it's officially confirmed

alright so 

Kubo-sensei has, in my eyes, now confirmed that Viktor and Yuuri are indeed lovers/significant others

IT’S NOT LIKE IM SURPRISED AFTER SEEING THEM LOOK AT EACH OTHER LIKE THIS AMONGST A THOUSAND OTHER THINGS 

but I know that some people still had doubts or wanted an official confirmation so wELL HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY EVERYONE I GUESS IT’S AS CANON AS IT GETS NOW

If you need me I’ll be over here screaming into my pillow over these two 

their love is too good to be true I owe Kubo-sensei my life

anonymous asked:

So it's officially confirmed that they have an amazing episode 21 every season. I was assuming it wouldn't happen this season, but they managed to pull it off. That being said this is the kind of stuff I want to next season and it was obvious that the cast (Grant especially had fun with it).

My kink is Grant actually clearly enjoying and having fun with his job.

It’s a stinky day out and Clara doesn’t want to get out of bed and go to work. “Now, Clara, you know how bad this job market is, you don’t wanna find yourself unemployed, spending days then months then years digging through job boards and sending endless online applications that never even get viewed by a human being, and you’re not getting any younger – did you know tech companies won’t hire anyone over 30??? C'mon, I’ll make breakfast…”

Cammy White’s Birthday is Today (1/6). Have Some Pointless Trivia You Probably Already Know.

Also this is a thing I do now. I guess?

Originally posted by andymatronic

  • Although its been never officially confirmed by Capcom, many fans have speculated that the inspiration for Cammy comes from Gally/Alita, the main protagonist from manga and anime Battle Angel Altia. Much of Cammy’s mannerisms, moves, and design are similar to Gally. Again, nothing has been confirmed by Capcom, so take this with a grain of salt.
  • Cammy’s Street Fighter V appearance is inspired by original concept sketches of her from Super Street Fighter II: The New Challengers.
  • In 1996, Capcom premiered X-Men Vs. Street Fighter in arcades, the first in the Capcom Vs. series. In the game it premiered Alpha Cammy AKA “Killer Bee” Cammy in the game before her first Street Fighter appearance in the update in Street Fighter Alpha 2, Street Fighter Alpha 2 Gold.
    • She retains her XVSF in her Alpha 2 Gold appearance however her arcade story and ending is considered non-canon. Her first canon appearance is in Street Fighter Alpha 3 in 1998
    • Cammy’s Killer Bee sprite has seen the most appearances too.
  • In the SF manga, Sakura Ganbaru!, Cammy gets her name from Sakura who finds a then amnesiac Cammy and names her after a cat by the same name she found.
    • These events are considered canon and in Street Fighter IV, both characters share dialogue acknowledging this in arcade mode.
  • In Street Fighter X Tekken, Cammy’s Cross Art is a reference to the opening scene of the Street Fighter II:The Movie where she assassinates someone by snapping their neck.

Originally posted by pi-la

  • Capcom also references this opening bit as well with the intro toAlpha Cammy’s, where Cammy comes out hooded similar to how she was introduced in the movie.
  • Cammy is one the few Street Fighter characters have a star in her own non-Fighting Game, Cannon Spike, named after her attack with the same name. This 2001 run and gun shooter was made by Psikyo and stars various other Capcom characters with character designs by Kinu Nishimura.
    • Cammy’s default design in the game is also inspired by her concept sketches from Super Street Fighter II. Her second outfit, Alpha/Killer Bee, is also an unlock able outfit in the game.
  • Cammy also made a cameo as a boss character in Final Fight Streetwise.
  • Probably one of the weirdest appearances by Cammy in the Street Fighter universe was in the American Street Fighter II cartoon where she was Guile’s love interest (?) before revealing she was a spy for M.Bison as well as his love interest (?!) resulting in one of the more infamous scenes of series.

  • Cammy’s final appearance in the American SF II cartoon came in the series finale where after being told she had been brain washed by Bison she made another very infamous scene from the series…

Happy Birthday Cammy. Maybe someday you’ll get to wear pants (at least wear them in a game that is good).

