in your stupid face

anonymous asked:

If I were dating you I would be the weird one, I would grab your arm when you are typing so I can feel you muscles moving. I would sometimes get bored and than annoy you or do really stupid, probably childish things like drawing faces on your fingers. Maybe you would get mad at me for that, I then would laugh, apologize, jokingly exaggerating, because I knew that you actually aren't. I would send you cute cat pictures whenever you are sad and I would make stupid jokes, that only I find funny.

This is so cute 💞

  • yuuri: hey yurio could you sign this restraining order
  • yurio: gladly you dumb pig
  • yurio: now I never have to see your stupid face agai-
  • yuuri: hey victor he fell for it he signed the adoption papers ahah you're grounded mister!! haha just kidding your father and I love you
yes, i can stick magnets on my arm.

but i only do it for a good cause. the letters are magnetic. repainting the arm is too much work

steve decided he wanted to draw this because the last time i did something like this there wasn’t anything to prove it had happened. (last time i painted ‘die nazi scum’ on the side of a tank which id stolen from the nazis. the 40s were a wild time my friends)

(This is for sale on redbubble, both with and without the text and red circle. A black background version is under the cut, just because it looks cool.)

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yoi fanfic rec list

hey guys, i promised to recommend you a few victuuri fanfics and here goes the list!

FLUFF:

When He’s Not Even Trying by qwartooty (2,8k words, chapters 1/1)

“Do you have any kinks?”
Viktor looked down at Phichit, surprised. “Excuse me?”
“Fetishes. Turn-ons. Things that make you go, ‘Oooh! Wow! Yeah!’”
“I know what a kink is. Why are you asking me that kind of question?”
“Don’t look so scandalized. It’s for my psychology project. Which I just told you about, but you were too busy drooling over Yuuri to listen,” Phichit said.

One Night to Blow by qwartooty (3k words, chapters 1/1)

Victor’s and Yuri’s bachelor parties (incl. Victor throwing money at pole dancing Yuuri)

Stupidly Happy With You by qwartooty (3k words, chapters 1/1) 

“You have that stupid look on your face again,” Yurio said, skating up to where Viktor was watching Yuuri.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Viktor said, putting on a very deliberate frown.
“Face it- Katsudon is sucking the cool right out of you.“
“He’s not sucking anything out of me.”
“Ohoho?” Phichit glided by them with a gleefully scandalized look on his face.

i’m not upset by bixgchan (2,5k words, chapters 2/2)

Yuuri-is-only-mine-please-back-off (aka possessive! Victor)

Addicted (to the taste of you) by smudgesofink (6k words, chapters 1/1)

post ep. 7 universe, dinner with friends (Phichit, Chris etc.) after the Cup of China: Yuuri can’t focus on anything other than Victor, incl. lots of teasing, lots of making out

From The Moon by ButterBeerBitch (5k words, chapters 1/1)

that one time Victor finds out why Yuuri has never let him inside his bedroom

Look & See by icterine (3,5k words, chapters 1/1)

This year, Victor Nikiforov falls in love at the Grand Prix Banquet. He’s so glad he decided to show up.

kairosclerosis by celestialfics (1k words, chapters 1/1)

St Petersburg, domestic Victuuri - this should explain it all :)

Unwritten by kaizuka (34k words, chapters 6/6) - a total classic

Soulmates AU where whatever you write on your own skin appears on your soulmate.

SMUT:

Patience by martialartist816 (3,5k words, chapters 1/1)

"You said you wanted me to do something that would excite you.” Yuuri’s voice sounded cool and even above him. Victor suspected he wore a small smile. “This is what I thought of.”

Russians Do It Differently by martialartist816 (3k words, chapters 1/1)

Victor doesn’t understand the concept of personal space. Yuuri isn’t complaining.

Appreciation by anonymous (4k words, chapters 1/1)

Victor takes care of Yuuri after the Cup of China

  • lance: hey pidge could you sign this restraining order
  • pidge: gladly you dumb pig
  • pidge: now I never have to see your stupid face agai-
  • lance: hey hunk he fell for it he signed the adoption papers ahah you're grounded mister!! haha just kidding your father and I love you

Andrew looks at his phone through his lashes. Neil had cajoled and bullied him into buying an Iphone-we can video call each other, he had insisted. As if I want to see anymore of your stupid face, Josten, Andrew had replied, but had driven out to buy one the other day. He’d pretended he couldn’t see the quiet smile on Neil’s face.

