i'm still watching this no matter what

What You Don’t Know

Every day is spent feeling Yuuri out, fitting them together in a way that doesn’t destroy who either of them is as a person. Viktor loves that they fit this way; loves that he has sharp edges and awkward corners and that Yuuri still folds around them, that together they grow.

Yuuri continually surprises Viktor, but Hiroko is another matter entirely.

Yuuri is forbidden from watching his competitors, at least in the few days before Rostelecom. This doesn’t mean that Viktor can’t watch—so after Yuuri’s disappeared to his room to briefly recharge, Viktor settles to watch a recording of the Trophee de France. Hiroko bustles around him, wiping away the last remnants of the dinner rush and clearing bottles of sake. He offers to help, but she shakes her head and hums her disagreement. Viktor’s still not sure how much English she knows. Viktor’s still not sure how much Japanese he knows, in Hasetsu’s dialect. There are times when she beams and nods and chatters to him slowly, clearly, and there are other times where she falls silent, smile warm but vague.

Viktor has long suspected that it isn’t just a language barrier. There is private, and then there are the Katsukis.

Still, the onsen is quiet, devoid of guests except one tipsy gentleman that is already snoring softly into the table he sits at. Viktor pats the ground beside him. “Mama?” Mama, a word Hiroko had insisted he use and one he’s taken gross advantage of ever since. She kneels, lays a hand atop his.

“It’s late, Vicchan. Late for you.”

“I’m on the free skate,” he explains, “just a little more time.”

She glances at the screen, and Viktor can only imagine what her inexperienced eye sees. A man, in a sparkling outfit, moving from a nameless spin into a jump whose rotations she probably doesn’t realize to count. ‘Somehow, the Katsukis don’t know anything about figure skating!’ The triplets had declared. Viktor will adjust. “Good music, isn’t it, Mama?”

Hiroko huffs, breath slight. “Doesn’t matter,” she declares, “if he wants to beat my Yuuri, he’ll need better base value than that, especially with his GOEs. Ah, but he’s young, so his mistake on the takeoff of the triple axel is…” she gestures, small and soft hand incapable of grabbing the word in English. She settles, finally, on a different word. “Normal? Yuuri did the same. Hm. This boy, though, they overscore his transitions and choreography.”

Viktor is too elegant to gape, or so he had always thought. “Mama,” he says, slowly, “have you been studying figure skating this season?” Mari has only now found her interest—perhaps it’s spread to her parents, as well.

Rather than answer, Hiroko stands. “My son doesn’t like pressure, Vicchan. Yuuri works very hard. We support him, but we must be careful, yes?”

Viktor had assumed that the onsen and Yuuri’s family, in all their unconditional love, was an accidental haven for Yuuri. If Yuuri can be a dime-a-dozen skater—if Yuuri can be a man not under the tremendous pressure that comes with world records and being one of the best six skaters in the nation, Yuuri can begin to cope.

Yuuri needs someone to believe in him, and trust him, without expectation. If Yuuri can be a man who returns home to parents who aren’t invested in, don’t understand, the world of skating…

“Careful,” Hiroko repeats, Hiroko who is not even supposed to know the first thing about skating, “yes?”

Oh, Viktor is always a stroke behind, when it comes to anyone named Katsuki. They know their beloved Yuuri so well. They know his sport, too.

“Yes. Thank you, Mama.”

“You are a good son,” says Hiroko before she shuffles off. Viktor gives up on the Trophee de France, and finds himself at Yuuri’s door. Let us love you.

At the sight of him Yuuri lights up, quiet and bright, and he holds out his arms.

I'm not okay

What she says: I’m fine

What she means: The Lego Batman Movie has blessed 2017 with the gay relationship between Batman and The Joker and you can’t tell me it isn’t canon because they hinted the fuck out of it and you could literally replace “hate” with “love” and “fight” with “date” and it would be no different and it’s amazing to think that that’s what the writers wanted us to take out of their relationship and interactions and no matter how many times you watch the movie it’s still gay and just wow I just can’t believe I just—

