loose t shirts

some self care tips

things i do on my lower days to feel less icky, from me to you:

  • brush or tie your hair; ponytails and buns are quick and easy, headbands are good too
  • clip your nails; grit gets me down, so clipping my nails makes me feel like i have a fresh start
  • bathe/shower; if you can’t get up the energy, at least rinse your feet and wash your face
    • try to use soap either way, good smells lift spirits
  • moisturize; have some lotion in the bathroom or keep some lip balm in your pocket
  • don’t wear baggy/loose clothes; t-shirts are fine, but slightly tighter pants/shorts make me feel less lazy and more mobile
  • put on slippers or socks
  • sit outside/open up a window for some fresh air or turn on a fan
  • clean your room; sounds hard, but even a tiny corner of it is good
  • put on some soft music
  • or put on the soundtrack to a musical and sing along
  • eat a light breakfast
  • heat up the food you’re eating if it’s usually eaten hot
  • keep a light snack handy; a small pack of gummy bears, some fruits, crackers, whatever makes you feel good, but try to cut down on grease or heavy flavoring
  • DRINK WATER! stay hydrated! add some honey if you like but please drink lots of water!!

feel free to add more to this list if you have any personal tips and tricks!

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lol silly kookmin doodles, inspired by gohan/videl (their learn to fly scene)…. and friends hahahaha (the obscene b-day cake ep, and the jellyfish sting ep lol

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Another kinky wager

Summary: As he previously promised, Bucky helps you work out all those irritating little kinks in your pool game.
Characters: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Absolutely NSFW. It’s all sex and pool tables folks, please walk away unless you’re over 18.  

A/N: Decided to write a follow-up to ‘Pool balls and underpants’, because I just couldn’t move on without a smutty sequel. This can read as a stand-alone story, but it will make more sense why Bucky’s wearing Steve’s underwear if you read the first part. And besides, who doesn’t love reading sassy sexual innuendos from Bucky Barnes?

Also, I meant this to be short, and once again my imagination spiralled out of control, and here we are. I regret nothing.

Pool balls and underpants 
MASTERLIST


He’s startled for a moment, before a sly smile stretches across his face, and he whips around to follow, white socks slipping and sliding on the smooth tiles as he chases after you.

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‘Tee-shirt Seimei’

I love Yuzu in tight training clothes but a loose t-shirt? Wait until he does his final spin… ;)

like real people do p.2 | jungkook

summary: the feelings for your friends with benefits are changing. months pass, and you feel your gut telling you that you want more. you’re just not sure if he feels the same.

college student!reader, friends with benefits!jungkook

piece 1, piece 2, piece 3

this component is based off russ’s cherry hill

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Our Little Secret - Part Ten

Summary: Dean wakes you up with some bad news about Vegas

Series Masterlist

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Square Filled: hand-holding  for @spnkinkbingo

Kink(s): Mutual Masturbation

Word Count: 5100

Warnings: Smut, masturbation, ANGST, torture, canon typical violence. THE PLOT GOT AWAY FROM ME AND THERE ARE SO MANY FEELS

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I’m really loving these character and this series. Thank you for your wonderful responses. A special thank you to the people who looked this over for me.

***THE TAGLIST FOR THIS SERIES IS CLOSED**

“Sweetheart?” Dean’s voice is there, your brain groggy with sleep. You moan and hug the pillow tighter, burying your face into it.

He chuckles, “C’mon, you gotta get up.”

“Nuh-uh,” you protest, curling up more.

His hand runs up and down your side, “Sam heard of a hunt and we are the closest right now.”

You grumble incoherently, opening one eye. Deans sitting on the edge of the bed in front of you, fully dressed, looking amused, “C’mon.”

You shake your head, flipping over and pulling the covers around you like a child. You had been sleeping so damn go so you are a little put out.

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03. Watch Me, Watch You (pt. 1)

Jimin x Reader, College AU, TA!Jimin, Camboy!JImin

Genre: Smut, there’s literally no plot yet. 

