like when he struggles for words

Okay but does anyone realize that Otabek is probably the first person to acknowledge Yurio’s effort? Everyone else sees the genius with skating skills so far from his peers, but Otabek is the first one who see the Yurio who fights and most importantly HE’S THE FIRST ONE WITH WHOM YURIO SHARE HIS STRUGGLE DURING HIS MOVE TO ST. PETERSBURG (the boy was 10 years old for goodness sake). So yeah, I ship it because these two is another type of (ahem) friends who connect without many words needed. PLEASE DON’T F*CK THIS UP I HAD ENOUGH WITH JJ x YURIO BEFORE!!!

P/S: DID ANYONE NOTICE YURIO’S SMILE WHEN TALKING TO OTABEK? IT TOOK YUURI 9 EPISODES TO GET THAT AND OTABEK TOOK LIKE 90 SECONDS MY GOSH MY HEART I’M OUT *DROP MIC LIKE IT’S A F*CKING POTATO* 

“Talk to me, cariño.” Rafael slammed his fist against the bathroom door a few more times. “What’s going on? You’ve been in there for a long time.”

“I’m coming.”

The door opened slowly and Rafael looked down at his wife, she looked scared … no, she looked terrified.

“What’s wrong?”

“I … I,” her bottom lip quivered slightly as she struggled to form words. “I’m bleeding.”

Rafael froze - no, this can’t be happening. They had tried so long and hard for this, it couldn’t end like this, so soon. Rafael found himself being led over to the bed he shared with his wife.

“Rafi, I don’t know what’s happening right now. There’s some blood when I go to the bathroom, but it’s not a lot,” she drew a deep, shuddering breath before continuing. “Lot’s of people have some bleeding. It can be normal. Spotting is a normal part of pregnancy. There are so many causes.”

She was looking off into the distance, Rafael began to wonder whether she was saying those things to reassure him or to convince herself.

“Should we go to the hospital?” Rafael asked gently, a few moments after she stopped talking.

“It’s only 6 o’clock, we should wait.”

“Wait? But the sooner the better, right? So they can do something, save the baby,” Rafael was confused.

“There is nothing anyone can do,” she said dejectedly, looking up into Rafael’s eyes. She looked slightly devoid of any emotion.

“What?” Rafael didn’t understand.

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little things i like about michael
  • when he gets excited he either gets super loud or can’t form words at all
  • the face he makes when fans kiss him on the cheek
  • how he always plays with the same bracelet in interviews
  • he always looks for the best in people
  • how his eyes legit have a sparkle in them
  • he sometimes forgets lyrics, but he doesn’t care
  • he’s not ashamed of the stuff he likes (anime, video games, pokemon, etc.)
  • his relationship with his parents
  • sweater paws
  • he goes out of his way to meet fans even if he’s in the middle of being mobbed
  • he’s not afraid to talk about his own struggles with mental illness
  • he’s got a squishy tummy
  • always making jokes about balls
  • he gets so excited over fan gifts and is genuinely grateful
  • he supports marriage equality
  • he’s such a NOOB
  • how he’s fallen off stage more times than he should, but still isn’t embarrassed by it
  • he writes in a completely dark room
  • he tried to throw a water bottle to fans but instead dented a car
  • he’s so bouncy even in acoustic shows
  • he’s always taking his pants off
  • he has a special relationship with each of the boys
  • how much passion he puts into singing wayf 
  • he’d always rather be sleeping
  • he gave luke twenty bucks to go away once
  • he’s sarcastic, but never rude or mean
  • he can go to cute little kitten to a sex god in .02 seconds
  • he walked around tokyo with a damn pokemon hat on all day
  • he tried to spin his mic but ended up flinging it across the stage
  • he knocked over his microphone while singing and then couldn’t pick it up
  • his front teeth are slightly bigger but that’s okay because i love them
  • how he squints and throws his head back when he laughs
  • he’s got sausage fingers
  • he’s so sentimental he got a tattoo meaning ‘home’
  • he’s always screaming (even if he’s waking up poor calum)
  • the boy is ticklish 
  • his epic jacket collection
  • he has so much love in his heart

