idek wtf is going on

okay 

so some background

my school is in the middle of a military area

during the school year it’s mostly for events and even if at the beginning it’s kinda weird passing canons and an actual catapult on the way to school or finding soldiers sleeping on the tables in your class, you get used to it

okay, now for the actual story

i was playing Pokémon go and i noticed that the military area had like five pokéstops so i decided to go there

now, it was locked. this was unusual, but i ignored it and got in through a hole in the fence

 now i go to the first pokestop and get everything, everything’s okay

i go around the corner and there are soldiers everywhere

most of the are training

now, i understand i just broke into a military base

during the summer it’s an actual base where they are actually training

i’m about to go but

there’s a jigglypuff

there’s a jigglypuff on a soldier’s shoulder

and i will catch that jigglypuff

i sneak around carefully and catch the jigglypuff

i’ve done it

everything’s okay!

no.

somone is touching my shoulder

i freeze

i turn around

IT’S THE FUCKING COMMANDER

i can feel my life flashing before my eyes

i’m going to jail

i’m gonna DIE

but then

he’s glancing at my screen

and he smiles

and then he asks me

‘caught anything good?’

i stutter

‘a-a  jigglypuff s-sir’

his eyes light up

‘really???’

he took out his phone

and left me

somone came to ascort me out

i’m about to go

he yells ‘wait!’

and he showed me his  jigglypuff

and that’s it

i’m still kinda in a shock

TL;DR 

i broke into a military base to catch a jigglypuff, the commendar cought me and instead of getting mad he got exited cause he plays pokemon go

Yuri on Ice from Yakov’s perspective

Banquet:

 Yuri don’t let yourself get baited into a dance batt- I SAID DON’T GET BAITED INTO A DANCE BATTLE! GODDAMNIT YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE MEETING SPONSERS!

Victor! Mila! Stop encouraging them! AND STOP TAKING PICTURES

Victor you’re not even drunk! STOP DANCING WITH THE SLOPPY DRUNK

Why is there a stripper pole in here? Why is this allowed to get out of hand? WHERE THE HELL ARE CHRIS AND THIS DRUNK’S COACHES?!?

Victor! DON’T LET DRUNKS HUMP YOU IN FRONT OF SPONSERS! NO, YOU CAN’T TAKE HIM BACK TO HIS ROOM! I DON’T CARE IF YOU THINK YOU’RE IN LOVE HE’S DRUNK AND YOU’RE AN IDIOT! I’LL TAKE HIM BACK TO HIS ROOM BEFORE YOU MAKE ANY MORE BAD DECISIONS.

- *sends Celestino a strongly worded email about keeping an eye on his pupils in the future the next morning*

Episode One

- Victor stop. Stop pining. You aren’t in love. No I don’t believe in love at first sight and I certainly don’t believe in love at first drunken humping. You’re right I’m not taking this seriously. He hasn’t contacted you because he was DRUNK OUT OF HIS MIND! Did you see how much booze he downed? It’s a wonder he didn’t die of alcohol poisoning. Just stfu and skate.

- Victor no. It’s not a message. Victor no! Don’t give up your career for an ill-advised booty call! UGH if I can’t stop you just make sure our Yuri doesn’t find out where you went.

Episode Two

- WHY ARE YOU IN JAPAN TOO YURI! I COULDN’T STOP VICTOR MAKING AN ILL-ADVISED BOOTY CALL BUT YOU ARE TOO YOUNG TO BE ATTEMPTING THAT! YEAH SURE YOU’RE NOT THERE FOR THAT I’VE SEEN YOUR ROOM! …NO ONE HAS 30 POSTERS OF SOMEONE IN THEIR ROOM BECAUSE THEY ‘HATE THEM JUST SO MUCH’ YOU’RE FOOLING NO ONE KID!

Episode Three

- OMFG did you really give him a program about the night he got sloppy drunk and you turned into even a bigger moron? You’re going to put me into an early grave.

