so much inspiration omg

“Don’t cry about dreams that don’t come true today. Sometimes ya needs ta try another way” ☀

                                                                                                         - Kapp’n

braveten  asked:

5 headcanons about Victor annoying Yuuri (or Yuuri annoying Victor)

(these are 100% inspired by chrissy teigen’s tweets, and also by our chats when we were talking about her lmao)

1. victor has taken to doing this thing where he sends yuuri nudes and then says, “sorry wrong person.” it’s funny, it’s really funny, it’s comedy gold—until it isn’t. until at one point yuuri texts back, “no worries, happens to me all the time :p” and then victor realizes. he realizes that he’s never, not once, gotten a nude from katsuki yuuri. “wait what?” he types back, fingers flying over the touch screen. “yuuri? yuuri. who’ve you been sending yours to??” but no response comes, and victor is frantically shoving the groceries into the recyclable bag. he ignores the looks he gets from the cashier and surrounding customers. then he’s stumbling out of the store, pulling his phone out again and hitting call.

“what does that mean?” he asks, no preamble. // “hmm?” yuuri’s voice is nonchalant on the other line, innocent. // “yuuri,” victor whines. // but yuuri only yawns: “sorry, which one are you? i have so many contacts saved under the name ‘boyfriend’ so you’re going to have to identify yourself.” 

victor never tries to be funny again. 

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Got inspired by this… and I apologize for all the fluff omg the fluff…

Yuri is making himself a cup of coffee in the morning, wearing one of Otabek’s shirt, too short on him now but also a bit too big around the shoulders. It’s falling a bit, exposing his collarbones and leaving a silver of his stomach bare. He is wearing thick grey sweatpants too because winter is at its peak and despite the heating it’s still a bit chilly in his appartment.

He is thinking about last night, knowing that there is some bruises and bite marks covering his pale skin, he is lost in the wonderful memories of Otabek’s mouth against his skin… And suddenly there is a pair of strong arms around his waist and said mouth is pressed against the side of his neck, “Good morning.”

He knows his cheeks are turning pink, they always do whenever Otabek shows the smallest kind of affection. He feels his boyfriend’s smile against his bare shoulder and there his a low chuckle vibrating from Otabek’s chest to Yuri’s own, straight to his heart. And those lips, this smile is pressed against the heated skin of his cheek when Otabek reaches up on his tip toes to kiss him again.

“You hungry?” Otabek asks him, as he leaves him suddenly cold without the wonderful pressure of his body against Yuri’s. He walks towards the fridge and starts making them something to eat, stealing a few glances over his shoulder at Yuri’s, eyes gleaming when he takes in the flush still covering his lover’s cheeks.


A few days later, Yuri comes back home and there is a huge bouquet of flowers on the kitchen counter. Flowers of all shades of purple and it’s the prettiest bouquet he’s ever seen. Otabek is smiling at him from the couch where he was lounging, his book left open on his knees.

“What?” Yuri starts but he is speechless, his face turning red because as he forgotten something? Is it there anniversary already?

“You had a few rought days at practice, thought it would cheer you up,” Otabek says as he is walking closer, hair still damp from his shower and smelling like Yuri’s honey shampoo. 

Yuri looks at his feet, a bright smile taking over his features and his face burning up. Otabek puts a few fingers under his chin, silently asking Yuri to look at him. He is frowning a bit, concern filling his deep brown eyes, “Is this alright?” 

Yuri only nods, wrapping his long arms around Otabek’s shoulder and hugging him close, “Yeah, it’s perfect.”

Otabek frees himself from Yuri’s embrace just for a few seconds, just to press a few fingertips against Yuri’s cheeks, then he kisses it. Yuri can feel Otabek’s smile against his skin.


They are waiting in line at this nice little coffee shop close from Yuri’s flat and he is looking through his Instagram when he feels Otabek’s arm around his waist, a soft peck left at his temple. Yuri is thinking about getting an undercut but is a bit scared of the big change so, Otabek braided his hair this morning, close enough to his skull that it almost gives the same effect. Yuri loves it.

Otabek reaches up and kisses his handiwork. Yuri can feel him smile as soon as he knows his cheeks start heating up. Otabek leans his head on Yuri’s shoulder as they wait, fingers reaching up and under Yuri’s shirt leaving a warm, comforting presence against the skin of his waist.

On cue, Yuri’s skin is getting redder and Otabek starts laughing.

