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YURIO CHOREOGRAPHED HIS EX IN FUCKING ONE NIGHT IM FUCKING SCREAMING

im just imagining this little shit running around the streets of barcelona in the middle of the night trying to cobble a costume together while he lets beka handle the music

he bursts into chris’s hotel room at 3 like “give me one of your sexy tank tops”

& chris is 75% asleep and doesn’t register that none of his clothes are appropriate for a 15 year old. he gestures at his wardrobe and as yurio leaves he’s like. “im 2 sizes bigger than you my tanks will fall off”

yurio looks him dead in the eye. “good.”

yurio takes pleasure in waking JJ up at 5 am and asking for his tackiest piece of jewelry.

“here’s this cross necklace that i got at a flea market for 2 bucks”

yurio snatches it out of his hands. “im going to kick your ass today shithead”

JJ wonders if yurio understands the meaning of an exhibition skate.

the hardest part is the jacket bc yurio’s outfit just isn’t right but there’s no one here that’s actually his size and yurio hasn’t slept in 24 hours.

he’s on his 5th red bull.

when suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, he sees someone outside the rink wearing the gaudiest purple leather jacket he’s ever seen. it’s perfect.

“you! how much for your jacket!”

the man is confused bc he doesn’t speak english and also the men’s GPF gold medalist is screaming at him. he’s 80% sure these are his last moments on earth.

jacket“ yurio says like that will make the man understand.

through a complex game of charades, yurio manages to communicate that he wants the jacket. the man happily hands it over bc holy shit it’s the ice tiger of russia.

yurio throws the guy 30,000 rubles.

yurio shows up right before his EX running on 15 red bulls with under eye circles darker than his soul.

“you look like you’ve been shoved through a meat grinder” mila says

“good” yurio replies.

no amount of foundation will help. lilia is panicking, barcelona is falling. yurio’s eyes still look like they can see through time.

georgi kicks in the door. “i got this”

it’s 5 minutes to show time and yuuri and viktor come to see him off. they’re still in their own EX costumes.

“wow! so chic!” viktor says before getting distracted by a dog in the stands. (”it’s in a purse yuuri, 10/10 would doggo again“)

“davai!” yuuri says.

yuuri has a pair of sunglasses clipped to his shirt. yurio points at them. “are those viktor’s”

“yes?”

they’re gucci and worth more than nikolai plisetsky’s car.

yurio snatches them and skates off before viktor comes back.

beka is at the edge of the rink dressed in all black. he flashes yurio a thumbs up.

“wow those sunglasses look just like mine!”

Night AUs

- You talk in your sleep and you pretty much just described to me, in extremely graphic detail, how you would kill someone and now I’m too scared to fall asleep

- (On the flip side) you made a lot of sexual noises while you slept, what (or who) were you dreaming about??

- Okay I get that ocean noises help people go to sleep but you’ve literally been playing whale mating calls at full volume for the past hour and if you don’t stop soon I’m gonna come over and smack you

- We both planned to stay up all night but you ended up falling asleep and you just woke up to me standing next to you with a bowl of warm water in my hands-I can explain

- We were both going to pull an all nighter to study for an exam tomorrow but now it’s 6 am and we just finished an entire tv series and I can’t believe you let this happen

- it’s 4 am and we’re both running solely on Red Bull and coffee at this point and we just had the most in depth discussion about eggs I swear to god

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Running of the Bulls in Pamplona, Spain

Two Spaniards were gored and six more runners also injured during the seventh bull run at Pamplona’s San Fermin festival, medical officials said Thursday.

All eight — seven men and one woman — were admitted for treatment, Navarra Hospital doctor Jon Arizeta said. He said the gorings affected leg areas, while two of the patients sustained head injuries. None of the injuries was life-threatening, medical officials said.

Thurday’s run was considered fast, as a speedy bull named “Fundador” (Founder) led the pack of bulls and leading steers along the 930-yard (850-meter) cobbled-street course.

The animals extended the run’s official length to 2 minutes and 40 seconds by lingering in the bullring before entering the pen.

