Can we talk about the Grand Prix Final banquet in Sochi for a second?
Yes, champagne was poured and stripper poles were mounted, but think about Victor for a second. Imagine the way that he must’ve been feeling for months, for years, before this banquet.
Winning is routine for him. He skates, and he wins, and he moves on. But he should feel something, right? Some sort of energy, some sort of motivation to conquer? Everyone close to Victor wonders why he isn’t kissing the pavement for every medal that he earns.
The issue is, Victor doesn’t understand, either. He’s uninspired and directionless, wandering from one competition to another and half-heartedly listening to Yakov’s pep talks before he steps out onto the ice and performs with skates strapped to his feet and pain strapped to his lungs. But he can’t figure it out. Victor starts to assume that the demons in his mind are right: that he is a brat, that he has no excuse to be ungrateful, that he has no excuse to stare up at the ceiling every night until his eyes burn.
For years, he watches as people smile and laugh. He thinks of the classic “fake it till you make it” strategy and, oh, he tries. Victor tries. He becomes frustrated trying to figure out why jokes don’t give him the same joy that they seem to provide for everyone else, why his smile automatically fades when he thinks people are no longer able to see him. He used to be happy, he thinks. He doesn’t remember what that had felt like, but he’s sure that he had been, a long time ago, in another life, perhaps.
He’s at a banquet. It’s the same as it always is. Boring—people coming up to him, talking to him. Manners. More jokes. More turning away, more swirling doubt and mania bleeding into his heart as he tries to interpret his own emotions, tries to label them, tries to diagnose himself so that he can prescribe some sort of self-inflicted medicine. He feels dull, like a knife used one too many times.
And then, suddenly, he’s laughing.
(And it’s not the same sort of laugh from before. He can’t remember the last time he has had this sort of laugh. He’s unfamiliar with tears stinging his eyes for a reason other than rocking back and forth and clutching his poodle at five in the morning. He’s unfamiliar with emotions flooding his soul for a reason other than contemplating his own loneliness, his own self.)
And the flickers of hope that had started to die out, but that had never quite been extinguished, they’re roaring, they’re living, they’re dancing inside him.
Victor wonders, briefly, if it’s possible to relearn happiness.
Are there any post civil war fics where Wanda realizes that leaving with Clint was a bad idea and she should’ve just stayed at the compound? It be cool to see Wanda go off on Clint for dragging her into it. Maybe realizing that Tony might have been right and isn’t as horrible as she thinks he is?
Started replaying TEW with a New Game + and without the rest of the plot it’s just a game about Seb being obsessed with Green Gel and leveling up and welp Seb/Green Gel is the only true love, so here is a pic in the honor of it.
I don’t know if you’ve read Kings in Coture by @forovnix but uh you should. I got so inspired while reading it XD plus!! i wanted to reward myself with drawing after finishing AIFOM! These are The Jeans™ idk i just. love. yuuri in this fic ok. he’s great and amazing and i love him. so much.
