Not to be dramatic but the looks Mako and Korra give each other in the series finale are and forever will be the most loving and heartfelt expressions in any fiction universe and nothing will convince me otherwise
- Yuri don’t let yourself get baited into a dance
batt- I SAID DON’T GET BAITED INTO A DANCE BATTLE! GODDAMNIT YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO
BE MEETING SPONSERS!
- Victor! Mila! Stop encouraging them! AND STOP
- Victor you’re not even drunk! STOP DANCING WITH
THE SLOPPY DRUNK
- Why is there a stripper pole in here? Why is
this allowed to get out of hand? WHERE THE HELL ARE CHRIS AND THIS DRUNK’S
- Victor! DON’T LET DRUNKS HUMP YOU IN FRONT OF
SPONSERS! NO, YOU CAN’T TAKE HIM BACK TO HIS ROOM! I DON’T CARE IF YOU THINK
YOU’RE IN LOVE HE’S DRUNK AND YOU’RE AN IDIOT! I’LL TAKE HIM BACK TO HIS ROOM
BEFORE YOU MAKE ANY MORE BAD DECISIONS.
- *sends Celestino a strongly worded email about
keeping an eye on his pupils in the future the next morning*
- Victor stop. Stop pining. You aren’t in love. No
I don’t believe in love at first sight and I certainly don’t believe in love at
first drunken humping. You’re right I’m not taking this seriously. He hasn’t
contacted you because he was DRUNK OUT OF HIS MIND! Did you see how much booze
he downed? It’s a wonder he didn’t die of alcohol poisoning. Just stfu and
- Victor no. It’s not a message. Victor no! Don’t
give up your career for an ill-advised booty call! UGH if I can’t stop you just
make sure our Yuri doesn’t find out where you went.
- WHY ARE YOU IN JAPAN TOO YURI! I COULDN’T STOP
VICTOR MAKING AN ILL-ADVISED BOOTY CALL BUT YOU ARE TOO YOUNG TO BE ATTEMPTING
THAT! YEAH SURE YOU’RE NOT THERE FOR THAT I’VE SEEN YOUR ROOM! …NO ONE HAS 30
POSTERS OF SOMEONE IN THEIR ROOM BECAUSE THEY ‘HATE THEM JUST SO MUCH’ YOU’RE
FOOLING NO ONE KID!
- OMFG did you really give him a program about the
night he got sloppy drunk and you turned into even a bigger moron? You’re going
to put me into an early grave.
- MILA! STOP POKING THE SMOL ANGRY CHILD! HIS
SCREECHING HURTS MY EARS!
- Wait, why the hell do I have to go live with my
ex-wife and the angsty teen? I don’t want to have to listen to a list of my
failures or a catalogue of all the ways Drunk Yuri is the worst especially as
it tends to devolve into ‘stupid pig, how dare he be so good looking’.
- Victor stop trying to pretend this isn’t an
elaborate booty call. This is not how coaching works.
- I have the living legend who gave it all up to
be a pretend coach in order to get with a sloppy drunk, a sadist of a female
skater who stirs up trouble on purpose, an angsty teen who can’t tell the
difference between having a crush and hating someone and an emo skater who is
far too old to be as emo as he is. Kill me now.
- Maybe I was giving Victor a disservice. His
student is actually doing quite well and maybe they are taking it seriously and
HOLY FUCK NEVERMIND JUST KISS YOUR STUDENT IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD
VICTOR YOU ASSHAT
- Yuri has calmed down and I’m just going to
ignore Victor. Yep that’ll work OMFG did you HAVE TO KISS HIS FUCKING SKATE?!?
THIS IS WHY YOU WEREN’T ALLOWED TO TAKE HIM BACK TO THE HOTEL ROOM! YOU HAVE NO
- You want me to what? Be his coach? Well…only
because I like Maccachin.
- You’re alright actually, I hereby allow you the
name Japanese Yuri instead of Drunk Yuri. You may be the only sane person I
know surprisingly. I still am going to tell you off for fucking up though.
- ….I take it all back. WTF was up with all the
- …They got engaged. Victor really is going to
marry him….I’m not even surprised at this point. Fine. Keep him Japanese Yuri.
He’s a pain in the ass anyway.
- YES! I AM A PROUD DAD/COACH! HAPPIEST I’VE BEEN
THIS WHOLE YEAR
- WTF? You’re coming back now? Idek what’s going
- Well done Yuri! I’m so proud of you for winning
- …They are doing a super romantic pairs skate
because of course they are.
- Okay so Victor is coming back to Russia to train
cool….wait what do you mean you’re still going to coach Japanese Yuri? WTF? HOW
WOULD THAT EVEN WORK? WTF NO.
Post Episode Twelve
- STOP FLIRTING IN THE RINK! WHY GOD WHY AM I
- STOP GROPING HIM VICTOR THERE ARE CHILDREN
- YURI P STOP THROWING THINGS EVERY TIME THEY FLIRT
Jin wouldn’t really know what to do. He would be pretty tired when he came home, but since you were always so horny he would sometimes try to please you. Other times, he would just want to relax, but since he would never say no to you, he’d sleepily try his best to please you. “How can you be so horny all the time? Don’t you ever get tired, baby?”
