land master

yuuri tells us in the early episodes that while he tends to flub his jumps he’s capable of closing the gap with his program component scores. he tells us that he’s known for his spins and step sequences. this means that he doesn’t just have consistent level 4s on those technical elements he’s pretty much the best in the field. his pure skating skills are crazy, like think jason brown for a pre-series yuuri, his technical skills are absolutely on point.

and we have to question what he tells us about his jumps, too. yuuri’s favorite jump is the triple axel. axels. are. hard. it’s his favorite jump and commentators know it’s his favorite jump, which means this is… a generally consistent very good jump. axels are hard!!! he has the quad toe loop and can land the quad sal in practice, and in the span of just a few months yuuri is not only making the salchow consistent but he then adds the flip, the second hardest quad to land, and seems to master it in a month.

yeah that’s not someone who’s not technically skilled.

The Return Of The Shannara Chronicles: Here’s What’s Going To Happen In Season 2

Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water to The Four Lands…

MTV has started production on the long-awaited second season of The Shannara Chronicles, the network announced today, even revealing some majestic plotlines in the process. So what’s going on now that the dreaded Dagda Mor was defeated and the Ellcrys saved in the Season 1 finale? A whole lotta havoc.

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anonymous asked:

A prompt? Shy Trini having feelings for Kim and Zack being the wingman

Thanks for the prompt!

Zack says he’s crazy - and he is - but Trini also says she’s crazy, but he can see that she isn’t. Trini is serious, more guarded than most of them, so he sees the way she tends to hide behind the mask of taking risks - of living on the edge - because if he’s being serious, he’s been there too. He likes Trini, likes how kind and strong she is at the same time, but he sees the shyness that lies underneath, and he guesses that’s why he’s seen her look at Kimberly with wounded puppy eyes. He may be crazy, but he wasn’t blind.

It’s why he takes it upon himself to help her. He thinks it’s a bad idea, something would surely come bite him in the ass later, but Trini was his friend, and he was determined to help her. He squares his shoulders as he makes his way over to where the yellow ranger sat on the steps.

“I think you need my help.” Zack says, his face catching his usual cockiness as he watches her open her eyes to look at him. He’s met with confusion and something a kin to indifference. It makes him clear his throats and stand just a little taller.

“With what?” Trini asks, her brows furrowing further.

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“Could [Sauron’s] power be defied by Bombadil alone? I think not. I think that in the end, if all else is conquered, Bombadil will fall, Last as he was First; and then Night will come.” - The Fellowship of the Ring

Exaggerated a little in context, think about what a magnificent image this would be! 

Imagine the Last Battle, the Dagor Dagorath; armies lie strewn across the plains of Valinor, smoking and blackened and ruined. Melkor hurls the Sun and Moon from the sky, and into cataclysm they fall, and all that is good in Arda withers, and falls into ruin with them. And before all the ravening hordes of Mordor and Angband and Utumno combined stands only Tom Bombadil, Iarwain Ben-Adar, oldest and fatherless, with his yellow boots and blue coat and a twinkle in his eye. And with a “Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!”, watch him slay, until surely too his end must come, and Night devours the world.

Sign me up for the apocalypse movie of the century!

Samsara [Part II]

General Disclaimer

Sakura might have quelled at least some of Sasuke’s fears, but she isn’t as confident as she pretends. The idea that the fetus inside her is connected to as dark and tragic a past as Indra Ōtsutsuki is worrisome, but at the same time…

She has to admit she’s curious.

That doesn’t stop her being relieved when the dreams inexplicably stop bringing her to the strange beach. Her nightly visions become vague again, bursts of colour and emotion, occasionally faces that are familiar to her but inconsequential. She still experiences the frustrating moments of abuse, attacks from a faceless father and sister; these encounters paralyse her as she sleeps, and leave her irritated upon waking. But overall, there is such a vague and hurried quality to these that she suspects she is experiencing time passing.