The thing that makes me the most upset about the Supernatural finale is how with one. short. scene. the writers took something I loved dearly, something that made me happy, something that helped me and countless other people get through the week, and they ruined it. Supernatural made me happy. Supernatural made me love Thursday. Supernatural was something I could always count on to be there and make me smile at least a little. Even the episodes I didn’t like had at least one or two scenes that made me smile. And of course nothing made me smile more than seeing the name “Mark A. Sheppard” at the beginning of an episode. Just the thought of “oh his name isn’t here this week but it might be there next week” was enough to cheer me up. Good things are worth waiting for after all. But now that feeling is gone. Now when I think about Supernatural it just reminds me of what’s gone. It makes me feel sick and I just want to cry. I know it’s silly to get this emotional over a fictional character in a tv show, but everyone needs that one silly thing that makes them happy. And now that thing for me, and a lot of other people, is gone. Even if Crowley returns to the show it doesn’t change how I feel now. Sure I’ll be ecstatic then, but that doesn’t change how it isn’t fair. It isn’t fair how Sam, Dean, and Castiel always get treated by other characters and the writers so differently. They always get the most attention and the most care. Castiel, Mary, and Lucifer are all already confirmed for the next season and it isn’t fair. Don’t get me wrong, I like the Winchesters and Castiel but their characters don’t make me feel the same, they don’t have that special something Crowley does. Mary, I honestly don’t really care about at this point. I liked her at first but after the whole MOL thing I’m just kind of sick of her. And then there’s Lucifer. Lucifer who everyone, including myself, used to love. He was and still is a great character with great lines, and I’ve managed to keep liking him for a long time, but I’ve had enough. He is the last person I want to hear is coming back to the show, especially since the whole point of Crowley dying was to get rid of Lucifer! I just want Crowley to come back. I want him to come back and be treated with the respect he deserves, especially since he sacrificed himself for two assholes who never treated him decently. I just want him to come back so I can love my show again…
lmao I noticed that a lot of filipino artists have been popping up recently?? and I was like,, what if,, we all lived in one apartment? AU where I kidnap all of u n we live together happily where i’ll protect all of u from mean people and no one’s gonna care about how you dress or your length of hair yea? I dont know all of you personally but this is just a cute little thing I thought of lmao cause I was thinking about how I could walk past any of you one day, never knowing you’re actually a Tumblr artist who draws gay things and cries about fictional characters
also I noticed y’all wear glasses?? um ok suspicious
What are your opinions on John winchester... just my curiosity spiking?
Oh boy, that one.
I think he was a bad, neglectful parent. But I don’t agree with the pretty wide-spread characterization of him as a total demonic, drunk asshole who hates his kids’ guts and beats them up. I don’t think John actually beat them up – not on a regular basis, at least? I could maybe see arguments getting heated and violent, but not so much of a constant smackdown for every small mistake. He might have put them down verbally, if the Impala comment to Dean in the end of s1 was anything to go by… we all know Dean would never let Baby get rust or anything :(
I think he, kinda, destroyed them emotionally and totally didn’t provide enough support. He loved Sam and Dean, I’m pretty sure – but love alone’s not enough. He was a traumatized, scared man who wasn’t in the place to raise kids. I know it turned out that this childhood was the only way Sam and Dean could save the world. If they were raised happy and safe without any training and only ever becoming close with each other in their formative years, I doubt they could foil Lucifer’s plans that were thousands of years in the making in Swan Song. But John had no way of knowing that, so, that’s no excuse!
Also, that face that Dean makes in the Dark Side of the Moon when talking about John…
Yeah, that one. Poor guy. From the looks of it, John would never let them be kids, especially not Dean with his parentification burden. I could maybe understand wanting your kids to be ready if you know monsters are coming for them. But, damn, he could’ve stayed with them. Teach them how to shoot a gun if you really gotta, but you can also play catch with them and read them bedtime stories, yanno.
fantastic beasts but like,,,,,,,, without the plot,,,,,,,,,,,,,, just two hours of my boy newt taking care of all the creatures in his suitcase- and maybe a sideplot about picket’s struggle to fit in with the rest of the bowtruckle,,,, no johnny depp no deeper plot no awkward romantic pairings just good old newt scamander and his magical creatures
So, I recently hit 7000+ followers \(*o*)/ and honestly, I’m really surprised .__. -I haven’t been posting original content for some time now (lol my bad) and like the fandom’s been dead ahah. I’ve been working on some videos and other projects but I can’t finish anything ;__;. (but i promise one day, i will show you all :D)
Anywho, during summer I took some photos cosplaying and I was really nervous about posting them so I just kinda held them back but like.. you guys deserve something so here goes ♥
Do you think that the first letter of an Altean’s name delineates class? Cause we’ve got
Alfor and Allura - The king and princess of Altea
Coran - Alfor’s right hand man
Honerva - Head scientist for quintessence research
and Commander Hira - From the alternate universe.
I mean, there aren’t enough Alteans on the show to really be sure if what I said is true. And I’m not sure if the naming scheme was on purpose, or if it was just a coincidence carried over from the original Voltron series. But it’s sorta interesting cause the reason for the alphabetization of class (maybe?) shows how much power you have on the planet?