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SO WE KNOW THIS HAS TO BE VICTOR’S PHONE, DUE TO THE BACKGROUND AND MACCHACHIN’S ALBUM PHOTOS AT THE END.

And Victor knows enough english to have his phone settings in that specific language, remember how in episode 10 he had it in Japanese? Well I’m sure he changes it once in a while just to be able to get used to the different languages he currently knows or is trying to practice. But why is this important?

WELL BECAUSE IT MEANS ALL THESE FIRST PHOTOS, WERE TAKEN BY NO OTHER THAN VICTOR HIMSELF. YUURI IS POSING JUST FOR THE RUSSIAN MAN. And the thing is, Yuuri’s looking directly to the camera in the first picture, and you can actually see how the person behind the phone (Victor) is trying to focus the image because god the other boy is pretty close. Just imagine Victor when he took the first one… Yuuri’s fingers are really close to one side of the camera, as if he’s trying to get the phone from Victor’s hands…

…so did the russian dork just tried to approach him, seeing as Yuuri was already dead-drunk, he might have thought it had no point asking, he just wanted something that’ll help him remember this gorgeous/crazy boy, but the moment he was ready to take the first photo, Yuuri noticed and it all began from there. Either way we know Yuuri just followed along, which of course lead to the rest of the photos in Victor’s phone.

And see this?! Yuuri is literally posing for the other man. Before the pole dancing and the dance-off with Yurio, everything started with just Victor and Yuuri, taking these goofy photos while everyone is just staring. What is Yuuri even trying to do… I have no idea, but I’m sure Victor loved it.

Oh! Victor Nikiforov wants a commemorative photo?”

The boy is just dancing as he drinks, to what we could assume is maybe a classy song played for the banquet guests, and all this just for Victor. He has the man in front of him, and we don’t know…

…maybe he is trying to mimic some of Victor’s past routines?! Even if that’s not the case and he’s just dancing for the sake of the booze in his head… We do know that this boy is trying to impress his childhood idol by dancing his heart out in front of the other’s camera.

JUST LOOK AT HIM, HE’S SO DRUNK, AND OH SO HAPPY, AND NOW WE KNOW WHO HE’S LOOKING AT WHEN THESE PHOTOS WERE TAKEN.

I can’t even begin to imagine Victor’s delight. I’m sure this was a first for him, he must have been thinking how true it is when they say you only live once, and more so when it comes to things related to Katsuki Yuuri.

omg so remember how i mentioned earlier with the name thing about this girl who i thought was perfect and kind of became my motivation when i was in high school? well on a whim i found her ig and she just accepted my follow request and she is still gorgeous as fuck honestly she is my #1 motivation right now to lose a lot of weight and make a lot of money right now because i want to be her so bad

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Understanding Shapes and Images with Your Third Eye

We will focus on deciphering shapes and images with this particular exercise.

Some people feel more relaxed with music playing, others prefer silence to focus.

These images are always present as your consciousness is usually occupied in more than one reality of thought. Most people don’t pay attention to the images because they are not programmed to analyze these images in a higher frequency. Waking from a dream not imply that your soul has stopped experiencing that level of reality.

Consciousness is multidimensional and ceaseless. It is about learning slowly in third dimension, but gradually increasing the pace as it spirals upward in frequency.

Prepare as you did in Lesson 1.

Focus on the screen in your mind behind your forehead again.

You will soon see a shape or an image appear.

Make a mental note of the shape as it may be an archetype that your cellular memory has set in for you at this time, one without physical analogy.

Few shapes may remain stationery, while others become animated and holographic. Observe as if watching a filmstrip, reality is nothing more than projected illusion, a consciousness hologram - in which souls experience virtually.

If you see nothing, practice with meditation, or the like. It will help you tune into to the images. It’s like any other skill, the more your practice, the easier it becomes.

Blockages may come from mental illness, substance abuse, fear, lack of understanding what you see or seeking an answer that is not shown.

Examine the images and later record what you have seen. They may mean one thing to you at present, and something else in the future.