This pattern continues long enough that it’s almost a shock when she falls asleep one night and finds herself once more in a completely lucid, detailed dream.

She is sitting uncomfortably at a table in a richly decorated room, and the dim memories Sakura can access suggest that her attendance here is rare, perhaps even only occasionally required. Sitting across from her are two people whose presence not only disheartens her – the small, curious part of her had been hoping to meet Indra again – but also fills her with overwhelming wariness.

“There’s talk among the court of a newcomer,” Father says as the servants place their meals before them. “A man of great talent, said to be the son of a wise sage from the East. They say he can call lightning from the sky and breathe fire like the dragons of old.”

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Peasant, Don’t Forget your Brothers, the Prisoners of Capital, 1920′s-1930′s ☭

(left text, red)

For us the days of slavery have passed. We overcame. We came to light. In our Republic of Soviets land doesn’t belong to the masters.
Now, we are forging the happiness of our new life as we wish, We are giving our persistent labor to our working fatherland. We initiated the battle with illiteracy. In our country the old song fell silent– we have no land for masters in the Republic of Soviets.

(right text, black)

But you, peasant, don’t forget that in faraway foreign countries
The way of our brothers is hard: they are still in the claws of tyrants. In those countries the land belongs to the masters. The peasants provide for the lives of others. In these places, their lives and their houses belong to landlords and to the bourgeoisie. They are fighting in their villages for Soviet power. With the help of MOPR (International Red Aid), we shall send them our aid and our regards.

The sky was ripped open in a multitude of colors and a giant serpentine-shaped mech fell out of the colorful vortex and towards the ground below.

The Time Twins had Wu cornered, but the sudden free fall caused them to loose their balance and they slid to the far wall. With a hope for escape, Master Wu hopped over broken consoles and shredded metal loose in the bridge of the Iron Doom and catapulted himself out of the opening.

Using Airjitzu, the Master soared above the landscape for a few seconds before landing painfully on the ground, his staff rolling a few feet away from him. Dirt rose into a cloud from where he collided with the ground. He turned around and watched as the Iron Doom slammed into a hill and shattered into pieces. With a sigh of relief, he looked around.

He had landed on a dirt road in a hilly part of Ninjago, next to a glistening lake. There were no signs of anyone around, or what year he could be in. He reached for his staff, but flinched when suddenly a person robed in a dull red ninja master gi landed in front of him and snatched up the staff. With an expert trick of his hands, the ninja twirled the stick around and pointed it at the Master. Wu raised his hand to protect himself, but looked up to see none other than-

“Master Wu?”

The red ninja dropped the staff and stuttered backwards a few steps. “But…that’s…it’s been…”

“It is good to see you made it back to the proper time, Kai.” Master Wu said as he slowly stood and took is staff. “But how long has it been since the incident with the Time Twins?”

Kai was about to answer, but then more ninjas seemed to drop from the sky, wearing similar dull ninja master robes. There was a collective gasp as the team recognized Wu and Wu recognized the team.

“I can’t believe it! It’s Master Wu! After all these years!” Jay spoke up, his voice deeper than Wu remembered it to be.

The green ninja master, wearing full master robes, stepped forward.
“Uncle Wu…I can’t believe…it’s been so long-”

Wu looked around at the Ninja, but couldn’t tell their age because their hoods were all still up. “Please, tell me how long it has been.”

The ninja pauses and exchanged glances with each other before slowly removing their hoods.

Light wrinkles decorated their faces. Cole still had his green scar, but it was barely visible under his cropped beard. Kai’s hair was graying on the sides, and Nya’s hair was grown to her shoulders. Zane looked the same, he might had updated some of his facial features, and Jay sported his mustache. Lloyd removed his hood, revealing his white hair and sunken cheeks.

“Master Wu,” older Lloyd said quietly, “We waited so long for you to show up. After many years, we finally declared that you had died in the temporal zone.”

“How long have I been gone?” Master Wu asked.

Kai glanced at his sister. “Master, we have been waiting for your return for 40 years.”

