i should probably start training for something

Theory: Fukurodani To Win Nationals

alternatively: this is a shounen sports manga so literally anyone could win for any reason whatsoever but a Fukurodani win would not be the worst possible choice and could in fact be an excellent choice

The tricky thing about theorizing who could win nationals is that none of the teams talk about winning nationals. It’s all about the act of going and what they will do there. Past winners aren’t even mentioned. But we’re 234 chapters into this. For the story, for the characters, and for myself as a fan, I want our current teams to get what they want and deserve, but I want them to aspire for more in the future. Or as Coach Nekomata says in ch.96:

[Note: I’m sorry not sorry for this monstrosity of a post. This is by no means a definitive edition. Beware that below the cut is image heavy and full of spoilers.]


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NCT as Things I’ve Heard In School

Taeyong: “I’m breaking up with my boyfriend after summer is over because I refuse to be taken when college starts.”

Taeil: “After we graduate you’ll probably never see me again”

Johnny: “Would a microwave fit in my locker?”

Yuta: “Someone with a face like this should nOT FEEL THIS STRESSED!!!”

Doyoung: “We’re all on a speeding train heading for death”

Jaehyun: “WHY IS THERE NO BREAD IN THE CAFETERIA?!”

Winwin: *smug smile* “I’ve not done my own homework ONCE since school started”

Mark: *asks this every week* “Want me to buy you something from the café?”

Haechan: “You should start school fires at the beginning of the semester.”

mysilenceisamask  asked:

Supercat #18

Kara threw open the door to her apartment, barely remembering to slam it shut, stomping all the way to the dining room table. She sat down furiously, opening her laptop, hitting the call button, waiting impatiently as she chewed her lip until the video box popped up on screen.

“I’m coming,” she quickly spat before she could lose her nerve.

“You’re…what?” Cat looked at her like she had six heads.

“Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, I’m coming,” she nodded, rocking a little as she crossed her arms. “To join you…in your new endeavor. Whatever that might be.”

“I see,” Cat exhaled, rubbing her temples. “And why, exactly…”

“I just can’t do it anymore,” the younger woman began to crack, eyelids filling, threatening to spill. “Alright?”

“Meaning?”

“Work for CatCo,” Kara admitted, looking anywhere but at the screen. “Be a reporter. Slave away for a person who will never give me the satisfaction of letting me know when I’ve done something right. Any of it.”

She failed to mention all of the non-work related reasons why she felt like her life was spiraling out of control.

Cat watched her closely, trying to gauge just how serious this quarter-life crisis was going to be.

“Okay,” she finally shrugged.

“That’s…wait, really?” she startled, not expecting that response. “You’re…really okay with…because you did say I would always have a job with you, wherever…”

“Yes, darling, I remember it well,” Cat replied familiarly. “I know exactly what I said, and I meant it.”

“Oh…okay. Good.”

“Except I don’t have a job for you just yet,” she continued. “My next endeavor currently consists of taking a road trip cross-country to visit with publishers, eating as many tacos as one human can reasonably consume, all while trying to write something that will be of interest to anyone other than myself and my teenage son.“ 

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Draco x Reader - Friendzoned. (3)

Hello, loves! xx Sorry that this one took so long, but I’m kinda in the middle of moving, and it was pretty hard to balance it out, but we are almost at the end of the fifth year! Hope you will like it, and let me know if you want to be tagged in the next parts xx

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Originally posted by ilaydaztrk

Lately, Draco was going trough a very frustrating phase in his life. He felt like he had been tossed aside by Y/N and Theo. Two people, who were the closest to him trough out the school years.

Draco really wanted to think of Pansy as one too, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it, and that gave him a lot to think about. He noticed that lately, he became very cold towards his girlfriend, not being able to act any differently around her.

But Draco’s mind was elsewhere.

He couldn’t stop thinking about Potter and the things that he had been up to, thanks to Umbridge’s constant nagging for reports. He joined her Inquisitorial Squad in order to please his father, as he always did, and this time he intended to make him proud. That’s why he tried to give his best, which eventually led to developing a slight obsession with Harry Potter. He wanted to sack him, really badly and was searching for anything that he could use against him. But so far he had nothing, making him a nervous wreck.

And then, there were also them.

Draco couldn’t help, but feel jealous of the way Theo and Y/N have been spending so much time together on their own lately. Almost every day, they disappeared after dinner, making him wonder what it was that they were doing. Of course, he could just ask them, but his pride always managed to step in, and stop him from doing so.

