last one and i mean it this time

"Being Fuckable Does Not Mean Being Date-able." [Dylan O’brien] Pt. 1

THANK YOU FOR 1k FOLLOWERS GUYS!!!! This is probably the last request I’ll ever do. And it’s from a long time ago. Sorry. Requests kind of give me writers block because of the certain plot that has to go with it so forgive me if I never got to yours, but enjoy this last one because after this I will just write what comes to mind! MY BOX IS STILL OPEN FOR COMMENTS OR QUESTIONS THOUGH!!! 


anon: Heyyy buddy I think you writing is amazing could you do one where the reader is drunk and at a party Dylan had to take her home and she accidentally tells him that she likes him then the morning after he confronts her about it.

My eyes were very focused on my ipad settled below my chin. Laying on my stomach, I felt my shoulders begin to cramp. I grabbed my ipad and laid my back on the pillows trying to desperately finish the story before I start to get ready for my plans later. I had a guilty pleasure, it was reading dirty stories, Dylan somehow never teased me about it, but from time to time he did laugh a little. 

“Are you reading smut again?” Dylan’s voice rang through my ears. I forgot he was beside me now curiously looking over to see what I was doing. 

“Yes and?” He put his hands up in defense as his eyebrows worked their way closer to each other.

“Nothing Rachel Green.”

“Shut up Joey.” I said responding to his ‘Friends’ reference, the episode where Joey found out Rachel was reading a dirty book. My eyes scanned the paragraphs as I was trying to get back to where I was, “How come you read smut when you literally can get sex whenever you can, “

My attention was very much now on him already knowing what was coming. His eyes wandered and paused directly at my lips. It’s like he realized his stare was starting to affect me that he tilted his eyes back to mine.

“Uh, what I mean is that I’ve seen you do it.” He explained in order for me to not interpret it wrong.

Was he serious? Well because Dylan, you are my best friend, and when I read these books I picture you in them with me but I know fucking your best friend would be weird for you. 

That’s what I should of said, but instead the words jumbled up into,

 “Because it’s entertaining to see the climax and story of the couple right before they fuck, and even staying for the resolution after.” I stated, not even bothering to look at him any longer with the intent of wanting to jump every bone of his body as I kept reading further.

I could see his hands intertwining together as both of them were playing around with each other between his legs. His eyes kept directing at me as if waiting for me to answer sincerely.

“Okay because I have needs Dylan! Did you really want me to say that I get horny a lot?” I rolled my eyes as his smile plastered pure satisfaction after I fezzed up.

“But horny of what? Just go have sex? There’s something you’re not telling me here.” He paused.

 “Better yet,  just fuck me.” he shrugged. He always flirted as a joke so casually  and it irritated the hell out of me. 

For us, saying, ‘fuck me’ is a regular one on one jokingly flirting with each other thing. We always joke sexually but lately it was becoming hard for me to just act like I didn’t want him to pound into me. I had it bad for my ‘best friend’. 

These love stories with smut in them focused on two things I wanted most, Dylan’s affection and his- well, dick. I didn’t want to be just friends anymore, I wanted something real with him. I read the cliche wattpad books with the plot of best friends falling for each other, pathetic in my situation, believe me, I know.

“No.” I rolled my eyes for the second time hinting at him to stop and wasn’t in the mood for casual jokes.

“You wouldn’t fuck me?” His hand went over his chest pretending to be insulted. I was getting really sick of this, I was ready to snap. He wanted to play? Alright Let’s play.

I pressed the button on the corner of my ipad for it to rest, I could feel stare behind me as he watched me place it on the night stand. All the attention was on him now,

“You know, what? I wouldn’t mind doing something right now. And since you keep interrupting me..” His curious eyes followed my actions.

“Let’s have sex.” I could of sworn that if he had water right now he would spit it right out. His eyes were left in shock to what I had just mentioned which caused me to smirk. I never responded to his jokes, I usually just laughed or rolled my eyes, but it was annoying me now. He needed to learn a lesson.

 After several rapid blinks he managed to let out a stutter, “I- do you like me?” A huge smile on his face suddenly appeared, His hand started to caress my cheek. Did he think I was joking?

His question caught me by surprise so I stepped back a little. I was terribly afraid of his rejection. If he didn’t feel the same way, everything would be ruined. 

