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chloebennetWe marched in our nations capitol today. I was moved to tears standing shoulder to shoulder with women and men from not just all around the country, but all around the world. A lot of you ask me why we march.. we march for equality. We march because women’s rights are human rights. We march because black lives matter and love is LOVE. We march because everyone woman has the right to her own fucking body. We march because we will NOT normalize a bigoted, sexist, racist, egotistical, stale Cheeto as our president. Today was incredible. 👊🏼👊🏽👊🏾👊🏿 To all of my sisters (and brothers) marching today wherever you are, remember to keep this fire!!🔥 Today was just the beginning. Meet with your friends, know who your representatives are, vote every TWO years not just every four. Be vocal. Stay politically active. Fight for those who can’t. This is the beginning. 🎀🎀🌸🌸 #womensmarchonwashington#womensmarch

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“世選はぜったい大丈夫だよ(^^)”

Today on ‘I’m Gonna Cry over Fanart’

Honestly I can’t BELIEVE the Eros costume zips up like that and we didn’t get to see Victor zip it up in the series. 

(Imagine him doing it in the second to last episode, his ring glinting along the edge of the zipper and it pressing, cool but comforting and new against the flesh of Yuuri’s back as Victor presses a gentle, not too intense because-they-don’t-have-time-to-get-distracted kiss to his skin, whispering words of love and encouragement in a murmur against his back as he moves up to his shoulder while the zipper locks, ending by gently turning Yuuri’s chin toward him and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. They both beam at each other and Victor holds Yuuri’s face in his hands and he’s never felt such warmth. Yuuri feels like his heart is in his throat, but surprisingly, it’s a good feeling.) 

No one was listening to him.

Steve grit his teeth as his teammates talked over him AGAIN. It was hard re-adjusting to his old body, but being literally overlooked by his team, the people he considered family was the hardest. Just because he didn’t have the Captain America muscles or height didn’t mean he wasn’t still the best damn strategist out of the lot of them. If only they would fucking listen.

They probably wouldn’t even notice if I left Steve thought with a sigh as he rubbed his temples, but before he could make his tactical retreat a familiar pair of strong hands gripped his hips and lifted him into the air. Steve barely had the opportunity to shriek before he was settled on a set of broad shoulders. Bucky, who was still being rehabilitated, who had barely spoken a word to the team, who still scared the daylights out of Tony, was standing with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face, the picture of intimidation  ruined with the 90 pound asthmatic clutching his mop of brown hair. 

The rest of the team openly gaped as Steve blinked down at them, eyes flickering between the team and Bucky when something clicked in his brain and a slow smirk spread across his face. He mimicked Bucky’s pose, skinny arms crossed and let his eyebrows pull together in his best ‘Captain Face’

“Now, as I was saying…”

2016 | bangtan

jimin: finally accepted the fact that he’s a sex symbol, working it, murdered a million people with one shoulder move, happy about it

namjoon: finally getting appreciated for the amazing work he does, still slaying the fashion and the music game and killing international fans by remembering to thank them every chance he gets

yoongi: finally dropped his mixtape, snatched everyone’s ass, and went back to being the black-haired menace we all love

jin: finally became a pink prince, got to be the center of a bts concept and rocked it, confidence higher than ever, ignoring hate like a boss

hoseok: finally got his time to shine and be in the spotlight, got about a million people to stan him after the mv dropped, continues to slay in every performance

taehyung: finally got to pursue his acting career, became a blonde bombshell, made the fandom lose their shit when he showered jimin with love and affection, started lifting his shirt during performances, god bless

jungkook: finally turned 19 and immediately started doing the most with his hip rolls, floor humps, finger sucking and the like, the entire army wants to fight him but also protect him

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i think my adventure time shorts are giving me xtra strength xx
stoked about finally getting my own pole so i spent last 2 days practising and documenting moves. i’ll move on to spinning tricks soon bc spinning mode is still my nemesis

oh and i’ll also start posting my pole progress on instagram so if anyone wants to follow : martinaborisova
i’ll follow back my fellow polers : )

JUST HERE ME OUT

I’ve spent a lot of time rewatching the end of Episode 9 and I Noticed something!! When you watch the gifs of Victor and Yuri from the last few minute of the episodes, you notice how victors shoulders move: 

It looks almost as if he’s putting something on a hand, like a bracelet or ring, eyes slightly downcast, shoulders shifting as if he is slipping something onto another person. Now, as we all know, this is the scene where Victor asks Yuri what he’s going to get him for Christmas, to which Yuri responds, “something round and golden,” possibly implying a ring or a medal. WHICH BRINGS ME TO MY NEXT POINT! In the OV we hear Victor say ‘Oh wow,” but clearly that is not what he is saying here. His mouth does not form the O shape, not even by any stretch of imagination. He is most likely addressing Yuri in someway, which leads me further to believe that Victor is the one giving Yuri a ring. 

