pure chance

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You’re over that, right? 
Yup, long over!

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May I Have This Dance - Francis and the Lights feat. Chance the Rapper

what’s most beautiful to me about today’s video, was Dan and Phil’s perspectives on coincidences in the universe. it’s not even that it was nice to see them disagreeing and bantering on screen again, it’s not even that it was nice to get a bigger peek into their mind. 

It’s the weird way they compliment each other. 

Dan’s the guy who looks at the world and see’s beauty in the randomness, in the coincidences and how things come together. Dan’s the guy who believes in luck just about as far as you can throw it, who recognizes that it’s pure chance that something happens, but that at the same time, we’re all master’s of our own individual universes. Dan’s the guy who stops and smiles at the fact that, out of all the possibilities in the universe, he found his best friend on the internet and made an amazing, beautiful career out of it, because of his choices, and not because of luck, or fate, or any of that. 

But Phil… Phil’s the guy who looks at the world and sees magic in everything that transpires. Phil’s the guy who see’s the moon and the sun and the spinning of the earth as far more than just coincidence. Phil’s the guy who walks in two worlds, living a literal magical surrealism, with his head in the clouds but his feet on the ground. Phil’s the guy who can recognize that things are just the way they are, that this is reality and that’s how it will always be, but who see’s the magical currents in the air tying people together, drawing them towards what they’re meant to be and have. Phil’s the guy who looks a coincidence and see’s magic, but even as fanciful as his ideas sometimes may seem, he’s always got one foot on the ground. 

The idea that these two people can come together, and center each other? That’s magic in and of itself. 

I imagine Phil holding Dan tight in his arms when he’s crying and scared because the world just keeps on spinning without him and if he stops moving he’d loose all his chances, and Phil promising him that it’ll all be okay. The world knows how to keep its balance, and there’s something, something there that will keep them both afloat. Maybe, just maybe, some things really do happen for a reason.

I imagine Dan patting Phil on the back after something tragic has happened and reassuring him that not everything happens for a reason. Sometimes, it’s just coincidence in the more purely unmagical way of all, and there’s not always something that can be done to stop it. It’s not Phil’s fault, it’s never his fault, its just the universe, uncaring, staring with cold eyes down at him and doing… what needs to be done. 

anonymous asked:

Headcanon of Rhysand (along with Cassian & Azriel) meeting his and Feyre's daughter's boyfriend for the first time. Protective?

Not at all!

Well, I mean, not that they’d show.

As soon as she could walk, Rhysand put Nuala and Cerridwen on ultra-spy duty.

As soon as she hit puberty, Azriel added shadows of his own to the mix to haunt her every step.

As soon as she met the boy, Cassian spent days on end stalking his family through Velaris, judging them and everyone they knew.

So by the time they “meet” him face to face, Rhys and Feyre aren’t protective at all. They’re normal, chill parents who are kind of excited and mostly horrified their daughter has found someone she might love.

Uncle Cassian is sitting in the corner sharpening an axe in full battle-armor, Uncle Azriel is playing with Truth-Teller, Aunt Nesta is crafting more and more nightmarish creatures from apparently nothing, Uncle Varian is stringing live jellyfish into a whip, Aunt Elain is with Uncle Lucien mixing scentless, odorless poisons, and Auntie Mor is siting with her wife/mate just flat-out staring at the boy.

But they’re not being protective at all- nope. They’re just innocently gathered, and it’s pure chance that they’re all doing something mildly horrifying.

Not.

Protective.

At.

All.

And then Aunt Amren comes in from the garden with a shovel and says “I’ve finished digging the grave.”

fic: No Strings

title: no strings.

genre: smut/humour

word count: 3000

description: Phil really misses sex and it turns out that Dan really misses sex, too. So…they just decide to have sex together. No strings. FWB minus the usual dramatic storyline that follows. Hilarity and #bants ensues.

“Just sex?” Phil repeats, “No strings?”

“Yes,” Dan nods, “that’s generally what no strings means,”

“Literally just sex?”

“Fucking hell. Look, Phil, I can spell it out for you or you can put your dick in my ass - it’s totally your choice. Have sex and be satisfied or wank alone to a Muse song again. What’s it gonna be?”

a/n: this is obviously smut but it’s actually funny too i promise, and it’s not like super graphic smut where you’ll cringe or whatever it’s…well, you’ll see. just read it and trust me.

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i’m honestly so sick of people putting people with bpd on a spectrum that goes from not difficult/manipulative/selfish —> difficult/manipulative/selfish
those are not the characteristics that define bpd. if you are more difficult/manipulative/selfish, you are a more difficult/manipulative/selfish person. not a person with stronger bpd.
you could have the strongest bpd in the world and not even act on it because bpd is characterized by strong emotions, not actions.