By K.Nagori

Just-woke-up-from-a-nap random not-random ideas 💡💡💡💡💡

💡1. When individuals’ Twitter pages’ introductions and images focus on charity work, their tweeting about charities makes perfect sense. Cool.

💡2. Earlier this year we noticed Twitter interaction between Cait’s charities and Sam, and between Sam’s charities and Cait. Messages of support and thanks were exchanged. “Scene partners” were tagged by one another’s charities. Sam brought up the rear in Cait’s “When I Was Young” World Child Cancer campaign, and boosted bids to our @dawncrutchfield‘s eventual winning bid for Cait’s BAFTA Scotland outfit. Cool.

💡3. Last week Cait surprised us by posting a photo of her and Sam’s wearing matching caps in support of the Caroline Previdi Foundation, thanking the charity’s representative for raising “our” (Cait’s and Sam’s) awareness. Did I mention Cait posted the photo? A united-front photo? Cool.

💡4. Today we get this gem… Naughty Librarian Santa Cait’s checking Right & Ready-For-Inspection Santa Sam’s silver baws… her hand comfortably cupped in place… his hand open in invitation… a fun photo of Cait’s helping Sam to promote Cahonas Scotland’s testicular cancer awareness campaign… And not a Santa Claire nor a Santa Jamie in sight… Cool.

💡5. If I were smart and savvy, and had something personal and significant I wanted to say, something I know my Twitter followers discussed now and then, I think piggybacking that message with other important messages - oh, I don’t know, say ones promoting charitable awareness and giving - might be just the sleigh where I’d hitch my reindeer. Cool.

Just thinking randomly, of course… nothing to see here.

I Can’t Save Her: Part 20

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Anxiety, Depression, Nightmares, Repressed Memories

Word Count: 1720

Catch Up Here

Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings for him are.

Author’s Notes: Y/N is getting closer and closer to finding out the truth – and hopefully finding Bucky in the process. Tags are at the bottom. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged/untagged.

I love your comments, messages, asks, likes, reblogs – all of it. <3

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“Y/N,” Steve said as I rested my forehead on the cool glass of the window. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times to bring his image into focus. “You need to talk to me,” he added.

“I don’t know what to say,” I muttered miserably. It had been a few days since I had spoken with Fury. After speaking what I feared to be the truth I had become withdrawn – spending most of my time silently staring out the window of our room.

“You’re not eating, or sleeping. Listen, I know Buck leaving has been hard, but I promise we will get him back,” he reassured me. I scoffed at his remark and he seemed taken aback. “What?”

“What if…. For most of your life you believed you were a certain type of person from a certain type of family, and then suddenly you find out that everything you’ve thought is actually the opposite?” I asked in a tangle of confused words. It was difficult for me to adequately describe the confusion I felt to Steve. It was as if the person I was was being unmade before my very eyes.

“You’re not making any sense,” Steve said after a moment.

“It’s me.”

“What is you? Listen, I know you blame yourself about Buck but…”

“Don’t you get it?” I snapped as I turned to look at him. “It’s not just about Bucky… it’s about me.”

“Y/N,” Steve started.

“Just don’t. My parents were part of H.Y.D.R.A., Steve. Or at least… I think they were. How could I not remember until now? What’s wrong with me? Why would he want to stay if he found this out… if it’s really true,” I rambled on as tears threatened to spill over my lashes. I paused to regain my composure. I couldn’t let the wall come crumbling down now – not until we got him back – and I was prepared to do whatever was necessary to get him back.

Steve was silent for a moment. “We aren’t defined by our past, or the things we can’t control. Y/N even if it’s true – you know who you are and what you are and so does Bucky,” he reassured. The sentiment was kind, but it was lost on me. I already knew what kind of person I was and it wasn’t something that I could be proud about.

I was quiet as I contemplated my next words. Gradually I resumed staring out the window – I couldn’t bear to look Steve in the eyes. “For so long I’ve been so worried about losing him…. I never thought I would lose myself instead,” I added bitterly as rain pattered on the windowsill. Steve slid his arm around me and I rested my head on his shoulder. The act should have brought me comfort, but I felt nothing except the crippling paranoia that had snapped into place days ago. I closed my eyes and sighed before drifting into an uneasy sleep.