let’s be honest, this list could go on forever and ever

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A guy came up to me and he was like who is your favorite artist, and like most people do when they ask you that, he didn’t really want to listen to what my answer was. And he continued about a struggle to recognize who he said was the greatest of all time. He said, I mean is it Shakespeare, is it Frost, is it Picasso, Michelangelo, Beethoven. So finally, I kindly smiled and said, okay, sir you asked me who is The Greatest of All Time, now you tried to share yours, so let me share mine. x

I have severe ADD. They (production) have to repeat the (comp) instructions for me. I have it to the point where people will talk and I’ll try really hard to listen to you but all I can see is your mouth moving. And then I don’t hear the words, and then I’ll just start thinking about fun things in my head or whatever. I will think about something in my head that’s more exciting, and then the conversation ends, and I’m so good at it now that I just nod my head and ‘mhm’. Imagine that being your every day struggle. Like Paul’s stories? I don’t know any of his stories because they’re too long, so I don’t know what they’re all about because I just look at his facial expressions when he’s telling his stories. Graduating college was my biggest accomplishment, it was hard. And I didn’t have medication when I was in college. [So what made you go to a Doctor to diagnose it?] ‘Cause it was affecting my work life. I always knew I had a learning disability since I was young. My mom didn’t believe in it. She doesn’t believe in those things. But I knew, I was struggling so hard with school, nothing was helping me, I would cry it was just so hard. And I’m a smart person, I just don’t have an attention span. [When you take your medication does it help?] If I take it, it’s still hard for me but it helps a lot. I don’t have to struggle and get frustrated, but when I don’t take it, it’s frustrating, yeah.
—  Natalie to James (7/25 5:36 am)
you love the hate that we share

I think this is the most antagonistic version of Stiles and Derek I’ve ever written. It was surprisingly fun.

Sterek high school AU,  ~5.7k words, rated T. Title from the song “Enemies” by Shinedown.

Maybe it’s petty — okay, it most definitely is — but it just irritates Stiles that the universe makes people like Derek Hale. He’s practically superhuman at lacrosse; he’s been blessed by the puberty gods with stubble and muscles on top of muscles and not a pimple in sight; he spouts off effortless monologues in Spanish class while Stiles is still struggling to remember how to say “Can you repeat that?”; he could probably make a killing as a male model; and when he asked Lydia to study with him, she said yes. Like, seriously, what the fuck.

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The several instances when Nini could be seen struggling with his speech in japanese and Soo was mouthing the words beside him, showing that he’s not alone.. It looks like maybe Soo knows his speech, and Nini takes comfort in his support since he keeps turning around to look at Soo ;-;

I mean look at this… 

soo helping nini with the word when he can’t remember it T___T 


turning around to get help from soo 


once again helping out with the words to nini’s ment


to this guy you seem to be doing just fine Nini *.*


a struggling ninibear wanting his hyung’s support ;-; and soo gives a reassuring nod!  


“it’s ok nini you did good!”


(attentive soo decides to clean off some lint whilst he’s at it..)


idk guys.. but it wouldn’t surprise me if Soo knew Nini’s speech, since maybe Nini wasn’t confident about it so Soo wanted to help him *cue tears* 

it doesn’t matter what they are to each other, they rely on each other a lot!! and it shouldn’t be ignored ;; 

(gifs are mine, vid credits to queen alvabear94 x x

A strong case can be made for Dexter having Asperger’s Syndrome. Look at his personality: He struggles to interact with others socially, has repetitive patterns he adheres to, and has very unique interests – if Dexter could, he wouldn’t leave his lab. These are all signs of Asperger’s, as is his baffling pseudo-Austrian accent: A lot of people with this condition sound like foreigners to their own families because they mimic words the way they were pronounced when they first heard them (in many cases, on TV).

