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Hello my loves (seriously loves of my life you people *Cries a bit* ) SO I would like to make a special shout out to the wonderful @caramel-lattaee !!!

She is a new BTS Ship blog, that is literally the bomb dot com. Here’s a list of the type of ships she does:

- selca ships (private if asked)

- BBSS Ships (boyfriend, best friend, sibling, secret admirer)

- Written Ships (send a description of your personality and she will ship you) 

*you can specify whether you want it to be platonic or romantic*

(also her written ships come with a description so send the ships man im telling you doooo it.)

- Astrology ships (for now simply based off of your sun sign, as she wants to educate herself a bit more on astrology)

SEE LOOK AT THAT, SO MANY OPTIONS! Go check it out!

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Thank you loves and I sincerely do hope you check it out

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Victor, Yuuri, and Yurio are looking at colleges when Victor sees a sign for a marathon and decides to join it with Yurio. Yuuri is holding a sign labeled 'kiss me i'm a skater' on the sidelines and Victor gets very distracted during the race.

RETIRED 5-TIME WORLD FIGURE SKATING CHAMPION TO ENTER 2018 ST LIDWINA MARATHON
Viktor Nikiforov, retired 5-time consecutive World Champion of Men’s Figure Skating, has recently announced that he will be participating in the 2018 St Lidwina Marathon on April 16. Nikiforov reportedly has taken up long-distance running as a hobby alongside coaching his husband, 2017 World Champion and Grand Prix Winner Yuuri Katsuki as well as 2016 Grand Prix Winner Yuri Plisetsky. Plisetsky is also running the marathon alongside Nikiforov, while Katsuki will be cheering at the halfway mark on the St Lidwina University campus. [MORE]


The screaming at the St Lidwina University Thunder Tunnel is, for lack of a better word, thunderous. 

Yurio had been looking at the university as a prospective applicant, and they’d lined up the visit so that they could get a campus tour and attend an admissions info session alongside participating in the marathon the next day. They were even staying at a small Airbnb just off-campus, tucked above a cosy little cafe called Charlotte’s Corner. St Lidwina was a sweet little New England college town already beginning to be warmed by spring, and Yurio had loved it.

Well, at least, he was scowling a lot less than usual. Puberty had hit Yurio like a truck, and as a consequence he liked to act extra surly to compensate for his sudden lack of grace on the ice. But when the blond had looked up at the red-brick and marble-pillar majesty that was Founders Hall, the admissions and administrative building of the liberal arts college at the university, none of that surliness had been on his face.

That had been yesterday. Today, a different sort of energy hums in the air. Yuuri is convinced most of the students piled up on the metal barriers by the main road are already well on their way to drunk if not already there. Their screams are deafening, and the bright colours of their signs flash wildly in the mid-morning sun.

Viktor and Yurio would be coming by in one of the middle groups, Yuuri knows, so they’ll be here sooner or later. He elbows his way into the crowds gathered at the barrier until he’s managed to squeeze himself up against the metal, between a girl holding a sign that says “Live Long and Prosper” and a boy with a sign that says “Kiss Me, I’m from Texas”. 

Yuuri has his own sign, of course, and he has it up just as another wave of runners begin to appear around the bend.

The screaming gets louder

Yuuri almost drops his sign in an attempt to cover his ears. Had he ever been this loud while at Wayne State? Maybe he should have had something to drink before coming out here. The girl next to him is jumping up and down now, offering high-fives to the marathon runners as they go by. Someone has come by and planted a solid smooch on the cheek of the boy from Texas. 

Yuuri himself offers a couple high-fives to passing runners who recognise him. He shouts some encouragement to them as they go past, but his voice feels oddly drowned out in the overwhelming sound.

And then he sees them both rounding the bend, and his heart picks up a little at the sight.

Yuri is wearing a loose black tank and short leopard-print shorts, his hair tied up and his expression determined. He high-fives a couple people, and offers a quick peck to a girl waving a sign that says “Kiss Me, I’m a Cat Person”. But for the most part he’s focused on the road ahead.

Viktor, on the other hand, is craning his head every which way for a sign of Yuuri. And he’s running shirtless, the white t-shirt he’d started with now uselessly draped over his shoulders. His hair is clipped out of his face and he seems to be covered in sweat, but there’s an intoxicating flush in his cheeks that has a lot of people surrounding Yuuri clamouring for him to come over and kiss them.

And Yuuri’s not about to let that happen.

Viktor!” he shouts, waving his sign. Viktor looks over, his expression lighting up at the sight as he jogs by. 

“Yuuri!” he breathes. He looks like he wants to say more, but is too exhausted to do anything else other than grab Yuuri by the back of his head and bring him in for the hottest, sweatiest, and most disgusting kiss they’ve ever shared in their life. The world falls away all the same, all the noise and screaming around them narrowing into a tunnel of sound surrounding the two of them.

Viktor’s shirt tugs a little. Yurio is dragging him away. Yuuri is dimly aware that he’s now halfway over the barrier. His sign has dropped away somewhere.

“You should go,” he breathes absently against Viktor’s lips.

“Don’t wanna,” mutters Viktor.

“You need to finish the race,” Yuuri says. “We can pick this up later.”

“Promise?” asks Viktor.

Yuuri nods. His fingers linger a moment longer on Viktor’s cheek after he’s pulled back, and then his husband is racing away, sunlight glinting off his ring. Just before he fades from view, Viktor turns back and blows him a kiss, and Yuuri catches it with a grin.

“Wow.” He hears it just to his left, and turns to see the girl staring at him, wide-eyed. He can feel the eyes of everyone nearby on him, now, striking a match to the fire spreading rapidly across his cheeks. 

