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A Yuuri Katsuki #Relatable Anxiety Feel:

Viktor, as they’re loading the groceries into the trunk, says, “Oh, we forgot sour cream.”

“Oh well,” says Yuuri, who is already planning how to work around the absence of sour cream in their fridge for the next week.

“Let’s go back in and get it,” says Viktor, closing the trunk with a decisive bang. 

“Um…no, that’s okay,” Yuuri says. “We don’t–do we need sour cream? I don’t think we need sour cream.” Half of Viktor’s recipes require sour cream. It’s a Russian thing. Yuuri has a What I don’t know can’t hurt me policy with regards to how much sour cream the typical Russian consumes in a week.

“Yuuri,” Viktor laughs, taking Yuuri’s hand, “Come on. The store is right there–it’ll take two minutes. It’s not like we’re in a hurry.”

“We’ve left the store,” Yuuri says. “We have to live with the purchase we’ve made. At least until another shift. We can come back in a few hours?”

“But we’re here now,” Viktor says, utterly perplexed.

“But the same person who just checked us out will probably check us out again,” says Yuuri, “and the only thing we’ll have to buy is two family-sized cartons of sour cream. They’ll know that we were just in there. And that we forgot something. And that our family eats a ridiculous amount of sour cream. Viktor, they’ll want to ask us about it.”

“Okay,” Viktor says. “Would it be better if…I went in and got it myself?”

“No. We go to this store every week. They know we’re married. The next time I’m here they’ll ask me Why did your husband buy all that sour cream.”

Viktor, gently, laughs and says, “Darling, I really don’t think cashiers pay that much attention to what people buy.”

“I know,” Yuuri groans. “But what if they do?”

“It’ll be fine,” Viktor says, and starts towards the store. “I’ll buy something other than the sour cream. I’ll be back in two minutes.”

When Viktor settles into the car, passing the single shopping bag with two huge containers of sour cream and one singular pack of gum in it, Yuuri releases a mournful bleat and says with the gravity normally reserved for funerals, “We can never come back to this store”

On Love: Agape | Welcome to the Madness

Yurio: Slayed

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Okay, let's get some things straight here.

In light of a recent debate with some idiots on another social media platform, I need to rant a little.

Mutts are NOT inherently healthier than purebreds. You can get a dog with half the problems or you can double them. It depends on the dogs that bred.

Breeders are NOT the problem. They go through weeks upon weeks of studying the genetic history of their desired pairing, going through generations of health testing and medical history.

Breeders do NOT turn a huge profit off of “their animals’ reproductive systems.” By the end of health testing for mom and dad, the process of whelping and all the supplies needed for that (and everything needed on hand in case a puppy gets rejected), shots for pups, and so much more, the price they ask for one of their pups barely covers what they’ve already put into them. Breeding is expensive. Testing eyes and hips and elbows is expensive. Testing for the breed’s common genetic defects is expensive. Don’t tell me that breeders are only doing what they’re doing for the money, because that’s the exact opposite of the truth. They do it to better their chosen breed and eliminate as many genetic defects as possible. They do it to give people predictable traits in healthy dogs that will fit the purpose for the animal.

Again, breeders are NOT the problem. There is a clause in most puppy contracts stating that if, for any reason, NO QUESTIONS ASKED, the person buying one of their puppies can no longer care for the dog, they are to return it to them. Breeders’ pups aren’t the ones getting abandoned and tossed into shelters wondering when their people will come back for them. They aren’t the dogs that get lonely and confused and cold.

“Adopt don’t shop” is REALLY STUPID. Shelter animals aren’t right for everyone. People with small children may not want to risk bringing a dog into their homes that could have some unknown past trigger that leads to one of their kids losing their face. That’s just not ethical.

“Adopt don’t shop” is ALSO STUPID because any dog that goes into a home just for the sake of having a home does not necessarily go into the right home. You know what happens to the dogs that go into the wrong home? They get landed right back in the shelter. The guilt trip that is this whole campaign leads to dogs going to the wrong homes and being sent back to where they were before.