“What? No!” I laughed it off, “Dylan, I said I would fuck you, because let’s admit it, you are hot. But an emotional attachment? Hell no. You’re my best friend?” That is not what I wanted to say at all, but I did not want to be humiliated. His face dropped and went back to a careless expression, his eyes turned darker and they broke contact with mine as his hand extracted from my face.

“Being fuck-able does not mean being date-able.” I leaned forward as I made my way across him. My legs were now snaking around his waist as he was sitting down gasping at my every movement as I sat down on him quickly.

 “What’s wrong? Tired of all the sexual jokes?” My lips whispered into to his ear. “Cause I am.” I said lower, “You should put them to the test.” Just as I was about to lean a tad bit close to his lips, his hands grabbed my chin and stopped me.

“Can you just drop it? I get it, I got a taste of my own medicine.” He grabbed my arms in a careful way but shoved me softly off him. He was heading out of my door, as he turned around not even looking at me, suddenly he had such interest in his phone. It’s what he does when he’s mad or annoyed. He avoids eye contact with me and goes on his phone/

“Don’t forget we planned a night out today, I’ll come by at eight.”

And with that he rushed out of my house leaving me utter shock. What was with the sudden attitude? His cold answers really started to made me wonder if I made him uncomfortable with my reaction. He has rejected to fuck me? Of course I wasn’t going though with it but he left before I finished.

It stung so bad. As if I wasn’t good enough to have sex with? My ego was getting to me but I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed of this whole situation. He thought he got a taste of his own medicine? He hasn’t seen the half of it. He wasn’t getting away with embarrassing me that easy.

**

Four hours later passed and It was almost eight. I made sure to look extra tonight, cause I was an extra bitch. The knocks on the door soon startled me. He came twenty minutes later than he said but I was okay with it.

 He was moody again. He stood a few more seconds at the door, “are we leaving?” still typing on his phone.

“Yes, i just need to get my purse and put on lipstick. Are you just gonna stand there and wait?” His eyes shot up and once he got a hold of the sight, he stared up and down at me. I was wearing a short black tight dress as my black heels complimented it. My hair was straightened, and I hardly straighten it. I go more for the curls usually. My make up was the same yet I added wing eyeliner.

He gasped for about ten seconds as he moved his hand up on down his lip. “Why are you wearing that?” He quickly rushed to my couch as he grabbed a cushion and somehow put it on his lap. He was fidgeting a bit, a normal person wouldn’t notice but I just paid too much attention.

“I’m going to try to get fucked tonight, you’re right. I shouldn’t be reading things about it I should just go get the real thing.” I replied coldly.

“You know I was kidding about that. Read all the porn you want.” He winked playfully.

“Cute.” I laughed mockingly. His expression turned cold again as he rolled his eyes. “Fine. Um I’m going to wait in the car.” 

“Kay.” This time I didn’t bother to look back as he left to his car. His annoying mood swings were getting on my nerves.

When we got to the club, Dylan’s grip was hesitant, as if he didn’t want to let me go and enjoy myself. “Let’s go dance!” His eyes landed on my dress again, “ Yeah let’s not. Let’s go get a drink or two first.” His grip was still on my waist.

I could see his protective side coming out, and it was irritating to say the least. “Fine.” I fake smiled to show him I was annoyed. 

Six shots later, it was finally kicking in. I was already heading to the dance floor, I could tell Dylan was watching from a far. His eyes rolled so far back every time he saw me interact with a guy, it was ridiculous.

It didn’t take long before he saw I was a little too drunk that I couldn’t keep up with my feet. “Alright, we should go now.”  He gently intertwined my arm with his as he took us to the exit. 

“Dylan! I was about to get some tonight, now they’re going to think you’re like my boyfriend and not want to talk to me!”

“Good.” He lead us towards his car. “How much did you drink?” I asked as we both got inside.

“I drank other beverages, I’m the designated driver remember.” He said harshly. I didn’t say one word to him the whole ride home, but I could tell we were going to his since it was closer. He was being so rude that every time he spoke, my heart ached a bit more.

The silence wasn’t awkward, he knew when something was bugging me so he just doesn’t add to it.

When the car stopped at my house, I was afraid of facing him to say bye or anything because there was a tear that escaped my eye and I swiped it quickly off. if I said anything he would still notice because of my shaky voice.