After some time he began to suspect that they started seeing each other in secret, the thought alone making him feel anxious.

Draco tried to convince himself, that he just missed his best friend and his best mate, but he knew that there was more to it.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he dreaded the thought of Theo and Y/N becoming a couple.

Thanks to the O.W.L’s exams that they were going to have this year, Theo’s and Y/N’s school work has doubled, making it almost impossible to leave the library before it’s closure. And with the tutoring that they promised to one another, they sometimes had to sneak out after curfew to the room of requirement, in which they could practice for a little bit.

But in the middle of all of that, they needed to take some breaks as well, and that’s just what Y/N was doing as she sat on the ground, leaning back against the mirror walls. She reached for the latest copy of the Daily Prophet, that she had hidden in her bag, not yet being able to read it.

“Theo, have you seen this?” Y/N asked him after a few minutes while standing up and passing him the newspaper, the preoccupation in her voice easily detectable “They managed to escape”

He took it and started to read the article that Y/N pointed out. There had been a mass breakout from Azkaban, which probably involved most of the Death Eaters that had been locked up, since Voldemort’s death.

“Well, that’s not a surprise” he huffed and threw the piece of paper on the floor “I suspected something like this to happen, but I thought we had more time”

“Don’t you think we should tell the rest about the Dumbledore’s Army? They could use some training, you know”

Y/N felt guilty. A few months ago she and Theo have been invited to become a part of the group that Harry Potter founded in order to teach and generally prepare some students for what was coming. They thought it was a brilliant idea, and joined them, putting aside their pride. But as much as they wanted to, they knew that they couldn’t tell the rest about it. It was already a miracle, that they had been informed, that such a group existed. Harry risked a lot by telling them, but to be honest, the two have always been on good terms with him, unlike the rest of their housemates.

And with Potter being the leader, they knew that they would tell him off to Umbridge right away.

Lately, the Inquisitorial Squad had been terrorizing Hogwarts, with the power that came with their shiny new silver badges.

Y/N tried to talk to Draco about the way he was behaving, but he didn’t listen. All he wanted to discuss was Potter’s plans and Umbridge’s new orders, that he had to obey to. That’s why after a while she had enough and preferred not to talk at all. She found comfort in the library, where she could forget about it while indulging in her homework and books, that surrounded her.

“That’s out of the question” Theo stated firmly, trying not to raise his voice “You know they would tell the Pink Frog all about it”

“How about Blaise?” she countered, noticing the blush appearing on Theo’s face.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, since you guys apparently have a thing for each other I thought you would like him to join”

“I’m not stupid Y/N” he took off his glasses and rubbed his face “I like him. I really do, but I know he wouldn’t be able to keep it from Umbridge. You are well aware of the fact, that Blaise, Daphne, Draco, and Pansy are doing everything in order to please her”

“I know” she huffed irritated and covered her face with her hands “What’s gotten into them, Theo?”

“The want to succeed can sometimes take a big toll on someone, remember that darling”


“Great job Y/N! Keep it up” Harry shouted and patted her on the shoulder, as a silver light left her wand, slowly forming into a little fox.

“Finally!” she gasped, grinning at the sight of the animal, playfully swirling around her. Patronus was the spell that she really worked hard on, knowing it could be very useful in the future.

She had to admit that Harry was, in fact, a great teacher. He had this kind of radiating energy within him, the second he stepped his foot in the room of requirement, already telling the others what he had planned for the lesson. Harry always made sure to help out everyone, checking their progress as the time went on.

Filled with pride, thanks to her recent victory, Y/N approached Theo, who was still struggling with the spell. As she did so, she noticed that the chandelier over their heads began to shake slightly.

“Theo” Y/N tugged on his sleeve, a frown appearing on her face “Something is wrong“ He turned around to face her, his mind still fixated on the failed attempts that he did in order to conjure a Patronus.

“What is it?”

A muted pounding sound emerged from the outside, taking everyone’s attention. The room fell silent, as the noise became constantly louder.

As some students tried to come closer in order to identify the source of the echoing pounding, it stopped for a minute. In the brief silence, they heard Umbridge’s voice coming trough, casting a variety of spells in order to open the entrance.

Out of pure instinct, Y/N grabbed Theo’s hand, as the bricks flew across the room. When the white mist settled down, they could see Umbridge with Filch, Draco and the rest of the Inquisitorial Squad by her side.

