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Jealous- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by welbecks

Ahhh! I love Andre! XD You’ve all started a trend! Everyone loves Andre apparently! Which I am A-OK with! I wrote a version of this, hated it, so I rewrote it and LOVE IT now (even though it’s kind of short sorry)! So anon I hope you do too!!! Once again everyone let me know what you think!

Note: Ok I figured out how to queue things so as long as the imagine gets written, I’ll post one at 10 pm Eastern Standard time and one at 10 am Eastern Standard time!!! (That’s two a day until the requests stop!)

Warnings: Alcohol, flirting

Anon Request: I have another Andre request😂 sorry if it’s annoying and you don’t have to write it you don’t want to. Can you do a date night and some guy hits on andres gf and he gets jealous. Thank you

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              You sat on a barstool, swirling your drink with the stirrer, looking towards the door every few minutes.

              He was late.

              Figures.

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Sunday Plans

You got Dean on Friday, so you’re getting Jensen today.

That’ll be this evening.

Plan to spend the day writing, so I should have an array of Dean, Jensen MAYBE Jared and Sam Blurbs for you tonight.

Wahoo for productivity.

Also, maybe I’ll work on fine tuning I’m Yours Pt. 2. I know some of you really want that.

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

HannibalCon RDC3- day 3

I had to sneak a peak into the schedule before I started to write this down because there was just SO much going on this weekend and I have lost track already. Sensory overload.

Sunday started off for me with another early breakfast and then photo op Bryan and Hugh at 10. With queuing like 30 minutes early and by then the queue had already formed…. I saw the lines later when I went out and it was incredible…. Bryan wore his Firefly sweater (yay!) and Hugh a dark blue shirt, really really nice^^. I wasn’t as nervous as before but still plenty and I walked up to them and told Bryan that I had asked him already, turned to Hugh and asked him to give me bunny ears. We turned to the camera and Hugh made quotation marks around me. Bryan said something along the lines “Noo, that’s not what she wanted, she wanted bunny ears, you made quotation marks” and Hugh was like “Oh right, ok, I can do that as well” and he like concentrated on it? At least that’s what it looks like on the picture. They both grinned at me after and I thanked them and you know they’re both such beautiful human beings…. just inside and outside.

Pic: https://twitter.com/allionne/status/835851109394710528

I’m glad that I’ve got the other picture as well where Hugh is smiling so beautifully, because here he seems quite serious (even though he really wasn’t when we took the pic^^). Still, look at that jawline. Guh. I hope he never reads this.

Anyway.
Some time and space afterwards to meet and try to find some people, distribute badges, hug, flail, etc. The usual :). Went early to the main hall to get my seat, 5th row this time. Talk by Ellen and Demore was very nice, a lot of beautiful little moments, with Demore telling us about his daugther, Ellen that she wants another kitty etc etc. Been such a pleasure to have met them. #Scott and Aaron came up and… well they are something else. Shaking with laughter and squealing from the whole hall. They reaaaalllly like to play off each other. And don’t take no prisoners^^.

I ran and got my autograph stuff in the break, because Hughs and Bryans signing was set to directly after Hughs and Bryans talk. I didn’t tweet much this time because I wanted to actually watch them.
All in all it was a bit more serious, the questions were deeper. Bryan said he had wanted to put a cover of “Wouldn’t it be good” on the end of Aperitif back then, but it didn’t work out for some reason…. trying to remember the title, Hugh prodding him to just hum it etc very cute. They answered questions the whole panel, way past time, until they -had- to cut it. Bryan emphasized again that Hugh wrote the last scene with him and is responsible for the last line, “It’s beautiful”.

We all ran and got in line and … you know, I just love that they -both- took their time. I mean, the closing ceremony was delayed by almost 3 hours and apparently Bryan (and Hugh?) went BACK to signing afterwards, but I was happy to wait because I think it’s so much fairer to every attendant that they get the autographs they want and get the chance to say something if they want.

