing your books and bag, throwing them in the backseat of the Impala. A
study break was very much needed.