For a moment Y/N and Draco looked at each other, disbelief and utter shock appearing on their features, as a firm “Catch them” resounded in the air.


“Y/N!” Draco shouted as she ran into the direction of their common room, not bothered enough to react, to his attempts to stop her.

“Y/N, stop! We need to talk”

“I do not have anything to tell you, Draco” she said quietly, still not facing him as he managed to grab her arm.

“You don’t have anything to tell me?! How could you and your secret, sneaky boyfriend go around with Potter behind my back!”

“What?!” she turned around the fury gathering within her “How do you dare! Are you that oblivious Malfoy?!”

“Oblivious to what?!”

“Everything!” she shouted, releasing all of the emotions, that she had been accumulating throughout the school year “You go around this school like a little puppet, terrorizing everyone at any occasion you possibly get. You do everything that she tells you to do, no matter how bad it is, and you subdued yourself to the idiotic system that the Ministry had put upon us. At first, I thought that you were just pretending that you were on their side, but now I can’t believe how horribly wrong I was all this time”

“I am no-”

“Yes, you are Draco!” Y/N cut him off, not being able to stand his mendacity any longer “Don’t you know how badly you treated everyone?! Using the power that Frog has given you must have felt incredible. Am I right?”

“I…” he choked out not really knowing what to say at her sudden outburst. Usually, such words didn’t affect him, but that’s because the accusations that he heard towards him were mostly wrong. But everything that Y/N said was the truth, that he had been pushing away. Not because he felt bad for the damages that he took part in, but because he didn’t want to realize, that he had become the person that was capable of doing such things in the first place.

“Don’t bother” she waved him off and started walking into the direction of her dorm, suddenly feeling the urge to add something in “And by the way, Theo is not my secret, sneaky boyfriend, as you charmingly put it” Y/N walked out of the room, leaving Draco behind. He didn’t know what to do, or what to say, so he opted for the best option he thought that he had. Escape.

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2017 Shamrock Shuffle 8K
28:49, 5:48/mi, 9th age group, 223rd overall

I was shooting for 30:00 in my return to racing after rehabbing from plantar fasciitis. After a few weeks training at that level, I had an inkling I could pull off something better, but you never really know until you’re out there. Even though this was 43 seconds slower than last year, I’m very pleased with how far I’ve come after cutting back a lot over the winter.

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Victor… hasn’t… trained… in the past 8 months… he can’s just fucking go and enter the Nationals, which are, like, 2 weeks away from the GPF or whatever? 

Like, yeah, he has been coaching Yuuri… but… coaching is not the same as actively training to get your physical condition to top performance status… he also has no programs that he could present… I know he’s a genius, and whatever, but your talent can only take you so far if your body is not prepared. He couldn’t even keep up with Yuuri, and he’d only been on a break for a couple of months. 

He probably meant he’d prepare for the NEXT Russian Nationals (starts around September). 

IDK tho, we should ask someone who’s actually a skater or in the skating fandom or whatever. I’m more of a swimming person, but I assume similar “I have to train for this” mind-set goes for more than one kind of athletic discipline. It’s not just “OH LOL I’LL DO THAT. YES. MY BODY WILL TOTALLY ALLOW FOR THAT.” 
I could be super wrong tho. I don’t know (Yuuri DID lose something like 30 lbs in 2 weeks, so who knows?) . 

So this is what I’m saying:
- Victor will be there for Yuuri as his coach at the 2014 Japan Nationals (which are like, a week away from the GPF, so it makes sense) 
- They spend New Year’s in Hasetsu. It’s beautiful, Everyone cries goodbyes.
- They all move to train to St. Petersburg. 
- I have no idea how time would allow for Victor to train alongside Yuuri, because time is linear, but whatever, they somehow both train as high-performance athletes under Yakov, in a way, but Victor gets to kiss Yuuri.  
- Victor could still fill-in as Yuuri’s coach at the 4 continents, since he still wouldn’t be competing in that (that’s in February). 
- IDK what other important things come afterwards, so maybe NOW Yuuri and Victor finally get to have sex, once all the pressure’s off and whatever. 

Also, I think we could be getting a season 2 by 2018, in time for the Pyeongchang Winter Olympics, when hype would be at its peak. Also, animation takes a million years to make.