I had several items with me, two for me from each and several for other people who couldn’t be there. Bryan said “Hi, how are you” and I was like “I’m fine, how are you holding up?” and he grinned a moment and said something along the lines of “Just great, thank you”. When the ads were put in front of him I said that one was for Katrina and one for me and he looked up and really at me and was like “oh, of course, I’m sorry” and I was like “Oh, no problem”, feeling incredibly happy. IDK, it is scary AF and at the same time exhilarating that he acutally knows who I am. Because he is just such a genuine beautiful human being. And he said “I have it on my wall” or smthg similar and I grinned and said “I know” ;)). Anyway, I asked him for his life motto for my ad and he stopped and thought for a moment before signing. He wrote “Be kind” and I grinned, tears in my eyes and I said “I try.” Next was the sword sheath and he looked at it, hesitated and I said “it’s from one of the origami heart swords from Primavera” and he was like “omg, yeah..” - hesitating and pointing - “Is that Eddies?” And I was like “yeah” (grinning). He said something like “Oh wow” and signed it, giving it to me with a grin. Last was the beautiful pic drawn by Sophie, and he admired it tremendously, carefully signing it while I held it down for him.

I hesitated a moment after and then looked him straight into the eyes and told him “Thank you for encouraging us”. IDK who of you feel addressed, but I’m tearing up writing this because I feel like he DOES encourage us so much, is always there for us and gives us so much back, in a way that feels so very close to this fandom that’s risen as a counterpoint to the shows darkness. He said “Thank -you- for being encouraged.” And you know, I loved his emphasis and I can’t believe I just nodded yesterday and am -now- sitting here crying but it felt so real. So genuine. So beautiful.

Then Hugh. Right before me someone had the “Bloody Will” calendar signed and boy, he did look through the pics. Yes, more or less all of them. Also the Fannibal before me (responsibel for January?! (Sorry, I forgot your @!!)) gave one to him as a gift. :))
Hugh took the sword sheath first and was like “Oh wow” (or similar) as well and I explained in one sentence and he was like “ohhhhh” and then signed it, handing it to me afterwards with both hands, looking me in the eye and saying: “There, I knighted you.” I…. seriously cannot say how much of my day that made. But a lot. Grinned like an idiot probably. But then when do I not. Anyway, he took the ad prints next and went “Oh, I know these” and I said “Yeah, Katrina and I made it” and he was like “yeah, I know, awesome”. I asked for his life motto as well (if it would fit) and he did that thing he does with his eyebrows when he’s thinking *g* and then looked into space for a moment before writing “There is a time and space for everything” on it.
Oh look, tearing up again, writing about it. Somehow irritated and yet proud I didn’t yesterday, lol. I told him that “It was a pleasure meeting you” and he said “It was a pleasure meeting -you-” (or “being here”? Don’t quite remember, rushing in my ears you know) and I smiled at him and he gave me a grin as well and I was off. His eyes really do take up the colors of his surroundings btw.

Pics: https://twitter.com/allionne/status/835910451858923522
https://twitter.com/allionne/status/835912122081153026

I brought my stuff back up into my room, meeting there with @Sirenja-and-the-stag, who stayed over with me that night and then I went down again to find something to eat. Because it was already 6pm by then I decided to order one of the hotels pizzas (12 GBP but indeed quite yummy) after all, heading up with it to the main hall. I left the pizza outside, got seats and went back to it, more or less inhaling it. If you ever want to do this con (and haven’t been yet of course): Do take snacks with you. If you want to “do everything” you can, there is almost no time to eat.

As mentioned before the closing ceremony was almost 3h late… because Bryan (and Hugh) took their time. And I love it. Who cares for waiting when you know they are so dedicated and kind to throw themselves into it like that.
Finally they came all in (minus Bryan) and Hugh told us he was still signing. Bryan arrived a few minutes later, and Sean said a few words to everybody, letting them speak after, respectively. I don’t quite remember it all, but they all praised Bryan for his ingenuity, his genius, being a kind genius (not as “Scott” as Aaron Abrams put it^^) and they said thank you to us, for creating something as beautiful as this fandom.

Bryan said that he knew something special was happening when he read the first time that the fandom called itself “Fannibals” because he said that he recognized the pun of course and Hannibal had been visited by the “pun bun” (if I remember correctly). TBH I don’t remember too much of what he said after, I need to go through the tag myself. Hugh thanked us and emphasized that we are what keeps it alive. Don’t remember much more after that either. Damn^^.

I remember that Sean closed with a surprisingly on point political statement, praising our fandom as an exemplary one, in counterpoint to all the shit happening right now, threatening to undo all the progress we’ve made the last 20 years. I liked it very much and have tweeted him so.

Btw, he spoke to us when we waited and he told us that he is aware of who we want to see at RDC4, but that it just all comes down to scheduling. We’ll just have to cross our fingers.