So, I wasn’t supposed to upload this today. I wasn’t supposed to do anymore series either but @lostinbangtan convinced me to upload it as one part because it builds anticipation. So, here you go, a couple tags: @btssmutgalore, @missbaptan, @kinkchim, @tayegi, @seaseok, @dailydoseofdia@war-of-hormoan, & @mlkygguk <3333

I can’t believe I’ve finally resorted to this. You thought, scrolling through the endless videos on PornHub. It had been months since your last sexual experience and you had no one to blame but the enormous pile of pending essays, assignments and midterms. You scrunch your nose, thinking back to the last time you had sex. You and your best friend had crashed one of the frat parties on New Years but that night in general was a blur… You were completely wasted by the end of it. Of course, going to a bar to find some random stranger to fuck was always an option but you simply didn’t have the time. 

Tonight however, you really needed to destress because you had requested to meet your teaching assistant, Park Jimin, tomorrow who had basically failed you on an essay that asked for your opinion. How was that even possible? It was your opinion. You felt that might vomit all your sexual frustration and stress on to the teaching assistant who you had yet to meet. Yes, university was very different from High School, you didn’t even get to see the person who graded your paper until they had done it. All you were given was a name and a dropbox location to hand in your essay.

So now, here you were sitting in front of your laptop on your bed, in just a really large baggy shirt with absolutely nothing underneath trying to reach an orgasm while watching porn but you were too dry to even try.

You let out a frustrated sigh as you stared at the stills of various video and humorous titles that accompanied them. None of them caught your eye or even sparked a bit of interest. Most of them were just… dicks. Unflattering, dicks that obviously had gone through some serious enlargements. Just as you were about to give up and fall asleep from your exhausting day, you stumbled across a video-still of a boy. The still did not looked like it belonged on Pornhub but on the cover of a magazine.

As you could only see the upper half of the boy’s body, you could only tell that he was shirtless. He leaned against the headboard of his bed, his head tilted back so that his slender throat was exposed almost invitingly. You desired to accept the invitation and nibble marks all over his flawless skin. His plump lips were parted, and a shade of deep pink, hinting that he had been biting them. His complexion glistened as it was covered with precipitation making you salivate. One of his hands was tangled within his hair while the second disappeared underneath the cut. The absence of anyone else in the still hinted that the boy had been masturbating and when your eyes reached his chest your suspicion was confirmed. You unconsciously squeezed your thighs, a soft groan escaping your lips as your eyes examined the streaks of white across his chest. You licked your lips and quickly clicked on the video before you accident lose it in the vast library of porn.

You wipe you sweaty hands as you impatiently waited for the page to load. You begin to feel your arousal between your legs in anticipation and almost scream at the joy when it finally loaded. The video started with the boy reaching over and adjusting his camera. His lips were curved into a small smile as he settled back against the headboard of his bed. The way he set up the camera made it seem as if you were sitting in between his legs, watching him. He pressed his index finger against his lips, as if he was telling you to be quiet and took off his loose black t-shirt, revealing his toned chest. Your eyes raked the delicious ripple of of his muscles as he moved.

You squeezed your thighs as he smirked at the camera - well, at you, he hasn’t even started yet and here you were already dripping for him. He bit his plush lips and glanced down. You followed his eyes and settled them on the hardened bulge hidden underneath his boxers. He slowly rubbed himself over the flimsy material, his breath catching in his throat. He closed his eyes and rolled his head back. You were curious as to what exactly he was imagining because it got him fully erect unbelievably fast. His hand grasped himself over the boxers, the material giving him the friction he needed. He let out a soft groan, his eyes staring at the camera pleadingly. You felt yourself blush at the intensity of his gaze and flicker your eyes to watch his hands. Entranced by the movements, you pondered upon what it would feel like to have those hands pleasuring you instead. 

You licked your lips as he reached inside his boxers and began to stroke himself under the curtain of the material. You felt yourself squeeze your thighs yet again as your arousal leaked from your lips. Suddenly, he lifted his hips off the bed and took off his boxers in one quick movement. His cheeks lightly tinted pink as his hardening cock was now exposed to the camera. You felt your mouth water at the slight of his length, you hadn’t expected him to be so large and thick, your opening was now begging to be filed with him completely. You eyes wavered between his face, chest and dick, your hands craving to touch any part of him but you couldn’t. It was torturous but it was also arousing. You slowly ran your finger tips across your inner thigh, slowly making your way to throbbing centre.