Anti...
  • THAT person/friend: *walks in* Oh hey, what's up? What're you doing?
  • Me: Uhh, browsing Klance. What does it look like? *thou should leave, peasant.*
  • THAT friend: Oh ew! So you're an anti?!? Freak!
  • Me: *you.. have my attention now...* W-what?!? No! Why would you think I'm an anti??
  • THAT friend: Well everyone knows that the Klance fandom is filled with antis. Klance is overrated anyway. But you wouldn't understand. You're an idiotic anti!!
  • Me: HEY!! Klance may be overrated, but that doesn't stop me from shipping it. I really love this ship, but that doesn't mean I'll attack others for not thinking the same!! Shipping is for fun and it's not supposed to be used as a means of threatening others.
  • THAT friend: But you don't like Sheith!!! You said so yourself!!
  • Me: Actually, I see Keith and Shiro as having a more brotherly relationship. Broganes. Besides, I HAVE in fact liked or reblogged (or both) cute Sheith stuff before.
  • THAT friend: Well, you're TOTALLY against Sh//aladin right? That's anti.
  • Me: Not EVERY relationship is a romantic one. I just see Shiro as more of a father or even idol figure to the paladins. It's still a close bond, but nothing really romantic... To be honest, I personally ship Shiro more with Allura or Matt. Shatt and Shallura are both good for the soul.
  • THAT friend: Kallura though? What do you have against THAT, HUH?
  • Me: I don't really see the chemistry there..? I mean I get that in all versions of Voltron before, Kallura was practically canon, but, in Legendary Defender I don't really see it. As I said, they're more just 'good friends' to me. That doesn't mean I have anything against the ship, it's just that I personally happen to dislike it. That doesn't mean anything though. Those who ship it can continue shipping it no problem! If it makes them happy, why would I want to take that away from them? Who am I to do that?
  • THAT friend: Well of course you're going to hate on any ship with PIDGE in it right? Because that's "pedophilia?"
  • Me: Well, no. Pidge don't need no man, nor woman. I just see her as that type of character. Her love is more of a family love. Close bonds with friends that fit into the 'you're like a brother to me' category. Lauren said herself that all ships are valid. Jut because someone ships someone else with Pidge with someone doesn't mean I'll hate on them for not having the same view point as me.
  • THAT friend: AND HUNK? Is his ass too PURE for your freaky anti shipping?
  • Me: (I'm not an anti shut upppp!!!) Well no, I more ship Hunk with Shay to be honest. I love Hunk, but he's more of a Mom Friend figure to the Voltron paladins and crew. He's sweet but I still see more of a close friendship.
  • THAT friend: Well what about Klance? Couldn't THAT be considered simply a 'close friendship?'
  • Me: Well.. yeah to be honest, it COULD. I found Klance before I found Voltron, so I guess that's just my own stupid bias. But even if I'd watched Voltron first, I would've shipped Klance, I'm sure of that. No matter what anyone says, it IS true that they even each out nicely. Just because someone else doesn't ship it doesn't mean I'll make an attempt to chop their head off, even though Klance is my OTP. If it even becomes canon, that's just an added bonus. The creators ARE leaning in that general direction right now, but heck, that could change, right? It's just my opinion and it's not gonna change, but I'm not going to hurt someone else for dissing it, even though I don't agree.
  • THAT friend: *scoff* Whatever, freak anti.
  • Me: *sigh* Listen, I don't know where you got this anti thing from, but just because some Klance shippers are anti doesn't mean ALL of them are. All ships and fandoms in general have antis, and though none of us like it, it's just a thing we'll have to deal with. All we can do is be nice and try not to bite each others' heads off, but DON'T make the mistake that everyone in a certain category must be this or that. It's not right and you have to accept that. Believe me, if I had ANY control over this discourse, I'd try to do everything in my power to at least make it better. Unfortunately, I'm just one person over the internet, so I can't do much accept sitting back, watching, and putting in my shitty opinion here and there.
  • THAT friend: ... You had to get deep, didn't you?
  • Me: Huehuehue, fuk u 2.

i just started thinking about how jonah, cyrus’ maybe first ever crush, will probably end up rejecting him due to the medias “one gay at a time” thing, and the fact that disney channel would have no problem marketing cyrus’ tragic unrequited love as “progressive”, and if you can’t tell, my heart has been torn to pieces

