slinks to a corner

i want to live with you. i want ivy hanging from the cabinets and colorful blankets and a white cat slinking around the corners.
i want us to eat ice cream straight from the carton at an ungodly hour, laughing until we cry while we make fun of eachother for being losers.
i want to screw the cap onto the toothpaste when you forget to, and clean the apartment from top to bottom on sundays while our favorite music plays.
i want to invite our friends over, but know the entire time that you’re looking at me, waiting for a moment where it’s just us again.

So my year so far is a success. I don’t care what else happens for the rest of it, the beginning was super successful. 

After Yuri On Ice ended, I realised I had friends who shared their names with the main characters, and as a result decided I needed to convince said friends to watch it despite the fact that neither of them have ever had any interest in anime in general. Uri is now almost at the end of the series but has said almost nothing, Viktor has watched two episodes and won’t shut up. So I decided to share some of what Viktor said because I for one find it hilarious (in order of when I remembered the exchanges)

  • “So Yuuri’s reaction to being told a naked, attractive foreigner who might be his idol, I think, was in the family steam bath naked, was to run to the steam bath to watch him be naked?”
  • Upon first seeing Yuri Plisetsky: “Oh my god, did you see him slink around that corner? That was so graceful! Like a cat! OR AN ASSASSIN!”
  • “Are we in Russia? We’re in Russia.”
    Later: “Is it the norm in…what the hell country are we in?”
  • “Everyone’s just yelling at Yuuri in public places.”
  • “They don’t need much to hide Viktor’s doodle, do they?”
  • “The ballerina teacher scares me. She’s too happy.”
  • About Yurio: “Ball of anger. Skating ball of anger. He’s a Skating Ball of Anger. On ice.”
  • Viktor: “So Yuri’s whole plan was to go to Japan and scream Viktor’s name? He knew he was at the Hatetsu Ninja House. Why didn’t he just go to the Hatetsu ninja house and go from there like ‘Where the fuck is Viktor?”
    Henry (Viktor’s friend): “Maybe he didn’t know where the Hatetsu ninja house is.”
    Viktor: “Then he should grab some random Japanese person and go from there like “Where the fuck is Hatetsu Ice Ninja House?!”
  • To the tune of the Carmen Sandiego theme: “Where in the world is Viktor Nikiforov?”
    And “Where in the world is Yuri Plisetsky’s parents?”
  • “This 15-year-old goes to Japan without telling anyone and the only one who cares is his skating coach.”
  • “Old man skating coach is going to have an aneurysm dealing with these…RUSSIAN PUNKS!” *Inane giggling*
  • “Hahaha, Russian punk…what a dumb nickname.”
  • “Viktor gave Yuuri the sexy music because he wants to bone him. And the 15-year-old got the other music because 15-year-olds doing sexy dancing? Ew, no.”
  • Viktor: “Why is Viktor naked?”
    Henry: “Because he’s in an onsen. You wouldn’t go to a public bath fully clothed.”
    Viktor: “…I might…”
  • Viktor: “Yuri is definitely the hangry type.”
    Me: “I dunno, I think he’s just angry.”
    Viktor: “Or maybe he was really hungry when he kicked that bathroom door.”
  • “Honestly, doesn’t he know how rude it is to interrupt someone when they’re having a bathroom cry?”
  • “Drop-kicking someone in the face is a national greeting in Russia.”
  • Viktor, about the triplets: “Oh god, what the fuck are those?”
    Me (being a hypocrite because I keep calling them gremlins): “Children.”
    Viktor: “…Ew, children. Children, ew.”
  • “Ew, people. Ew, press conference. Ew, Viktor Nikiforov.”
  • In a Batman voice (While physically shaking Henry): “WHERE IS VIKTOR NIKIFOROV? WHERE IS HE?!”
  • About Christophe, during the credits: “I have found best character.”
  • “Why is he eating victory food when he hasn’t victoried?”
  • About Georgi: “Who’s this guy standing like he’s the hottest man alive?”
    “He’s probably the hottest man alive.”

Misproportioned and TINY (this drawing is 5cm in height), but I wanted to get this idea down.

It’s Mirrorverse, though a slightly different version (y'know, redesigns aside) - Robinson’s comments on Mirror!Garak have always stuck with me and I like to imagine a version that isn’t vying for power via backstabbing.

Intendant Kira Nerys and Gul Elim Garak are two people you not only don’t want to meet, but especially don’t want to meet together. They’re cruel, vicious, devious, and only matched in these qualities by each other. It’s difficult to call them a leadership team of any kind when they spend a good portion of their time indulging in pleasure rather than work, yet Terok Nor runs like clockwork.

