seriously i do this in public

hey… do you guys think… that the blue spirit became kinda like a criptid/myth in the ATLA verse? like Zuko never told the public about it obviously. and we know from the ember Island players episode that the blue spirit was “The scourge of the fire nation” so do like… do you think people are out there… looking for the blue spirit like bigfoot… and Zuko is sitting in his palace like “I wonder what I did with that old mask”

“I oppose fascists, but I also oppose antifa” to me might as well just read “I claim to oppose fascists, but I also oppose the only thing that can meaningfully stop them from recruiting and organizing for genocide.”

People seriously don’t get that the tactic of swaying the public through debate doesn’t work against fascists. Fascists don’t need majority approval or support to do horrible things, they just need to feel like there aren’t any significant social repercussions for it. If they don’t face backlash when they spread their propaganda and declare their intention to commit ethnic cleansing, that’s when they’ll know that they’ll be able to get away with actually doing what they intend to do.

And don’t delude yourself into thinking that you can convince fascists to change their mind with reason, because their arguments aren’t meant to adhere to reason or truth. Instead, they’re performative statements with two purposes: the first is to state what would need to be true to justify their existing intentions, and the second is to signal themselves to other members of their in-group so they can more easily join together to form a coherent political force.

This is why, when dealing with fascists, the only effective tactic is to raise the social cost of being fascist, so that they’re afraid to spread fascist propaganda openly. Sometimes this means violence, other times it just means denying them a platform to spread their ideas and recruit other fascists.

Because of this, when liberals defend the “free speech” of fascists, this effectively gives fascists a space to signal their intentions to other fascists, allowing them to group together and organize. Allow fascists to organize, and they’ll commit acts of terror against the most vulnerable populations.

You don’t even necessarily have to like it when antifa resort to black bloc tactics, but if you oppose antifa in general, you’re a stooge. The way you oppose fascists is by shutting them the fuck down, and if you’re against that, you’re doing nothing but aiding the enemy.

  • lance takes keith to the mall of america one time for a date because “malls are the bomb dot com, now get in the car. thirteen hours in the car with me is gonna go by so fast”
  • also, lance knows that keith doesn’t handle crowded spaces very well. so he makes sure to research the quietest day of the year for their trip, and goes near closing hours
  • keith is skeptical of this whole adventure until he sees how big the mall’s forever 21 is. ripped jeans for miles. entire crates of black nail polish. flannel boyfriend shirts 
    • and keith expects lance to hurry him out after a bit bc that’s what the rest of the group does, but lance just kisses keith on the cheek:
    • lance: “dude, we have nowhere else to be. now go do some sexy modeling for me.”
    • and keith tries on all sorts of outfits and lance is super supportive of everything and laughs with keith and takes selfies of the two of them sneaking into the dressing room, then selfies of the two of them making out in said dressing room
  • they find the ragstock and lance like. teleports over to the plastic metallic skinny pants in the year-round halloween costume section. you know the ones.
  • keith: “lance, these are twenty dollars a pair.”
  • lance: “I’m buying them.”
  • keith: “you just told me last week your debit card was almost empty.”
  • lance takes keith by the shoulders and stares into his eyes: “keith. my man. my almost main bro–”
  • keith: “I’m not your main bro?”
  • lance: “hunk’s my main bro. but keith, I love you. and I respect your choices, so please respect that this is just something i have to do.”
  • keith sighs but then smiles when lance pecks him on the lips and mumbles “lance, people are watching” 
    • and lance grins like a little imp. “what? people are watching??” he swoons into keith’s arms. “oh, my darling boyfriend, the eye of the public is upon us!
    • “lance stop” keith is blushing super hard. lance is now collapsed into his arms. and shouting.
    • “kiss me keith! breathe life back into my dainty limbs!” and lance drags them both to the floor and they’re both laughing super hard until lance sobers up in a flash:
    • “no but seriously I’m buying these pants.”

*buying harry’s rolling stone issue*

cashier: i heard he like put out solo stuff.

me: haha yeah! it’s pretty good.

cashier: maybe i’ll have to take him seriously.

me: *internally* bitch, you best respect my mother fucking man. do you even know who you’re talking to? that man is the sunshine of my existence. you don’t deserve his silky smooth voice in your life. how dare you? who do you even think you are. you got my eye twitching. my palms are sweating. you’re lucky we’re in a public place or i’d whoop your little ass.

me: haha yeah.

The beat drops. Taylor Swift clears her throat. The best response to controversy is more music. It’s only fitting that “…Ready for It?,” the second single from Swift’s upcoming album Reputation, premiered last night via a trailer for ABC’s fall season. This is the perfect song for soapy, don’t-call-it-a-guilty-pleasure television, all too appropriate for a woman who named her cat for Meredith of Grey’s Anatomy.

If 1989 was Swift’s attempt to rewrite pop music in her own image, “…Ready for It?” finds her doing Top 40 pop on everyone else’s terms. The ingredients are familiar - a beat borrowed from Sleigh Bells’ “Kids,” her voice channelling Ellie Goulding, Sia, Rihanna. Swift has never sung more expressively, nor sounded more in tune with the way modern pop production uses the voice as an instrument. Some will call it a concession to pop radio - where all roads lead back to Rihanna.

But the lyrics, which tick off a dark list of fantasies, are unmistakably Swift. “Me, I was a robber first time that he saw me/ Stealing hearts and running off and never saying sorry.” Is she confessing that she’s a maneater? Or is she mocking her public image? Unlike “Blank Space”, which was a clear wink at the camera, she might be doing both at once.

Instead of accelerating into an anthemic chorus, her voice floats up into the heavens. “In the middle of the night, in my dreams/ You should see the things we do, baby”. It’s not just a major-key, traditionally Swiftian chorus – it’s one of the prettiest melodies of her career. Deep down, she’s still the same wide-eyed romantic Taylor Swift. Or is she? “I know I’m gonna be with you / So I take my time.” The beat drops; she pulls the rug out from under us: “Are you ready for it?” Is this a dream, or a nightmare?

And how long has Taylor Swift been holding onto that “He can be my jailer/ Burton to this Taylor” line – a reference to Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor that could only be pulled off by a mind-bogglingly famous woman with the same name? Liz Taylor was an acclaimed performer whose fame often overshadowed her art; sounds familiar. Alongside Richard Burton, her most (in)famous husband, she co-starred in 11 films. Were their tabloid controversies a distraction from Liz’s art, or did her whole life – her characters, romances, public image – become one grand performance?

