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.
Me: idk i just think i’m gonna have to leave. this environment is too toxic for me. no, no, don’t worry about me. i’ll be fine. really. i just need to take some time for myself, think about things, about what a true friendship really is, abou
Well, I was woken up around 1:00pm by what sounded like something tapping on my window, and now I’ve discovered this outside of said window. Idk what’s scariest, my sleep schedule, the fact that the snow is several inches deep in November, or that something was actually tapping on my window. This is some @sixpenceee shit.
Hello, to anyone outside Spain watching Cable Girls and shipping Alba and Francisco, let me tell you something. HERE IN SPAIN WE HAVE BEEN SHIPPING EVERY CHARACTER THESE TWO ACTORS PLAYED EVER SINCE 2007.
Back in 2007, there was this show called “El Internado”, and the actors who now play Alba and Francisco had a beautiful relationship, one of the most painful, yet beautiful I’ve ever seen, and let me tell you, there are so many parallels between that relationship back then and the one they’re having in Cable Girls, like, I can’t believe they’re doing this, my heart can’t take it.
Also, what Francisco tells Alba in the first episode, “ten years is not enough to forget you”, like, GET THE FUCK OUT, IT’S BEEN TEN FUCKING YEARS SINCE THAT OTHER SHOW AIRED, WHERE IT ALL STARTED, WHAT ARE YOU DOING. And well, I’ve only watched till ep. 3 of Cable Girls, and that scene where Francisco asks her to tell him that she doesn’t love him and Alba goes and tells him, THAT SCENE IS A FUCKING PARALLEL BECAUSE IN THE OTHER SHOW, IT WAS THE CHARACTER OF BLANCA THE ONE WHO ASKED THE CHARACTER OF YON TO TELL HER THAT HE DIDN’T LOVE HER AND HE DID.
This show is making me way too emotional and bringing back feelings that I definitely didn’t ask for. Also, the actor who plays Carlos was also in that other show and it’s just too much. But his character in Cable Girls is so so different and I’m laughing way too much.
Also, thank jesus for Carlota and Sara, wHAT AN OTP, OH MY GOD. And what I find funny about this is that the actress who plays Carlota used to go out with another Spanish actor who is now going out with the actress who plays Sara (idk, it’s funny to me, okay? I’m stupid sometimes). But they’re reaaaaaaaally good friends and that makes me so so happy.
Anyways, I need to keep watching this show because it’s just too good to be Spanish and I am literally shook. GO WATCH IT, PLEASE!
<b><p></b> <b>Cal:</b> I love Mare so much, and I want her more than anything else in the world, she is my heart--<p/><b>The crown:</b> *taps him on the shoulder*<p/><b>The crown:</b> hey boo. Guess who's available? ;)<p/><b>Cal:</b> ...;)<p/></p><p/></p>
I know Neil is not soft. Andrew is especially not soft. They’re both hardened boys that have been fucked over way too many times. There are scars upon rough and probably dry skin in some areas. Calloused fingers and glares that can make anyone cave. They’re far from being gentle because they know they can’t do as Renee does.
But I think they deserve to be able to be soft around each other. For the first time in their lives, they’ve found someone to feel safe around. I can’t pretend to understand what they’ve gone through, but after lives like the ones they lead, I like to think they’d want to be soft with each other. They’ve dealt with tough love and biting words too often that they probably, every once in a while, like to just calm down.
They’re not soft people, not by nature, but they can act soft around each other once in a while. Neil, softly curling their fingers together after a long day and smiling from his side of the bed. Andrew, threading his fingers through Neil’s hair as Neil watches a movie in his lap and Andrew watches him. Neil pressing a careful kiss to Andrew’s knuckles and Andrew pressing his nose to Neil’s neck in a gesture that’s completely trusting.
There’s a post about how Neil is not soft, and I agree. Neil is not soft, and neither is Andrew, but I think they can be allowed to act like it sometimes. Just every so often, and only with each other. For boys like them, being soft with each other might be one of the grandest gestures of trust they can give.
I saw someone else have this idea, but I just wanted to add to add on.
Humans being the birds of the universe.
Our vocals are no joke, so imagine that whenever any of us begin singing, or even just humming, every alien nearby has to stop to listen. Like, they know we get really shy around others so we never sing despite them begging us, but sometimes we slip up.
