not sure if you can tell but i was a bit bored

I might be completly wrong in this and yall have free pass to come scrub it in my face when YOI ends, but like…. I don’t think the whole point of the show is having an antagonist?

Yes, compared to what we know of almost every character (and the writers put some effort in telling why they skate, what are their motivations and a little bit of everyone’s past), Viktor can seem a little… Off? Because the writers don’t dwell as much on his thoughts, and there’s very little we know about him (except he likes surprising people and he’s bored of winning at this point).

(I mean, look at this smile. It looks really fucking fake, even for someone thats 24/7 cheery af like Viktor.)

And while this might seem a bit iffy, considering we’re already halfway to the end of the show, I kind of just want to point out that Yuri on Ice is, mainly, about Yuuri (duh, Heloisa, you say, but hold on a second). And Yuuri’s development is really tightly walking together with Viktor’s. Through those episodes, it’s clear that Yuuri has a lot of talent and skill. He is perfectly capable of suceeding (as shown by the perfect copy of Viktor’s routine that won him another gold), except for the fact that he’s insecure and a very anxious person. He still pretty much anxious, even by episode 6, when he is able to perform Eros perfectly, as shown by the fact that he is freaking out about being first place. But I think that this is where Viktor comes through: Yuuri is dealing with his feelings way better this time. He is opening up to someone, which we all know he’s very wary of doing. He doesn’t like showing weakness, don’t like people thinking less of him. But he feels safe when Viktor is listening (the beach scene anyone?). And that’s really important! This is a really nice example of a healthy relationship.

(This is actually the most pure scene is the story of media, fight me on this.)

So, back to my point. Until now, he have been following closely Yuuri’s story, since his failure at the Grand Prix (that wrecked him) and his decision to get back up, to try ice skating, to go “well, I really love this thing, and so I’m going to keep trying, even if my body hurts and I’m tired and upset still”. When Viktor shows up, this resolve strenghtens, and Viktor puts him back on intensive training. Not only that, but Viktor urges him to be more confident and sure of himself. Viktor makes himself available to Yuuri, pushing ever so slightly until Yuuri is able to come to him and talk about what he’s feeling. But! There’s one more thing. It’s not only Yuuri that’s benefiting from it.

(Compare this man’s joy in this pic to the first one. I mean… Yuuri isn’t even close to winning the Grand Prix yet, but Viktor is more happy at his routine – this is before the scores came out – than when he won the gold medal for the 500th time.)

Some speculations have surfaced about Viktor being a very lonely person, which might or might not be true. But well. He was a child prodigy, reached fame at a very young age, and has been in the spotlight ever since, grew under it, every move hyperanalysed to exhaustion. As charming and extroverted as the guy is, that must be tiring. Which probably had a huge impact on his decision to just drop his career and go “well, look at this kid performing my routine better than I did. It would be a shame if I didn’t fly to Japan to coach him”. While we aren’t 100% sure of his full motivations (except Viktor does say that Yuuri creates music when he performs, and that sounds pretty much enough of a motivation, considering that Viktor wants to surprise and be surprised and wants passion, most of all) and past and wishes, etc, etc. What we have of Viktor right now is his development very strongly intertwined with Yuuri’s.

And, I mean… Viktor looks absolutely thrilled with Yuuri. Even more than Yuuri himself because, even when he’s building his confidence, Yuuri is still aware that a) people aren’t taking him that seriously just yet, b) everyone wants Viktor back to performing and c) most think Viktor is wasting his time. So, honestly, tha fact that Yuuri basically raises the middle finger (although, yes, metaphorically) with his performance to every single one of these people, because he doesn’t care how much they cry out, he did fucking stole Viktor. Deal with it, he says. So it’s safe to assume Viktor is more than slightly encouraging Yuuri to think like that.

Would all of this be necessary if Viktor was only doing this because he wants to create a new competitor worth of his time (when, I don’t know, Yurio seems strong enough to steal Viktor of his first place without so much extra care)? Would all this endless flirting and touching and intimacy be necessary to build up Yuuri’s confidence? Would Viktor actually say Yuuri to seduce him just to, you know, build His Straight Friend confidence? Would Viktor do all of this just to get more attention, when the reactions of everyone of their closeness isn’t even of shock at this point? Like, Phichit posts a picture of Viktor half naked all over Yuuri on the internet and the worries are “will people think I’m fooling around before competition?” and not that he’s fooling around with Viktor instead? Besides some embarassed reactions like Minami watching them hug, the whole affectionate thingy isn’t really a surprise anymore. Sure, photographers took a lot of pictures of Viktor and Yuuri hugging during the Chugoku, Shikoku, and Kyushu Championship but, as showed on episode 6, Viktor is all over Yuuri any chance he’s got.