There appeared to be fewer people on the course than in previous days, yielding better opportunities for seasoned runners to show their courage and speed as they raced before the horns of the six fighting bulls.

There had been no gorings since the first two days of the festival, Friday and Saturday, when four Americans and a Spaniard had to be treated for injuries. Most people are hurt in falls or by being trampled on by bulls.

Pamplona, a city of around 200,000 inhabitants increases its population five-fold for the nine-day festival brought to world fame by Nobel literature laureate Ernest Hemingway.

Following the tales in his 1926 novel “The Sun Also Rises,” many foreigners arrive in the northern Spanish city to experience or witness the running of the bulls and participate in hundreds of activities. Dancing, food and alcohol are main attractions.

The bulls face matadors and almost certain death in afternoon bullfights. Bull runs are a traditional part of summer festivals across the country.

Twelve people, including four Americans, were gored at last year’s festival. In all, 15 people have been fatally gored at the festival since record-keeping began in 1924. (AP)

Photo credits: Alvaro Barrientos/AP (5), Susana Vera/Reuters (2)

See more photos from the Running of the Bulls our other slideshows on Yahoo News.

thehandsomegiftgiver  asked:

(This is for the ASK DRUNK CHARA thing btw) I may be a little late to the party but for the past and future, and this goes for every body but for the sake of all the timelines going from original all the way to "don't forget" LEAVE CHARA A-F***ING-LONE SHE DID NOTHING TO YOU AND TO THOSE WHO SAY "Oh it's Chara's fault for the G-run" THAT IS BULL CRAP IT WAS THE PLAYERS FAULT. *starts crying* YOU PRESSED THE FIGHT BUTTON *sniff*, YOU DID AND WHO DECIDED TO DO THAT YOU DID THAT *wipes a tear*.

dude go put that ask in it’s correct place

One way to chart Snopes’s increasing prominence is by measuring the rise in fake news about the site itself. If you believe the internet, the founder of Snopes, David Mikkelson, has a longer rap sheet than Al Capone. He was supposedly arrested for committing fraud and corruption and running a pit bull ring. In the wake of a deal that Snopes and others made this month to start fact-checking for Facebook, new slurs and allegations poured forth.

The underlying message of these spurious attacks is that the movement to fact-check the internet is a left-wing conspiracy whose real goal is to censor the right, and therefore must be resisted at all costs.

kazliin  asked:

Lily, you know what I'm going to ask ;) Because that Viktuuri Eurovision commentator/contestant AU is something the world needs to see

guess who has two thumbs and no sense of self-preservation? IT’S ME

so basically kaz and i were talking about eurovision and then i had this sudden thought of a fake rivals-verse fic idea where yuuri’s an exasperated commentator who’s suddenly been forced to host esc and viktor’s the winning contestant from last year who is co-hosting with him and…. because this is rivals-verse, yuuri hated viktor’s entry last year. hoo boy. 


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Yuuri Katsuki and Viktor Nikiforov to Co-host 2016 Eurovision Song Contest in Saint Petersburg
Beloved TV commentator Yuuri Katsuki, known for his sharp and witty commentary during previous contests, and 2015 ESC winner Viktor Nikiforov will be co-hosting the 2016 Eurovision Song Contest in Saint Petersburg, Russia. This year’s theme will be “Making History” and will be held at the Alexei Panin Arena from 11-15 May. 

Nikiforov won last year with his stunning ballad “Stay Close to Me”, featuring a figure skating segment halfway through the song… (more)


Yuuri clicks out of the article with a groan and takes a sip of his coffee, waiting for his new co-host to arrive. The office is a busy drone in the background, with only the sounds of ringing phones and beeping machines filling the silence. He checks his mobile. Nikiforov is late.

Typical.

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In Focus: The Festival of San Fermin 2013

Every year, the Festival of San Fermin, including the “Running of the Bulls”, attracts thousands of visitors to Pamplona, Spain. Lasting nine days, the festival kicks off with massive crowds at the Chupinazo in Pamplona town square, followed by a carnival, fireworks, the running of the bulls, and many bullfights. Held since 1591, San Fermin remains a popular, if also dangerous and controversial, event – dozens of people were injured this year. The festival came to an end yesterday, July 14. Collected here are scenes from this year’s Festival of San Fermin.

