Yuri is a character that struggles with his weight, and he is a professional athlete. This isn’t a one time comment or information from an interview, it is an actual character trait and something as simple as showing what Yuri eats maintains this consistently.
Yuri had a bit of a crush on Yuko when they were children, but the fact they never got together doesn’t mean they are no longer friends; they care for each other, for each other’s families, root for each other and are always happy when the other is happy
on top of that Yuko is married to Takeshi, and Takeshi is a good friend of Yuri’s as well. The Nishigori marriage are easily Yuri’s closest friends in Japan and their daughters are fans of him too.
Yuri doesn’t get on Yurio’s level whenever Yurio is mean to him, the only time Yuri competes against Yurio is on the rink when they are skating cause they are both professional skaters. Yuri, an adult, does not fight a teenager but doesn’t let him win either.
Yuri’s friends support Yurio as well. Even if Yurio is still pissed at Viktor, Yurio does communicate with Yuko and her family and doesn’t treat them badly for being Yuri’s friends.
this may seem like a small thing but, the main pairing in this show is made out of two adults. Yes it may not seem like much but if this was any type of Yaoi, a literal child would wind up portrayed as the one having a romance with his coach.
Yuri’s problems are stated as being psychological. Mental and emotional issues affect your life and it is ok to portray that.
Yuri’s previous coach still talks to him and is proud of him, same as his ballet teacher. Just because you changed careers or are trying something new, that doesn’t mean that all the people you knew before are gone from your life.
Yurio is not used to loosing, but upon loosing to someone else that he looked down on he changed strategies and stepped up his game.
Yuri is not afraid to be selfish anymore. People praise selflessness, but that shouldn’t come in the way of not moving forward. Yes you can want someone else’s affection, you deserve to win at what you are working on, you deserve to feel important and to not let others tell you otherwise.
you can be an adult and still decide to do something new with your life
Yuri’s parents don’t know anything about his career besides “he got a good rank we guess”. I actually relate to this a lot cause no one in my family has the same career as me, not even distant cousins, so there’s only so much of what I do that they can actually understand.
that said, just because they don’t get it, this doesn’t mean they don’t support it. Sometimes all your parents know to do with what you like is tell you “sure go ahead” and that’s a form of encouragement. They found a dance teacher for Yuri and let him ice skate (which is probably not cheap) and they always watch his competitions.
this is an international competition. And we have people from at least 3 continents representing that. A character from Thailand? can’t remember seeing that elsewhere, a dude from Switzerland? Azerbaijan too? the Chinese boy is not a kung fu stereotype? and the American one is Latino?!?!? yes please
Yuri is one of those people who downplay themselves so much, that they can’t imagine other people thinking that they are amazing. But yes, you are amazing, someone thinks so, and it is ok to not fully believe that yourself at first, but don’t discourage others from looking up to you as they have their reasons for doing so.
A/N: I wanted to write something for Tom and I’ve been in the mood for fluff lately so this was the result. The idea was a lot better in my head but I still wanted to share the end result
Warnings: Just a lot of fluff
The first thing you noticed when you came home was a paper
It was hanging from the ceiling by a strand of twine.
The words “Open me” were scribbled on the paper and you
immediately recognized it to be the writing of your boyfriend, Tom.
In fact, there were multiple strands of twine hanging from
your ceiling. Various items were hanging from the twine up and down the hallway
leading to your bedroom.
Curiosity began to overwhelm you. You had noticed that Tom
had been acting a little weird recently. Not in a bad way and it wasn’t a
dramatic change either. Just something was a little bit different, like he knew
something that you didn’t.
You grabbed the paper airplane and opened it as he had
instructed you to do. You were greeted with even more of his handwriting. You
began reading the note that he had written on the inside.
Our story begins when
two lovers meet on a plane.