I’m all for adoption. But I’m also all for breeders. I want every pet to be able to have a loving home to call their own. I want them to be safe and well cared for. I am for the responsible addition of a loving pet into the right home.

I am for responsible pet ownership.

Adopt or shop, it’s your pet and your choice. But don’t go around bashing people for choosing the other option because you’re a self-righteous prick.

anonymous asked:

Psst a little while ago you andwered an ask and said you wanted to draw your RP of the Show Me His World fanfic and I think you shoooouuuuuld

:0 it’s a work in progress! Thank you for the encouragement!


just some expo- in this au Kevin is a Millionaire (but boy is he lowkey about it sometimes) and he happens to pop into Connor’s (self owned) flower shop, while he’s on his way to the dry cleaners. He starts to come by more regularly, but wants to do so on a level that he can talk to the bubbly flowershop owner without a difference in riches getting in the way.

4 years ago today, 1,100 garments workers were killed in the collapse of the Rana Plaza in Dhaka, Bangladesh. This is price of the West’s disposable and materialistic culture: this is the true cost of that $14.99 sweater. Say NO to fast fashion: opt for the socially responsible. Educate yourself. Question the system. Question what you purchase. Ask yourself, “who made my clothes?

anonymous asked:

do you know why mari wears a green vest?and another question , do you think she takes advantage of her director position? xD

haha no clue, could be Director privilege? I don’t see anyone else wearing a vest or anything extra as part of their uniform. That or Mari is gay af for Kanan and needs to show the world she’s orca’s by wearing orca’s rep color??? iono their eye colors are each other’s rep colors too

And yes, I definitely believe she takes advantage of her Director position, sometimes on a whim to go with her flow or shiny ideas, and sometimes to actually help out Aqours and the school. I do want to see in S2 where they show how hard/stressful it is to actually be a Director. I know S1 presented the role humorously because it’s shiny onee-san and it’s joke, but no I really, really want to see the realistic side of such position. Alas, I doubt the anime would ever showcase something so somber/stressful, so I’m resting my hopes on SID.

I’ve read a Mari-centric doujin (bless this doujinshi omfg so good, still very salty the Kanan one sold out just before I could place my order) that showed Mari working very hard to study and acquire all the requirements to be qualified for this position of Director.

Yes, bad photos cuz I didn’t want to bend this precious lil doujin ;;w;;

I do believe that the Oharas’ wealth must have helped because how the heck would a 17 yo obtain such position? But, Mari must have the required qualifications to keep this position. That brief scene in the anime showing Dia and Mari working on their work/documents doesn’t do their respective roles justice.

Imagine babysitting with Chris.

A/N: This is based off a prompt from an anonymous request and I think it’s so superbly adorable that I might actually make this the sequel to the ‘Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’ mini-series. If you’ve read the mini-series, you’ll know the reader is a screen writer and they got married after she drunkenly admitted she was ready for the next step. You can read it here (I’ll link it as soon as I get home) but you don’t have to, this should be able to standalone as its own mini-series. So shall we?

Chris waited by the front door with the stroller and your baby niece in his arms, while you filled Dodger’s food and water bowl and made sure everything in the house that needed to be off and locked was. You were babysitting your eldest brother’s one year old for the week while he and your sister-in-law were out of town. Your parents had been the first choice but Chris begged and pleaded for the opportunity, bugging your brother so much that it finalized his decision to leave Phoebe with the two of you instead.

But Chris’ persistence wasn’t the only reason; your brother said and you quote, “the man’s going to put a baby in you soon, you might as well have some practice.” You laughed but you knew he was right. You had been with Chris for five years now, married only for one but already discussing the possibility of starting a family; a subject you’d unknowingly brought up before you even got proposed to when you were drunk, but since then there had been serious conversations about it.

The only reason the baby making hadn’t started was because of you, you were still unsure and stalling; Chris knew which was why he asked to take care of Phoebe. You didn’t know that but you knew you’d eventually have to stop talking and start doing, you and Chris weren’t getting any younger and both moms from either side were itching for you and Chris to join your siblings in the Parent Club; your two brothers- James, who had a son and a daughter; Scott, who had a daughter; and Chris’ oldest sister- Carly, who had two sons and a daughter.