“Y/N.” His voice said from a distance but I blocked it out as I kept looking down at my shoes.

“Hey Y/N. Are you crying?” Dylan scooted closer as he cupped my cheeks. 

“You’ve been so distant this whole day after I made a move on you. I mean I get it, we’re best friends and you’d never go for more than that. You’d never love me the way I love you, but the fact that you don’t see me as a desirable person? It’s worse than punching me in the face.”

 I felt my sadness overcome me as my sleepiness mixed with it. My eyes started to close as my tears still kept streaming out.

“And it hurts Dylan.” I managed to say in my sad, sleepy voice. “It hurts so much because I want to be your everything, and seeing you that disgusted of me just teared me.” And sleep soon consumed my brain I was out with my as the water droplets from my eyes barely started to dry. Guess crying yourself to sleep is a real thing?

Dylan however was very much awake. He was speechless, and he was positive I wasn’t going to remember a thing in the morning.

The confronting will be in the second part!

anonymous asked:

i mean, considering how much u know abt their clothes, how would u define their style? individual or not

hmmm this one is a bit difficult to answer since their styles have been changing so much in the last couple months

suga : simple but at the same time well put together, chic i guess? he doesnt wear a lot of patterns he seems to prefer solid color. he’s not afraid to experiment though. when he does wear patterns (a shirt for example) he makes sure to leave everything else simple, that way is not overwhelming. when you look at him you can tell the outfit is coordinated from head to toe.

taehyung: he has too sides, the really classy side with his dress and pattern shirts paired with slacks, and then there’s his more comfortable side, sweatpants, wide leg pants, hoodies, etc

jungkook : he has said before that he’s not that interested in fashion. from what ive seen  he prefers more comfortable clothes, he accessorizes it well though so its never boring.

jhope: he’s more on the hip hop side(?) but at the same time chic and stylish i guess you could say. he’s not afraid to experiment and always manages to look comfortable in what he’s wearing.

jimin : this one is reallyyyyyyyy difficult to name in one word. his style is always changing imo recently has been trying the shirt and slacks look taehyung has going on.  he loves stripes and like suga you usually see him in plain colors instead of patterns. at the same time he also has that hip hop style jhope has, but less (?) like i said its really difficult to describe.

jin: boy next door, college boy around campus that everyone has a crush on. simple yet well accessorized. can make a simple sweater and jeans outfit look good. i dont think he’s into any crazy colors, he’s more into muted tones.

rap monster: ive said this for some of the members but THIS BOY IS NOT AFRAID TO EXPERIMENT AT ALL.  he likes all-black looks (think rick owens, yohji yamamoto) , he likes patterns, he likes weird designs, he also likes colors etc…

ps: this is just my opinion, im in no way an expert in fashion.

khaleesi-at-the-disco  asked:

Hi, senpai! ♡ Uhm, I really like your blog. You inspire me so much... Today we were in class talking about what do we want to do in life, and I said I wanted to be a writer. Some of my classmates proceeded to tell me that I would end up dying not being able to afford a house or even buy food. But when things like that happens, just checking your funny posts or your writing tips makes me regain confidence. Thank you so much~☆ PD: English isn't my first language, sorry if I made a mistake.

I mean… I’m a writer that speaks one language and I still don’t get it right 75% of the time–you don’t have to apologize at all. Especially concerning such a sweet and thoughtful message! Just glad I could help :)

Oh and one last thing–tell your classmates to stick it where the sun don’t shine

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04 of 05 - Modern Compendium: Chaos - A Waste of Desert Sand - Kishin Nayenezgani

Way back in July 2015 when I posted Liberty, I mentioned that although she is a powerful figure of belief in modern life and a prominent Kishin, she wasn’t the most powerful member of her family. Well, at long last it is time to reveal the true leader of the Kishin family – Nayenezgani.

A seminal figure in Navajo mythology, Nayenezgani is a slayer of demons and defender of all humankind – his name literally means “Slayer of Alien Gods.” He and Tobadzistsini, who in some tellings is Nayenezgani’s brother, are gods of war as well as light and darkness, but their most prominent roles are as mythical heroes whose journeys bring them into conflict with demons, monsters, and fiends. Together they act as guardians of humanity against destructive forces of all kinds.

