no i don't have better things to do

Phone call with my parents just now:

Mom: So Dad’s been looking at real estate in Pittsburgh, he wants to help you buy and fix up a house! What do you think about that?

[insert discussion about Responsible Adult Things like owning real estate]

Mom: So what’s going on with you?

Me: I…just spent a large amount of money on plane tickets to visit Finland and Germany this summer. *sweats*

20 Questions Tag

Thank you to the lovely @parkjiminer for tagging me! LY CATHY 😚😚

rules: answer the 20 questions and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better

nicknames: people call me soph but other than that I don’t really have any nicknames

gender: female

star sign: libra/ scorpio (my personality I think is more like a libra though)

height: 170cm (5ft 7in)

time right now: 5:32pm

last thing I googled: good pun jokes 😂

favorite bands: oh my I like so many bands but just to name a few it would be bts, exo, monsta x, seventeen, k.a.r.d, nct, got7, ikon, shinee (there are sooooo many more but the list would get too long)

fave solo artists: dean, elo, Jay Park, loco, gray, dok2, tablo, sik-k, taeyeon, yezi, zion T, crush, babylon (again there are so so many more but the list would be too long)

song stuck in my head: frank ocean - swim good

last movie I watched: oh my ummmm I think it was Beauty & The Beast 🌹

last show I watched: the flash 🏃

when did you create your blog: 15th June 2016 (ahhhhhh its almost a year old! I hadn’t even realised oh my!)

what do you post: Park Jimin and ot7 BTS

when did your blog reach its peak?: hmmmmm I wouldn’t like to say that it has reached its peak as then I feel that it can only go down hill from there. So I’m going to say that it’s on its way

do you have other blogs: nope

do you get asks regularly: no I don’t, but I love receiving them and even though I’m on semi-hiatus at the moment I will get round to answering any asks that are sent through as soon as I can  my ask box is always open so don’t be shy and say hi

why did you choose your url: because I love his nickname jiminie as I think it’s so adorable and I just love park jimin

following: 535

posts: 4,207

hogwarts house: Gryffindor

pokémon team: I haven’t played it

favorite colors: light blue and white 😊

average hours of sleep: 5 or 6 on average

lucky numbers: 2 and 11

fave characters: I have no idea 😂

what am I wearing now?: leggings and a baggy jumper

how many blankets do you sleep with: I don’t sleep with blankets but I have one duvet

dream job: probably travelling around the world. Not sure what I would do though but most likely taking photos

dream trip: oh my there are so many places I would like to explore! Seoul is definitely at the top of the list but I would also like to go to America and other European countries such as the Nordic countries

I tag: @rosejimin @minyoongislaysme @kawaiiikiwi @taesflower @kittaee @lieparkjimin @mochi-jiminiee @jimissi @summersdaytae @kookinthetae @ackward-maknae @princeofchinajunhui @mochijimini @arsejimin @chimchimshi @pjminis @02memo @parkejimins @liemp3 @prettymochi @puppyoongs @bwiggukie

anonymous asked:

You know what's even shittier about this? Sjm knows these criticisms of her, especially now that her own author friends have spoken about it. She still doesn't try to improve. How do you defend someone like that. The ideal should be that she wrote some bad things, but she ackowledged and apologizef and got better. But she's ignoring it. How do you defend someone who refuses to improve? Yuck.

They think not wanting to write about people who aren’t straight cis and white is an opinion. Forcing diversity is not a thing, people are diverse without a reason. Pretending diversity doesn’t exist or needs a reason to exist is… not good. Let’s just say that

11 p.m. is for single mothers
who cradle a glass of wine in their fingers
and wait for the sound of a child crying
they hope will never come—
it always does.

12 a.m. is for high school students
to do homework they didn’t have time to do
after lacrosse practice and dance rehearsal—
they yearn to rest their tired eyes
but cannot.

1 a.m. is for sneaking into your bedroom
on a school night at seventeen,
reminding yourself how tired
you will be in the morning,
convincing yourself it was worth it.

2 a.m. is for star-crossed lovers
rolling in bed sheets smelling of
alcohol and tragic dreams that
ironically lull them to sleep.