Zevran: There are worse people to be on the run with, wouldn’t you say?

Iron Bull: Who’s on the run?

Zevran: Dishonorably discharged from our past employers, that’s us, no? Looking over our - very attractive - shoulders for a knife to the back.

Iron Bull: You betrayed your organization of mercenaries by joining the person you were sent to kill.

Zevran: Well she looks much better in leather than they did. 

Iron Bull: Yes, but I was forced to choose between my men and my people. It’s not the same. You left your position happily. I… it was harder. 

Zevran: Ah, but we are both so very handsome. Does that not make us alike enough for the comparison?

Iron Bull: Ha! Alright fine, let’s talk more about how handsome I am.

Poetry for the Signs

Capricorn: Sometimes there is glitter between the sheets, sometimes I don’t want to compete with the lack of passion you hold for me, I want to work for something that makes me free, but the cage of my mind is built inside me.

Aquarius: Light seeps in under the closed door, you touch the light stream and it feels warm, something inside you stirs and you remember why you came here, you remember who you were, but you can’t go back only forward.

Pisces: Water between your fingers as you engulf your body into the sea, you feel free, something tugs you back to shore, is it the things you said or the love you never felt, is it the things you never said, or words that make you melt?

Aries: Quick steps of high heels on hallway floors, callused hands and lips coated in honey, touch those memories that make you feel funny, embrace the unsettled, run with the wind.

Taurus: Bull horns and busted lips, sore knees and bruised hips, take your fingers and take a dip, into whatever sauce you feel best equipped, touch the tips, feel it quick.

Gemini: Your cosmic energy touches the atmosphere around you and your smile is contagious when you look into the eyes of divinity, shadowy reflections of the two hearts inside your one head, get out instead, feel love, take a chance.

Cancer: Crab Claws scratch down your spine and you grin, there is some pleasure in sin, you haven’t felt it in many moons but I know it still hides inside you, an energy like that cannot be vanquished, you hide it but it’s a part of you.

Leo: You dine on lions hearts and are as stubborn as an ox, you need to cleanse your pallet, you need to feel and relax, a detox of the shadows, carry yourself by the stars, you can do this, its not too hard.

Virgo: You stand on top of the empire state building, collapse or fly, melt or harden, the world is your garden, take a risk and don’t miss out on all the tiny people you lay at your feet.

Libra: Complicated is your middle name, you whisper softly in your sleep, not secrets but lies, you’ve hardened to the world that far, you’re a star but you refuse to shine, come out from beneath that city grime, show yourself you’re more than a dime.

Scorpio: The mountains call to you but I don’t think you feel them, you’re still stuck on a love that poisoned you, let it go, clean your wounds, I miss you, feel that vibe, you deserve to save yourself from the harshness of the world and thrive.

Sagittarius: Cold wind flushes your eyes and you pretend to shield your eyes from the dying of the light, I know you see the time fly, change at your coat tails, will you ride or fail?

Poems by Rubsta

every time i remember andrew is a student i cant stop laughing
this tiny asshole has to do homework, he has to do exams and turn up to classes
what if he misses the class??? he has to ask other students for notes??? my heart goes out to the poor soul who has to partner up with this dick, GROUP PROJECTS WITH ANDREW MINYARD, everyone Hates him, his professors are afraid to tell him hes missed three deadlines, would he miss deadlines??? this kid has an eidetic memory he doesnt forget deadlines,,, is he a diligent student??? does he get all of his work done asap or does neil find him at 3 am doing 4 different essays and running on red bull and ice cream??? oh my god andrew giving a presentation, the most half assed yet thorough presentation uve ever seen,, DOES HE GET LOST IN HALLWAYS SURROUNDED BY TALL PEOPLE??? (im also 5 feet and this happens to me All the Time) does he have to wait until corridors are clear before he can leave class to avoid getting absolutely trampled???