I was frustrated to
say the least. It seemed like my work schedule had become almost unbearable
recently. I loved my job and while I couldn’t really imagine doing anything
else, I couldn’t deny that the long hours were getting to me. It all seemed to
become a blur. Film the movie; promote the movie, interviews and autographs
followed by more interviews and autographs. I did my best to put on a cheerful
demeanor and this usually wasn’t difficult since I often considered myself to
be a people person. I was aware, however, that in the last couple months I
started slipping up. I noticed it months ago and despite my best efforts not to
think about my exhaustion it was becoming harder to ignore. On the rare
occasions that I would indulge in the comments on the internet about one of my
interviews, I came to realize that unfortunately the public was starting to
notice it too. So now here I was again,
aboard another flight to do promotion for another film that would probably do
horribly at the box office like so many of my films before. I would have
preferred to be in bed instead of stuck on another plane, although I was grateful
that at least for the next few hours I wouldn’t have to answer questions that
made me uncomfortable or stand in front of a hundred flashing cameras.
This is when I saw you
struggling to put your luggage in the overhead bin.
“Would you like some
When you turned your
head to look at me it felt like the breath had been knocked out of my chest.
“Yes, please. If you
don’t mind, that would be great.”
Your voice was small
and soft. There was something about that voice, something about you in general
that grabbed a hold of me and refused to let me go.
I lifted your bag into
the overhead area with ease and smiled at you. I would be lying if I said I
didn’t notice the blush on your cheeks.
“It’s no problem,
darling.” I started to look around and began to feel a smile take over my face.
I just hoped I wasn’t wrong in my assumption.
“Is this you?” I
pointed to the seat next to my own.
“…Yes. I believe it
I had never been more
ecstatic about an airline seating arrangement in my entire life.
“Do you believe in an
afterlife?” You turned your head to look straight at me and I had to force
myself to look away so that I wouldn’t get distracted by your eyes.
I didn’t have to take
much time to think about my answer.
“No. I think this is
it, you know? So I think it’s especially important to make this life count as
cliché as it sounds. What about you?”
You looked forward and
furrowed your brows together while you were contemplating your answer. I took a
moment to just look at you. I wanted to take everything in. I wasn’t even sure
how long we had been flying at that point. We spent the whole time just talking
to each other, asking each other questions about anything we could think of. I
was so caught up in the conversation that I refused to think about the fact
that eventually this plane would land and we would have to part ways.
“No… well to be
honest, I’m not sure. I used to believe in it when I was a kid because I was
surrounded by so many religious adults but as I got older I couldn’t seem to shake
this feeling that it’s not real, you know? Maybe after all this it’s just
darkness. The idea of a heaven seems wonderful and I’d like to think that it’s
real but I could never bring myself to have an intense amount of faith. The
idea of hell seems terrifying though. I don’t want to believe in a possibility
that I could live out my existence here and then be doomed to an afterlife of
eternal damnation. Although, I can’t have it both ways can I? If I want to
believe in a heaven, I also have to believe in a hell. I have to accept the
good and the bad. I’d like to believe in it but I don’t know if that’s enough.
I don’t think that wanting to believe in something is the same thing as
actually believing in it.”
It continued on just
like that. We would ask each other questions and give our answers. You spoke
eloquently. It was like you had all the secrets of the universe hidden inside
you. You asked me if I believed in ghosts and I told you that I was open to the
idea. I asked you if you believed in them and you said that you didn’t but you
always took your friends seriously when they said that they did.
You talked about your
love for books and films that made an impression on you over the years. You
didn’t give any acknowledgment that you knew who I was and I didn’t ask. I
didn’t want to talk about my job or any of my characters. I just wanted to talk
When it came time for
us to go our separate ways I panicked about letting you get away. I called
after you and fumbled some incoherent nonsense about hotel rooms and phone
numbers. I have never forgotten the gorgeous smile on your face when you nodded
your head and shakily punched your number into my phone.
You were willing to bet that the smile on your face now
probably mirrored the one he was talking about in his note. This beautiful note
recounting the day the two of you met. You remembered it vividly. It was your
first flight and you were terrified. He held your hand the whole time.