Oh, Baby

I was used to cruising the feminine hygiene aisle for tampons. Pregnancy tests, not so much. But here I was, two weeks late on a very early morning searching for the object that had the ability to confirm my hunch. Like most girls, I hated my period; cramps, mood swings and wicked cravings. But given my current situation, a few days with lower back pain seemed a lot better than nine months with a swollen belly. Involuntarily, my hand rested on my still flat stomach over my sweater.

I think this was what bothered me the most. I always thought that newly pregnant women somehow just knew that there was a baby growing inside. I mean, how could your body suddenly accompany a little life and you just not know about it? Frustratingly, I was coming up empty. My hand gently caressed my stomach and I had no idea whether there was a tiny cell in there or not. Hence the confusion. And the test.

I scanned the shelf and picked the brand that I had seen advertised on TV. I had done some research at home, and after clearing my history of course, decided that this one was perfect for a first timer like me. I took the lone item to the elderly woman at the cash. There was no one else around, thanks to my careful planning. I should be the one to tell Harry about our situation, not the media. I had to leave Harry alone and warm in bed, but with the way he sleeps, I’ll be back in the house before he wakes.

Wordlessly, I placed the test on the counter. The cashier gave me a sympathetic smile. It didn’t take much to put two and two together.

“I hope it all works out,” she said as she handed me my receipt.

Usually, when a woman takes a pregnancy test, “working out” is when it comes back positive. But with my makeup free face and my hair sitting in a high pony making me look even younger than I already am, I couldn’t help but think she meant the opposite.

Stopped at a red light, I went over my plan for the thousandth time. I refused to take this test without Harry. No matter what the results ended up being, I would need support. Besides, having him there right from the get-go saved me from having to explain the entire story to him if I did end up pregnant. And if I wasn’t, I don’t think I could live with keeping the scare a secret. I wanted to be good and ready when I brought it up, so as soon as I arrived home, I was going to stash the test in my makeup drawer in the bathroom. Somewhere Harry never goes.

I arrived home to a surprisingly empty house. As soon as I stepped foot into the entrance I could tell. For one thing, Harry’s shoes and keys were missing and there was one less banana in the fruit bowl on the kitchen counter. My phone was on silent the entire morning, which would explain why I only saw the text that Harry had sent half hour ago, now. Don’t tell me that’s pregnancy brain already.

“Hey babe. You weren’t here this morning. Your runners were gone, so I guess you went for a walk. You know how I feel about you going alone. :/ Anyways, Jack needs my help moving house for a bit, then we’re all coming back here later. Love you,” the text read.

I sighed, then typed in a quick reply. So it was me all alone in this empty house, although the possibility that I wasn’t truly alone wasn’t lost on me.

After putting the test away in my chosen hideaway, I decided that I needed a nap. I was always an early riser, which bothered Harry to no end when I always waked him, but today I felt especially disrupted by my early start. I changed out of my bulky sweater and settled for a black tank top. The sheets and pillow clung on to Harry’s scent and I basked in the warmth of the bed, falling asleep quickly.

I was woken up by the sound of male voices. Aside from Harry’s, I couldn’t really make out any of the others’, but by the sounds of it, a few of his friends had shown up. 

Okay, so the test would have to wait a little longer. If I was pregnant, the baby would be in my body for nine months. Officially confirming its’ existence a few hours later didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things.

I decided to make my way downstairs anyways. I missed Harry and seeing him was exactly what I needed right now. In the midst of all my uncertainty, I needed Harry’s strong arms wrapped solidly around me. The direction of the noise indicated that they were all unsurprisingly in the game room.

On my way down, I quickly glanced in my reflection in the full length mirror. No way, I thought to myself. But I pulled my tank top further down to hide my ever so slightly bloated stomach to be on the safe side.

I leaned against the door frame for support as I went unnoticed by the group of young men enthralled by their video game. Suddenly I didn’t feel so good. Seeing Harry didn’t give me the reassuring effect I had hoped for. He was dressed in a grey t-shirt and black jeans and his hair was tucked into a khaki beanie. He just looked so young and so happy doing something so normal and playful. Was I about to take that away from him?

