this is it. this is why they are perfect as partners

Things I’ll never get over

One thing I’ll never get over is

How infatuated 








I don’t know who my future partner is going to be but if they look at me everyday the way Victor look at Yuri, I know I made the right choice. 

the signs and why theyre undatable

aries: they think everything is a joke, yet somehow takes everything too damn serious anyway.

taurus: too chill, never chill enough. whatever they’re doing it’s too much of it. expects ppl to take care of them and has the attention span of a goldfish

gemini: everything is a personal attack, can’t lower their standards without feeling like theyre compromising themselves, thinks they’re too smart for their partner

cancer: perpetual crier, always wants to hash out a disagreement RIGHT. NOW. doesn’t know how to give people space to process their own feelings

leo: can’t stop talking about themselves, never considers their partners point of view, intentionally leaves ppl behind if they can’t keep up

virgo: obsessed with perfection, susceptible to criticism, will either be emotionally impenetrable or a mess of feelings

libra: can’t make a decision about a person to save their life, will make a list of pros and cons and never read it, head higher than the throne of god

scorpio: will be petty and play games for no reason, everything is disposable including people, emotes only for The Drama of it all

saggitarius: absent, unavailable, lets their phone battery run out and won’t charge it for 3 days, doesn’t know when the party is over, considers a good morning text to be clingy

capricorn: look up bougie in the dictionary, you’ll find a capricorn, needs constant reassurance but pretends that they don’t, thinks the world is against them

aquarius: demons

pisces: martyr fetishist who cant commit to any one person and carries emotional baggage from the last 6 relationships. lowkey evil when they sense the end of a relationship and makes everyone think it’s your fault

you: man, why aren’t there any out lgbt professional hockey players? wouldn’t that be so cool? also, watching nhl games on tv costs so much money! i can’t afford to buy an expensive cable plan, but i don’t want to watch games illegally… and gosh, the nhl really sucks in terms of racial diversity…. everyone is so white… i wish there was a way i could enjoy hockey without having to deal with all the problematic issues associated with the nhl…

me, an intellectual:

Now that I’ve used memes to get your attention….

1. The NWHL is super gay!!! The NWHL is partnered with You Can Play, Kourtney Kunichika has a fiancée, and Harrison Browne is the first transgender athlete to play in a professional American sports league! And that’s not even all of them!!

2. Every nwhl game is streamed online completely free! no costs!!! legally!!! the NWHL youtube channel live streams all the games!!

3. Blake Bolden and Kaliya Johnson are both African-American women playing in the NWHL. There are also several Asian-Americans (Kourtney Kunichika included) and the top draft pick from the 2016 draft was a woman of color named Kelsey Koelzer.

4. All the players just genuinely seem nice??? Like they’re supportive and kind with each other all the time! They have meals together! They’re good friends! They bake each other cookies and give them to each other in Bath and Body Works bags with handwritten notes!

tl;dr: the national women’s hockey league does not get enough attention from tumblr and frankly i think that needs to change

It was a surge of affection that hit Adrien when he found her standing in the rain. She glanced up and their eyes met, bringing Adrien’s butterflies fluttering up to his chest. There she was. It was almost comical how he never made the connection. Marinette, who was courageous and kind and talented, clever, beautiful and so so many other things.  Of course she’s Ladybug, it’s perfect!, Adrien thought as a grin broke out on his face.

 Adrien didn’t care much for the rain that pelted his face as he started to make his way towards her, trying to contain as much happiness as he could. Marinette stepped forward, mouth opening to form words. “Adrien, I’m sorr-”

In a second, he’d slipped his arm around her waist, picked her up and silenced her. He’d kissed her for a full beat before pulling away to look at her tear stained face. “You were my first friend, Mari, my first partner, my first love and I wouldn’t have it other way. So don’t be sorry because I’m sure as hell not.”

Marinette looked at the boy beneath her. His lips were curled into a grin that lit up his green eyes. Marinette felt herself smile as she pulled Adrien in for another kiss.

i think one of the most important things i’ve ever learned is this:

they could be the most perfect person in the world. they could be your soulmate and the match could be made in Heaven. the two of you together could be bliss and you could be the most compatible two souls to ever exist. they could have everything you could ever want in a partner, and more. you could see yourself with them for life. 

and yet still you may have to say goodbye. relationships will end, for better or for worse. you may search a million possibilities as to why you could not be together. but in the end, you’ll simply realize that no matter how good two people are together, you will not have forever if it was not meant to be. 

