if yuuri had beat yurio, he would have retired after the GPF, though not necessarily happily. the way he was looking at yurio while watching his performance made it clear that he was still torn about the decision. but since he won silver he's determined to complete another season, and he gets to do so without worrying that he's taking viktor away from something he loves. plus the gap between yuuri and yurio was so small that they practically tied anyway. so ultimately, yurio winning was a good thing
yuuri deserved to win, he deserved it so much, he worked so hard and I love him and he DESERVED-
Hey guys, have we cried over episode 9 of Yuri on Ice enough yet?
I think not!
Let’s talk about that airport scene (my precious, beloved airport scene).
It’s beautiful and tear-jerking on its own.
But how about we remember that Yuuri said that he will retire after this year’s Grand Prix Final?
Let’s look at that scene from that angle.
What he’s saying here is basically “Please stay with me, please take care of me for these last few weeks before everything is over.”
And this line, this line especially sounds melancholic. As though Victor is saying “I wish I could stay with you longer but we both know that we can only stay together until the Grand Prix Final. I wish we had more time. If only this didn’t have to end so soon…”
And Yuuri knows that’s exactly what he means. He wishes it would be a promise that they’ll stay together forever, but really, it’s only a reminder that what they have is temporary, that even though they wish it would last longer, it won’t. That everything between them will end, and will end soon.
It’s no wonder there are tears in his eyes.
And of course, we can imagine that Yuuri’s plans can change, that he will compete again next year, or that Victor will stay by his side not as his coach, but as something more.
But they don’t know that yet.
They’re clinging to each other for dear life because,for all they know, this is all the time they’re going to get.
Okay no screaming about Yuri on Ice today but we do have Spoilers for Episode 11
To be honest I’m too emotional to be screaming. There was a lot in this episode and it was a fucking emotional roller-coaster for me so lets dive in:
Leading into Yuri’s program we had lots of ring kisses
which this kiss would have been sweet enough but then they do this:
and I was pretty happy at this moment but then Yuri started his skate and I got…worried.
Because of this face:
that’s not his sexy look. That look is pain.
He does pretty well though and i like this little flashback for cuteness:
and when Yuri goes to do the Quad flip Victor is so into it he does it with him:
but Yuri touches down on that Quad Flip and immediately starts to beat himself up
this face was where I got worried.
We got a pretty good insight into Victor after that showing that he also felt like he had to face the world alone…until he met Yuri
but the problem is Yuri doesn’t realise how Victor looks at HIM when he skates and Victor doesn’t realise what Yuri needs right now…so things continued to worry me.
But it’s not just that. Yuri doesn’t realise what he means to Phichit I’m guessing either:
(this exchange was super cute btw)
And even Yurio when they flashed through the “types of love” he’s been exposed to Yuri was on that list:
but the problem is Yuri doubts himself when he sees Victor watch other skaters:
Which isn’t helped by the fact that Victor wanders the fuck away from Yuri and is talking about how impressed with the other skaters he is. All of this made me really worried.
Though i was very happy with this cute ass exchange between Yurio and Otabek:
as well as Yurio being proud of his new friend:
but then we had JJ’s meltdown and first of all I’m actually glad his fiance/fans were sad and disappointed but supportive. I’m also glad that the other skaters were horrified and sympathised with him. I mean I was pretty sure he’d fuck up big time but even I felt emotional about how badly he was fucking up.
But mostly I liked Yuri’s reaction because it was an important moment
I like that Yuri decides to stop beating himself up for taking a risk and also that line about being one of the final six…that’s what he couldn’t see last year so I’m glad he can now see that for what it is.
but then this happened:
I’ll admit I stopped breathing at this point for a bit…but then I calmed down. I don’t think Yuri is dumping Victor or calling off the engagement. Instead I think he’s finally telling Victor he plans to retire after the final. That’s what he wants to end, their professional relationship, not their personal one.
Why do I think that?
Because he had been talking about retiring after the final and getting Victor to step down as his coach for awhile now and because of this:
I doubt he’d say it like that if they were breaking up then. I also think Victor would be looking more upset.
So I know we’re all panicking a bit but I think this is going to be okay. Really I do.
But fuck me if it wasn’t emotional and a difficult episode to get through.
Since Yuri tends to put on weight easily, as he gets older he gets chubby. Viktor loves how soft he is.
