Because I love this child and he needs more love, especially his relationship with Yuuri ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

While Phichit is an incredibly friendly lovable cinnamon roll, he won’t stand for anything threatening his best friend Yuuri, even if the threat happens to be someone Yuuri loves. Yuuri clearly adores the Victor he knows now (just as much as he idolized the distant figure in the past), but Phichit won’t forget how much Victor hurt Yuuri in the past, unintentional or not.

I headcanon that on top of being a skilled figure skater, Phichit is an academic genius who skipped grades and entered college in Detroit super early where he met Yuuri, which explains their long acquaintance despite the age difference. He is very, VERY protective of Yuuri. I’ll put up a more detailed headcanon post later (and if there’s interest, possibly prequel comic of pre-YOI anime Detroit college days).

Also, extra:


everyone is gay: the musical // magnus & even, t+

aka: magnus has an awakening and even is unfortunate enough to be near it.
(for ceecee aka @westiris, thank u for supporting my impulsiveness love u)

“I gotta ask you something.”

Magnus blurts it out over lunch one day when it’s just him and Even sitting at the table. Even doesn’t even have to look up from his phone to know that Magnus is staring intently at him, hands in his lap as he waits for Even to tell him, “go ahead, lay it on me, I’m a human search engine.”

“What’s up, Magnus,” he all but sighs instead, tossing his phone onto the table.

Magnus doesn’t even hesitate before beginning with “So you’re bisexual,” and Even’s patience is already compromised.

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I drive with silence.

It’s a lonely road, and one I never thought I’d travel. I never would have imagined this to be my path of life. It’s been an uphill struggle, with sharp bends and sudden dips—sometimes I lost sight of the top of that hill.

But it’s the hill I chose to climb, and now… here I am, at its peak, looking back into my past. My perspective has changed. Here I am, at its peak, and I’m not looking up anymore.

(Have I left you behind? I reach out, can you take my hand? But everyone is still climbing their hill—I’ve reached the top of mine.) Here I am.

Where do I go now? There’s no more path, no more road to travel, not like the one I had. Will I ever get that back, that path towards something?

Where do I go now?

I’m wandering. I’m lost.

Can you see me, from the top of this hill? Can you see who I am?

See who I am. I am what I love.

And I love you. I love what you do; I love who you are. Each and every one of you—a unique and individual human, climbing their own hill. So take my hand, and we’ll walk this next path together.

—thoughts and feelings from @markiplier’s “I Feel Lost

…I am 100% sure that I don’t know what I’m doing or how this will turn out….

this is my valentines gift for my lovely @maumauxmau

Aaah I said i am satisfied but i struggle with judars shoulder and hakuryuus strange face a lot. (what are proportions and where have they gone??) >_< But I hope you like it anyway! 

So that’s how judar and hakuryuu gonna enjoy valentine’s day. Naked cuddling under a fluffy blanket <3  >D (do i need to tag this pic as nsfw?????)

I LOVE YOU MAU ! SORRY FOR SPAMMING AND TALKING SO MUCH OKAY? please tell me if i am a bother q-q I wish you to be happy and healthy and everything. you deserve it because you are a very precious and good human and I treasure you for that ! The world needs more people like you. 

And thank you for listening to me even though I am a blablabla and thank you for always asking how I am !! ^0^ and yeah… sorry (for what??) I don’t know. I always feel guilty no matter what I do. It’s part of my personality lol. :<

I’m Here For You

I know I haven’t posted anything new in a while, and I have no idea if this even makes sense, or if it’s well written. I just started writing and didn’t stop. I’ve had a lot going on right now, and on top of that, I have had major writers block. Then today, I was laying bed with my music playing, and a song spoke out to me. I needed to write something. So, I wrote this one shot that was inspired by the song Lips of an Angel by Hinder. 

PS. As for chapter 8 of the Road Trip. I am almost done with it. I promise it will be up in the next couple of days. 

Word Count: 3,043

Sometimes when the universe wants something to happen, it’s going to happen no matter what—that was Lucas’ exact thought when he saw Riley waiting for him in his bedroom with a big envelope. He gets taken back to freshmen year where they both were afraid their relationship had reached the end when Mrs. Matthews got the job offer in London, and they were both relieved when Mrs. Matthews decided to stay in New York, yet their senior year is here, and Riley is holding the big envelope from Cambridge University—everyone knows what the big envelope means.

The pair talked about what would happen if Riley got accepted when she applied. They were hopefully for the future of their relationship, the way they have always been, but the thousands of miles that would be there is separate them made them a tad bit doubtful.