Timing is something that none of us can seem to get quite right with relationships. We meet the person of our dreams the month before they leave to go study abroad. We form an incredibly close friendship with an attractive person who is already taken. One relationship ends because our partner isn’t ready to get serious and another ends because they’re getting serious too soon.

“It would be perfect,” We moan to our friends, “If only this were five years from now/eight years sooner/some indistinct time in the future where all our problems would take care of themselves.” Timing seems to be the invariable third party in all of our relationships. And yet we never stop to consider why we let timing play such a drastic role in our lives.

Timing is a bitch, yes. But it’s only a bitch if we let it be. Here’s a simple truth that I think we all need to face up to: the people we meet at the wrong time are actually just the wrong people.

You never meet the right people at the wrong time because the right people are timeless. The right people make you want to throw away the plans you originally had for one and follow them into the hazy, unknown future without a glance backwards. The right people don’t make you hmm and haw about whether or not you want to be with them; you just know. You know that any adventure you had originally planned out for your future isn’t going to be half as incredible as the adventures you could have by their side. That no matter what you thought you wanted before, this is better. Everything is better since they came along.

When you are with the right person, time falls away. You don’t worry about fitting them into your complicated schedule, because they become a part of that schedule. They become the backbone of it. Your happiness becomes your priority and so long as they are contributing to it, you can work around the rest.

The right people don’t stand in the way of the things you once wanted and make you choose them over them. The right people encourage you: To try harder, dream bigger, do better. They bring out the most incredible parts of yourself and make you want to fight harder than ever before. The right people don’t impose limits on your time or your dreams or your abilities. They want to tackle those mountains with you, and they don’t care how much time it takes. With the right person, you have all of the time in the world.

The truth is, when we pass someone up because the timing is wrong, what we are really saying is that we don’t care to spend our time on that person. There will never be a magical time when everything falls into place and fixes all our broken relationships. But there may someday be a person who makes the issue of timing irrelevant.

Because when someone is right for us, we make the time to let them into our lives. And that kind of timing is always right.

—  Heidi Priebe | The Truth About Meeting Someone At The Wrong Time
The Other Woman

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2508

Everybody knows the timeless, clichéd love story of two best friends who promised to stay best friends for the rest of their lives. But when one friend develops feelings for the other, of course the other is already in a relationship and the friend is forced to watch and endure the other love and cherish someone that isn’t them.

Usually, the other’s partner seems jealous and arrogant to the friend, leading them to wonder why the other chose them in the first place. But destiny is kind and rewarding, and soon the other realises his love for the friend, ultimately leaving his jealous, arrogant partner behind. The two best friends become lovers and live happily ever after. Sounds perfect, right? But it’s not. Everyone always overlooks the one person who suffers the most.

The day you met Minah, you knew your relationship with Jongdae would inevitably turn into this same clichéd love story. Unfortunately, you were on the losing end of the bargain.

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Why a Veterinarian isn’t necessarily the best choice for a romance hero/heroine

There is an entire clade of people who think scoring a veterinarian would be their perfect partner. They see a human who is a professional, highly educated and intelligent, compassionate and will automatically love their pets. A surprising amount of people also (wrongly) assume that we are paid like human doctors but endure less stress because our patients are ‘cuter’.

What you don’t see is the soul-sucking realities of working in veterinary medicine that make our lives fundamentally unsuitable for casting in a fluffy romance.

We are usually broke. Veterinary medicine pays extremely poorly for the amount of work and stress you have to endure. Some lucky vets that graduated in the good old days when uni was free or who have branches out to make franchises will be doing well, and if you want to write a romance about a 70yo (who is still working full time, mind you), then go ahead, but for a 20-something or a 30-something, that cash didn’t come from working as a veterinarian.

We work a lot. Days. Nights. Weekends. Our job forces us to keep unsociable hours because unless you specialize in dermatology and only see derm patients, you can’t control when your patients will get sick. We miss group social occasions all the time due to work commitments, and sometimes despite our plans for time off get called in anyway.

Exotic or remote locations make this worse. Your hero or heroine runs their own practice in an isolated, picturesque mountain town, or has the only clinic on a tropical island? What a lovely setting, for a non-vet. The unfortunate veterinary reality is that if you’re on your own (sole charge) and isolated is that you will never stop working. Normal hours. After hours. Emergencies. House calls. Farm visits. Checking hospital patients. If a dog gets bitten by a snake on the mountain and you are the only vet, you will be doing the two hourly checks until it’s better or dead, however many days that takes. Plus everything else at the same time.  If you’re on a tropical island and some dog eats a puffer fish, you’re trying to keep it going on a ventilator until it’s also better or dead, and you can’t afford to leave that unattended.