Sometimes we subconciously begin humming or lightly singing and aliens just need to stop. Cause this is rare !
A human is singing!!!
What if our song is something every species deeply admires and even something that they would consider ethereal?
Imagine if we were considered the mockingbirds of the universe? Like, we’re eventually considered sacred and something that no matter what happens, you just do not kill us??? All aliens just collectively agree that we deserve protecting???
dont touch me omg im soft pls ignore mt ramblings :( idk i just had “How to kill a mockingbird” in my mind rn
ENFJ: “yeah i’ve take the personality tests a few times and it can never type me, i always get like 50/50 on each of the things, so i’m really balanced; i’m EXXX” (bitch MORE than 2 of you have said this to me, you are all problematic and project those questions onto yourselves you fake ass hoes)
INFJ: “i should start a psychic business and pretend to take people’s fortunes because i’m so good at this.” (this was said after she guessed that her boyfriend would get a 96 on his philosophy exam after he had gotten a 97 on the last one, and was exactly correct. tl;dr every INFJ is a demon)
ESFJ: “i get to take care of you and treat you until you’re better!” said with real tears in his eyes after i had rolled my ankle and it was the size of an actual softball. he held my hand as he said it.
ISFJ: “i’m trying my best!” said very flusteredly (it’s a word, shut up) after we poked fun at the fact that he was still 4 labs behind on homework. he was also on youtube at the time.
ESTJ: “joe hasn’t answered me and we’re leaving for austria for spring break in TWO months and i need a plan for what we’re going to do the first weekend ASAP or i’m going to literally kill him with my bare hands.”
i have no more context to add to this, yall are literally just the most extra people i’ll ever meet.
ISTJ: “i feel like…” and then you proceeded to lie to me because none of you have felt anything, ever.
ESFP: “what’s happening?! should i talk to him?! should i ignore it and be oblivious?! idk what to do im not an intuitive!” said when i was pissed at everybody and he accidentally got the brunt of my rage. you are all pure and naive and just want to have a good time and i respect that; you do you, boo boo the fools, just keep doing you.
ISFP: “i’m about to make a transatlantic flight to austria to instill the fear of god into every one of those girls playing with joe’s heart over there.” said about her little brother while still in her horse riding gear, in between walking from the dinner table to her laptop to watch sherlock and dr. who. im 100% not joking about this, her name is Mary Duran and she paints on the side too.
ESTP: “well, enough of that.” said moments after crying for two minutes, and seconds before throwing a lawn chair across the yard and breaking a window because he didn’t know how else to process his emotions. @everyESTP, pls get help.
ISTP: “HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF A FUCKING BLINKER. USE YOUR BLINKER BEFORE I SLIT YOUR THROAT.” (this is literally every time i’m in the car with him, no matter what, no matter how long; tl;dr every one of you shouldn’t drive, ever.)
ENTP: “but was kant really that bad?” said by some hoe in one of my higher level philosophy classes as he introduced us to Irrelevantland™. stick to your memes and stop antagonizing every person you meet you bored ass mfs.
INTP: “the old lady thinks i’m going to fix our neighbor’s AC, which means i have about 45 minutes to get to a town 34 minutes away to see if the guy has one of the car parts i’ve been looking for. it’ll cost about $200-$220, but i gotta take the money out in small increments around town so she doesn’t get suspicious.” said by my best friends dad, in reference to his wife and his unhealthy obsession with fixing up old, unusable cars.
ENTJ: “socrates was probably the dumbest person to ever live, and i wrote an entire 12 page paper on it and got an A.” (i have no more to add to this; you’re all just as bad as the ESTJs and must be stopped.)
INTJ: “that was a good burn. i think i’m going to like you.” said to me after i said something witty and sarcastic to my ENFP best friend. p.s. every INTJ has an XNFP best friend, it’s just a fact, accept it).
ENFP: “hey remember how you’ve been telling me for the past three months that im overcommitting myself and doing too many things? well today after my seventeenth breakdown of the semester so far, i realized that you might be right.” (said by my best friend. not much else to add to this, really; you’re all insane.)
INFP: “my friend brought me a puppy between classes today and it was only the second of four times i cried today.”
Trolls post-movie headcanons that won’t leave me alone:
Branch sneaking away during the party celebrating the Bergens and Tolls finding peace and just having a good, honest, cry becuase holy hell he looked like he needed it.