Btw. I will be there, February 2018. Hope to see you there. *hugs*

Fannibals: https://twitter.com/allionne/status/835970984528199680

Mistaken Identity

we are almost at the end of wedif now, cannot believe how quickly this month has gone! day 25 now 

(and as a side note I am in no way trying to steal/copy Julie’s The Math Teacher series idea- so please don’t accuse me of doing so) 

- wedif post-

wedif masterlist: coming soon

masterlist / request / submit   (the usual stuff)


“Come on, you’ll be fine when you get inside!” My friend encouraged me as we neared the vivid neon sign with our tickets in hand. 

Glancing past the entrance I saw various people, some chatting and others smoking. I kept my head low as we walked in, got my ticket checked and quickly followed my friend up the stairs, not wanting to risk losing the only person I feel like I can trust. 

Mixed conversations surrounded us as we joined the queue for the bar, five different people working their way through the masses in need of a boost or some sort of liquid luck to get them into the mood. I eyed all of the drinks displayed in bottles or cans, saw the bartenders pour shots messily and have it spill down their hands. Once the shot was on the table it was gone within seconds, but I didn’t want to risk shots, not tonight. 

My friend ordered our drinks and we picked them up, my boots clinging to the sticky carpet as we walked away from the bar to find somewhere to stand whilst we waited for the act to perform. The nerves only continued to build up in my stomach as I drank the sweet liquid, forgetting how easy it was to be disorientated with a little bit of liquor. “I, I’m just going to the toilets!” My friend yelled to me as the first act of the evening came on, leaving me stood there speechless and struggling to breathe. 

Sighing I tried to calm and cool myself down by taking bigger sips of my drink, ignoring the sharp burn it gave me at the back of my throat. The longer she was gone the less I cared, the more I drank the more hazy everything was getting. A light tap on my shoulder I turned around, unsure who I was looking at in the dark lights. Snapping out of the music and my trance I glanced around, remembering where I was and how I was alone. 

Dropping the empty plastic cup I could feel my hands beginning to shake but my arms remained numb. Desperation crossed my face as the person before me motioned to an empty space on the sidelines, away from the gentle sways or pushes and shoves. “Do you need some air?” His accent differed from my own, but his voice was soft, caring even. 

Nodding I pulled my phone out to text my friend but struggled with the uneasiness of my thumbs. I merely sent her an ‘I’m okay’ so she wouldn’t worry of my whereabouts, or if she’d be aware for a while. The stranger guided me away from the live music and cheers, we walked slowly towards the stairs leading to the entrance. I could feel the cool evening air wrap around my ankles as my legs trembled down the stairs, gripping onto the stranger and the wall with equal amounts of urgency. 

Standing in the doorway I took deep breaths as I lent against the cool wall, ignoring the eyes around us and the wisps of smoke passing outside. “Thank you.” I muttered as I kept my eyes closed, concentrating on my breathing. 

“Are you going to be alright? Do you need someone or are you with someone?” He asked with such care, I wasn’t afraid, I didn’t feel the need to be away from the calming voice. 

Slowly I opened my eyes which remained focused on my slightly scuffed boots. My eyes began to move away from my own feet and towards his, black lace up boots with larger marks and stains covered the sides leading to black skinny jeans wrapping around his legs. Swallowing the lump that remained lodged in my throat my eyes trailed further up his figure. A white top slashed with holes covered with a black denim jacket, barely hiding his muscles clenching in the restraining fabric.

Focusing on his face I just paused, I wasn’t focusing on my breathing or the fact that everything around us had become a bit out of focus instead all I could do was look at his eyes and a affable smile. His eyes were freckled with green in amongst the warm hazel, coated with thick black lashes. Dark blonde hair that was in slight waves pushed back, tied up in a small attempt at a man bun. 

“You alright now?” He placed his hand on my shoulder, the light touch as opposed to being heavy handed. 

Nodding I readjusted my dress, pulling it down slightly as the back rode up as I clung to the wall for ease. “Yeah, yeah I’m okay.” Sniffing I checked my phone seeing over ten panicked messages from my friend. “Let me just call my friend.” I moved away from him but stayed in doors, not wanting to willingly walk and hang around in a cloud of smoke and fumes. 

“Where have you been?” She spoke loudly down the phone as the band could be prominently heard in the background. 