The boy licked his lips and settled his gaze on his own dick, clearly too embarrassed to look at the camera. His embarrassment was unbelievably sexy and his flushed appearance was making you weak. The boy bit his lips and slowly started stroking himself. He parted his lips and ran is hand over the length with only his fingers. You could tell he was very sensitive to any kind of touch, even his own, by the way his breathing escalated and his eyes closed involuntarily. It was apparent that he was denying himself the pleasure of the rough friction he needed for you. His purpose at present was not only to turn himself on, but also to turn you on.

You traced your finger along your opening and prodded at your clit. You spreading your lips as you watched his cock glisten with pre-cum and massaged your sensitive peak with your index and middle finger, teasingly tugging at the the bundle of nerves. You gasped as he suddenly shifted his gaze to the camera and ran his hand along his cock, spreading the pre-cum over his shaft. He licked his lips and gripped his cock tightly with his hand and began jerking at it. He let out a loud moan and threw his head back to rest against the headboard exposing his neck to camera, just like in the still of video.

Your eyes stayed on the angry red head of his cock as his hand enclosed around the shaft to yank at it roughly. His pants grew erratic as his hands increase the pace. You noticed his hips aiding him with each jerk as they thrusted effortlessly into his own hand. He ran his second hand through his hair, tugging at the roots. You unconsciously noted that he seemed to enjoy pain directly at himself. Without further deliberation, you dived your fingers into your leaking heat attempting to climax with your camboy. As his quietened pants, whimpers and moans echoed in your ears you found yourself inserting a second finger.

“That’s it baby girl,” The boy moaned, causing your breath to catch at the hoarseness of his voice. You slump against the headboard and parted your thighs wider. You entered a third finger into your heat and trailed your second hand under your shirt to tease your hardened nipple. It was as if you were giving him a show as well. The vulgar sounds of your fingers diving into yourself mingling with his pants as he yanked at his cock violently fuelled your desire.

“I’m so close baby,” he whimpered, you watched with half-lidded eyes as the boy continued to moan and jerk his cock. His pre-cum was now leaking over his fist was making your mouth water. You wanted his cum in you or even on you. You thrust your fingers faster into your heat you thumb probing your clit and it was as if you were both racing, chasing your orgasms together. Your pants mingled with his. You were so close, you could feel it. Your fingers dived deeper into your throbbing core, curving upward in attempt to hit your sweet spot when suddenly you heard the familiar chime of an email notification from your MacBook.

Your eyes opened wide in shock, the intrusion causing your orgasm to dissipate. You retreated your fingers angrily in attempt to close the annoying notification and go back to your camboy but the email notification had caused your old MacBook to freeze. You couldn’t see anything except the email from your teaching assistant saying he was willing to meet with you tomorrow. You growled in frustration pressed down roughly at the power button to shut your MacBook off.

“Fucking Park Jimin,” You screamed, as you threw your MacBook across the bed. He completely deserved the storm that was coming at him tomorrow.

She’s Just Not That Into You » Part VI (A Harry Styles Miniseries)

Miss the previous parts? Part One » Part Two » Part Three » Part Four » Part Five

Check out the inspiration behind Harry’s home here! The amazing @graceak​ made a phenomenal playlist to go along with Harry’s story, and I could not recommend it more. You can find that here!

As always, this miniseries is dedicated to @stylesunchained​. I hope Part VI mends everything Part V managed to break, my love! And, once again, thank you all for your continued support. I am over the moon about the response this story has gotten, as I’m unworthy of all of your love. (That doesn’t mean I won’t take it, though!)

Let me know what you think! Happy reading.

Originally posted by chicandproper

“But it’s like…” Harry stops and starts again. “I met with Carly, her replacement, and she’s nice enough. So nice. Lovely girl, really. But every time I talk with her about the plans, I jus…I can’t smile. I can’t get excited about it. ‘m not supposed t’ be talkin’ with Carly about them. She’s not the one who made ‘em. She’s not the one who…well, y’know.”