That said, Gul Garak is Intendant Kira’s shadow, and incredibly dangerous. He may not seem so much, slinking into view from invisible corners, a sly smile on his lips and a smart remark on his tongue, but his stinger isn’t far behind. Her leadership has remained absolute and unchallenged with Garak’s swift disposal of any opposition.

As for this image, Intendant Kira is no stranger to making sexual displays as much as power displays - she knows sex and power are often the same thing. Garak is more than cooperative in this endeavour. Lifting up her Gul shows her raw physical strength, unmatched by any Cardassian (or Terran for that matter), and his flirtatious wanton responses serve to show how desirable she is. Such a show should be ridiculous, but not a single being doubts that Kira and Garak have absolute control over Terok Nor with their carefully crafted act.

  • Ghostbusters Fandom: YOU get some Holtzbert and YOU get some Holtzbert! EVERYONE gets some Holtzbert!
  • Me: *slinks into a corner, stroking my mini collection of Toltzmann stuff*
  • Me: It's okay my pretties they don't understand your true beauty

anonymous asked:

I don't get the hate we get. - They hate us b/c at one point we had hope that Sterek might go canon and when the didn't happen, we didn't slink off to some corner and cry. We didn't give up on Stiles, Derek, and Sterek. Sterek shippers are off doing our thing, still writing fics, still reading fics, still making fanart and that pisses them off.

They haaaaate that we refuse to disappear and that the bulk of us? Aren’t even aware of their existence. I’ve read sterek fics from people who have never watched the show, lol. It’s amazing.

@liveslikeadisaster​ (continued from here

“Ray? I-Is that really you? Like you-you?” Kaylee slinked out from the corner she had been hiding in, before bolting into a run towards her friend. “Ohmigod! How do you feel? Do you remember anything? What happened?”

The whole thing had happened so fast and violently, she barely remembered herself. Something had knocked him down-a dark vapor, with a deep, almost-demonic growl. And then…then he wasn’t Ray anymore. The body belonged to him of course, but the actions were far from him, or from anything human for that matter. It had taken her and the estate’s owner to both secure him to the point he wouldn’t hurt anybody. With a shaky voice, she asked, “Is it…gone?”

“It’s me,” Ray said, giving her a small smile as he tried to move his a little, stopping as he found how badly they ached. “I feel…tired. And kind of sore. How long was I out for?” 

“I remember being on the tour. We were heading toward the basement when…” He managed, trying to remember. “Something hit me. I didn’t see it but I remember falling and then…I don’t remember anything else.” 

Ray looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear and worry. 

“Kaylee, are you alright? What happened? What did I do? Did I hurt you? Oh gods, I’m so, so sorry!” 

locketofyourhair  asked:

Hawke/Fenris, things you said with too many miles between us ?

She aches – that’s the word for it, Hawke decides. It’s a constant thing, and she can’t seem to pinpoint just where it hurts the most, or if the hurt is even a physical thing, but it doesn’t really matter. She has no way to heal either sort. 

Victory tastes more like bile than anything else, and she doesn’t know how she’s managed it, but then Hawke has done a great many inexplicable things, and she’s long since stopped questioning how they come about. The demon lies slain some ways off, and before her vision swims a world of green shadows and spirits that laugh and howl their grief for herears to hear, because there’s no one else present to listen. They take on shapes she knows – her family’s old cat slinking at the corner of her vision, across her broken leg on a spirit’s unnaturally quick paws. She thinks she sees Barlin, and a Chantry sister from her childhood, who had caught her using magic behind the farmhouse but never told a soul.

Her mother kneels by her side, and Bethany sings her a lullaby that has Hawke laughing until tears streak across her dirt-stained cheeks. It hurts when she laughs and when she breathes and she doesn’t know if she’s awake or dreaming but can you dream when already in the Fade? Hawke doesn’t know, she only knows the ache and her father’s voice, or is it Carver’s? It’s so hard to tell, and so hard to bear, but she can’t tell if the weight on her chest is due to her broken ribs or her own grief.

She doesn’t see Fenris, and for this she is so, so grateful, because the spirits might be of her own conjuring, but she’ll take this little gift as a sign that his is not a face to be found among her dead.

Speaking of death. “I think I might be dying,” she tells the silence, because she doubts the spirits can hear her, and she has to say this now because she never got around to writing that letter, even if Varric had offered to send it for her so many times. “And that’s not an exaggeration this time.” She tries to smile, but her humour is as lost on the spirits as it is on anyone else, and Hawke is left with her own hollow laughter.  