Yuri actually loves the height difference between them. All he has to do is look up at Viktor and pout and he gets ALL the forehead kisses.
Yuri will never quite get used to the fact Viktor likes to sleep bare-chested.
They both learn each other’s language, but always speak English together.
After their relationship became public, Viktor had to deal with the fallout of it being seen as “gay propaganda” in his homeland. He finds it hard to reconcile his love for his country as an athlete and the adoration he feels for Yuri.
Yuri is the jealous one, even though he knows Viktor has eyes only for him. Old habits die hard, and sometimes he can barely believe it.
They spend six months together in Russia, and six months together in Japan. It works perfectly for them.
Send Yurio obnoxious couples’ postcards whenever they go literally anywhere. It drives Yurio insane.
Phichit keeps taking candit shots of them making eyes at each other. He tags them #RelationshipGoals.
Like doing all the touristy, couple-oriented things whenever they visit anywhere new.
“But did he love you?” He asked in a venomous tone
She began staring at the floor and shook her head- an obvious ‘No’. He was charming, yes, and handsome, so very handsome; but she was certain that what he felt for her was not love.
After a few minutes she lifted up her face to look into His eyes, as if demanding an answer to her nod, and even though her gesture did not warrant an answer, he obliged. And so, with his eyes glistening with a hint of tears, and looking red as the fire that once burned through him with feelings for her, He finally spoke
“I loved you.”
And with these words a knot formed in her heart that would not unravel for a very long time, and she realised that she had chosen the wrong boy.
Yuri flinches as Otabek presses a damp cloth to his injured knuckles. Otabek is gentle, of course, but it still stings like a bitch. He doesn’t regret the punch though, even though Yakov had chewed his head off immediately after.
“Looks like you punched a wall as well as someone’s face,” Otabek continues, carefully turning Yuri’s hand to wipe away the excess blood.
“I did,” Yuri snaps, scowling at the memory. “Viktor pulled me off that asshole and it’s not like I could punch Viktor.”
Otabek chuckles softly. “Good to know you have a heart.”
“Yeah, right.” Yuri scoffs. “Yakov would rip my head off if I ruined Viktor’s face.”
“Of course,” Otabek pulls out a small tube and spreads some ointment on his fingertips. “This might sting.”
Yuri holds his breath as Otabek applies the ointment. “You should’ve heard them, Beka,” he gasps when Otabek’s fingers pull away. “Those fucking assholes… the things they said about you.”
“I can make an educated guess.”
“Don’t let people say shit about you,” Yuri growls, flexing the fingers of his unscathed hand. “Defend yourself. Shut them up. You’re worth more than those worthless shits. Don’t be an idiot and–”
Otabek silences Yuri’s rambling demands with the press of his lips. Instinctively Yuri reciprocates, and maybe it was something he wanted, a comfort he was seeking that he didn’t realize he needed. His free hand rises to slip around Otabek’s neck until he realizes where they are.
He drops his hand to Otabek’s chest and pushes back. “I–” His cheeks burn as he glances from side to side. “Do you know where we are? What the fuck are you doing?”
“You called me an idiot,” Otabek’s lips twitch. He brushes his thumb over Yuri’s fingers, just barely out of reach of the proof of his outburst. “I’m defending myself. Shutting you up. Just like you said.”
“Idiot…” Yuri repeats, pushing Otabek’s face away. “Just… finish with the fucking bandage.”
Imagine Sam being called Daddy by your daughter....
“Sam where are you?” You called as you wandered through the bunker, your daughter, Carlee, following behind you as you called throughout the bunker looking for your moose of a boyfriend.
“Mommy let’s face it, Daddy isn’t coming out.” She pouted as you quickly looked at her little face, her brown waves hung down around her face, her cheek was slightly pink and her eyes were hazel, but even though she looked like Sam, she wasn’t his.
For you met Sam after the birth of your daughter, he was working a case with Dean when you met him, at the time Carlee was two. She knew that Sam wasn’t her father, for her father checked out before Carlee was even born, but Sam had been there for three years. She however had never called him daddy before, and he wasn’t even there to hear it.
“Well Carlee maybe he is with Dean.” You said, trying to hold back the tears as she looked at you.
“DEAN!” She said running down the hall towards the kitchen, where she knew he would be drinking a beer and making her favorite for dinner, The famous Winchester Burgers. At the sound of the little girl calling for him, he exited the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel, and looked for the little girl.