Long Ass List of Daredevil Sentence Starters
  • "Scream all you want. Come on, let me hear you scream. Scream loud. Nobody gives a shit down here."
  • "I gotta go bribe a cop."
  • "But seriously, yeah, I gotta go bribe a cop."
  • "Please stop giving my mom cigars."
  • "Look, I'm not asking you to do anything immoral."
  • "You've never done this before?"
  • "Maybe we can help each other."
  • "All I did was ask him for a drink."
  • "Define yourself by what you have, value the differences, make no apologies for what you lack."
  • "I thought I detected a whiff of virtue in there."
  • "But I'm awkward and unfashionable. Those things don't seem to apply to you."
  • "I just don't feel like going home okay?"
  • "So let's hop a few bars, not think about it."
  • "Your outfit kind of sucks, by the way."
  • "You haven't told me anything about you."
  • "Okay, good because I was starting to worry you might be in love with me."
  • "I drank the eel. Not a euphemism."
  • "And we are now filled with mighty eel strength!"
  • "After what you told me, I'm never going home again."
  • "I know you're scared, but I'm here to help you. Okay? - You don't have to be scared anymore."
  • "I make a heck of a latte, if you're interested."
  • "Facts have no moral judgment. They merely state what is. Not what we think of them, not what we feel."
  • "I know how hard this must be for you."
  • "You have no idea how any of this is for me."
  • "They have to pay for what they've done."
  • "They won't listen."
  • "We'll make them listen."
  • "You do not want to test me."
  • "You think this is still about you?"
  • "You should have just killed me. You coward."
  • "This is an offer, not an order."
  • "I did some digging into your, uh past activities."
  • "A man/woman that can be bought isn't worth having."
  • "I said you should move on. Didn't say anything about me."
  • "Even though our perception of it changes, one thing remains constant. The past can never be completely erased. It lingers."
  • "I've been lied to before by men/women. Some were even decent ones but they still felt the need to be dishonest about things that mattered."
  • "Hey, that's not a reason, it's an excuse."
  • "He's/She's like a sexual Rain Man."
  • "I want you to touch my face."
  • "Just tell me what you feel."
  • "You need anything else, you know where to find me."
  • "You want the short answer or the long one?"
  • "We need to contain this."
  • "Lying to that woman is impossible."
  • "Choose a side."
  • "I'm the closest he/she has to family. He'd/She'd do the same for me."
  • "That wasn't very smart, but it was fun watching you bleed."
  • "Life is not a fairy tale. Not everyone deserves a happy ending."
  • "Animals don't stop fighting. Not until one of them is dead."
  • "Admittedly, I'm a work in progress."
  • "Let's get this started."
  • "You know what they call stuff like that? Gifts. The special kind. The kind that very few people have. Or deserve."
  • "Smart don't come out of books, kid. Smart is making the right decision at the right time."
  • "Big world. Not all of it flowers and sunshine, and the only way guys like you and me can survive is to grab it by the throat and never let go."
  • "Are you gonna lie there all night or get up off your ass?"
  • "What a shithole."
  • "This is my life and I made something of it, without you."
  • "Relationships are a luxury men like you and me can't afford."
  • "Is that why you left? Huh? To protect me?"
  • "You got heart kid, but heart's not enough."
  • "Anger is a spark, good. Rage is a wildfire, out of control, therefore useless. Just like you."
  • "We all pay for our choices."
  • "I've learned a lot since you've been gone."
  • "You're a dick."
  • "Say that you want my help."
  • "I want you to help yourself."
  • "I don't need a friend. I need a soldier."
  • "In war, people die. If it's not you, it's the guy next to you."
  • "I swear I will not kill anybody. Pussy."
  • "Never is a man more good looking than when he is in love."
  • "You do your job, I'll do mine."
  • "On occasion some dickery may leak out, but doesn't mean I'm wrong."
  • "So, how long before I do something that pisses you off?"
  • "You can't listen to people like that. You have to just block them out."
  • "Yeah, you're just a guy, right? A really, really good-looking guy."
  • "If you weren't half dead, I would kick your ass."
  • "We're gonna be the best damn avocados this city has ever seen."
  • "Misspelling 'Hanukkah' is a mistake. Attempted murder is a little something else."
  • "Well, we seldom get everything we want. Not in this world."
  • "You were really something back in the day. When you had a soul."
  • "I'm not afraid to die."
  • "We'll be together, that's all that matters."
  • "You really think that this will change anything?"
Je T'adore

So my friend @virus-arc-tracer asked if I could incorporate the song Je T'adore into my next fic and here we are. It’s a beautiful song, go check it out.