We will come to the date, or home, smelling like a barn. Or vomit. Or wearing the distinct aroma of anal gland secretions. Or the lingering musk of death. Sometimes it’s simply a matter of we show up like this or not at all. Sometimes we’re so desensitized and exhausted that we simply don’t notice.

Our mental health sucks, and you probably wont understand. Our suicide rate is the highest of any profession, and it’s not because we perform euthanasia. In short it’s a particular combination of duty, dedication, exhaustion, compassion fatigue, flight arrest, compounding anxiety and the general public’s expectations of us and our lives that don’t match our reality.

We often become reclusive. There’s nothing worse than trying to relax, or even accomplish something simple like buying groceries or going to your own doctor appointment, and having a client recognize you. They often start quizzing you about their pet (who isn’t even there!) and wont take “You need to bring them in to the clinic” for an answer. We often avoid shopping centers close to our workplaces for that reason, and rarely accept social media friend requests from clients on facebook. If we can’t avoid work, we can’t unwind.

We put on a brave face. We often go straight from a tearful euthanasia in one room to a happy puppy or kitten vaccination in the next, and we put forward the appropriate emotional response. We will smile and coddle the new pet, even if we’re still feeling sad about the old one. We’re very good at it, so you probably don’t recognize what we’re feeling. 

Our dinner conversation topics are… graphic. My unintentional favorite thing to discuss around the dinner table these holidays has turned out to be the various interesting things dogs have eaten and how we’ve removed them. I could go on and on… but my gentler friends remind me not to talk about the entire turkey carcass we removed from a 13kg dog’s stomach while we are eating turkey

Out patients can maim, scar or kill us. Animal owners are bad enough, but many of our patients are dangerous. I always have scratches or scars on my hands and arms, and usually have bruises on my legs. Some weeks it seriously looks like I’ve been beat up on a regular basis, but it’s just patients.

Work is usually busy. You can’t reasonably expect us to be available to talk to us any time you just ‘pop in’. We have surgeries going on, other patients to see, specialists to call, wildlife to treat, etc. Nor is it reasonable to assume we can always drop everything at work and just leave to go somewhere.

We are complex, educated, hard working individuals in a demanding and emotionally draining job. The darkness in our profession rarely penetrates the public perception of veterinarians, but it’s a large part of existence for us.

You don’t see the Bondi Vet at his lowest points, but don’t believe for a moment they’ve never been there.

I Think They Took That Well Part 2- Damian Wayne X Reader

Thank you @diana-swan for requesting part 2!! 

You were born into the League of Assassins unlike many of its members.  Your mother and father were Ra’s al Ghul’s most trusted assassins.  They succeeded in all of the missions and assassinations they were assigned and obeyed every order they were given.  That’s why they were chosen to be the participants in his plan.  Ra’s decided he needed an heir, but who would protect and guide him?  The answer was simple: To make the perfect soldier and lover to his heir.  

You and Damian were separated until your training started.  Since he was an al Ghul and you were his betrothed, the training would be hard and merciless.  His mother would supervise most of your training so you would be the perfect partner Damian needed. You and Damian spent most of your time together in training and out.  Whenever he was struck down during training you wouldn’t stop until the opponent was on their knees.  He did the same for you.  Your mother and father would also train you, but that ended when they were killed in the attack that killed Ra’s al Ghul along with the strength of the League.  

“I’m sending Damian to his father.  I want you to watch over him, but do not be seen until I give the order,” explained Talia.

“I will wait for your orders,” you said, “and I will not fail you or Damian.”

“I know you will protect my Amir, (Y/N).  Once he returns you will no longer be my little Amir or Amira.  You both will be warriors and rulers.”

You nodded and waited to be dismissed, but she was holding some information and you knew that it was important.

“If anything happens to the plan, make sure you and Damian stay together.”

That was months before the night you fought the Joker. Now you were apart of a new family.   Damian had become more like his father and stopped killing.  He did become better at fighting, but his attitude barely changed.  Until you came into the picture.  When you followed Damian into Wayne Manor the first thing he did was pull you into a bone crushing hug.

“I missed you so much, Amira.”

You hugged back and said, “I missed you too, Amir.”

You heard someone clear their throat and took a defensive stance.  An older man was walking towards you with a tray of food and water.