3 a.m. is for hopeless romantics
wishing under late-night skies
for someone to talk to,
for someone who gets it.

And all of those people think
they’ve got it bad, but
when 4 a.m. rolls around the corner,
the past sinks into your veins—

4 a.m. is too late for anyone to save you,
for when 4 a.m. tells you,
“You can’t do this anymore,”
you believe it.

—  4 a.m.

my least favorite thing is where I don’t intentionally procrastinate and instead just suddenly find out that I totally didn’t do the thing and it is now too late

I hate that thing

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Captain Niall Horan, and his ships.

calligraphia

Victor’s conversational Japanese is far, far better than Yuuri’s Russian will ever be.

Yuuri can say ‘hello’ and ‘good luck’ and ‘how do I get to the airport from here’ and ‘do you have any advice on my combination jumps?’ in adequate Russian, though Yakov always lowers his brows and answers in gruff accented English. Victor can say all of those things in Japanese, but also things like, ‘I love the sound of the seagulls on the shore,’ and ‘Mama, tell Yuuri and Makkachin to stop ganging up on me,’ and ‘Axel! Lutz! Loop! Make sure you film this for the skating nerds, okay?’ Victor can manage a conversation with just about anyone, up to and including bearded grandpas who have never left Hasetsu and only speak in a Kyushu accent so thick that even normal tourists from the city have to ask them to repeat themselves. He fills in the gaps with hand gestures, asks for new words with total unselfconsciousness, and soaks up Yuuri’s language like a sponge.

On the other hand, Yuuri can reliably read street signs in St Petersburg, so he’s doing a lot better than Victor there. Victor’s way is to just do things and work it out as he goes along. He doesn’t do nearly as well at anything he has to study. Yuuri only got his head around English by studying and studying, and putting in hours of practice with a Russian primer comes easily to him. Victor gets bored after ten minutes of Japanese reading lessons.

“Show me your name, Yuuri,” he says at last. “I don’t need anything else.”

Yuuri writes it for him on the back of an old receipt from the onsen restaurant, and then, when Victor insists, talks him through each character. Victor exclaims over every one (cute! perfect! that’s exactly you, Yuuri!) until Yuuri laughs.

If, Yuuri thinks, he had stopped Victor stealing that receipt with a wink and slipping it ostentatiously into his wallet, he could have avoided a whole lot of embarrassment later. But at the time it only made him blush and laugh and avoid Victor’s eyes. At the time he still didn’t understand just how serious Victor was about him. It’s not until the time they’ve upended both their lives, moved Yuuri halfway across the world for the second time in a year, kissed and cried both in public and in private, and whispered promises to each other over the rings Yuuri bought them, that Yuuri is prepared to face up to the fact that Victor is truly as serious as a heart attack about him.

Of course by then he’s forgotten all about the receipt.

_

Really Yuuri should have been suspicious when Victor wouldn’t show him his costume for his comeback free skate, especially after the string of transparent excuses. “It’s not finished,” says Victor, and then, “It’s gone back to the costumier for tailoring, because your mama’s cooking made me gain weight, Yuuri!,” and finally the totally unconvincing, “no, it’s bad luck.”

“Isn’t that for weddings?” says Yuuri, and then, “Victor. Are you skating in a wedding costume?”

“No!” says Victor.

“You can’t wear a veil to hide your bald spot, old man,” says Yuuri.

“You’re so cruel,” says Victor. “Of course I’m not skating in a wedding outfit. That’s for our wedding skate.”

“Wedding skate?” says Yuuri, and eyes Victor suspiciously. Unfortunately it is completely impossible to tell the difference between Victor’s joking grin and his I-am-deadly-serious grin. “Victor, are we doing a wedding skate?”

“When you win gold,” says Victor airily. “Which you won’t if you don’t practice that flip, by the way, because you’re competing with a genius from now on. Go on! Listen to your coach!”

“You’re not so much of a genius that you don’t also need to practice, Vitya!” yells Yakov from across the rink. Yakov, Yuuri’s discovered, has incredible hearing.  “Get over here! Flirt in the off-season!”