Also Virus says you should listen to the song while you read this.

Here’s to you Virus! Now you won’t have to scroll up through everyone’s nonsense to read this! Also @fishfingersandjellybabies because why the hell not and tradition. That and I just adore her.

Almost forgot! Here’s the summary!

“Je T’adore.”

Jon’s face twists as he tries to understand the French, and Damian watches him fondly, kissing his nose to get him to stop. “It means I love you.”

OR

Jon and Damian have a special song and Fate loves to throw pain in their lives

Enjoy~~~

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anonymous asked:

UGH BOO HISSSSSS at LR haha but I'm sure we'll get some SC moments too. Maybe not in the way we want but I'm sure some will shine through. I'm focusing on what SC say. Last time Sam praised Cait saying she's the main reason to watch S2. W/ this being a strong season for Sam I'm sure she'll praise him. That's what matters. These 2 legit think the world of each other. Genuine praise/love/respect will still shine from S to C & C to S. This shows more than any denial or anything LR tries to ruin.

Sorry but I don’t think so. I’m going to be a total debbie downer right now so feel free to stop reading if that bothers you. Even though the last premiere was after the IFH, it was before the fake girlfriend. Before all the horrendous bullying. Before the more insulting denials. Before Baftas and all the other ridiculous appearances. Things are different now. We’ll get a picture of the trio looking sullen together on the carpet, Sam will most likely walk with you know who, Cait will walk alone. Lynette will find a way to take a dig at shippers. If Comic Con is anything to go by, Sam and Cait probably won’t even sit together. T will be at the after party and they’ll all avoid each other. No point in keeping up with it all. The nonsense is totally predictable. 

Hold everything with open hands. I don’t think we are ever allowed to grab hold of anything or anyone as though they matter more than the kingdom of heaven. When you hold relationships with open hands, then people come in and out of your life as gifts of grace to be cherished and enjoyed, not objects to be owned and manipulated. And then when you hold your dreams with open hands, you get to watch God resurrect what seemed dead and multiply what seemed small.
—  Angela Thomas, A Beautiful Offering 
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no matter what, i guarantee it’s been too long since you watched this video.

anonymous asked:

Do you maybe have a snippet from that soulmate enemies to lovers au 👀

well I did just start writing it so I don’t have much but…basically it’s the stereotypical “matching tattoos” soulmate au but it has a twist that’ll come up later on

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Peter hated the idea of soulmates.

And why shouldn’t he? He saw his aunt and uncle so happy together as he grew up. He watched how their love never faded no matter what, how the tattoos on their wrists stayed vibrant and strong as the day they were born with them. 

He also watched when his uncle was ripped from their lives. It was unfair, it was horrible, he was new to this powers thing and that was just another burden he wasn’t ready to carry.

He watched his aunt lose the love of her life, her soulmate, and watched how it broke her. May was a tough woman, there was no denying that at all, but watching her go through losing her other half was something Peter never wanted to experience again.

His life was dangerous. Every time he looked at the tattoo that was conveniently in the middle of his back, where luckily no one would see it but him, he got a bitter taste in his mouth. He didn’t want a soulmate. He didn’t want to go through what May did if something happened to them. And he didn’t want his soulmate to go through it, if when he was out being Spider-Man, something happened to him.

So he decided then and there to never have his tattoo out in the open – it was easy to hide, since it was on his back, but he was still always careful about changing in gym class and making sure no one saw it. He wasn’t sure what he would do if he met his soulmate – he was pretty sure no one ever rejected their other half, but it was something he knew he would have to do if he met them. It was cruel, but he didn’t want them to get hurt because of him.

So, he hated the idea of soulmates, because he knew he would never be able to happily be with his.

anonymous asked:

My mom has a personal trainer whose husband is rich as shit and he watches out for the PT but still lets him have fun and the PT had me take shots lmao anyways what I'm saying is I hope you find someone who brings out the best in you and watches out for you just enough. And bring rich doesn't matter but it's a fun bonus so I hope that upon you too

thank you for sharing.. and thank you for those nice encouraging words. i shall embrace this good energy

anonymous asked:

If ur still doing the Drabble thing, can u do sterek #27 please?

send me a # for a sterek drabble from here or here!