On live television, also… Just like Yuuri’s love confession (also, I super recommend reading this post on Yuuri’s speech. Just read all of OP’s posts because great analysis! And great translations!).

So, anyway, my point is that, if Viktor is doing this for pure and only his personal gain, he takes his objectives really fucking overboard and should get some sort of acting prize.

And my other point is that, if the show ends up making Viktor some sort of evil-only self-absorbed selfish douchebag, it won’t be a plot twist, it will be bad writing and very misleading (and I’m not only saying this because of the past episodes: both the open and ending of the anime are very upbeating; the tone of the anime and its writing are overall light, even when dealing with hard issues; etc).

Also can we just drop the whole narrative of same sex/gender relationships always having heavy drama, because it’s really getting tiring at this point. The drama is the Grand Prix, it’s all these fucking skaters trying their best and falling and getting up again, it’s the literal depression Yuuri went through and is trying to get out of with the help of Viktor and everyone else. That’s enough drama, don’t yall think?

Naughty Girl

Originally posted by eventhedevilwasonceanangel

Imagine: Running away and getting punished by Klaus, while Rebekah, Elijah, and Hayley are in the house, and can hear you.


You stumbled around blindly, collapsing into the house, rolling over and resting at your boyfriend’s feet. You were in wolf form, totally and utterly bored, so you decided to go for a run, like the proud hybrid you were, and didn’t tell Klaus. Your brown ears perked up when you heard Klaus growl. You sighed and struggled to breath as your bones cracked and reformed. Klaus frowned, throwing you a blanket. You gratefully wrapped it around your nude body.


He stood up roughly, ignoring Elijah’s warning stare. “Y/N!” he roared. “Where were you for the past two days!?”


You bit your lip. “I was bored.” you whispered.


His anger turned into a smirk. “Well then you should’ve just told me.”


Elijah coughed, “Niklaus, Rebekah and Hayley are in the house. With supernatural hearing, mind you. Don’t you think you can refrain from… pleasuring Y/N until then?”


Klaus tossed you over his shoulder, making sure the blanket was still securely wrapped around you. “We’ll be quiet.” he grinned, vamp-speeding the two of you to his room. He tossed you on the bed, kicking the door closed his his foot. “You’ve been a bad little hybrid.” he cooed. “Naughty girl.” he hissed.


Your primal urges as half-wolf broke free. “I have. I’ve been a bad girl and you need to teach me a lesson.” you licked your lips.


Klaus grinned, and you resisted the urge to poke his dimples. “Bad hybrids get punished by their alpha’s. Especially ones who run away for two days.”


You were tired of waiting. You climbed on top of him, pushing him into the soft mattress. “Klaus,” you whined for him. You grinded your core against him, smirking when you felt his erection probing at you. He growled loudly, flipping you over and pushing your head into the pillow, so your ass was out to him.


“I’m the alpha, Y/N. Not you!” he snarled, kissing the back of your neck. He rubbed his member against your ass, groaning in pleasure. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the moment. You whimpered, finally switching your body so you were facing him. You captured his lips with yours. You grinned at him and passionately bit at his lower lip, tugging it.


He moaned, tugging the blanket off your shoulder and removing his shirt. Your eyes were alight with arousal as you glanced at the large tent where his manhood was. You tugged off his belt, ripping his pants down the middle. He moaned out, pushing you onto your knees. You licked your lips, pulling off his briefs and taking him into your mouth. He cursed loudly, “Fuck, Y/N! Yeah! Suck your alpha’s cock! Ah, fuck!” he thrusted into the back of your throat, groaning when you gagged around him. You gently sucked, pumping the parts you couldn’t take, and licking what you could.


“Your mouth needs to be fucked.” he moaned. He twirled your hair through his fingers, watching you suck him off. “Y/N, I-I’m coming!” he shouted, releasing long spurts of warm cum into her mouth. She swallowed everything, not missing anything.