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What if I told you guys that even as a trans guy, I don’t wear my binder during sex? That I sometimes skipped binding on hot days because I overheat easily and could literally die. That I am okay being topless in front of my close friends. AND HO GET READY FOR THE BIG ONE. That I still cosplay female characters even after coming out.

Does that make you uncomfortable? I’m sorry, but that’s my life.

Saying that trans guy has to be dysphoric 24/7 in order to be considered valid is just as bad as when cis people say that you have to try and pass or you have to get top/bottom surgery. Both are equally unwarranted and disgusting. It also once again gives into the sexism against ftm who constantly have to prove themselves because god forbid they do anything slightly feminine (like let’s say, pose sexily in women’s clothing, binder or not) and are suddenly thrown under the bus for “not being real men”.

Wanna know what gives me dysphoria? When you guys call me lazy because I chose to skip binding on a hot day. When you guys think it’s weird and “kinda gross” that I still will put on the female cosplays. When you guys tell me maybe I would pass more if I didn’t have colored hair, wore makeup, or constantly showed off my curves.

You don’t get to dictate our lives or how we feel. As for my fellow trans men who do struggle with dysphoria and don’t like seeing these kinds of behaviors those like me, YOU can surround yourself with the things YOU need to get by, just as I and other trans guys will do. Unfollow, block, ask for content to be tagged, have a discussion instead of a screaming contest, IT REALLY ISN’T THAT HARD.

But sure, just keep ruining someone’s life by threatening their career, misgendering them and sending them death threats that’s cool

I am so distraught and torn by this person I unfortunately met off tinder in November

We talked everyday literally almost every hour of the day for two months and we got to know each other pretty well. It was one of those situations where u think he’s not just another guy from tinder he wants to actually get to know me

We met at the casino and had fun and he wanted to go back to my place and we had fun watching movies !

A few weeks went by and he let off texting me all the time. And then just never texted back one day in feb.

I don’t get how ppl can do that.
He obviously didn’t feel the same way about me.
It really hurt me.

  • What he says: Where is Bickslow?
  • What he means: Why is my Bickslow bae not at the forefront of battle kicking ass? You can't keep piling up enemies that are nonhuman or wear glasses forever, Mashima. His combination of powers is virtually insurmountable; you have try to fight blindly if he takes his visor off and if you do that you get your ass kicked very quickly. Even if you don't think his battle abilities are important, what about his surveillance ones? The man can see souls, so he immediately knows if something isn't human. Do souls have specific signatures or visual clues? Could he immediately tell if there was an impostor around? Why is Bickslow so unexplored? You can't just hand a guy scary powers and a facial tattoo and a weird tongue and call it a day.

i used to love everything about you:

the stars glowing in your eyes,
the gold covering your heart,
the bright smile on your lips,
the silky sound of your laugh…

now that time has passed i know

fire when liquid still burns,
pure metals are icy cold,
lips can make your stomach churn,
silk can cut you to the bone.

the softness of your skin, 
the lightness of your touch
-imaginary hints of presence,
blurred border between real and not.

i used to love everything about you
but you are not the ‘you’ i thought i knew

—  i made you up; d.m

No story today.

*insert nervous laughter*. I’ve been a tiny bit busy (kind of…) but I am currently working on something prettty amazing that you’ll see next week. So instead of a story today, I’ll tell you my own story irl to make up for it. (lol plz don’t be sad).

Once upon a time, I had a pretty big crush on this guy. Anyways one day, my best friend and I, as well as that guy went to the park together - cause that’s where cool kids obviously go. We were on the playground (so cool) and I was on the swings. I’m not a very adventurous person but I decided - let’s jump off! I had only done it once before (I know so badass) but mid-air on a big swing, I jumped and somehow, I didn’t manage to land correctly so instead I face planted into the gravel. My black clothes BECAME ENTIRELY WHITE with dust and my face too.  IT WAS TERRIBLE. They both laughed and my best friend helped me “dust it off” which was more like smearing the dust everywhere and I was so humiliated. It hurt but I laughed it off. This is my dating life people. So exciting. Needless to say, it didn’t work out. 

-End story-

And because I feel terrible for not updating today, I’ll give you guys a sneak preview of the new oneshot I’m working on for next week. 

Ring Ri-

Holy moly am I all about her

It snowed here recently, and I was the first to make footprints in the snow going to my car. Today when I came home I realized that she, too, had come and gone but I didn’t realize what happened until I looked down.
There over my footprints were hers. Instead of making her own path she has been tracking over mine to and from her car all day. Gosh. It’s like she noticed that’s where I have been so she wants to be there too even if it’s just footprints and I love her so much you guys I’m so thankful.

