• Me: It's okay to be unsure of your gender/sexuality!!1! It's totally cool to be figuring yourself out!
  • Me @ me: except you bc u need to get ur stuff together and figure out what the heck u are right now immediately

I’m going to confess this stupid thing, but it happens to me that from time to time, when a very good blog of this fandom follows me I’m like ’is this true? You are following me? Are you sure this is not a mistake?’ And I always wait for they to stop following me because I can not believe that someone so cool has noticed my existence.

Viktor Nikiforov needs to stop acting all cool and fancy when he literally fell in love to a drunk, almost naked, japanese man that just gave him the time of his life and then he proceeded to fly to japan after seeing one (1) video of said japanese man skating his routine months after. and even though they got engaged months and months after, he learns his now fiancé japanese man doesn’t remember shit.

viktor nikiforov is the lamest person pass it on


    I’m going to be blunt about this, before I go and make my coffee and continue with more memes. If you want to reblog this─── I don’t mind. That’s up to you but I’m not very happy with certain behaviours right now.

       Let me be blunt with this,

This blog will not, nor will it ever, tolerate any kind of vagueblogging directed negatively at anyone in this fandom.

   It doesn’t matter whether I know them, or whether I do not. It doesn’t matter if we’re enemies, or the best of friends, THIS IS BULLYING. This is toxic, unhealthy behaviour that situates someone in a position in which they are unable to defend themselves. This is not okay ──── this will NOT be tolerated, by any means.

    Vagueblogging on its own, can be something very hurtful. People neglect the facts of saying, IT CAN PUSH PEOPLE TO HURT THEMSELVES. Let me say that for the people in the back, a little louder,


   Tumblr is a communal site. What does that mean? It means that just like an out of school hobby, there is an underlying responsibility to take care of eachother. Does that mean you have to twist and turn in every direction to babysit someone you don’t even know? No, but it does mean you need to AT LEAST, be aware of possibly concerning content you post and it’s affect on others.

   Again, I’m going to be blunt ──── if you have no intentions of at least TRYING to censor your content, be it through tags, or readmores, or just not posting it at all, I have no time for you. I don’t care how much we’ve talked, how nice I’ve been, I do NOT care───

I will NEVER tolerate someone attacking another person.

I will NEVER tolerate someone HARASSING another person.

I will NEVER tolerate someone thinking it is in THEIR RIGHT to PUT DOWN someone in ANY CIRCUMSTANCE.

I will not tolerate bullying here, and that is absolute.


“You’re kidding, right?”
“Do I look like I’m kidding?”

Still shocked Dean looked at you. “Well… you don’t look pregnant!”
You just glanced at him, no commentary needed.
“Yeah, I know, sorry. Sorry. It’s just…you’re… and I…”
“I know”, you interrupted him, sighing. “I know.”

You knew Dean for about three months now. At the end of summer he had joined your class in Highschool. And at first you had to admit, you hadn’t been very fond of him. Sure, he looked dashing, but his ‘I-am-better-than-you-all – attitude’ completely annoyed you.
But soon enough he began flirting with you.

And soon enough you fell for him.

But well, a girl doesn’t need to be saved from a demon every day, so maybe this was one of the reasons you actually started to like him.
After the incident, he sometimes stopped acting like the cool guy and just was himself around you. Which was still pretty cool, you had to admit.
But mostly he was this sometimes a bit goofy, though sometimes very lonely, boy.
And you grew to really like him. So, after you had been dating for a month, well, it happened what had to happen. And, oh, you so desperately wanted it to happen.

Since his dad wasn’t home much, and his brother rather occupied with studying in the library, you had his motel room for yourselves. Quite a lot.

And as it seemed, on of these times something obviously didn’t go right.

“Since when do you know?”, he asked, a little bit calmer now, though you still could see that he was extremely tense.

“Yesterday evening”, you whispered, looking at your hands. You had done the test yesterday, after you had finally admitted to yourself, that you couldn’t find another excuse for your period being late for two weeks. And as your parents were still out for work, you quickly vanished into the bathroom, just to come out over an hour later, eyes still red from crying.
It wasn’t that you didn’t want this baby. It was just not planned. And you were still in Highschool after all. Above all, it was just a major shock for you.

“I did another one this morning, just to make sure”, you added, but didn’t talk further. The result was obvious.

For a few minutes it was silent between you. 

“So, what are you gonna do?”, Dean finally asked the unspoken question, that just waited for his turn, ever since you told him. You sighed.
“I don’t know.” Tears threatened to form in your eyes, but you quickly blinked them away. This wasn’t easy. Neither for you, nor for him. But panic would get you nowhere right now. 

“I’m gonna keep it”, you whispered, almost subconsciously placing your hand on your still completely flat stomach. “Highschool’s almost over, and I think my mum will help me with… the baby.” Calling it by its name, was a lot more difficult than you had thought. “At least I hope so.“ 

Another milestone. Telling your parents.

Dean sighed and nodded. He’d probably expected this.
Again it was silent.

"You know, that I can’t stay.”

That was a punch right in the gut.
“Yeah”, you nodded. “I know.”
And that was true. You had known, that he wouldn’t stay. He had to go with his father and especially with his little brother, Sam. You knew what they did. And this was exactly why you knew that you had to understand his decision.
But still there had been this little part of you, hoping that he’d stay. That he would leave everything behind, to be with you and the baby. 

“I know”, you repeated, maybe just to remind yourself, that it shouldn’t hit you that hard.

But now you couldn’t dam up the tears anymore, that were now unimpeded streaming down your face.
Immediately Dean took you into a strong hug, gently caressing your back. “It will be fine”, he whispered, over and over again, until you finally calmed down again.

“When do you have to go?”, you asked, your head still nuzzled into his neck. You could feel his body stiffen. He hesitated to answer. “Next week”, he finally told you, still holding you tight. 

Slowly you nodded. You’d be fine.

Your parents had accepted the baby. Not that they’d been happy, they were actually quite far from it, but, well. Now it had happened, and after all they still were you parents and they loved you, so your mum promised you to help you wherever she could.
“I will write you”, Dean promised, giving you a peck on your forehead. You nodded. “How do I contact you?”, you asked, but Dean just shook his head. “I don’t know”, he whispered. “But I will let you know. We’ll stay in contact”, he promised, one last time. And shortly before he took his place into the car he turned around.
“I will be there.”

And he was. 

Shortly after the child was born, he came. As soon as the news reached him, he had taken his father’s car, driving to you as fast as he could.

In all these months, not seeing him, just receiving letters, there had been moments, where you had doubted him. Where you thought, that he’d never come back, that he’d leave you alone with your son.
But, in this moment, as you saw him standing there, holding his - holding your baby, after a over thousand mile drive, you knew for sure, that he would always be there for you, if you needed him. 

requested by anon


my cousin is such a faggot he made a Skype group with his other 6th grade friends and invited me in it and every 5 seconds its like beeping and they are saying 5th grader jokes LOL OMG KILL ME PLEASE he annoys me so much like when I’m with my friends he tries to act cool, the other day my friends called him on Skype to make fun of him, and he sang the nyan cat song thingy and sounded like a complete faggot and he’s so fat too he eats like 6 times a day and he dresses in like pink i hate my relatives all of them drink so much vodka and act so communist and are like big fat hairy russians and i don’t fit in~