this isn't too bad i think

You guys wanted Kubo’s thoughts on Love on Ice? Here they are.

“I think that the foreign drama called “Love on Ice” is a completely different work from Yuri on Ice, and it seems interesting to me so I’m looking forward to it! Whether it is a movie or a TV drama, creating more stories centered around figure skating is important and I really want to support that effort!”

While we were busy freaking out over it, this pleasant lady says that she‘s simply glad to see more stories featuring figure skating. I think that attitude is admirable.

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Sometimes I just have this overwhelming feeling of hatred for the human race. This is how I know it is time to hermit.

“It takes me all the way
I want you to stay.”

Because mood


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Drunk Kaylor and shiny abs

A/N: this is my first fic, so hopefully it isn’t too bad! Let me know what you think and feel free to send me any Kaylor requests! I have a few ideas, but I’d love some input. This is drunk Kaylor shenanigans at a party, slightly nsfw.

Hurried knocking on the bathroom door interrupted their kiss before it had barely begun, and Taylor could hear someone outside the room yelling at them to open the door. She jumped back just as the door flew open, and Ed practically knocked them over as he dragged a very drunk girl, missing her shoes, behind him.

“Um, Ed?” Taylor looked more than annoyed as she spoke. “Where are her shoes?”

“Lost on the porch.” He responded gruffly as he hauled the girl up and over the toilet. “Almost lost her lunch, too.”

Taylor and Karlie both cringed as the girl began to retch.

“Well I guess it’s not really a party until someone hurls on the porch,” Karlie joked, causing Ed to chuckle, but Taylor wasn’t able to laugh, currently distracted by a smooth hand that was sneaking up under the back of her top, tracing circles as it made its way up to the strings of her bra. All Taylor could do was shudder, and before Karlie could excuse them from the bathroom the musician grabbed her hand and yanked them into the closest bedroom.

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welp, that whole memeufacturing debacle was… yikes

i’d been getting bad vibes from them for a while (i think it was around the point where i unfollowed and they tried to guilt-trip me into refollowing), but finding out that it was this extreme was upsetting, to say the least

either way, i’ll refrain from posting about it too much because i know a fair few of the people affected follow me and i don’t wanna reopen any wounds

  • fanfic writer: *writing* Oh wow, they are going to love this. This is by far my best work!
  • fic: *witty lines* *perfect love making* *fluffy enough to kill us all* *a dash of angst, a smidgen of hurt/comfort*
  • fanfic writer: Oh man. This is it. This will be my legacy! *sweats into fic* *bleeds into fic* *cries into fic* *spends days perfecting the grammar and verbage and sex scenes* *has 15 betas look over it*
  • fanfic writer: Okay. It is finally time to release my baby on the world. Here you go fandom. You're welcome.
  • fandom: Ha, cute. *like* *kudos*
  • fanfic writer: :/
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  • same fanfic writer: *writing* Whatever. This is shit, I don't even care right now. A singing squirrel? Sure, let's do it. Haha, cheesy lines that make no sense, sure. Grammatical errors out the wazoo? Why not. No one's going to read this piece of crap anyway, I literally wrote it on a scrap of 1 ply toilet paper with a broken yellow crayon.
  • fanfic writer: LOL *post*
  • fanfic writer: *sigh*

Are my friends and I already planning out all the stuff for a con in July? Yes, yes we are. 

ask-aph-reykjavik  asked:

Which one of the Nordics would kiss me or how would they kiss me? (Admin: This is for Reykjavik btw)

The ones who would: 

Sweden is the one to just randomly give forehead or even on the top of the head kisses if they’re very close to him. He really does love his family and it would probably shock the fuck out of poor little Reykjavik. 

Denmark: O hell yea he thinks Reykjavik is absolutely adorable!! It reminds him of when Ice was younger. But, he’d smother him with a hug first. 

Finland!! I swear fin is like the parent™  of the group and is always giving out hugs or a kiss to someone very close to him. 

The ones who wouldn’t:

Iceland is just way too embarrassed and thinks the nordorks should stop giving him all of this affection. So, he would try to treat Reykjavik as if he was much older. 

Norway is pretty shy too man. Internally he’s kinda freaking out about if the others would find out, so he just hugs him. 

-admin sheila

Simple As This

Look at me. Posting something that I’ve written.

Fic is a prompt from @lililibat here x

Link to fanfiction here x


“Tried absolution of the mind and soul, it only led me where I should not go.”


She always tried to avoid the Saturday shift.

Saturdays are when, it seems to her, every single high-school student in the surrounding area goes to the mall. It’s not as if she’s ashamed of the fact that she has to work—in reality, she doesn’t, but the pocket cash is always nice—she’d just much rather avoid the awkward hey-do-I-know-you-shit-I-do-now-I-have-to-pretend-I-actually-talk-to-you-because-politeness-dictates.

But the other girl meant to work that day at the jewelry kiosk positioned at the edge of the food court had something that came up so suddenly she could give the owner a scant half-hour notice. The owner, and old family friend, had called Annabeth, practically begging her to work the other girl’s shift. She only went because she would feel guilty for the next couple of days if she didn’t. And because she had been promised an extra $10 an hour.

So that’s why she’s sitting at the kiosk, half-finished Cinnabun in front of her, working on her weekend homework that she’d neglected until now.

A few hours in, she was forced to admit it wasn’t as bad as she’d feared it’d be. While faster than on weeknights, traffic was surprisingly slow, with mostly middle-aged women and a few groups of girls searching for prom jewelry.

