idk man i just.. did it

I just want to make sure we all know sombra doesn’t wear toe shoes / vibrams. The are thick tights/leggings with reinforced padding on the under side. If they were toe shoes, the shading defining each toe would be much more pronounced and go further into her foot. 

That is all, good night.

okay but what if:

 hunk and lance are on a mission one day and there’s not much going except some hardcore girl talk™ and lance is all like “idk man i don’t think I can ever tell Keith how much I like him” then it just cuts to keith and shiro on their mission side eyeing the speakers on their helmets because oh my god did that really just happen?? and a little while later there’s this crackle on lance’s end and just a quiet Keith voice out of nowhere like “I like you too?”

even and isak talking about how they fell in love with each other gives me so much life you guys,

  • one day they’re in bed and they’re just cuddling and idk the subject comes up and even casually says something like, “oh man i was falling so hard for u and u barely gave me the time of the day” and isak is like. wHAT
  • isak is just sO surprised when even’s like, yeah i was pretty sure u didn’t really like me. 
    • “but?? you caught me staring at you 738935 times???”
    • “ah but you were so quiet and staring could really mean anything i didnt want to misinterpret it”
    • “but i told u about my rapping skills???”
    • “is that………….the best flirting you could do isak. wow. how did we even start dating.”
  • isak looking back at every time even bumped him with his shoulder and said something kind of cool and vague and realizing. that was flirting. even was flirting with him the whole time. i mean he knew it wasn’t friendly but he thought it was just even being charming. but nah. even was highkey hitting on him.
    • isak wakes up in the middle of night, grabs even by the arm. “even. wake up. did you really forget your ID or was it just a way to hang out with me.”
    • *groan* “yes isak it was just a way to hang out with you how did u not realize till now i swear to god. next thing u know u’ll be telling me u didnt know the only reason i made cheese toasties was so u wouldnt realize u probably should leave.”
    • wHAT
    • THE CHEESE TOASTIES WERE A LIE??
  • isak confesses to internet stalking even, and even loVES IT. he never stops teasing isak about it tbh he’s just like “oh my god i can’t believe you were so iN LOVE with me, man, you had the bIGGEST crush on me,” and isaks just like “yeah yeah shut up at least i didnt make up a lame excuse to hang out with you. why dont u have any social media anyways?? u some sort of hipster??
    • so much banter. guys. its embarrassing.
  • they were both so in love with each other and they BOTH thought the other wasn’t really interested what kind of fanfic bullshit is this i love them so much

“After the final… let’s end this.”

The words hang in the air between them, suspended in the silence like rain-heavy clouds in an otherwise-empty sky.

Yuri isn’t sure what sort of expression he expects to see written across Viktor’s face when he looks up—confusion? Anger? Relief? Any one of them would make perfect sense to Yuri. But then, Viktor Nikiforov has never made much sense in anything he’s done, including but not limited to leaving behind his country and career in the hope of bringing a hopeless reject like Yuri Katsuki back to the world of competitive figure skating. So Yuri shouldn’t be as surprised as he is to lift his gaze and find those clear blue eyes devoid of any and all emotion, neutrality playing on Viktor’s face like the most comfortable of masks. When he speaks, his tone is calm, even.

“Are you saying that because it’s what you want? Or because you think it’s what I want?”

Once more, the question sits between them like a loaded gun. Two chambers, one bullet. One bleeding heart once the shot is made.

To tell the truth is to chase Viktor away, to willingly fire that bullet straight into Yuri’s own chest at point-blank range and bleed out, taking comfort only in the knowledge that Viktor may return to the ice without having to bear the burden of Yuri Katsuki any longer than he already has. To lie is to drive away the single most important presence in his life—the very definition and embodiment of the love that has driven him to the decision waiting to be made.

And what’s worse… Yuri can’t tell which is which.

The longer the two of them stand in silence, that metaphorical revolver sitting between them and awaiting its role in Yuri’s own anxiety-fueled version of Russian roulette, the more difficult it becomes to breathe. Emotions—hundreds, maybe even thousands of them, differing from one another only in subtle increments, constrict his chest, force the breath from him in a sudden, broken sob.

In that moment, Viktor steps forward, enveloping Yuri in an embrace that’s meant to keep the glass heart of a skater, already cracked from months of pressure and struggle, from shattering.

“Your silence is enough…” he whispers, his lips close enough to Yuri’s ear that Yuri can feel his breath, hear the subtle undertone of amusement that would seem cruel and out of place coming from anyone but Viktor Nikiforov. “You’re so easy to read, Yuri. But I can’t help but feel insulted.”