Does that change anything in the show? Actually, it changes everything, because we view all the other characters through Dexter’s lens, and people with Asperger’s have trouble empathizing with others. He views his sister Dee Dee as a huge dolt, but what if he just doesn’t understand girls? His mom appears to have constant mood swings, but could it be that Dexter doesn’t know when he’s making her angry? Meanwhile, his dad is always a bumbling incompetent, but maybe Dexter is simply disappointed that he isn’t a world-class genius.

The 42 Most Insane (But Convincing) Fan Theories Ever Found

another thing I love about zimbits bc I am overwhelmed:

bitty is canonically a talker. he talks when he’s nervous. he talks when he’s happy. sometimes, he just talks to talk. hell, he has an entire vlog dedicated to him talking (and occasionally baking)

and jack is just?? not?? jack doesn’t talk. jack doesn’t have the words & often doesn’t have the desire to say them. jack is a stoic canadian hockey robot who struggles to express his feelings.

which is why I love that each of their ways-to-share-their-feelings reflected that so well? like, bitty internally drafted speeches. he hugged jack, but what he really wanted to do was say something (before he chickened out). that’s how he imagined things going.

but jack? jack didn’t need to say anything. he literally said two words that entire update. he said bittle twice, and then, just before he kissed him, he called him bitty. and bitty, for all his desire to talk, understood that that meant something. jack, for only the second time (and the first that bitty heard), called him by his nickname. and after that long speech bubble, bitty fell silent. he fell silent so that jack could express his feelings the only way he’s capable of — through touch.

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Harry/Draco ♦ Hogwarts Eighth Year

∟Amortentia

Due to the… unorthodox schooling last year, professors often found themselves teaching lessons that normally would’ve been taught the year before. When Harry walked into potions, he felt a wave of dejavu wash through him at the sight of the five cauldrons placed in the center of the room. Professor Slughorn beckoned everyone to gather around the potions and began the lesson.

When he reached the cauldron next to Harry, he called on Harry to name it. Harry took one look at the mother of pearl sheen and knew what it was: Amortentia. He could almost hear Hermione’s voice in his head as he gave nearly the same explanation she had two years ago.  As he spoke, he caught a whiff of the scent.

It was… different.

Intrigued, Harry leaned forward and breathed in the scent. Without meaning to, he spoke his thoughts aloud, struggling to put them into words, “I smell fresh grass and brooms, like - like a quidditch day, and treacle tart and - " 

He breathed in deeper, seeking that new scent. He couldn’t quite place where he knew it and yet, at the same time, it seemed so familiar. It was like a mixture of – 

"Citrus and vanilla,” Harry said aloud. 

Too late, Harry recognized that scent and realized his mistake. Heat rushed to his face and he dropped his eyes to his potions book, praying the connection wasn’t made. He didn’t notice the gray eyes on him from across the room.

“Isn’t that the kind of cologne you wear?” Pansy asked beside him. “Citrus and vanilla?" 

Draco didn’t respond, his eyes never leaving Harry. 

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Sunday's Horoscopes:
  • Aries: Is the light at the end of a tunnel or a barrel?
  • Taurus: You hate sunsets because they remind you of unreachable beauty.
  • Gemini: Forgetting a face is hard when you have to use a mirror every morning.
  • Cancer: You've always found comfort walking the highway, even after the accident.
  • Leo: Your childish fears didn't disappear, they just grew up with you.
  • Virgo: You always remember to close the door behind you, but struggle with closing words for people you've left behind.
  • Libra: Seeing an empty sky is uncomfortable, like swallowing water while swimming, or choking on their words.
  • Scorpio: You never felt right until you became what you promised what you wouldn't become.
  • Sagittarius: Everyone remembers their first love, but you remember when they moved on.
  • Capricorn: They never say "I love you" until it's over. Painful isn't it?
  • Aquarius: Baptised in cold rain on a city street. The holiest water he had.
  • Pisces: Fear isn't the problem, it's the seclusion. You drown alone.
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“Demi’s got that brilliant smile that she makes you feel good.”-Nick