Although not at all well known to pop culture, Nayenezgani plays an important role in the story of the Modern Compendium. In a role similar to Commander Gore of Strange Journey or Kinap in Soul Hackers, Nayenezgani serves as a guide and ally to the player for most of the game, up until the point at which they choose an alignment. As a defender of humanity against alien gods, Nayenezgani would in fact be a penultimate boss fight on both the Chaos and Law routes, while joining the player as a party member in the Neutral route.

As the leader of an already powerful family and a major plot character and boss fight, Nayenezgani is a terrifyingly strong demon. Its resistances and movepool are amongst the best in the game, and yet its level is low enough to allow for flexibility in fusion and growth. Nayenezgani is a figure that fits the tone of Shin Megami Tensei shockingly well, and I’d love to see more Native American mythology featured in the series, so think of this as my contribution. ^^

For more info on this and every other demon in the Modern Compendium, have a look at our extensive and nearly complete Data File, right over (here).

so my tax refund came in and I am using a lot of it to catch up on Big-Ticket Items I Couldn’t Afford To Buy Or Replace For Years (on Monday I buy new glasses frames to replace the two-year-old ones now missing a stem and also a six month supply of contacts! gonna get a real haircut for the first time in two years! maybe a piercing!)

(last year I was supposed to replace my laptop and phone with my tax refund and have some left over for savings but then I got fired right before I filed my taxes and had to use all of my tax refund on rent and groceries while job hunting!!! so this year is extra giddy-making because I actually get to splurge on things

anyway what this also means is I’ve been planning for months to buy a new pair of Doc Martens when the government cash came in because I got mine secondhand three years ago and they no longer have tread and the sole is about half the height it once was and they are honestly a bit sad looking and have always had BRASS EYELETS which has BOTHERED ME FROM AN AESTHETIC PERSPECTIVE FOR THREE YEARS, but also, Docs are the shoes of my heart and I wear them with everything all the time

(I now have three pairs of Docs, the other two being a knee-high pair that was the best birthday gift from my parents ever and a black-damask-on-white pair my mother found for fourteen dollars at a thrift store in Kentucky; if I am not wearing Docs it is probably because it is a Formal Occasion and then I am wearing high-heeled granny boots or, even more vanishingly rare, Actual Adult Heels (my actual adult heels are almost-black beetle green platform designer shoes half a size too large I got for two dollars at my old workplace) and like maybe one day I will find the multi-strap pointed black witchy flats of my dreams)

ANYWAY ANYWAY I JUST ORDERED NEW DOCS AND I AM VERY EXCITED

I also ordered this because like, own your cliches, kid

havent been able to watch maid dragon until right now but look!!!!!!!!!!!! tohru’s wearing the scarf!!!!!!!!!!! i didnt see last time but the scarf has the dragon on it that looks like tohru which probably means kobayashi made it or got a custom made one

Tag 10 people you want to know better

Tagged by @sleapygazelle thank you!! :’D

Name: Charlie

Nickname: the best one is “Cholderton.” my friend’s autocorrect is wild

Favorite color: cobalt blue atm…. i used to have iconic™ signature headphones in this color but they broke and the company stopped making them i still cry every day

Last song I listened to: Godfather Waltz ahahaa

Favorite T.V. show: ahhhh this is such a hard one. my go-to answer is Dollhouse, which has been close to my heart since the age of 12. meaning it’s probably ultra Problématique by my current standards but.. idc

First Fandom: hmm i guess that depends on how u define fandom but probably d.gray-man!

Books currently reading: Fingersmith by Sarah Waters (it’s gay). Also lowkey rereading the warriors series for the first time in so many years…….lesli u have been right about me a ll along……… YIFFS SADLY

Worst thing eaten: wow i tend to only remember really good food (in extreme detail). but the weirdest thing i’ve eaten is probably chicken feet. tbh it was mostly just underwhelming

Favorite place: i like standing near train tracks at sunset i know this is really pretentious shut up

Bonus: i’ve been saving money for two years and this summer i’m going to tokyo for a year to do a language course and i still can’t believe it and it’s gonna be amazing

Tagging: @daretoweeb @wittyy-name @majinneda @everything-shall-be-blue @canicallyoumaddie-blog @ketchuppackets @trickytrickster27 @konekat @nostalme and ofc @kattkvitter my only ho 

no pressure at all u guys!! i know not everyone thinks these are fun. 