Yuri turns his head to look at him with a fond smile “Why do you enjoy making me blush so much?”

Otabek looks up at him, with a smile and a wink “It’s my favorite thing. That I can make the Ice tiger of Russia a bit weak.”

“Shut up!” 

Otabek shrugs, still smiling, “It’s true though, in all the years we’ve known each other, I never saw you blush for anyone else.” And he looks so proud of himself as he says those words, and he says them with a straight face like he is not ashamed of being so sappy and in love. 

“I don’t wanna blush for anyone else, anyway,” Yuri mumbles, looking at his phone instead of Otabek’s eyes because he isn’t brave like his boyfriend is. Yuri doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve like Otabek does, but he wants to try. For him.

He is rewarded by a quick kiss against the corner of his mouth because they are still in public and the coffee shop if a bit crowded but there is some stars shinning in Otabek’s eyes when he looks up at Yuri and he smiles so bright when he whispers “good” with his lips pressed against Yuri’s cheeks, “that’s all I’m asking for.”

We are now arrived in a delightful country where we shall halt and refresh ourselves. Bathing in the Raritan, and the good living of the country will speedily refresh us.” 

 —John Laurens to Henry Laurens, July 2nd 1778

Captions by @iafayettes

(Edit: I redid the coloring based on the advice of @vegetarian-cyclist - I don’t know if this is what you had in mind but I tried!)

Every time my Kane Chronicles post picks up some notes I always get these people who try to justify it with things like “ohh you know Ancient Egyptian culture and mythology are just not as well known as Greek, Roman, and Nordic”. First I call bullshit bc imo no one knew shit about Nordic culture and mythology until Marvel, the Avengers and Loki went big, which is whatever. Second, did anybody stop and think if that claim is true, why is it the case? Is it bc all these culture are white? And Ancient Egyptian figures (who are not white) were mostly relevant to people (ie Cleopatra in the Hollywood adaptation, and in many other art form depiction that predated it) only once they were whitewashed? Or because of Judeo-Christian influences like the 10 commandments. But actually?? There were so many amazing?? achievements and advancements?? in ancient Egypt?? Like wow hot damn. SO isn’t this a really good opportunity to make these kind of book series more well known instead of excusing past problematic shit so we can celebrate these achievements and the interesting intricate culture now? Tbh thats the main reasons for both of these post, not to call people out but to address an issue so idk

just some extremely fluffy, domestic ushioi for the soul. 

A gust of steam rushes out from behind Oikawa the moment he throws the bathroom door open, floating around him like a protective cloud before dissipating into thin air. He runs a soft towel through his wet hair, pajama pants hanging low on his hips, shirt three sizes too large.

He makes his way to the living room couch where he knows Ushijima will be, probably watching a rerun of one of their older matches of the season. He’s long since learned that Ushijima loves watching him play, marveling at his brilliance and his accuracy, his killer instincts and overall skill. Oikawa agrees with him one hundred percent - he is an incredible setter - but that doesn’t make him feel any less embarrassed when Ushijima basically calls him a god with a straight face. Iwaizumi teases him relentlessly about it.

When he sees that familiar tuft of soft brown hair peeking out from above the couch, Oikawa’s face splits into a smile.

“Waka-chan,” he croons, making his way around the couch, “there you are.”

Ushijima mutes the tv- as Oikawa had predicted, it’s their match against Brazil, the fifth one they’d played this season. Difficult, intense, exhilarating.

The celebratory sex that night had been unforgettable.

Ushijima doesn’t even flinch at the now familiar nickname, answering Oikawa’s call with a small smile and the softening of his eyes. Oikawa holds the hairdryer and comb out, eyes large.

“Please? You always do it best.”

Ushijima shakes his head fondly, moving across the couch to where the nearest plug point is. “You ask as if I have a choice.”

Oikawa cackles, “I was trying to be nice.”

“Don’t,” Ushijima advises, plucking the hairdryer out of his hands. “I like you the way you are.”

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Scary Sweetheart // KJ Apa

Anonymous: Hey girl, love your imagines and I was wondering if you could do a KJ imagine/oneshot, where the reader is a dancer and KJ supports her at a show and stuff? Thanks lovely.