The next thing you saw hanging from the twine in your house
was a flower, a rose to be exact. You saw a note attached and immediately began
We spent weeks
together after our first meeting. We went to parks and coffee shops. We talked
constantly, whether it was in person or on the phone. I’m amazed we didn’t run
out of conversation topics.
I don’t remember how
it happened. Somehow, we ended up talking about previous relationships. The
romance in our lives. I didn’t go into much detail, just a little bit here and
there about a girl I dated in school or a friend I was with a few years ago.
When I asked you about
your past relationships, I wasn’t sure if I would be ready for the answer. I
didn’t really want to hear you talk about guys you had been with before. I
thought I might become jealous, which was ridiculous because I had no right to
be upset about some guy you were with before you met me. I also knew however,
that you weren’t dating anyone now, so whatever you had in the past had ended. I
didn’t want to hear about that. I didn’t want to hear about some guy that broke
You fiddled your
thumbs and told me about some guys from your past that you only dated for a few
I remember your words
“I’ve never really had
anything serious. I’ve only had a couple relationships. It seems like most of
them ended because they end up finding someone else. It’s like the only thing
I’m good for is just leading them into the arms of the person that they really
want to be with. They would find someone prettier or funnier or someone from
their past that they were falling for again. They would start something new
with them… sometimes they wouldn’t even wait to leave before they did it.”
It hurt to hear you
say this. I didn’t want to think about living in a world where you had ever
We talked about
romantic gestures. I mentioned how once in school I decided to hop on a plane
and surprise my girlfriend in Paris even though I had an audition the next day.
You had a look of pure wonder on your face when I spoke about it.
You said you made a
mixtape for a boyfriend in the past but he didn’t seem to acknowledge it when
you had given it to him so you highly doubted he ever actually listened to it.
When I asked you about
things that were done for you it became silent and you took a while to answer.
You had this look on your face like you were trying to solve a really
complicated math equation.
You finally said,
“…There hasn’t really been anything.”
“Well…No. Like I said,
I’ve never had anything serious. They never really did anything, certainly not
a surprise visit to another country. I know this is probably going to sound
really lame but I’ve always wanted someone to give me flowers. I mean I know
it’s really cliché and they’ll probably die in a week but I think it would be
I didn’t think it
sounded lame at all. To be honest, I was shocked. You had never received
flowers before? Maybe I was old fashioned but I didn’t really care. Flowers are
such a classic romantic gesture. They’re a way to communicate without having to
talk. A way to make a woman feel appreciated; an act that every woman deserved.
I got a call from you
a week later.
“Thank you, Thank you,
Thank you! I love the flowers. They are so beautiful. But you didn’t have to do
this for me.”
“Sure, I did. You’ve
never gotten flowers before! That is a crime darling. Everyone deserves
flowers. I simply could not let you go through life without them. What kind of
gentleman would that make me?”
“It would make you a
normal, modern gentleman. Well I appreciate it. I promise to cherish them until
“Well when they do
I’ll just have to buy you more.”
“I couldn’t ask you to
do that! A dozen roses are already enough.”
“You’re not asking,
I’m insisting. When can I see you again?”
“I’m free on Friday.
Does that work?”
“Thank you again for
the flowers. They really are lovely.”
You couldn’t keep the smile off your face at the memory. You
kept those roses by your bed until they died. They were the first thing you saw
when you woke up and they never failed to make you smile. They also reminded
you of Tom and that made you smile more. He did live up to his promise about
buying you more flowers. He loved it and had formed a habit of buying you
flowers throughout the years of your relationship. Sometimes, it would be for a
special occasion. Sometimes, it was just because he wanted to.
The sudden memory of the flowers brought you back to
Why the hell did Tom take the time to write out all these
memories? What was he planning? You’ve always known that Tom was a romantic
boyfriend. He had proven that many times over the years. But even this didn’t
seem normal for someone as romantic as Tom. You almost pulled out your phone to
text him and ask what this was all about but you stopped that right away. You
knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t tell you. He would just tell you
something cryptic like “Keep going, you’ll see.”
