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Row 1: The cast of “FIVE” from Episode 03 of the drama.

Row 2: Some very delicious shaved ice that Nishii Yukito (Arisawa Nao) had the chance to eat and the pair of glasses that Asou Hina (Asakawa Nana) is now using in the drama.

Row 3: To quote Nana-chan’s Tweet, “Sato Ryuji-kun as Shingeki no Toshi [1] who is trying to eat Sakurai Keito-kun, who plays Masato [2].” xDDDDDDD

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NOTE:

[1] “Shingeki no Toshi” is a reference to the manga/anime series “Shingeki no Kyojin” which features man-eating giants. For more information about the series, please head to this website: HERE

[2] Masato refers to Chiwa Masato, who is Toshi’s childhood friend. 

I really need some like, otayuri fluff in my life rn?? Like pls

•At the beach and Otabek cant swim so Yuri tries to teach him how to swim
•it turns into a giant mess tho because Yuri is apparently a really shitty teacher
•Otabek kisses his frustrations away and instead they make sand castles

•Otabek can draw?? What?? So Yuri lays down on the couch in the LEAST sexy pose and says “draw me like one of your french girls”
•Beka takes a whopping 5 minutes on it, coloring and all, and they laugh at it for 10 minutes
•Later when Yuri falls asleep during the movie at the other end of the couch, Otabek sneaks down and actually does a very nice portrait of Yuri asleep
•Yuri has them both framed in his apartment next to each other

•Yuri constantly buys shit for Beka because he has like no impluse control
•Guys this boy has like a $1,000 backpack okay dont talk to me
•Anyways one day he buys Beka this leather jacket that looks like it belongs in a Lady Gaga music video. Its a crop top jacket with studs and fringe EVERYWHERE and Yuri LOVES IT
•After mails it, like, a week later, Otabek posts a pic on instagram of him, leaning against his bike, in leather skinny jeans and the jacket with ray bands on and it goes like, viral over night. Yuri is s h o o k. Otabek texts him later like, “Oh, by the way, thanks for the jacket Babe”

Give me the boys being silly and stupid and in love p l e a s e

anonymous asked:

I would love to see a fluff about Yuri shaving Victor. Idk, but I find that kind of thing so cute! Thanks again. ♡

It’s a Sunday morning ritual. It has been for almost a year now. Sometimes they have to forgo it if they’re travelling, but mostly every weekend they indulge in a lazy morning, taking their time to get up, making sure that they spend the extra hours being dedicated to each other and nothing else.

Neither are sure how it first started, really. Maybe it was on one of those morning’s they’d decided to do everything for each other: wash each other’s bodies, fix each other’s hair, feed each other breakfast. But now it’s become habit that, morning shower or not, Yuuri shaves Victor. 

It had started off innocently enough. Yuuri straddling him and using his electric razor to clear the fine dusting of stubble Victor had accumulated over the past day. It’s intimate, but something that any couple might do for each other.

Now, though, it’s changed into something more. A few months ago, Yuuri had brought out a straight razor instead of Victor’s usual electric shaver. He hadn’t asked, hadn’t explained, just offered. 

As terrifying as it might have been - a single blade so close to Victor’s neck - he’s always trusted Yuuri, and he’d agreed with almost no hesitation.

The first session had been quiet. Just Yuuri concentrated on cleanly shaving Victor. His sweeps weren’t perfect, but he hadn’t nicked Victor at all, just left him with soft skin. 

They hadn’t discussed it and had gone back to the electric razor the next week. But the week after, Yuuri had given him the choice - electric or straight razor. Victor had chosen the blade. 

It’s beyond intimate now, this ritual of theirs, but still something they only indulge in once a week.

It always starts off the same, Yuuri sitting a naked Victor down on the edge of the tub, pulling the brush, soap, and blade out from under the sink. He doesn’t need to turn the overhead lights on - the morning sun is streaming in through the window at the perfect angle.

He heats a washcloth under the hot water of the tap, pressing it to Victor’s face once he’s pleased with the temperature. It’s quiet as they wait, letting the warm wet weight of the washcloth soften the stubble Victor has. 

When he’s satisfied, Yuuri sets the blade ontop of the washcloth beside Victor as he wets the brush, swirling it over the soap to make a lather, the edges of the brush lightly tapping against the ceramic bowl the soap sits in. Victor’s eyes flutter closed as Yuuri slowly brushes the foam across his jaw in long swipes, gathering more lather as needed. The bristles of the brush are soft, but sometimes catch against his stubble. 

He only blinks his eyes open when Yuuri turns to wash out the brush in the sink. He receives a soft smile when he turns back around and their eyes meet.

Victor quietly tips his head back to bare his throat to Yuuri when he picks up the razor and washcloth. Yuuri steps in between his legs, one hand keeping Victor’s head steady, the other carefully holding the blade. The first sweep is long and easy. Yuuri wipes the excess soap from the blade on the washcloth drapped over his arm. 