Upon seeing the Oscar nominations this morning, I’m incredibly excited to watch the ceremony! I saw La La Land this weekend and that was one of the best movies I’ve ever seen in my life!! (haven’t seen Hidden Figures yet. going to fix that this weekend. I mean, Octavia Spencer? ‘nuff said)

Damien Chazelle’s movie musical is up for best picture, director, actor, actress, original screenplay, cinematography, costume design, film editing, original score, original song (twice, for both City of Stars and Audition), production design, sound editing and sound mixing. (x)

parrotiny  asked:

ever notice how keith is always ready to cradle? he walks up to lance to expertly cradle him in his willing arms and provide comfort, he readily caught that arusian cuddler with the deep voice, and then he gave in and cradled him too even though he said he himself is not a cuddler, and then allura, providing a safe place to fall into, arms strong and steady, she had a good landing! keith has mastered this art, he is able to cradle anyone and anything perfectly, amazing, just wanted to share

its perfectly amazing, thank u for the sharing. keith is the best affection giver, he hates to admit that he loves touch but he loves touch. need a hug? keiths ur guy.

Greed and Hope

Prompt: “I can’t believe you did that!” with Thorin Oakenshield.

Part 1 - Part 2 (to come)


It had been long since you looked upon the great halls of Erebor. Having only been a young dwarrow when you left, you could hardly remember it being this magnificent. If only the King was as magnificent as his surroundings.

You had gotten to know Thorin weeks before he set out on his quest to reclaim Erebor, and had immediately decided that he would not leave you to worry over him. Instead, you would go with him. That, of course, had led to a great deal of protest within the company itself. They were right to doubt you, for you had had little experience with war before this quest, but you turned out to be a surprisingly quick learner - picking up skills to help you left and, or right. Now, a little under a year later, you stood filled with pride as you gazed upon the halls of home. In your right hand, you held one of the elvish daggers you had picked up in the troll caves during the begin of your journey. In your left, you held the Arkenstone.

“Bilbo,” you murmured softly as you gazed with fond eyes at the Hobbit in front of you. Throughout the journey, you two had gotten closer than any would have expected, and you saw him as your unofficial brother. “You must understand why (y/n),” Bilbo started, face paling when he noted your disbelief at the situation. “I do,” you answered gently, handing him back the King’s gem. “But you cannot leave yet,” you pointed out, nodding to an anxious Thorin that stormed into the room. Your heart filled with dread at the unrecognizable look on his face. Quickly, Bilbo slipped the Arkenstone back into the pocket it had come from. “Use the cover of nightfall,” you whispered as you sidestepped around the Hobbit, cautiously making your way to the King. You were the only one who still approached the stubborn dwarf out of free will, the others would not dare go near him unless they were left with no other choice. You could hardly blame them, after all, they were watching him succumb to an illness without a cure.

“My King,” you spoke softly as you approached him, dipping your head to show your respect, even though it was slowly dwindling. “What? What is it you need more than I need the Arkenstone? For every second we speak, we are not looking,” Thorin said harshly. Your hand clenched around the dagger, and you quickly slid it back in its sheath before you responded to Thorin. “I merely came to ask how you were faring, my King,” you spoke softly. Mentally, you also added that you were giving the Hobbit time to move it so he would not be confronted by Thorin. Thorin’s gaze did not soften, as it had done so on your journey to Erebor whenever you inquired about his health, instead it hardened. “How do you think I fare, daft girl, with Elves at my door and my gem not in my hands?!” and with those words said, Thorin dissapeared deeper into the mountain, his royal cloak bellowing behind him.