But IDK, man. I’ve been wrong about every single thing in this anime. 

bobthejob  asked:

Hi! I wanted to ask a question about training. I want to train my rats to do tricks and stuff (also to stay in one place to make weighing easier) but im running into the issue that the rats are TOO friendly. Like. I cant get them to stop running around on me and focusing on me long enough to actually focus on training. Also, they always know when i have food and are too focused on the treats to listen to what im saying or anything. Any tips? Thanks have a great day!

I would suggest teaching them a “station” where they have to sit to train and get attention during training. It should be something you only introduce to the space when you want to train, and be a specific shape/color/height so it’s distinct. You’ll probably have to capture the behavior of being on it at first - you can start with just touching it - or you can use good to lure them on and reward them for staying. If they get off, food stops - get back on, food comes back. If they get off and walk away, take it out and end the interaction session. They’ll figure out pretty quickly they need to stay on it to get food and attention when you’re training.

You also might want to try training them separately, as multiple animals are hard to focus on. If so, set up a specific area with the station to introduce them to when it’s time to train and don’t let them hang out there - they’ll learn that being there means its training time.

anonymous asked:

Can't exactly remember who, but one of the writers/producers said that Nygmobblepot could go either way in s4 and it depends on fans' reaction to the finale. Should we start a twitter "campaign" about Nygmobblepot and tweet the writers something around "the finale was gr8 and thank you for all though make them canon in s4 plz"?

DADDY CANON SAID IT //sobs// 

Yes! We should start a Twitter campaign. I can’t do it because I’m never on Twitter, but please gather each other up and let the writers/producers/etc know what you want. If you still wanna be on the nygmobblepositivity train, we have to band together and make ourselves known in the politest way possible lmao

Last summer we didn’t know what the writers were planning for Season 3. They probably got to their tables and decided to go with the formula of romance-war before we could even see episode 1. Now if we speak up and react to the finale, they will most likely translate that into their current script making currently for season 4. I’m sure they’re still figuring out what the arcs of season 4 are going to be about.

Arthur x Reader: Of Horseback Rides & Swordfights

I don’t own the image, and I don’t own BBC’s Merlin.  Other than that, enjoy!

“Remember, Y/N, we are travelling to Camelot with the hopes of forging an alliance,” Your mother reminded you after you complained about the dress you were wearing for the hundredth time.  “So please try to act like a proper princess.”  You groaned and sunk farther into your seat.  “I mean it!  You are going to be spending the day with Prince Arthur while we converse with his father, so please try to set a good example.  That means acting like a lady, doing what he wants to do, and for goodness sake, no fighting!”  You reluctantly agreed, and huffed to yourself.  Why was it such a crime for girls to learn to defend themselves?  Or to do something they actually want to do?  Your parents had always been lenient about letting you pursue your own interests – until they realized that you had become a little too strong-willed for their tastes.  Since then, they had confiscated your swords, and had holed you up in your room to immerse yourself in the ever-exhilarating art of embroidery.  Them trying to change you only made you even more determined to fight back.  However, you knew how important this alliance was to your kingdom, so even if you hated to admit it, you’d have to go along with their wishes today.  The carriage pulled to a stop at the castle steps, and the door was opened.  Your father stepped out first and turned to help your mother and yourself.  King Uther and Prince Arthur met you at the bottom of the steps.  Your father and mother bowed and you mimicked them.  While your parents spoke to the King, you felt a tap on your shoulder.  You turned to see Prince Arthur smiling down at you.  Startled by his sudden appearance, you dipped into a curtsy. 

“My Lord,” You murmured as you straightened.  He bowed.

“Welcome to Camelot, my Lady,” He said.

“Thank you, my Lord.  Camelot is a lovely place.”

“Thank you, but I cannot take credit.  It is the people who make Camelot the place it is.”   You both entered into an awkward silence for a few moments.  It was broken by King Uther.

“Arthur, why don’t you show Princess Y/N around Camelot while I discuss some things with the King and Queen?”

“That sounds like an excellent idea, Your Majesty,” Your father agreed.  Arthur turned to your parents.

“The we shall take our leave.  Your Majesty,” He bowed to your father, who nodded in reply.  “Your Highness,” Your mother curtsied.  You curtsied to your father and hugged your mother. 

“Be a lady,” She hissed in your ear before releasing you.  You gave a tight-lipped smile in return and nodded.  Arthur offered you his arm and you took it.  This is going to be a long day.

“Do you ride, My Lady?”  Arthur asked you as you strolled around the castle grounds.