So you moved on to the next string.
This time you were greeted with a map. It puzzled you at
first because the layout didn’t look familiar to you. When you tilted your head
and leaned in for closer inspection you also noticed that the words on the map
were not in English.
Even though you were sure you couldn’t pronounce any of the
words you were able to recognize that the writing was Dutch which could only
mean one thing.
This was a map of Amsterdam.
You opened Tom’s note ready to read about the trip the two
of you took together.
You always said that
you never had much of a desire to travel. This was partially because the
thought of flying made you anxious and partially because tourist attractions
didn’t really appeal to you.
I didn’t really
believe this though. I thought surely there must have been at least one place
you wanted to visit. So I decided to press on the issue.
“Are you sure there
isn’t anywhere you want to go? All the places in the world and you’re really
just content to stay at home?”
This is when you
started to crack. I saw a slight smile start to form on your lips and I knew I
was right. You did want to go somewhere.
“Well… I suppose that
isn’t entirely true. I would really like to go to Amsterdam. I’ve wanted to go
there since I was 15. There’s just something magical about it. It’s like
wonderland for adults. Spring is the best time to go. Amsterdam is beautiful in
the spring but it’s also the same time that everyone else goes. 98% of the
hotels are booked during that season. But it still looks spectacular during
other seasons too, even in the snow!”
You went on like that
and all I could do was stare at you. You had a certain light in your eyes.
There was something about the look on your face that was warm and exciting. You
were so expressive like a child that was far too young to hide anything. When I
was standing there, watching you, it almost made me feel like a child too, like
I was taking in the beauty of the Christmas season.
Then suddenly, you
“I’m rambling… Aren’t
I? You can just tell me to stop talking if you want…”
“No! I don’t mind. I
like it. I swear I could spend my whole life just watching you talk about the
things you’re passionate about.”
“Really? You could
spend your whole life listening to me talk about Amsterdam? You don’t think you
would get bored?”
“No. It’s a pretty big
city, there’s a lot to talk about. Besides, I like seeing you when you’re
happy. That couldn’t bore me. You have a love for this place and there’s nothing
wrong with that. It what makes you unique. The reasons why you want to travel
there and why you love it so much are specific to you. No one else has that
I will admit that I
was incredibly nervous about planning that trip. I wanted to surprise you and I
had a pretty hard time keeping it a secret. Things were still kind of new for
us at that point too. I stressed out a lot over hotel arrangements. Should I
get two rooms or one? It did seem like a waste to get two separate rooms since
it was just the two of us and we were going to be spending the whole time
together anyway. On the other hand, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable if
I only got one room. We were going to be spending time together but I still
wanted you to have privacy.
After I was done
berating myself over it for days, I eventually settled on one room with two
Everyone assumed we
were married while we were there. Anytime we made a reservation anywhere they
would always address us as “Mr. & Mrs. Hiddleston.” We tried to correct
them at first but eventually decided to embrace it. I liked the sound of it.
There was something about standing there with your hand in mine while someone
referred to you as “Mrs. Hiddleston” that felt right to me. When I would make a
reservation for a restaurant I would purposely say, “My wife and I.” It had a
nice ring to it. It flowed off my tongue smoothly and suddenly it was the only
thing I wanted to call you. “My wife.”
It was April when we
went to Amsterdam. I may or may not have purposely planned this because I knew
that the King’s Day festival was going to be taking place. We went to markets
and cafes. It was incredibly crowded and our cell phones were useless for most
of the day since the cell network broke down. It didn’t matter though; spending
the day with you was what I really cared about.
I thought watching
your eyes light up when you talked about Amsterdam was breathtaking, but it
absolutely could not compare to the look on your face when you were actually
there. Everything seemed to excite you. It was like you just wanted to soak it
all in. You were interested in everything from the Van Gogh Museum to the bikes
on the street corners. You were so enchanted and it warmed my heart. I swore to
myself that I would buy plane tickets to Amsterdam every year just to keep that
smile on your face.