Episode Four

- MILA! STOP POKING THE SMOL ANGRY CHILD! HIS SCREECHING HURTS MY EARS!

- Wait, why the hell do I have to go live with my ex-wife and the angsty teen? I don’t want to have to listen to a list of my failures or a catalogue of all the ways Drunk Yuri is the worst especially as it tends to devolve into ‘stupid pig, how dare he be so good looking’.

Episode Five

- Victor stop trying to pretend this isn’t an elaborate booty call. This is not how coaching works.

Episode Six

- I have the living legend who gave it all up to be a pretend coach in order to get with a sloppy drunk, a sadist of a female skater who stirs up trouble on purpose, an angsty teen who can’t tell the difference between having a crush and hating someone and an emo skater who is far too old to be as emo as he is. Kill me now.

Episode Seven

- Maybe I was giving Victor a disservice. His student is actually doing quite well and maybe they are taking it seriously and HOLY FUCK NEVERMIND JUST KISS YOUR STUDENT IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD VICTOR YOU ASSHAT

Episode Eight

- Yuri has calmed down and I’m just going to ignore Victor. Yep that’ll work OMFG did you HAVE TO KISS HIS FUCKING SKATE?!? THIS IS WHY YOU WEREN’T ALLOWED TO TAKE HIM BACK TO THE HOTEL ROOM! YOU HAVE NO CHILL!

You want me to what? Be his coach? Well…only because I like Maccachin.

Episode Nine

- You’re alright actually, I hereby allow you the name Japanese Yuri instead of Drunk Yuri. You may be the only sane person I know surprisingly. I still am going to tell you off for fucking up though.

- ….I take it all back. WTF was up with all the hugging.

Episode Ten

- …They got engaged. Victor really is going to marry him….I’m not even surprised at this point. Fine. Keep him Japanese Yuri. He’s a pain in the ass anyway.

Episode Eleven

-  YES! I AM A PROUD DAD/COACH! HAPPIEST I’VE BEEN THIS WHOLE YEAR

Episode Twelve

- WTF? You’re coming back now? Idek what’s going on anymore.

- Well done Yuri! I’m so proud of you for winning gold!

- …They are doing a super romantic pairs skate because of course they are.

- Okay so Victor is coming back to Russia to train cool….wait what do you mean you’re still going to coach Japanese Yuri? WTF? HOW WOULD THAT EVEN WORK? WTF NO.

Post Episode Twelve

- STOP FLIRTING IN THE RINK! WHY GOD WHY AM I BEING PUNISHED?

- STOP GROPING HIM VICTOR THERE ARE CHILDREN PRESENT

-  YURI P STOP THROWING THINGS EVERY TIME THEY FLIRT

-  I HATE ALL OF MY CHILDREN SO MUCH.

- YOU’RE ALL THE REASON I HAVE NO HAIR

Pray for Yakov

Having a sibling is super weird because you’re constantly torn between “wow I can’t believe this is real oh man you’re a great sibling I really love and appreciate you” and “oh my fucking god I’m going to throw an axe at your face and commit homicide real soon if you don’t stop being so annoying I swear to god”

Just a note

So I don’t exactly know what happened and I know that I don’t really get a saying in this whole “drama” (and I’d probably get messages like stfu later). Y'all but I honestly think those people who are sending hates to other people are overreacting and a lil extra?? Like I mean no offense but honestly we can all express our opinions so why tf curse someone when they talk about their own? Everyone has their thoughts on different things, you don’t gotta throw all these shady comments and ruin a Fandom’s peacefulness just because you think your fav character is getting attacked or whatsoever. For instance y'all can tell I’m a Drake fan to death and there are also people in the fandom who is anti drake and post stuff about drake that they disapprove, now you don’t see me all worked up and talk shit now do you? I know I’m one of the youngest in this fandom and I probably shouldn’t stick my nose into other people’s business but maybe some of y'all should take some time and think about other people’s feelings, how your word can mostly likely effect their behavior. So please those people who are apparently directing hate and asking others to leave this fandom, take a moment to chill off and think okay?