Yoongi wouldn’t mind, but sometimes he’d take advantage of it. He would tease you when you were, then not do anything to get you off. He’d just smirk and walk off like nothing happened. Other times, he would give you his all. It just depends on what kind of day he was having. “What do you mean I keep teasing you?” He’d laugh as he squeezes your butt in his hand. “I would never do such a thing~” Yoongi would growl in your ear.
Hoseok would be just as horny as you, so he wouldn’t mind. Anytime you said you were, he’d smirk and please you until you couldn’t take anymore. He’d be the person that would never get tired of hearing your moans or just tired in general. Anytime you wanted him, you got him. “Such a naughty girl~. I like it.”
Like Yoongi, he would love to tease you. He knew when you were horny and knew just how to drive you crazy. He’d start kissing your neck as if he was going to move to the rest of your body, then would just stop out of no where leaving you wanting more. When you started teasing back though, that’s when he would lose it. “I’m the one that teases you, baby. I’ll have to teach you a lesson.” Namjoon would smirk as he laid you on the bed pulling off your clothes.
He would love the idea of it, but when it came down to it, he wouldn’t know what to do. Jimin would just be confused why you were so horny all the time. He wouldn’t mind pleasing you though. He’d do it every chance he got but wouldn’t understand why it was never enough for you. “Princess, I know you want more, but why don’t we do that a bit later.” He’d suggest. “I have a surprise for later anyways.” Jimin smirked.
Tae would be kinda flustered that you wanted him all the time like you did. All the teasing you would do to him would eventually get to him and he would end up just letting out all of his sexual tensions on you, which you loved. “Is this what you wanted, babe?”
Jungkook would really love it. It would be sort of like a game to him. He would keep teasing you and trying to make you as horny as possible before you pretty much were begging for him. Once you finally had enough, he’d give you everything he had. “Are you finally satisfied? Or do you want round two?”
look I love when girls cover ‘take me to church’ and don’t change the pronouns, but can we PLEASE stop saying that it somehow 'makes’ the song gay???? The song is about institutionalized homophobia. 'Take me to church’ has ALWAYS been gay, regardless of the gender of the singer. Saying that a female singer makes it gay completely erases the fact that it was never straight in the first place.
Summary: You admittedly robbed someone of an Oscar. Lin unadmittedly was robbed of an Oscar. But you meet each other so everything turns out okay in the end.
Word Count: 1,400ish (for my first fic? yikes)
Warnings: non-existent knowledge of how the Oscars actually work, a tweet more than 140 characters, shamelessly including a dancing Matt Damon.
A/N: Hi, I’m brand new. My first fic ever. I’m nervous about posting it so any feedback would be greatly appreciated.
(Yes, I am not over the Oscars yet. In my mind, Lin won and gave an acceptance speech so beautiful I wept.) ___________________________________
You smoothed out your dress as you posed for pictures. There was no wrinkles or folds that needed smoothing - your handler and stylist had made sure of that - but your nerves made you forget what to do with your hands and apparently smoothing the fabric that was draped around your body was the best thing you could come up with. You attempted to turn towards every direction you were being yelled at from, giving them what you hoped to be good shots, but you were too busy overthinking your every move to care about how good you looked in the pictures.
“[Y/N], Center Stage wants an interview.” your handler stepped in, adjusting the bottom of your dress so you could walk without tripping before leading you further down the red carpet. You marveled at the sheer star power you found yourself surrounded by as you walked.
Hm, while I think this is a rad idea to explore in fic, etc., Sam is still getting used to being romantically interested in anyone and it will probably surprise no one to hear that Mark is not particularly good at sharing. And if Chloe was interested in Sam romantically, she would have said something by this point. The girl is not quiet about it when she falls for someone.
For as far back as human history goes, soulmates have been destined. Two — or more — people, woven together in a tapestry of love, drawn towards each other by the same need that pulls the ocean to the shore, or as strong as how the stars need darkness in order to shine.
Some would say that, like words being written to be read, what was the point of being in love if it was not with your soulmate? What was the point of existing if you had not met your soulmate?
How do you know you’ve met your soulmate? you demanded of your mother one evening as she tucked you into bed, her stories of love and fated lovers meant to send you off to sleep. Instead, they simply heightened your endless curiosity on the subject.
“The flowers,” your mother replied simply, shrugging her shoulders and giving no other explanation.
You did not find out anymore until you were seven, too young and distracted to notice the thin, nobbling vines bearing white flowers when they first appeared at the tip of your index finger, crawling and twisting down the length of it.
When you finally did notice, you rushed to your mother in confusion, demanding an explanation for the sudden, tattoo-like picture that had appeared on your skin, seemingly out of nowhere.
Without telling you much other than to slow down, your mother sat you at her feet, pulling your hand up close to her face for inspection. She traced the flowers with her finger, all the way up to where they stopped, just below the curve of your wrist.
“Do you know what these mean, Y/N?” asked your mother. You shook your head, a frown creasing your forehead. “These are the marks of your soulmate. I’ve told you about soulmates before, haven’t I?”
At that, you nodded. Stories of soulmates, of long-awaited love and fated lovers, had been your favourite ones to hear of. Sometimes, your mother would pull back her sleeve and show you her arms, how her flowers — red in colour, a bright contrast to your white ones — extended until they covered her entire arm. (“I met your father a little late,” she would admit with a chuckle.)
“The flowers will only stop growing once your soulmate has touched them,” your mother told you.