Taylor Swift, like Madonna before her, refuses to let the media control her perception. But Swift’s not asking us to buy into her personal drama here – in fact, she’s never taken herself less seriously. “Look What You Made Me Do” opened with a line widely interpreted as a Kim/Kanye diss – “I don’t like your little games.” On “…Ready for It?”, she responds emphatically: “Let the games begin!” Swift’s playing the villain, and she knows it.

The accepted wisdom is that Taylor Swift uses her singles to strike back at her exes, or fuel feuds with celebrities. But pop songs are about identification. They’re not literal press releases about public figures – or why would we, the listener, find any emotion in them? While the internet speculates over her politics, argues about how likeable she is, Taylor Swift reinvents herself. That’s what pop stars do. It doesn’t matter whether or not you like these singles. If you acknowledge that this is a new Taylor Swift, she’s already won.

Ultimately, “Look What You Made Me Do” and “…Ready for It?” aren’t about Kanye, Katy, or Calvin. They’re about Swift herself, and her lesson to us: you don’t have to give a damn about your bad reputation.

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So you want to write an autistic character.

Wait, what? Why would I do that?

I have two main answers to that question.

  • We exist! We’re part of natural human diversity! It is estimated that around 1% of people are autistic (and the number may be even higher). That may not sound like a lot, but 1% of 7.5 billion people is 75 million people! Which means that there are more autistic people than there are French people in the world. So if you want to write diverse characters, an autistic character is something to consider seriously!
  • Good, accurate representation of autistic people in media helps autism become more well-known by the general public. If people see us as humans when they read about good autistic characters in books, they are more likely to see us as humans when they come across one of us in the real world, and to treat us accordingly. So by writing an autistic character, you’re helping autistic people everywhere, in your own way.


OK, I’m convinced. But what is autism anyway?

Let’s start with what it is not! Autism is not a mental illness. This means this is not something you can somehow get later in life: you can start having depression at any stage in your life, but you are born autistic. Moreover, while depression and some other mental illness can be cured or be temporary, you are autistic for your whole life.

So what is it? It is considered a developmental disorder. This means that you born autistic, and that every stage of your development (baby-> toddler->child->teenager->adult->elderly person) is affected by autism, and will happen differently than that of a non-autistic person.

It is also considered a disability: there are things in of life that non-autistic people can do that are difficult or impossible for autistic people.

Finally, it is what we call a neurodivergence: this means that our brain is wired in a way that is different to that of most people. While it can make life harder for us in some regards, we are in no way lesser to non-autistic people, just different. We also have abilities and positive traits that others lack. And most the problems we encounter in our daily life are not because of autism per se, but because of a lack of awareness, understanding, and accommodations from others.

It is important to note here that autism is something that is still being researched,  and not everyone agrees with all of the above definitions, but we’ll get into this discussion in another post!

So tell me, what are autistic people like?

First of all, there is a very important thing to keep in mind: We are all different. We are all our own person, and we are just as diverse (or maybe even more so) than non-autistic people are. We all have a mix-and-match assortment of autistic traits, traits that are not typically autistic, and personal quirks. All of these can have different expressions, different intensities and different triggers depending on the person, but also on the context and on the moment. So there is not one way to be autistic, but as many ways as there are autistic people (that is, a lot.)

With that in mind, I will list here some common autistic traits that we will be expanding on in future posts: this may serve as a table of contents of sorts.

  • Difficulties with everything social: understanding social rules, understanding non-verbal cues and conversational rules, and using them correctly is very difficult for most of us. We often struggle with making friends and finding romantic partners.
  • Difficulties with typical communication: a lot of autistic people have trouble with communicating verbally (this includes sign language), and some are sometimes or always non-verbal. A lot of us prefer alternative means of communication such as typing. Even when we do talk, we may do so oddly.
  • Sensory differences: We can be hyper- or hypo-sensitive to different sensory inputs. This translates to a lot of us as struggling with things like loud noises, bright lights or being touched.
  • Stimming: You may often find us flapping our hands, rocking back and forth, twirling our fingers, playing with our hair, pacing… or even things like hitting our heads or biting ourselves.
  • Meltdowns and shutdowns: When we are very overwhelmed, we can have violent meltdowns which can include shouting, crying, and self-harming stims, or shutdowns in which we completely stop reacting and responding to our environment.
  • Special interests: Most of us have one or several topics which we are very, very interested in. They can change with time or be lifelong. We can spend hours researching such topics and talking about them. A special interest can look obsessive to outside observers.
  • Need for routine: We often need to have our days planned in advance following a routine, and we can be very upset if there is a sudden change to that routine or if something unplanned happens.
  • Executive dysfunction: Getting started on an activity, figuring out and following all the steps which it involves, switching activities and making decisions can all be difficult things for us.

There are other common autistic traits which we’ll talk about later, but these are the main ones.

This will be all for an introductory post. If you have any question, our ask-box is open!

OT3 Ideas
  •  So the two of us are having this lovely lunch date at a cafe when some asshole on rollerblades crashes into our table and we all tumble to the ground together in a sprawl of limbs and bodies
  • We all like to sleep in the same bed at night, but somehow one of us always ends up pushing the other two off the fucking bed
  • I’m having this epic paintball fight and I’m recruiting team mates randomly so here you two take these guns and try not to get shot don’t ask questions oH SHIT HERE THEY COME
  • I’m sitting on a toilet in a public restroom and I’ve been singing because I thought I was by myself but all of a sudden two other people join in from the stalls around me and now we have this epic three part harmony going on, so this has to be the best poop break I have ever taken
  • You’ve been studying for this really tough test that’s coming up and the two of us know you need a break so we started a pillow fight but holy shit do you take this seriously oH MY GOD NO
  • So we’re on this long ass 12 hour flight and we’re sitting in a three seat setup in coach, and the person in the middle has fallen asleep so now us two on the end have made a game of how many things we can put on the middle person’s sleeping body/face before they wake up
  • WE’VE BEEN STUCK IN THIS ELEVATOR FOR EIGHT GODDAM HOURS AND IT’S REALLY FUCKING HOT SO I’M STRIPPING AND IF YOU TWO HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT THEN TAKE IT UP WITH MY BARE ASS
  • Ok one of you two flatfoots stole my wallet and I’m going to pat both of you down and helloooo I failed to realize how hot you two were
  • We all wore the same shirt today, and I so wore it better you copycat bitches
  • How did all three of us decide to rob the same fucking house on the same fucking night oh my fucking god
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warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, spanking, oral sex, fingering, rough sex, asphyxiation (choking), ass play, degrading names, dom!jungkook + sub!reader

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“Who the hell are you?”