I decided to post this because I’m super pumped because today we finished the 21 day fix and no one knows me here. Tumblr is my safe place. I’m down 27 inches and 7 lbs just from following the workout routine and meal plan (with some slip ups and missed workouts 🙈) and drinking my Shakeology! It’s only been 21 days. And a total of 31 pounds since January 1st. I’m so happy with the changes I see. Although, I feel like I’m never going to lose my chubby baby face, I’m so proud of myself for sticking with this. I am no where near where I want to be, but I feel better, my head doesn’t hurt as often, I can feel myself getting stronger, my clothes are starting to fit looser; I’m happy. I have so much appreciation for all of the wonderful people that have helped motivate me. I can’t wait to see what Core De Force has to offer my body. ❤️

i crave friendship

I crave:

Friendships that burn as intensely as summer, and are as steady and as unchanging as the ground beneath my feet. Friendships that are intimate and honest and full of love, and laughter, and when there are tears, there are shoulders there to lean on, or arms to be wrapped up in. Friendships that are worth fighting for, friendships where I don’t feel like I’m on a one-way road, friendships that are courageous and wonderful, and full of endless conversations about the turn of the world, or ships on the horizon, or simply about how your day went and how you’d like for the rest of your week to go. 

Friendships that are inspiring, friendships that are enduring, friendships that become family, that you can count on will be there when you need them the most. 

I crave tags on Tumblr and messages, too, and asks in my inbox, or private messages on Plurk, and nights watching movies or anime or playing video games, or writing a million stories about love, or smiles on lips after I pour my love into making food, or stories told over brunch or dinner in a restaurant in the din of a hundred voices. 

I crave being wanted and needed and thought about, and being someone you want in your life, someone you want to love, someone you want to talk to just to say hello, hi, I thought of you today, there was this gif I saw, or this picture, or video, and it reminded me of you today. I wrote down these words and wanted to share them with you today. 

Hello, hi, I crave friendship today.

On its own, Ni is a very extreme function. It’s so easy to get lost within Ni if one isn’t careful because it’s such an interesting world. Insights are anywhere and everywhere to analyze. Anything and everything can strike your fancy and you can spend hours trying to unravel a single intuition. It’s like a never ending maze of twists and turns without any dead ends. And that’s where the danger lies. Without any dead ends, how do you know when to stop? How long will you keep walking into an endless void of truths before you lose yourself in it? After all, when everything is a concept and interpretation, what is real?


Imagine someone on the Normandy (preferably before Shep has started romancing Garrus) planning with Shepard to mess with Garrus (probably Tali) by adding a program to the crew’s translators. Anytime he growls, huffs, sighs, or makes any noise the translator proclaims them to be *turian noises*. Even his subvocals are picked up.

The first time the program is tested out he is in the mess and eating with Shep and various crew members. He sighs unhappily at his dextro food because it’s not as good as stuff back home or even on the Citadel. Then a couple people are coughing including the Commander whose face is turning bright red. Garrus asks if she is alright but she just waves him off and the red fades. He doesn’t think anything about it until he is done eating and walks out of the mess. That’s when he hears what sounds like the Commander whispering “It worked.”

The next day he still doesn’t know what the hell “worked” but he is starting to feel annoyed. People keep looking at him weird or coughing when he is talking and sometimes he is sure that they are giggling at him. He knows he can be funny (really a smartass) when he tries but he has been pretty serious lately. He has no idea what’s up. He even asks a few people what’s so funny but all they do is shake there heads and say “Nothing Vakarian.”

This goes on for a couple more days and Garrus still has no idea that every few minutes people hear *turian noises* when he’s around. The Commander has of course ordered everyone not to tell him. Not until they tweak the program a little. They find another Turian language program that they add and now it further translates the noises he makes. The most common translation now is *frustrated turian noises*. Followed by *annoyed turian noises*. And Shep and the crew are on the verge of cracking up but they are still managing to keep the laughter in around him.

It’s especially hard when he is eating and the translator says *hungry turian noises* or when he first wakes up or right before he heads to his bunk it says *sleepy turian noises*. The majority of the girls and some of the guys usually let slip a awwww at that and when that happens it’s usually followed by *confused turian noises* and a wide eyed Garrus.

He kinda has an idea of what’s going on but no one will talk to him about it.

Shep isn’t the first one to crack. Though it was close. Her, Garrus, and Tali were surveying a planet and Shep was driving. And by driving I mean launching them over cliffs and trying to maneuver up mountains at impossible angles. Shep hears Garrus whine like he usually does when this happens but now the translator cuts in with *nauseated turian noises* and Tali loses her shit. She starts giggling uncontrollably with her hands covering her face plate and Garrus would love to ask what the hell she is laughing about when they are fixing to crash but he is afraid to open his mouth lest he hurl everywhere. He focuses on his Commander instead of the laughing quarian and he notices that her face is red again and her knuckles are white while she is steering. Now he knows that she herself is trying not to laugh. As soon as they are on level ground for the moment he jumps up from his seat and grabs Shepard’s armoured shoulder.