The first night we
stayed in the hotel you called out to me from your bed.
“Tom, are you awake?”
It fell silent after
that so I decided to speak again.
“Why aren’t you
You waited a while
before you answered and you spoke so softly I almost couldn’t hear you.
“I had a nightmare. I
was wondering if you were awake…but I shouldn’t have bothered you. I mean I’m
an adult, damn it! I should be able to handle a bad dream. I’m sorry that-“
I cut you off.
“Are you still
I pulled back the
blankets, moved over, and patted the mattress beside me.
So we slept just like
that. The feeling you sleeping close to me was one of the most intimate things
I’ve ever experienced and I slept far better that night than I had in months,
maybe even years. In fact, if you weren’t so excited about exploring the local
architecture and attractions, I would have been content to just stay in that
bed with you all day.
We slept like that for
the rest of the trip. It turned out that the second bed really wasn’t needed at
I came back from that
trip feeling like I wanted to travel everywhere with you. I wanted to take you
to all the places that I got to travel to but didn’t get see much of because of
my work. I wanted us to make our own memories in every single city we could
find. I think we left pieces of our hearts and souls scattered across Amsterdam
when we left and I know that parts of it were intertwined with us when we
returned. I want more of that. I hope you do too.
You were absolutely positive that you did. You had
eventually gotten over your fear of flights are being on so many of them with
Tom. While it’s true that you didn’t have much of a desire to travel before you
met him, there was something about going all over the world with him that made
you fall in love with him a little bit more. It was something that bonded the
two of you. It was something that only you shared. Sure, you could share
stories about your travels with others but at the end of the day, the
experiences and the feelings associated with those experiences would always
belong to you.
You continued on reading notes about the first time you
attended a red carpet together, the day you met his family, and even a somewhat
inappropriate re-telling of the night the two of you made love for the first
time that left you absolutely flustered.
Eventually you reached a string by your bedroom door that
held a photograph of you and Tom.
You recognized it immediately. Tom went through a “phase” a
while back where he wanted to take up photography and he brilliantly decided
that the best way to do this would be to use you as his model.
You opened the note below it and started reading.
You were a little bit hesitant
about letting me photograph you. You didn’t think you were photogenic. I
thought that was completely ridiculous but I was ecstatic that you agreed. It wasn’t
anything fancy. That wasn’t the look I was going for. I just wanted you in the
purest form I could capture. You wore my flannel shirt and lied down on the
bed. I straddled your hips and watched the sunlight hit your face. It poured
over you like honey and I was so distracted that I almost didn’t take any
pictures at all.
I could see so much of
your personality pouring out of those pictures. In the span of three
photographs I could see your child-like spirit, your subtle smile, and your
You grabbed the camera
from me and started taking pictures of your own.
I hid my face in my
hands the minute you turned the camera on me.
“What’s the matter?
The famous actor that gets photographed everyday can’t handle a camera?”
I remember reaching my
hands out to the side and starting to tickle you. You were laughing and asking
me to stop and I pressed myself against your side and started laughing with
you. I had completely forgotten about the camera at this point, until a
clicking sound brought it back into my memory.
You took a picture of
It was blurry and
messy. It seemed like our teeth, visible from our laughter, were the clearest
things in the picture. You could still make out our faces but they weren’t
really clear. It was like we looked kind of softer around the edges.
It was my favorite
picture from that night. The only thing that mattered in that moment was how
happy we were. I think that was the moment I knew I loved you. I always had a
feeling even when I first met you that you were going to matter to me but that
night when I was lying with you in our shared bed, laughing while you wore my
shirt I was so sure of the feelings I had for you. You have loved and supported
me even when (especially when) I didn’t deserve it. The only thing that has
changed is how much stronger by feelings have become.
I love you darling.
Now, I’m sure you have
tons of questions about what the hell is going on.
