still in shock from this

the weekly schedule of a yoi fan
  • Sunday: reads victuuri fanfic and cries. still 3 days until the next episode.
  • Monday: reads more fanfic and digs for new fanart. only 2 more days to go.
  • Tuesday: mentally prepares self for wednesday. reads theories and predictions for the upcoming episode.
  • Wednesday: dies and falls back into the blissful hell that is yuri on ice.
  • Thursday: still in shock from yesterday. rewatches the new episode as well as the new dubbed episode because you can never have too much content.
  • Friday: cries and reads fanfic because there's 5 whole days until the next episode
  • Saturday: cries while listening to History Maker and drawing fanart. 4 days to go.
Imagine your OTP
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Person A and Person B:</b> *are bickering and fighting*<p/><b>Person A and Person B:</b> *start getting louder and are throwing insults*<p/><b>Person B:</b> *Slaps Person A*<p/><b>Person B:</b> *kisses Person A*<p/><b>Person B:</b> *storms off*<p/><b>Person A:</b> *holds slapped cheek, mouth open in shock, and still very flustered from the kiss* holy smokes<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>

today while waiting for the bus i saw a gay person write a shout out post on their mobile device. the sick part? they didn’t even mention straight people. not once. not once! still reeling from the shock i turn around, and lo and behold, what do i see? the guy next to me wearing an ‘i love boobs and fast cars’ t-shirt is curled up on the ground, tears streaming down his face. shaking and sobbing uncontrollably. i tried to comfort him, but not even a good heterosexual meme about hating and cheating on your partner could cheer him up

needless to say, it seems like heterophobia is still alive and well :/

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In this still from A New Hope we see Leia Organa fresh from the shock of her life, having lost everything that matters, having had her foundations pulled from her violently by the reckless selfish actions of an unspeakably evil man, offering a shoulder to Luke Skywalker who is grieving the loss of a single person, because even through her own considerable pain she empathizes with a person who put himself at great risk to save her life.

And in this still from The Empire Strikes Back we see Luke Skywalker fresh from the shock of his life, having lost everything that matters, having had his foundations pulled from him violently by the reckless selfish actions of an unspeakably evil man, offering a shoulder to Leia Organa who is grieving the loss of a single person, because even through his own considerable pain he empathizes with a person who put herself at great risk to save his life.

luv me some gay space robots………

raspberry--raindrops  asked:

How would Ignis react if he got corrective eye surgery so he could see again and he sees his s/o for the first time?

I had originally planned to write a whole one-shot for this and everything, but this has been sitting in my inbox for a good while… so I’m writing it now.


  • When Iggy’s s/o told him that the team working on the reconstruction of the Citadel had found a way to bring back his eyesight, he was in disbelief. 
  • “This… this isn’t a dream, or some joke, right?”
  • Of course not. His s/o wouldn’t joke about something like that.
  • Ignis is in absolute shock. It’s been fifteen years since he last saw something – last saw anything. He’s extremely excited but, undeniably, he’s scared. He doesn’t know why, but the matter still stands.
  • When he recovers from the shock, he reaches out to his s/o, pulls them close, tucks his head into the crook of their neck, and cries. His s/o gets really nervous, because did they do something wrong? But then they hear him. He’s thanking them over and over and over again.
  • After the operation, Ignis realizes why he was scared. What if it doesn’t work? What if his eyes were too damaged and they couldn’t do it? What if the world is simply too bright for his eyes to handle and he has to keep them closed, and thus remain blind anyways? 
  • He doesn’t open his eyes immediately when he wakes up. He finds the call button, summons a nurse, and asks for his s/o. He wants the first thing he sees to be them.
  • There’s a shuffling in the room and Ignis recognizes the steps to be his s/o’s. He reaches out to them, and he doesn’t realize that he’s shaking until his s/o takes his hands. 
  • His s/o kisses his hands, then his forehead, then his scars, and then his lips. They tell him that the lights aren’t on, there’s just candles, and that he can open his eyes. They’re right here for him, just like they always have been. They squeeze his hands tightly.
  • Ignis opens his eyes. He has to squint, because even the candlelight is still too bright for his newly recovered eyes, but he blinks once, twice. 
  • He locks eyes with his s/o. He sees them smile. He sees the sheen of their hair. He sees the tears in their eyes. He feels tears coming to his own. He can see.
  • “(Y/N),” He mutters, and his voice is shaking, “You’re beautiful. You’re absolutely beautiful.”
  • He reaches up, he touches their face, and finally, he’s able to match a precise image to everything he’s been feeling since he met his s/o. He’s just gotten the use of his eyes back, but he’s already mastered the look of absolute adoration for his s/o.
  • He kisses them, and at some point during that he starts crying again, and his s/o’s there to hold him, and they’re crying too. They’re both so happy.
  • It takes Ignis some time to rehabilitate from the operation. His eyes are still extremely sensitive to light, so he wears darkened lenses for an extended period of time while his eyes adjust. There’s frequent headaches, since his brain tends to get overwhelmed by all the detail it’s suddenly registering again. 
  • Though the recovery process is a bit harrowing at times, Ignis couldn’t be happier. He treasures the sight of everything now more than ever, all the colors around him, all the lights, the sunrise (which is just how he remembers it), everything… 
  • But his favorite sight is his s/o.

