side tiger


Fight choreography and/or scene composition & cinematography in Into the Badlands that reminded me of those in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

(Wall stop, sword trapping, improvised weapon, camera pan over the sword.)

  • Kunikida, in the agency: Oi Dazai, wanna tell Atsushi to come along?
  • Dazai, really loudly: I AM ALWAYS A SLUT FOR ATSUSHI-KUN!!

Pearlmethyst + RP Generator Part 1 | Part 2


Dad’s Little Shadow - YOI Single Dad AU

Yuri - Age Four
Yuuri - Age Twenty-Two

“Nik, I’ll be doing some shopping later. If you want anything, remember to add it to my list.” Yuuri said while walking passed Nikolai Plisetsky, who sat comfortably in the lounge rooms’ main armchair.

The Russian let out a grunt in response, glancing up briefly to see Yuuri walking passed with a basket of laundry in his arms. Not even three steps behind him was Yuuri’s current little shadow. Yuri followed behind his father as fast as his little fit could carry him, hugging his favourite stuffed tiger close as he did so.

Nikolai chuckled as he set the newspaper he had been reading previously down to watch his grandson following his father around like a lost chick for a couple of minutes.

Yuuri finally came to a stop in the lounge room and sat himself down on the couch, the basket of washing that had been previously in his hands was gone and replaced with a sewing kit and one of Yuri’s stuffed toes.

Yuri was such a small boy for a four-year-old, and always had been. Nikolai worried slightly for his grandson, who paused at the edge of the couch and stared up at the spot beside his father for a moment before attempting to lift himself up with one hand.

The small blonde struggled for a moment before letting out a huff of annoyance at his failure. The blonde set his stuffed tiger on the couch and attempted once again with two hands. The boy almost had it too, but seemed to slip at the last moment.

He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when Yuuri caught the boy before he could hit the ground and pulled him up onto the couch.

“I do it, dad.” The blonde huffed, but quickly collected his stuffed toy and settled into his father’s side.

“I know, tiger, I know.” Yuuri hummed as he set to work repairing the stuff toy that had somehow fallen apart the day before.

Nikolai couldn’t help the smile that rose to his lips as he returned to his newspaper. His two Yuri’s were just adorable, especially when they were together.

Part One 
Single Dad AU


My take on the prompts for Otayuri week!

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Chapter 1: August 2017 (Confessions)


Saturday Morning


From: Beka [5.45 am]

Good morning, Yura.

To: Beka [5.46 am]


how was ur run

From: Beka [5.46 am]

It was nice. It’s not too hot in the morning.

To: Beka [5.48 am]


ill text u when im done runnin

From: Beka [5.50 am]



yuri-plisetsky posted an image

Ready for my morning run! #nocoffeeyet #ihatewakingupthisearly #NOTamorningperson

From: Beka [6.00 am]

Your hair looks really nice today.

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Animal Instincts Pt 1

Fandom: The Flash

Rating: G

Summary: Barry’s younger sister was also hit by particle accelerator explosion while helping take care of the animals at the animal preserve. Now, she has the ability to communicate with any animal.

A/N: This was an idea that has been playing about my brain for a while. I’m not sure how many parts this will have, but I love the idea of a meta having a connection with animals. This is also going to be in third person and the OC is named.

Originally posted by fencehopping

A year and half ago…

    “Animal symbolism is prevalent throughout many of the world’s cultures. While some are revered as sacred symbols, others are seen as mischievous and cunning, bringing chaos wherever they go. The Coyote is one such animal that is a trickster in Native American lore, though the Raven, Crow, Spider, Blue jay, Rabbit, and Bear among others have appeared in similar trickster lore in some tribes. One animal can mean different things to different groups. While Malaysians said monkeys possessed artistic abilities and introduced writing and sculpture, Chinese legends state they perform brave deeds…”

    “Hey, whatcha up too?” Ava startled as her older brother, Barry, leaned over the back of her chair at Jitters, quickly reading the article she was studying. “Animals in mythology? Interesting. What’s it for?”

    “A small assignment in my animal behavior class. We got to talking about how certain animals behave and how it correlates with how they are perceived in different cultures. While there are differences, some animals are portrayed the same way in different myths and lore. The assignment is to prove whether this is due to how humans have observed animal behavior in the wild, either by hunting or just observing,” she answered quickly, barely sparing her brother a glance as she wrote down a couple notes. She did steal a small peek and smirked at the impressed look he was giving her.

    “I didn’t realize how interesting animal behavior really was,” Barry replied. She shrugged and smiled humbly.

    “Mr. Baxter likes to think outside the box on occasion.”

    “Sounds like you have an awesome teacher, Ava.”

    “He really is. Hey you going to that particle accelerator thing with Iris tonight?”