“There’s nobody like him in my life that I felt connected to through music. I feel like he’s the male version of me, which is pretty funny, but like, not crazy.”-Demi

“We have a really, really great friendship and have now for a long time… I love writing music with her.”-Nick

“He’s one of the only people I can sit down and have a deep conversation with.”-Demi

“We could look at each other and know exactly what the other person was thinking. There was always sort of that bond that goes beyond words. ”-Nick

"I can call him when I’m really struggling or whatever, and he’ll be there for me. It’s a really good feeling to have a friend like that.” -Demi

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Prompt: can you do a steve x reader soulmate au?

His mom tells him that it was nearly 85 years away, but smiles, saying how magical the moment would be regardless. Steve almost mentions the fact that people barely lived to be seventy-five.

Word Count: 1293

Warnings: None.

[Bucky’s version]


When he’s five, his teacher is tall and wears a yellow dress, drawing 00:00:00:00 on the board as she teaches them how to count. Her timer’s up and she wears a shiny band around her finger, smiling widely as she says the word soulmate.

“Mine says-” his classmate struggles to get the words out, trying multiple times on the first syllable. “Three-two-one-six, three, four, ten.”

“That’s wonderful!” His teacher exclaims, putting down the chalk to clasp her hands together. “Would anyone else like to share their numbers?”

“Two – um,” the boy next to him struggles to say it and she walks over to their table, reading the numbers two thousand six hundred nine, nineteen, twelve, thirty. The kids marvel at the words – I didn’t know that number existed! – and she glances at Steve’s timer, eyes widening.

“Whoa, look at Steve’s!” The girl on his other side grabs his arm and he yanks it back, holds it close to his chest. “It has five numbers!”

“Settle down, now,” their teacher tries to rein them in, but they crowd around him and he sinks in his seat, tries to make himself smaller than he already is.

“-five numbers isn’t that much-“

“it was on the first one-“

“-come on, Steve, let us see-“

“Everybody back to their seats! Three-” There’s a pause as the kids realize that Steve’s not letting up- “two,“ -and groan, reluctantly going back to their tables. “One.”

Steve pulls his sleeve over his hand.

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Answer me this: How can we ever expect Dean to understand that he’s more than just a pretty face when that’s all he ever hears? “…This blade was stolen and smuggled into the US in violation of treaties with several governments. We can compel you to speak." Does that sound like Dean even slightly implying that he is interested in this woman? NO. Yet the at the first chance she has she twists his words into something else. Then look how uncomfortable that makes him! It’s sickening. We question why Dean feels the need to play the macho man? It’s because of situations like this. When all that matters to the people around him are his looks. I mean, remember Tara? I can’t even count the amount of times Dean’s been called ‘pretty’ before. Too many of us understand what it feels like to be treated like an object. To struggle to be taken seriously. To start each day by strapping on our armor, and trying to keep our heads up. It’s unfair, and it makes me sick. And to Dean it’s just another reminder that all he’ll ever be is a pretty face. But like I’ve said time and time again, Dean! Please stop doubting yourself. I wish you would understand that you are so much more than that. You’re worth more than your looks. And you deserve so much better.

Please reblog to save a life!

A former classmate of mine named Chris Plate is in desperate need of a kidney. When he was younger he was diagnosed with a rare kidney disease and due to complications he is only compatible with less than 5% of the world’s population.

When I say less than 5% of the world’s population I mean it. He received a kidney from his father when he was a teen but his body rejected it. His mom would donate, but she is a cancer survivor and not eligible to donate.