“My dad taught me this,” he admits for the first time this Sunday. “Back when I was a teenager.”

It takes a few more sure swipes of the blade before he continues.

“When he did, I wasn’t sure what the point was. There were easier ways, and I certainly wasn’t growing enough of a beard at fifteen to warrant a full shave.”

Victor hums in the back of his throat to show he’s listening. He doesn’t speak though as Yuuri’s swiping along his jaw. 

“I practiced anyway,” he admits. “Because I thought maybe it would be a useful skill. My father told me that if I could master this, then any other shave would be easy.”

He has a fond look in his eyes as he tilts Victor’s face to the side to slide the blade up his neck. 

“I thought it was ridiculous. And after I’d learned how to do it, I just stuck to disposable razors because they were easier.”

“Seems a shame,” Victor murmurs as Yuuri cleans the blade on the washcloth.

“I suppose.” Yuuri agrees as he continues. He works his way slowly across Victor’s face, fingers and blade moving together in a loving motion. Every action for to Victor, and Victor alone.

Victor shows his own trust, his own love for Yuuri in the way he moves pliantly with each tilt of his head. Never flinching when Yuuri comes close with the razor.

It’s almost erotic, this reverence, this attention that Yuuri gives him on those late Sunday mornings. A moment just for the two of them. 

“Even though I always thought it was a little archaic,” Yuuri says as he swipes at any moustache hairs Victor might have, “I’m glad I learned it.”

“Mmnn,” Victor agrees.

“Because now I can share it with you,” Yuuri breathes, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. It’s heart wrenching to see how soft Yuuri is in this light, smiling, eyes intent on Victor, adoration showing completely on his face. Devotion. That’s what this ritual is. A promise of every Sunday from here until forever.

When Yuuri’s finished and has turned to wash the blade before he cleans Victor’s face, Victor stands, waiting until Yuuri’s turned around again before he catches him in a kiss. 

The leftover shaving cream smears across both their faces. Yuuri’s stubble scratches across Victor’s soft skin. He feels contentment. 

“Maybe one day you can teach me too,” He says before pulling him into another kiss.

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Reto Berra going down in a, what it seems to be a blocking butterfly then ‘shaking’ (correct me if I’m wrong)..

Originally posted by nylander

Alex Stalock also going down in butterfly and ‘shaking’  his pads..

“The Wild’s Darcy Kuemper taking a breather.

https://www.nytimes.com/2015/05/20/sports/hockey/nhl-goalies-need-their-alone-time-er-stretching-routines.html?_r=0

McDonald nugget (Fleury) spreading his chicken wings..

Gotta be flexible to make acrobatic saves..


Originally posted by hockeynat96

‘Shaving’ the ice.. Ice might be slick and you don’t wanna slide out of postion, good warm up for your legs and the puck slows down easier.

I don’t know what this fucker is doing.. (’Scuse my french)

Carey Price teaching the kids..


Jonathan Quick streching his legs..

@soapandsofas took this absolutely stunning photo of me on the way to the convention this morning.

Emoji in Japanese

Originally posted by animefoodissugoi

Valentines is coming, let’s translate sweets!!

🍡(Dango) 団子
🍦(Ice Cream) アイスクリーム
🍧(Shaved Ice) かき氷
🍩(Doughnut) ドーナツ
🍪(Cookie) クッキー
🎂(Cake) ケーキ
🍰(Shortcake) ショートケーキ
🍫(Chocolate) チョコレート      
🍬(Candy) お菓子
🍭(Lollipop) ロリポップ
🍮(Pudding) プリン
🍯(Honey) 蜂蜜(はちみつ)


Originally posted by memmil

Let’s go all the way and translate all the food emojis!!

🍇(Grapes) 葡萄(ぶとう)
🍈(Melon) メロン
🍉(Watermelon) 西瓜(すいか)
🍊(Tangerine) タンジエリン
🍋(Lemon) レモン
🍌(Banana) バナナ
🍍(Pineapple) プイナップル
🍎(Apple)   りんご
🍐(Pear) 梨の未(なしのみ)
🍑(Peach) 桃(もも)
🍒(Cherry) チェリー
🍓(Strawberry) いちご
🍅(Tomato) トマト
🍆(Eggplant) 茄子(なす)
🌽(Corn) 玉蜀黍(とおもろこし)
🍄(Mushroom) 茸(きのこ)
🍞(Bread) パン
🍖(Meat) 肉(にく)
🍗(Chicken) 鶏(にわとり)
🍔(Hamburger) ハンバーガー
🍟(French Fries) フレンチポテト
🍕(Pizza) ピザパイ
🍳(Cooking) 料理 (りょうり)
🍲(Hotpot) 鍋(なべ)
🍱(Bento Box) 弁当(べんとう)
🍘(Rice Cracker) 煎餅(せんべい)
🍙(Rice Ball) おにぎり
🍚(Rice) ご飯(ごはん)
🍛(Curry Rice) かれー
🍜(Ramen) ラメン
🍝(Spaghetti) スパゲテイ
🍠(Sweet Potato) 焼き芋(やきいも)
🍢(Barbeque) おでん
🍣(Sushi) すし
🍤(Fried Shrimp) 天ぷら(てんぷら)
🍥(Fish Cake) なると//しんじょ
☕(Coffee) コーヒー
🍵(Tea) お茶(おちゃ)
🍶(Sake) 酒(さけ)
🍷(Wine) ワイン
🍸(Cocktail) カクテル
🍹(Tropical) トロピカルドリンク
🍺(Beer) ベール
🍻(Cheers) 乾杯(かんぱい)

