after conducting an ip search courtesy of a friend, we’ve found that the ip address behind the anon hate in question ( concerning distrvtto ) does in fact belong to the @gemcicle blog !!! this concludes this bullshit because that means that @gemcicle has been lying directly to my face and in other people in a shallow attempt to save face instead of doing the honorable thing and admitting to this shit.
DO NOT THROW ANYTHING ON AN IDOL!! It doesn’t matter if it’s just a stuffed animal, a banner or anything else. Do not throw anything on them. It’s understandable that you want them to find and play with your stuff but don’t aim at them. Throw them on stage when no one is around.
Chanyeol might have brushed it off today and acted all cute, but you don’t know what might happen in the future. Someone might get hurt so please stop aiming the idols/ throwing stuff on stage.
I saw someone headcanoning that Sero and Bakugou had this friends with benefits thing in the past in which they would make out sometimes just for fun. I really liked that idea. How would you think Kaminari and Kirishima would react to that? Do you think they'd get jealous or?
So I just saw this on Facebook, and it made me really want to do something similar.
I haven’t seen my bf in over a year, and the last time we spent V-day together was 2 years ago.
I don’t have much money (he’s more of a homemade gift person anyway) so I want to do this real special something for him to show him how much I love him.
If you could write out the following message (yes, by hand), hold it up in front of either a favourite place of yours from wherever you’re living or just something red/valentine-themed (like this person did), then take a picture…
.. I would be soooo grateful and more than happy to return the favour (message me).
What I want the note to say is:
Tamara’s love for Mike is so big it reached …
(replace the ‘…’ with whatever your location is.)
I would love to get as many of these as I can, from all sorts of places in the world, and make a collage or something of them and send it to him on the 14th.
Hopefully he likes it.
If you can’t participate in this, if you could at least reblog it for attention that would be fantastic! (Please message me if you have done this, also, because it’ll be faster than going through all the notes (if I get more than 2 that is, lol) looking for your reblog.)
Blessed are the readers, for theirs is the archive.
Blessed are the betas: for they help us write the stories we see in our hearts. Blessed are they that kudo, for they reassure us that someone likes what we’ve done. Blessed are the rebloggers and reccers, for they help the readers find our work. Blessed are they which leave comments on a WIP that say something other than “write more please”: for they comfort us when we feel taken for granted. Blessed are the commenters; for their words bring us joy. Blessed are the loyal fans, for they keep the fandom alive. Blessed are the fan artists, for they bring our worlds to life before our eyes. Blessed are they which read an entire long fic and comment each chapter, for the string of comment notifications fills the writer’s heart with delight. Blessed are ye, who rec our fics in public and tag us, for seeing that we made somebody squee is the light in our days. Rejoice, and be exceeding glad; for great is your reward in fandom.
5 headcanons about Victor annoying Yuuri (or Yuuri annoying Victor)
(these are 100% inspired by chrissy teigen’s tweets, and also by our chats when we were talking about her lmao)
1. victor has taken to doing this thing where he sends yuuri nudes and then says, “sorry wrong person.” it’s funny, it’s really funny, it’s comedy gold—until it isn’t. until at one point yuuri texts back, “no worries, happens to me all the time :p” and then victor realizes. he realizes that he’s never, not once, gotten a nude from katsuki yuuri. “wait what?” he types back, fingers flying over the touch screen. “yuuri? yuuri. who’ve you been sending yours to??” but no response comes, and victor is frantically shoving the groceries into the recyclable bag. he ignores the looks he gets from the cashier and surrounding customers. then he’s stumbling out of the store, pulling his phone out again and hitting call.
“what does that mean?” he asks, no preamble. // “hmm?” yuuri’s voice is nonchalant on the other line, innocent. // “yuuri,” victor whines. // but yuuri only yawns: “sorry, which one are you? i have so many contacts saved under the name ‘boyfriend’ so you’re going to have to identify yourself.”