“Headquarters sent me to assist you.”

“Headquarters knows I work alone.”

“I’m not here as your operational partner, ma’am. I’m here as your legal advisor.”

“My legal advisor?“

“Ma’am, do you realise you unnecessarily violated over fifty local, state and international statutes in the course of your most recent operation?”

“They’ve seriously sent you to –“

“Among other things: kidnapping, grand larceny, aggravated assault –“

“Now hold on just a –”

“– public indecency, unlicensed operation of heavy machinery, desecration of a protected cultural heritage site –“

“Desecration of a what?“

“– contributing to the delinquency of a minor, breach of fiduciary duty, and violation of the Endangered Species Act.“

“… that bird had it coming.”

“Mm.”

t06k  asked:

The problem isn't that you've offended people, it's that you refuse to stop. People have asked you to stop, and instead of stopping you say "It's just a joke, chill." Because you're famous now, you can't talk like you do at home or in public cause no one here knows you. So, even if you don't mean it, apologize and watch your words. People take things from famous people way too seriously for no reason, but it's a problem they need to deal with.

1- I aint famous fam. I’m just some kid with a cringe series going on on youtube.

2- I aint watching my words because I believe my dialect is fine. I only know a couple words you can use to call a person names and that sounded like my best choice

3- there are people like pewds, markiplier, jack that swear on a daily basis on their videos. And they swear like a sailor, which I find hilarious as freak. And no one is cruficying them for doing it so. And they ARE, indeed, famous.

4- with “u wont stop!!” What do you mean? I only used the word O N C E on tumblr and then refered to it as R word as I was answering people. If defending myself or try to sort out the issue is “not stoping” then… dude… you’re not understanding.

5- I got nothing to apologise for? I ised the word once under a justified circumstance that I don’t regret, for is being used in the right context under no harm. Also if you mean by the other answers people that follow me know I love sarcasm and answer some questions with bit of salt for the humor.

Yeh….


Time to reblog that clip again…

Dialogue Prompt List 2

You can use these for your own stories, or you can request one for me to do. If there’s any specific stories you want me to do with the prompts you choose, let me know in the request.
If you do choose to do one of these prompts, tag me in it so I can read it!


1. “I feel like I’m losing my damn mind.”

2. “Gah! Why are you so cold? Get off of me you icicle!”

3. “Marry me?”

4. “God, I was so worried!” “I was only gone for five minutes!”

5. “Please don’t shut me out.”

6. “I can’t believe you haven’t noticed. I’m screaming for someone to notice, to help me, and yet no one does!”

7. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

8. “This is going to hurt, I’m so sorry.”

9. “Who did this to you?”

10. “I’m gonna kill him!”

11. “Cuddle me you weirdo.”

12. “I’m pregnant.”

13. “Are you…crying? You? Mister/Miss, ‘I don’t cry, I’m tough as hell’?”
“Oh shut up, we all have our weaknesses!”

14. “You’re part of the family now, don’t ever think you’re not.”

15. “Breathe, can you do that for me?”

16. “I’m a burden to you!”

17. “I’m better off dead.” “You’re better off alive, with me.”

18. “You’re beautiful, and if anyone says that you’re not, know that they’re damn well wrong.”

19. “You’re warm, s'great for cuddling.”

20. “Send help, the kids are out of control!”

21. “C'mere you sexy thing!”

22. “I, um, might’ve gone a little bit overboard on the shopping.” “A little bit?!”

23. “You did this all for me?” “No, I did this for Jeffrey across the street. Yes I did this for you!”

24. “What the hell is happening to me?”

25. “You aren’t dreaming, look, I’m here, this is real.”

26. “There’s so much blood, it won’t come off!”

27. “Woah, slow down, what’s going on?”

28. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

29. “You mess with her/him, you mess with me.”

30. “That’s it, you’re staying here until I can get this sorted.” “But I–” “No buts!”

31. “I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”

32. “I love you, you know that right?”

33. “I’m coming to get you, stay there.”

34. “Okay, so don’t freak out, but I got flour everywhere…”

35. “Is it supposed to look like that?” “I think so?” “Is that a question or a statement?”

36. “Woah, I never knew you had a tattoo!”

37. “Are you safe?” “I-I don’t know.”

38. “S/he deserves better than me.”

39. “We’re more than just friends and you know it.”

40. “It’s me! It’s me! Calm down, baby, please.”

41. “What have you been doing? Actually, don’t answer that, I don’t want to know.”

42. “Is the movie too scary? I can stop it if you want and we could watch something else.”

44. “Touch her again, and I’ll kill you.” “Will you? Because last time I checked, petty threats don’t do shit, ____. They just piss me off more.”

45. “You don’t mess with my family.”

46. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

47. “Please don’t leave me.”

48. “Did you just slap my ass?” “Actually, I firmly grasped it.” “Did you just quote Spongebob?

49. “Beautiful.”

50. “Let her/him go, please! I’m the one you want!” “Oh really now? What can you do for me?”

51. “I’ve got you, you’re safe now.”

52. “And you didn’t think to tell me about this until now?” “I didn’t think it was that important…”

53. “I can’t carry on this way anymore, I can’t live like this.”

54. “You know if you wanted sex, you could’ve just asked.”

55. “Stop freaking out, you’re making me freak out! And I’m the level headed one of the house!”

56. “Please don’t do this, your family needs you, your friends need you, I need you.”

57. “You can’t hide from me!”

58. “Well this is a nice change of scenery.” “_____, we’re in a prison cell.” “I was being sarcastic.”

59. “How sweet, sacrificing yourself for her, when did you get a heart?”

60. “Um, I don’t think that what you’re doing is legal, so if you could just let me go, that would be great.”

61. “I thought you said you knew where we were going.”
“Yeah I lied.”

62. “Shit, you’re freezing, let’s get you warmed up, alright?”

63. “What happened to me?”

64. “I’m not letting you sleep on the floor, get up here.”