“Hurry up, Aunt Y/N.” You heard Chris addressing you with a childlike voice to appease your squirming niece. “We’re getting really bored over here and we want to go out. Don’t we, Bumble Bee?” He cooed and bounced her, drawing small giggles from the one year old. “We want to go outside, yes we do.”

“I’m coming,” you called back as you grabbed Phoebe’s diaper bag from the kitchen counter. You checked the contents yet again, unsure if giving Chris the job of stocking it was the right decision. “Chris-” you narrowed your eyes at the small Ziplock of Gummi Bears. “What’s this?” You held it up and his eyes narrowed in confusion at your question.

“A Ziplock of Gummi Bears?”

“I can see that,” you chuckled. “Why did you pack them? Phoebe can’t eat these yet, she’s one.” You told him then realized when he laughed. “You packed them for me, didn’t you?” You asked then chuckled when he nodded. “Well- we’re leaving them behind,” you said and placed the bag on the nearest table. “I don’t need the distraction when we’ve got a ton of Christmas shopping to do, and a child to watch. Trust you to pick the busiest time of the year to offer our babysitting services.”

“Like we’d have any trouble with this angel.” He said then poked her tiny palm with his stubby finger; she wrapped her hand around his finger then laughed when he did. “She’s so adorable,” he told you, brushing her brown locks out of her chubby face. “I am so glad we have her for the week.”

“Don’t speak too soon, my love. Let’s not forget that it’s only been a few hours.” You reminded him as you walked over, tucking the diaper bag in the basket compartment under the stroller. “She’s an angel now ‘cause her daddy just dropped her off. She’s still unaware she’s stuck with us for the week, but once she realizes that- all hell’s going to break loose and you’re going to be wishing you had let Scott and Lexi take her to Mom’s instead.”

“You clearly don’t know how much I like kids,” he defended.

“You clearly don’t know how well I know my niece,” you countered.

“She’s my niece too, Y/N.” He rolled his eyes at you then turned to smile at Phoebe, who was too busy playing with his hand to flash him one of her smiles. “And I love her to bits, which means- she could kick, scream, and cry, and I’d still think she’s perfect.”

“Hold up.” You pulled out your phone from your back pocket and opened the voice recorder app, pressing the red button to start the recording. “I would just like it on the record,” you told him and he chuckled softly. “You know, so that when she does kick, scream, and cry- you can deal with her without complaints.”

“Fine.” He wrapped his free hand around your wrist and pulled your phone closer to his mouth. “Hey Future Chris, Past Chris talking. I’d just like to remind you that we said Phoebe could kick, scream, and cry, and we’d still think she’s perfect. So don’t you dare complain 'cause you know how much we hate it when Y/N gets that smug gleam in her eyes.” He smirked at you and you chuckled. “Don’t worry though, Bumble Bee’s an angel. I’m sure we’ll have a great week with her despite what Y/N says, she’s a pessimist.”

“Shut up,” you laughed and turned off the recording, saving it before slipping your phone back into your back pocket. “Let’s go because we’ve got a lot of Christmas shopping to do and I want to get it done before dinner.”

“Yeah, let’s go!” Chris cheered in a childlike voice, making Phoebe laugh and you smile.

• • • • • • • •

Chris pushed Phoebe in the stroller while you did the shopping, it was the same every year- not the stroller pushing but the you doing the shopping. Every Christmas since you became his significant other, he’d pass the responsibility of shopping for people in his life over to you; he wasn’t bad at it, you were just better and he was just lazy. The only people he shopped for now was you, his mom, and yours because- well, he couldn’t make you buy your own present and he was a huge momma’s boy.

“Oh my God,” you heard Chris gasp and you turned around, smiling when you saw what he had in his hand; it was a little baby reindeer onesie. “Tell me your heart didn’t just melt a little,” he pouted and you chuckled. “We’re definitely getting this.” He said and tossed it in your basket.