((( i’ve tried to tag some pals and some people that i see in my notifs a lot sdljgdsg lmk if this makes u uncomfortable,, but i appreciate ur presence on my dumb blog <3 if u feel like i should have noticed u by now but didnt then it’s ALL MY FAULT HIT ME THE fUCK UP and lets be pals omfg i will probably love u )))

In which I rant at length (and at times angrily) about the 1994 BBC adaptation of Middlemarch. With literally all of the spoilers. Friends, I am not kidding, this post literally has quotes from the last pages of the book, do not read this if you don’t want to know how Middlemarch ends. Seriously.


Okay. This miniseries pissed. me. off.

I mean. Okay, part of it was hype. I hyped this thing up so much because Middlemarch is legit one of my favorite books (and probably the best book I’ve ever read), and I was so hungry for an adaptation to do it justice. And I knew it’d be hard, I knew it forever ago, because Middlemarch is one of those Big novels with all sorts of threads that interlock according to a very particular mechanism. I had a gut feeling that it would just be hard to adapt.

I was right.

As I was watching “Middlemarch”, a thought kept coming back to me. Middlemarch works as a single novel, because novels enable you to see into the character’s heart and mind in a unique way. Any straight adaptation would instantly lose a lot by attempting to recreate the multiple threads, because they would thin out the story. They’d interfere with the natural progression of each plot point, by instantly forcing the filmed version to cut to an unrelated story. I started thinking that there’s simply no way to properly adapt Middlemarch to the screen with all three stories told alongside each other, and instead began to imagine a series of three films that have overlaps in very specific points (but always from different angles).

Part of this, of course, is a personal preference within the narrative. Middlemarch focuses more-or-less on three main stories: Dorothea Brooke, Tertius Lydgate, and Fred Vincy/the Garths (with Fred’s story moderately less centered). The overall plot is one of a changing culture, a changing Middlemarch, a changing England, but this is reflected also in the internal affairs of each character. And so I’m going to set aside the wonderful politics for a moment, and focus on the personal relationships. Mostly the shipping, to be honest.

Because seriously does the BBC’s “Middlemarch” get it wrong

And now I rant extensively with lots of long and amazing quotes from Middlemarch under the cut. You have been warned.

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Gonna post the part tonight. Like, late tonight. As in, after CR tonight, so around three in the morning? Four?

Sorry, I haven’t got it done because I’m been a bit busy in my life. BUT my neighbor is back and I no longer have to take care of her dog! Sweet! That took up a lot of time.

This will be the last numbered part, and then there will be an epilogue, then Inhumans is over. I’ll probably revisit it, though, be it in one shots or drabbles or whatever.

Thank you all so much for the love and support! You have no idea how much that means to me! <3

I’m not sure how, but Andromeda is getting more buggy the more I play it…

Anyone else on PC experience a super fucking annoying bug where sometimes it skips your ability to select a dialogue choice?  Been a bunch of times when the dialogue options are supposed to show up, but they’re there for half a second and then the game just fucking picks one for me or something because then my Ryder continues on as if I had made a choice, even when I didn’t click anything.  I mean at least the times it’s happened so far aren’t in super-important dialogue moments, but seriously what the fuck and how am I supposed to stop that from happening??

Multiplayer was also the buggiest I’ve ever seen so far last night. Constantly getting disconnected (not my internet), getting this weird bug where my MP character doesn’t show up in the team line-up and I can’t ready-up, and then later I do see my character and readying up still doesn’t do anything.  Not to mention random crashes to desktop and losing my MP progress (this shit always seems to happen when I’ve gotten to wave 5 or 6)… why can’t it let me attempt to rejoin the game I was in…

And of course still a bunch of rubber-banding lag in matches… not sure if it’s the MP itself for that, or if it’s the host’s potato internet.  My internet’s at 100 Mbps so there’s no way it’s that. 

All in all, these bugs combined are annoying the shit out of me.

princess-unipeg  asked:

I gotta wonder how well Linda Belcher can handle "Empty Nest syndrome" if and when the Belcher kids can move out. She might be ecstatic the kids can't afford to leave home. She needs to get some therapy and so should Bob. Linda needs to know that just because the kids want to expand their wings and fly doesn't mean they will love her any less. She could get a pet like one of those little dogs that fit into purses.