“If I’m being honest,” Gemma sighs on the other end of the phone, “I would’ve done the same thing, had I been put in that situation.”

“I know,” he mumbles. “I would’ve, too. And I wouldn’t’ve been as nice.”

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By Heart [ IV ] [ Final ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst

Length: 5k

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Summary: Getting over him was the most impossible thing in the world because part of you couldn’t believe it was really over.

By Heart Masterlist

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

Everything felt soft around you, the mattress that dipped to the curve of your spine, the feathery pillow cradling your head, the comforter tangled around your legs. The air was quiet around you, fingers splaying out against the sheet as your body shifted onto its side, eyes screwing shut as you fought off waking up to no avail. The sunshine began to peel through your lids til you fluttered them open, squinting into the light pouring through the sheer curtains that framed the window across from you. You deeply inhaled, the smell familiar and calming as your eyes flickered around the bedroom, taking in each and every thing you hadn’t seen in so long. The beaten up dresser that needed replaced, the books that were tattered shoved into their shelves, even the neatly folded clothes waiting for you on the trunk at the foot of the bed.

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Suits, volleyball, and all the headcanon in between.

[Terushima, Futakuchi, Noya, Tanaka, Ushijima and Tendou here]
[Akiteru, Kei, Kageyama and Hinata here]
[Ladies of Karasuno here]

Kuroo.

  • Black on black. No tie, open two-buttoned suit jacket that hugs his waist, the top two buttons of his shirt are undone. Tailored wingtip derbies, black and matte- polished to perfection.
    • He’s actually the one who dislikes wearing suits the most (I mean, have you seen the guy, he literally looks like he throws on whatever he has lying on his bed).
    • Oh, but if you challenge him, or if the need arises- he’s going to be the sexiest guy in the room because he sure as hell isn’t going to lose at anything.
      • Hours of research and a lot of changing rooms is not going to be for nothing. If he’s going to suffer, he’s going to do some real damage before he goes (namely to your short-circuited brain and perhaps severe blood loss via nosebleed).
    • He tried the red and black combination once, until a girl actually came up to him and asked him which host club he worked at, and he’s stuck to black from then on.
    • Those undone buttons on his shirt? Collarbones. They’re so sharp that they can slice through paper, and it makes his neck slimmer and his smirk all the sexier.
    • Everything’s been absolutely tailored at least twice, and it’s so on purpose. Can you imagine those legs- miles and miles of slim height and oh, he knows you’re staring. He’ll wink right back.
      • Now that he thinks about it, he’s never had to buy his own drink before, and thus Kuroo’s legendary alcohol tolerance was born.

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Three reasons

Originally posted by sugutie

Paring: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff (with maybe a tiny, tiny bit of angst in the middle) // One-shot

Word count: 3.6k

Synopsis: Jeon claims, vows, that he has every reason not to like you - three reasons, to be more specific, and he’s more than willing to proclaim them on his very own deathbed if needed. Ok, a bit drastic, but it makes the idea.

After all, even the hectic, frantic pace of his much pissed heart is proving him right - right?

Right?

Author’s note: Pc destroyed but phone working, plus my need to wreck my lovely sis @pantaemonium with a shit-storm of fluff. And this is what came out, blame Laura.

(What happened to me and my love for horror tho? Blame Jeon)


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There are exactly three reasons why Jeon Jungkook doesn’t like you.

(And when the golden boy says he doesn’t like you, he means that he really, really, really Does Not Like You – yes, all with capitals letters.)

First of all, for lacking of better words, you can totally, easily, completely annihilate him at Mario Kart.

That, as everybody in the room knows, truly shouldn’t be possible, yet here he is with the controller hanging between his hands and eyes big and confused as he watches his avatar falling into the abyss down Rainbow Road along with his very bruised, very salty pride.

It was one of your blue shells.

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Payback (M)

Jimin x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, light choking, daddy kink, kinda public??, idk man it’s just filth

Word Count: 3,125

Summary:  Park fucking Jimin was sin incarnate, and he knew it too. You have had it with his extra ass on stage, he was always taking some article of clothing off and you were at your wits end. This means war.