“Chris,” you chuckled and pulled it back out. “We don’t need this, Phoebe’s the only baby in the family and- I’m pretty sure she’s already got one of these at home.” You hung it back on the rack but he took it back down, giving you serious puppy dog eyes. “Chris, no.” You laughed. “What are we going to do with that?”

“We’re going to have a baby of our own and dress her or him in it,” he answered and tossed it back in your basket. You sighed but made no effort to take it out, knowing he wouldn’t let up. “We’re already talking about it, Y/N. Collecting cute little outfits and knick-knacks for our future child is the next step.”

“You really need to keep it down,” you chuckled softly as you joined his side. He wrapped an arm around you, pushing the stroller with one hand while the two of you walked down the Baby Clothing’s aisle. “Let’s not forget we’re not normal people, the last thing we need is one of your fan girls overhearing us talking about having babies.”

“I’m pretty sure we’re already going to make the front page walking around with Phoebe,” he chuckled softly and smiled down at Phoebe who was smiling up at her uncle. “A lot of strangers already think she’s our child, won’t be long before someone recognizes us and tweets about it. I think that blonde lady back there felt like she knew me but wasn’t sure.”

“You do look different in person,” you nodded.

“Still, we’re going to get caught eventually,” he said and you rolled your eyes. “We always do,” he reminded you. “How many times have we had to stop to take photos or sign something? Even you, Miss Screen-writer, have had to sign a copy or two of your scripts.”

“Yeah-” you pursed your lips, “how do people just have that on hand? It’s weird,” you said and he chuckled. “But we’re not going to get caught this time, everyone’s too busy shopping to bother with us. And- you and I, we’re going to keep our hats on,” you tugged at his NASA cap and he chuckled. “The most- we pretend to not know what they’re talking about and be a cute little family of three. We are getting a lot of compliments.”

“Here comes one now,” Chris whispered in your ear, beckoning his head at an older couple smiling at the three of you. “Hi there,” he greeted the old lady who was cooing at Phoebe; she looked up at the two of you and smiled, nodding in acknowledgement. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” her husband said with a smile. “You two make a very good looking couple,” he complimented, making both you and Chris smile. “And your daughter is just beautiful, much like your wife. You’re a lucky man,” he nodded at Chris and Chris chuckled softly.

“What’s her name?” The old lady asked.

“Phoebe,” you told her and her smile widened.

“That’s my daughter’s name,” she told you and you smiled. “Your girl is just beautiful, she has your eyes.” You chuckled softly because it wasn’t the first time you’d heard that; Phoebe had your brother’s eyes and you looked a lot like him. “Just one girl?”

“We’re planning for more,” Chris answered before you could tell the lady the baby actually belonged to your brother. “How could we not when the first one turned out so perfect?” He said then smiled at you; you stifled your chuckle but nodded in agreement.

“We hope everything works out for you, you’re a beautiful family.” The old lady complimented then took her husband’s arm. “Merry Christmas,” she said. The couple smiled at your little family of three once more before returning to their own shopping.

“We’re a beautiful family,” Chris repeated, beaming. “What’s that- the eighth one in two hours?” He nudged your arm, grinning like an idiot and making you laugh. “Can we please have a baby of our own now? Like- no more talk, we’ve talked enough. Let’s just have a baby already,” he practically begged.

“Get through this week and we’ll see.”

Stay tuned for Here’s Part 2, inbox me if you want to be tagged.

Tagging: @widowsfics @m-a-t-91 @xoxomioxoxo @imaginesofdreams @ateliefloresdaprimavera @katiew1973 @winter-tospring (Yes, I’m back with a sequel)

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aoi: skye??? what are you doing here (are you crying?)
skye: I’m sorry… I didn’t have time to tell you but, I’m moving
a: HUH? WHERE? YOU DIDNT EVEN TELL ME??? I THOUGHT WE WERE BUDS???

skye: I’m sorry… I’m moving to Mt.Pyre, I needed change I guess…
aoi: hey its ok… don’t tell anyone, but I’m leaving too!