Tomorrow I go back to

  • Being poked and prodded like a fucking science experiment
  • Hearing “other people have it worst than you!”
  • Getting false hope thrown at me in general
  • Hearing “just be positive!”
  • Being referred to five other different doctors
  • Getting another fucking antibiotic even though the area isn’t infected
  • Hearing “oh, it’s not [previous diagnosis] it’s [whole new diagnosis]!”
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domestic FitzSimmons

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It’s obvious he’s in charge of something (…) His skin is flawless, unblemished, his jawline sharp and strong. His eyes are the palest shade of emerald I’ve ever seen. He’s beautiful. His crooked smile is calculated evil. He’s sitting on what he imagines to be a throne but is nothing more than a chair at the front of an empty room. His suit is perfectly pressed, his blond hair expertly combed, his soldiers the perfect bodyguards. I hate him.
I squint closer at the man in the chair only to realize his suit has been adorned with tiny colored patches. Military mementos. His last name is etched into the lapel:
W a r n e r.

insp.

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Au: You're pregnant with Calum's baby

AU idea credits to this lovely girl.
Gif credits to owner.

hey my name is alix & i find a new muse in everything i watch or do.

The Stability of Pain

Author: @piecesofscully

Rating: PG

Timeline:  Post Christmas Carol / Emily

Notes: Written for @leiascully ‘s prompt: Balance, though it was initially supposed to be for Oktoberficfest (or Octoberficfest?) 


The Stability of Pain


She lay in bed staring at the stark white surface of her ceiling, lying perfectly still, concentrating on her breathing.  

Inhale through the nose, hold it for five seconds, exhale through the mouth, repeat .

The clock to her right reads 2:36 a.m., though she refuses to look at it, she doesn’t need to.  She feels each minute as it passes, time ticking by so slowly that it almost feels as if it’s going in slow motion.  For the first hour she lay there tossing and turning, sending quick glances to her clock before checking it twice, convinced that the screen had frozen.

It wasn’t.

It’s agonizing how slow time passes when you’re lying in wait, yet waiting for nothing.  Just for it to pass.  

Tonight, her bedroom is quiet, save for her long breaths.  Her eyes close tight and she wills herself to concentrate on the smooth, elongated whoosh of air entering and leaving her lungs.  The same amount of concentration isn’t needed to be able to hear her daughters breathing that last night she lay comatose in the hospital bed.  All she has to do is sit quietly for a few moments and the sound of the oxygen nasal cannulas whistle rings in her ears, her congested breaths wet and haggard.  

The rapid rise and fall of her small hospital gown covered chest plays like a movie on the back of her eyelids when she closes her eyes.   The vision, one no mother should ever fall victim to seeing, is now burned into her brain, branding her soul.  

During the day, when the sun is high and she’s clad in her armor of perfectly tailored suits and precisely applied makeup, it’s these occurrences that nestle deep between her shoulders blades. Hidden securely beneath her black blazer, the inconspicuous weight of the events bear down on her small frame, screaming violently at her as they threaten to topple her over at any given moment.   Even amidst the loudness of the daytime filled with the endless chatter, the bustle of cars caught in midday traffic, the endless chirps of cell phones, the memories are there haunting her like a shadow she can’t seem to shake loose.  

It’s the nighttime, however, where her thoughts are accosted by glimpses of a future that was destined to end before really beginning.  The factual being replaced by the fantasy.  The dreams she has for a miracle child born with an early expiration date, pointless hopes for a daughter who will never be granted the right to experience them, torment her as the seconds pass by at a glacial pace.  

