oh the things you say

kixboxer  asked:

11 and 12 for viktuuri!

11. things you said when you were drunk

“Oh,” Yuuri Katsuki suddenly says. It’s jarring to hear him speak so clearly, when just a few minutes ago it seemed like he’d given up on English for the evening. “Oh no.”

Victor looks down at him. Or tries to. He’s got his hands full making sure Yuuri doesn’t slide to the hotel carpet. Or drift into a wall. It’s like trying to walk with a fistful of water.

And yet Yuuri doesn’t so much turn to face Victor as twirl. With a flourish.

Unbelievable.

“Was supposed to make a good impression,” he says, mournful. “I had a plan.”

“Katsuki,” he coaxes. Then, when that gets no response, “Yuuri. I need you to walk.”

Yuuri squints like he’s confused, like he’s lost the thread of their long, unexpectedly precarious journey from the banquet to his hotel room. Then carefully, as if he might miss the target, he reaches out with one finger and taps the tip of Victor’s nose.

“You gotta cute nose,” he says.

Victor blinks. Then swallows hard. “They usually Photoshop it,” he blurts out.

The set of Yuuri’s mouth goes solemn. “They should be fired.”

Victor only has time to huff out a laugh before he has to keep Yuuri from tripping over his own feet. It’s a near thing, too. He’s still not exactly sure what he was going to say.

12. things you said when you thought i was asleep

Victor wakes up, as usual, with Yuuri’s face fully buried in his neck. How much it actually helps with the encroaching sunlight is debatable. But it’s cute, which is the important thing.

“Morning.” He scratches at the nape of Yuuri’s neck. “Thank you for what, by the way?”

Usually, Victor can look forward to at least five minutes of soft, grumpy little protests muttered into his chest. But Yuuri stills and yanks back, blinking himself awake.

“What,” he says.

“You were saying something last night?” Victor draws circles in Yuuri’s arm with his thumb, not sure what the problem is except that there, apparently, is one. “I’m sorry, I must have fallen asleep before–”

Ah, he realizes, as Yuuri turns his head into the pillow and attempts to sink into the earth. It doesn’t take him long to catch on. It’s roughly the third time this month.

“Yuuuuri,” he sighs, resting his chin between his fiancé’s shoulderblades. “You know it won’t kill you to say cute things to my face.”

“I’m trying,” Yuuri says. Or, that’s what it sounds like through the fabric.

Victor hums. He’s capable of patience. He can wait.

“Shut up! You don’t care about what I feel. You never cared about the things I say. You nev—”

“Oh Jimin! Stop turning the tables here. You went your own and judge me as a cheater when I’m just having a great time.” He shouted. They were arguing near the street. Numbers of spectators were not that big because it was the middle of dawn.

“Great time?” Jimin repeated mockingly. “Ha! Great time?! Let me tell you what having a great time is. Great time is watching movies with your friends! Great time is having a dinner with your freaking boyfriend ‘coz it’s his birthday! And even remembering that occasion because you’ve been in a relationship with that person for whole f**kin 4 years!” The elder screamed. His tears streaming. “But you–you having a girl on your lap laughing with some jerks who I never heard of for the whole time, will never be “having a great time”, Jungkook!“

He realized everything. He began to see the image of Jimin waiting for him at their house. Waiting for him to celebrate a very special occasion. Because if it’s the elder’s birthday, it’s also their anniversary. He tried to reach out but Jimin flinched away.

"Jimin, please. Baby please not here. Let’s go back home.”

“No. I will not go back with you.”

“Jimin please. I’m just—just. I’m really sorry. Let’s just go–”

“No! Don’t touch me.”

He tried to reach out but Jimin kept on moving away from him.

“Please, baby. Huh? Come on— Jimin! Look out!”

Everything went so fast. Screams. Blood. Car honks. Police sirens. Tires stains. Tears.

whenever i talk about my girlfriend around straight people, a few things usually happen; they go quiet, the atmosphere changes, someone changes the topic very quick, etc. (which are similar “methods” for people to ignore and distance someone they feel doesn’t belong in the group, you know?) i usually say things like “oh, my girlfriend loves that movie!” or “my girlfriend is great at computers so she always helps me when mine is acting up”, ya know, regular everyday things that relate to the topic we are discussing. lately i’ve really started to realize why the entire mood usually changes with me mentioning of my girlfriend - straight people always feel like gay people are oversharing just by mentioning their partner. to straight people, i’m overstepping some kind of boundary just by mentioning that i have a girlfriend. to them, me saying “my girlfriend” is entirely synonymous with me out of the blue saying “i am a lesbian”, a statement that is somehow inherently oversharing and too much information, as well as a real quick and easy way of involuntarily distancing myself from the group that i in that moment am not fully a part of anymore.

