So, in Japan, Onsen are not big enough to swim in generally. Finding an onsen that is around a meter deep is rare. They are usually deep enough to reach your chest depending on how you sit or kneel.
Thanks to these photos, we know how deep the water really is.
Meaning in the original photo…
…they are sitting or kneeling beside one another. If you look closely at Yurio, you can see his knees, so he’s sitting.
So as the water isn’t deep, and Yuuri is so close to Victor, you can bet they are sitting beside each other, naked(as clothing is not permitted in onsen) and touching lightly at the very least. So as Victor’s arm is wrapped so firmly around Yuuri’s shoulders and he’s too close to be leaning into the hold… infer what you wish.
i know i’m supposed to educate, educate, educate. that nonviolence and pleading and praying and explaining until my tongue turns numb is the face of activism as it stands. that my rage would deny my message. that lashing out would invalidate my pain. that if i step out of line those who “would have” listened are suddenly against me.
“congrats,” he says on facebook, “i was an ally. i see now that gay people are just as awful as everyone said. hope you burn in hell.”
he’s replying to a comment that said “straight people are crazy”.
we kneel, we’re disrespectful. we rally, we’re rioting. we speak out and we’re sent death threats. it’s very tiring to always have to be quiet. it’s very tiring when they like you being quiet, because it makes it easy for you to be ignored. i’m just a voice on the internet, what do i know about anything? just the other day a man sent me a message telling me i was “a bullying selfish bitch”. i mean a personal direct message that was hostile and invasive.
that’s the thing. i’m supposed to turn the other cheek. that i take literal violence against me and my kind and make the best of it. please don’t hit me. please don’t kill me. if i shout you down, i’m asking for it. i don’t know. i’ve been abused before. maybe that’s why it’s not unfamiliar as an idea. the fist comes down if i ask too loudly. when i’m complaining i’m whining. that the best way to my abuser’s heart is just to be good and kind and get out by living.
the thing is that there’s no changing an abuser. they only realize they’re abusive when another person they respect tells them it’s true. my voice means nothing to them until then. i’m just tired. i’m tired of every single post begging for people to listen, and every single person who ignores it. i’m tired. i’m tired. the people who are against me aren’t here to be educated, they’re not here to debate in gentle terms, they’re here to destroy me.
how do i get it back. how do i believe in other people again. how do i learn how to sit quietly and do my best. how do i change the minds of people who question if i’m even a person. and why is that my job.
“male tears?” he writes, “fuck women. what have men ever done to you? i hope a man puts you in your place one day.”
Heya everyone, this is Mod Britain, (again). With a brand new combo today! Thank you all for your continued support, and we only have around 9 more asks to do! (Also, he’s kneeling, by the way, held down by all of his regrets aha ha-)
A/N: After all of the amazing feedback I got on my first Carl imagine I decided to write this one last week. It isn’t as log as the other one but is still pretty lengthy. I hope you guys like it as much as the last one.
Summary: The reader and Carl have been close ever since they were at the Prison and now are much older. Starting of in the middle of the Negan line-up scene, the two are sent through a roller-coaster of their own emotions. From being left devastated from the incident from the line-up and their fear of getting closer with one another this covers the vulnerabilities tied into caring about someone else in a world with such high stakes.
“Fuck” he mumbled under his breath as you pulled back the sheet that covered him.
Suddenly, the confident, self-assured man you had known disappeared. Namjoon stumbled nervously over his words trying to form a complete sentence.
“Y/N… I… we… are you sure?” he muttered.
You smirked as you moved to kneel on the bed between his legs, letting your actions speak for you. The air of confidence you were putting out there was only a facade. You were nervous too. Nervous about where this would lead and what would become of the comfortable bubble you built here with him.
We are not women who crawl. We are not women who kneel. And for this we will be branded radicals. Revolutionists. Women who are strong, and refuse to be degraded, and choose to protect themselves, are called monsters. That is the world’s crime, not ours.