Word Count: 1,440

Warnings: panic attack, supportive KJ, cuddly KJ

Characters: KJ Apa, Cole Sprouse, Lili Reinhart, Camila Mendes, Madelaine Petsch, Casey Cott,

A/N: I legit had to watch Dance Moms and I got so much inspiration you do not understand (I love dance moms omg). I hope you enjoy this and I can’t wait to finish all these and open my requests again. X

This is the dance: if you don’t want to watch the intro, the performance starts at 2:19. x


You took a deep breath as you walked out of your dressing room and to the foyer of the theatre. KJ had messaged you, letting you know that he and the gang were here and to meet them in the foyer.

Your hair was curled and thrown into a bun and your make up was all done and perfect, your winged eyeliner had been done less than 10 minutes ago. “Hey!” You grinned, seeing the familiar brunette (unfortunately, the red faded) and your group of friends. They all turned at the sound of your voice, seeing you clad in a pair of Adidas sweatpants and a crop top.

Your 6 cast mates all walked towards you, smiles on their faces. Madelaine was the first to hug you, pushing past KJ and wrapping her arms tightly around your body, giggling. She squealed. Words of luck were given to you by Cole, Camila, Lili and Casey, as Madelaine and the rest of them left, telling you that they’ll see you after the show and telling KJ that they will save him a seat.

“I can’t wait to watch you tonight.” He grinned, pushing a curl behind your ear and kissing your forehead gently, looking down at you. “You’re going to be the best and you’re going to win.” KJ chuckled, kissing you softly on the lips. “Now, go knock ‘em dead, baby. And make sure your partner doesn’t fall in love with you.”

You giggled, pushing KJ towards the double doors where he would go and find the gang. “Good luck! I love you!” He turned around just before he got to the doors, grinning at you. You blew him a kiss, waving at him and running back to your dressing room to get changed into the yellow dress you would be wearing.


“Please welcome to the stage, entry number 25, ‘Scary Sweetheart’.” You heard the voice through the speakers as you looked at your partner, James, who was standing on the opposite wing, giving you thumbs up. You took a deep breath, walking onto the stage with poised steps and took your place in the middle of the stage.

Once the music started, you were automatically in the zone. The touches of James’s cold fingertips gave you goose bumps, but you focused on the beat and lyrics of the song. You had been practicing this dance with James for a few months now, your dance instructor wanting every bit perfect. You had practiced 9 hours a day, 4 times a week for about 4 – 5 months.

Once it got to a specific part in the dance that you had trouble with at the start, but you eventually got it perfect, you became nervous. James lifted you up by your waist twice, and when he placed you down so you could go behind him, you had lost your footing and slipped up. It wasn’t anything major, but it still made your heart beat faster and tears prick at your eyes. Your dance instructor was going to be very pissed off at you for stuffing up a dance you had been practicing for months.

The drastic change in music to set the scene was your favourite part as you went from ‘sweetheart’ to ‘scary sweetheart’ made the crowd cheer, loving the mood. You took deep breaths as your partner fell onto the floor from the ‘kick’ you had given him, and you used the emotions you were bottling up right now to set the emotion for the scene. Once you had grabbed the back of James’s shirt, picking him up and dropping him back onto the floor, you left the stage with your chin high and back straight, but as soon as you were behind the curtains of the wings, you burst into tears. Covering your mouth to stop the sobs, you rushed back to your dressing room and closed the door, grabbing your phone with shaky hands and sitting on the floor and unlocking your phone. You dialled KJ’s number, your whole body shaking as tears fell down your face and you used your free hand to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

“Baby?” KJ had answered. He was speaking in a normal tone, not hushed or anything, since it was intermission and he had obviously either stepped outside or there was no one around him. “You did amazing, what’s wro-“

“I st-stuffed up!” You sobbed, pulling your knees to your chest and pulling the bobby pins out of your hair, letting your bun fall loose and your hair fall over your shoulders. “I-I slipped and now James is going to hate m-me and so is Re-Rebecca.” You tried to calm your breathing, but you had worked yourself up, and now you were border lining a panic attack.

“Hey, hey. Breathe, (Y/N). C’mon. Where’s your dressing room? I’ll come and see you and bring you a bottle of water.” KJ’s voice soothed you, and you could hear Cole and Camila’s voice in the background, asking if you were okay. She’s just a bit worked up, KJ spoke away from the phone, and you could hear the chatter of your friends, asking if you needed anything.

“Baby. Just text me where your dressing room is and I’ll see you there, alright? You gonna be okay for about 5 minutes?” KJ asked you, his attention back onto you.