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unamedwatcher  asked:

How on earth did you guys survive summers without air conditioning? Mine went out two days ago and I'm about five minutes away from giving myself an ice cube enema just to make it through the heat.

it wasnt fun, thats for sure. though i’ll admit i never quite got to the point where that sounded like a good idea. 

mostly we acclimated–humans do this neat thing where our bodies can adapt to hot environments, but nowadays people just jump from air conditioned environment to air conditioned environment and dont build up that tolerance by staying in the heat. but back then, we just got used to it. that only goes so far though. 

the summer of 1936 was a nasty one. i mean, horribly, terribly, melt your bones hot. nobody wanted to do anything, it was just so hot. the whole city just wanted to find a shady spot and lie still until the heatwave passed.  people who had fire escapes off their apartments would sleep on them at night, so they wouldn’t have to be indoors, where it was even hotter and there was no moving air. neighborhoods broke open fire hydrants and cooled off that way–i once saw a man in a three piece business suit walk right into the spray from a hydrant, looking blissful as anything. some people carried umbrellas or parasols. people found bodies of water and got in them–rivers, ponds, public fountains, which was neither safe nor sanitary. places that sold cold drinks were packed, and vendors selling shaved ice on the streets sold out. 

but the best thing was the pools. that summer, the WPA opened 11 enormous new public outdoor swimming pools across the city. back then, they were the peak of technology. four of them were in brooklyn, and stevie and i tried out all of them. it was the social site of the season, so i was in fine form. 

it was great–stevie could swim pretty well, despite not having much muscle mass, and the chemicals didnt bother his asthma too much. whenever the two of us werent working, we were at one of those pools. really, it seemed like most of the city was in the water trying to cool off. 

one thing we didn’t have? sunscreen. that wasn’t really around until the war. im a bit darker than steve, and even i was lobster red after the first few days. i made it work–red is my color.

stevie, though. steve was so red he could stop traffic.

anonymous asked:

This can be for either canon show Victuuri or fic, but do u think Victor or Yuuri shave their pubes at all? and if so, what's your headcanon on it?

Yuuri looks like he almost never has to shave his face, so I’m thinking he probably just does a little trimming to keep clean. 

But Victor is so fucking extra that he probably goes all-out, and instead of just shaving, he waxes. And by that, I mean he waxes EVERYTHING. 😏

We Are Young: Chapter 9

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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These past couple weeks were the most confusing and heart-wrenching ones of Elide’s short life.

After skipping school the first couple days after she and Manon called it quits, Elide realized she couldn’t hide forever. From both school, and her Uncle. Because she couldn’t exactly stay home when she skipped, so she would spend her days hiding out around town. But there were only so many places she could hide in public.

When she finally did go back to school, she avoided Manon. Not because she was scared to actually run into her. But because she didn’t think she’d actually be able to handle it. Seeing Manon meant facing all the questions she still had yet to figure out. Questions she didn’t even know how to start answering.

Her whole life she thought she had to choose. Boys or girls. She never really took to boys when she was younger, mainly because a lot of the boys her age bullied her. Her first crush had been a girl. She was sweet and nice, and after her parents died, she had a person. A someone she cared about. And a never-ending fear of what that meant, when she realized that she liked girls, and that her uncle would never be okay with it. Over the years, she thought some boys cute, but she liked girls. She was sure of it. She had to choose, right?

That’s what Elide always believed. Until she finally kissed a boy. Until she kissed Lorcan. Until she realized she liked it.

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so this is like, blogger very much has A Thing about this, part 1:

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“You should let me do that,” Victor says one morning, when he looks into the bathroom and finds Yuuri shaving.

Yuuri’s only halfway through, foam still spread over the right side of his jaw. He’s not sure he’s heard Victor right, at first; he sets the razor down and turns to look over his shoulder.

“Not today, if you don’t want,” Victor says. “But some time.” His gaze flicks down from Yuuri’s face to the counter, and stays for a moment before it comes back up.

So not a translation problem, then. “Is this a sex thing?” he asks, because Victor has that faint dreamy look about him. “Not that–it’s okay if it’s a sex thing.”

Victor says, “I like doing things for you.”

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