65. “It’s not like I’m some broken vase that you can just glue back together and then expect that everything will be okay again! It doesn’t work like that!”

66. “Everything I’ve done is for you, you’re the only thing in the world that matters to me.”

67. “Are you seriously stuck right now?” “Don’t just stand there! Help me!”

68. “I can’t do the things that you can do.”

69. “Please don’t post that, no!” “Oops, too late.”

70. “What game is that?”

71. “I said create a distraction, not this!”

72. “We’re in public, stop that.”

73. “I had some food from your fridge, I hope you don’t mind.”

74. “Hand over the girl.” “That’s not gonna happen in your lifetime.”

75. “Can you stop poking me?!” “I’m not poking you.”

76. “I’ve already told you this, we’re not killing anyone!”

77. “I’m about seventy five percent sure that this bridge won’t break.”
“Only seventy five?!”

78. “I need you to be my girlfriend for about five minutes.”

79. “I don’t need protecting!”

80. “You know they’re going to use the things you love against you.”

81. “It’s locked!” “You mean we’re stuck in here?”

82. “Shut up.” “I didn’t say anything.” “I don’t care, shut up.”

83. “Hey! I was watching that!”

84. “I thought they’d killed you, I’m glad I thought wrong.”

85. “Not now, I’m busy.”
“But it’s been so long!”

painted kisses

pairing: tom holland x reader

requested?: yes, by the lovely @tomhollandxreader ! i hope this is what you were after :-)

word count: 1253

summary: tom gets a little restless while wandering through the local art gallery so the reader comes up with a game to keep them amused.

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“i don’t mean to be rude,” tom whispered in your ear, arms slung over your shoulders, “but that’s quite possibly the ugliest painting i’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

you snorted, turning your eyes away from the beige and grey depiction of european scenery and elbowed your boyfriend gently in the ribs, making him laugh and double over.

“why are you whispering?”

tom stopped giggling and made an indignant face, looking around the room.

“you never know who might be listening. any one of those people might be the artist.”

turning around, you glanced around the interior of the local art gallery’s main hall. it was especially quiet for a saturday afternoon and a few lonely patrons wandered the corridors on either side of you – mainly elderly people here for the history and young hipsters here for the aesthetic. a solitary security guard leant against the entrance pillar, eyes glued to his phone screen. you looked back at tom, who tilted his head towards the guard, eyebrows raised.

“no,” you rolled your eyes, smiling and walking on, “he’s definitely not the artist.”

“how do you know?”

tom shuffled after you, hands pushed into his jeans. your lazy saturday dates out around the town had become a regular thing, ever since you’d started dating four months ago. now neither of you bothered to dress up too much but tom still looked effortlessly good. his black skinnies fit perfectly and the white rose t-shirt harrison had lent him was carefully rolled up at the sleeves, exposing his biceps. you reached for his hand and he met you half-way, letting your intertwined fingers hang down between the two of you as you entered the next room.

“tom, that hall is literally called ‘the renaissance era’. that’s the 13th and 14th century - there’s no way the artist is still alive,” you poked your tongue out and he grinned, running a hand through his unruly curls.

“fine, miss history-buff. but seriously, how was that painting art-gallery-worthy? i’m like, 99% sure that pads could’ve done something better.”

you laughed and squeezed his hand.

“okay, i got an idea. if you want to do something fun and avoid the shitty art, let’s play a game!”

tom stopped you and drew back a little, raising his left eyebrow in a question.

“y/n, it’s a public art gallery.”

you shushed him and pulled out your phone, cheeks getting red with excitement.

“go along with it, i promise it’ll be fun! do you have your phone on you?”

tom dazedly pulled his iphone out of his back pocket and handed it over, too busy watching you to care. he thought you looked especially beautiful today under the clean white light of the gallery, and he knew you well enough to know that your good ideas always turned out to be something that he would add to his collection of best memories with you.

“baby?”

“sorry,” he smiled, blinking once to wake himself up and looking down at you. you held his phone up to him and tom took it, returning his hand to yours and kissing your forehead quickly. “so what’s this fantastic plan of yours?”

you smiled and tapped your phone on his chest lightly.

“we’re going to have an art scavenger hunt around the gallery.”

tom returned your smile, eyes shining at the idea of a challenge.

“i’m in, love. lay out the rules for me.”

“okay so,” you bit your lip, “we’re going to split up and race each other to find different works of art that fit the theme we choose. and then whoever finds an artwork first gets a point, before we start the next round.”

“what’s the phone for?”

“facetime,” you winked, “so we can be apart but i can still make sure you’re not cheating.”

tom nudged your hip with his and grinned.

“fair enough. you don’t want me asking the security guard a.k.a. renaissance artist for help, i get it.”

you blew tom a kiss and he pretended to catch it.

“alright, let’s get started. first theme?”

you thought for a moment.

“an artwork with a dog in it!”

tom nodded appreciatively and stepped away from you, backing himself towards the far left exit. he held up his iphone.

“i’m calling you now – ready?”

nodding, you swiped ‘accept’ and tom’s slightly-pixelated face appeared on your screen. he made a funny face and you laughed, hearing it echo on the call.

“good luck baby.”

“oh, you’ll need it.”

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“the security guard’s giving me a funny look,” tom hissed, still on your facetime call, and you started to laugh, earning yourself a similar glare from the old man sitting on the gallery lounge.

“doesn’t matter, i found an artwork that uses the colour pink anyway, soooo…”

tom cussed and then clapped a hand over his mouth, looking down with his eyes wide.

“am i allowed to swear in an art gallery?”

you laughed harder.

“oh my god, you’re a mess.”

“i’m your mess though,” he smirked and held the camera up to his lips, puckering them and pretending to kiss you through the screen.

“yeah, yeah – don’t suck up to me because i’m the winner.”

“you haven’t won just yet – we’re tied, love.”

you and tom had been playing scavenger hunt for the past hour in the art gallery. every so often you’d run into each other and he’d reach out, snaking a hand around your waist and pulling you in for a kiss as you passed him. glancing down, you checked the facetime call - 73 minutes long.

“tom, do you wanna leave? we can maybe grab some food down the street and head home for a movie?”

he cocked his head and smiled at you sweetly through the video call.

“that sounds like an amazing saturday night to me, love. but how about we finish this game? i’ve got one more thing for us to find.”