Yakushi vs Seidou: Do you remember that moment? I was watching (for the umpteenth time lol) season 1 and it was the moment when Sawamura got out Raichi at his second at-bat. Miyuki called for him to get the ball and even though he was in a good position, Kuramochi, Ryosuke and Masuko had to run and cover in case he fucked up😂😂
I just love the way they are kneeling around Sawamura, like “don’t worry we have your back”.❤️
do you ever stop and think about the fact that we didn’t actually see keith cradling lance in his arms? like this is some illuminati shit i swear to god we only saw keith taking lance’s hand and kneeling beside him and them having the Bonding Moment™ but nothing after that? being cradled in keith’s arms? whom is she? the newest cryptid, apparently
“Now darlin’, before we go in there I gotta explain a few things.” Leonard was kneeling in front of his daughter, preparing her to meet his two dearest friends. Not that he was about to say that out loud. To anyone. Ever.
The San Francisco streets were bustling with activity on the busy Friday afternoon. The Enterprise was docked for its annual repairs for the following week, freeing up the officers for a good long shore leave. It had taken every trick in the book to persuade Jocelyn to put Joanna on a plane and spend the vacation with her father. Fortunately, Jim had gotten a place in the city a while back, so they had a place to stay. And it was in front of that very apartment that Leonard and Joanna were having this conference.
“The blonde one is an idiot. He acts smart, but don’t be fooled. If he could, he’d feed you cookies for breakfast and cake for dinner. He’ll make a great playmate for you, but he’s a piss poor excuse for an adult. Between you and him, you’re the mature one. You remember that. Out there he’s in charge, but while we’re here you still follow daddy’s rules, you got that?” When Joanna giggles it melts Leonard’s heart into a molten pool of endless affection. She nods and holds out a pinky in a silent promise. “That’s good. That’s my good girl.” He can’t help but pause to brush her long brunette hair back over her ears.
“Now the tall sickly lookin’ one, his ears are not for pullin’ on, so you keep those pretty little hands to yourself. I know you’re not used to seein’ all of these different kinds of aliens back home, but he’s not that different from us. He takes everything literally so he might not understand what you mean sometimes, and that’s okay. Chances are he’ll question every move you make, but he’s a very logical kind of guy so you’ll just have to let him. Oh, one more thing. He doesn’t like to be touched so you make sure you steer clear of his hands. You got all that, Firefly?” Leonard beams with pride when his little girl nods.
“Yes daddy, I got it. I ain’t a baby nomore, I can play nice with the big boys.” How she can look sweet and positively mischievous at the same time is beyond Leonard. Must have gotten that from Jocelyn.
Leonard knocks on the door as he shuffles the duffel bags on his shoulder to a more comfortable position. Jim answers it and he is radiating excitement and warmth. He sinks down to his knees to address Joanna face to face. “Hey there Jojo! Come on in, kiddo. Your daddy has been telling us all about you. We were so eager to meet you.”
The small girl sidles past Jim and ambles into the middle of the living room. “Couple things,” she starts, and Leonard knows the poor guy is about to get reamed by a six year old. “I ain’t no kid. I’m a big girl! I’ll have you know I’m in the first grade! And only my parents can call me Jojo. You call me Joanna.”
“I see the resemblance,” Spock comments from his spot on the couch. He’s grinning with his eyes, loving the way the tiny human just put the high and mighty fully grown Starship captain in his place. “Quite the first impression, Jim.”
Leonard is outright cackling in the doorway. Whatever words he’s trying to get out dies on his lips with the force of his laughter.
Joanna sets her sights on Spock and walks over to him with her small hands clasped behind her back and wonder in her eyes. She has never seen a Vulcan before. “I like your ears. Oh my gosh, are you a fairy?!“ The girl bounces on the balls of her feet, her tiny body barely able to contain her excitement.
Spock raises a curious brow and considers the comparison. “I suppose my race does bear a striking resemblance to your mythical Terran creatures. However, your assumption is incorrect. I am a Vulcan.” Leonard isn’t sure what surprises him more; that Spock agreed to the assessment or that his daughter has taken an immediate liking to the guy that makes his blood boil. Jim must be having a similar inner monologue because he’s downright gaping at the pair.
Joanna’s smile lights up the room. She hauls herself right up onto Spock’s lap and he looks like he’s about ready to piss himself at the contact. Leonard breaks into another fit of laughter. “Don’t look so petrified, Hobgoblin.”
“Yeah, daddy already said I’m not s’posed to touch. I’ll be good,” she promises, folding her hands in her lap as a sign of good will. Spock relaxes slightly and tries to ignore the way Jim is glaring at him for stealing his thunder. “Uncle Spock, will you tell me a story about your planet? What are Vulcans like? Do you know any real life fairies?”