Sighing I glanced back to the stranger who remained patient, focusing on me. “I, I couldn’t breathe, I just needed some air that’s all. And I,” Moving the phone closer to my mouth mumbled to her, “made a friend.” Smiling to myself she yelled nonsense back. “Nevermind, I’ll be back in a bit.” I proceeded to hang up and just send her what I tried to say, knowing that would be a better attempt of communication with her. 

Holding onto my phone I pushed myself off of the wall and allowed myself to regain my sense of balance. He rushed over and held onto my arms, looking into my eyes with concern. “Okay?” 

Nodding he smiled in response. “Do you, do you want a drink at all?” I asked him, I doubt he would but it’s always worth a try. 

“Yeah, yeah why not.” We headed back upstairs and before we reached the intensity of the music he paused at the stairs. “I’m Ashton.” He spoke louder than he had to beforehand but it was clear, he wore a light hearted smile now, rather than a concerned look. 

Yelling my name back to him I swear I could see dimples in his cheeks, even in the low lighting. Nearing the bar I ordered myself a new drink, something a bit different. “I’ll have a vodka martini.” I spoke up over the bar and showed my ID, she checked it and gave me the all clear. 

Turning to Ashton I waited for him to order something, “I’ll have a whiskey on the rocks.” She nodded and proceeded to make it. Rummaging in my purse I pulled out some money but he stopped me. “My treat.” He winked and after some back and forth I gave up, gratefully accepting the drink. 

We made our way down to the live music with our plastic cups in hand as I scanned the crowd for my friend who remained elusive. “I’m sure she was here beforehand!” Yelling to him he merely shrugged his shoulders, sighing I took a large sip at my drink to calm myself down and the feeling of relief spread through me as I saw her dancing on the sidelines. “I’ll be right back!” Giving him my drink he stayed still as I headed over to her, thankful she hadn’t left. 

“There you are!” She squealed as she danced to the music in amongst others. 

We spoke briefly and agreed to meet outside once it ended, waiting for our lift to get us. Hugging her tightly I yelled into her ear, “You be careful!” Like a Mum would have to do for her child in a playground. She merely rolled her eyes and motioned for me to walk away and rejoin Ashton, whom she was unaware of. 

Accepting my drink back off of him we began to move closer to the dance floor without much hesitation. Swaying to the music I sang along, feeling relaxed and more easy going than before. Ashton sang too and as I looked up to him he was focusing on me with a soundless laugh, drowned out by the upbeat music. 

Two more empty plastic cups later the band had ended, the music for tonight was over. We all filed out and I relaxed into Ashton as he held his arm around my shoulder and connected his hand to mine. Helping me walk down the stairs with more care I giggled as I nearly tripped. “Come on, watch yourself now.” He joked as he managed to remain fairly intact. 

Once we were outside the bitter air nipped at my exposed skin, making me shiver. Removing his black denim jacket he motioned for me to open my arms, to which I obliged. Placing it on I felt goosebumps form on my arms as the warmth radiated through my upper body. “Thank you.” Smiling to him I found myself just staring at him, unable to tear my eyes from his. 

Unaware I placed my hands on his shoulders, pushing myself onto my tiptoes until his lips were on mine. They tasted of bitter whiskey and full of warmth, he was delicate and caring but I wanted more. Hearing my name being called with such questionability I pulled away and turned around seeing my friend with her mouth wide open. 

Rubbing my lips together I glanced back to Ashton, a nervous chuckle sounding from him as he scratched the back of his neck. “Hi.” I spoke up, giving her a small awkward wave. “Is Tom here?” She nodded and moved closer to us. “I’ll be a minute alright?” Giving her a pleading look she merely walked ahead, still in sight but giving us enough privacy for a goodbye. “Well Ashton, guess this is it.” Sighing I didn’t want to go, the musky smell of his jacket lingering already along with the taste of whiskey clinging to my lips. “But thank you, for you know, earlier.” 

He placed his hand on my cheek, stroking my soft skin with a sweet smile. “I’m sure we’ll see each other again. Keep that okay? Gives me an excuse to find you.” Chuckling lightly he put his hands in the pockets before pulling out a piece of paper, along with some old gum wrappers. He glanced around and asked for a pen but instead I just passed him my phone. 

“Cliche much?” I raised an eyebrow along with my sarcastic remark and he merely nodded. 

“You’ve got to allow yourself cliche moments once in awhile, just let this be one of them.” Giving me my phone back he tightly hugged me before walking the other way. 