Yes, you certainly did.
Open the bedroom door.
When you opened the door you saw Tom standing there illuminated
“Hi. What is all this about? When did you even find the time
to do all of this?”
You hadn’t even realized that you were crying from the notes
he had written until he came over and started wiping your tears away.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Let me explain, okay?”
You nodded and let him continue.
“When I woke up this morning I realized that I needed to do
this. I’ve spent my life reading and talking about all the great literature of
Shakespeare and the classics. All of those stories are filled with great declarations
of love and romance but they also have an abundance of characters that let
moments pass them by and if I let this opportunity slip past me then I’m not
the man I thought I was or the man I want to be.”
Before you could even think about the meaning of his words
you saw him getting down on one knee and you could feel the tears forming in
your eyes again.
“You truly are my best friend. You’re my favorite person in
the room no matter where we go and I would love nothing more than to continue
to make memories with you for the rest of our lives like all of the ones that
you just relived out in the hallway. I love you and I know this to be true.
Will you please do me the honor of marrying me?”
The tears were falling at this point. You almost weren’t sure
if you could trust yourself to answer him.
“Y-Yes, of course I’ll marry you.”
You barely even waited for him to put the ring on your
finger before you engulfed him in a hug.
“You are the most incredible man I’ve ever met.”
“That’s only because I have you around to be my better half.”
“So… We’re officially going to be Mr. & Mrs. Hiddleston?”
“Yes, Sweetheart, I believe we are.”
“You’re right, that does have a really nice ring to it.”
There are quite some interviews and comments from Takahashi floating around, but sometimes one can’t find just the one looking for. Well here’s a masterpost! It’s not complete, I posted this anyways, ‘cause you could help me find other comments and interviews on tumblr. I don’t like to upload them myself, when they are already. So please if you found another Takahashi comment, point me to it? :>
A/N: someone asked for another Sebastian x reader but I lost it in my inbox but this one is for you babeee!!! xxxxxx
You watched from backstage as Sebastian sat talking to the interviewer about various projects he had been working on.
A grin stretched across your face as he mentioned you, talking about how much he adores you. “How long?” The interviewer asked, and you still hadn’t gotten use to the general public knowing about you.
“Oh gosh, nearly 2 years this April.” He smiled, his eyes brightening with every word. “Well let me know if it doesn’t work out, kay?” the interviewer joked, sending Sebastian a wink.
The audience laughed and you couldn’t help but feel a hole in the pit of your stomach as she said that. Of course, she was a comedian and you knew that it was irrational to think that it was anything more than a joke, but it still stung.
“I don’t think she’s going anywhere.” Sebastian said, chuckling under his breath. You crossed your arms, Sebastian’s dressing room suddenly seeming a lot smaller than it was a few moments ago.
The interview continued and you still thought about that one comment. One single comment, and you felt jealously course through your veins.
It ended and you watched as the cameras switched to a wide angel and the interviewer pressed a small kiss to Sebastian’s cheek.
“Jesus fucking christ.” You groaned, closing your eyes and sighing as the television went black.
Of course the interviewer was gorgeous, her long black hair and ivory skin filling you to the brim with envy. You rubbed your temples and attempted to ignore the headache coming on.
Sebastian was quick to rush into the room, high off of adrenaline and sweaty from the stage lights.
“Hello baby.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, which you welcomed but felt a bit of nausea accompany it. “Hi.” you cooed back, swallowing your pride and deciding to ignore your jealousy.
“What’d ya think?” He asked, sitting next to you. “Great, as usual babe.” You smiled, kissing his lips and standing up. “You gonna shower?”
He nodded, following his usual routine and undressing before hopping into the shower. You heard him humming softly as you looked into the mirror, picking apart your image for what seemed like that thousandth time, wondering if you were good enough.
You couldn’t understand why he was with you. He said he loved you, he stayed by you with everything and he was excited when he saw you. But, your brain wouldn’t let you believe it.