I mean, if this is in regards to the last episode, I don’t really think I would call what Linda went through “empty nest syndrome” because there was more going on there. I think the kids leaving the home will go a little bit more smoothly. I’m sure Bob and Linda will have to take some time to get used to it, and that might be difficult, but I would think that all of them would visit quite frequently, and it’s not like they would all be gone all at once. But I like this idea of Linda getting a pet to occupy herself with. Maybe she could get a hand-raised raccoon or something.

anonymous asked:

See, what I don't get is that you don't consider yourselves equipped to deal with adult sexual topics (cause you're a minor, yeah?), yet still consider yourself equipped to lecture others on what their words mean - and how they should use them - despite being a minor. Can you explain your reasoning?

See, what I don’t get is that you’re being weirdly sexual when it’s stated in the rules and on the blog on multiple times not to do that (cuz you’re most likely the anon that sent that last ask, yeah?), yet still still get weirdly confrontational when I tried to nicely educate you on literal derogatory slurs - and how anyone who can do a quick search can find themselves - despite being the one who was wrong to begin with. Can you explain your reasoning? 

-Mod Peridot

Okay something that’s been on my mind about Moana. 

I can’t name another film that romanticizes and older woman like this one. Grandma Tala was not just a wise old lady, she was a rounded character. She was lively and wasn’t confined in her actions to stay graceful. Her face was expressive, she was allowed to make funny faces and be a comic relief. She was just as much of the “rebellious princess” as Moana herself.

And better yet, she was wearing clothes that didn’t entirely cover her up. They exposed her back and limbs, and even animated her under-arm flab. She, and her age, were celebrated rather than diminished. I mean really, when’s the last time you saw an old lady with exposed skin, large/unapologetic tattoos, who had a bechdel-passing relationship with her granddaughter that glorified the unique bond between two women?

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Okay but this is the first time someone has called Yurio something “masculine”/”strong” and it clearly means a lot to him. People usually use terms like fairy or princess when describing him (JJ even goes as far as calling him a girl and Lilia uses prima ballerina which is a female only term). Throughout the show, Yurio struggles a lot with people calling him “feminine” terms and is constantly trying to push his bad boy image in an attempt to make himself seem more tough/manly. To have Otabek read him “correctly” so to speak obviously makes him visibly happy and I think this is one of the reasons he’s so quick to accept the friendship invitation.

Batfam cleaning headcanons
  • Dick once accidentally sucked up Tim’s iPad charger with the vacuum. 
  • Damian once intentionally attacked Tim with the vacuum. They ended up having to cut his hair just to set him loose and Tim was not happy.
  • When told to clean his room, Jason would, without fail, stuff everything into the closet and drawers… only to be busted by Alfred. 
  • Cass tends to do the same thing at her place, but more because she genuinely thinks she’s cleaning? Alfred is appalled when he opens a closet door and Literally Everything pours out.
  • Damian and Tim once had a “Windex fight”. 
  • Dick is really bad for not pointing the nozzle in the right direction when dusting or cleaning, and has sprayed himself in the eye many, many times. 
  • Jason once mopped the kitchen and forgot to tell anyone… so Bruce came back from patrol and slipped, falling face-down on the floor. When confronted, Jason shrugged and said that if Bruce had let him go on patrol “this wouldn’t have been a problem”. 
  • There is an ongoing competition to see who can scare Damian while he’s cleaning and wearing his headphones the most. Dick is currently winning with 7 confirmed scares. 
  • Eight-year-old Dick being made to do the occasional chore (at the behest of Bruce, “to teach him the values of diligence and hard work”) and singing “It’s The Hard-knock Life” from Annie just to piss of Alfred and Bruce. It works. 
  • Dick fell out of a window once when he was cleaning one of the top floor windows. Tried to do it again because he claimed it was “good practice”. 
  • Steph is forbidden from cleaning or touching anything in Wayne Manor after breaking a rare, antique vase that cost $1.2 million. She’s allowed to sit on the couch though.
  • Babs definitely stress cleans. Like, everything in sight. Don’t leave your stuff out when Babs gets really stressed because she will probably throw it away.
  • Dick dances and sings while he cleans, which means it takes him much longer and gets on everyone’s nerves because it’s usually cheesy pop or 80′s tunes. 
  • Bruce once took it upon himself to clean his own shower and Alfred found him laying on the bathroom floor, barely conscious, a strong fume permeating the room:
  • Alfred: *coughing through the fumes* Master Bruce! What on earth is— is that fear toxin?! Laughing gas? 
  • Bruce: No… *weakly points to a spray container* I used too much… Cillit Bang…. 
  • Alfred: *slowly stands and leaves the room without another word*
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all the times he surprised her and the one time he didn’t…

What I’m actually quite surprised about is that no one seems to be talking about this scene

I think this is the first time since the Cup of China that Yuuri really doubts himself and his ability to win gold.