She had almost finished with her science assignment when two teens emerged from the surrounding crowd and gestured towards her stand.

These two were different from her other customers because she actually recognized them from school. Piper, in her AP French class, and Percy, who took gym with her last year. The two had an interesting dynamic, and were kind of famous around those who cared because no one knew if they were dating or not, and the pair refused to either confirm or deny.

Even though there was no real avoiding it, she found herself praying they didn’t come her way. She’d had a slight crush on Percy throughout the previous year, and didn’t really want to mess with awkward feelings that had never really gone away. And aside from projects, she’d never even spoken to Piper, and she didn’t want to spark the awkward series of conversations that tend to form after two teens see each other outside of school, because now that some part of you has acknowledged their actual existence, you feel a need to cater to it.

But still they came.                                                                      

“Oh hey, Annabeth,” Piper said, with less hesitation before her name than she expected. Annabeth, for some reason, was a hard name to remember, and she was mildly surprised Piper knew it. “You work here?”

“Yeah,” she responded. She felt the need to contribute more the conversation, but that’d never been something she was especially good at, so she let it lapse into silence and wondered if it was as awkward for them as it was for her.

They seemed to be have a silent conversation with their eyes before Piper turned back to her. “Cool. I work down at the Mary Kay stall by Macy’s that my mom runs. I’d rather not, but she thinks I need the experience or something.” Piper rolled her eyes. “I mean, I get working, but Mary Kay? I’m awful at it, especially compared to the other workers. If I didn’t think my mom would flip her shit if I quit, I would have done it a long time ago. I hear Cinnabun’s always hiring.” Annabeth couldn’t help snickering a little bit as Piper chronicled her various embarrassing work experiences. She saw Percy looking interestedly at all the little necklaces and bracelets and trinkets that hung around the stand. She wondered idly what his interest was.

“…Anyway, I wish I’d known you worked here. We can grab lunch sometime or something. Or you can pull the fire alarm next time for me. Either way.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine, I don’t need…” She trailed off awkwardly, searching for a not embarrassing or callous way to end that already doomed sentence, but was saved by Percy asking the price of a pearl bracelet.

“Um…that one’s fifty dollars. The pearls are real,” she added when she saw his incredulous expression. He carefully put it back on the rack.

“She wouldn’t have like that anyway,” Piper told him, waving a hand. “I don’t know why you thought she would. It’s too fancy.”

He looked sheepish. “I just wanted to get her something nice.”

Although she didn’t overly want to hear about the girl Percy was evidently trying to impress, she was obligated to say, “I can help you look for something if you want. What does she like?”

“Um…her favorite color’s blue. And we go to the beach a lot.”

“Very helpful, dork,” Piper said, but not without affection. She reached up to muss up his hair, which was funny to watch because he was so much taller than she was. He shrugged out from underneath her arm and attempted to ‘fix’ it, which, in reality, only made it messier.

“Actually…Piper, you said she likes simple, right?” Percy nodded, but Annabeth was already searching for the bracelet she saw the other day while stocking the racks.

Finally, she finds it hanging from a hook on the other side of the cart, and hands it over to Percy, their fingers brushing as the jewelry changed hands.

Six pieces of blue sea glass connected by a thin silver chain now rested in the middle of his palm. It came from a new independent maker, and she’d remembered it because a coral piece in the same set had caught her eye.

“It’s sea glass,” she answered to their unspoken question. “New collection. I saw that a few days ago, and it seemed to fit what you wanted.” Piper nodded in approval as she analyzed it from over Percy’s shoulder.

“She’ll love it,” Piper agreed. “How much?”

“Only twenty-five. The silver’s real, but sea glass isn’t very expensive.”

Piper took and further examined the bracelet as Percy rifled through his wallet, pulling out crumpled five and ten dollar bills.

“It’ll match her dress well,” Piper commented, before placing it into Annabeth’s outstretched hand. She quickly scanned the barcode and put it into a small bag before handing it back.

“Well, there you are,” she said. Upon reflection, she felt the encounter was much less awkward and tedious than she’d expected. She’d actually kind of enjoyed herself.

“Thanks. I’ll have to come back by. There’s some cute jewelry here,” Piper responded, looking around the stall. She locked eyes with Annabeth. “I was serious about lunch sometime, though.”

Annabeth found herself nodding. “Sure.”

Then Piper and Percy dissolved back into the crowd, and Annabeth felt maybe a little lighter than before.


It was a few weeks later, at Junior prom, that Annabeth next saw the bracelet.

She had forgotten about it, really. So much had happened in the meantime, that it had slipped her mind. She’d seen Percy more often, now that Piper was initiating regular lunch dates, but her school work had piled up and she’d been recruited into helping plan and set up the dance that she hadn’t had time to think much on Percy’s mystery girl.

She was working tickets while one of the others went to the bathroom when Percy walked up, tugging his date along at his side. She wore a floor-length blue dress, almost the exact same shade as the bracelet dangling from her wrist, her long brown hair pinned back. Her soft blue eyes reflected the orange and red lights from the dance. Even though she had slight wrinkles lining her eyes and her hair was streaked with gray, she didn’t seem very old, especially when she smiled.


Look at how beautiful Lothal could’ve been. 

Too bad it’s just another reminder of how everyone could’ve gone down a better path, a brighter future…

And by everyone, I mean literally everyone. Even the Imperials.

“Stone age love and strange sounds too. Come on, baby, let me get to you.
Bad nights causing teenage blues. Get down ladies, you’ve got nothin’ to lose.”