Just then, I felt Harry’s eyes on me. His wide smile instantaneously transformed into a look of concern and within seconds, his long legs led him to stand right in front of me.

“What’s up? Are you alright?” Harry whispered. He towered over me and I felt even smaller than usual.

“Nothin—,” I began, but was cut off by Harry shaking his head.

“Hey, come on, don’t tell me “nothing.” Your mind is moving a mile a minute and something is bothering you, I can tell,” Harry said, his voice still low. He angled his body so that I was completely blocked from his friends.

Before I could form an answer, I heard Scott yell, “Come on, Styles, it’s your turn!”

“Someone else go. I’m busy,” Harry responded, his eyes still locked on me.

I took a deep breath. Harry already knew something was up, so I guess now was as good a time as any.

“Come with me,” I instructed, and began walking up the stairs to the bathroom.

Something about the way I was walking must have tipped Harry off, because when we got to the landing, he gently trapped my body between the wall and his own. I was confused, but slightly turned on at the same time.

“What the hell, Harry?” I asked breathlessly.

Harry took a deep breath as his eyes slowly dragged up and down my body.

“You seem like, insanely, nervous. To the point where I’m starting to feel scared shitless. I need you to tell me that whatever this is,” he said, his hands making a waving gesture between us, “everything is going to be okay.”

I immediately nodded my head, afraid that if I tried to say anything, the words would betray me.

“Good,” Harry said. One arm was propped against the wall above my head and the other was caressing my cheek. His sexy lopsided grin shifted as he leaned in to kiss me.

Harry’s face was mere inches from my own when my stomach suddenly rolled and my hands clamped down on my mouth. I made a beeline to the bathroom and emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet. Almost immediately, Harry was knelt beside me and he rubbed my back and removed some of the loose tendrils from my pony. When I was sure I was done, I rinsed my mouth and patted it dry.

“Okay, so I tried to kiss you and you threw up. Should I be offended?” Harry asked in a half serious, half amused tone. “You’re killing me here. I need to know what’s going on.”

I nodded my head, and reached into the drawer to pull out the test. I wasn’t brave enough to look at Harry yet, but I was sure he was confused as hell.

“Is that…?” he began.

“Uh huh,” I finished.

“You’re pregnant?” he spat, his voice rising.

“I don’t know, that’s what the test is for,” I said. “And keep it down!” I hissed. The house was so large I doubted anybody could hear, but still.

“Holy shit,” Harry cursed. “Holy fucking shit.” His eyes darted towards my stomach and back to my face. I couldn’t tell if he was angry, shocked or scared, or all three.

Oh God. This was so not the reaction I was expecting. Truthfully, I didn’t know what to expect from Harry, but this shaken up, rattled reaction wasn’t it.

My head began to swim. Somehow the reality of the situation just seemed to dawn on me now. The test was no longer a secret, and Harry knew that he could potentially be a father. It wasn’t just a possibility in my mind anymore and it all seemed too real.

I needed to sit down.

“Woah, there,” Harry said as he settled my swaying body. He pushed down the toilet seat and sat me down. He was on his knees in front of me and his hands were caressing my cheeks.

“Oh my God, Harry,” I began. “I am so sorry. I know this isn’t ideal with your work and we’re so young and not married and we’ve always been careful…”

“Hey, hey,” Harry soothed. “Take a deep breath and relax. We’re getting too ahead of ourselves here. We have no idea if this is for sure or not. So take the test, and we’ll go from there. But no matter what happens, I’m here, we’re a team, and I’m not going anywhere. Because even if there is a baby,” he said as his palm lay flush against my stomach, “there is no way that something that is a combination of you and I could ever be a bad thing.”

I smiled, and realized that there was no way that I could love this man any more than I already did. With shaking hands, I took the test out of the box and stole a quick glance at Harry. With the hint well taken, he left me alone with the test.