“Do you mind filling me in on whatever inside joke you have with everyone except me, Shepard?” It comes out sounding growly and the translator unnecessarily adds *angry turian noises*

The Commander stops driving and now it’s her turn to put her face in her hands and choke out laughter. Her laughing makes Tali start laughing again from where she is curled up in her seat gripping her sides.

“Turian noises!” Shepard manages to say between giggles. And Tali parrots it back. “Turian noises!”

It takes Garrus a second to put the pieces together but when he does he exclaims, “You two messed with the translators! That’s what’s been wrong with everyone. I knew it had something to do with my voice.” The translator adds *surprised turian noises* when he is done talking.

Shepard pats him on the three fingered hand still gripping her shoulder when she has managed to gain some composure. “We just wanted to understand you better, Garrus. Make sure nothing was getting lost in translation.”

“Riiiiight. It’s totally necessary that you understand my every sigh.” He rolled his blue eyes as the translator said *exasperated turian noises*.

They fill him in before they head back to the Normandy what the translator has been telling everyone. Occasionally it adds *amused turian noises* or *embarrassed turian noises* They promise to remove the added program since he knows and it was starting to become a distraction anyway. This makes *relieved turian noises*.

Once they are on board again Garrus informs everyone they encounter that he is now in on the joke and everyone is relieved. Especially Joker because he swears he almost broke a few ribs trying not to laugh. Some people start saying *turian noises* when he walks by and he laughs.

When he has a second alone with the Commander she stares at him with a large smile on her face. “You took that well, Garrus.” She leans into his personal space before she adds. “But are ya gonna be able to handle the crew telling you what kinda turian noise you just made, big guy?”

He hums and opens up his mouth to answer but the translator is already working. Shepard hears *aroused turian noises* and she makes *surprised human noises*. Garrus clicks his mouth plates shut on whatever he was going to say and tilts his head at her.

“What did it say?” His eyes are narrowed and give nothing away but the thin skin of his neck is flushing blue like he has some idea.

Shepard leans in again. “Why don’t you tell me what you think it said, big guy.” She might have grinned evilly at *aroused turian noises*.

Garrus just looked down at her with wide eyes and flared mandibles before growling. “Fuck.”

*sexually frustrated turian noises*

(Later Shepard managed to send a message to Tali before she fixed everyone’s translators. The Commander’s was to stay exactly like it was.)

I am not getting anywhere.

I’ve realized I have been walking in circles. Each road I’ve taken leads me right back to where I started.
Now, now I’m just sitting here. I’ve been sitting here for days, or maybe months, I can’t remember.

I remember going down some of the roads and everything being happy, I remember what happiness feels like. I remember what it looks like, what it sounds like.
It’s distant now, everything is distant. If I were to get up right now and go down another road, I bet you I could find it again. I could find happiness, but I can’t.

That’s the thing. I want to find it again, but I can’t.
I’m tired, exhausted, physically drained from going down so many roads just to end up where I started.

My shoes are worn, scattered holes and close to falling apart.
My feet are numb, gravel imbedded gashes and violet bruises cover my heels.
My knees are weak, quivering every time I try to carry myself onward.
My lungs are dead, each inhale leaves them stinging and gives them even more reason to collapse.
My hands are rough, dirt stained into the crevices from falling down so often.

My brain is tired.
My body is tired.

I don’t know which road to take, I don’t know if I can even get up again.
I just need to sit here.

I’m not getting anywhere.

—  Major Depressive Disorder

anonymous asked:

I just wanted to know why is it a problem when we promote it but you guys promote your own culture's appropriation

“we” lols. I just……….hun, where do I begin? Look. I am not “promoting” my own’s culture appropriation when I AM THE ONE participating IN the culture and targeting to an audience that know what henna is, why they want henna, etc. 

If you are self aware that it is a problem when YOU promote it, then there ya go!!!! You realize that and that’s wonderful so that should be your realization to stay in your lane. But please, without any knowledge on what was going on in 2014, who my friends are, what community I live in, who that post was targeted to…y’all don’t know shit when you think you do. I was helping a friend out. Nothing else, nothing more. Not promoting shit. 

I always sit and ponder when my life is going to change next. Who am I going to be surround by, will the person I fall asleep next to every night change? Who will I be? I know not everything can last forever but I just want to know what is going to change in a few years, a few months, few weeks, even a few days? Where is my life going and where will I end up?