“Master Bruce has informed me of our new resident.  It is very nice to meet you, Miss (Y/N).  My name is Alfred Pennyworth.”

You shook his hand and took an apple from the tray, “It’s nice to meet you too, Pennyworth.  There is no need for introductions.  His mother assigned me to watch over him ever since he became Robin and I’m well aware of who lives here.”

“Glad to see that Master Damian does have an angel watching over him,” Alfred said and walked off.

You looked over to Damian who had a confused expression on his face, “You have been here all this time and now you reveal yourself.  Why?”

“I couldn’t go against your mother’s orders, Damian.  I was assigned to watch over you and wait for her to allow me to show myself.  I cannot tell you what she has planned, but she does want us together.  You and I know about your grandfather’s plan.”

He sighed and rubbed his shoulders.  You frowned and pulled him to sit on the ground.  You started to massage his shoulder and try to make a conversation.

“You have never been this tense.  Has your father been treating you well?” you questioned.

“He has been adequate, but this was not home until you came here.  What were you doing during these seven months?”

“I have been watching over you, but I have also been taking care of some of the criminals.  I knew that I would be frowned upon if I took their lives, so I just left them in the hands of the police.  I may have ran into your brothers, but I left before they could get on my trail.  The Red Hood was especially hard to get rid of.”

“I do have to warn you about my brothers.  Grayson is tolerable but Drake and Todd are not.  If father does inform them about the arranged marriage we will never be safe from their treachery,” Damian stated.

“And what if he has told us?”  A male voice asked.

You stopped massaging Damian’s shoulders and once again took a defensive stance.  Three men stood at the door smirking at the two of you.  You relaxed and lowered your fists when you recognized Damian’s brothers.

Jason spoke up, “How come we have never heard about you (Y/N)?  The little Demon held a lot a information for his bride-to-be.”

Snickers could be heard from the boys as Damian’s face turned slightly red.  You glared at his brothers before throwing a star in between each of their heads.

“Just so you know: I never miss.”

You dragged Damian out of the living room and left his brothers, who were still trying to comprehend what happened.  


“What’s on your mind?” Damian asked.

“Just thinking about the night I came home with you and made a wonderful first impression to your brothers.”

He laughed and punched the criminal in the face, “They wouldn’t make eye contact with you for days.  Good times.”

You knocked out another crook with the butt of his gun and unloaded it, “I was a pretty intimidating ten year old.”

“And now you’re a very frightening eighteen year old,” Damian stated.

“Maybe to the criminals and your brothers but never to you.”

“I know.”

You looked around at the unconscious bodies of the criminals and found what you were looking for.  You grabbed the case and grappled to the top of a building.  You contacted Batman and told him that the case was in your possession.  He later sent the Bat Wing to pick it up and deliver it to the Bat Cave.

“(Y/N).  I have a question.”

“What is it?” you asked.

“Are we together only because of my grandfather’s plot?”

You walked up to him and pulled him into a hug, “No.  I love you and you love me.  Yes, we were brought together because of that, but we stayed together because we care for each other.  We have always been there for each other and we will for the rest of our lives.”

He returned the hug and said, “I’m glad you said that.  I guess this ring won’t go to waste.”

He broke the hug and pulled your left glove off.  He slid the diamond ring down your finger and kissed you passionately.

“WOO!! Get some, Damian!!!”

You broke the kiss and saw Nightwing, Red Robin, Red Hood and even Batman at the other end of the building.  

“I think they took that well,” Damian said.

You pulled him in for another kiss and said, “Agreed.”

Anakin Skywalker - The Morning After

Requested:  Yes. ( Can you do the Reader super flustered and nervous the morning after their first time with Anakin? And him being all proud and caring of his sore partner and fluffy fluff )

Prompt: The morning after the reader’s first time with Anakin, she gets all flustered and Anakin teases her, finding her really cute.

A/N: This was so odd yet cute to write haha. I hope you like it and that it’s fluffy enough! <3 It’s also quite shorter than my others, I hope that’s alright!

You woke up feeling sore, yet oddly content. At first, in your sleepy haze, you couldn’t quite remember why you would feel this way but then it hit you. Last night had been your first time with Anakin. It was everything you could’ve imagined, and he treated you with so much respect and admiration. It was perfect. You smiled at the memory as you cuddled into the side of your lover that was still fast asleep- or so you thought.

“Good morning, love.” Anakin mumbled, his morning voice sounding raspy in your ear as he wrapped his arms tighter around you. 