I woke up to the sound of shuffling paper. I noticed that I was laying in a bed, which meant Steve had carried me to our shared room. I opened my eyes as I turned on my side to see Steve sitting beside me thumbing through a file. He looked up and grimaced. “Sorry if I woke you up. Fury brought these by a little while ago, and I started looking through them,” he shrugged apologetically.

“It’s okay,” I yawned as I pushed myself up in the bed. “Er… how long was I out for?” I asked sheepishly.

“About six hours – you asked me not to go when I tried to leave so…” Steve shrugged. “I stayed.”

“Thanks Steve – I appreciate it. I think that’s the first time I’ve really slept since… well since Buck left,” I added sadly. “Can I look at the files?” I asked as I reached for one.

“Oh definitely,” Steve replied as he handed them to me. “I don’t recognize any of these places so I can’t make heads or tails of them – maybe you will have better luck.”

I flipped through several of the files that Steve had handed me. They offered nondescript pictures of different H.Y.D.R.A. facilities – nothing seemed to resonate with the images that had plagued my dreams. I was about to take a break when something caught my eye in one of the last files. I froze. The room was familiar – it was as if someone had extracted the room from my dream and photographed it. Everything fell away from me in that moment – the bed I was sitting on, Steve beside me, everything.

“Y/N,” I could hear my mother’s voice. It had been almost twenty years since I had heard that voice – but I knew it instantly. Her voice was urgent and her face was full of fear. “Hide, and don’t come out!” The scene faded. I could hear people screaming and a full barrage of gunfire close by as I helplessly huddled under a desk. My mother was yelling into a phone that the asset was out as soft footsteps approached.

“Y/N,” Steve’s voice broke into the haze of memories. I blinked stupidly and stared at him. I looked around the room confused.

“I don’t… how…” I looked at him confused. The folder I had been holding was a crumpled mess in my hands. I let it drop softly onto my lap. Every muscle in my body was tense and my heart was racing.

“You saw this picture and just froze. I wasn’t sure where you went…” Steve lapsed into silence – he was never one to pry into the secrets of others.

“I remembered something… This is it, Steve. We have to go here,” I said urgently as I looked up at him. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he took the crumpled file back.

“Well it looks like we are going to Austria,” Steve shrugged as he pushed off the bed and walked towards the door. I was going to follow him before he turned around and looked at me. “Y/N, right now you need rest. I’ll let Fury know and I’ll be back.” I laid back down on the bed – I wasn’t in the mood to argue and even with the sleep I had gotten I still felt remarkably exhausted.

I tossed and turned restlessly for some time after Steve had left. Even faced with exhaustion I was unable to find my way back to sleep. My mind kept finding its way back to the contents of the file that Steve has taken with him. The look on my mother’s face. The screams. Finally, I pushed myself out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom to take a hot bath. I felt dirty – like the residue of my recently surfaced memories was sticking to me, and it made me feel anxious.

I shed my clothes and slid into the tub as it filled with warmth. A sigh escaped my lips as I closed my eyes in a moment of peace.

“God I missed you,” Bucky’s voice hummed softly in my ear. We had just made love in the bathtub of our loft after he had been away. His hair was wet and plastered around his face as he kissed me sweetly and smiled.

“I miss you too,” I whispered as I opened my eyes. Two months. Two months and the thought of him still brought me to tears. Rationally I knew he loved me – at least in those moments we shared. I could feel it in the way he kissed me – the way he looked at me after being away. Since he had left I had tried so hard to not think about the tender moments – I just focused on bringing him home, but tonight… they flooded my mind. I felt overwhelmed and utterly alone. What I wouldn’t have done for a tender moment of affection now. I slid further into the water until I was completely under it and screamed with all my might. I needed to let it out – all of it. I couldn’t keep it all in anymore – for just a moment I needed to lose control. I pushed myself up and emerged from the water to hear Steve on the other side of the door.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” he asked concerned.