“Carlee, I promise the burgers will be done soon honey, I just have to finish…”
“Do you know where my Daddy is?” She asked as his face went white, he looked to you for help, which you worded to him, “Sammy”
“Well honey, I haven’t seen Sammy, last I knew he was in the library hiding from you.” Dean smiled as she went running down the hall, leaving you to look at Dean.
“So that’s new.” Dean said as he leaned against the door.
“Yea, she just started doing it.” You said as you looked at him, “I mean though, it makes sense. You and Sam, are the only father figures she has ever had. I am just shocked she….”
You were cut off by the voice of Sam, “HONEY!”
“Better go make sure Carlee hasn’t tickled him to death.” You smiled as you started walking away.
“Wonder when I will be called uncle Dean?” He asked you as you started walking away, laughing as you replied, “One day, probably not today though.”
You jogged to the library to see Sam had Carlee seated on the long chestnut table. His back turned to you, however Carlee saw you, “Mommy!”
“Yes Sam?” You asked as you looked up at him, a small smile on his face.
“She just called me Daddy, she has never…”
“Actually she has called you Daddy twice today already, once to me, and again to Dean, but looks like you are now Daddy Sam.”
“So does that mean..”
“Yes Sam, you are a better father then John ever was.” You whispered as you kissed his check.
“Now can we go eat some of Uncle Dean’s burgers?” Carlee asked as she swung her legs of the side of the table, your mouth hung open as you thought of the words you said less then five minutes ago.
“Yes you may honey, if you ask him exactly what you just asked me.” You answered as she ran towards the kitchen, your hand reaching out to stop him, “Wait for it.”
Several Seconds later you heard Dean run into the entryway, “She called me Uncle! I am Uncle Dean now.” and then he ran off, leaving you laughing at the little family you had made.
We know Naruto loses it when someone talks about Sasuke...but let’s look at Sasuke’s side of it.
So, shortly before Naruto is reunited with Sasuke, Orochimaru messes with him by “taunting” him about Sasuke.
Naturally, it works.
What I don’t see talked about as much is shortly after this, when Sai talks to Sasuke. Sasuke tries to play it cool at first but after Sai says he’ll probably get along with him better than Naruto, Sasuke actually puts him in a genjutsu.
That seems pretty severe for him to do if he’s really not bothered by the thought of Naruto, after all the time that had passed. Orochimaru was onto him, though. Sai hadn’t really talked about anything but Naruto yet Orochimaru accused him of “teasing” Sasuke. Perhaps he knows from experience??
Orochimaru is a lot of things but he’s not a fool and it was obvious that the mention of Naruto is what set Sasuke off.
All I’m saying is Naruto’s name could be used to provoke Sasuke the same way Sasuke’s name provoked Naruto. Even after two and a half years of no contact, his feelings were still that strong. Sasuke “I guess I do remember someone like that” Uchiha never got Naruto out of his mind, ever.
After cosette introduced her dad to them; les amis de l'abc accepted jean valjean as their dad weirdly fast and as did valjean like over the course of a week Jean Valjean had unexpectedly adopted 11 college students and 1 ten year old and they all look up to him as a fatherly figure and randomly call him for advice and he is pretty sure that over half of them have him as their emergency contact now. Sometimes the call him and give him life updates like enjolras excitedly calling him one night: “GRANTAIRE ASKED ME OUT TO GET COFFEE TOMORROW!!! Wait what am i supposed to do?” Then proceeded to slightly panic while valjean gave him dating advice and told him to be himself (yesterday grantaire had called him for advice on how to ask out enjolras) and every time they tell him about one of their latest achievements in life he gets this swell of pride in his heart.
He goes to gavroches soccer/football games, grantaires art shows, courfeyracs plays or musicals, every protest he can go to, and every big event that matters to them because even though they arent actually his kids they practically are at this point
“Is this something we’re doing now?” Cas asks. “Being honest about how we feel?”
Dean looks up from his beer to find Cas staring at him, one eyebrow raised in a way that’s decidedly snarky. There’s something in the steadiness of Cas’ gaze, though, in the tilt of his head, that tells Dean it was an actual question and he expects an honest answer.