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?” You asked, your head resting on his chest with your hand next to it, drawing gentle patterns on his skin

“I did.” He said, looking down at you and smiling. “Last night was…amazing. You were amazing.” 

You buried your face into his chest so he couldn’t see you, feeling your cheeks heat up. You were naturally a shy person, and you had already come out of your shell around Anakin a long time ago but after last night, you were starting to become all flustered which hasn’t happened around him in a long time.

He chuckled softly when you hid your face from him, knowing quite well that you were blushing. He pulled you even closer to him and tilted your head up so that your faces were so close, your noses were almost touching. “You don’t have to be embarrassed.” He laughed, moving a few strands of your still tangled hair from your face. “You really were amazing.”

You rolled your eyes, your cheeks were still burning but you couldn’t stop the smile forming on your face. “I’m not embarrassed…” You said, leaning in to quickly peck his nose. “But you were pretty amazing too.” You said quietly, staying back and just admiring him for a moment, as he was for you, before moving to sit up with one of the sheets wrapped around you, slightly wincing as you did so.

Your wince was very subtle, but Anakin still caught it and you heard him quietly chuckle from behind you as you sat on the end of the bed. “Are you sore, love?” He asked. His tone was soft but you could just tell he was grinning, proud of what he was able to do to you.

You turned around slightly to hit his chest. “It’s your fault. Don’t make fun of me.” You tried to pout but you just couldn’t help the smile that kept coming back to your lips. 

He laughed, grabbing your arm as you went to hit him again and pulled you onto your back again, him moving to hover over top of you. “I’m not making fun of you. You’re just really cute.” He said, placing a kiss to your nose like you had to him earlier before trailing his lips down to yours, kissing you passionately. You could practically feel the love he had for you radiating from him. You were each other’s everything, and in that perfect moment, you knew that you and Anakin were definitely meant to be together for the rest of your lives.

So many sides to Karamel, tho...

Here we have two…

…Adorable dorks being cute af every chance they get.

…Puppy-eyed frenemies seeing things differently.

Allies working together for a common goal.

…Drunk buddies having fun at the bar.

…Lonely friends with a shared past.

…Training partners fighting for the city.

…Planet-wise neighbors.

…Planet-wise rivals.

…Alien refugees.

And I could go on all night.

Not everybody wants to fuck a hero,” Draco says, because it’s the only thing that’s cruel enough to mask the thoughts flooding his mind. He doesn’t want Harry to know what goes through his mind whenever there’s a whoosh of the Floo or whenever Harry stays late enough to fall asleep on the sofa. He doesn’t want Harry to know how much that one stupid dance was possibly the most perfect moment of his miserable existence. “I don’t have relationships, Potter. You must have noticed. I don’t want a partner – real or make believe. Love fucks everything up.”

Harry flinches and he tugs on his coat. “You’re wrong. You’re so wrong it makes me insane.” He pauses before he leaves, standing too close for comfort. “Why do you think you’ve never shagged me, Malfoy? Why can we fuck anyone else but never each other?”

“Because I don’t find you remotely attractive,” Draco responds smoothly. He’s lying through his teeth but it’s something he’s become increasingly good at doing.

Harry snorts. “Yeah, that’s why.
—  Pride by Writcraft

I think TERFs hate trans women because they’re afraid of being “tricked” into being attracted to “males”, and so they hate trans women on the basis that they might “taint” their perfect lesbian no-dirty-men purity or some shit.

That’s why they talk about how trans women should disclose that they’re trans 100% immediately, even if it makes no practical difference at all on the relationship or sex. I mean even when trans women are pre-op they shouldn’t have to disclose it 100% immediately as soon as they meet any lesbian ever? I get it, it’s a reason you wouldn’t want to fuck someone else, but so are things like if that person is on their period or is pregnant or has an STI or has another partner or is into something weird or whatever. Like all those things may affect your choice to have sex with someone, but you aren’t required to tell everyone up front, you tell them when its relevant (aka when youre about to fuck??) so why should you with genitalia?

Cause the pure cis lesbians are afraid of being attracted to anyone who is even remotely connected to maleness, that’s why, it’s the same with transphobic straight guys, it’s often the same in reverse with cis gay guys and straight girls. It’s why straight men always talk about trans women having “tricked” them. they even invented a gross word for them that mirrors this idea: traps. Cis men call trans women “traps” because they think trans women are tricking them into fucking them, tricking them into their “trap”. They’re embarrassed that they could be attracted to anyone who has or used to have a dick, so they blame the woman for it. Terfs do the same thing, they just somehow think it’s more ideologically pure than straight cis men.