You never spoke about your insecurities in front of him because once you thought about saying it outloud, it all just sounded a bit silly.
Despite how silly it may seem, it still bothered you. A lot.
“Hey darlin’,” Sebastian poked his head out of the curtain, “why don’t you join me today?”
You met his eyes, swallowing back more nausea and lifting your shirt over your head. He smiled, watching you climb into the shower and holding your hand so you don’t fall.
He moved you underneath the water, the warmth enveloping your body as he looked down at you with a grin.
Your bottom lip trembled as you had a weak smile stretch across your face.
Concern washed over Sebastian’s face, his hair dripping as you felt a quiet sob fall from your lips.
Sometimes you just felt like you weren’t enough, and seeing Sebastian standing in front of you with so much admiration, you couldn’t help but feel like you didn’t deserve it.
He wrapped his arms around your shoulder, skin to skin contact nearly calming you but you still felt anxiety bubble up.
“What’s the matter?” He murmured, rubbing the lower half of your back soothingly.
A tear slipped down your face and quickly mixed in with the water that fell from the shower head. “I’m just- you could do so much better.” you whispered, your head on his chest.
“I did not just hear you say that.” Sebastian said, hugging you tightly between his arms. You loosely hung on him, your arms on his waist as you cried softly.
“You listen to me,” Sebastian pulled away and met eyes with you, watching as your tears mixed with the water from the shower head, “you are the most gorgeous person I have ever met. Ever. I love you more than anything and you know that.”
In his attempts to brighten your mood, you could only think about how easily he could act and say the words without actually meaning them. “B- but, you have girls lusting after you. You could have anyone you want in the world. Just- why me?”
Voicing your frustrations has never been easy.
“I only want you.”
“Damn it, Sebastian! Why? That interviewer was practically panting through out the whole thing yet you come back to this mess?” you gestured to your face, which now had mascara stricken cheeks and bloodshot eyes.
“You don’t seem to understand,” Sebastian whispered, wiping away your tears and holding your face between his hands, “I want you. Especially when you have runny make up or messy hair.”
He took your silence as an opportunity to speak more, “You are the love of my life.”
You scoffed, ending it in a laugh as you looked up at him, “Why?”
“Why not?” he pressed a kiss to your cheek, “because your laugh makes me smile. Your hair smells amazing, and you look great in my t-shirts. Hell, even my mom loves you.”
You smiled softly, “Is that it?”
“I could keep going, or I could do this.” He was quick to pick you up and press your back against the wall of the shower. You giggled, allowing him to capture your lips with his and run your hands through his hair.
His hands held your thighs and you felt the water run over both of your bodies. To say your insecurities had diminished completely would be an overstatement, but Sebastian certainly has a way with words that eased your anxiety slightly. It also helped that he had his hands on your body.
A knock sounded on the door which tore you out of your bliss.
“Sebastian, you’ve got to get to the Fallon studios soon!” Sebastian’s manager sounded, his voice gruff with annoyance. Sebastian poked his head out of the curtain and nodded, “Will be out in a second.”
You poked your head out from beneath him, a sly smile on your face as you watched his manager’s face go red, “Maybe two seconds.”
Without another glance, Sebastian pulled you back into the shower and pressed his lips hard against yours.
See these are two very nice photos of Tony from last night, where a nice little um, detail, has gone MIA. Now we’re on Tumblr and we can say all we please and have a good time being sarcastic or speculating as we please.
I promise you, if I see ONE single person being so damn STUPID as the last time this happened, and go to Tony’s twitter and MENTION HIM asking about this, or making a comment about this? I will ROAST that person publicly, complete with roasted potatoes.
Fair warning because apparently people are SO DAMN STUPID and RUDE as to not understand basic rules of decent behavior even toward a celebrity. YOU DO NOT ASK about missing rings, EVER, not even if you’re a journalist, LET ALONE if you’re a meaningless fan, someone he doesn’t know in the slightest. You do not COMMENT on missing rings, EVER, directly to a celebrity. You shut up with them and comment separately without EVER including them. Can’t believe I have to explain this and threaten public exposure, but it’s come to this point.