“Please call me Y/N, My Lord.  Everybody else does.”  He gave a short chuckle.

“Very well.  Do you ride, Y/N?”  He asked again.

“Not often, My Lord,  I—”

“Arthur.”  You smiled.

“Not often, Arthur, I have little interest in such things.”  In all honesty, you loved to ride, but you remembered your parents’ warnings and you didn’t want to be responsible for creating a rift between the two kingdoms.  Arthur seemed disappointed by your answer.

“Well, it is not for everyone.”   He agreed.  He looked around for another conversation starter, and his eyes landed on the sparring grounds. 

“Have you any interest in the art of combat?”

“A little,” You decided to let the truth slip out a little. “But I’ve never had an opportunity to pursue such a sport.”

“I would be happy to show you some moves, if you’d like,” He suggested.  You wanted to accept his offer so badly, but you knew you couldn’t accept.

“Thank you, but I really shouldn’t.”  You said quietly.  He didn’t listen to you, and began to lead you towards the sparring grounds.

“Oh, come on!  Twenty minutes won’t hurt anyone.”    You laughed.

“Alright, alright,” You gave in quite happily.  When you entered the arena, you noticed two pairs of Knights training, while one supervised.  Arthur called over to them, and they stopped. 

“Men, I’d like you to meet Princess Y/N.  Y/N, these are my Knights.  Sir Leon,” He gestured to the man that was shouting orders to the men. “Sir Lancelot,” A dark-haired man with a gentle smile. “Sir Elyan,” The knight that wasn’t paying attention and stiffened at the sound of his name, causing you to chuckle. “Sir Percival,” A massive man who looked intimidating. “And Sir Gwaine,” A long haired man who winked at you.  The red-haired one—Leon—noticed and smacked him upside the head.  The five men bowed, and you answered with a curtsey.  “I’m going to show Y/N some tricks to swordplay.”

“Forgive me sire, but is this something a lady should partake in?” Sir Leon asked.

“Probably not, but I accepted his offer.”  You interjected.  Sir Leon nodded, and sent Sir Gwaine to retrieve a pair of blunt swords.  He handed one to you and one to Arthur, who was setting up a training dummy.  Seeing that you were ready to begin, he motioned for you to come over.

“Alright, we’ll start with two basic moves.  This is a lunge,” He mimicked the move. “And this a parry.”  He watched you try them.  “No, wait.  Your grip is a little off.”  You, of course, knew this, but you didn’t want it to seem like you knew what you were doing.  After thinking of a way to help correct you, he came up with an idea.  Coming so he stood behind you, he reached his arms around you and placed his hands over yours.  He slid your hands into the correct position, and led you through the motions once more.  He stepped back, satisfied with your improvement.  “You’re a fast learner, Y/N.”  He walked over to where he had laid down his sword and retrieved it.  “I think you’re ready for an actual opponent.”  He moved to the centre of the arena and waved his sword at you. “I’ll go easy on you,” He promised with a smile. 

“I wouldn’t if I were you,” You mumbled under your breath with a grin on your face.

“What?”

“N-Nothing!”  You shouted back.  He shrugged.  You began to circle each other, slowly coming closer.  When you were closer, you spoke again.  “You sure you want to go easy on me?  I’m sure I could handle it.”

“Forgive me, Y/N, but I don’t think you are.”

“So be it.”  You swung your sword as you advanced.  Arthur’s eyes widened as he began to deflect blow after blow.    While he kept on the defense, you noticed that his left knee was left unguarded.  You struck him in the back of the knee with the flat part of your sword, sending him sprawling.  You stood over him with your blade at his throat.  The Knights howled with laughter.

“The Mighty Prince Arthur…beaten by a girl!”  Sir Gwaine choked out as he slammed his fist on the fence.  Arthur’s face turned red as you put your blade down.

“I thought… you said you…couldn’t…fight!” He panted.

“I never said that.  I said I didn’t.”  You grinned.  “But if you haven’t noticed, I lied.  I also happen to go riding as much as possible.”  His jaw dropped open as he took in all this new information.

“Then why did you lie?”  He asked, still in shock about the fact that a princess had beaten him in a swordfight.

“My parents told me to,” You said, growing serious.  “They don’t want me to endanger the chances of forming a treaty with Camelot.”  His eyes softened as he listened to you.

“Well you may be right about that; if my father knew he’d be…shocked, to say the least.  But, lucky for you, I’m not him.”   You looked at him, shocked.