“mmmkay,” you smiled back, familiar with tom’s competitive streak. “what are we looking for this time?”

“a kiss.”

you giggled and started to move, ready to beat your boyfriend on this one. there was a statue you’d passed a few times in the eastern corridor – a greek marble sculpture of a man and a woman, locked in an embrace. tom wasn’t going to be winning this one.

“know exactly where you’re going, do you?”

there was some humour in tom’s voice and you flipped him your middle finger over facetime, not even bothering to look down as you marched east through the gallery. the doorway to the statue was just ahead –

“better watch where you’re going, darling.”

tom’s voice echoed as you entered the corridor and you bumped straight into your boyfriend’s chest, accidentally knocking your phone out of your hand.

“wha-“                                                                            

before you could respond, tom wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer, using the other hand to lift your chin and drop his lips to yours. he kissed you heavily, dipping you back a bit but supporting your weight as if you were as light as a feather. your fingers found their way to the nape of his neck and you lost yourself in the kiss, curling them into the soft hair you found there. tom moaned and pulled away slowly, making your head spin. he looked down at you in awe, watching as you touched a finger to your lips and gazed back up at him, looking beautiful and star-struck. a cheeky smile spread across his face.

“i found the kiss. guess i win.”

Wanna One Kang Daniel Prince! AU (Part 3)

Sorry for the delay, y’all! You can find the first part here, the second part here and the fourth part here. Enjoy! (You + Kang Daniel)