He had felt good earlier, after giving up the charade and admitting he wasn’t angry. It had felt nice to have things out in the open. He had relaxed, had told himself he could be honest and things would be all right, that he wouldn’t scare Cas off. He had wondered, for a few minutes, why he always felt the need to reign himself in, to bury his care and his concern under a facade. He had asked himself why he still bothered.
Dean sees, now, that he had just talked himself into becoming complacent. As soon as the words are out of Cas’ mouth, Dean’s heart suddenly starts doing double time. Ah, right, he thinks. That’s why. This is why he had changed the subject earlier, when Cas had made it clear he would die for them.
Dean still has limits that Cas seems uniquely excellent at pushing him to. He isn’t doing it on purpose, Dean thinks. It’s one of those human things he never quite got the hang of. Cas has always stood a little too close, stared a little too long. He’s always said things that unsettle Dean in a way he doesn’t quite understand, and this is no exception.
Written for the prompt: Well, you try talking some sense into the bridge troll.
Sterek, T, 2K words. In which poor Derek is scared of trolls, and Stiles has to think on his feet.
Stiles threw his hands up with an exasperated groan and spun around. “Oh my god, I cannot fucking do this. Derek, care to chime in?”
The two of them had been driving through the Preserve, just minding their own business, until they came to a little bridge and got stopped by a troll, of all things. Seriously. One would think that after this many years, Stiles would stop being surprised by new supernatural creatures. Their troll section in the bestiary was practically nonexistent, but he looked…well, he looked pretty much like a troll, actually, big and ugly with a large, misshapen nose. He wasn’t green, though, which was a little disappointing, and he was so far not listening to Stiles’ reasoning.
“Let us pass,” Derek growled, and Stiles sighed. Seriously? That was the best he could do?
“Real eloquent there, Sourwolf,” he drawled, and he rolled his eyes at Derek’s snarl. “Oh, please. I haven’t been scared of you in like six years.”
Derek glared and grabbed Stiles’ elbow to tug him back a few steps. “I don’t like trolls,” he hissed.
“You are an alpha werewolf,” Stiles hissed back, “and you don’t like trolls?”
“Repeating it doesn’t make it any less true!”
Stiles sighed and snuck a look at the troll. It seemed a little exasperated but wasn’t trying to actively kill them or anything. “Why do you look like you’re about to shit your pants?”
“I don’t want to tell you this,” Derek said. It looked like he had been sucking on a lemon, and since that hadn’t been his go-to default expression in at least three years, Stiles knew something was actually wrong.
“Well, I don’t want to die at the hands of this troll, so.”
“I had nightmares about trolls when I was a kid,” he whispered, and Stiles blinked.
“Are you kidding me right now?” he asked, then he held his hand up when Derek opened his mouth. “Never mind. Don’t get me wrong, we will be talking about this later. But back to this troll. Do we have to kill it?”
Derek grimaced, as did the troll, unsurprisingly. “Whoa,” he said, stepping forward. Stiles immediately took a step back. He could see Derek’s point, actually—trolls were pretty creepy. “That’s a little drastic, right? I thought you all were the good guys.”
“Yeah, and part of being the good guys is killing the bad guys!”
The troll’s eyes widened. “Wait, wait,” he said, putting his hands up, “what do you think I do here?”
Will had always liked the way his hands looked when he
curled them into fists. His knuckles always stood out so strongly, ridges that
seemed to be there only to hit and be split. After a fight, he always liked to
flex his hand, see the skin pull and feel the sting. Most of the time his skin
was red against his will, blushing because a cute girl talked to him or because
he did something stupid in front of other people. But when his knuckles were
split, he knew that he made that
decision and he was the one to put
the marks there. It was a kind of control and he craved control more than he
After a fight, and there was always a fight, Will would
drag himself to the nearest bathroom he could find and clean up. Wash out the
cuts, rub some alcohol into them to stave off infection, and then he’d wrap
them with bandages. Nothing major; sometimes it was the sticky ones, usually
the plain skin colored ones but sometimes all that was left were his younger
siblings’ superhero and princess bandages, which he always pretended he was
embarrassed about but he had liked carrying them with him throughout the day;
sometimes it was the white gauzy kind and he’d wrap them around his knuckles
like a boxer, feeling like he could fight the world wrapped up like that.
