Some of you are saying that the citizens of Hasetsu probably think Viktor is just Yuuri’s eccentric foreign boyfriend and I cannot say how much I agree.
“What a nice young man,” says Tamura-san, who used to run the fish shop in town and now usually sits beside the register and chats with customers while her grandson rings them up. She was born before ice skating was declared an Olympic sport and has absolutely no idea who Viktor Nikiforov is.
“Yes, we’re very glad to have Vicchan staying with us!” Hiroko says of Viktor, who’s standing behind her cradling fifteen pounds of tuna and smiling brightly at Tamura-san.
“How good of you to follow Yuu-chan home after he graduated!” Tamura-san continues, about ten decibels louder than she needs to. Tamura-san is about 87% deaf in her old age, but nobody has the heart to tell her so. “You must love him very much!”
Viktor, who has no idea what she’s just said to him but who heard Yuuri’s name, just blindly says, “Oh yes!” and grins even brighter.
“Have you seen Viktor Nikiforov?” demands a rabid paparazzo of some poor fisherman just trying to do his job.
“Who?” asks the fisherman, frowning at the lens of the camera.
“He’s tall? Foreign? Silver hair?”
“You mean Katsuki-kun’s boyfriend?” says the fisherman. Katsuki-kun’s boyfriend had run by ten minutes before with his poodle in tow, European synth pop blasting so loud from his headphones that it could be heard for a full minute both before and after he ran past. The fisherman doesn’t exactly know where Katsuki-kun found that guy, but he looks at Katsuki-kun like he hung the stars, so the fisherman can’t blame him.
In the end, he tells the paparazzo to go the opposite direction of the one he just saw Katsuki-kun’s boyfriend go.
A girl from Hasetsu graduates high school the summer Yuuri returns from America and is inspired by his experiences to go to college in America as well. She arrives in her freshman year dorm room and is greeted by a poster of Viktor Nikiforov hung up by her roommate.
“Why do you have a picture of Viktor?” she asks, bewildered. Viktor is wearing a pair of black slacks and a bright pink shirt unbuttoned almost to his navel.
“Oh, you know who Viktor Nikiforov is?” her roommate asks, excitedly.
“Do YOU?” the girl asks, incredulous. Viktor is known to her as “That foreign guy that followed Yuuri back from America when he came home” and also as Viktor-Who-Puts-Jam-In-His-Tea-Like-Who-Even-Does-That. Certainly not as Viktor Nikiforov, Five-Time World Figure Skating Champion and definitely not as Viktor-Who-Deserves-To-Be-On-Someone’s-Wall.
Come October, Viktor has started introducing HIMSELF to people as Viktor I’m Yuuri’s Boyfriend. While half of Russia reads articles about Figure Skating’s Living Legend, a sleepy town in Japan wakes up every morning to Yuuri’s Boyfriend Viktor wheeling through town on his bike with Yuuri and Their Cute Dog.
I’ve seen a lot of posts about humans pack-bonding with frankly everything, no matter how big, scary, threatening, lethal or oozy.
But you know what I haven’t seen?
Humans entrusting their young to their pack-bonded friends. Because that’s a thing we do. We entrust our children to our friends. We entrust our children to our dogs. We befriend the biggest, meanest, scariest shit, and then we dump our defenseless, hasn’t-even-got-a-fully-fused-skull-yet offspring on them. Half for shits-and-giggles, half because it’s cute, mostly because children are exhausting and we need a nanny.
In Legally Blonde, Elle says the famous words, “what, like it’s hard?”
It’s become some sort of a mantra for female students applying to and starting law school. As kickass as this moment was in the movie, however, there’s something very important to note here.
She says these words in reference to getting into law school, not actually attending law school, which, as you recall, she immediately struggles with.
Getting into law school is deceptively simple. There are no prerequisites. Elle’s undergrad had nothing to do with law, or anything even in the humanities. Her focus was in fashion.
All it takes to get into a law school is to have gone through undergrad and to have taken the LSAT. There is no “passing” score on the LSAT, and you will be able to find a law school that accepts you somewhere in the USA if you have taken it at all. It won’t be a good law school, but it will be a law school.
Getting into a good law school, like Harvard, requires a good GPA and LSAT score. If you have a 3.9 GPA and 175+ LSAT, you’re almost guaranteed to get into Harvard Law.