I think it is safe to say that that was the longest two minutes of my entire life. Waiting for something so important is bound to feel long; that is to be expected. But what I didn’t expect was to feel so disappointed with the results.

My eyes were pinched shut and I needed a moment to process our new reality before informing Harry. When I opened the bathroom door, I saw he was pacing the room. I cleared my throat to garner his attention. Harry froze and his eyes widened in anticipation.

“No baby,” I announced.

Harry’s face immediately fell and a look of dejection took over his features.

“Oh, well that’s good, I mean, it’s for the best, right?” Harry asked half-heartedly.

“Yeah, for sure, timing was off and stuff,” I added unconvincingly.

“Yeah.”

“Yup,” I added awkwardly.

“So what now?” Harry asked.

“You have guests downstairs, and I think I’ll just lie down here for a bit. All this excitement has given me a bit of a headache,” I said.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Harry said, as he pressed a swift kiss on my lips. “Call me if you need anything.”

The fact that I was crying in my sleep went unnoticed by me, but not to Harry. I jolted awake with a start as Harry gently rocked my body back and forth.

“What’s going on?” I asked, confused and alarmed.

“Nothing, you’re okay, you must have been having a bad dream. My friends all left, and when I came up to find you, you were thrashing around and your cheeks were stained,” Harry explained as he inspected my body for any signs of distress.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I didn’t recall dreaming of anything in particular, so I guess I was just feeling overly emotional. I stood in an attempt to stretch my legs but that overwhelming sense of nausea hit me again.  There was a sense of déjà vu as Harry and I found ourselves in front of the toilet again.

“That’s it, I’m taking you to the doctor’s in the morning,” Harry decided while I brushed my teeth.

My silent response served as agreement. I wasn’t too crazy about the doctor’s office, but all I knew was that I didn’t want to feel this way any longer.

The waiting room felt like it was trying too hard to be a pleasant place. Colourful paintings and inspirational quotes lined the sunny yellow walls, but I wasn’t fooled. It was almost as if said, ‘enjoy your last bit of time before you are pricked with needles or forced to take down foul tasting medicine’.

“Miss Y/L/N?” The doctor called as he appeared in the door. He was a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair and bags under his eyes that never seemed to disappear from late nights in medical school. Nonetheless, I found him strangely attractive. It would have been much easier to discuss the ins and outs of my body with someone not as good looking, or perhaps a female.

As I followed the doctor into the examination room, I took one backwards glance at Harry. He seemed nervous, which was so typical of him. He hates being left out or feeling out of control in important situations.

“So, Miss, what seems to be the problem?” the doctor asked, pulling up my file on his monitor. The sound of light crinkles filled the room as I shifted uncomfortably on the paper lined seat.

“Well,” I began, “The best way to describe it is that I feel pregnant. My period is about two weeks late, and I’ve been feeling nauseous and exhausted. All the signs are there except for the little positive sign on the pregnancy test I took last night.” The doctor’s eyes widened as I filled him in.

“Just to make sure I’m following you, you thought you were pregnant, took a test which came back negative and now you’re here?” the doctor spoke as he jotted his speech down.

“Correct,” I confirmed.

“Did you take the test more than once?” he asked.

I hadn’t. In fact, the idea hadn’t crossed my mind at all.

“No,” I quickly answered the doctor.

“Very well. Okay, so the first thing I can suggest is that I test you now. It’s very common for home pregnancy tests to be faulty, and based on your symptoms, pregnancy would be my first instinct as well.”

My heart sank as I tried to process the doctor’s orders. I didn’t know how I felt. This situation had fast turned my life into one big guessing game. I was already told I wasn’t pregnant; no need to be told again. And I thought I wasn’t ready for a child, so why was I so excited at the possibility that one might be growing inside me?

The urine test was quick and painless. Waiting was the hard part. By the time I had counted the cracks in the ceiling tiles—there were 72—the doctor had returned with my results. I froze, not knowing neither what I expected nor what I wanted.

“Congratulations, Miss Y/L/N, the results are in and you are unmistakably pregnant,” the doctor announced.