“O-Okay.” You hiccupped, your sobs still coming through, and tears still flowing down your cheeks. Your hands shook as you attempted to text KJ, but you sent the message with a few mistakes and an odd full stop in the middle of the sentence, but you couldn’t be bothered editing it.

KJ had shown up in your dressing room, and seen that you had calmed down a little bit, but you would let out the occasional sob and hiccup. “Hey, darling.” KJ closed the door behind him, slowly walking towards you. He knelt down in front of you, resting his hands on your knees and rubbing them gently. “It’s alright, hey? Just, breathe for me. Like you taught me. In and out. Slowly.” KJ’s voice soothed you a bit more than the instructions did, but you still complied, inhaling and exhaling slowly.

“I-I didn’t mean to slip.” You looked up at the brunette, your eyes red. “The floor was slippery and my stockings just didn’t mix well.” You closed your eyes, letting your chin rest on your knees. “I’m just really tired too.” You pushed yourself off the ground, grabbing your dance bag and shoving all of your belongings into it, not caring how they’re placed.

“Come on then, I’ll take you back to my place. We can drop Cole and Madelaine home, since they came with me, but you can have a hot shower to relax and we can watch a movie and go to bed.” KJ grabbed your bag from you when you went to sling it over your shoulder. His bicep rippled as his arm flexed, and you followed him out the door.


“Bye, Cole!” You waved to the brunette who walked towards his apartment. Madelaine had been dropped off before Cole, but now you and KJ were on your way back to his place.

You watched as the buildings went past, and when you saw the familiar street of KJ’s street, you sat up a little and grabbed your phone, seeing that the time was 7pm. Once KJ had pulled the car up, you got out the car. “I’ll grab your bag.” KJ told you and you looked over your shoulder, smiling.

“I’ll be in the shower,” you spoke softly, unlocking the front door and kicking your shoes off. You had already started to unzip the dress and were in the shower within 5 minutes of getting home.

KJ was in the bedroom, turning Netflix on the Xbox and he was changing the sheets over (since he and Cole had fallen asleep on the bed. Go figure) and grabbing you something to eat from the kitchen.

Once you had wrapped a towel around your body, you walked into his bedroom and opened the draw you had claimed, changing into some sweatpants and a training bra. Pulling your wet hair into a bun, you got on his bed and put your phone on charge, sliding under the covers.

“I made you a cheese sandw-“ KJ looked at your quite figure. You had fallen asleep, already snuggled under the covers. He grinned, placing the sandwich on the desk in his room. He turned the lights off and crawled into bed next to you, his arms wrapping around his waist.

“Good night, Sweetheart.”

glitchbitch426  asked:

It's true! I've never had a favorite artist before. The first piece of art I've seen from you was dr. Sneeplestein fanart and i couldn't stop going back and studying the piece. you are an amazing artist and the way you draw your eyes make your creepy art genuinely unsettling. Once again you are an amazing artist and my inspirational favorite. ;)

omg thank you so much! this really means a lot :’D and I’m really happy my creepy art is actually creepy XD <3

anonymous asked:

okay! cool! then can i have pretty please eva/vilde first kiss? i know they have kissed before but they're first REAL kiss, if that makes sense?

it happens on a wednesday.

vilde is not expecting it. vilde plans out every single day of the rest of her life accordingly: she does not have time for surprises. she does not have time for deviations. she does not have time for delving any further than she already has into the world of her sexual exploration.

chris is very wrong. she keeps bringing it up, how vilde maybe “needs to get laid again”, but she hasn’t needed that in a very long time. so things didn’t go as planned with magnus. that’s even better, vilde thinks, because magnus was never part of the Plan: a distraction, is what he was, and vilde is better off without him.

(not that he wasn’t a nice guy. he was very understanding of her reasonings. although, vilde couldn’t tell, because his face looks confused yet understanding all the time, so he might have been sad. she doesn’t know. she hasn’t had time to figure it out, or, frankly, care.)

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Guess who’s in the smut-of-3am mood… I know after a month i’ll find 983626 mistakes but right now i’m so. Fucking. Proud. Of this. omg Thanks to picsart that made it look all cool and blu/green (also thanks to “Animals”, “Glorious” and especially “The 2nd Law: Isolated System” by Muse

(i’d like it if you stayed)
now we’re wearing long sleeves and the heating comes on
(you buy me orange juice)
we’re getting good at this 

happy ikarishipping day 2016!!!