I will not downplay what an impressive feat this is, but you still need to realize that both a high undergrad GPA and a high LSAT score are things that to some, come easily. We all know those kids in college who got straight A’s without trying, and kids who did well on standardized tests (like the SAT) without really trying.
Elle had a 4.0 GPA (so yes, she’s smart), and yes she struggled with increasing her LSAT practice score but she still got a 179 (a score I actually never heard of in real life) on the first try. Meaning, she’s a great test taker.
This has very little to do with how one feels while in law school.
At most law schools, you do not have any exams until the finals. Instead you are expected to only keep taking in information, without being tested on them in any formal manner, and you need to do this in ridiculous volume and speed. You need to be reading cases for 4, 5 classes that all meet nearly everyday, and retaining all this information. It’s not easy. It’s not designed to be easy.
The film made this as clear as it could. Elle’s struggles with getting into Harvard were not even half the battle. It was a cute, fun montage of her studying for the LSAT and putting together a video essay. Once law school starts, she initially crashes and burns, in more ways than one. And then she realizes she really needs to get her shit together.
It can be very discouraging for these hopeful Elle Woodses to start law school and then realize how difficult it is in comparison to everything they’ve done before. But it’s important to remember that their heroine, Elle Woods, struggled, too. You can do it. You can get through it. Just remember:
Oikawa is actually a very safe driver. Look, he’s even using turn signals… sort of.
Full disclosure: I saw this star wars fanart a week and a half ago and thought “So cute!! I want to draw something like that, but with an HQ team.” Then I put that thought away until I made this piece this weekend… And upon review discovered I unintentionally copied even the same vehicle… so… full credit for the idea to OP. I just wanted to draw something summery with the seijoh kiddos for a new desktop wallpaper/header img ;;;
Study breaks are really important, but sometimes it can be difficult to think of what to do, or even know what kind of break to take. So here are some suggestions for breaks depending on how you’re feeling at the time.
Some generic multipurpose breaks:
Yoga or guided meditation.
Moisturise your hands, or paint your nails.
Go to the toilet, and get a drink.
Go for a walk.
Play a game online.
Listen to some music.
Write down a bit of your daydream.
Make a meal.
Play with a pet.
Read an article/wiki page
For when you’re overwhelmed:
Have a relaxing shower with a favourite body wash.
Make sure to step away from your study space, this is important.
Go for a walk; do a short yoga routine, or a 15 minute guided meditation.
Talk to a friend or parent, see if they can give you some support.
Give yourself a treat - like a packet of chocolate buttons, or something small you enjoy. Eat them, and savour them, away from your desk.
For when nothing seems to be coming together:
Make a to-do list of what needs to be done.
Look at the task as if you’ve never seen it before.
Have lunch or a snack, or nice drink. Do it away from your desk.
Do something you enjoy, like reading a bit of a book, or playing a playlist you like.
Talk to someone about the problem; ideally a supportive parent, friend, or teacher
For when you are stressed and want to rip your hair out:
Shower, or have a bath.
Watch funny videos online, or read those funny reviews, like the Haribo gummy bears ones.
A short yoga or guided meditation video can really help (and I’m not one of those ‘yay, yoga’ people, but it can really help).
Do something you are capable of doing without much stress - this could be a chore, a hobby, or something random you like.
Make yourself a drink you enjoy, make it as special as you can, and then find somewhere else to drink it.
When you are bored:
Engage in productive procrastination.
Learn a new skill - such as a basic crochet stitch, or how to start a fire without a lighter.
Watch a TedTalk, or short documentary on YouTube.
Make a study playlist, try to include some music you’ve not heard before.
Find a new recipe to try / place to visit.
Play a quick game online - bingo, pictionary, etc.
When you are hungry, but the bored kind of hungry:
Try eating something that takes longer to prepare. Not just a snack that’s quick to grab, but something that takes a little more time. Cut up your fruit, make it look nice; make several snacks that can be stored for latter or another day.
Take a few minutes to some pictures of your study space or notes, edit them and make them into a post ready to pop on your blog.
Go for a wander. It needn’t be outside, even walking around the stacks in a library and looking for some interesting titles can give you a break (and an inflated reading list, so do this one at your peril).
Paint your nails, or do some cuticle maintenance by moisturising them.
Spend five minutes on Pinterest looking at ideas for crafts or something you enjoy (make sure to set a timer for this, it’s easy to be distracted).