Victor smirks and tosses his head and touches Yuuri’s hand tenderly and skates away to see what Yakov wants, already radiating who me? from every line of his body. Yuuri covers his giggle with his hand and goes to practice the quad flip.

He realises later that Victor successfully dodged telling Yuuri anything at all about his free skate costume. Yuuri’s seen bits of the program, and Victor’s played him the music, but he’s being secretive about how the whole thing fits together. Yuuri decides to let him get on with it. He knows how much Victor loves creating surprises. It makes something inside him melt when he thinks that Victor’s getting up early and practicing for hours before Yuuri gets to the rink just to make a surprise for him.

They’re a - a thing, now. A something. Yuuri doesn’t want to put words on it in case he ruins it. ‘Boyfriend,’ which is what the sports press is going with, doesn’t seem big enough anyway. Boyfriend is what Georgi is doing with his beautiful snowboarder Katya, and it’s about going to restaurants together and him bringing her flowers - not that Yuuri and Victor aren’t doing that, they went out for Italian last week, but it’s different. They’re just them. Victor is Victor and Yuuri is Yuuri, and together they’re together, and that’s all that matters. Victor kisses Yuuri’s ring and makes jokes about getting married, and Yuuri skates for him.

He’s the happiest he’s ever been in his life.

And on top of that they share a bed, and they share… other things. Things Yuuri finds hard to talk about unless he’s actually in bed, with Victor, and then the filth that he can whisper and mean shocks them both. His understanding of Eros is certainly improving.

“Don’t forget to make notes, Yuuri,” says Victor afterwards, once, while Yuuri is still panting. “You’re going to need all of this to beat me at Worlds.”

Yuuri very calmly picks up a pillow and puts it over Victor’s face and keeps it there while Victor kicks and laughs and protests that he’s being murdered, murdered! underneath him. He thinks that’s more than fair.

_

In the end Yuuri doesn’t get to see Victor’s free skate program until the Russian Nationals, and even then, thanks to the terrible timing of their respective national competitions, he’s watching it on a livestream from Tokyo instead of in real life. And he almost misses what Victor’s done, too caught up in the beautiful, beautiful skating to really look at the costume. No one, no one, skates like Victor Nikiforov. He’s beautiful; he’s more than just beautiful; he’s mesmerizing. And in the secret depths of his soul, Yuuri thinks that even the old Victor Nikiforov couldn’t skate like the man he’s watching on his phone’s too-small screen. He lets himself imagine that it’s because of him, and his heart is full.

Part of him is also wondering how on earth Victor expects him to beat a program like this at Worlds. He hasn’t held back at all. He’s been telling Yuuri this whole time that he’s going to win gold, while preparing a program like this for him to compete against? Once Yuuri would have assumed Victor had been lying every time he encouraged Yuuri to aim for the top of the podium. Now he knows better than that. He puts his hands over his face. Victor has so, so much faith in him.

And then through a crack between his fingers he sees the camera for the stream pan down Victor’s body as he holds his final pose.

“Victor has been inspired by his experiences in Japan, where he coached the supposedly washed-up Yuuri Katsuki to his astonishing silver medal in the Grand Prix,” says the English-speaking commentator in Yuuri’s headphones. “It’s clear that Japanese culture means a lot to him! We do not have a translation yet for the Japanese characters he has chosen to, er, include in his costume, but this acknowledgement shows the graciousness we have come to expect from Nikiforov -”

“Victor!” Yuuri squeaks. 

The little Victor on the screen is smiling as he waves, in a way that probably looks enigmatic to anyone who doesn’t know him. It’s like he knows Yuuri is watching. The cameraman zooms in on the characters the commentator is talking about, and Yuuri wants to die.

That’s Yuuri’s name, ‘included’ in Victor’s costume. Included, in that there’s a sparkling mesh window over Victor’s hip, and Yuuri’s name is quite clearly tattooed there.

Yuuri suddenly remembers Victor taking that receipt.

At exactly that moment he gets a text from Minako which is nothing but a keysmash.

Victor wins his Nationals, beating Yurio by a hair. Yuuri turns off his phone screen, lies down flat on his back, and tries not to die of blushing.