A/N: This is my fic, I’m re-posting onto my sideblog.


Your jaw was on the floor after watching BTS’ new comeback stage. As if the low cut shirts, lip bites, sexual lyrics, and all around rudeness wasn’t enough, Jimin decided he needed to up the ante and undress on stage looking like sin itself. Fucker. He knew exactly what he was doing, and you decided he needed to be punished.

Dressing in all his favourites; your shorts, oversized sweater and thigh high socks that always got to him, you headed to the boys’ dorm for a movie night after making sure your coat covered everything. You arrived at the dorm quicker than anticipated, and after being let in by Hoseok and attacked by the boys with hugs, you learned that Jimin was still in the shower. Settling down on the couch you took your jacket off and got comfortable with a bowl of popcorn when you felt several pairs of eyes on you. Looking up, you saw the boys eying your outfit and you smiled to yourself, your plan already working. Jimin walked out of the shower with his hair still damp, wearing sweats and a loose t shirt. He looked around the room and noticed that all eyes were on you, a smile spreading on his face as he met your eyes, then he saw why they were staring and his face hardened.

Strike one.

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She fell in love with him when she was only six years old, soft pink sweaters and blonde pigtails completely infatuated by dark wavy hair and suspiciously wise, stormy blue eyes. He was like something she had seen before, their was something about the way his head hung a little too low, almost as if he was carrying something heavy on his shoulders a feeling six year old Betty Cooper was all too familiar with.

It had never been easy growing up in the Cooper household, the familiar motto hung on a plaque by the front door “a place for everything and everything in its place.” But perhaps the one thing that had no place was the troubled blonde child hidden in the shadows, scarred palms holding onto a stuffed orange kitten. She would never be Polly Cooper, she wasn’t nearly as beautiful as her sister and her mother let that be known daily, for Alice Cooper looks were the most important thing a girl could have, it didn’t matter that Betty was incredibly intelligent for her age or the fact that at only six years old she had changed more tires than half the men in the small towns mechanic shop, she wasn’t beautiful and she wasn’t enough.

Her father didn’t want to get involved, if he caught her crying to herself under the kitchen table, he would simple touch her cheek with two fingers and whisper “it gets better sport, hang on.” And so she did, she hung on. She hung on tight.

She did however have one escape and that was getting lost in fantasies of her beanie wearing knight in shining armor, they didn’t speak, to be fair Jughead Jones never spoke to anyone, he kept to himself, eerily similar to Betty. One day Betty had brought up her thoughts to her older sister and had received the dirtiest look she had ever seen

“The Jones family is bad news, word around town is his mom beats him up on the daily, you stay away from him, nothing good can come of those people.” Polly had spit, her face scrunched up in disgust.

So Betty did, Betty always did what was asked of her, she never argued, she never fought, she simply agreed and went about her business, eyes downcast and fingers itching to tear into the skin of her soft palms.

“Betty! Get out of that garage and get going to school, you don’t need another Tardy on your attendance.” The shrill voice of Alice Cooper called from inside, effectively tearing Betty out of her reminiscing, she had no idea why Jughead Jones was on her mind this morning.
The gorgeous blonde pushed a stray piece of honey blonde hair out of her face as she wiped her grease stained hands on her pants, she had been working on getting an old Camaro up and running, she had even taken the gorgeous cherry red classic home from her fathers shop to work on overnight, she needed this car to work, it could sell for good money.

“Elizabeth!”

Betty rolled her eyes, dropping her wrench with a clatter and heading inside

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” She grumbled, zooming past her mother and grabbing an apple

“Aren’t you going to get changed?” Alice asked, her nose wrinkled in disgust at Bettys plain blue jeans and loose white t shirt, a permanent oil stain smudged across her cheek as she shook her head and headed for the front door.

“I’ll see you when I get home.” She called, slamming the door and finally exhaling. That woman always exhausted her, she was glad to escape to school. The walk to Riverdale took her about ten minutes tops, immediately Jumped by her best friend Veronica Lodge as soon as she stepped foot onto the hall.