Klaus smirked, pulling her back onto the bed and pinning her arms above your head. “You don’t get to move, that’s your punishment, little hybrid.” he grinned.


You whimpered when he lowered his mouth onto your core. He rubbed your clit with his thumb, gently running his tongue along your slit, smirking against you when he heard you moan. He pushed his tongue into you. You resisted the urge to buck your hips. Klaus was holding your hips to move you closer to him, still going in and out with his tongue. You were panting, almost ready for release. He was going slow on purpose.


You squealed as he removed his mouth, shoving two fingers inside your wet core. “You’re so wet for me.” he laughed. “You’re so easy to please.”


You grinded against his fingers, swiveling your hips to create more friction. He sighed, pulling out his fingers. “Bad Y/N. I said not to move.”


Without warning he thrusted into you, going incredibly fast. You choked out when he found your g-spot. You moaned loudly, throwing your head back in ecstasy. He kept thrusting, transferring into the speed of an original. A string of moans flew from your lips. It was all pleasure, at this inhuman speed. “You like my big cock, pounding into you like the naughty girl you are.” he moaned as you clenched your walls around him. “You like when your alpha fucks you like a hybrid king should, fast and hard.”


“Yes! Yes! I love your big cock! Making me cum and filling me up!” you shouted. “I’m coming! I’m coming!”


He pulled out so quickly, it left you breathless. “I want to come. Please let me come, Klaus.” you whimpered, thrusting your hips at air, begging for any release.


His eyes glittered, “Okay then.” The next time he hit your g-spot you collapsed under him, screaming as you released. He was soon after, releasing into your infertile body with long, thick ropes. You cuddled into his chest. “I should run away more often.”


He rolled his eyes, pulling the blanket over your sweaty bodies. “Well, then Elijah will be having more hissyfits, complaining about how loud we were.”


“So much for being quiet.”

Deets on my 700 Follower Celebration

Yes, I just said the word “deets.”

The votes are in! The two characters that will be taking over my blog are….. *drumroll*

  • Sunday: Dean
  • Monday: Castiel

I am actually really stoked about this, and I hope you all are too! But before we get to the fun and games, we have to discuss some boring ground rules.

  • Only accepting through my ask box.
  • You can basically ask them anything you want! Advice, random facts, you can even just tell them about your life or what you ate for breakfast, just make sure to keep it sfw ya’ll.
  • You can talk to them anon or not, but I will only be accepting asks for each one on their respective day. So if you want to ask Dean a question, you can only ask it on Sunday.
  • Feel free to spam my inbox, I don’t mind one bit!
  • Because of timezone reasons, make sure to incorporate the character’s name that you are talking to in there some how (like “Hello Dean!”), just so that Monday morning I can differentiate between which is for what character.
  • Have fun with this! Get creative, give me a challenge if you feel up to it, but just make sure you’re having fun talking to the characters we all love. xoxo
LA daddy in search for his little

Name: luis
Age: 21
Gender: male
Prefer: female
Role: daddy
Looking for: I’m in search for a little who’s very sweet kind loving someone who knows what love feels someone his been hurt that will tell me that you have an idea of how that feels to be played or faked I want someone near me or that’s fine with LDR someone who won’t msg me then stop talking just cause someone else Msged you i can go on forever but I’d be boring to read to much you can msg me for a bit more descriptive msg
About me: I love romance love to talk as much as possible feel love feel wanted not just feel that also give it back I just wanna believe there’s someone out there for me someone who enjoys music movies chats and is very carrying jealous clingy age doesn’t bother me if your fine with it risky move but I’m sure your wise msg me on here for my kik!

LA daddy looking for a little

Name: luis
Age: 21
Gender: male
Prefer: female
Role: daddy
Looking for: I’m in search for a little who’s very sweet kind loving someone who knows what love feels someone his been hurt that will tell me that you have an idea of how that feels to be played or faked I want someone near me or that’s fine with LDR someone who won’t msg me then stop talking just cause someone else Msged you i can go on forever but I’d be boring to read to much you can msg me for a bit more descriptive msg
About me: I love romance love to talk as much as possible feel love feel wanted not just feel that also give it back I just wanna believe there’s someone out there for me someone who enjoys music movies chats and is very carrying jealous clingy age doesn’t bother me if your fine with it risky move but I’m sure your wise msg me on here for my kik!