Meantime, I told you to observe certain things lately because everything happens for a reason. I made ONE single comment on that Eisen interview because there was no need for more.
In a July 2007 radio interview with local sports talk radio station KNBR, Mitchell disputed that he was out of uniform at the time, and stated that he never wore a cup, even when playing infield. When asked why he never wore a cup, Mitchell responded, “I couldn’t find one big enough for my junk.” The interviewer then commented that maybe the increased mobility helped Mitchell to make the famous 1989 barehanded catch of Ozzie Smith’s fly ball.
(( I have a job again! Just got back from my interview with Old Navy and was hired on the spot! I have orientation next Wednesday, and cause of getting my wisdom teeth out that Friday I prob won’t start until the week after.
Anyone wanna celebrate with me by playing some CAH? IC or not, I don’t care, let’s just be terrible people! ))
Jeez, thank you guys so much for 4,000 followers! X3 That’s really, really cool, and I still kinda can’t believe so many people like this nonsense-blog. Just having the chance to make people laugh or smile or feel a little bit happier for a moment, that means the freakin’ world to me. You all mean the freakin’ world to me. Thank you for being you, friends. You are loved, and you matter, and you are wonderful. <3 Thanks for letting me be part of your dash~
I know it’s just a preview and as always Danny is amazing with his non verbal feels but praise to Ryan because he is killing it. On a side note - I’m not one to comment on interviews I usually read and process privately but I just read an IM interview about Rebecca and how the audience should feel for her - okay his point of view. Did he have to say - something to the effect - can we forget that we all just love Aaron and want to squeeze him. Sir, AARON/DANNY is one if not the most loved character on Ed - That show has groomed that character and did a fantastic job. Danny brought him to life and has always raised the bar with his storylines - I wouldn’t negate the popularity of that character. Sorry about the rant - just rubbed me the wrong way. Anyway - go Ryan and people don’t forget to vote for Ryan - he deserves it.
Stefan Rose, actor turned businessman, made one more mistake that is starting to make his empire fall apart. Called a playboy and womanizer by the media, accused of being homophobic and racist, he needs a miracle to redeem himself, so a miracle he will create.
Aurora is his perfect twenty-year-old daughter, enjoying her life in New York until her father makes an unbelievable proposition to save their family’s power. To marry her to Ms. Moore, the CEO of a big company who also happen to be his high school sweetheart, so he can pretend to be happy and accepting of his daughter’s relationship to another woman.
What Aurora never expected, was for this Ms. Moore to be so charming. Or to be charmed by the older woman so quickly.
you're so sure zuko and katara were supposed to be together, why do you think aang ended up with her instead? what do you think the writers intended or originally intended for them?
This is another post I made that deals with this same topic. It has a lot of links to a lot of behind the scenes stuff with Bryke.
The simple answer for why Katara ended up with Aang is Bryke. They had a soft spot for Kataang, and they did not like what the other writers had planned for Zutara. Bryke seemed to have this very negative view of Zutara in general, as well as the fans. One of the comments in their interviews made a dig at Zutara by saying that people started shipping it because of the tree scene in The Waterbending Scroll where Katara was tied up. And they said that women who liked it would have doomed relationships. As a “joke” of course. Their personal bias definitely impacted the direction they chose to take the story.
The writers originally intended for Aang to let her go eventually. He was supposed to deal with his jealousy over his romantic feelings for Katara. That is why the story made such a big deal about his final chakra, and how he could not master the Avatar State because he chose attachment. He was supposed to learn what universal transcendent love is by opening his Crown Chakra. It is not possessive and clingy like attachment is. It is selfless and unconditional. But because Book 4 was cancelled, there was not enough time to give this subplot a satisfactory conclusion. So Bryke came up with him striking his back against the rock at the last minute, and Aang ended up with Katara.