Originally posted by seong-wu

  • After that day, you had been even more shy than usual around Daniel, now aware of your deeper feelings
  • You were falling harder and harder for Daniel, but it seemed completely one sided to you; to him it was probably mainly a business deal
  • But regardless, it was still easy to hang out as friends
  • Anyway the two of you didn’t exactly know how to try “dating” other than hanging out as usual with Ong and Jaehwan
  • The four of you frequented a cafe after school, only ordering pastries instead of actual drinks, and played board games or cards together for a couple hours
  • Afterwards, all of you would head back to your homes, Ong always walking you to your bus stop because Daniel had his drivers and Jaehwan lived in an opposite direction
  • You and Ong weren’t friends at first, but he was really funny with an open personality, and got closer to you
  • He’d always joke around about how Daniel hadn’t been friends with a girl since forever, and it was incredible how you randomly popped up
  • Openly told you that he wanted the two of you to get together because it’d be “satisfying”, which was weird he already thought this considering the situation you and Daniel were in lol
  • You and Daniel decided not to tell Ong and Jaehwan for the time being about the “arrangement” because you knew they would immediately start teasing the both of you about it (even more than they already did)
  • Anyway your day was pretty much like this for a couple weeks: going to school, hanging out with friends after school, and then heading back home
  • You didn’t think it’d be this simple, but when you asked Daniel about it, he just flashed that smile and replied that he’d been telling his parents that “you two were going on dates every day after school”
  • This is pretty easy if it counts as dating.
  • But no, of course it couldn’t be that easy: the Queen had asked her servants to check up on how you and Daniel were doing on the dates, and when she found out you two were just hanging out with friends, she was unhappy, to say the least
  • It all went down one day after school… you, Daniel, Ong and Jaehwan were all getting ready to walk to the cafe, but as soon as you exited the school front doors, there they were: the Queen’s loyal servants YAY
  • “Miss (Y/L/N), Prince, please come with us, the Queen requests your presence at the palace,” one of the men said, leading you to the car, leaving Ong and Jaehwan protesting “what about me, oppaaa” to the servants, earning some sour looks (wtf)
  • You and Daniel sat down in the car, and immediately you theorized what the problem was
  • “Oh my god Daniel they know, they know that we haven’t been actually dating this entire time, they’re going to be so pissed at us, what are we gonna do oh my god omghfj sod-”
  • Daniel just laughed because that’s what he does and squeezed your cheeks with one hand
  • “(Y/N), they’re just my parents, what are they gonna do, it’s probably just so we can eat dinner with them today, chill”
  • You glared at Daniel, and silently freaked out for the rest of the car ride; you just had this feeling that something was up
  • The both of you arrived at the palace and were immediately sat down at another large dinner table; different from the previous times
  • You kicked Daniel under the table; something was definitely up, you just knew it
  • A couple minutes later, the King and Queen showed up, and quietly sat across from you, softly smiling
  • “What’s up guys,” Daniel casually asked, you side-eyeing him
  • “Oh, we just wanted to have dinner together!” the Queen chirped, the King nodding along
  • “I told you, (Y/N),” Daniel said, nudging you, “dumbass”
  • You let your guard down, but kept getting the vibe that something was wrong
  • You decided to go ahead and enjoy the food, Daniel also did so, stuffing his face like he hadn’t eaten in… ever
  • After you all finished dessert, you and Daniel collapsed back in your chairs, groaning at how full you two were
  • And finally, the Queen let you know why you two were actually here, the both of you completely dead from all the food
  • “So we’ve heard that you two have been going on some fun dates together, looks like you two are really getting a great taste of what a relationship is like, that’s great for you!”
  • The two of you just stared at her: where was this going…
  • “We don’t think this is enough though, we’d like you two to get even closer. Part of this deal is that (Y/N) learns how to get used to life in the palace, and how to act as the Princess!” the Queen exclaimed, pausing for a second before nudging the King
  • “Oh, yes, so (Y/N), from now on you should eat dinner here, and feel free to sleep here during the night time,”
  • “Oh, that’s completely fine, I’ll be going now, thank you for the meal,” you said, standing up from your chair, before the Queen interrupted
  • “Ah, no, (Y/N), what we mean is that you must eat and sleep here, in order for you to more properly adjust and expose yourself to what life as the Princess will be like,”
  • “But what about my pare-”
  • “We have already notified your parents of this arrangement, and they have more than accommodating of the plans, please be comfortable,”
  • You shot a look at Daniel: I told you so…
  • He shrugged in response: Oh welp lol
  • When suddenly, the Queen made things even mORE weird
  • “(Y/N), it would be ideal if you stayed in Daniel’s room, but for now you can sleep in one of the guest spaces near his room.”
  • Were you freaking out? uHHH yes you were, now you were living at Daniel’s house, at the palace… at the home of the guY YOU LIKED… could this get any more weird for you??
  • And finally, Daniel started showing reactions to this whole scenario, as he started blushing and scratching his face in embarrassment, making you feel even moRe awkward 
  • The King cut into your running thoughts, as he happily proposed that you “could tutor Daniel” in the classes you share, earning a “HEY i’M SMART” protest from Daniel
  • The Queen and King promptly ended the dinner, leaving you and Daniel to trudge up to his room in awkward silence
  • The both of you tiredly looked at one another, silently agreeing to just head to your own rooms for the night
  • “Night, (Y/N)”
  • “Good night”
  • And that was that.
  • You lived at the palace now.
  • You could barely get to sleep that night, wondering if now the relationship between you two would get awkward; how much this would change things because obviously Daniel had gotten somewhat shy that night
  • The next day, you were woken up by a maid, as you forgot to set your alarm the previous night
  • “Miss (Y/L/N), please follow us to the washing room, we have prepared your bath,” one of the servants said, guiding you to a washroom
  • You walked over to the washroom, the maid stopping by the door and telling you to enter, slightly smiling
  • Was that a giggle in her voice? What the hell…
  • You walked into the humongous room, with a sitting area and multiple closets before getting to the actual shower area
  • WeLP the reason for the giggling maid became clear, when you entered the washroom to see shirtless Daniel splashing water over his face, a towel covering his neck and some of his wet hair
  • (NO MORE BIH WE KEEPIN THIS PG)
  • “Oh… oh my god… Daniel COVER YOURSELF” you mustered out, before dropping to squat on the floor, covering your eyes (oh you)
  • “OH MY GOD (Y/N) WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO TO ME… HOW COULD YOU LET YOUR LUSTFUL EYES TAINT MY BODY…” Daniel screamed at you, covering himself up with his hands
  • “Daniel, that’s not how this works. My innocent eyes are the ones that are tainted, turd”, you breathed, still covering your face, turning around
  • “nO YOU SICK PERVERT WOMAN! CAN’T A MAN CLEANSE IN PEACE??!?”
  • “what the hell man I’m not even going to shower today fuck this”
  • “GO!! YOU CAN’T WASH AWAY YOUR SOILED INTENTIONS AND DIRTY MIND ANYWAY!!”
  • You couldn’t help but giggle as you ran out of the bathroom, collapsing onto one of the couches in the washroom’s sitting areas
  • He manages to be this charming and strange even when he’s half naked… someone give this man an award, you thought as you closed your eyes, relaxing on the seat
  • You had been prepared for your relationship to be awkward, just like how it kind of was last night, but everything was… completely back to “normal”, even if that was completely abnormal for most people
  • The craziness… it was comfortable, for the both of you.
  • A couple minutes later, a dressed Daniel walked out of the bathroom into the sitting area, smiling as he saw you curled up on the couch, your phone right next to your face
  • He was about to tap you awake like a noRMAL person would, but then couldn’t let this opportunity to go to waste
  • Daniel barely held in his laughter while taking your phone from right in front of your sleeping face, making sure the phone was not on mute and on the highest ring volume
  • He let a giggle escape him as he hid in the corner of you, calling your number
  • Your phone rang right in your face, extremely loud, causing you to spaz awake, jumping like a monkey to attack Daniel who was literally on the floor laughing, clutching his stomach
  • “ASSHOLE YOU ARE GOING TO REGRET THIS SO BADLY,” you screamed, kicking him before running into the shower room and slamming the door shut
  • I won’t be having a single normal morning from now on, will I…
  • YEP (Y/N) that’s exactly what’s going to happen from now on
  • If your alarm didn’t wake you up, every morning either you pranking Daniel or him pranking you would be sure to do the job
  • From him pouring his cologne-y smelling shampoo into your bottle to you stealing the toilet paper, your mornings were sure to be hectic (if not violent)
  • But you found yourself incredibly enjoying it
  • (and Daniel was too)
  • Both of you loved how the other didn’t take themselves so seriously, despite acting completely normal when it was necessary for public affairs
  • The both of you got closer than even before, if that was possible
  • You, Daniel, Ong and Jaehwan continued hanging out, but there was no way to continue hiding the fact that you and Daniel had this weird arrangement going on, since you went home with him every day
  • On the first day after that dinner, on the walk to the cafe after school, you and Daniel walked in front of Ong and Jaehwan, bickering about who would be the one to break the news to the guys
  • “YoU TELL THEM”
  • “NO YOU DO IT, THIS IS ALL THANKS TO YOUR PARENTS…”
  • “yeAh but I’m NOT MY PARENTS (Y/N)…”
  • “Tell us what, that you guys are having an arranged marriage?” Jaehwan asked, behind the both of you
  • “WHAT?? HOW DID YOU KNOW WHAT THE F-”
  • “HOLY SHIT I WAS RIGHT??? I WAS JOKING WHY DIDN’T YOU GUYS TELL US WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO”
  • “heYyyy I thought we were getting married Daniel, you unloyal hoe” Ong joking pouted, cutely punching Daniel
  • The teasing has already started. Great.
  • From then on, you two couldn’t catch a break with them, Onghwan always “ooooh”ing and snickering whenever you even taLKEd to each other
  • “Daniel watch out, (Y/N) is a total gold digger, watch out for yourself bro”
  • “I will hurt you, Ong Seongwoo”
  • But the time you three spent together was just as fun as before, except now you went home with Daniel instead of walking to your bus stop with Ong (which he alSO teased you about)
  • Anyway you and Daniel would do homework together every night, Daniel putting in effort to actually learn from you when you tutored him in math
  • His grades actually increased, to the delight of his parents
  • They were also very happy that even that you two basically ruined the washroom every day, you two were getting closer (which was their goal)
  • Anyway one night while tutoring Daniel, he fell asleep while you were explaining a concept, his head lolling around in the high chair he was sitting in next to his desk
  • You couldn’t bring yourself to wake him up, bringing a light blanket to cover him up, and began to stare at his adorable yet attractive face
  • “I didn’t know what I was getting into for the past few months… but it’s really been a lot of fun,” you whispered, softly poking Daniel’s cheek
  • “I don’t think I would mind marrying you at all, Daniel,” you breathed out, your fingers dropping to his lips as you blushed at the touch
  • But you didn’t have much time to appreciate the quiet stillness when Daniel’s mouth opened, biting the tips of your fingers
  • WhAT THE FUCK IS HE AWAKE OH MY GOD HOW LONG HAS HE BEEN LISTENING OSH FMDKLMY GOD
  • You yanked your fingers out of his mouth, standing up in shock, knocking over the stool you were sitting on
  • You stared in horror as one side of Daniel’s mouth curled upwards, eyes still closed
  • Your own mouth dropped open when he asked the dreaded question with the completely obvious answer, his eyes mischievously opening, giving you a look that made your heart beat even faster than it had been already
  • ”(Y/N), do you like me?”