Oh my God. I gently pushed my hands against my stomach and somehow I knew. There was a baby there. I knew it and I could feel it. Well, it wasn’t a baby right now exactly, but soon enough it would be. I had to tell Harry. Harry, who was probably going nuts in the waiting room right about now.

“My boyfriend,” I said suddenly. “Please bring him here.”

“I’d assume he’s the curly haired fellow that’s pacing the waiting room?” the doctor asked coyly.

Oh yeah, that’s him, I thought to myself.

Moments later, Harry barreled into the room and came to stand beside me. “I’ll give you two a minute,” the doctor said softly.

By the look on Harry’s face, his anxiety was at an all-time high, so before he could ask me what the doctor said, I told him, “I’m pregnant.”

“What?” Harry asked in disbelief. “But the test last night…”

“Was wrong,” I finished. “The doctor gave me a urine test about five minutes ago and said there is no mistake that I am pregnant.” Harry’s eyes were still wide with shock and no words were leaving his lips. “Say something, Harry,” I demanded.

“I don’t know what to say. I can’t believe this. I’m just so happy.” Harry paused, then added, “You know, I didn’t know that I wanted to have a baby with you until yesterday, when I found out that I wasn’t. But now I am, and I feel like there’s nothing that I want more.”

“I feel the exact same way,” I told Harry, leaning in to kiss him.

Interrupting our kiss, the doctor entered carrying what looked like brochures and pamphlets. “I’m glad to see you two are reacting to the news well, but since you aren’t married, I do have to go through our protocol, unfortunately,” the doctor informed.

My eyes narrowed in confusion. Protocol? I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of that.

“The hospital gives options for single mothers, should the father not be around for the baby’s life. There’s adoption and a variety of other support…” the doctor trailed on but I stopped listening. I could feel Harry’s arms wrap tighter around my body at the accusation that he won’t stick around for his child. I gently squeezed his arm in reassurance.

The doctor’s cheeks reddened at our reaction. “Like I said, standard protocol, I don’t think it applies to you guys. Anyways, you are only about four weeks pregnant, which is still extremely early, so I want to see you every three weeks until four months. If there is any spotting or abdominal discomfort, please see me immediately.”

After reviewing endless pages about what to expect and the early stages, Harry and I finally headed home to a house that would soon be occupied by three.

It had been about three weeks since I officially found out I was pregnant, and my first follow up was the next day. Harry and I lay sprawled on the couch as his slender fingers drew delicate patterns on my bare stomach. We didn’t see much of a need for talking, but the few words exchanged centred around my small bump.

“I wonder if he’ll be able to sing like his daddy,” I thought aloud.

“He?” Harry questioned, eyebrows raised in amusement.

I felt my cheeks flush. “I don’t know why I said ‘he,’ just slipped out I guess. Too early to tell obvio—ow!” My sentence was interrupted by a sharp pain in my lower back. It felt like a menstrual cramp, but somehow a thousand times worse. Stay calm, I told myself. Everything is okay.

Harry immediately straightened his body and assumed the worst. “Here, let me call the doctor. Something could be really wrong,” he said as he grabbed his phone off the coffee table.

But the majority of the pain had subsided. I carefully walked around the living room, trying to gauge how my body felt.

“I’m better now,” I decided.

“I still think we should call…”

“No, I said I’m better Harry,” I replied sharply. I didn’t mean to be so abrupt. I was all about being on the safe side, but if I felt fine, I didn’t want the stress of worrying to actually do some real damage.

“I’m going to go shower now,” I told Harry, who had yet to relax. “The steam will probably help.”

Harry gave a slight nod, and watched me carefully as I went to the bathroom.

I was right. The water did feel great on my sore body. That was until I felt a pain in my side that managed to be even worse than the previous one. I held onto the shower head for support and willed myself to take deep breaths. But when I saw that the water running down the drain was red, I think I stopped breathing altogether.

“Harry!” I screamed and heard his footsteps rush into the bathroom.