His phone beeps with another text. Yuuri scrambles to pick it up. It’s from Yurio.

😡😡😡😡😡👎‼, it says.

“Haha,” says Yuuri faintly.

mxvampirepunk  asked:

No matter what I'm feeling your dragons always lift me up (I LOVE DRAGONS, gonna be one in the after life) I'm currently really ill with essays due in, could you draw one please? It would really motivate me? (Don't worry if not, you're a human being, you may have other things on! ^^)

You won’t get any help from this one but good luck and get better soon!

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The only thing I have to do is be happy with myself - and I am! I want to be able to eat a burger without someone having their say about my figure. I’m not particularly dainty by nature and don’t plan to starve myself to change that. Girls should accept themselves the way they are. And others need to be more accepting of us too - we deserve more respect! I like myself the way I’m and would never starve in order to look the way others expect me to. There will always be people who criticize me, and I’m a very sensitive person, but I have learnt to care less about what people think. In the past year I’ve become far more confident and now I’m happier and more relaxed than I’ve ever been! 

i wish i could do things right and i wish i had motivation to get up

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Sim Request - Kiara Quintyn

A casual laid back sim for @unicorn-princess-kiara! I hope you like her!

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Note: I only dressed her for everyday, so you will have to decide her other outfits.

CC List

Eyes |  Skins 1 2 | Eyeliner | Hair | Lips | Top | Tattoo | Jeans | Freckles | Earrings

Thank you to all the creators!

Why Haikyuu!! is better that Yuri!!! On Ice

we can agree on the goddamn spellings of shit and I don’t have to tag the same thing with 201438339747 different spellings

You’re not ‘messed up’. You’re human, and humans vary quite a bit! Your normal may be vastly different from someone else’s normal. That’s okay! You’re still a person. You still deserve respect.

I agree this scene was heartbreaking on so many levels. It was heartbreaking for Sherlock realizing how very strong John felt, it was heartbreaking for the fact that Sherlock was even willing to pop in and offer to help with the baby at all only to be turned away, and it was heartbreaking that Molly had to be the one to do it. Honestly, this is one of the first times that we’ve seen a moment like this with Molly and Sherlock. Not that it was ultimately her doing, but it was a rare moment where Molly made Sherlock truly sad and it was just painful to watch, partly because she hated every second of it.

*sigh* I feel like there’s some opportunities to turn some of the things in this ep into something shippy, but I honestly don’t feel like it. I know it’s silly, seeing as she’s a fictional character, but it’s like I can’t get into any of that stuff with Mary having just died. Like, it almost feels disrespectful to take this episode and turn it into something super fluffy and happy. I absolutely know it’s not disrespectful in reality, so don’t anybody get offended! It’s totally fine if any writers want to do that and it helps them move forward. I’m just saying that for me personally I’ll need a bit of time.

Sorry, I know that was totally off topic from your ask, anon. I just started thinking and it came out in the post lol. Anyway, thanks for sending this and you have a nice day too! ;)

i can’t believe philip and lukas filming that “sex tape” was never properly discussed. literally nothing in the show has made it seem like it was a bad thing to do. as if filming someone in an intimate situation without their consent is an okay way to act if it helps you. i’m just overall disappointed how the show keeps treating rose and it needs to get better !!

INTPs and 'Can't'

INTP: So I’m thinking of luring an asshole out into the woods so I can find out the inner mechanics of the human body on a live specimen, that way I can also have a bit of an understanding on the degrees of pain on the body-

ENFP: YOU CAN’T DO THAT!

INTP: *cocks eyebrow*

ENFP: … you shouldn’t do that?

INTP: Better.

ENFP: You’re not actually going to do it though… right?

INTP: Obviously not, killers get caught. Even if it’s only when they’re old and grey. I wouldn’t do well in jail.

ENFP: Ya, you’d get bored and actually go insane.

INTP: What? Why would I be worried about that? Sanity is relative. No, no, my problem would be all the people!

ENFP: Of course. Yes. Because that’s the sane thing to be concerned about with going to jail.

INTP: *waves dismissively* The point is I don’t want to go there.