skye: What? You didn’t tell me either? (…hypocrite) 
aoi: If they knew I, the prince of Ghosts, left? My people, they would cry!
skye: uh, I’m sure they would have been fi-
aoi: FOR THAT REASON IT HAD TO BE hush hush- your know what i mean.

aoi: I’M GOING TO OPEN A SIMPLE CUPCAKE SHOP! Far away from responsibility and the pressure of being ROYALTY! 
skye: Well, Aoi, I’m sure your loyal subjects will miss you very much.
aoi: ah, yeah I’m going to miss them too…

aoi: you’re moving Mt.Pyre right? I’ll move there too! We’ll go together!
skye: you didn’t even know where you were going?
aoi: (no I was probably just gonna go back home) Now I do tho! I wan’t to go with you!

Seal (Taehyung x Reader), pt. 1

You seal Taehyung in a teapot and call it a Taepot.

Request: If you’re still taking requests, could you write a fake-dating scenario with Taehyung? :D

Part 2Part 3 ○ more magical BTS here

fluff, 5.1k words, reader/taehyung, demon au


You shove the key into the lock; pushing open the door to your family’s shop, you hear the soft chime of the silver bells attached to the door. You run the checks to make sure all of the shelves are stocked: herbs, books, potions. You frown upon noticing the bottled hellfire is running low. You jot yourself a reminder, sticking it to the counter.

Once you’re done with your checks, you go to smooth down the posters, faded from the light of the sun. You smile at the largest one, which reads, “A local family-run exorcism business since 1920!” in big bold letters. You run your fingers over the worn poster one more time before heading to the storage room. That’s where you know he is.

Carefully, you push open the thick metal door and peek inside.

“Tae?”

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anonymous asked:

Tendou meets his fem s/o at candy shop where he jobs! Or occasionally he just surprise her with some sweets (maybe on her desk or something like that). You choose! :3

Freaking, I love this so much, Anon! And all I can think of is that song Candy Man by Christina Aguilera! But I just love the image of Tendou working in a candy shop and helping little kids pick out their favorite sweets! ADORBS.

Enjoy, Anon!


There was a part of him that felt ridiculous, but then there was also the part of him that couldn’t have thought of a better way of expressing how he felt about her. Especially when Tendou thought back to the very first time he saw her; the bells of the shop jingling cuing his response of a greeting despite not having laid eyes on her yet. And he wouldn’t until she approached him with questions as to the whereabouts of a particular kind of lollipop.

Falling in love at first sight had always been such a joke to him; that was until his eyes met with hers. With his heart beating hard against his chest, he was hardly aware of how his body kicked in to autopilot in order to answer her request. There was more he wanted to say to her, but what could he say to a stranger that was also a customer in the store he was working at?

He considered it to be a sign of fate when he witnessed her walking through the halls of his own school the following day. Stopping in the hallway and smacking Ushijima in the chest had been a subconscious action, he didn’t even know how to describe it when he was questioned about it later. All he knew was that the fluttering in his stomach could surely not be ignored.

And maybe it was a stupid idea, but Tendou had finally convinced himself that it was good enough. With a little help from some ribbon, glue, and Semi’s critiquing, he was able to piece together a bouquet of lollipops - the same ones she had been looking for. A note, which he found himself staying up most of the night rewriting, clung to a single stem. The final touches set into place by shaking hands just before walking onto campus with it.

Placing it on her desk was a completely different feat all in itself. And considering he had been standing outside the door of her classroom far longer than he should’ve been, he wondered if she was going to see it at all. It had been a stupid idea after–

“How adorable,” the voice caused him to turn, lollipop bouquet shoved roughly against his own chest as his heart beat wildly. This had not been part of the plan. She was not supposed to see him with it before seeing it herself. “Who are they for?”

“You,” he answered quickly, still holding them tightly against his own body. When he felt the heat rising to his cheeks, he pushed them out towards her next, throat working around what to say next, “for you.”

Watching as her hands reached forward, fingers brushing against his own as they swapped grasps, the smile that spread wide across her face was worth every worry that had settled in his belly. And when her glittering eyes met with his, soft words of ‘thank you’ on her lips, he knew that whatever feelings he had towards her would always be worth it.