“Guess who finally managed to get daddy to agree to letting me have the Porsche?” Veronica clutched Betty’s arm, her dark maroon nails digging into Betty’s arm as she bounced excitedly.

Betty laughed
“I’m guessing it’s you?”

Veronica threw her hands in the air and posed
“Bingo.” She grinned.

The blonde and the black haired best friends continued on their walk to the lockers

“I’m jealous. You better let me take a look at the inside of the hood, you never know how those German mechanics work, they could ship it down here just to have it break down in a week.” Betty pat the raven haired beauties shoulder affectionately.

“You really think I’d ever drive a car without having you look at it. It’s just one of the many perks of having you as a best friend."Veronica wiggled her eyebrows teasingly as they arrived at their lockers.

Betty rolled her eyes with a smirk as she looked up from the inside of her locker, her eyes catching on the very person who had been running through her mind all day, she leaned against the locker beside hers, messy ponytail pressing into the cool metal as Jughead Jones, popped his head phones in and shoved books into his satchel, he was so good looking it was sometimes hard to watch, his lean figure was lined with muscle and the way his arms flexed under the flannel he wore when he bent down was enough to have Betty drooling all over herself, if that wasn’t enough there was the fact that his mouth was the literal definition of perfect, heart shaped and deliciously pink, waiting to be..

"Excuse me, Jane Eyre? Do you want to stop pining for about five seconds and pick up all the books that have spilt from your bag.” Veronica grinned cockily, her eyes sparkling at her goofy friend.

Betty looked down quickly and groaned, sure enough her book bag was unzipped and all of her papers and books were scattered on the floor

“Great” she mumbled, looking up at Veronica who was still grinning “are you gonna help me or just laugh at my misery.”

Suddenly the dark haired girls eyes lit up
“Sorry Betty but Archie’s coming this way, be right back.” With those final words she flew down the hallway, heels clicking as she jumped into her boyfriends arms.

Betty sighed
“Gotta go Betty, gotta go make out with my boyfriend in this very public hallway, I can’t spend two seconds helping you pick up your endless amounts paper from the ground” she mocked playfully, blowing another stray strand of hair out of her face. Reaching for her notebook, a large tanned hand covered her own, Betty’s eyes went wide as she stared at the familiar looking combat boots squatted before her.

“Quite the friend you’ve got there.” Jughead jones smiled lazily , handing her the notebook as he helped her stand.

Keep your cool Betty Cooper, stay calm
“Yeah, well she’s a little… distracted.” Her eyes flickered to the couple currently making out in front of some poor freshmans locker.

“I see” Jughead smiled, shoving his NOW empty hands into his pockets

Betty swallowed slowly
“Thankyou. For ya know, helping me. My books just can’t manage to stay in my bag.” She shrugged delicately.

“Well it’s better than your lunch running away.” Jughead joked visibly wincing at his poor excuse at humor.

Fortunately for both of them the first period school bell rang, causing the shuffle of students.

“Well…thanks again.” Betty smiled sincerely, hiking her bag over her shoulder, just as she was about to walk away the dark haired boy placed a hand to her forearm, the space he was holding seemed to burn under his touch and he seemed to notice too, staring down at his hand before removing it quickly, his hand came up to her face and gently brushed at a spot on her cheek.

“You’ve got a little..” he trailed off holding up his palm to reveal the oil on his hand.

Betty blushed bright pink
“Oil.” She spoke quietly “see you around Jughead Jones.”

His eyes snapped to hers

“See you around Betty Cooper”

Oh yeah Jughead you definitely will be seeing me around.