When you haven’t taken a break in a while because breaks are for wussies:
Read about the Pomodoro method and how it helps boost productivity. Use a free timer app to give it a go.
Zentangle, relaxation colouring, going to the toilet, etc.
Just chil-lout. Seriously, do something to relax yourself. You need a break!
When literally anything is more interesting than what you’re supposed to be doing:
Go for a short walk, or do a few stretches away from your study space.
Watch a TedTalk on something interesting or a totally random subject.
Find an article/wiki page on something you know nothing about. Remember to limit yourself, time-wise, on this sort of thing.
Organise your bag/folder/pencil case (anything small you have on you).
Listen to some music in a target language/language you would like to learn.
When something keeps distracting you:
If it’s something you can get rid of, try to do that.
If it’s something you need to do, if possible, then to do it.
If it’s a thought that won’t go away, take five minutes and write it down in as much detail as you can, and then put it away for later.
Leave your study space for a moment, get up and walk around a bit, maybe stretch your neck, back and arms.
Tell your pet what’s wrong. Bonus if you do this in another language.
For when you feel like giving up:
This is a good time to step away from your work and doing something else entirely for a little while. Take a longer break, watch an episode of a show you like, or browse for some new music, read a bit of a book.
Take a shower.
Make yourself a drink and something to eat, and eat it away from your desk. Relax a bit while you’re doing so, and set up a pomodoro-style timer when you get back to studying, so you can remember you’ll soon have another break.
Engage in a small act of kindness.
Pet a cute fluffy friend.
When you feel entirely unproductive:
Perform some productive procrastination! Vacuum the house; wipe down a window, scrub the kitchen tiles, reorganise your underwear drawer. Pick a chore that needs doing and do that. Honestly, even just tidying a bookshelf, or taking your washing out of your room, or packing away some clothes can help. Do something where you will be able to see a visible difference that your actions have made.
Spend half an hour on a hobby you like - knit, make origami swans, fiddle around with a robotics project.
That thing you’ve been putting off? Go on, go and do it, and tick it off your check-list.
I hope that these give you a few ideas for much-needed, and productivity-boosting breaks.
🎶🎵 There is an indentation in the shape of you, you made your mark on me, a golden tattoo 🎵🎶
This line from Dress obviously made a mark on me, or I wouldn’t have made it my url. But I’ve been thinking about it even more.
Someone submitted to @taytaysbeard that it might have been inspired by or reference the flash tattoos from Drake’s party, having a pair of golden wings while she attended with Karlie who just happens to be a ‘Victoria’s Secret Angel supermodel woman’ who wore a pair of golden wings. And indeed it might.
But the more I thought about it, I remembered this:
Once upon a time, there was a blind that Taylor might have gotten a secret tattoo in a private place. Despite the more revealing outfits of the reputation era, there are still bits of Taylor we haven’t seen. Supposing for a moment that those rumors were true, it’s possible that this anon was right about the subject matter.
And imo, a colored sunflower or sunshine tattoo could certainly be considered ‘a golden tattoo.’
“i picked up your bag at the airport but i can’t find your number so i’m about to embark on the largest scavenger hunt of all time by using your strange belongings to track you down” au
“Honey, I’m home!” Stiles calls out as he wrestles his roll bag over their entry mat.
“That’s still not funny,” Scott says, without looking up from his textbook.
“Once again, we disagree.”
Scott snorts. “How was the trip?”
“Fine,” he says, plopping down right in the middle of the living room to start unpacking. “Typical conference. Some sessions were actually interesting, most were boring as shit.”
Scott hums, already absorbed again in his reading. Stiles reaches for the zipper on his suitcase but then freezes—this is definitely the same brand as his suitcase, but he doesn’t remember this extra zippered pocket on the top.
Stiles grimaces. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t my suitcase. Goddamn it.”
Scott finally looks up, frowning. “Shit, really? How’d you manage that?”
“It was a redeye,” Stiles says, running a hand through his hair. “I was exhausted, in fucking LaGuardia, and I was just trying to get out of there as fast as humanly possible.”
“Is there a name on it? Are you sure it’s not yours?”
“Pretty sure,” Stiles says, feeling around the sides for the pocket. He sighs when he pulls out the little card and sees that it’s blank. “Motherfucker. This is definitely not my suitcase because I’m actually smart enough to put my name on it.”
“Sorry, man,” Scott says sympathetically as Stiles falls back on the rug with an anguished groan.