As he walked I focused on the holes in his white top, his now exposed muscles and sighed as I reached my friend. “Looks like someone had a good night.” 


The loud droning beeping of my alarm sounds and reaching my arm out of the warmth and comfort I love I hit the snooze button. Rolling over I rub my eyes and blink rapidly as I adjust to the morning sunshine. Sitting up right I glanced over to my chair where his jacket was laid across the seat and remained thankful that I bothered going out on a friday night for once. 

Climbing out of bed my feet rubbed into the carpet, feeling the fibres rub against my skin as I adjusted to the cool room rather than the cosy duvet. I began to get ready and ran downstairs for some breakfast before my lift would arrive. “Ready for a new term?” My Mum asked with some joy to which I blankly stared at her. “Come on, at least try to be enthusiastic. It’s your second to last term dear.” 

Forcing a smile she sighed, “You can’t say I don’t try to please you.” 

Grabbing something for lunch I take the toast that popped out of the toaster, marginally burnt for once as opposed to filling the kitchen with smoke. “Don’t forget your sketchbook!” She yells as I run back upstairs, panting as I reach the top. 

Peeping through my blinds the street remains quiet besides the younger students walking in their uniforms towards the bus. The days of those ugly jumpers and itchy trousers are ones I do not miss. Picking up my sketch book and bag I hover at my door before glancing back at the jacket. Shrugging my shoulders I slip it on, serving as a reminder of Friday night. 

Hearing my phone sound I rush down the stairs and slip my shoes on before yelling a goodbye around the house, unsure where everyone was situated and joined my friend in the car. As I sat down she raised her eyebrows at my chosen jacket. “Oh shut up.” I joked as she drove on past the kids who shivered as the bus drivers kept the doors shut, refusing to let them on until it was at least 8:10 whilst they had a cigarette and exchanged small talk. 

Once we arrive I climb out and put my earphones in, listening to the band from Friday as a distraction from the screams and squeals of children surrounding me. Walking past them I headed towards art, knowing this was always my morning downtime before things got busy. 

In art I could relax, peacefully draw and be left to it without distractions. Mrs Callens always thought I had talent, but I just liked to draw what came to mind that day. Sitting down in my usual seat I opened my sketchbook and just began to draw some rough designs, unsure where it could go. A light tap on my shoulder alerted me as one of my few friends in that class smiled. Taking my earphones out she motioned to the front of the class. 

Taking my eyes off of my sketch book my mind flashed back to the club. Music filled my ears although my earphones remained on my lap, the taste of bitter liquor and soft lips against mine, the urge of wanting to know more about him. 

Turning to face the class as opposed to side on my breath got hitched in my throat, just like it did on Friday. A small smile was worn on his face as he examined the class, but as his eyes fell on mine it vanished, his eyes widened instead. Pulling on the jacket I swore mentally, I was wearing his jacket. 

The sound of heels clicking sounded behind me as I uneasily turned my head to see who it was. “Okay students, I know you’ve only got two terms left but Mrs Callens has had to leave. This is Mr Irwin, your new art teacher. Make him feel welcome like I know you will.” She smiled to Ashton and quickly left. 

Ashton remained quiet as all eyes except mine were focused on him. “Well, erm. Hi.” He stuttered and inside I felt myself falling apart. “Right, well like she said, I’m your new art teacher.” I lifted my head up to see him smiling uneasily and my eyes locked with his. 

Two terms left, maybe this is one too many cliche moments for my liking. 

Hey All,

I know I have been MIA since Wednesday, I just wanted to let you all know that I hope to be back online soon. I have seen the asks in my inbox, the messages (thanks for the get well soon messages) and everything else. I will reply when I am back properly. I am trying to avoid screens for long periods of time at the moment and up until this afternoon being on my computer has made me feel sick.

My queue is still running and I will try to fill it up but I won’t be posting any meta or answering any asks for the time being until I feel like my head is back to 100%. (as for a review of 12x13 I don’t think I can stomach watching the episode again let alone trying to make notes and concentrate). 

My Dr has referred me to a neurologist. I need a head scan. Yay for me. Hence, computer screens and long hours spent typing and scrolling are not my friend right now. I hope you guys are all having fun without me (shame the episode was kinda meh) hopefully I haven’t missed too much drama. 

Saz xXx

I was tagged by @paintmepastelplanets!!! (I’m so sorry i saw this just now??? i suck at keeping up with people that tag me omg but thank you!!!)