Bit and pieces and ramblings from watching the YOI blurays
  • According to the Volume 5 season guide booklet, Otabek and JJ are former rinkmates. This makes the fact that Otabek “curses” JJ before his GPF SP funnier to me somehow.
  • When fucking Swiss Living Legend himself Stephane Lambiel is recording his lines for his cameo in the last episode of the show, what looks like Kubo and Yamamoto and another woman are behind the glass either recording him on video or taking a million pictures on their phones with glazed, thrilled, fangirl faces. Deniss Vasiljevs, his teenaged student and Yuri on Ice fan, is sitting on a couch in the room taking notes while Stephane records his lines. 
  • All of the choreography reference videos for Yurio’s skate routines are done by a young female skater with a body type closer to Yuri’s 15 year old body. BUT! For Welcome to the Madness, Kenji-sensei himself skates the reference videos- in sunglasses, a coat, and a loose t-shirt that says “TASTY” in English. In the audio commentary he’s given shit about the shirt ;) Also, when one of the assistants pulls off (with her hands for both) his gloves (in the part that Otabek would have done), he says “…So embarrassing…”
  • In the Volume 6 interview with Yamamoto she talks about how she didn’t want to restrict Victor and Yuri to labels like “lovers” or “family” and that she just wanted to tell a story about a special and unbreakable bond. I think there’s been a lot of interpretation about this in fandom because she’s mentioned it in other interviews here and there and some people being upset thinking it means Victuri isn’t canon, but I don’t think that’s the case and I actually really love this approach- she and Kubo have said in the past that they weren’t interested in just telling a pat love story (the formula for these in anime and dramas isn’t great or particularly realistic) and I think it’s resulted in storytelling about falling in love that’s really unique and honest. Let the lady do what she likes, don’t harass her about putting labels on anything, it’s clearly given us a really special and lovingly made piece of media. 
  • I used to be of the opinion that canonically Victor is head-over-heels in love while Yuri is kind of oblivious to his own feelings but the more I rewatch this series, especially the blurays that don’t have the distracting crunchyroll subtitles (I don’t mean to be an asshole since I’m sure whoever did it was super rushed because of the simulcast schedule and probably had a ton of other simulcast episodes to get to, but this series is not translated to English thoughtfully or even sometimes accurately, which is a pity- the script is incredibly subtle and strong), the more I feel like they’re both equally head-over-heels, but both think they’re communicating it properly to their partner, while neither actually is 100% of the time (see: episode 11-12 fight. Yuri wanting to retire so he can stop holding Victor back / let Victor go back to his career is an act of love, though Victor doesn’t see it that way. Victor sees giving up his career for Yuri as an act of love, and Yuri clearly doesn’t see it that way either.) That said, in their dialogue and actions post Episode 7, it does strike me that they both understand that they’re in a mutual and loving relationship, which is why fanfiction and doujinshi that is set post-series where they aren’t “together” yet strikes me as extremely confusing. 
  • When I first saw Episode 12 I was really bothered by Victor’s random snarky comments but watching the bluray without being distracted by the English subs I had this sudden epiphany while he was talking that 1) Victor had no idea how to flirt BEFORE they were a couple, and 2) These are all really shitty attempts at flirtation with your partner after you are IN a couple and Victor doesn’t know how to do it. /wipes away a tear, bless your sweet heart Victor 
comfort: exam season

summary: exams are kicking your ass, and even though your boyfriend’s an asshole on the outside, he really cares for you and wants to make things better

pairing: jock!bucky x reader

word count: 1364 words

warnings: language, fluff

notes: I wrote this for one of my best friends Ari ( @whyisbuckyso ) because goddamn exam season’s a bitch for her. then I decided to turn it into a little drabble as an interlude to my upcoming fics (which hopefully you’ll enjoy!)

Originally posted by little--batman

Burying your head in your hands, you groan, trying to ignore the flashing on your computer of the alert; “EXAM TOMORROW.”

You’ve had these alerts going off nonstop, each for a different subject, and you’re pretty sure you’re going insane. You feel like you want to shove all the piles of paper off your desk and just scream, but you’re pretty sure you’d wake up your boyfriend. He’s fast asleep, and as much as you’d like to join him, your mind is telling you to ’FUCKING MEMORISE ALL THIS, YOU DIPSHIT.’

You give yourself the grace to let out a frustrated groan, gripping the roots of your hair as you will yourself to read over the reams of notes you have.

Shoving in your earphones, you bite your lip as you finally get the grasp of one of your paragraphs, trying to celebrate that mini victory with a sip of coffee.