Gentle, comforting, Viktor’s open palm smooths its way down the curve of Yuri’s back. “Assuming that I want to leave insinuates that you think I’ve made a mistake. Not only in coaching you, but in falling in love with you as well.” The chuckle that escapes him then is somewhat of a humorless one. “Do you truly believe that I could ever live to see a day where I’d regret that? Shh—don’t answer that.”

Yuri, lips parted in an attempt to protest, closes his eyes and rests his forehead against Viktor’s shoulder in reply. Shame overwhelms him, steals his voice from his throat and pours down his cheeks in a torrent of tears that he hasn’t the slightest hope of reining in. He’s terrible. He’s gone and messed up again, allowed his own anxiety-riddled thoughts to force their way between him and Viktor and somehow convince him that this, more heartbreak, is the only way to right the wrong that never existed in the first place. It should be more than Viktor is willing to put up with. Anyone else would have left him behind, grown fed up with the constant frustration of tolerating someone whose outlook on life and love is as bleak as a storm-filled horizon.

And yet…

Viktor cradles him through it all, carries him through the fire that Yuri’s fears have ignited within his own heart without so much as flinching at the heat. He’s there to kiss away tears and sooth wounds both physical and emotional, even if Yuri himself is the one inflicting them. Viktor has never minded nor complained about being caught in the crosshairs of Yuri’s inner turmoil.

He meets me where I am.

Yuri can feel the chill of metal resting against the back of his neck, made even more prominent by the surrounding warmth of Viktor’s hand. When he finally lifts his head to rest his chin on Viktor’s shoulder, damp strands of silver hair tickling his cheek, he can see the shimmering gold of his own ring against Viktor’s back in the hotel mirror across from him.

“I’m sorry.”

There’s somewhat of a peculiar quirk that Viktor has. Yuri noticed it only few short months ago back in Moscow, at the very end of the Rostelecom Cup’s free skate. Despite everything, he’d ended up apologizing to Viktor for not sticking the landing of his impromptu quadruple flip. Part of him had expected laughter at the absurdity of the apology itself, another part scolding, and another still anticipating words of forgiveness and encouragement.

What he’d received instead was a warm, fond smile, those blue eyes filled to the brim with something Yuri couldn’t quite put words to until Viktor himself did it for him.

“I love you.”

Even now, hearing it whispered into the delicate silence of their hotel room brings back that indescribable warmth that he remembers feeling as they’d left the arena hand in hand. It starts in his very core and spreads through him with each beat of his heart. Viktor never answers an apology with forgiveness. He answers it with love—an all-encompassing emotion that carries within itself a myriad of sentiments to go above and beyond what an apology could ever hope to be met with. Compassion, understanding, reassurance, encouragement. All of these and more come together in that soft, three-word promise that Viktor whispers to Yuri whenever his fragile skater’s heart begins to break.

Slowly, Yuri draws away to look up at Viktor, tear-filled eyes locking with smiling ones. And then Yuri is smiling too, through the tears, laughing at how silly he feels until Viktor silences him with the soft press of his lips. In that moment, anxiety means nothing to Yuri. Fear is but a problem for another day, and Yuri knows for a fact that when it rears its ugly head once more, patient, tolerant Viktor will be there to hold him, to lead him through it with tender kisses and softly-whispered “I love you”s.

Stay by my side, he thinks as he brings both hands up, one to cup Viktor’s face and the other to rest against the smooth column of his neck. The ring on Yuri’s finger glints in the soft lamplight of the room, gold against ivory.

And never, ever leave.

okay but i’m ready to bet $10 that the real reason adam doesn’t want to stay overnight in monmouth is that once he did and woke up to gansey laying on his side, one arm under his head, staring in awe at adam and whispering “magnificent………. pure perfection… @ god thou art a good man .. creating this …… even in the darkness of the moonless night he shines bright like a diamond (diamond) *chokes on tears* good LoRD adam parrish. parrish. adam. what a poetic name he has .. like a sound of a silent forest,,, a peaceful rivulet,,, a lucid sky,, his delicate eyelashes …. no contest. nono. *sighs dreamily* adam parrish”

GOBLIN ep 4

i’m still not over the scene where kim shin meets with the boy that was being abused by his adoptive parents. kim shin states that he has helped bring many miracles to many people, but most of them then begin to rely on miracles instead of taking charge of their own life and helping themselves. however, this boy experienced one small miracle and then took control of his own life to become a lawyer and help many other people, which is why kim shin has such a strong attachment to him.

this is really a message that resonates deeply. one should not rely on luck. one should work hard to not need luck. others should also not disregard someone’s efforts by believing they were just lucky. everyone goes through difficult situations and to say that they got where they are just by luck is ignoring all of the effort and hardship they had to struggle through. calling someone lucky is not a compliment to them, it is in fact an insult where their hardworking traits are reduced to just luck. 