His first real fist fight had been at age eleven with a
giant named Jimmy Morris, who was a year older and a foot taller than Will at
the time. Will had fought him because Jimmy had made some kind of comment about
Will’s clothes being hand-me-downs from his older sister, Colleen, and Will
didn’t take too kindly to insults. So he had punched Jimmy in the shoulder
after school-it was all he could reach- and swung as hard as he could for the
rest of the two minute fight. At the end of those two minutes, Will was left
alone in the dirt, black eyed and bloody nosed with split knuckles he’d come to
know so well in his upcoming years.
Request:soooo Seb has finally hooked up with the reader and all he can do is watch her sleep bc he cant believe it
“Quit doing that.”
Nuzzling into your pillow, you try your best to suppress the feeling washing over you. The swelling of your lips is a pure result of his eagerness. You hate giving him the satisfaction of making you smile.
You wait until you have fully suppressed the smile to offer up your response.
I have been thinking about something that has been on my mind since last weeks episode. I have a theory that Claudia Stilinski isn’t actually real. Okay so you maybe thinking “What she can’t not be real… she’s there with the sheriff and they are happy!” But hear me out.
So when the Wild Hunt took Stiles I think that because of his supernatural background they wanted to make sure that no one went around looking for him. To do that they had to give the people closest to him a believable and normal reality so they didn’t go searching for him. Even though eventually everyone forgets the person who is taken, it is harder when you have things that remind you that they were there. Back to why I think Claudia isn’t real, when the sheriff first interacted with her he seems confused. This happened directly after stiles was taken. I think that because the sheriff would have been alone after Stiles was taken the people from the Wild Hunt might have created someone (Claudia) to keep the sheriff from remembering Stiles. Her character seems very adamant about not having kids and very weary when around Scott and the pack. She was characterized by Stiles as loving and caring, but from what I’m seeing she seems a little off.
In the promo for the next episode “Relics” you can see that when Lyida begins to peel away the wall paper from where Stiles room used to be Claudia grabs Lyida forcefully and seems hostile.
That moment reminded me of when Scott was trying to break into Stiles locker and the sketchy new teacher stopped him. I’m guessing that “Claudia” is just a member of the hunt. It is said that “members of the hunt maybe eleven fairs or the dead”. Claudia could be a part of the hunt and used to help people forget like the sheriff.
Even though I wish she were really alive so that when Stiles is found he can have his big happy family, I don’t think it will happen. But I do know that they are getting closer and I hope that everything ends well.
Lemme tell you about Colin Mochrie. This photo is from last year when he came to Portland, OR, to perform a fundraiser show for my theater, Curious Comedy Theater. We paid for his flight and hotel, but to help us raise more money he did not take a paycheck for the show. We sold out an 800 seat theater.
Before the show we were all backstage before Colin showed up and we were warming up playing improv games, etc. Suddenly our director walks in with him. There are some brief introductions and then he just joins our circle and plays improv games with us as if he’s just one of us.
The show was amazing. He recognizes that the audience is mainly there to see him so he is in every game, but he’s uncomfortable with that. He plays in a way that makes everyone look good. Pictured above is a moment where he “snapped” my neck. That was a dream come true.
After the show we all hung out at a bar and even though he had a very early flight the next day, he stayed and chatted with us until very late.
This year he came back and did the same show. He helped carry chairs into the theater as he came in.
So no @1-step-at-a-thyme , Colin Mochrie is not a total diva in real life. He is in fact real chill.
Another partially complete one because this fic has decided it wants to be really long. Here’s like 4k though.
Kent looked up from his cocktail
to see Jack looking at him with a frown on his face, various Falconers arrayed
behind him and looking on curiously. Oh
shit. He had been successfully avoiding Jack for months, and now he goes
and picks the same goddamn bar after the game. Is this the universe telling him
to stop drinking? Fuck you, universe.
“Jack,” he said evenly. There is
an absolutely zero percent chance that Jack will believe him that this is just
a coincidence, especially because none of his teammates are here. Sue him for
wanting to have a quiet night. Next time he’d just go with them to the shitty
“Why are you here?” Jack said
forbiddingly. “I thought I made myself clear—“
“Yeah, yeah, I got it, Zimms, you
don’t want to see me.” He pushed back from the bar, mouth twisting bitterly,
and abandoned his drink. “I’m not stalking you, promise.” He made a
split-second, impulsive decision. “I’m here to see him.” He reached out and
pulls in the nearest Falconer, not even looking at his face.
“You’re here to see…Tater?” Jack