He’s graduating Summa Cum Laude from the University of Arkansas as an electrical engineer and is getting married in July. Unfortunately, every day is a struggle for him now. He’s been on dialysis for 3 years and even has the machine in his dorm room.

These are his words, “I will get married on July 4th to the one amazing woman who could ever put up with me. I would like nothing more than to give my new and old family the gift of health and a normal life, since they haven’t had that since October of ‘96. I am reaching out to anyone who maybe compelled to look into donating an organ.” 

He’s registered on the Mayo Living Transplant site, with the clinic out of Rochester, MN. He needs either type A or type O blood with no regards to positive or negative types.

What I’m asking of you is to apply for a free test kit which will be mailed to you, go to the nearest lab, and have your blood drawn. If you are indeed a match, his insurance will cover all health expenses related to the transplant which isn’t too invasive and has a short recovery period. 

If you don’t want to or can’t donate then please share this post and if you want you can make a donation to cover his other medical and travel expenses

Here is a link to the original post about this story

Here is a link to the Facebook page dedicated to his transplant

Here is a link to apply for a test kit (under intended recipient please put “Chris Plate”, he is listed at Mayo Clinic Minnesota, and needs a kidney)

**be sure to reblog as a text post and not a link please**

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Most news articles about Bernie Sanders in the mainstream media include the phrase “avowed socialist” or “avowed democratic socialist.” The phrase has become hackneyed to the point that one struggles to remember when “avowed” was used to describe anything other than Bernie Sanders’ left-wing politics. If nothing else, Sanders’ campaign for president, which he (re)announced in Burlington, Vermont, on Tuesday, will forever link the word “avowed” with the words “democratic) socialist Bernie Sanders” in the minds of political junkies, much like fans of “The Simpsons” can no longer hear the words “dental plan” without immediately thinking “Lisa needs braces!”

2016’s socialist candidate wants to use the tax code to transfer wealth downward. Are you terrified yet?

Dear Scarlet, 
I wanted to take a second to reiterate some of the things I’ve said regarding body image on instagram. I think this is a really important issue for little and grown females alike. 

The lovely @greerinez tagged me for the #20beautifulwomen challenge. I feel most beautiful when: I see myself in Scarlet. When I read over something I’ve written that still resonates with me and I feel like I’m getting something right. When Bobby looks at me like he’s never seen a dang woman before. When girls email me and tell me I inspired them to leave their crappy boyfriends. When women who I respect compliment me. There’s no better way to be lifted up than by a fellow lady friend that knows the struggle. When I have early 2000s r&b dance parties alone in my room. When I accept my body as a vessel for my words and as the machine that built my daughter. I feel beautiful when I wear clothes that don’t hide my body, even if I don’t pull them off by other people’s standards. Because no matter what you can’t please everyone, so if I decided to wait around for approval I’d be waiting around forever. I’m too busy and life is too fleeting. And anyway, anybody who is vocal about being “offended” by a soft belly or thick thighs is saying a lot more about themselves than they are about me. One day I woke up and realized this: I don’t exist for you to look at. It changed me. My body isn’t here for your comfort. My purpose on this earth is not to arouse you. I spent years of my life feeling imprisoned by something that I now celebrate. I’ve tracked my calories so closely that I’d cut a carrot stick in half to stay under. That’s sickness. I feel beautiful when I remember that the circumference of my arms does. not. matter. The most important thing about me has nothing to do with the amount of space I take up in a room. I nominate all of the babes I tagged and whoever else wants to join, because feeling good about yourself is a message I love hearing. 

I’m posting this because most of my followers are young girls and they need to hear it more than anyone. Turns out you can gain weight and still be ok. Turns out I’m ok. The world isn’t crashing in. My husband still loves me. People don’t hate me (well, not for that reason 😏) Most importantly, I don’t hate me. So that’s actually fine if you want to order mozzarella sticks. You will be okay. I don’t want any of you babies feeling ashamed because you’re freaking hungry. It’s all going to be ok. I promise.