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outlaw queen  +  kisses
  ↳  requested by @regina-mills 

Part of me is like “Jean Valjean is the main character of Les Miserables and that’s very important and maybe the miniseries will remind people of that” and part of me is like “listen. I literally only care about Les Amis and would watch six hours just of Enjolras and Grantaire sitting in the same room doing nothing” so I’m a little conflicted

chocolatechiplague  asked:

I'm on mobile so I can't access the master list, but did you already do recs for single dad au with either Yuuri or Victor as the dad? I'm sorry for the inconvenience!

I haven’t done this list yet, and I’m downright ashamed of myself for not doing so! This is such a great AU, thank you for requesting!


Single Dad AU


starstruck by shizuoh, Teen, 57k (WIP)
In which yuuri is a simple barista, viktor is a famous movie star, and yuri is an 8 year old kid stuck in the middle of it. Love!

We Close At Six by beAUtiful (future_fishy), 5.3k (WIP)
Yuuri works at the rental desk of an ice rink. Viktor is a business man who happens to go to said ice rink every day after work. Throw in an adopted son, a gossipy best friend and a lot of mutual pining and you get this. Great fic so far!

Lost Child: Long Blonde Hair, Keeps Cursing In Russian by theberries, Teen, 4.5k (WIP)
Yuri’s starting second grade, Viktor may or may not be a bad father, and Yuuri just wants to survive another school year of 20 seven and eight year olds packed into one class room. SUCH A GOOD FIC OMG

A Moment Like This by neeharu, Mature, 19k (WIP)
Through the journey of learning how to become a father, Viktor is captured by the adorable beauty of Yuri’s kindergarten teacher, Yuuri Katsuki who seems to have a knack for children, skating and smiles- everything Viktor was searching for. LOVE!!

Sensei, Onegai Shimasu by TheSilentOtaku, Teen, 16k (WIP)
The fic in which Viktor Nikiforov is a single father, Yuri Plisetsky is Viktor’s six-year-old son with an obsession with tigers and crayons, and Yuuri Katsuki is the cute first grade teacher that Viktor can’t seem to get out of his mind. Amazing fic!

From A Random Playing Card by Noitratoxin, Gen, 13k (WIP)
In training premier danseur, Katsuki Yuuri, under the guidance of Lilia Baranovskaya was asked to train the new generation of Russian figure skaters in ballet and found himself with a 4 year old Yuri Plisetsky, adopted son of the one Viktor Nikiforov, clinging to his legs demanding he comes home with him. Lovely single dad AU ft. dancer!Yuuri!

Storytime by PiggyInTheMiddle, Teen, 11k (WIP)
Victor takes custody of his orphaned nephew Yuri. He’s having a little bit of trouble. So cute!

Stay Close to Me by Teabunny, Mature, 16k (WIP)
Throughout the years, Viktor held that tiny hand like a lifeline, coaxing Yuri through infancy and adolescence, both on and off the ice. The sound of skates scraping that cold surface was likely Yuri’s first cognizant memory. Thumbs up!

real - victuuri by volleycatnika, Teen, 15k (WIP)
Yakov tells Victor and his son, Yurio, that they should interact with and do more for the public. Somehow they end up restoring an old ice rink and Japan, where they live for a year.

The Ties That Bind by QueBae, Gen, 7.2k (WIP)
The first time Viktor saw Yuri Plisetsky was by pure chance at a private rink in Moscow, skating for his dedushka. He thought they would never meet again but it seemed he was lucky in life. Great fic so far, can’t wait for more!

Hot For Teacher by i_like_my_eggs_benedict, Teen, 10k (WIP)
Victor is late for a parent-teacher conference with Yuri’s super-strict teacher. Forced to wait outside the classroom for his inevitable fate, he meets Yuuri Katsuki: Yuri’s former teacher. A really cute, smart, funny guy. Who’s also really hot. LOVE THIS SO MUCH

Lessons in Love by fangirlandiknowit, Mature, 21k (WIP)
All Viktor wants is for his son to be happy - and if that means spending countless hours at the ice rink, a million more in the ballet studio, and devotedly cheering for Katsuki Yuuri at every competition he enters, then that is precisely what he’ll do. He just didn’t expect to become a fan, too. Fabulous fic! Highly recommend!

Starting Anew by timid_turtle_timi, Gen, 1.6k
Viktor Nikiforov has retired from his competitive skating, now coaching his young protege Yuri Plisetsky as he trains for his senior debut. In the same city Katsuki Yuuri handles his shattered self esteem, and takes on a new career teaching physical education during the day, and children’s figure skating in the evenings. Check out the rest of the series too!

Me: This may be the most perfect con picture I’ve ever taken.

Kate: Let’s see.

Me: It’s Anakin Skywalker in a lightsaber battle with Nick Fury, as a Storm Trooper painted to look like Captain America walks down the stairs next to them by pure chance.

Kate: … And I know two of these guys.

Me: We’re hundreds of miles from home.

Kate: Yep.

Me: Okay, then.