I just went off on some kid who tried to claim that Michelle Obama was too uneducated and inexperienced to run for President. Like child, I realize that your weak and sensitive white male ego is still recovering from the shock that a woman came so close to being our president and the thought of a black woman scares you even more, but what the actual fuck? To claim First Lady Obama, who graduated from two Ivy league schools, implemented multiple programs in the past 8 years, and just an all around class act, is as he said “uneducated and inexperienced” is just beyond ridiculous. Go home child you are drunk. 

Diving Too Deep

Originally posted by simplyelda

(Request: Would you write where the niffler was running away from Newt to the reader because the niffler has bond to the reader and it cuddles to the reader to get away from Newt? )

(A/N: I’m honestly still so shocked at the amazing support Let This Be A Sign has gotten! Also! We’ve officially hit 500 followers! This is amazing thank you so much! Thank you for all the reblogs, likes, and kind words y’all have sent me about my imagines! Y’all are amazing xx )

Special thank you to my beta, Alyssa x


“Th- this is the third time this little bugger escapes!”

“Well-oomph- have you ever thought about putting tape on that case, Newton?”

“Don’t call me Newton.”

“I’ll stop when you put tape on that bloody case.”

“Don’t swear at me!”

“I’ll stop when you put tape on that case,” you repeated, a small smile threatening to break from your lips.

You and Newt had been down in his suitcase for the past hour, inspecting every single area of it, “No stone unturned.” Newt had said, and that’s exactly what the both of you had done.

Recently the Niffler had escaped numerous amount of times on your travels, once while you were both eating in Ireland while trying to find a Augurey and most recently while the two of you were researching along the coastlines of Europe, searching for a Mackled Malaclaw.

Apparently Newt had dropped what was probably the Niffler’s idea of the most shiniest piece of seashell he had ever seen into the ocean, because no less than five minutes later was the Niffler diving into the ocean, eager to get his paws on the piece of seashell. Automatically Newt had dropped the notepad he was holding and dove headfirst into the ocean- he broke free seconds later gasping for air with a squirming Niffler in his hands. “Why- why would you do that?” Newt scolded as the Niffler looked at you innocently.

“Oh no,” you had said, “don’t look at me that way.”


Newt stared at you with a serious face, “The Niffler’s gone again (y/n) it’s not funny.”

“Well,” you answered as you walked up to Newt, wrapping your arms around his slender waist, “At least he didn’t escape the case, dear. So you know he’s around here somewhere, why not just let him have an adventure?”

Turning to face you and giving you a light peck on your forehead, Newt sighed. “He might be a little bugger- but he’s ours. What if he gets hurt?”

“Then we keep looking.” you replied, meeting Newt’s grin, “He honestly couldn’t have gone too far, maybe I dropped something that caught his attention- have you checked the shed?”

Shaking his head and furrowing his eyebrows, “No,” Newt said slowly, “perhaps he’s with Dougal, have we checked there as well?”

“Can’t say we have.”

“Great! So you check the shed and I’ll check with Dougal.”

“Sounds like a plan.” you agreed as you hurried to Newt’s shed. Despite the shed’s small outer exterior, it was certainly bigger on the inside and as you opened the door you were greeted with silence. “Hello?” You called you as you walked around the cluttered area.

Stopping to stare at a few of Newt’s notes, you grinned as you recognized his scribble. You knew that Newt was getting close to finishing his manuscript and it was at this point in time that he was beginning to get more self conscious of his own work. Sighing to yourself and shaking your head, you continued to look around for any sight of your Niffler, but when you turned around, you saw Leta’s smiling face staring at you through her picture frame.

You had never actually met Leta and whenever you tried to talk about her with Newt, his eyes would grow sad and he would hug you tightly. “That’s the past,” he would say, and normally that would be the end of the conversation; you never wanted to push the question forward in fear that it would upset Newt, so you let it be. 

Reaching out to the picture frame, you flipped it slowly, so that Leta was now smiling at the table. “Sorry,” you said to it, “He’s in a really good place right now, and I don’t think he needs to be upset.”

A loud shout broke your thoughts causing you slightly jump. “Where are you going?” you heard as you stepped out of the shed in haste, and quickly gasped when you felt a furry creature run up your leg and attach himself to your shirt.

It was only seconds later that Newt came running, slightly out of breath, to you. “D-did you catch him?” he asked breathlessly.