@divergent338 tagged me to post five facts about myself, even though she knows how incredibly boring I am. ;)

1) I’m a drug dealer. Legally. Though I’m sure the illegal dealers are much less stressed about work than I am 😜

2) I have struggled with clinical severe depression since I was 15. I wish I’d had the resources to seek help YEARS and years before I finally did. I remember the very first time and the very first person to whom I opened up about it, somewhere around 19 or 20. She said to me, “I can’t wait to see you find some help and come out on the other side, able to breathe.” Flash forward about 8 years when I finally reached rock bottom and reached out. I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for the beautiful souls who pushed me to keep fighting, who stuck by me at my worst, who didn’t walk away but stayed even when I was lashing out and being a horrible person ruled by this disease. So, thank you, Jackie, Angele, Hannah, Kat, Cait, Shawn, for never giving up on me. ❤️❤️

3) I am a writer, whether I’m writing or not. Meaning, I make up character sketches for random people in my everyday life. For example, in my head I call one of my neighbors The Kingpin. He spends hours sitting in his car on his phone so in my overactive imagination, he’s running a Crystal Coast Cartel. I don’t know. My imagination just runs wild haha.

4) Contrary to the popular belief of many of my regular customers, my name is not actually Stephanie. I’m going to have a namebadge made that says “NOT STEPHANIE.” It’s happened so often that it’s become a running gag at work.

5) I adore me some Selena Gomez. (Judge away. 😂) Well, except for the club mix of “Love You Like a Love Song” that plays occasionally at work. Thoughts on that were 1) OMG we DO play Selena Gomez!!! and 2) WHY is there a club remix of this song and WHY is that what we play??? 😂

The only way Mashkov could know that Bitty is a good cook is if sometimes Bitty packs a goddamn lunch for Jack. And Jack shares it with his teammates like the good soul he is. (Also because bitty tends to pack way too much like “Bits i know it’s my favorite but i can’t eat 12 apple mini pies in one sitting”)

So one of these days he gives a dessert to Tater or something and his eyes just light up. 

“Your girlfriend make this?”

“Uh…sure”

And then this starts Tater trying to bargain his way into having a dinner double date with his Girlfriend and Jack’s. 

“Zimmboni if I beat you in race then i come over”
“Zimmboni you look tense. I massage and then we eat girlfriend’s pie after”

And then after a while Jack politely tells Tater that it probably isn’t possible because “they don’t live in providence”

Ever since then I swear to god Tater keeps a fucking calendar countdown to when the offseason is in his locker and Jack swears that he will have him and Bitty over at the same time. 


Jack keeps his word and Tater is the first person on the team he comes out to. After that, they have dinner double dates quite often. Jack likes Tater’s wife because they both enjoy history, and Bitty likes Tater and they speak russian together while making pie crusts. 

He What Me?

Request- Can you do a samxreader,where she pranks the winchesters by having Cas kill her for a couple minutes while he hides.When the boys find her dead in the bunker,Sam breaks down confessing his love for the reader and Cas tells reader when he revives her.    

A/N- OOhh is it bad that I laughed while writing this? Surely not, right? haha Okay but end’s a bit cheesy when are they not? Hope this is what you wanted. Tell me what you think! x)

Sam x Reader

Word Count-1388


Laying on your bed you tossed and you turned. You just weren’t comfortable. It didn’t help that you were bored out of your mind. The boys were on a hunt. Why didn’t you go with them? Well four days ago you had a hellish fever. Dean and especially Sam didn’t want you straining yourself, so of course they made you stay. For some reason Sam wanted to stay with you but you didn’t want him risking getting sick along with you. Though you were definitely tempted to letting him stay. You could just imagine it, a day or two being taken care of by Sam, ah yes the bliss it would bring you. But no, either they let you go or they let you go. You had you duffel packed and were ready to go. Oh they let you go alright. They let you go straight back to bed where you belong. For a person with 104.2 fever you were quite stubborn.

Yet here you were on your bed four days later. Your fever was gone and although you were still a bit sluggish you were perfectly fine. “I could’ve gone.” you grumbled, adjusting yourself in your bed for the umpteenth time.