    “Nah, it’s not really her thing.” Ava couldn’t help but hear the disappointment in his voice; her brother had been in love with Iris since childhood. Barry was her favorite person in the entire world aside from Joe and Iris. It was hard watching him pine after someone who was oblivious to what was right in front of them the whole time. “You want to come?”

     “I would, but I already promised Diane I would help feed. After Mark fired Jack for drinking on the job and harassing the animals, we’ve been short-staffed at the preserve. Sorry.”

     “No problem. I’ll take lots of pictures to show you later. Bye, Short-stack.” He kissed her cheek as he grabbed his things. 

   “Love you, Sasquatch,” she teased, grinning at her brother. Even though there was a four-year difference, the two of them were always close, practically in each other’s back pockets. Ava didn’t know what she would do without him. Having lost their mother and their father go away for murdering her at the tender age of six, she didn’t want to even consider the thought of not having Barry at her back, protecting her as only big brothers could. He was her hero, best friend, and confidant all rolled into one giant pain-in-the-ass package she couldn’t live without. The world just seemed darker without Barry Allen in it.

    After a bit more research, Ava packed up your things and headed out to the rescue preserve she volunteered at. Hopefully, in about two years’ time, she would be graduating with both a Computer Science degree and Veterinary Technician, both of which would be used at the preserve she loved so dearly. The owners/managers, Mark and Diane, rescued domestic and exotic animals from situations such as abandonment, neglect, etc. It was also a rehab center for animals that were brought in injured or blown in from storms. It happened quite often during tornado season. 

    Ava and Diane worked seamlessly in tandem, feeding and cleaning up after the big cats, horses, llamas, birds of prey, macaws, African Grays, foxes, snakes, and the huge tortoise Diane lovingly nicknamed “Crush” from Finding Nemo. It was dark when both finished. Ava were going through the final check when a large explosion echoed in the distance. Looking up, she was shocked and frightened to see a mushroom-shaped gold halo surrounding the middle of Central City…right where STAR Labs was. The particle accelerator was exploding and the effects were catapulting across the city. Soon, it would hit the preserve. 

    Ahead of her, Diane was already screaming for the employees to head inside for the tornado bunker. “AVA, COME ON!!” She bolted for the entrance. About halfway there, a tall figure bounded out of nowhere and shoved violently aside. Ava hit the side of the tiger enclosure with enough force to knock the wind out of her. Dazed and crumpled on the ground, she caught a hazy glimpse of a man bounding for the bunker. It was Jack Morgan; the guy Mark had fired two days prior. She wasn’t sure why he was back and right now it didn’t matter; she needed to get inside. Dazedly getting to her feet, she stumbled a few steps before crashing to the ground. Ahead, she heard Diane screaming, Jack shouting, and then the worst sound you ever hear: the bunker door locking shut. Jack had forced his way inside, possibly hurt Diane, and shutting Ava outside. 

    Bastard, Ava thought. Looking up, she saw the gold halo of dark matter hurtling towards her, making impact in possibly five seconds. “Barry, Dads, Iris, I love you,” she whispered, tears streaming. She barely had time to curl into the fetal position when the dark matter hit. 

    The world turned gold, then red, then white with pain. There was screaming all around: the tigers, the horses, the foxes, the wolves, hell even Nemo was somehow screaming. She could barely hear herself screaming with all the panic and chaos. Then, the roars and the screams and the whinnies turned into a cacophony of panicked voices, all screaming nonsense and words all at the same time. Her head was exploding with so much pain, she barely registered the panicked animals escaping. Gates busted open, fences came down, hooves stampeded, wolves howled, and a tiger roared a challenge from above. 

    Before Ava fully lost consciousness, she heard a deep, regal voice shout, “LEAVE THE CUB BE!” 

Present Day…

    A falcon soared across the dark skyline of Central City. It dodged around the skyscrapers, gracefully catching the air currents that blessed it with its unhindered freedom. Flapping a couple times, it looked around and caught sight of a few pigeons roosting on a nearby ledge. Gleefully, it tucked its wings and dove for the small flock, catching a current back up above the skyline as the smaller birds scattered, squawking angrily. Settling into the last leg of its flight, it peered back down at the ground. It caught sight of the red blur that had been so prominent the past three months. It belonged to a meta-human named by various bloggers and conspiracy theorists, The Flash. The Flash was a speedster, one of the first meta-humans of many to come out of the particle accelerator explosion nearly a year ago. There had been a few others who used their powers to create trouble, but The Flash was only one able to take them out and protect the city. Of course, those same metas were never heard from again, so anyone who was affected and not evil were keeping quiet, afraid of the retribution that might rain down. 