“Why the fuck are you awake?”

You shriek, jumping in your seat and almost falling off your chair, trying desperately to not bring your computer down with you. Luckily, your computer lands on your seat, the headphones hanging uselessly on the edge while you’re collapsed on the ground. You glare up at your boyfriend as he tries to hold in his snickers.

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Clingy Shawn

request: You should make one about Shawn coming home after a long day and he just comes and sits in between your legs with his back on your chest and you just releasing some of the tension he has by rubbing his shoulders and giving him kisses and playing with his hair.

request: A needy or clingy shawn? Like he wants to be held and the one taken care of

a/n: i couldn’t think of a title. i was staring at my computer for like, ten minutes just thinking (if anyone has a better title, tell me pls)


You were in the kitchen when you heard the door to your apartment close, and you turned around, smiling at your boyfriend. “Hey, hun.” He smiled, kissing you.

Frowning, you looked at him. “You look tired, go sit on the couch.” You shoved him out of the kitchen and put away the pasta salad you were making for your sister’s birthday party that weekend.

Shawn didn’t even hesitate, he fled to the couch before you even finished the sentence. You quickly followed him, and smiled when you saw Shawn sitting on the couch, flipping stations on the tv. He stopped it on some cooking show, and you snorted. “Cooking?”

“Yeah, these shows are growing on me.” He said, looking up at you. “Can you sit behind me?” He asked, smiling at you with puppy eyes.

Sighing, you nodded, climbin onto the couch and positioning yourself so your legs were on either side of Shawn, and he leaned back, smiling. “Your boobs are nice pillows.”

“I’m going to get up.”

“Sorry.”

You shook your head, and began massaging Shawn’s shoulders, and he sighed in content. You occasionally would comment something about the show you two were watching, but it was mostly quiet in the apartment, which meant Shawn was pretty beat from his day at the studio. You grew bored with massaging his shoulders, and moved to brush your fingers through his hair, elicting another sigh from your boyfriend. “Your amazing.”

“You’re not too bad yourself, sweets.” You replied, twirling a longer piece of hair he had. “You need a haircut.”

“Yeah,” Shawn agreed, playing with a loose string on your t-shirt. “Was this my shirt?” he asked, scooting down so his head was tucked in the space between your neck and collarbone. You thought he looked uncomfortable, but didn’t say that.

“Mhmm, stole it from you before you left for the last tour.” You murmured, enjoying this time.

“Looks better on you.” Shawn yawned. “‘M gonna take a nap.” He informed you, before falling asleep rather quickly.

You smiled to yourself, and continued to brush your fingers through Shawn’s hair. He wasn’t often in moods like this, when he wanted to be cuddled like this, but you loved it. It was a part of him only you saw, and you cherished each moment of times like those.


a/n: i’m not a fan of this but i’d still like feedback. (also i might open the requests up again soon, look for a post about that sometime this week- probably thursday because that’s the only day i don’t fucking work!!!)

Liberty and Justice (NSFW)

Eggsy Unwin x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Kingsman/Avengers AU - The Avengers are a branch of the Statesmen located in New York, Eggsy and Merlin have come to the states in search of Harry and you have been assigned to work with Eggsy to help find the man who may have kidnapped him causing Bucky (Sergeant) to get a little jealous.

Warnings: Smut

A/N: DONE! If there are any glaring grammatical errors just let me know and I’ll fix it in the morning. I’m too tired right now. I pulled these images off google to make this gif so I don’t know who the original artists are. If you do let me know and I’ll credit them. Glad I finally managed to write this because I honestly wasn’t sure how I was going to do it at first but I’m (sort of) pleased with the result. Also, this is still a reader fic but because everyone in Kingsmen and Statesmen going by code names the reader and the Avengers go by code names. Just trust me on this.


“Are you fucking serious? I have to go back there?” Eggsy groaned, throwing a small tantrum.

“Yes Eggsy, you and I have to go back to see the Statesmen, they are the only ones who can help us find Harry.” Merlin sighed. “But don’t worry, we are going to see the New Yorkers this time, not the mid-westerners.”

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