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White Day  ♡ (˘▽˘>ԅ( ˘⌣˘)

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— Your smile can brighten even the darkest night. ☆ 

Happy birthday to my precious source of happiness, inspiration and motivation.
Thank you Sehun for everything. ♡
Never stop smiling. ~ ☆ 

If only it was that easy, Susan…

Bonus:

dandelionmira  asked:

I love the story about your parrot! a question: did he pick up on saying "I get a peanut" from the people around him saying "you get a peanut?" or from their saying "I get a peanut?" I'm trying to figure out if he got that whole pronoun and sense of self, because wow! what a bird!

He is actually pretty bad at pronouns. He often says “you want–?” when he means “I want!!” because he’s used to us asking “you want this thing?” when offering him food.

He has a lot of ways to ask for a peanut, though, and because he asks for those SO OFTEN, I made an effort to correct him and say “no, you should say, I get a peanut.” This does sometimes work, and he’s getting better at pronouns, but he still only gets them right about 50% of the time.

He always says “I poop,” though. That one he gets.

EDIT: Oh, he’s also really good at ordering us to do things by saying “you.” He’s picked that up because if he says “I turn on TV,” everyone just goes “oh, really? Good luck with that” but if he says “YOU turn on TV” someone gets up and turns on the TV for him.

thefallinggame  asked:

Anzu and Yuugi working out makes me think of Jou and Honda hauling Yuugi off to the gym and trying to get him into weight lifting XD

Honda your military is showing.

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In light of an unfortunate display of ignorance I witnessed today, let me take a moment to make something blatantly clear, for anybody that needs it:

-making fun of someone for using a fidget spinner, to the point of them displaying obvious embarrassment and shame, is disgusting. 

-when you say things like “Oh my GOD, I hate those spinners! They’re so annoying, what are they even for haha” you are being willfully ignorant. Spinners are marketed towards people with anxiety, PTSD, OCD, ADD/ADHD, Autistic people, and many other people with brains different from yours that need an outlet to focus, relax, relieve sensory-related issues, and many other things that yours does automatically. Most of the ones I see advertised even specify “For anxiety/stress/ADHD/Autism/etc”

-Making fun of someone for other behaviors such as rocking, hand flapping, echolalia, hair twirling, skin picking, hair pulling, etc is in fact, also a shitty thing of you to do. It’s also unnecessary, cruel, and humiliates the person who is doing those things.

-Don’t make fun of people who use fidget spinners. Don’t make fun of people who stim. I don’t give a rat’s ass if you think it’s unnecessary, or it “looks weird” or it “looks gross.” Don’t do it. You KNOW what you’re doing. I know what you’re doing. I’ve had it, I’m done.

On Ke$ha’s hit 2010 song, Blah Blah Blah, she says “zip your lip like a padlock”. I never even questioned this 7 years ago but I’ve been thinking about it lately. It makes no sense. Padlocks don’t zip. 

Bet On Me

Reggie x Reader

A/N: This is my first ever fic and I hope you all like it!! Requests for all other Riverdale characters are open!! (This is my first fic because Reggie is bae)

Word Count: 3369

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst, violence, heavy make-out session (is that even a warning?)

Summary: Reggie is dared to date Y/N, the sweet and popular untouched cheerleader. He does so, although not expecting to fall for her in the process.

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i’m crying we were defending anubis and doing pretty bad (nbd tho everyone was being silly so it was fun) and somehow i ended up being all alone as mercy on point b

an enemy genji came on the point and i knew i was done for so i just said “hello!” as a last resort, and he said hello back fhdsjkkfdshjk

but when both our teams came rolling in he ulted and killed everyone, including me (also nbd, ya do what ya gotta do)

when the game was finished tho (we lost obvs) i got this message

i’m crying

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I wouldn’t be being true to myself if I didn’t also post all of the big idiot pictures 

(to be honest like most of the outtake pictures are because I’m distracted/scared by wildlife….also I apparently can’t take anything even remotely seriously for more than 15 minutes)