Your phone dinged. You had just gotten a text.

I know you’re still mad but we’re almost home.
~Sam

You pout. Of course you were mad, well not exactly, half of your anger subsided the second day they had left. But since you had ignored his texts that first day you were too embarrassed to answer after. Dumb I know.

We’re stopping for food. Have you eaten anything? Want something?
~Sam

You read it and couldn’t help but feel bad.

You feeling better? You need medicine?
~Sam

“God! Why is he so nice to me?” you yelled to no one because they weren’t here. ‘Oh I know what I can do to lighten the mood.’ you thought. ‘Prank! But what?’ then it hit you, the perfect idea. Maybe this won’t lighten the mood, but it sure as hell will be revenge for leaving you here. “Cas I need your help.” you say aloud as you sat against the headrest. Sure enough not too long after, your angel friend appeared.

“Y/N. They told me you were sick.” he said.

“They did? Wait do they know you’re here?” you questioned, he nodded no. “Oh good. Help me out with a prank… Please?”

“A prank?” he tilted his head, “Why are you doing a prank?”

“Cause they didn’t let me go on the hunt. Now will you help me out or what?” you ask.

“What do you need help with?” he inquired.

“Can you make it look like I’m dead? Like no pulse no nothing just me dead.” you start and he looked at you weird. “You’ll revive me after.” you add.

“Wouldn’t they give you a hunter’s funeral if you died?” he questioned.

You smile, “You’ll revive me before that happens.”

“I don’t think this is a good-” he started.

“It’s the best idea.” you say laying back down. “Go they should be back any minute.”

“Actually they’re in the garage.” he responded.

“Seriously? Then come on do it!” you hurry him. “Oh and make yourself invisible so they don’t see you.” you say as you close your eyes.

You didn’t see Cas as he shrugged with uncertainty, but if you wanted this then why not go along with it. You heard as he walked over to you, putting two fingers to your forehead. Then you consciousness faded. It was a strange feeling really. It was very hard to describe. Like you were there and you knew you were. Then you weren’t and you were lost. Cas, although he technically killed you, he took it a step further. You only meant for him to make you look like you died in your sleep from the high fever. None of that. It was too simple. Cas remembered his brother, Gabriel, telling him sometimes more is better when it came to these things. Cas made himself invisible just before Sam came into your room.

He had knocked first and when you didn’t answer he came in, thinking you were sleeping or something. When he saw your “sleeping” figure he breathed a sigh of relief. He walked over to your bed, unaware of Cas’ presence. He sat on the edge of your bed. As he brushed some hair away from your face he felt your head. It was cold. Colder than it should.

“Her fever gone?” Dean asked from the doorway.

Sam didn’t answer. He put two fingers on your neck, checking for a pulse. Not only did he not feel a pulse, but he felt something else. Something wet. Without looking he knew what it was, blood. It was then that he noticed the blood on your blanket. He yanked them off and sure enough there was wound on your stomach.

Dean seeing that, brought out his gun and went to search for whatever did this. Sam had brought your limp body to him.

“Y/N-” he sobbed, his whole body shaking. “I shouldn’t have left. I shouldn’t have listened to you. I should’ve stayed. Then you wouldn’t be-” his couldn’t finish. The words caught in his throat. His shaky hands holding tighter. “I didn’t even… I… I love you Y/N.” he paused, “Damn it! I should’ve told you sooner. Maybe… Maybe you… We…” he sighed in frustration. “Y/N… I love you.”

Dean came back into your room. Seeing you like that. Maybe they shouldn’t have left you. If you were with them they could’ve kept an eye on you. You’d be alive. “Sammy,” he called only loud enough for him to hear. Sam slowly turned towards his brother. Saddest look Dean had ever seen. “Can’t find the thing that did this.”

Sam turned back to you, laying you back on the bed as carefully as he could. He kissed your forehead. “I’ll be right back.” he whispered to you. He stood and went with Dean to find the nonexistent monster.

Cas took this opportunity to bring you back. Again putting two finger to your temple. Seconds later the wounds were gone even the blood was gone. You opened your eyes taking in a deep breath of air as if you were holding it in the whole time. “Welcome back.” he said.

You immediately sat up. “What happened? How’d they react?” you urged.