There was to be no bedtime stories or “Please just read it once more, mommy,” as the Elmo nightlight cast a comforting glow throughout the small room before bed.  Her tiny body tucked into the crook of her arm as she pulled her purple covers up to her chin, promising to go to sleep if Goodnight Moon could be read one last time.  

No first day of school excitement as they packed her new backpack full of school supplies and the Wonder Woman lunchbox she’d insisted that she absolutely needed.  Her new shoes that are covered in sparkles with the laces double knotted so not to become loose during a game of ‘tag’ during recess.  

There would be no holding her snuggly until she felt her hot chocolate scented breath puff against her neck, signaling she was finally asleep, and pressing a kiss to her forehead while silently wishing her sweet dreams.  

Early Christmas mornings that faintly smell of sugar cookies and are filled with the delighted squeals of a little girl surrounded by presents wrapped in reindeer themed paper and red felt bows, or impromptu bubble baths with toys floating around in the middle of a rainy Saturday were simply not fated for her.  

She turns slowly in bed, burrowing into the faux comfort that only a heavy duvet and down pillows can provide, squeezing her eyes shut to shield her brain from the time displayed on the clock.  When your alarm clock is set to wake you in just a few short hours, it’s best not to know that the time spent tossing and turning is longer than the time you’ll get actually sleeping, she thinks.  

With the release of a deep, resigned sigh, her brain attempts to assure her that the what could have been is far different than what should have been, that her choice to end the child’s misery was the right thing to do.  It reminds her that the sharp pain she feels throughout the day balances out the aching that replaces it at night, both of which she has been destined to carry with her until her end of days.  

But her heart betrays her, reminding her nightly that she had been a mother for a short while.  For six days she had been a mom to a little girl who looked exactly like Melissa, before the long beep alerted her to the lack of a heartbeat and the abrupt ending of her short journey into motherhood that was never meant to be.  

Y’all…idk what’s going on, but I was just leaving my house, and as I opened the door I see on the other side of my neighbor’s yard by the road were 6 squad cars. I almost didn’t see them because there weren’t any lights flashing or on. I just so happened to see a couple of cops on the they end with flashlights… weird af…

I’m loading my mama into her truck because we had to come to the ER (everything’s cool), and MORE cars pull up. They hop out and immediately start taping off the end of the street towards our front yards and the road to our back yard…


Idek wtf is going on right now, bruh…I just hope whoever was involved in whatever went down is okay because not nan ambulance came through…not a single squad car had their blue lights on…and police tape is everywhere…

I sent like three different things about this over the past like month but the plot continues:

I can’t remember if I sent this part or not but a few weeks ago I accidentally crashed a production meeting (like, for a theater), and because of the events that occurred during this production meeting I was appointed co-prop master and I was no longer an usher. It was a weird day.

Fast forward like 2 weeks, and somehow I got scheduled for both the props and costumes department. I don’t know why, but I just went with it.

Fast forward to now, idek wtf is going on with the other prop master, because she literally never shows up to anything, ignores my texts about things, and whenever she does show up she’s like “we’re not doing anything today”, and I got really pissed off about this because she legit procrastinates on every show (for the last one, she didn’t even read the script until 2 weeks before we opened). So I decided to use these events to my advantage and told the director that the other propmaster obviously didn’t need help and that I should just do costumes full time.

So now the prop master has to do all the props for a 3 hourlong musical by herself. The funny thing is, she doesn’t know this because she didn’t show up today. I also had some connections that I felt would be beneficial and could get us some good props for the show, but now she has to figure all those out on her own.

Oh, and the other co-prop head quit last month :)

And, as a bonus, one of the other girls in costumes is hella cute and sending me gay vibes. I think I’m gonna like it here.

Happy 27th Birthday, Ellen Philpotts-Page! (February 21st, 1987)

“I believe in being progressive. I would love there to be more roles for women, and that being said, minorities. And a wider range of storytelling in that regard. I don’t think that that’s a radical thing to say, or radical to have a feminist perspective.”