   Mentally shaking the dark thoughts from its head, the falcon caught a warm updraft and turned south. Within minutes, the falcon caught sight of a clearing, bordering a chain link fence. In the middle of the clearing sat a young woman, legs crossed and hands resting over her knees. The falcon tilted his wings back and dropped with a screech. He landed in front of her as she opened her eyes with a smile, easily pulling her consciousness back into herself.

   “Did you enjoy the flight with me?” a soft, melodic, male voice echoed in Ava’s mind.

    “I did. Thank you for allowing me to fly with you, Regan."  Ava stretched the stiffness from her back and legs; she and Regan, an American Kestrel Falcon, had been flying for close to three hours, the longest she had ever gone from her body. "I think it’s about dinner time now, if you would like to return.”

    “Will there be any of those nice fat rats again? Seemed a shame to waste them on the snakes.” Ava snorted as she allowed the falcon to hop onto her shoulder.

    “I’ll see what I can do.” Silently, the two of them walked back to the preserve. Dropping Regan off at his enclosure with the promise to bring him something special, Ava headed towards the building. A lot had changed in the year and half since the explosion. When the dark matter hit her that night, she was given abilities she only read in myths and fantasy books. While she hardly remembered anything that happened that night, Mark and Diane said they’d found her in the tiger enclosure with the breeding pair protecting her. It had taken some coaxing, but Chakrii, the male, had allowed Diane to get Ava and take her to the hospital. It wasn’t until a few days later, what she thought was a hallucination from the concussion was the ability to understand animal language. A few months later, while her older brother was still in a coma from getting struck by lightning that same night, she realized she could also enter an animal’s consciousness to use their eyes and ears. Mark and Diane, bless them, had taken the changes in stride and allowed the preserve to be a haven to explore her new “talents”. And if it improved the wellbeing and happiness of the animals, well then, that was a perk.

    Ava told Iris after Barry had woken up. She handled the news with her usual grace, quickly becoming your confidant and the person to keep you grounded. But when other metas started popping up and causing trouble, she froze at the notion of telling Joe and Barry. What were she supposed to say? “Hey Barry, so I got hit with the same matter and even though you didn’t get any abilities, your little sister can talk to her favorite animals now?” Yeah, that would go over well. For now, it was better to let things flow.

    She quickly got started on the feeding routine, checking in with the animals as she went. Regan got his special treat - a live rat she had managed to negotiate the boa constrictor in the reptile house out of - and were getting ready to go home when she saw Iris talking to Diane. “Hey Iris!” Ava called out, hugging her foster sister. “How was your first day as a big-time journalist?" 

    "Nerve-wracking honestly, but it went well,” she replied. “You want a ride home?” Ava nodded, grabbing her backpack and clocking out. Both girls chatted about each other’s day, Iris telling Ava everything about her new job as she drove. About halfway to the house, the conversation eased into familiar territory.

    “So, Diane told me you were at the clearing for three hours today.”

    “Regan was due to stretch his wings after that hit he took. He allowed me to tag along and we flew over the city for a bit. His wing is fully healed. He should be able to be released soon enough,” she answered, fiddling with a hole in your jeans. 

    “You know at some point you’re going to have to tell Dad and Barry,” Iris said softly, turning onto the street. Ava sighed, leaning your head against back against the seat. This was an old argument that wasn’t even an argument. It was more of a disagreement of how stubborn they were being. She knew she had to come clean about this. There were aspects of her powers she didn’t understand, such as how she could talk to the animals in the first place and how far her powers could even go. But she was scared at how her family, more importantly Barry, would react to their baby being a meta. She wanted to remain as Ava in their eyes: stubborn, energetic, and mischievous with a restlessness and independence that ran for miles. She was Barry’s baby sister. It would crush her to see the pain and fear in their eyes. 

    She also knew that deeper part of her, a part connected directly to her powers, was uneasy at the idea of telling. They might shackle her, out of fear and over-protection, and not let her fly anymore. Oh, how she loved to soar. 

    “How? You know Barry’s new friends work at STAR Labs, the whole origin point of all this. And they work with The Flash. How am I supposed to tell them about this?”

    “They could help you better understand what is going on!”

    “Or they could try to cure me of it. Or lock me away wherever they’ve got those other metas. Don’t lie and say you haven’t thought of that.”

    “Okay, I have, but this is Barry we’re talking about. Your big brother. You two have been in each other’s back pockets for as long as I can remember! He’s not going to let anything like that happen to you!” Ava sighed and stared out the window, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes. The car turned into the driveway and stopped, though the engine continued to idle. Iris reached over and took one of her hands, squeezing gently. “Ava, talk to me, what is going on?”