RULES: Tag 10 people you want to know better

Relationship status: engaged!!!

Favorite colours: pink, red, gold and- is glitter a color?

Pets: as of now, just a goldfish named Seven ;; but i’m planning on getting more because i hate that he’s alone

Last song I listened to: Mai Yamane - Tasogare

First fandom: harry potter! 

Hobbies: writing a fic once every three years, drawing and sketching even more rarely, making accounts on sites that just spam my email and never logging in again, scrolling tumblr and queueing everything, browsing shopping sites and never buying anything, singing badly at the top of my lungs while making house chores, writing lists, reading fluff, and generally procrastinating - both study and things i would enjoy 

Favorite book: I have to say The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, it was a tough choice to make between all the ones i hold dear, but this one made me cry my eyes out and i was so engrossed i read it in like four hours tops

Worst thing I’ve eaten: beef tongue, no other comments needed 

Favorite place: the seashore at night

I don’t know who to tag sooo if you’d like just do it and tag me bc i’d love to get to know everyone of you tbh

Book blog announcement!

So hey guys, it is not 100% set up just yet, but I’ve put a bunch of stuff in my queue for my new book blog.

I’m still going to post book related stuff here, of course, but I wanted something more dedicated, for those people who like my book content but don’t want to see the other stuff I post. I also plan to start seriously reviewing again over there.

Give me a follow at @soggywarmbooks if that all sounds like something you’d be interested in.

Much love,

Colleen (SWP)

anonymous asked:

Ok Kirk's always been inoccent but Load/Reload era (or basicly Kirk entirley in the 90s tbh) changes it all and his "fangirling" bout horror fims. Somewhere deep inside I know Kirk prolly has that rough spot but he doesn't wanna bring it out lmao

You reckon theirs a Little part of Kirk hammett inside of him that just wants to throw you against a wall, give your bite marks along your neck and growl “Now you will know why they call me the ripper” before, well, devouring you?

I mean i wouldn’t mind finding out

PSA that I won’t be using Tumblr anymore/ very little from now on.

I don’t want to delete because I might come back eventually but for now I’m leaving

@sehunicorne @52hz @narcissisthyeyeon @shesdreamingofchen @gabster-rabster @sehungotbaek @jeunocchi I love you guys 💕

I’m doing this because I really don’t feel like using social media lately and I have a lot of schoolwork to worry about so yeah,,

If you see me on your dash at all it’s most likely my queue

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Yoonkook Week Day 1: Favorite moment(ssssss) 

Super Sappy Lines Prompt List

Because sometimes you just want to write the sappiest shit you can handle.

  1. “I’m in love with you.”
  2. “Please don’t leave me.”
  3. “It’s always been you.”
  4. “Shut up and kiss me.”
  5. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
  6. “I can’t wait any longer.”
  7. “Can I kiss you?”
  8. “Can I touch you?”
  9.  “I missed you so much.”
  10. “Stay with me forever.”
  11. “I thought you didn’t want me.”
  12. “I want you. Only you.”
  13. “The way I feel when I’m with you…”
  14. “I’ll always love you.”
  15. “Please marry me.”
  16. “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”
  17. “Because I love you!”
  18. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
  19. “I can’t stay away from you.”
  20. “I’ve been waiting all my life for you.”
  21. “I’m better when I’m with you.”
  22. “You make me so happy.”

PS if you write anything from this list, will you tag with #sappyprompts so I can see it? <3

This one is in the queue for next Tuesday with other Gigantuar pics but I wanted to post it by itself because.. well… it’s perfect.

in this post, OP was talking about how much Viktor wanted to hold Yuuri and how this was a gesture of comfort for both of them, and I was reminded about this scene, which was short but had so much impact on me. I had to make a shitty gif to demonstrate but jeez you can really see

1. Viktor was holding Yuuri really tight

2. How much strength Yuuri had to use to push Viktor away And he did push really hard: arm straightened, heels dug in, not to mention fact number one Viktor was holding him really tight and he managed to dislodge Viktor entirely

3. How Viktor was taken by surprise but still resisted being pushed away and tried to cling onto Yuuri and I swore my heart stopped beating for a sec

I can probably talk (and cry) about this ending for the entire week leading up to the next episode because it’s just packed full of emotions and every little scene can be interpreted in some way that just screams ‘they’re so in love’

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I guess you…saved me. So…
- Cool.