Evening fell quickly, and you joined the quiet company at the dinner table. No one spoke a word throughout dinner, but every once in a while someone would cast an anxious glance in Thorin’s direction, as if they hoped they were somehow stuck in a dream. As if they hoped, that if they blinked really fast, their Thorin would return. Lost in your thoughts, your head jerked up at the sound of wood scratching over stone. Bilbo had impatiently pushed his chair back and now stood abruptly, the eyes of the members of the company focused on him alone. “I do not feel well,” he said softly, and then added “I hope I may retire for the night, Thorin?” All eyes flitted between King and Burglar, and then, the King nodded once and the Burglar took his leave. With Bilbo gone, the company returned their attention to the dinner, and the tense atmosphere returned even thicker than before.

After dinner, you made your way up the walkway above the newly-sealed gates of Erebor. There, you found Balin gazing out over the vast land below. “Evening, master Balin,” you spoke as you stepped in place next to him. “Evening lass,” he answered, eyes quickly flitting to the rope the halfling had left. “No need to worry,” you assured him, “I know where he went, and with what he left.” Balin turned to you with a surprised look. “But, you are so loyal to Tho-” you interrupted him with a laugh “to a fault even, and it is for that reason that I let Bilbo leave.” Balin nodded, seemingly having understood what you meant. “Will he return?” you frowned, and then nodded “he will, and it will not be safe for him.” Balin turned and walked back to the set of stairs, “we best be ready then, for anything.” As he made to walk down the stairs you turned your head to look at him, “Balin, did Thorin ever find his One?” Balin nearly fell down the first step when he heard your question, “lass…” A soft look overtook your face, “no need to be careful with your words, I just need to know…I need to know if I should hold hope or not.” Balin smiled gently, “not that I know of lass, not that I know of” and then he walked down the stairs, muttering something in Kuhzdul about young love. Your eyes took in the plain before you, and in the distance you swore you saw Bilbo slipping into the city ahead. “Make haste, Bilbo, make haste,” you muttered softly as you turned around and went back down the steps.

Morning was an unwelcome visitor most of the days you had spent in the mountain, leading only to tiring hours on a search for something already lost. Today was different. But not in a good way. It was Fili that came for you in the early hours, nearly dragging you out of your bed and straight up to the walkway. Only for you to kick him out and quickly change before following him, weapons strapped carefully at your side. It was only when you reached the top of the walkway that you realized the gravity of the situation. Outside of the gates of Erebor, a large number of Elves had gathered, all dressed for war. And from the ranks of the soldiers, a man and an elf rode forward. Your eyes quickly went to Bilbo, between the two twins, and took your stand next to him. Leaning down you gently tapped his shoulder, “(y/n)?” you hushed him, “get yourself ready to run, Bilbo, for he will not be happy.” Bilbo swallowed nervously and then nodded, hands balling into fists at his sides. And then, the elven king and the leader of man were upon the gates. At first, all seemed to be well, until Thorin drew an arrow and fired it before the hooves of their steeds. In return, all the Elves in the vicinity drew their own arrows, and you anxiously ducked behind the banister. “Thorin, lower your bow” you hissed at the dwarven king. He narrowed his eyes at you, and you quickly decided to not speak. And then, the shock of what the bowman was holding hit him. He roared, utterly furious. And then as if the storm had met strong winds, and was blown away. He laughed, “it is a trick! The real stone is within this mountain!” And before you could stop Bilbo, all hell broke loose.

Your hands dug into Thorin’s shoulders as he made a grab for the Hobbit, who had just admitted to giving the Arkenstone away. As if you had started an avalanche, the dwarven king whirled around in disgust and struck you across the face. Tears gathered in your eyes at the painful sting, and Dwalin yanked you back to stand between him and his brother, eyes wide and disbelief on his lips. And he was not the only one who voiced his disbelief, all of them did. But Thorin heard none of it as he grabbed Bilbo and pushed him so that he was hanging on the side of the balustrade, feet dangling off the floor. And then Kili and Fili spoke in unison, I can’t believe you did that! Striking your One as if it was a lowly Goblin!” Silence fell among the company, and Gandalf shouted at Thorin to let Bilbo go. And before you knew it, you were being ushered to the rope Bilbo had left on the floor last night. And then, over the wall.