Poppy finding him and at first being like ‘oh no what’s wrong aren’t you happy?’ but realising that he is happy and ending up just holding his hand while he gets all of the emotions he’s been bottling up for years out.
Poppy and Branch leading an excursion back to the Troll village to help everyone get what’s left of their stuff. Poppy helping Branch clean out his bunker and finding all of the invites he kept and being so touched that she tears up. Branch trying to brush it off ‘cause it’s pretty embarrassing but she ends up hugging him and he just shrugs and accepts it. (Branch absolutely grabbing his stash of romantic poetry and hiding it before Poppy can find it because he is 800 different levels of not ready to have that conversation.)
Poppy being almost too physically affectionate with Branch because he’s been deprived of it for so long. Branch pretending he’s annoyed but actually not minding so much. (As long as it’s Poppy anyway.)
Branch and Poppy getting into fights sometimes becuase Poppy only ever gives everything 110% and while Branch wants to turn over a new leaf he’s been alone for a LONG time and he’s still nervous and embarrassed and sometimes it is just too much and Poppy doesn’t get that right away. Poppy totally learning to give Branch the space he needs and loving him even though he is still different from everyone.
Branch still having issues about the Bergens and being a bit overzealous about keeping everyone safe, becuase he can’t quite forget how he lost his grandma, and can’t always remember that it really wasn’t his fault. Branch still hoarding supplies a little and getting nervous when any of the Bergens move too quickly or surprise him, especially around Poppy.
Branch trying his hardest to be silly and happy and loud again, and half the time it comes out weird or mistimed or awkward. The others think it’s funny, but only a few of them notice the cute, love filled gaze Poppy gives him when he’s doing his best.
Bridget and Gristle have a baby girl and name her Poppy. (And it turns out, in one on one situations, Branch is really good with kids.)
I fully believe that baby Trolls grow on trees. Some fancy magic mumbo jumbo, idk exactly. Lets just say that Branch gets a little too into guarding his and Poppy’s little sprout. (”Branch you can’t just stay out here all night.” “But Poppy what if something happens?!” “The only thing that’s going to happen is you dying of hypothermia.” “You’re right we should get some blankets out here, it’s way too cold.” “Branch stop.”)
Do you ever think about the fact that Magnus and Alec found each other in this mess of a world and now they are happy together?? Because I do, all the time. Magnus had closed himself up to feeling anything and Alec used to think he couldn’t have what he wanted, but they found each other and now look at them! They are happy and in love. Of course things haven’t been easy for them, but that’s life, man, it tends to put obstacles in the way to make sure that in the end you know with certainty what are the things worth fighting for—and their love is one of them. It’s so pure, honest and healthy that giving it up isn’t even an option. Not in this lifetime. They have that epic kind of love that we all aspire to find someday, and I feel blessed to be able to have a glimpse into their lives because every time I see them together on screen I am reminded that love, that love that poets have used as inspiration for centuries, is possible and that it’s there…just waiting to be found.
San Diego is ways away from Hawkins. That’s all Max can think her first day unpacking box after box, load after load. Kind of a crappy looking town but for some reason gives her a freaky sense of peace, she can’t place it. Instead of raging traffic, its creepy silence, late night yelling and music and commotion is replaced with crickets; crickets, she’d never actually heard them herself.
Its better than living with that asshole, she still mentally winces at the bruise on her arm from the intense pulling and violent yanking from the man she reluctantly calls her father. Mom made the right choice moving us.
But then she stomps to her seat after introducing herself to the admittedly cool looking teacher Mr. Clarke in the expectantly dull looking Indiana classroom with eight eyes following her intentively. Weirdos.
Next thing she knows she’s sitting with the same weirdos at lunch, the goof with the hat and the other dork with the nice clothes laughing at like every damn thing she says. Dustin and Lucas. Geeks, but comforting to be around.
She learns that the small one, Will, isn’t what he seems, she can relate to his anguish, one shitty dad to another. She feels the weird need to protect him, but has a feeling one day he really won’t need it. He’ll be confident enough to love exactly who he is; he should.
Mike, the quiet one, remains a mystery to her, but solving those has always been her favorite thing to do. Something tells her though, he’ll open up when he wants to, she wont have to pry it out of the gloomy dope, not right now at least.
Hawkins is ways away from San Diego. But something tells Max she was meant to be here.