This brings me to Yuri. 

First off, notice the way he’s dressed. Hair down, glasses, looking like he’s in a state of vulnerability instead of being as confident as he is on the ice. He looks almost as he did when we first met his character in the beginning of the series. The point I’m trying to make is this is not the Yuri that would propose to Victor, this is the Yuri and is so shocked that he doesn’t know how to react. We see a similar reaction the first time that he sees Victor in the Onsen for the first time, one of pure shock. ALSO!!! Notice how he looks slightly down at his hands, gulps, and then looks back up to Victor, almost as if to say ‘are you sure?’ because we know Yuri struggles with anxiety, and he needs to make sure that Victor actually means it. 

side note, christmas is the most romantic holiday in japan so a proposal would make sense   

anonymous asked:

Omg but can you talk about the first nap though. The one that caught them off guard but they woke up soft and warm?

imagine it was in bed. and it started by lying on top of the duvet just talking, on their backs, their fingers loosely curled together. they laid down because it was an exhausting day, magnus’s house calls running late into the afternoon and alec getting stuck with double patrol shifts and they were both just in that sleepy state where they just slipped into talking about nothing and somehow everything.

the light was all tangerine heading somewhere towards red, the sunset threatening to take all of the warmth of the afternoon and sink it into that in between time that wasn’t quite the warmth of evening yet. but for a moment there, it was shards of that orange light spilling through the windows, catching on their hair as they moved and spoke, shoulder to shoulder there on the bed.

then after a while, the conversation died down, like a faucet that dripped to a slow stop. all of their words seemed to run out but the silence was literally golden, as alec rolled onto his side and pressed his face into magnus’s shoulder. magnus felt like he noticed that feeling really slow, the warmth of his breathing against his skin through one of his button up shirts. he felt himself smile but the haziness of everything was just a little too much.

and they fell asleep like that, neither of them all that aware of it, just drifting off and letting the sunset tuck them in, still dressed for the day.

so when they woke and darkness had fallen over the city, night time blanketing the world in it’s dark embrace, it was strange. all the lights were on, candles flickering and magnus shifted, breathing into alec’s hair as he felt consciousness trying to pull him out of the warm fog of sleep.

they woke holding each other, which wasn’t how they fell asleep, they woke even more tangled like they had pressed close, especially alec, who’s face was pressed against magnus’s chest like he was drinking up how it felt underneath his head. and as they woke, slow blinks and staring at each other, they were both so unsure of when they fell asleep or what was happening.

the only thing they were certain of was that pulling away from each other was the last thing they were going to do. instead, sleepy mouths be damned, magnus tipped alec’s chin up, those big hazel eyes blinking at him all unfocused and they kissed, alec’s fingertips pressed against his chest, their breathing still the heavy kind that you found in sleep, soft and warm and comfortable.

Not Safe (C.H)

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warnings: cussing, mention of religion

A.N: i’m not christian so i’m sorry if any of what i say is offensive,, im trying not to mention as much religion…

His hands started to give out from holding his weight up for so long, so he hovered above on his elbows for support. That deepened the kiss. Tongue was everywhere, you wouldn’t even know what the goal was with this tongue. His crotch brushed against hers, a slight tough but enough to make him moan her name ever so loudly into her neck.

“Oh, Y/N,” he sighed into her neck. He placed small kisses on her neck and on her shoulder, moving back up to her neck. He was having the time of his life. As for her, she stared up at the ceiling. In lust? In desperation? Was she grabbing onto his shirt, desperate for a deeper touch? No. She stared at the ceiling, her eyes filled with boredom, her breathing stable, her body stiff as wood. The routine was simple and the same. Her five year long boyfriend would come over for steak and mashed potatoes for dinner with her parents, sometimes it was with mac and cheese when her mom felt adventurous! Then they’d go up to her room for their 7-8 study session, only to turn into an intense make out session. Or an intense make out session for him. But it never ended with sex. The Lord would not approve of premarital sex. Please do not break the routine.