Here’s the truth: no one fucking cares who you are or aren’t attracted to and your sexuality doesn’t have to be “pure” and “untainted” to be your sexuality. also trans women are not men and never will be. fuck you

anonymous asked:

How would McCree, Hanzo, and Genji react to their S/O being a really good dancer, but their S/O is kinda shy about it and the guys don't know until they accidentally walk in on them practicing?


Walks in on them doing a pirouette, toes on perfect point. Their body moved in time to the classical music playing from their phone, and at first, McCree didn’t say a word. He just leaned on the door frame and let out a low whistle. He had no idea his s/o could move so beautifully. But his partner heard him and tensed up, their dancing coming to an abrupt halt.

“Aw, why’d ya stop?” Jesse smiled, “I was enjoyin’ the view,”

“J-Jesse!” they squeaked as a blush filled their cheeks.


“How long h-have you been standing there?!”

“Not long, but long enough to see that fancy footwork,” he chuckled.

His s/o quickly stopped the music and approached him, refusing to meet his eyes.

“W-well fine,” they stammered, “Just…if you’re going to watch, warn me next time,”

“Why? Can your man not watch you dance whenever he wants,” he smirked.

“No, he cannot,” they answered stubbornly, “I’m really…shy about this kind of stuff, and although I get nervous when people watch me dance, I’m even more freaked out when I learn someone’s been watching me without me knowing!”

McCree’s brow creased as he stroked their head lovingly, feeling a little bad for spooking them now.

“Aw, alright,” he sighed, “I’m sorry, hon. I’ll give ya a heads-up next time,”

“More than just a whistle?” they asked shrewdly.

“Ya, ok, ok,” he shrugged, “Now can I see you dance a little more. Do a few more spins for me?”

Their blush returned as they held their phone to their chest bashfully. Standing on point again, they muttered, “Ok…for you…”


When he first found out about his partner’s secret dancing talents, he didn’t interrupt them. They were alone when they were practicing, and it seemed like they had gone out of their way to remove all distractions. He didn’t want to be the one to butt in and ruin their concentration, so he would watch for a few moments, then continue on his way. But one evening, he brought it up at dinner, hoping to finally learn more about it.

“I saw you practicing your dance again, today,” he said casually.

His partner nearly did a spit take! They stared up at him in horror and he just looked at them worriedly.

“You what?” they hissed.

“I…saw you dancing,” he said carefully, “You often practice early in the mornings, don’t you?”

“You know when?!” they squealed.

“Um…Yes?” he shrugged.

“Hanzo, how long have you been watching me dance?!” they gasped.

“I-I don’t know,” he stuttered, “A few weeks now,”

“W-w-weeks?! So when I screwed up that jump, you saw?! When I hit my funny bone, you saw?! You saw all of it?!”

“Well I don’t stay for very long,” he tried to say, “I do not want to disturb you, so I–”

“I’m very conservative about my dancing!” they lectured him, leaning in on the table, “I don’t really like to show off, and I especially don’t like people watching it in secret! Practices should be for the dancer only! If people watch, they’ll see me mess up and make a fool of myself!”

Hanzo sat there and absorbed his s/o’s preaching. He didn’t know much about dance, so he believed his s/o on the matter. Now he just felt sorry for not telling them in the first place.

“I apologize,” he bowed his head slightly, “I did not realize you meant to be isolated during your practice. But…although I did see you stumble a few times in your steps…I also saw how beautiful and amazing you looked. You can choose to hide your talent, love, and I am content with that. But just know that it brought be great joy to see you dance. However, I promise never to watch you again.”

His promise was so grave, and heartfelt sounding, that now his s/o felt bad for scolding him! He did seem kind of bummed about the whole ordeal, and Hanzo was their boyfriend after all, couldn’t they trust him not to laugh or make fun of their mistakes?

“Ooooh…” they grimaced, “Alright, fine. You can watch me dance if you want. But only if you let me know you’re watching, a-and only every other day! Don’t watch me religiously every morning; that’d be weird.”

Hanzo slowly glanced up at them and smiled, “Thank you, love.”


Watching as his s/o finished their routine with a dramatic pose, Genji gave a light applause from the doorway. His partner gasped and whirled around.

“I am sorry,” he said, “I did not mean to startle you,”

“N-no…not really,” they mumbled nervously, “Just wasn’t expecting to see you there is all. Did you…see the whole thing?”