“What?”

“Personally, I don’t have an issue with girls learning how to defend themselves.  So if you’d like,” His face began to turn a light shade of red.  “I’d be happy to practice swordplay with you.”  He mumbled that last bit.  You smiled.

“As long as horseback rides are included,” You answered jokingly.  He grinned.  

“Of course, My Lady.”  He bowed dramatically.  “In fact, the sun will still be up for a few hours more, so would you care to go riding right now?”  He offered his arm and you slipped yours through his.

“It would be my pleasure.“

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sarah-september  asked:

Hey I'm a freshman in college and will be commuting (about 40 minutes each way) in the spring. Any tips or advice for commuting to college?

I did 5.5 years of commuting for undergrad & grad school, so this is definitely something I can help with.

  • First, start with my guide of Essentials for Commuters.
  • Buy a parking pass immediately. Commuting students should get first dibs, but that only works if you apply early.
  • Know where you’re allowed to park on campus. There’s probably a designated commuter lot.
  • Give yourself lots of time to travel during rush hour and inclement weather.
  • Always check the weather before you leave in the morning.
  • Have a back-up route (or know the area well) in case of heavy traffic or road closures.
  • If you’re taking public transportation, know your alternate options in case the train is delayed. Keep a copy of the train or bus schedule on you somewhere.
  • If you’re using public transportation, see if your school offers a shuttle service to the station. Learn that schedule, too.
  • Find somewhere on campus that you can spend time between or before classes. Lots of colleges have designated commuter lounges, but other options are cafes and libraries.
  • Find the microwave. It’s probably in that same lounge, but sometimes it’s in the cafeteria. That microwave is your new best friend. Of course, you might be lucky enough to have all of your meals at home and can avoid this entirely.
  • Look into renting a locker on campus, especially if all of your classes are on the same day. This will allow you to keep your books somewhere other than your car (good if it’s a long walk or if the weather sucks) so you don’t have to carry them all day. Also a good place to keep snacks.
  • Carry a water bottle. Personally, I like the refillable plastic cups with straws.
  • Wear sensible shoes if you need to be walking long distances from your car to class or walking all over campus. Keep a pair of sneakers in your car, if you need to.
  • Make sure your professors know you are a commuting student. If they know ahead of time, they’re more likely to forgive you when you show up late to class one night or when you can’t just “drop by” their office with little notice.
Hired by BigHit: Bittersweet- Part 4

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Summary: You’ve always had respect for Min Yoongi’s musical talent. As one of BigHit’s new producers, you now get to experience both the bitter and sweet sides of him.

Parts: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 [END]

Hired by BigHit Series: Taehyung // Hoseok // Yoongi // Seokjin // Namjoon // Jungkook // Jimin


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I had an ungodly dream that haunts me, and will probably haunt me to the end of my days. First, Popeye was real. As if that wasn’t disturbing enough, he was like a subway guard or something. I had gotten off the train and saw him there, mean mugging the shit out of passengers. He had like an anime sword on his back, like that one from bleach, and kept threatening to use it should someone try something. I guess I looked at him wrong cuz he stared at me and started to unsheathe his blade. He readied his stance and said in his iconic voice “you shouldn’t have tested me mortal.” Or something to that effect, then he started to run at me. That was like, the third most horrifying dream I’ve had.

— reaching out ;

starter for @rkwendy !

so far, to dawon, it was safe to say that june hasn’t exactly been all that great. truthfully, each day arguably felt bleaker than the last—but at least things were starting to feel a little easier. she’s been distracted, especially when it comes to her relationships with other people. while she’s been training harder than ever in an attempt to distract herself, it hardly feels like she’s been speaking with the other trainees as much as she should have, which is something that she should probably fix. she’s been quiet, awaiting instruction so that she can follow it to the best of her ability.

she’s training with wendy when she finally attempts to start an overdue conversation. dawon’s hesitant at first, not sure if she should actually try to spend time with the others—but it ultimately felt like a good idea. “wendy, hey… i know you’ve been working hard on putting this whole thing together, and… i just wanted to say thanks.” maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea to interrupt their training for small talk, but dawon didn’t care.

@arcanepaths

Of course it would be no surprise that he had dozed off so easily during the day, given his still somewhat frequent late nights. He was generally always tired to begin with, and doing that helped none.

But it wouldn’t stop the slight confusion as he stirred awake to the feeling of something being placed over him, slightly sitting up and blinking sleepily.