He let out a grunt and placed one last kiss to her collarbone, letting out a deep sigh. He lifted his head above hers and touched their noses, rubbing his tip against hers. “God, I want to marry you,” he sighed. His eyes were still closed in lust as he savored her smell, the taste of her. Her eyes were wide open, her lips forming a fake smile to show him she was just as enthusiastic as he was. His eyes opened to meet hers and he returned a bigger smile to her. He kissed the tip of her nose and slowly made his way off of her, letting out a loud groan as he made his way up. He sat back on the bed and watched as she made her way up as well, her hair just slightly messed up from the slight head movements on the pillow, her lips glistening from spit and chap stick. Their eyes met and his smile turned into a smirk, proud of his work of art. She placed her hands in her lap and returned a small smile. He furrowed his eyebrows and reached up to move a strand of hair away from her face.

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“you know, when the sun sets, your skin looks like a really pretty color. i don’t know what it is, though. gold, maybe.”

your boyfriend smiles down at you from here he’s lying down beside you, his hand tracing soft patterns onto your bare hips. the sun outside is sleepy, already beginning to nestle itself in the horizon, where the sun-dappled waters lap silently against the sand. “gold isn’t a skin color,” he says back, his hand retreating to your hair. “if i were really gold, you’d leave me, ‘cause i’d look really metallic. and weird.” a laugh elicits from your lips, your fingers moving to his shoulder and then tracing patterns. “i wouldn’t leave you for the world, baby.”

calum smiles softly, a hint of a laugh playing at his eyes. “i don’t know if i could show you yet.” confusion erupts inside you, but he turns around and then it catches your eye - a little bird, on his shoulder, on the exact place you’d been tracing things on. and then below it, your name. “calum,” you breathe, “it’s beautiful.”

he turns again and then his hand catches your jaw, stroking it. “maybe it’s because you are, hm? you’re a goddess.” you feel a blush coat your cheeks as you look down shyly. “i love you so much, baby,” you say, quietly, and then you’re looking into his eyes while the sun sets, which is your favorite thing.

his eyelashes are dappled with the sunlight, his skin that color you’d tried to describe previously. you stroked his collarbones, his jawline, your mind working to figure out the exact color of his skin. “rose gold,” you said, “you’re rose gold, baby. you glimmer with this color on your skin because you’re so goddamn beautiful.” he smiles, softly, and then presses a kiss to your lips and speaks.

“i could be rose gold, honey, but you’re worth a million diamonds.”


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chloebennet We marched in our nations capitol today. I was moved to tears standing shoulder to shoulder with women and men from not just all around the country, but all around the world. A lot of you ask me why we march.. we march for equality. We march because women’s rights are human rights. We march because black lives matter and love is LOVE. We march because everyone woman has the right to her own fucking body. We march because we will NOT normalize a bigoted, sexist, racist, egotistical, stale Cheeto as our president. Today was incredible. 👊🏼👊🏽👊🏾👊🏿 To all of my sisters (and brothers) marching today wherever you are, remember to keep this fire!!🔥 Today was just the beginning. Meet with your friends, know who your representatives are, vote every TWO years not just every four. Be vocal. Stay politically active. Fight for those who can’t. This is the beginning. 🎀🎀🌸🌸 #womensmarchonwashington#womensmarch

Pikachu has a Z-Move. Red owns a Pikachu. Red using the Z-Move while keeping the same face from the battle animation that’s been shown. 

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“But the difference now is you’re not fighting this alone.”

April and Ram are clinging to each other, faces burried in a hug, fingers curling, hands moving across neck and shoulders. In a world in which so little make sense, they write their truths together. Word by word, they define every feeling, their fear, their yearning for safety. Comfort. Until there is something they can understand. Someone who holds them in place. A friend. Ram pulls April close to him, his arms across her chest, as if he can hold her beating heart inside it. As if he can anchor it to the space between them. And she can anchor him.

Imagine telling Deadpool you’re pregnant.

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“What in the ass,” Deadpool whispered to himself as he watched you from across the street. You were talking to Peter Parker on a bus bench, he was clearly comforting you. His hand moved around your shoulder and his head was next to yours, saying something in your ear. You shoot a glance up at the man, wiping tears from your face.

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