27. “I’m pregnant.”


“I have something to tell you…” Stiles tightens his hold on Derek’s hand, which rests in his lap. The serious look on Stiles’ face makes Derek raise an eyebrow. “I’m not quite sure how to tell you this, but I’m pregnant.”

Derek opens his mouth to speak, but is cut off. “Now, before you say absolutely anything, I want you to know that I am keeping it and you can be as involved as you want. No pressure.”

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DARK MATTER | 2.01 | Five & Six

I was torn. I didn’t know what to do. I was a cop, sworn to uphold the law, and after that planet was destroyed-

Ok, so I’m watching episode 6 of Surgeon Simulator VR (this timestamp) and

Jack: It doesn’t matter if I have aaaall the gravity or fucking NONE OF IT! I can STILL do these operations, ‘cause I’M THE BEST SURGEON! …AND the best dancer, and what else? *puts hand up to ear, waiting for a reply*
Me, internally: Uhh, you’re just…such a great listener. ..
Jack: …Yes, the best listener.
Me: *covers mouth in absolute shock*
Jack: You’re welcome.

crimes

one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, nine, nine, nine…

By the time the Impala’s carved a path out of New York, the sun’s setting. Dean’s not really leaning on the accelerator. There are problems up ahead, yeah, and they’re big ones—but everything urgent in him sits in the sleeping hulk of his brother, silent and slumped on the other side of the bench. Everything else just pales in comparison.

Pennsylvania’s blurring into Ohio and Ezekiel hasn’t said a word, not since they got into the car. Sam just looks like he’s sleeping, curled up with his forehead against the window, and he’s never going to be small again but sometimes he fakes it pretty well. Dean keeps glancing over. Feels like he’s looking at Sam more than at the road, and hell. Who can blame him. He’d be touching Sam, too, if he thought he could get away with it, but he doesn’t want to wake Sammy up. Or—or Ezekiel, maybe. Whichever. He doesn’t have the radio on, or a tape, and he’s coasting along I-90 at an easy seventy-five, nothing but the sound of the engine and the highway wind. It’d be peaceful, if he weren’t sick to his stomach.

His face still hurts, a little, under the new whole skin. Ezekiel healed him, the tiniest glow of white-fire magic so that Sam wouldn’t suspect anything. Dean wasn’t hurt in the church, after all. Not like Sam was. Dean tightens his hands on the steering wheel. Wouldn’t do to have Sam suspect, Ezekiel had said, and Dean had gone along because—because, Christ, what the hell else can he do.

He’s going to have nightmares about that church. About Sam’s too-skinny face, the hollows under his shocked-open eyes. The blood slipping dark to the rotting sacred floorboards and Sam empty-handed, looking at Dean like—isn’t it obvious? Glowing on the inside while he peeled himself open, bloody wet and mutilated, gleaming white-gold lighting up the tears streaking down. And then—even after, after Dean kissed him careful, wrapped up his split palm and brought him in close. After the fall, after he dragged a half-comatose Crowley out and shoved him into the damn trunk. That drive, with Sam shuddering fly-stung in pain, moaning, collapsed over and into himself like just being alive hurt, and nothing Dean could do—that was a nightmare, all on its own. He tried holding onto Sam’s hand, just so Sammy could maybe ground himself, but Sam flinched, said stop, stop it hurts with his voice cracked right down the middle. Nothing for it but to put the pedal to the floorboard and drive with the sour taste of Sam’s looming death lingering at the back of his tongue, ignoring the horrific lightshow all around and hoping a hospital could provide some kind of miracle, if heaven couldn’t.

A semi passes by and he glances down. Accidentally let the speed drop to sixty. If Sam were awake he’d be getting no end of crap for it. He drags a hand down his face and tries to focus. The sun’s really down, now, and they’ll be coming up on Cleveland soon. They’re headed back west, back toward the bunker, but he’s not really driving with anywhere in mind. He tries to think when he slept last and it’s kind of a blur, but he doesn’t want to stop. Can’t imagine sleeping before Sam wakes up. Can’t chance that this, Sam up and living, could be a dream.