“Huh? Oh, I…!” He tensed for a moment, trying to figure out where he was, “S-Sorry, I fell asleep again, didn’t I?”

“O - oh, no! I’m the one who should apologize for waking you!!” She had meant to do it gently, but it would appear it still caused him to be awake. However, she immediately decided to drop it, recognizing she would probably make an apology train start up on something small. “U - uhm ….” 

“…. Mishima-san, you work really hard. Have you been able to get any sleep recently?”

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can you do a sequel to Corrin fights Leo? :D pretty please!!

(Want to change the name? Use this!)

His eyes were cold as steel as he rode, moving quickly through the forestry in search of the camp. His battalion had caught wind of a group of Hoshidans and Nohrian defectors travelling in this area, tripping a signal that alerted his scouts where they were.

Despite a number of protests from his retainers, he ordered them to let him come alone. If all went well, he would send word for them to join him. Until then, his search went on without a partner. Funny enough, that’s exactly what he was searching for; his partner.

The ring chained around his neck was grasped tightly in his hand. Long fingers shielding it from view, holding it as if it were a fragile creature. It made his heart pound, his palms sweat. He grimaced, lips quirking downward as his search continued.

There had yet to be any sign of the camp, any sign of his future comrades (assuming the accepted him). After siding with Nohr, who’s to say you would want him along with your ragtag team of both kingdoms? He wasn’t sure they’d want him, but he didn’t have much choice. He defected from Nohr, after all. He did it for you.

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Love, Nerves, and a Severe Lack of Patience

Written for @booksandweapons for generally being cool and helping me get as into this delightful ship as I am today. 


Blake had done many things in her life.  She had marched in dozens of faunus rights protests, and led more than a few over the years.  She had stood strong when the police turned water cannons, tear gas, and, on more than one occasion, actual guns on her and her fellow protestors.  She had stared down armed men and women who outnumbered her ten to one without blinking, all in the name of the cause.  And, once she decided that the organization that had practically raised her was no longer one that deserved her loyalty, she left.  Since then, she had slain countless Grimm and foiled several evil plots.

She could do something as simple as asking Ruby Rose out on a date.

Couldn’t she?

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Choices (Derek Hale)

Requested by: annabella-applewhite23

Requester’s response: Just read the imagine and I must say that it was very lovely. I really enjoyed reading it :). It was interesting for me the fact that y/n was an alpha as well and was born a wolf. For some reason I see myself as a banshee. So, being not only a werewolf but an alpha was new to me. :) thank you so much for writing it! Loved it!

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Your name: submit What is this?


What would I do without your smart mouth? Drawing me in, and you kicking me out. You’ve got my head spinning, no kidding, I can’t pin you down.

Before you even make it to the loft door you can already hear Derek’s fist pounding against the punching bag, one after the other. Things between you two haven’t been going to well after you found out that he is turning teenagers into werewolves for his pack. Let’s just say you two have been giving him the silent treatment and you can tell that he is getting tired of it. 

You open the heavy loft door to see shirtless him stop and look at you but soon go back to punching the bag. Just as he does this you walk in tossing your keys on the table. Without saying another word you head for the stairs to start walking up them. He stops you halfway as he stops boxing to say, “Are we really going to continue to ignore each other.”

Your hands rest against the rail as you response in an aggravated tone, “That depends, are you going to go around making huge decisions without me again.”

His face expression turns even more serious as he lets out a deep breath, “Y/N I did what I had to.”

“You didn’t have to do anything Derek you chose to do this.” Your voice gets louder as you walk back down. 

He stays quite as you continue to talk, “You made a sudden decision that you wanted to make, you did what you wanted to do once again.”

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anonymous asked:

How would Mark act or be when you guys are out with your friends for the first time, introducing Mark to your friends as your boyfriend. This can be a reaction or scenario. Your choicee

I think Mark would initially be very shy. These are your close friends and he’s meeting them for the first time as your boyfriend so it’s a given that he’d be a bit nervous. But if I feel like he finds a conversation topic that he can really get into, he can show a bit of his personality more.

“Guys, this is my boyfriend Mark. Mark, these are my friends” you introduced your beau as you met up with your friends at your favorite restaurant. “Hey” he’d reply shyly with a smile, giving each of your friends a handshake. “So Mark, tell us a bit about yourself” your closest gal pal offered up after you all ordered some food. “Uh… there’s not much to tell” he said scratching the back of his neck. “Don’t lie” you’d say elbowing him in the side, with a smirk. He’d look at you with a bit of relief, remembering that these were your closest friends and he should just be himself.