“You’d be so angry if you knew,” she continues, and tries to imagine his frown but fails. Instead she tries one of his rare smiles, finds it in a memory of a sunlit day months ago when her worries were less and her hurts bearable, and when she breathes the ache lessens, if only a little. She doesn’t know if he’s smiling now, wherever he is. She doubts it. 

“I’m sorry,” she says then. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come back.” She’d imagined once that her greatest regret would be her inability to clean up her own mess – that she would die leaving the world at Corypheus’ mercy. But in a nightmare realm there is no waking from Hawke finds the only regret in her heart is not having had the chance to say goodbye. I am so sorry, Fenris. 

There are footsteps at the edge of her hearing then, and Hawke turns her head. Frowns. The legs that meet her eyes look too tangible for a spirit’s.

“Well,” says a familiar voice. “What have we here? A bird caught in a spider’s net. Or is it the other way around?”

“You,” Hawke croaks, as the witch kneels with more grace than her years ought to allow.

Flemeth guffaws. “You sound surprised.”

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After the very last senior has left the building, Derek Hale quietly slinks in. The shelf is already almost full, but in a corner there is just enough space left.




After a moment’s hesitation, he adds J.W. too

Minhee sat in her corner of the room, staring at the blank piece of paper in front of her. It was as if she was having a staring contest, daring the paper to try and remain blank. It dared.

Letting out a frustrated groan, she held her head in her hands, messing her hair up. “Writer’s block, knock it off!”

request: bts at the fitness center

JH: Yoongi-hyung, why did you bring your computer to the fitness center? 

S: Uh… 

RM: J-Hope, everyone knows that Yoongi-hyung doesn’t exercise. 

S: … 

JH: Oh right.

S: That’s not true! 

JH: Then why did you bring your computer?

S: Just in case I get an idea for a song.

JH & RM: Right… 

V: Have you seen Jin-hyung? 

RM: //points to Jin, who has already hopped onto a treadmill// 

V: But he promised to keep me company because I don’t like to exercise… ;_;

JH: Yoongi-hyung can keep you company!

S: Yeah, just shove the younger one into my hands. //slinks into a corner//

V: … Actually, I’ll just go find Jungkook. 

RM: Jungkook? He’s over there. //points to the weights section//

JH: LOL look at Jimin trying to defeat Jungkook. 

RM: As if that’s ever going to happen. 

V: … Why are those two so athletic.

RM: You’re just not athletic, Taehyung. 

JH: //still laughing// The problem with you, V, is that even though you don’t like exercising, you’re still competitive.

JK: //spots V// Taehyungie-hyung, come join us!

V: … //fire in his eyes// Hand me one of those weights. 

JM: For reals though? You? Ha.

V: EXCUSE me, I can carry heavier weights than you.

JM: //snorts// Go ahead and try. 

JK: … If the two of you are going to fight, can you go carry weights somewhere else? 

V: Yeah Jimin, don’t fight.

JK: And Jimin-hyung, shouldn’t you jump rope instead of carrying weights?

JM: ? 

JK: I heard that carrying weights stunts your growth.


JK: And I also heard that jump-roping makes you taller.


V: //laughing// Well it’s hard not to, considering Jungkook literally looks down at you. 


//they break out into a scuffle//

JK: … //moves over to the side and continues exercising// 

J: What’s happening here?

JK: Those two are fighting again.

//everybody is looking at them// 

J: Why in the world did I adopt these two.. 

JK: Hyung, everybody’s looking at us.

J: I’m so embarrassed. 

JK: Let’s just leave.

~ Jexo

I was raised on lightning and learned
early on how thunder rippled across
a dozen miles when an unstoppable
force hit an immovable object.

I thought that was what I was,
immovable, unwilling to yield to a
force trying to break the foundation
upon which I lay.

I would never give you what you truly
wanted, I was stone, glacial ice,
the gravity of the situation that
moored me to the earth, and you
never could stand that.

Never could look at the sole survivor of
a hurricane with anything other than
envy. It’s takes nothing to be built of
steel, and everything to be built of
soft sinuously lines that never falter.

I grew up in a storm and maybe
that’s why my bones don’t fit quite
right, but these days I find that I
no longer even wake for the vibrations
of thunder and I no longer think
that what slinks in the corners of my
bedroom is anything more than

And maybe that’s enough,
to be struck so many times that
flinching is a redundancy your nerves
have gotten tired of reproducing,
that you have been made again
in the image of roiling earth,
temperamental skies, and the
unstoppable energy of life.

—  am kennedy, “Seven strikes the snake”