All he wants is Sam. He chances a look over and Sam’s still sleeping, his face healed-up and soft in the passing headlights, even if he still looks wrung-out. Nearly hurts, to look at him, and Dean refocuses on the road, dashed yellow line skimming past and disappearing under the dark hulk of the car. So familiar, and not enough to distract him. He just doesn’t—he doesn’t understand how it got so wrong. The year’s been rough, no doubt about it. He knows that some things got said that maybe shouldn’t’ve, and that’s on him. It was just… hard, when he got back. Hard to talk, hard even to touch without flinching, and there were all those nights of not sleeping, of turning to fighting because it was easier, and it turns out it was doing something to Sam.

He forgot. For all Sam surges ahead, does whatever he wants, for all that Dean’s been on his back for the kid for over fifteen years now, for what feels like his whole life, sometimes Sammy’s nothing more than his little brother. Picks up shit Dean never meant to say and holds it close, tucked under his big heart, long past when Dean’s forgotten whatever fight they had that prompted it. Stores up words and uses them like knives, to cut himself to ribbons. Like it’s ever been what Dean says that matters.

He remembers, though. He made Sam a promise, in the church, but Sam made him a promise, too. All the way back, months ago. That first trial. Sam promised that they’d make it to the end, together, and Dean—well, he bought in. Deep down inside, he believed Sam. Believed that no matter what kind of day it came to when they finally had to cash in their chips, they’d be doing it together. It’s been hard, these last months, no doubt about it. Hard on Sam, and hard on Dean, too, but—he remembers that night, in the girl’s room at that stupid ranch. No matter how freaked and worried he’d been, there was Sam’s big hand wrapped around the back of his neck, conviction lighting him up, his thumb dragging over Dean’s jaw, making Dean meet his eyes. There’s light at the end of the tunnel, he’d said, half a smile on his face, a dimple curving into his cheek. Dean can remember it like it was yesterday, and he’d believed it. If only he’d been able to convince Sam that his belief was true.

Sign says Cleveland’s coming up in forty miles and he shifts in his seat, dry-eyed and aching. He’s still nauseous over the choice he made. About the light that’s lurking, wrapped around his little brother’s soul. He’s going to have to lie to Sam, for who knows how long, and that guilt’s already sitting heavy in his chest. Well, it can take a number. They made each other promises. To be together. Hell came long ago and Dean feels like he’s about to drown in the high water, but that doesn’t matter. No matter what, he’s going to look after Sam. Going to do his damn job. Keep his promise. Maybe the light at the end of the tunnel’s going to turn out to be hellfire, but they’re still going to get there, side by side. One way or another.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, this is gonna be oddly specific (& long) I'm sorry. Ik u get them ALL the time but can you have the UT/UF bros and US/SF pap with a crush (or s/o?) whose always happy, even if they're not really. And one day they had a stressful day and the crush just begins to break down a bit and they rush into their place and shower so they can just let it all out? And if the skells are still there the crush apologizes after for their snappy attitude? Sorry I'm alright just not 100%. Thank you so much!!!!

I hope you feel better soon my friend!

Undertale

Sans

Hey, Classic knows what it’s like to go through every day with a smile on his face, but he’s actually dying inside. He’s kind of relieved that you broke down because it isn’t healthy that you’re keeping everything bottled up inside you. At least you did so in a safe place as well so he could watch over you and take care of you afterwards. No matter how much you apologize to him, he explains that he was never mad in the first place. You can come over and jump in his shower anytime you want. 

Papyrus

Paps is extremely observant, so he knows when you’re not feeling that well and always calls you out on it. He tries to best to make you happy and feel better, but that doesn’t always work out, which hurts him a little, but he understands that he can’t fix out all the time. When you break down crying at his house and use his shower, he lays a warm towel outside the door for you and fresh pair of his clothes so you can borrow. Afterwards, he just holds you, telling you that everything is going to be alright. 

Underfell

Sans

Red doesn’t exactly know what to do. He can relate about the faking a smile (though he doesn’t do it well) but when you break down and cry at his house, he’s just kind of awkwardly standing there. He’ll gladly let you use his shower so he can have time to think and come up with something to help you in some way. When you come out, he puts on a movie and doesn’t mention anything else about the incident. 