“From the start of the song to the end,” he nodded.

“Oh,” was all they said, dropping their head bashfully.

“What is wrong?” he asked them, slowly approaching, “It was beautiful,”

“Yeah, yeah, of course it was,” they suddenly shied away, crossing their arms defensively.

Genji had never seen his significant other take such a posture around him before. It was like they saw him as a stranger.

“Except for the sloppy turns and bad execution…stupid out of beat steps…can’t hit the faster parts…” they muttered under their breath, most of it inaudible to Genji.

“[Name],” he tried to walk towards them again, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t like people watching me dance is all,” they said quickly and curtly, turning away from him.

“But why not? I never even knew you could, and it’s amazing,” he smiled from behind his visor.

“It’s not that, ugh,” they scoffed, “It’s that I suck,”

“Suck?” he echoed, “That was the most graceful dance I have ever seen, my love. It does not suck,”

“Yes it does!” they insisted sharply, now looking at him head on, “I still need to improve, and I’m nowhere near ready to show anyone my skills!”

Now Genji was the one backing away, feeling bad for lingering on such a touchy subject.

“How can you say that?” he breathed.

His partner stared down at their ballet slippers, watching their toes flex and unflex, “I went to a very prestigious dance school, and my mother was very strict on having only the best form. But I could never keep up with the rest of the class. My teachers always said I had a lot to learn before I was ready to perform in front of anyone…”

Looking up at him with a hurt expression, they whispered, “…Genji, they said to never dance in front of anyone because I was bad. That’s basically what they said,”

He was silent for a few moments, taking in the past they had just laid out before him. When he was ready to speak, he took off his visor and carefully approached them. This time, they let him come near and wrap his arms around them.

“I do not know what it was like in that school, but I think you’re dancing is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen,” he whispered in their ear, “Even if you dance for nobody every in your life…at least dance for me?”

(Shit, Genji’s got deep…)

Victuuri Prompts [1]


  1. Despite appearances Victor is really unapproachable…which is why it comes as such a shock to this fans/the media that he’s so tactile with one Katsuki Yuuri.
  2. Yuuri desperately wants to be a medal-winning skater. So what does he do? Why, he summons a demon to help him out, of course! (To be fair, he hadn’t actually thought the ritual would work…)
  3. After several successful years as a figure skater, Victor decides to enter the world of pair skating. Luckily Katsuki Yuuri’s “Stay Close to Me” video goes viral shortly after he makes the decision, cutting down on the time it would’ve taken him to find the perfect partner.
  4. Yuuri gets a head injury after the Grand Prix Final. When he wakes up he thinks it’s December 2012 and he’s just suffered a tremendous loss at the Japanese Nationals. He has absolutely no memory of the past two years…and more importantly, why Victor Nikiforov, his idol, would be sitting beside his hospital bed. 
  5. Yuuri has a prodigal twin brother/sister that, as far as he’s concerned, he will never measure up to.
  6. Yuuri and Victor meet and fall in love over social media. The world watches. 
  7. Victor is a god on the ice, but off of it? He’s barely-functioning disaster in human form and it’s honestly a miracle he’s managed to live this long.
  8. After the GPF, Yuuri meets Victor’s family. He’s not impressed. 
  9. Public knowledge: Yuuri and Victor are rivals. Not-So Public Knowledge: They’re exes, too.
  10. Yuuri makes a wish on a shooting star that he could be just like Victor Nikiforov. The next morning he wakes up in Victor’s body. Let him state for the record that this was not what he had meant.
  11. To strengthen his core, Victor decides to take pole dancing classes (Chris swears by it). His instructor is an unassuming man named Katsuki Yuuri.
  12. Yuuri has a secret admirer. 
  13. Everyone who meets Yuuri falls a little bit in love with him. Victor is absolutely not jealous. 
  14. Victor gains something he’d always told himself he didn’t need–a family. 
  15. They have sex after the banquet, but when Yuuri wakes up the next morning, Victor is gone. Four weeks later he’s sinking to the floor in horror, his eyes frozen on a pink plastic tube. It’s positive. Or, the A/B/O fic where Yuuri gets knocked up by Victor during a one-night stand. The same Victor who he’s idolized since he was a child. The same Victor who’s known for being a flighty, commitment-fearing playboy who never sleeps with the same person twice. 