“Well, I’m originally from Los Angeles. I’m 21 (by American age). I used to play volleyball but now I’m doing martial arts tricking” he’d say with a bit of confidence. “Martial arts tricking? No way! Where do you train?” one of your guy friends asked. “No where specific, but I train with this guy, Andy Le” (it’s legit, I looked it up lol). “No way bro, that guy’s super legit!” your friend said in excitement. “He really is, dude, whenever he teaches me something new, the adrenaline gets pumping— Do you trick, too?” “I’m just starting out, but I’m super hyped to get more into it” your friend said proudly. “We should train together some time, I could probably teach you a few things” he said with a joking eyebrow raise. 

"Gosh, you two are such typical guys” you and your gal pals snorted as you sipped on your drinks. “Yes. Yes we are” your friend replied. “Honestly, Y/N, if this guy wasn’t here I’d probably still be stuttering over there” he said, nodding at your friends. “It’s okay, Mark, I told you. They’re weird. Like me. Like us… Like the both of us. But really, I know they’ll love you… because I know I do” you cringed at your cheesiness. “Laaaaaaaame” your friends said in unison at your coupley moment. Mark lay a hand on your knee and gave it a squeeze, a sign that he was getting more comfortable, as he smiled widely at you.

AU things

I’m sorry I had these in my phone’s notes for a while now and as you might have noticed I’m in an au mood so HERE WE GO! They’re cute to cliché to weird … Idek

* I woke up with a name tattooed on my body and I have no idea who that WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT’S YOUR NAME au
* we met on Omegle 3 times now, this can’t be a coincidence au
* LET’S PLAYER DUO AU
* we pretended to date for the fun of it and now I don’t want it to stop?? au
* this flight is boring but the person sitting next to me is kinda cute au
* arranged marriage au
* I have nightmares, but it’s okay when someone holds my hand, hold my hand please or yknow just hold me? au
* we had a one night stand like four years ago and now we’ve met again what is this awkward tension au
* our parents dragged us to church for christmas, wanna leave and make out just to spite them? au
* what no I’m not in love with you i just CAN’T STAND TO SEE YOU DANCE WITH SOMEONE ELSE THE FUCK THEY THINK THEY’RE DOING au
* I hate you but now we have to sing a romantic duet in choir au
* your Pokémon suck. Let me help you out au
* bonding over mutual hatred au
* we’re forced to watch a bad romance movie and the protagonists’ names are the same as ours au
* what do you mean there’s fan fiction about us au
* you accidently readjusted all the important settings and now I have to do all of it again fuck you au
* no, I am not the person you think I am, who are you au
* I don’t know why but I can’t fucking stand you but everybody loves you and I’m there in the corner pretending you’re okay but wAIT DON’T ACTUALLY BE REALLY COOL THAT WASN’T PART OF MY PLAN au
* can I stay here? I kinda got lost and it’s raining. A LOT. please? au
* you’re destined to destroy the world, I’m destined to save it, we should probably stop kissing and start fighting au
* WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY FAVOURITE MOVIE IS SHIT EX-FUCKING-CUSE YOU STRANGER au
* you saw me crying on the train and thought something had happened but I really just read a sad fic au
* you, an irl acquaintance, have seen my nsfw blog, I am now going to die, goodbye au
* omg that irl acquaintance is into the same weird shit as me according to their nsfw blog au
* every single one of our classmates and teachers ships us au
* I love you so much but our friendship is what keeps me together and if you don’t feel the same way things will never be as they were so I’m not going to say anything and instead live a life of pain and sorrow au
* ALPACAS. amirite? au
* I’d appreciate if you stopped coming into my shop trying to buy stuff we don’t sell au
* what on earth have you done to get kicked out of a toy store au
* you stood by me in that ugly anon fight on tumblr au
* I know you don’t like me but PLEASE you’re the only person who I know has read that book I just finished and I NEED TO VENT au

"Imagine Kili standing on his tippy toes trying to kiss you"

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It had been a long day. The company had traveled many miles and were now in sight of the mountain. You and Kili had stayed up late into the night, laying on a rocky outcrop staring up at the stars. You were far enough away from the rest of the group that your giggles and Kili’s hushed stories didn’t wake anyone, but you tried to keep quiet nonetheless. 

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