“Well… As you can imagine they were very… sad. Sam was crying and said he loved you. Dean went to look for the monster that might have killed you. He couldn’t find it so he came to ask Sam to help.” Cas said.

“Wh-what!” you yelled in your whisper voice. “He-He…” you couldn’t get the words out, blush creeping in your cheeks. “He… loves…me?” you whisper to yourself. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” you say, unable to believe the words.

“I am not… kidding you” he said using air quotes over kidding.

“M-maybe this was a bad idea.” you tell him and he nods. “Let’s uh- not tell him this was a prank. Yeah?”

“You feel the same for him?” he asked.

Surely your whole face was red. “N-n….Well…” you stumbled, but then you nodded. “Yes.”

“You should tell him that.” he said and turned toward the doorway.

You turned your head to see Sam standing there in complete shock. “S-Sam. I-I um…” you didn’t know what to say, it didn’t help that he was standing there not saying a thing. “I’m alive?” you debated whether those were the right words.

He, still in his shocked state, walked slowly towards you. Taking you in with every step he took, even as he was right in front of you. Cupping your face with his hand. “Y/N-” he whispered.

“H-Hey Sam.” you managed to say.

“I love you.” he told you, looking deep inside your eyes.

With those words you finally relax. “I love you too.”

He looked surprised at first, like he wasn’t expecting you to love him like he did you. His eyes seemed to sparkle right after or were you the only one who could see them that way? Time seemed to stand still, everything and everyone else simply disappeared. All he saw was you and you him. That was all you both needed. Each other.

Hope you like it! x)

The 100 Season 3 promo

The promo just came out so I figured I’d post some screen-grabs and do a bit of commentary/thoughts because I’m bored and avoiding finals. If you want to watch it, you can here: [x]

Clarke’s talking to someone. A female voice, asking her about Mount Weather.

An army of the dead? Are they zombies? 

Then we get this lovely little view of what is presumably Camp Jaha and how domesticated it’s getting. They’re farming! On a more sinister note, Indra’s voice tells us that Clarke is being hunted…by everyone. 

Speak of the Indra! Not sure who she’s talking to. Probably Bellamy and Kane.

Is this the first car we’ve seen in the show? It’s marked ‘Rover 1′ so there are presumably more. And it’s currently racing a horse.  

Bellamy and Lincoln are sparring. Looks like Lincoln’s winning. (It’s about time Lincoln won a fight…)

It’s a Jatavia moment! Jasper’s got a neck wound and is working on growing a goatee . I’m gonna guess he’s grieving Maya.

Kane grew a dad beard to help him with parenting Bellamy! And Kane is warning Bellamy about how the sky people believe that this is real peace and to not screw it up. 

(There was an explosion that I couldn’t get a good shot of - sorry!) Bellamy’s been captured. Looks like he’s got a paddle/blade to his neck.

WHY IS MONTY BEING HELD HOSTAGE? WHO DO WE NEED TO ATTACK?

This reminds me of the Clarke/Anya river fight post escape from Mount Weather. Hopefully this one doesn’t end with Clarke being hit over the head with a rock… 

Overall, I WANT SEASON 3 AND I WANT IT NOW. 

I wasn’t really all that excited about season 3 till this came out so… well played, Jason, well palyed

"I'm a distraction, I'm a distraction!" (Anders)

Anders: Oh no… oh no, was that…spice in that food? I’m allergic to spice!

Guard: Wait, what kind of spice?Surely You can’t be allergic to all of them…

Anders: Tell that to the hives I’m going to get! Now are you going to help me, or am I going to ruin this party until my eyes swell shut?

Guard: I’ll… go get the draughts…


Anders: Excuse me, have you seen a tabby cat running about? I took my eyes off him for one moment and he was gone! Here, Lord Wigglebottom, come here, kitty, kitty!

Guard: *sighs* Nobles and their bloody pets…


Anders: You look a bit bored. How about a little light reading? I just so happen to have this manif–

Guard: No.


Anders: (If romanced) Hawke’s just the light of my life, you know? I always feel like I can do anything with (Hawke) around. (Hawke) has the cutest smile, and does the most wondrous thing with their…

Guard: Messere, please just let me do my job… no, don’t start crying…


(Merrill) (Carver)