Originally posted by parkji-hoons

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4


A/N: Wow look at me being all evil with the cliffhanger LOL

Anyway thank you all so much for all the kind words you’ve sent me during this time, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate the support and patience 💞

I can see this AU wrapping up in the next part, and I’m so glad you all have been liking it so far!

And thanks for 900 followers!

i cant wait for someone to bare witness to sangwoo and bum’s relationship being more than just “cousins” or “college buddies”. i cant wait for someone to walk in on them being intimate.

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There were only thirty minutes left in the game and tension was high in the crowded arena. The NY Rangers were down by only one point and needed just that to beat the LA Kings. You weren’t really rooting for either team, hockey wasn’t your thing, but you wore Ethan’s Rangers jersey with pride as you fisted your hand into the bucket of popcorn on your lap. Ethan cheered and cried next to you, gripping Grayson’s jersey tight whenever the Rangers were close to scoring a goal. His jaw was clenched, muscles tense, as he kept his eyes fixated on the game. He hadn’t paid much attention to you since you had left the hotel room and you tried your best to swallow down your disappointment. You thought of all things you could be doing in New York instead of sitting at some dumb hockey game but you tried your best to remain enthusiastic for Ethan’s sake. He rarely got enough free time between filming videos, editing, meetings, interview – everything. Not to mention he had been more stressed than usual and a little on edge so you figured a simple hockey game wasn’t too much to ask if it would make him happy.

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OK but seriously, Bitty and Jack’s public coming out/proposal...

I have this headcanon/idea that if they come out publicly they decide, “Fuck it. If we’re doing this we’re gonna go hard.” AKA some kind of flash mob or performance proposal. So Jack and George come up with this genius idea to announce Zimbits at a game.

  • George just wanted to slip it in at the end of the game but JACK… 
  • Jack talks to Bitty and they decide to do something a little bit….different
    • The planning took FOREVER. It was originally just going to be a way for them to come out. 
    • Zimms decides about 10 seconds in that this would be a perfect way to propose. He gets some of the guys in on it. He has Tater and Shitty help him pick out the ring and gets Georgia to work out the logistics for everything.
    • Don’t even get me started on when Jack tells Bob and Alicia/Suzanne and Coach bc you know they absolutely LOST it
  • Bitty used to be a figure skater. Jack plays pro hockey. So what better way than to do it than on the ice at a Falconer’s home game?
  • It’s halftime/intermission/whatever and the announcer welcomes a surprise performance
  • Enter Bitty. He’s not in a fancy costume or anything, just a shirt and some pants. The crowd’s all types of confused. 
  • “I came here for hockey and there’s some ice skater taking over the ice?! What in the hell is going on?”
  • He’s skating to Death of a Bachelor (AKA I’m taken. He’s taken. Leave my BF alone you fucking piranhas)
  • It’s a pretty standard routine until right before the chorus
  • Enter Jack “Cannot do anything less than 110%” Zimmermann. 
  • He’s changed out of the main bulk of his gear. Mainly just wearing the sweater so people know it’s him.
  • Insert Yuri on Ice-style exhibition/pairs skate shit here. I’m thinking something Battle of the Blades-ish, maybe.
  • At some point, Jack THROWS Bitty into a fucking jump or spin. (Because you know that boy is ripped as hell and has the strength to do it and Bitty might never have skated pairs but he used to goof off with the girls that practiced at his rink sometimes and is DETERMINED.) 
  • They practiced it over and over and over and almost cut it altogether. But bc Jack is HARDCORE you know he went whole fucking hog and told Bits when they were practicing, “I can do this. One more time. I’m going to get this right” about 1000 times (Bitty had a massive bruise on his butt despite the butt pads for like, 2-3 weeks because of Jack’s determined attitude/ Bitty’s need to be a little extra. Which Jack took advantage of but Bits didn’t exactly mind)
  • The entire routine is full of lingering touches and cheek caressing. It’s tasteful tho bc Bitty is a Southern boy dammit it and his momma is watching.
  • THEN
  • Right at the end, Bitty’s doing some fancy spin (He hears the crowd hollering) and when he finishes there’s Jack.
  • HOLDING A FUCKING RING BOX. DOWN ON ONE KNEE. IDK how but he got his hands on a mic, probs Marty or somebody chucks it at him with a “Go get ‘im kiddo”, and asks Bits to marry him
  • Bitty’s losing it. The crowd is losing it. 
  • Bitty says YES! about a hundred times and it’s beautiful.
There has been a Decepticon emblem somewhere on my person every day since the election.

Today I saw a post that upset me. It was basically stating that half the fandom is incorrect to see the Decepticons as the ‘real’ good guys, and reiterated all the reasons that they’re terrible and the Autobots are, were, and always will be the only good guys. 

I may have growled ‘fuck you’ at the computer, almost reblogged with an angry comment…and then looked at myself with horror, because I make it my policy not to be negative at someone I’ve never met, or their thoughts, on such slim basis. Compassion is more important than anything else; we are all hurting, and it is so easy to do further damage that, especially on a platform such as tumblr, it does well to watch one’s words very, very carefully. Fictional characters are not worth doing real, tangible harm over. 

So why the hell was I so upset that I almost broke my own rules?

The election.

I have worn a Decepticon emblem somewhere on my person every day since the election. Earrings. My windbreaker. A t-shirt. But mostly the earrings, since they’re subtle and pass mostly unremarked. I’m even contemplating a tattoo, more seriously than ever before. 

I’m in agony. I’m a policy student; I specialize in public health policy. A few weeks ago, my mentor quite literally told me to hold off on entering the workforce for the next four years; he feels that me starting a career under the Trump Administration would be a very bad idea. At the same time, I’m significantly changing the course of my immediate future in light of the election; I’m applying to Teach For America, which has an LGBT initiative to recruit LGBT teachers. It’s intended to make up grade and graduation (and survival) differences between LGBT and straight students. I’m going to actively pursue being placed in a red state, where I can do the most good. 