“Yeah, give me just a minute,” I replied as I pulled the stopper to let the water drain. I hurriedly dried myself and dressed. As I opened the door I was greeted by Steve’s anxious form hovering between the doorway and my bed.

“I thought I heard something,” he said relieved.

“I’m fine,” I reassured him. “I couldn’t sleep so I decided to take a bath to see if it would help me relax. What did Fury say?”

“We leave tomorrow morning,” Steve replied. He paused for a second as if he was unsure about what he wanted to say next.

“What is it?”

“Tony called Fury to see if you were here,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Oh.”

“Oh is right. He said he had asked you to not leave New York because of an incident…” he continued. I could tell he was less than pleased with me. In all honesty, I had forgotten about this when I had originally left.

“That’s true,” I added. “What did Fury tell him?”

“He lied. Told him he hadn’t talked to you since the party on New Year’s Eve,” he added bluntly.

“Good,” I sighed – relieved that we could continue our mission.

“You have a warrant for your arrest so Fury is taking extra precautions to get us to Austria. If you come back … you’ll most likely be arrested as soon as we hit the ground.”

“I know,” I added as I laid down in my bed. “I’m going to try to get some sleep, goodnight Steve.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Steve responded as he turned out the lights and made his way to his own bed.

There were several scenarios playing in my head on how the following days would go, and some of them didn’t include me coming back from our journey, but I wouldn’t tell Steve – not now. I knew that somehow Austria was the clue we needed to find Bucky and I had every intention of finding him – regardless of the cost.

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Delicate by Jeff Wallace
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Sunrise in Banff National Park, Castle Mountain, Bow River and delicate ice capped with hoar frost. Composite of two images, focus stacking.

Obsessed (Jerome Valeska x Reader)

Request: Hi! Can you do a Jerome Valeska imagine based on the 1996 movie Mother, May I Sleep With Danger? Where he’s really obsessive/possessive and very crazy over the reader? Thanks so much. -Anon

A/N: MASTERLIST

Word Count: 453

Warnings: Language


You opened your eyes and blinked a few times to focus the image of Jerome sitting on the end of the bed, staring at you. You looked around and a rush of panic too over your body. “Where am I? What happened? Who are you?” You asked him as you crawled up the headboard. “Well Y/N, do you remember when I tried burning that bus full of cheerleaders? Well you were there and thought you were cute, so I saved you.” There was a moment of silence between you two. “This is the part where you thank me.”

“No this is the part where I slap the fuck out of you and run like Hell.” You ran for the door but Jerome ran to the door and stood in front of you. “You forgot something.” He smirked. You slapped him; he scoffed and looked at you. “You forgot your-” You slapped him again. “Pompoms.” He said. You looked behind you and saw them on the floor. As you turned around Jerome pushed you on the bed.

“You realise I just saved your ass back there.” He started boiling up.

“And you realise that you’re plain stupid.” You felt pride for the burn. There was a knock on the door. “Come in.” A tall man entered. “What do you want Helzinger?”

“Theo wants to see you.” He said; he looked at you and gave you a confused look. “What is she doing here?”

“I asked the same question.” You muttered. Jerome shot his gaze at you. “Come with me.” He ordered. You took your time and got up.

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Theo Galavan was surprised to see you. “Jerome, it came to me that you have someone that is not yours to keep.”

“She’s mine! I saved her from that goddamn plan you made us work for.” He snatched your wrist and gripped it tight. You grabbed Jerome’s nape and slammed his head on the table. He began struggling, trying to free himself from your grip. “You do realize that one, she’s stronger than you and two she’s my niece?” Jerome stopped struggling and looked up. He looked back at Theo. “I still want her.”  He protested from under your grip.

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You let Jerome go. “Okay, I’ll stay. But just a reminder, I’m not your toy and if you try to kiss me, your will immediately think of Theo.” You folded your arms. Jerome looked impressed and he smiled. “Do you know who you’re talking to?” Theo watched you and Jerome argue. “No, do you?”

You grabbed the knife that was on the table and aimed it at Jerome’s neck.

“If you’re going to kill each other, I suggest you to go in the backyard.” Theo said.