What’s also fair to mention is that the camera switches to Yuuri’s point of view for a moment and we are shown what he sees and I can guarantee you that there is meaning here. Because what is he looking at? The empty bed beside him and his left hand. And shall I remind you of the last moment his left hand was relevant to the visual language of the story?

Right there.

He’s thinking of Victor, and the fact that he’s not there. We know that because he just woke up asking “where’s Victor?” and a few seconds later mentioned Victor again (I’ll get to that in a moment), but I think it’s also fair to note the good direction of the show when we can tell that even without Yuuri explicitly telling us.

Right after asking himself the above question, we see a montage of successful jumps which plays in Yuuri’s head.

There, we see Phichit, Chris, JJ and Yurio - his competition, people who Yuuri knows are stronger and more skilled than him. We also know that he immediately begins comparing himself to them through a compilation of his own falls.

We can assume that these are from the last Grand Prix Final, which is probably what really bothers Yuuri. That this isn’t the first time he’s standing on such a large stage, but that he is in fact returning to it after a terrible failure. Rather than thinking that he’s not the same person anymore here, Yuuri worries that it will all be the same in the end, that he will fail again and will find himself devastated just like that time:

None of this is explicitly stated but we can tell it from the images we are shown and from the sheer proximity we have with Yuuri - he’s narrated most of the story for us and we can tell how and what he thinks by now.

Yuuri then desperately buries his face in his pillow and says this:

This again reaffirms the importance of his relationship with Victor. Just waking up without him there makes him think of his insecurities and weaknesses again. We can easily connect this to the Rostelecom Cup, how he competed there alone and also the first thing he did when he saw Victor at the airport. To some degree, Yuuri needs Victor by his side to feel good enough for the competition and about himself. Assuming that Yuuri was getting over his jetlag and napping, he probably hasn’t seen Victor for less than six hours but just this much is enough to affect him (which, in a way, makes it easier to imagine how difficult the Rostelecom cup must have been for him).

And on one hand you could say that it shows almost concerning dependence on Victor, but on the other it’s merely an expression of Yuuri’s own insecurity because his mental weakness and his anxiety haven’t just magically disappeared. It’s only that now he’s found someone who makes him strong, someone who’ll stand by his side and believe in him. He wants Victor to be there and he finds it difficult to deal with himself and his own thoughts when he’s not. That’s realistic, to say the very least.

I just wanted to take a moment to appreciate this scene because it’s short but it’s really well made and illustrates Yuuri’s thoughts and feelings before the Grand Prix Final well, but it easily gets lost in the onslaught of exciting moments that is episode 10.

Ok so the last part of the credits, when they show yurio’s phone.

It got me thinking how incredibly sweet this actually is, because the russian boy named the album not only GPF but also dance, and of course he is talking about the dance-off between him and yuuri, the one he claims was a “bother”. But he could also be talking about the dance between victor and yuuri, since he’s got those photos saved too.

And you see, the fact victor and yuuri’s last dance is on yurio’s phone, means yurio not only kept the photos saved but he watched these two fall in love and named the album after their dance. He took photos of such ridiculous sweet dance steps, when yuuri’s hand rests on victor’s face and waist… AND I SWEAR FOR YURIO IT MUST HAVE BEEN THE FIRST TIME SEEING VICTOR THIS CONTENT AND HAPPY WITH SOMEONE, and maybe he just went with the flow, taking random pictures, here and there…

BUT HE STILL MANAGE TO CAPTURE ONE OF THE MOST LOVING MOMENTS OF THEM ALL.

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look at victor. look at this man. he finds out his boyfriend hasn’t been sleeping so he brings him up to a private room, strip him to his underwear and a sleeping mask, and then proceeds to sleep on top of him so he won’t have any ideas of slipping away during his nap time. if that’s not dedication to your significant other i don’t know what is.