oh gaaaah

anonymous asked:

Can i request a Yurio x fangirl scenario? :)

Yuri’s Angles < ⦜ ⦦ aha. Hope you enjoy !!

f/b = favorite band

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bing.

The seatbelt sign was turned off as the plane begun to steadily drift above the clouds. A whimsical purple-pink sunset painted the sky. A girl with lovely [h/c] hair wearing [c] sweats and a [f/b] shirt leaned against the window uncomfortably in her seat, her left leg proped up on her seat, barricading her phone from the person sitting in the middle.

‘I CANNOT BELEIVE THE YURI PLISETSKY IS STILL SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO ME. I have to get a picture- but I can’t look like a stalker- not that I am, of course. I mean, If you saw your favorite celebrity of course you would want a pictu- oH MY GOSH HOW LONG HAS MY LEG BEEN UP LIKE THAT AAA he probably thinks I sit wierd iTS COMFORTABLE OKAY.’

The girl, [y/n], slowly lowered her leg and sat up in her seat, holding her phone close to her chin. The boy seemed to be too intrested in the show he was watching on the screen in front of his seat to notice.

‘But now he can glance at my phone whenever he wants and I can’t guarantee a Yuri edit won’t pop up on my feED NOPE.’

[y/n] disconnected from the plane’s wifi and turned her phone to airplane mode. She began to tap through the tv selections on the screen attached to the back of seat in front of her. She quickly snuck a glance at the boy sitting next to her. 

Yuri Plisetsky was wearing an olive green army jacket over a black hodie and a black shirt. He wore leapord print sweats and he had big headphones with cat ears on. [y/n] figured the headphones were too big not to be noise canceling, and he seemed to be watching a show about crying mothers.

‘Wait, is this Say Yes to the Dress?’

[y/n] stealthily glanced at his screen, but then became sucked into the show, leaning a bit foreward to try to read their lips.

She then felt a tap on her shoulder.

She turned to see Yuri offering her an earbud, the headphones he was wearing now back around his neck. He had a smirk on his face, as if he had just caught her doing something she didn’t want him to see.

‘asdfghjkliubnmkjhsd’

[y/n] gingerly took the earbud, freezing a bit when her fingers touched his, and placed it in her left ear. She leaned a bit closer, using her arm rest, so she could see the screen better. Yuri did the same, their heads just almost leaning on one another.

‘AAAAAA- you know what? This, this actually feels nice! Relaxing. Not how I thought meeting him would be..’

After about 20 minutes, [f/n] decided to rest her eyes, only to fall asleep against Yuri’s head instead. 


“Excuse me m’am?”

[f/n] groggily opened her eyes to a foggy window and docked planes. She put a hand on her forehead, which wasn’t as cold as it should have been if she had leant against the window the entire time she slept. She hazily pushed a blanket off of her, too sleepy to wonder when she had put it on. She turned to the hostess, one of 3 left cleaning in the abandoned airplane.

“The plane landed a couple minutes ago.”

“Oh! Sorry! I’ll be right off.”

“No rush, darling.”

20 minutes later [y/n] quickly paced through the empty halls of the airport, groggily trying to connect to the airport wifi.

‘Sorta creepy when there’s not a lot of people here…ugh. I can’t believe I fell asleep like that. I didn’t even get to ask him anyth-’

She stopped walking to rub her eyes at she stared at her camera roll. There were 2 new photos and 1 new video.

The first was a picture of her sleeping on Yuri’s shoulder, Yuri looking off to the side dramtically, pretending not to notice her.

The second picture was of Yuri giving [y/n] a peck on the cheek, but only his red flushed nose and tinted lips were visible in the shot. [y/n] was also now covered with an airplane provided blanket.

[y/n] had to slap herself to guarantee she wasn’t hallucinating from the jetlag. After that, she played the video:

“You really shouldn’t have a picture of me as your lock screen if I’m also the password, angel.”

‘oh my gaaaah he did that little smirk at the end i cant belie- wAIT WOT’

[y/n] searched through her apps, pink rising to her cheeks from embarrassment and being a bit flustered, to see if he posted anything or messed around with something. To her surprise, everything was left the way she had left it.

All except, she had a new contact named ‘Call me, angel’

‘…..aaAAAA’

4

11x09 “Oh Brother Where Art Thou”
“You had to know that was pointless?”

I just really really adored the setting of all the Dean-Amara-scenes. She beams him someplace serene, peaceful, calm. No civilization, at least no other people anywhere close by, but just an overwhelming amount of nature’s beauty. And it remains to be seen if that whole thing was only happening inside Dean’s head or if he was really gone. Of couse what is happening with Dean when in her presence is to be seen and understood as all kinds of unsettling since Dean seems to be powerless against her control and influence. Resistance seems virtually impossible. And yet he manages to make a move. Was it that he really could or did she just allow it to happen for her to prove her point and further make her superiority known? In any case I find the visual of the knife bursting into a million pieces to be such a strong visual. A tragic one at that too though, because essentially we see Dean’s (free) will shattering here and it just adds a really looming atmosphere and build up for what comes right after this moment when Amara is trying to take Dean’s soul, but can’t or won’t but makes it unmistakably clear that Dean’s integrity as a person of mind (soul) and body is in peril. I think that was rather beautifully done, especially because the bursting knife reminded me of the S6 title cards and the powers of the human soul as well as what it means to be soulless after all was a huge part of that season’s myth arc. And from the looks of it we are just barely scratching the surface of that aspect yet in S11.