“What the hell am I supposed to do now?”
“Open it,” Scott suggests. “Maybe there’s something with their name on it.”
Stiles fiddles with the zipper. He’s nosy as hell, in general, and normally he’d be jumping at the chance to rifle through someone else’s personal belongings. But…
“What if there’s like, dead bodies in there or something?” he asks, and Scott just stares at him for a second. Stiles rolls his eyes—that’s a perfectly valid concern. Or maybe he watches too many police procedurals, whatever. “Okay, fine.”
Stiles holds his breath as he slowly unzips the suitcase, but nothing happens when he lets the top part flop back onto their crappy, threadbare rug. There’s a Dodgers hat on top, and Stiles grimaces. “Well, they have shitty taste in baseball teams.”
He sets the hat carefully aside and keeps digging. The person is neat, whoever they are, because everything is folded, and all the dirty clothes are even all contained in their own zippered bag. At first glance, there’s nothing too out of the ordinary—phone charger, American Gods, Calvin Klein briefs. Fancy, he thinks. There’s a monogrammed leather toiletry bag (DSH, he commits those initials to memory), and he pokes through it.
“I’m gonna make an educated guess that it’s a guy.”
“Why’s that?” Scott says, finally looking somewhat interested in this mystery.
Stiles holds up an electric razor. “And that he’s maybe not totally straight,” he says, brandishing a little bottle of lube that’s about three-quarters full.
Scott rolls his eyes. “Lots of people use lube.”
“Yeah, but do you travel with it?” Stiles counters, and Scott sighs.
“No,” he admits. “Did you find anything with his actual name on it?”
“Not yet,” Stiles says absently. He continues to rifle through the bag until he’s pretty sure he has his plan of attack. “Okay. I’m gonna find out who it is,” he says with a determined nod, and Scott frowns.
“How? This is New York City! There are literally millions of dudes here.”
“It’ll be like a real-life scavenger hunt,” Stiles says dreamily, ignoring Scott as he carefully lays his three chosen items out on the coffee table. “This is awesome.”
EVEN:(Omg ok so I saw him at the first day of school but talked to him the first time on the 7th october around 19.20 and our first kiss - after we had an almost kiss at the 21st october was on the 30th october when we were supposed to go to a halloween party and broke into a pool and we spent the whole weekend together cuddling and being cute but after that it was confusing and our first time doing more than kissing was on the 25th of november - he is in my phone under mannen i mitt liv since the 26th btw - but id say really really together are we since Isak told me ‘du er ikke alene’ which meant more than ‘i love you’ at the time and that was the 9th of december) Like half a year ago or something.
Billy would totally set up a Power Rangers Instagram and Twitter and they would post pictures and stuff. No one can hack him obviously. Plus no one else knows they're called the "Power Rangers" so it would get their name out there lol.
YES OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS OKAY LET ME JUST
Zordon would absolutely disapprove because it’s too risky but they don’t care.
Billy gives them all the password and the entire account is them in their suits in progressively ridiculous poses.
They make the picture of them dabbing their icon.
One day Billy tags Jason in one picture by reflex and immediately corrects himself but he legit felt his heart stop for half a second.
People following the account start commenting on how the Red ranger and the Pink ranger would make a cute couple and Trini gets gradually more annoyed and grumpy for days and nobody knows why until one day she scrolls through the comments and
@PowerRangerFan: Pink and Red forever @KimHart: ew gross they seem more like brother and sister to me @JayScott: I agree
she feels a little better after that
For Pride Month, they take a very dramatic picture with their respective pride flags as capes and caption it “NONE OF US ARE STRAIGHT, DEAL WITH IT”. Even if she is wearing a mask, Trini feels so good about finally sort of coming out, along with all of her friends. Jason too, but he doesn’t say anything. This same evening, his Dad tells him how much he loves him and would always love him no matter what, out of the blue, Jason is confused but very happy.
Zack posts 7 selfies of himself in a row like “me in a pit”, “me with a cool tree”, “me and a rock I found on the ground”, “me and a second rock I found on the ground” etc. He also posts a video of him yelling “I LOVE MY MOM” in the mountains so it echoes. Trini deletes all of his selfies but leaves the video.
Kim posts a video saying “I need people to know that my boobs aren’t that big, the suit is a lie. That’s all, have a good day. Oh and also, I’m not dating Red please stop with this nonsense. Okay bye!”