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Let the Choice Tumblr Meetup begin!!

To participate, post your selca and self-intro, then tag it #choicetumblrmeetup and #a.c.e! Make sure to also check out the tags and like/reblog all your fellow Choices to spread the love 💕 (click here for more details)

I’ll start things off! Hi guys, I’m Lulu!! I’m 20 from Canada, and I’m abroad in Paris right now :)

I got into our lovely boys by accident when I randomly clicked on their Playing With Fire cover (bless) and I was so impressed that all 5 of them could sing amazingly. And then I watched their exo and bts dance covers and I was GONE, i HAD to stan this amazing group :’) My bias is p obviously seyoon from my url lol but i just love all of them so much, my sons <3

MESSAGE ME ANYTIME TO SCREAM & CRY ABOUT A.C.E THX 💕💕💕

edit: feel free to tag me in your meetup posts!!!! i would be SO honoured&happy if you do <3 

UPDATE: This event will continue for 24hrs until November 23, 3pm EST

PIKACHU SPEAKING ENGLISH (Minor Spoiler)

This was what I was talking about by saying Pikachu was speaking English. lmao the audience was exactly like my theater's reaction. BY FAR THE MONST WEIRDEST THING POKEMON HAS EVER DONE. like omg the fuck hell na so weird and awkward like naaa boy!

Video Credits: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d6YkGejS6IM

Edit: So I just came back from school and now see this has over 27K notes! WTF IM losing MY SHIT…i only gained around 20 followers tho XD. BUT STILL WTF!!! THANKYOU ALL SO MUCH. Also, some people were complaining that it was a spoiler but I didn’t see it as much but out of respect I have put a spoiler tag.

Adverbs aren’t evil; said isn’t dead
Please stop hitting the wall with your head

Active is grand but not always the best
Sometimes it’s passive that passes the test

Some write with style, others write plain
Let’s all agree that writing’s a pain

The ‘rules’ can be broken, twisted, or bent
All that matters is that you are content

Make your own story and write your own way
This has been a writer’s PSA

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Happy Pride Month! <3 Wanted to do something special for it with my kids!

anonymous asked:

Lol now I'm imagining the trio + Sombra as the muses and Hanzo as Megara singing "I Won't Say I'm In Love" from the Hercules movie. With McCree as the subject

Anon ive been absolutely dying to draw this ever since you sent it and now heRE IT IS

The first time Viktor and Yuuri fight, they’re up until 5 in the morning.

It started with nothing in particular, actually. Something that Viktor had forgot, which happened often, but this time, Yuuri didn’t feel well enough to let it slide.

So of course Yuuri didn’t tell Viktor he was upset. He was still working on opening up to him, after all. It had barely been a month since that day at the beach. Progress wasn’t instant.

Yuuri’s lack of admission turned into a strange tension, which led to Viktor trying to comfort Yuuri. Which was exactly what Yuuri had said didn’t help him, that day at the beach.

Yuuri snapped when Viktor tried to engulf him in a hug and bury his face in his neck, apology ready on his tongue. Without thinking, Yuuri shoved Viktor back, with enough force to make him stumble.

“What’s wrong with you?!” Viktor yelled, blinded with hurt and confusion. Viktor knew what defeat on the rink felt like, but it didn’t compared to the bitterness he felt in his throat in that moment.

Yuuri’s face crumpled into shame and frustration. He dropped to his knees and held his face in his hands.

Viktor didn’t know what to do. Should he try to hug him again? Wouldn’t that result in another shove? But he felt useless standing there, hands craving to hold Yuuri’s.

“Yuuri…” Viktor started, reaching out. Yuuri only shook his head and covered his eyes with his arm.

“Don’t, Viktor. Please.” And Yuuri ran to his room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Feeling lost and dazed, the only thing Viktor thought to do was to follow him.

“I said don’t!” Yuuri cried, hearing Viktor’s gentle knock on his bedroom door.

“Yuuri, I just want to help,” Viktor tried.

“I don’t need your help.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t give any.”

A pause.

“Viktor. I overreacted. It’s fine.”

Viktor had to stop himself from whining. “No, Yuuri, it’s not. I made you upset. Please, let me help you.”

Viktor didn’t expect what came next.

“I. Don’t. Need. Your. Help.” Yuuri’s voice was low, measured, desperate.

And suddenly Viktor came to his senses, remembering what Yuuri told him. He didn’t need anyone overstepping his boundaries.

Viktor backed away from the door slowly, making sure his footsteps were audible. “I’m not weak,” he heard Yuuri whisper from his room, and he knew he wasn’t meant to hear that.

Viktor returned to his room, hugging Makkachin close to his chest. “He’ll come out,” Viktor told the large dog. Makkachin thumped his tail and stuck out his tongue. “Eventually,” Viktor mumbled.

Yuuri did, almost three hours later. Viktor noticed his shadow through the thin screen of the door. Yuuri hadn’t knocked, and Viktor didn’t think he was even going to. He opened the door for him anyway.

Yuuri’s eyes were turned down, but he lifted his hand from his side. Viktor took it with a smile.

“I overreacted.”

“I made you feel weak.”

“That’s not your fault.”

“But I did. So I’m sorry,” Viktor said. “I should have known better.” He squeezed Yuuri’s hand. Yuuri squeezed back.

“I’m sorry too,” Yuuri said. And slowly, he let his arms wrap around Viktor’s body, allowing himself to sink into the solid warmth. Viktor welcomed him.

“You push pretty hard,” Viktor said.

Yuuri didn’t say anything, but Viktor swore his ears turned a bit red.

“I’m pretty sure you could lift me with that kind of strength,” Viktor continued.

Yuuri’s hand scrunched up the front of Viktor’s shirt.

“Just you wait, Nikiforov,” Yuuri chuckled into his shirt.