“Yeah!” you replied cheerfully, “he just came up and clinged onto me.” you continued as you placed your finger underneath the Niffler’s chin, tickling him slightly, causing him to let out a series of giggles. You couldn’t help but grin rather largely and chuckle as the Niffler continue to giggle, but when you looked up, Newt was still catching his breath. “What happened to you?” you asked, and Newt replied with a simple look.

“Oh nothing-” huffed Newt, “I was- I was just running after him.”

You nodded as you walked towards a breathless Newt and detached the Niffler from your shirt, “well- you caught him,” you said with a smile on your face, “let’s go put him back.” But just as Newt wrapped his hands around the Niffler’s midsection, he wiggled until he broke free, and scurried back to you.

“Oh,” you said surprised, but still tried to hand him to Newt again who was currently biting his lip, a habit he always seemed to do whenever he was nervous. 

However just as Newt held him, again the Niffler squirmed and scurried back to you. “I-I don’t know what’s going on,” you muttered, shocked, but Newt shook his head. “Let’s just get him home, yes?”

You nodded.


The two of you were on the move again, but this time Newt had been silent for a while instead of his chattery self. “Are you alright, dear?” you asked.

You had never seen Newt like this, he didn’t look angry, or upset, he looked frustrated almost, as if he was staring at an impossible problem. “I’m fine.” he said, his eyebrows furrowed together.

It had been your turn to hold the case and you couldn’t help but stop, leaving Newt walking alone for several seconds before he noticed you weren’t next to him. “(Y/n)?” he asked, “are you alright?”

“Why are you upset?” you asked sharply, causing Newt to widen his eyes at you. It was the first time you’ve ever been this direct with him, and your tone of voice shocked him.

“I’m fine,” Newt said calmly.

“You don’t look fine.”

“I just- I can’t figure it out,” Newt confessed softly, causing you to raise your eyebrows in concern, “what can’t you figure out?” you asked.

“We’re both good witches and wizards, right?”

“Can’t say that we’re not,” you replied, shrugging.

“And we both take good care of the creatures, right?”

“We’d both rather lose an arm before we ever harmed any one of them.”

“Then why does the Niffler like you better than me?” Newt asked softly, his eyes glued to the ground, ears slightly red.

Your mouth gaped slightly open, “you’re upset about the Niffler not wanting to be with you.” you said, “aw Newt-” you continued, “you know very well he loves you to pieces.”

“Does he?” Newt asked, “because last I knew, he only wanted you to carry him. (Y/N) he even woke up on your bed at one point- I don’t even know how he got out of the case, but when I woke up to work on my manuscript, he was curled up on your arm.”

You couldn’t help but smile slightly as Newt continued to ramble on- he was moving his arms as if he was trying to explain something complicated to you, just as his mouth was moving almost a hundred miles per hour. 

“Newt- you know he loves you, just as all of the creatures do. If you ever went missing, I’d have a riot in a suitcase.” you continued, chuckling at that last part.

 “We’re both like parents to these creatures- it’s natural that some will like the other more- just like Pickett.” you explained as beady little eyes stared at you from Newt’s collar. “Hi Pickett.” you said softly, and Pickett squeaked at you before hiding back.

“You’re these creatures Mummy,” you mocked with a smile on your face, to which Newt flushed. “I suppose you’re right,” he said. 

 "I know I’m right.“

A Summary of the GPF 2016 Men's SP

Overall thoughts/reactions:

Javi is a #ninja and can defy the laws of physics

Patrick’s SP was cleaner than Mr. Clean’s Dry Eraser

Shoma my precious son :’(

I hope Shoma isn’t hurt or disappointed I just want my smol son to be happy

Nathan…just…let’s hope for a better FS????

Adam deserved better™

#justiceforadamrippon


Yuzuru thoughts/reactions:

YUZURU HANYU!!!¡¡11

YUZU BACK WITH THOSE MAD QUADS

Forgetting how to breathe for his entire SP

I’ve ascended

106!!!!

Yuzu is #unimpressed by his score

That quad loop™

Yuzu and Pooh interactions :))))))))

Brian being Brian


Best part:
The B. Esp commentators

Final thoughts:
In Jin Boyang we trust

The revelation of the Vinsmoke siblings’ distinctive hair colors got me wondering: is Sanji’s hair color “natural blond” like we all thought it was, or is it actually “artificial yellow”? We don’t know what Sora’s hair color is yet but Judge does seem to be blond so did he get it from him? I mean even if Sanji’s a “dud” he still has curly eyebrows so could it be the same for his hair..???

grace poole - pt.2

Group : BTS

Member : Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook

Genre : angst, smut, fluff (maybe)

Word Count : 1477

Description : “Only the attic but it had stayed locked since years because the previous owner of this house had lost the keys to it,” Jimin says – a lie that should disguise his dark secret living behind locked doors… until you move in.

A/N : I’ve been so lazy but finally got inspired for part two. I know I’m neglecting my blog a lot atm but I just can’t write right now… 

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