What happened next was all a blur. Harry let out a scream of his own once he saw the bloody mess for himself. He turned off the water and dried my body ever so gently, especially the throbbing area between my thighs. The drive to the doctor was never ending but he was ready for us, thanks to Harry’s call. This time, the doctor delivered bad news. And just like that, we had lost our baby.

I don’t know how long I sat on the couch staring at the wall. For all I knew, it could have been weeks. The concept of time seemed foreign to me now. In the span of not even twenty-four hours, my world had shifted to something beyond myself. This life, this tiny, new life that was part me and part the man I loved entered the picture, and I knew my life changed for the better. But then a few weeks later, within minutes, it was all cruelly ripped from our hands.

I felt Harry’s presence enter the room. He was watching me, as he usually does, and I remained motionless, as I usually do. I knew he was worried about me, but I couldn’t bring myself to care enough to change my behaviour.

“I’m going to shower now,” I finally spoke, startling both myself and Harry.

“Are you sure?” Harry questioned. “Do you want my help?”

Deep down I knew that Harry didn’t mean harm, but a larger part of me took the insinuation to heart.

“Look,” I spoke through my teeth, hating the sound of my own voice, “I know I’m not capable of keeping our baby alive, but I think I can handle a shower.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed in hurt. “That’s not what I meant and you know it,” he called me out.

Wordlessly, I turned on my heels and left Harry standing there.

Turns out I couldn’t handle a shower. I had made it in, but as soon as I took a look down at the drain, what I had been trying so hard to forget came flooding back in my mind. I caved and called for Harry.

Harry’s quick arrival indicated that he had followed me to the bathroom. It was times like those when I didn’t think I deserved him. He opened the shower curtain to reveal his naked body and stepped into the water.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m here,” Harry whispered softly.

I remained silent for a moment, wanting to make sure that I truly wanted what I was about to ask for. I was too distant for too long and it was time I reminded Harry how much I loved him. Besides, I needed something to distract me from the heartache.

“Make love to me, Harry.”

“What? Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I really need you and the doctor said I’d be healed by now,” I practically begged.

Harry didn’t need any more convincing as he lifted my body on top of his. I wrapped my legs around his waist and within a few steps, my back was against the wall. For once, I let go of all thoughts and concentrated on the sensation of Harry thrusting into me, making me feel and more importantly, making me forget.

When we had climbed out of the shower, I had almost felt embarrassed for pushing myself onto Harry like that, and I could feel myself start to grow distant again. Harry could sense it to, and he immediately called me out on it.

“Y/N, it’s okay, you don’t have to feel bad or embarrassed. I’ve been missing you too, and it was nice to be connected again,” Harry said. I could tell he was treading lightly.

I only nodded in response. I wasn’t prepared for Harry’s harsh reaction in response.

He slammed his hand on the counter, making me jump. “Don’t do this, don’t you disappear on me again!” he shouted.

Disappear?

“I’ve been here the whole time Harry,” I told him dryly.

“No, fuck, no you haven’t,” Harry cried. “You’ve been in your head, maybe, but you haven’t been here, that’s for sure.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, raising my own voice. “But do you have any idea what I’ve been going through?”

“Yes, actually I do! Because I’ve been going through the same thing! Except in my case, it’s actually worse! We both lost the baby, but it seems like I’ve lost you too!” Harry was full on yelling by this point, and as the weight of his words settled on me, I knew he was right. Tears streamed down my face and Harry’s eyes immediately softened.

I wrapped myself in his arms and the moment felt more intimate than the sex we just shared.

“I’m here Harry,” I assured him. “Remember when you said that no matter what happens, that we’re together and that we’re a team? I know I haven’t been keeping that promise, but I think I’d like to start now.”

“Of course,” Harry barely whispered.

We climbed into bed and as we held each other, we both cried for the little life we lost but loved so dearly.

hands down hands up hands in the air like you just don’t care my favorite klance fandom content is when lance is just being lance, and he is ?? distressingly ????? attractive ??? when he’s not even trying—-ESPECIALLY when he’s not even trying—-and keith has a nice long drawn-out pining crisis about it because he has feelings in his heart and in his pants