It has been exactly two weeks since they’d last talked in person. It feels like an eternity. It's been less than twelve hours since they last talked, but Andrew already misses Neil. It’s a bone deep ache, that’s slowly driving him insane, he tells himself that it isn’t about Neil, it’s the days spent in unfamiliar hotel rooms and in unfamiliar beds and it’s that, too, but that’s far from the entire truth.

He looks through his phone, his finger hovering over Neil’s name before he lets it flop down on the bed next to him. It’s late and Neil-the idiot that he is-never gets enough sleep as it is.

He resigns himself to another sleepless night.There was a time when Neil’s warmth next to him made him square his shoulders and brace himself for danger, now the lack of warmth feels somehow excruciating. He twists and turns, uncomfortable in his own skin and that feeling had faded once, and he-he stops himself, he won’t allow himself to be dragged into that downward spiral again.

He allows himself to close his eyes and envision that junkie, the twist of his lips when he smiles and the exact shade of auburn of his hair and the glint in his blue eyes, just for a moment.

The next day, the doorbell rings even before he’s awake. He gropes around for his knives and stands, his hackles are raised and there’s a sour taste in his mouth, that has nothing to do with sleep.

He opens the door to the hotel room, in the long sleeved shirt and sweatpants that he slept in. He sees messy auburn hair and tanned skin. Neil hovers in the doorway, not uncertain, merely waiting for his consent.

Andrew hates him for that. He steps aside to let him in and closes the door behind him. Neil makes a beeline straight for the bed and flops down on it. He doesn’t seem to have brought a bag or any clothes with him.

“Did you come here to sleep?” Andrew asks. Neil hums and turns to look at him from where he has buried his head in a pillow. “The plane ride was absolute hell,” he says half slurring his words.

Andrew has no time to pity him. Neil wouldn’t have come over if it was too much trouble. But Andrew wanders over to him anyway, it’s only because Andrew’s bored and Neil is the most interesting thing in the room, or so Andrew tells himself.

Neil turns to smile at him. “Hey,” he says. Andrew just looks at him with a heavy lidded gaze. Neil starts to tell him about the team and Robin without prompting because he knows Andrew won’t ask.

Andrew lets him make mundane small talk for a while, content to listen to his voice, before reaching out a hand and letting it hover over Neil’s shoulder. Neil’s voice doesn’t falter as he tells him how fucking lonely his bed feels without Andrew, but his lips curl slightly at the corners. Andrew’s quiet, “Yes or no?” is met with a heated “yes" and Neil rises up on one hand to kiss him.

Heat coils in the pit of his stomach and he curls his hands in Neil’s hair. They have never said ‘I love you’ to each other, but if actions speak louder than words, Andrew reckons, they might as well be shouting it.

When they finally break apart, Neil looks at him and says with quiet happiness, "You missed me.” Andrew leans back, the spell broken and says, “No, I didn’t.” Neil grins and with his scrunched nose and messy hair, Andrew leans back in and lets Neil meet him halfway. “Yes, you did,” Neil murmurs against his lips and Andrew concedes defeat, just to shut him up.

shin soukoku

Dazai: Just as I predicted, atsushi and akutagawa are a formidable team worthy of the name shin-soukoku. they have a partnership just like ours!

Chuuya: *rolling his eyes* yeah right

Atsushi: get out of my way akutagawa!

Akutagawa: no YOU get out of MY way!

Atsushi: youre even more pathetic than I am!

Akutagawa: NO YOURE MORE PATHETIC THAN I AM!!!

Atsushi: NO WAY

Akutagawa: YES WAY

Atsushi: SAY THAT TO MY FACE

Akutagawa: I ALREADY I AM SAYING IT TO YOUR FACE YOU STUPID FUCK

Atsushi: DONT CALL ME A STUPID FUCK

Akutagawa: THEN STOP ACTING LIKE A STUPID FUCK

Atsushi: MAYBE WHEN YOU STOP ACTING LIKE A NEEDY LITTLE BITCH

Akutagawa: I AM NOT A NEEDY LITTLE BITCH!!!!

Atsushi: *doing an impression of akutagawa* uuuu dazai san please notice me, i love you dazai-san, oh dazai-san please let me lick your shoes, just this once

Akutagawa: I WILL FUCKING END YOU

Atsushi: NOT IF I END YOU FIRST

Dazai: pretty impressive, right chuuya?

Chuuya: … when you said “a partnership just like ours” you… weren’t kidding