    “I don’t want to lose this, Iris. This power…this gift. Being able to finally soar above the clouds, above the skyline, it’s the best feeling in the world. I can’t fully describe it and I know that I don’t want to lose it. This is who I am. I can’t lose that, Iris.” After a moment, Iris reached over and drew Ava into a tight hug. She hugged her back tightly.

    “You won’t, Ava. I’ll make sure of it, even if I have to go and yell at Wells and his team myself.” Ava chuckled at that, already feeling better about it. 

    “You are the best sister I could have ever asked for, you know that, right?” her voice muffled slightly. 

    “So are you,” Iris replied, smiling. Both glimpsed the curtain in the window moving and knew they needed to head inside before questions were asked. “Come on. Dad said he was making lasagna. After dinner, we can go upstairs and watch a movie. Your tips look like they could use a refresher.” She tugged at her blue tips cheerfully.

    “Cool. Legally Blonde?” Ava asked.

    “I was thinking of The Mummy Trilogy.”

    “Brendan Fraser kicking mummy ass? Even better.” Both got out and headed towards the front door. Hooking an arm around hers, Ava leaned her head-on Iris’ shoulder. “Thanks Iris.”


  • Mantis: Remember that time you dared me to lick that swingset?
  • Crane: No, I said, "Mantis, don't lick the swingset," and you said, "Don't tell me what to do, Crane." And then you licked the swingset.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

  • Dancing horribly together
  • Constant back and forth comforting
  • *pretends to lock the door on the non existent car and rests his arm on you*
  • “istg Namjoon”
  • constant teasing of each other
  • Constantly lecturing you about the weirdest stuff
  • “Wow, this soup is really bland,”
  • “You know… life is like that bowl of soup, Y/N…”
  • Lets you wear his over sized jackets and hoodies
  • as long as you return them
  • hanging out on the couch and not even needing to talk to each other in order to have fun.
  • *Namjoon pokes you with his foot*
  • “Hm?”
  • *makes weird face at you to make you laugh*
  • Random outbursts of singing.
  • did i mention lots of kisses?
  • Well
  • Random little notes everywhere saying how much he loves you
  • Little pick-me-ups everywhere
  • Always fixing whats has been broken by his hands
  • Drying off his hair for him because hes lazy
  • and drying off his back for him cause he is also lazy
  • making bad jokes to piss each other off.
  • “Hey Namjoon, Which side of the tiger has the most stripes”
  • Lots of getting lost at night and just wandering together
  • Lots of stargazing
  • Lots of lyrics about you!



wanna-live-inside-your-mind  asked:

Hi dear! My weeks are horrible, actually the whole month, could you write anything about Victurio? I need to get a little happy... I love them! And I love your blog * - * Keep it up! <3

But of course.

Victor takes Yurio to a theme park. Yurio sees this huge plushie tiger at the high striker game and is immediately googly-eyed. Victor hands the man saying “test your strength” a few dollars as Yurio picks up the hammer and smashes it down as hard as he can. The bell was not even close to being hit. Out of frustration, Yurio tries again and again and again, Victor sliding the man more money each time, until the angry boy throws the hammer and looks as if he’s going to kick the machine.

Victor grabs Yurio by his hood and asks him to wait a moment. He gives one last five and slams the hammer down, the bell ringing from the powerful blow. The worker hands Yurio the giant stuffed tiger and Victor is all smiles. Yurio hides his face which is now red, mumbling into his new toy, “I could’ve done it if I’d used my legs.” Victor takes this is the closest thing to a thank you and they walk off.

Before Yurio is in awe again. Every game has a stuffed tiger. Each a different color. And he must have. them. all. Victor walks up to Yurio and whispers in his ear, “Would you like daddy to win those for you?”

Yurio is a flustered mess but he simply nods before looking down, one hand holding his plushie and the other gripping the back of Victor’s shirt as he is led to the closest game.

By the end of the day, Yurio is walking through the park toward the entrance, hands stuffed in his pockets and face permanently flushed. He glances from side to side to see all of the stares he is receiving, even snapping a ‘what are you looking at’ to a small child. Perhaps it’s Victor walking behind him, an array of every colored tiger in his arms, balanced on his head, all for his spoiled little kitten.

Later that evening, Victor teases Yurio and asks if he is satisfied and Yurio says ‘as if a few stuffed animals could turn me into a helpless child’ to which Victor laughs. Victor goes to take a shower and when he returns to the bedroom, the stuffed animals have completely taken over, spilling over the sides, each tiger with the same bright eyes and black stripes, and one sleeping little kitten curled up in the middle of them all.

Victor chuckles, taking a photo before sliding up behind Yurio and pulling the slumbering boy into his lap.

“I suppose you had a good time after all. Happy Birthday, my little kitten.”