ALSO I WENT SPEECHLESS WITH THE LAST SCENE WHERE KIM SHIN RECITED POETRY: 

“Mass is not proportional to volume.

A girl as small as a violet,

A girl who moves like a flower petal,

Is pulling me toward her with more force than her mass.

In that moment,

Like Newton’s apple I rolled toward her

Without stopping until I reached her.

With a thump, my heart keeps bouncing between the sky and the ground.

It was my first love.”

I mean this combined with gong yoo’s voice…i think my own heart kept bouncing between the sky and the ground. 

TL;DR WATCH TVN’S GOBLIN. 

  • notp: hold hands, kiss, hug, marry each other, have a house with a family of four children, a dog and a stable financial life
  • me: idk man... i just don't feel like they're in love? at most good friends, that's all
  • otp: make eye contact
  • me: B ITCH!!!!!!!!!!!! DID YOU SEE THIS??? DID YOU??? THIS IS LOVE MAN!!!! TRUE LOVE IM TELLING YOU!!! THEYRE FUCKING MARRIED LOOK AT THIS IM Y O D E L I NG THEYRE IN LOVE
making spirits bright

today’s fic: jily celebrity au

(or basically a sequel to the tinder au i wrote back in may)

lol remember when i had about 30 anons clamouring for a sequel to this and i was like ‘um no idk what it would even be about’? well ta-da. here’s a sequel. about nothing. idk man it’s just 2k of fluff.

wc: 2201

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“Did you know that we’ve apparently broken up?”

James barely looks up from where he’s sat on the floor, leaning against her legs as he goes head on against Sirius and they in a FIFA match. She finds it absolutely hysterical that he’s losing so badly when he himself is a world class football player.

“Charming,” he says distractedly, “Is that the Sun again?”

Lily flicks his ear. “No, the Sun said we eloped in Paris a few months ago and we’re awaiting the arrival of our firstborn with bated breath. Honestly James, keep up.”

“My bad,” he says dryly, “By the way, we’re naming our first child Elvendork.”

“I thought we agreed on Bathsheba?”

“Yeah, but Elvendork is unisex.”

“Good point.”

He throws down his controller in a huff when the game ends with him losing spectacularly. Remus comes in first place, and he snickers when he sees his ridiculous pout. Meanwhile Lily just pets him, accustomed to her boyfriend, the drama queen.

It’s only later, when he’s spread out on the couch, his head on her lap while the rest of them switch over to another game, does he ask, “Sorry, who was saying that we broke up?”

Lily glances down at him, still scrolling through her phone. “Oh, the Mirror. Marlene likes to tweet me articles that we’re mentioned in. Apparently the fact that I didn’t go to the last fundraiser with you but went out for milk on Saturday without makeup means that our relationship is on the rocks.”

“How dare you not wear makeup while doing menial everyday things. They’re right, this is the beginning of a downward spiral, Evans.”

He’s still in her lap, glasses askew and hair a complete mess, and she leans down to swipe a quick peck on the lips.

“Yeah, I’m a real embarrassment, you should break up with me.”

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jonghyun, on a date: well this was fun

jonghyun’s date: do u wanna come back to my place

jonghyun: haha yeah that’d be cool but idk i feel awkward when it’s just me you know since i’m so used to being around the members all the time. man i really miss the shinee members right now, would’ve been great if they could’ve come. oh hey did i tell you this one funny thing minho said once anyways

P U N C H

I’m gonna be real with you, I procrastinated finish this for like 5 days because I just couldn’t get the lighting to be gucci. Lucky me, @illustraice is an actual fried chicken goddess and saved my ass so that I didn’t just trash it and redo it by making it all BAM FIRE BOOM.

So! Technically, this is my first collab, even if it did only take her about 25 minutes because she’s a #queen. Tap for better quality because it’s being a fuck

Tag Squad: @thespace-dragon @neato-ft @hell-dragon-fire @arkarii @celestialgoddesslucy @soul-of-glass @anybody else idk man I’m really tired right now just hmu if you wanna be tagged

For the new followers or people that dont know yet

First of all, WHO is WHO

WHAT HAPPENED?!

So now, both of them are stuck in the void where they interact with you.

Why did all that happen? 💧🏱⚐✋☹☜☼💧!!

But yeah, thats basically whats going on here, is this an AU? idk man, its just an askblog with a lazy mun. Dont question it, enjoy it.

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“Humans cannot reject temptation. When they are plunged into the depths of despair, likened to Hell, they will hold on to anything that may help them escape from the situation they are in, even if it’s merely a spider’s thread, no matter what sort of humans they are. That’s exactly what I did. Life was dull, boring, uninteresting. Heists, murders… everything sounded amusing to me. And tell me, Mingyu: if we are to die one day, wouldn’t it be better to have no regrets? (…)”

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