It’s not like I don’t understand this is dangerous. There is a large part of me that wants to flee the country (New Zealand being the favorite refuge, right now). But my family didn’t leave China during the Cultural Revolution, though it killed my great-grandparents and led to the torture and humiliation of many of my other family members. My grandmother had to be almost forcefully sent to the US because the rest of the family knew damn well her opinionated nature and total disregard for her own safety would get her dead. But it wasn’t the first time the family had weathered horrors. I know too well that it won’t be the last. And if my great-grandparents could stay in China then, then no incompetent orange baboon’s arse will chase me from the United States. 

I’m bi. I’m multiracial. I’m a woman. I’m an intellectual. This is not a good combination in Trump’s America. But I’m not afraid. 

Because I think about Megatron every time I start browsing the New Zealand visa site. Megatron, and my family. 

We’ve been weaponizing words for generations. Two thousand years, in fact. Megatron, the young miner working in the dark for a better world, shaping words to change sparks, speaks to me on a deep level. This is what we have done for those two thousand years. And like Megatron, we have paid a price. Very often in blood. We’ve never been good at shutting up. 

Megatron is both a power fantasy and a cautionary tale for me right now, and right now, what I really need is the power fantasy. I feel incredibly helpless; I am not the only one. Megatron, someone who starts out so utterly helpless, gives me hope that I, too, may yet be powerful one day. That I may be capable of righting the injustices that cause me such pain now. 

I do not mean to excuse his atrocities. I am repulsed by them perhaps more than many others, because I understand how easy it might be to slip over the edge to committing them. (Anyone who tells you it is easy not to slip over that edge is a person to be very frightened of; they obviously do not see themselves as capable of horror, and those people are the ones most likely to commit horrors–they do not examine themselves or their motivations, they believe they are utterly in the right, and that is the most dangerous of persons). 

In the wake of this election, we all feel helpless. We are suddenly enemies in our own countries. Our neighbors turn on us for our compassion, for our liberal sentiments and our belief that all people are created equal. Does We the People still cover us? We’re not sure. There are so many who would say no. There are so many who believe we’re seeing the rise of another Hitler. 

Megatron rebelled against an authoritarian government. The lowest of the low, he shattered the monstrous system that treated him and his fellows as disposable objects. We are facing a future in which we are disposable objects. Is it any wonder we find hope in him? Is it any wonder that, seeing Trump get another pass for a lie, or use a tweet to cover up his nefarious dealings, you are being deceived gains new, immediate meaning? How about rise up? 

It’s not Optimus who gives us hope, Optimus who was a cop in IDW, Optimus, the well-meaning supporter of the status quo (that very same status quo that has so failed us!).

It’s Megatron, who may have fallen from grace, but who understands. Who was the miner who toppled an empire.

You may interpret canon as you wish. I would never want to step on someone’s toes for that. But for all you folks wondering why the hell fandom has suddenly decided the Decepticons are more appealing…

…it’s very simple. We’ve just realized we’re in their position. 

Time for a rant

I try not to kinkshame, I really do. For me, whatever goes on between consenting adults behind closed doors is none of my business. But when you bring your fetish into a public setting where I’m forced to see it, it becomes my business. I wanted to share what I just witnessed in hopes that my experiance might enlighten others and maybe even change how they conduct themselves.

In context, I work at an amusement park. So needless to say, our main customers are families with kids. I was working a normal shift, when a young couple came up in the line. The girl was wearing a pink collar. Red flag. While explaining how to play at one of our interactive attractions, she started getting excited by jumping around, screaming loudly and talking in childish gibberish. I’ve been on tumblr long enough to recognize it as a form of age regression.

If you use it as a coping mechanism, do whatever floats your boat. I really couldnt care less. I know that age regression isn’t necessarily sexual in nature, but its common in caregiver/dom/little relationships which are known for being sexual. Anyways, I explained how to play the game when to my disgust, this woman litterally starts GRINDING on this man and both began saying sexual things outloud in the middle of the damn lineup!

Are you kidding me?!

The parents were mortified while the kids in line were visably frightened or confused. We obviously kicked them out -but seriously? They should be ashamed! Everyone, doms and littles included, should know better than to act that way in public, especially in front of CHILDREN. Having a kink is no excuse.

These poor kids were subjugated into watching this couple engaging in a near fetish scene, where the woman was imitating how the kids acted and sexualizing it. This rant isn’t even necessarily about a specific kink. It’s about having some human fucking decency to keep sexual acts and behaviors out of the eyes of innocent children!

anonymous asked:

hey, i'm having a really really bad mental health day--any chance i can get some cute otayuri headcanons? :/

Ahhh, sorry you’re having a bad day, I hope it gets better for you soon, nonny! In the meantime, have some lawyer au headcanons that I was talking to Amanda about:

  • Angry prosecutor Yuri Plisetsky vs. stoic public defender Otabek Altin.
  • Yuri hates Otabek Altin. He hates that Otabek is so good at his job that it makes Yuri look like he’s bad at his. He hates how he used to be The Star Prosecutor until Otabek Altin decided to come join the profession.
  • He honestly would hate Otabek a lot less if he weren’t so fucking nice. Like seriously, he can stand to do some mocking in front of Yuri. Yuri is an adult, he can take some gloating in his face. But no, everything he’s heard about Otabek Altin is good and nice, even though he turns into Yuri’s Worst Nightmare in court.
  • Seriously. Imagine Yuri’s tenacity in court, match it with Otabek’s calm reason. Epic court battles that end with Yuri clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, and Otabek losing his calm for just a moment and raising his voice to make his point.
  • yuri low-key jerks off to that lbr
  • Yuri rushing to get assigned to cases that he hears Otabek is defending because- Fuck, he doesn’t even know why. He just…has more fun in court when he’s fighting against Otabek. 
  • Okay, so maybe Yuri doesn’t really hate Otabek. Sue him.
  • Otabek having The World’s Biggest Crush™ on Yuri tbh. Yuri is probably the reason why he quit the police force and went to law school instead. He gets excited every time they’re on a case together, and he’s low-key swooning in his head by the time Yuri is making his closing submission. 
  • He has newspaper cutouts of Yuri from when he wins a high profile case, and if you ask him, he can probably narrate Yuri’s entire legal career to you without missing a beat, but he can’t actually bring himself to talk to Yuri outside of court.