“That was adorable,” someone remarks. “Can’t wait to see it break the internet.”

And then they return to the screaming, and Yuuri hopes (in vain, he knows) that Phichit won’t find any videos of him and Viktor by the end of the hour.


CHECK OUT THIS ADORABLE COUPLE AT THE 2018 ST LIDWINA MARATHON!
Rick Martin for BuzzFeed

Viktor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki continue to be #relationshipgoals as Katsuki was spotted giving out some, ahem, encouragement as a spectator of the St Lidwina Marathon this past Monday.

The St Lidwina University Thunder Tunnel is a longstanding tradition of the Marathon, being located at the halfway point on the route. It offers runners a significant milestone as well as encouragement to continue the route. Katsuki was spotted at the Thunder Tunnel at around 11:30AM holding a sign that says ‘Kiss Me, I’m a Figure Skater’ and offering high-fives and encouragement to the runners that passed by.

Well, until his husband, retired five-time consecutive World Champion Viktor Nikiforov showed up with their son (in all but name) Yuri Plisetsky.

Nikiforov clearly read Katsuki’s sign and decided to take him up on the offer.

Very enthusiastically.

And of course Katsuki was very enthusiastically reciprocating.

I mean, can we blame them? Nikiforov was running shirtless by that point in the race. #thethirstisrealfolks

Eventually Plisetsky pulled Nikiforov back to the marathon at hand, and the two managed to complete with the rest of the runners.

Nikiforov repeatedly beat his personal best time by six minutes despite having been distracted by his husband along the way.

We’re sure they celebrated this little victory in their own little way afterwards. 

What the Signs Like to be Called

Aries: Daddy

Taurus: Dominant / Submissive

Gemini: BOO

Cancer: Baby

Leo: King / Queen

Virgo: Genius

Libra: Hottie

Scorpio: Senpai

Sagittarius: The bomb dot com

Capricorn: Call them by their name, or they’ll slap you

Aquarius: Winner winner chicken dinner

Pisces: Cutest living being on earth

Got fire for a heart, i’m not scared of the dark

rating: G
wordcount: 45k
pairing: ziall (major ot5 friendship too)
tags: alternate universe - superpowers, slow burn, found family, fluff, exotic pets

Summary:

“I dunno,” Zayn mutters. “I just think you’re much more in the business of flying than falling, y’know?”
That’s not entirely true, Niall thinks. I’m falling for you, aren’t I?

Written for the 5th round of @1dbigbang, read it on ao3 here

Lovely cover art by the wonderful sabine @fromadifferentphase, who did such an INCREDIBLE job of capturing my fic in art form! (pls send her love, she was so goshdarn amazing!!) 

Sabine also made another great cover for my fanmix, all of which u can find on her art masterpost here

  • lance takes keith to the mall of america one time for a date because “malls are the bomb dot com, now get in the car. thirteen hours in the car with me is gonna go by so fast”
  • also, lance knows that keith doesn’t handle crowded spaces very well. so he makes sure to research the quietest day of the year for their trip, and goes near closing hours
  • keith is skeptical of this whole adventure until he sees how big the mall’s forever 21 is. ripped jeans for miles. entire crates of black nail polish. flannel boyfriend shirts 
    • and keith expects lance to hurry him out after a bit bc that’s what the rest of the group does, but lance just kisses keith on the cheek:
    • lance: “dude, we have nowhere else to be. now go do some sexy modeling for me.”
    • and keith tries on all sorts of outfits and lance is super supportive of everything and laughs with keith and takes selfies of the two of them sneaking into the dressing room, then selfies of the two of them making out in said dressing room
  • they find the ragstock and lance like. teleports over to the plastic metallic skinny pants in the year-round halloween costume section. you know the ones.
  • keith: “lance, these are twenty dollars a pair.”
  • lance: “I’m buying them.”
  • keith: “you just told me last week your debit card was almost empty.”
  • lance takes keith by the shoulders and stares into his eyes: “keith. my man. my almost main bro–”
  • keith: “I’m not your main bro?”
  • lance: “hunk’s my main bro. but keith, I love you. and I respect your choices, so please respect that this is just something i have to do.”
  • keith sighs but then smiles when lance pecks him on the lips and mumbles “lance, people are watching” 
    • and lance grins like a little imp. “what? people are watching??” he swoons into keith’s arms. “oh, my darling boyfriend, the eye of the public is upon us!
    • “lance stop” keith is blushing super hard. lance is now collapsed into his arms. and shouting.
    • “kiss me keith! breathe life back into my dainty limbs!” and lance drags them both to the floor and they’re both laughing super hard until lance sobers up in a flash:
    • “no but seriously I’m buying these pants.”
imagine southern John Laurens

• instead of yo yo yo he says y'all y'all y'all
• “my dharlin’ Alexander”
• “sweetheart, you need to get come rest”
• he owns a horse and it’s name is Minnie
• Alexander refuses to ride Minnie
• John when Alexander roasts Tjeffs: “oh bless your heart”
• John using a lot of southern slang and confusing the hell out of Alexander
• John hating his accent
• Alexander loving his accent
• John and Alexander getting into little arguments about John’s accent
• John’s southern accent getting stronger as they argue
• And Alex is just grinning the whole time
• John trying to wake Alex up in the morning, and Alex is just grumpy and John teases him by saying “My, Alexander, aren’t you just peachy this morning?”
• Deadass this man makes some absolutely bomb dot com fried chicken
• He loves peaches
• And iced tea
• Alex heard John mutter “fucking yankees” one day and he has no idea what the hell that means
• “dharlin”
• please imagine southern John Laurens
• p l e a s e
• s o u t h e r n b e l l e j o h n l a u r e n s

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