So my theory is that Nishijima and Himekawa were both members of the Original DigiDestinted group brought in to defeat Apocalymon. Here is how this makes perfect sense to me: 

  • The Original DigiDestined were summoned to help defeat the Dark Masters and, subsequently, Apocalymon, who created them. 
  • There were 5 silhouetted children in the Original group, and there are 5 children in the Tri flashback. Two of which are confirmed Nishijima and Himekawa.
  • There has always been this great rivalry between the Sovereign Digimon and the Dark Masters. Since four of those partner digimon became the Sovereign Digimon/Harmonious Ones, it would be the perfect reason for the Dark Masters to harbor an eternal grudge to later seal them away.

Additionally, this makes a lot of narrative sense for moving forward with the remaining two movies and explains why there is a whole government agency specifically tailored towards Digimon. Two DigiDestined would have a lot of pull in a group such as that. 

Unaddressed rarepair: Narita and Suga. It’s canon that these two work together often and Narita is referred to as ‘Suga’s partner’. 

But imagine these two comforting each other through tough times–when Narita can’t take Old Coach Ukai’s training anymore,  when Suga becomes the backup setter–with soft kisses and promises to always be there for each other even if they’re not on the court or the club together. 

At the same time they’d also be incredibly sweet, buying each other little snacks that they know the other likes and cuddling on the bench between practice matches. Both of them are good at taking care of other people but they also need someone to take care of them or else they’ll burn out. Which is why they take care of each other. Narita forces Suga to take study breaks. Suga drags Narita out to the arcade for him to live a little. 

Karasuno’s reaction is essentially, “cute but please don’t during matches”. At least, until they realize it makes other teams uncomfortable. Then Suga starts to kiss Narita on purpose just to fluster the other teams because it’s just too much sweetness to handle. Karasuno decides to develop immunity instead. 

When their relationship goes long-distance, they make a point to call every three to four days. Any longer than that and one of them sends a reminder/worried text and then they talk for hours to make up for lost time. They both want this to work so they put in the time, sacrifice some sleep and maybe the occasional assignment because they promised they would always be there for each other. 

And when they finally get jobs in the same city they immediately rent an apartment together and adopt a dog. Kuroo hisses at it every time he and Ennoshita visit but other than that, it’s domestic bliss. They’re not rich but they’re comfortable with what they have and more than content to have each other.

When Suga pulls out a pair of wedding bands, they both start crying. Because it’s been a long road–they’ve both felt that the cost was too high to try and keep their relationship alive after all these years but they made it. They’ve worked on it for over a decade and it’s going to be permanent now. 

Just…please consider Narita and Suga being in a relationship built on tough times, affection, promises and a whole lot of faith. 

hey you! do you know you should be really proud of yourself!! why? because you made your blog, that you are capable of loving a character so damn much you’re willing to spend most of your day developing them and making other people see how perfect they are. the fact that you stress over giving you’re partner’s perfection whether its with your replies or even picking out a sentence for a meme, we all know that can be stressful.
what we do, as roleplayers, is so damn beautiful and we don’t give ourselves enough credit. so be proud of yourself ; be proud of you’re writing, be proud of your partners!
in how ever many years when most of us have probably deleted our blogs because life has caught up and we think back to our time on tumblr, don’t you dare think i wish i had done more, tried harder. YOU DO ENOUGH. YOU ARE ENOUGH. tell yourself that, write it on a piece of paper and keep it in a jar, make a post about it, scream it. take a deep breath and keep moving forward – your story is still being written, my friend, make it an awesome one!


Imagine. Jerome claiming you as soon as you walk through the doors at the Arkham asylum. 

Everybody turned to see you, the first girl who had walked in those doors in months. The red haired psycho eyed you and knew from this short view that you were his perfect partner in crime. Five minutes later you were already being dragged down to one of the isolation cells for fighting with one of the other girls when you “stole” her spot, which you didn’t give a shit about. The girl you hit was dead shortly after, no one knew why, she just died. 

Dear Future Wife...#666

I finally understand why people say “partner” when referring to their person. Sure, people also say “husband” or “wife” or whatever people say…but I used to think “partner” was cheesy. But now it makes perfect sense. I never thought I’d want all the things I want now.

Sure, I still want adventure. But I can stand in line with you and still have a grand ole time. I can make boring plans with our families. I can wash dishes with you and fold laundry. I want to talk about mortgages and appliances with you. I can debate toilet paper choices with you and grocery lists and who has to let the dog out.

I want it all with you. I want every single tiny stupid detail with you. You’re my partner, in crime and in life.