Dean thinks he’s going freaking insane. The room is spinning and everything’s so so hot and they haven’t even gotten out of their clothes yet but the perfect, little groans that Cas makes are intoxicating. The ex-angel’s mouth tastes better than whiskey feels going down his throat. 

Cas clutches to his shoulders desperately, digs his nails into Dean’s flesh. His kisses are inexperienced and sloppy but Dean couldn’t care less, not when he feels like a teenager himself, tugging at Cas’ bottom lip with his teeth, rutting against Cas’ thigh and panting into the crook of his neck. 

He’s a little less embarrassed when he realizes that Cas is even more winded up then he is. The former angel cants his hips up and moans, whimpers, practically begging Dean, completely wordlessly. 

“Whatsa matter, angel?” Dean asks him, breathless, pushing his hips against the bulge in Cas’ pants. “You alright?”

Cas struggles to talk, struggles to breath. He chokes on words when he first tries to speak, but in a series of gasps, Dean can just hear his desperate pleas. 

“Dean…Dean…please….”

In a matter of minutes, their clothes are discarded and Cas’ eyes are tracing over every single fiber that makes up Dean’s body, skin and scars and little scrapes from unfortunate hunts. He seems to have lost the ability to speak again. 

Kissing him gently, then more forcefully, Dean breathes the former angel’s name into his mouth and Cas whimpers once more. 

“Dean…please,” he repeats, arches up as though he’s losing his mind and Dean thinks maybe he is, maybe they both are because fucking christ Dean’s looking at Cas and he can’t think, can’t breathe. The man beneath the hunter’s body drinks up his touches and keens. “Please,” he says again, “I’ll do anything, just…please.”

And Dean can’t deny that. 

He slots a thigh between Cas’ legs and pushes them apart. 

“You don’t have you do anything,” he tells Cas, kissing him softly, completely unlike the way they’ve been kissing for what feels like hours now. “Just spread your legs and let me do this for you,” he says, can’t resist leaning in to kiss Cas again. “Lemme make you feel good.”

the worst thing that ever happened to me

so yesterday in study hall, my friend was drawing a picture and asked “should i turn this into a drawing of jar jar binks”

so i say to her, “boy oh boy, do i have a WEIRD picture of jar jar binks saved to my phone”

the picture came to me through a whatsapp group, in which any picture sent to the group is automatically saved to my camera roll

right at that moment, a teacher walks by, sees only the body of jar jar, and yells “NAKED PICTURE”

i become a useless, sputtering mess, turn bright red, and struggle to get any words out at all. i slam my head on the desk, and yell “no” a few times.

“WHY ARE YOU OBJECTIFYING MEN” (he was joking, but i shit you not, he actually said this) “YOU DON’T LIKE IT WHEN MEN DO IT TO WOMEN”

“IT’S JAR JAR BINKS” my friend manages to say through her tears of joy

“NAKED PICTURES OF JAR JAR BINKS”

“HE’S NOT NAKED HE’S WEARING JEANS IT’S JAR JAR BINKS” i am not saying at an acceptable volume, i am shouting

everyone is study hall, and i mean literally everyone is staring, but the teacher calls another specific teacher into the mix. a teacher who does drama stuff and who ran the camp i have gone to since the 4th grade and learned my love for theatre at.

“cece” he says “i have never seen your face so red”

“IT’S NOT NAKED PICTURES” is all i can seem to say “IT’S JAR JAR BINKS IT’S NOT NAKED IT’S WEARING PANTS”

i slam my head on the desk again. all my pens go flying. i hear someone whisper “oh my god.” everyone in study hall pretends they aren’t still watching me. later someone asks if it’s true i had jar jar porn in study hall. i take a deep breath and retell my story. the pain is never ending.

tl;dr i got caught in study hall with a picture of jar jar binks photoshopped onto a shirtless man and caused a huge scene