Papyrus

When you break down in his house, he just waits til you’re finished and then he leads you into his shower; he knows it helps. Fell never saw through your smile, he just assumed that you were happy with him. When you cry like that, he gets angry because to him, you basically lied. How is he supposed to help you if you don’t tell him that you’re unhappy? He scolds you about this, but then wraps you in a warm blanket and makes you a nice cup hot chocolate. 

Underswap 

Papyrus

After you had your breakdown and your shower, he offers you one of his joints so you could relax and get out of reality for a while (DON’T DO DRUGS KIDDOS). He doesn’t ask you about what happened that day, but he does lend you an ear whenever you need him to. 

Swapfell

Papyrus

If you allow him, he’ll hop in the shower with you. Not for sexual reasons, but he finds touch comforting so this is the best way for him to comfort you. He lets you cry on him as he washes your hair for you or massage your back. Rus doesn’t push you, but he asks that you don’t hide behind that smile anymore, at least not with him. He wants to make you happy. 

so im curious are people completely totally against an american skam no matter what? like even if it stays true to the original and is a realistic depiction of teenagers and the serious problems they go through? even if they cast actual teenagers who aren’t all super models? or do people not want it at all? like no matter what or how it could turn out would people just rather they not do it at all and just keep it the four seasons we got from the original? also if by the off chance the people making it do everything right and it looks like it could be as good as the original will you give it a try and watch or not even then?

Things I'm low-key scared about regarding tonight's episode:
  1. Anyone Dying (Minus Tucker, he can go burn in hell)

  2. WayHaught breaking up

  3. Someone being kidnapped

  4. Goo manipulating Nicole

  5. Anyone getting seriously injured (Again minus Tucker)

Honestly, no matter what happens I’ll probably still cry. And no matter what happens I’ll still keep watching!!

anonymous asked:

2ps react to a S/O who absolutely refuses to admit that they're sick like they could have the frickin flu or something like that and they still be like 'I'm fine'

2p!America: “Why are you so stubborn? Doll, just let me take you to the doctor!” Would drag them to the doctors kicking and screaming if he has to.

2p!Canada: “Okay fine, you’re not sick but you’re not leaving this house until you admit you’re sick.” He keeps a close watch on them

2p!England: He sighed, “you’re sick! Just admit it, love. Let me take you to the doctor”. He is going to make them take their medicine. When it comes to illness, he doesn’t joke around. No matter what they say he will make sure they relax and are ok.

2p!France: He would just give up in the end. “Ok, I was trying to help” he would say before going to smoke or take a nap. He would try later on to give them medicine and would get so fed up he takes them to the hospital.

2p!China: Slips in home remedies and medicines into all their drinks and meals. Acts sick himself to make them lay down with him as the both just take care of each other.

2p!Russia: Once he notices, they better not expect to leave the house. He will doctor them and if they protest he will give them a look that makes them quiet.

2p!Italy: He’s just going to take them to the hospital. He doesn’t care what they say he doesn’t want them to become even more sick. He’ll probably give them the silent treatment while they are there., he would feel upset that they were denying their illness

2p!Germany: He gets super protective and when they try to leave bed he acts needy

2p!Prussia: “I know you said you’re not sick but please take this so I can stop worrying.”

2p!Japan: Honestly? Same. If his
s/o did that though he’d just force them to stay in bed. He’ll hold them down himself if he has to.

2p!Romano: A fight will break out. “You are sick! Just admit it!” will most likely be yelled before he forces them to take their medicine. He would apologize afterwards explaining that he was just worried for them.

2p!Spain: “Sit down, shut up, and take the medicine.”

anonymous asked:

Hey! A lot of us in the fandom get hate for being over the age of 18 and still following dancers/studios (I'm turning 22 this year) just wondering what your thoughts on the subject were as a parent and teacher?

Dance is an art form . Even if you maybe didn’t dance a lot as a kid or maybe you did - loving dance comes from inside ! Dancers have a passion for it no matter what age . So to me it doesn’t matter your age . I’m getting old ! Lol and my passion for watching a dance and appreciating dance will never go away ! 💕