“Very well. I suppose I—“
Jim interjects before Spock can even get started. “Hey Joanna, I picked up some local sweets for you to try. I thought you might like some goodies after the long shuttle over here. You’ve got to try the donuts here! What do you say to sharing some with me?” Leonard is welling up with pride and love for his little girl as she frowns, looking just like him.
“No thank you. Sweets rot your teeth and daddy says I need to take care of my pretty smile.” Jim drops his shoulders and huffs in defeat. Joanna turns away from him and looks up at Spock with interest, encouraging him to continue. He starts off on a long winded explanation of arbitrary things like his pet sehlat, Vulcan schooling, and his mother’s cooking.
Leonard edges up to Jim’s side and slaps a hand on his shoulder, making him frown impossibly harder. “You tried, Jimboy. Who’d’ve guessed she’d like Spock more than you? I don’t much understand it either.“ He sighs mournfully and shakes his head. "Why don’t you make yourself useful and come help me unpack this stuff? Unless you’d rather sit here and listen to the hobgoblin drone on.”
Jim concedes and grabs the bags, carrying them down the guest room at the end of the hallway. They take their time unpacking their clothes and belongings. When the pair return to the living room, Joanna is resting heavily on Spock’s chest. The soothing sound of his voice lulled her right to sleep.
Spock is looking down at her with an expression akin to affection. When Leonard makes a move to pick her up, Spock stops him. “It is quite all right. She has an affinity for my higher body temperature. I assure you, she is rather comfortable. There is a high probability that she will wake if moved.” Leonard finds he can’t argue with that logic. And they do make a rather cute pair.
The child looks so small on Spock’s lap, set against broad shoulders and muscle. She shifts slightly and curls up comfortably against Spock’s stomach. Leonard almost can’t believe his own eyes when he watches Spock drop a hand to sift through her long hair. The proud dad smiles fondly.
And while this heartwarming bonding moment unfolds, Jim is watching them from the hallway, slowly being consumed by jealousy.
We know Pink Diamond is apart of the Diamond Authority.
Her first and ONLY colony project was Earth.
And Rose Quartz destroyed her!
After viewing all the episodes of Steven Universe, from the Pilot till now, I figured out why Rose shattered Pink D.
The recent episodes gave me all the answers I needed to make this conclusion. WARNING: IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN SEASON 4 EP 10-14, STOP READING, FOR THERE ARE SPOILERS BELOW. please.
In the Episode “Steven’s Dream”, we find a very sad Blue Diamond kneeling in front of Pink Diamond’s palanquin. She’s grieving and saying “Im sorry, I should have done more.” Then when Greg comes up to her, she tells him “This is where it happened, where she was..broken.” Okay, so in this episode and in the previous episode entitled “The Answer”, a diamond’s palanquin is their form of transportation on the planet they are currently colonizing. We see Blue Diamond summon hers to leave earth after deciding to take Greg to Pink’s Human Zoo. So, if we know that Pink Diamond was taking human’s from earth to this “zoo” then it could be concluded that this was what she was in the middle of doing before Rose took her life. She was about to leave earth with yet another human for her collection and Rose Quartz finally stood up to her. Rose couldn’t bare to see another human being ripped away from the place they called home. She knew Pink Diamond wouldn’t stop no matter how many times she pleaded with her. So she did the unthinkable….
But it wasn’t just the zoo that caused Rose to act out of character. If you look back at the Mural, Pink Diamond was conducting experiments! She tested the Humans to see if they had any special abilities ..and as the mural shows, they did not. They failed every test.
Because humans had no gems on their bodies and they’re physical form was solid and not of light, Pink Diamond became intrigued to the point of obsession. Her mission was to just colonize the planet to fit the needs of Homeworld, but instead she got side tracked with the existence of human beings. And because Rose Quartz emerged from earth soil, I believe that played a part in her understanding that what Pink Diamond was doing was wrong and inhumane.
So Yang is known the be the prankster of her team, but my question is did her team ever get her back for her pranks? Either together or solo? (Asked by avidmastermind)
Yang, grins with her arms behind her head:
As if they could ever out-prank me.
I mean we've tried.
Blake, behind a book:
Never works though.
Not a single time.
Yang, walking over to her bed:
Yup, none of you can get me. Ever. I'm just too goo-
Yang, jumping onto her bed as she's talking, but gets interrupted as an airbag hidden under her blankets goes off and smashes her into Blake's bunk, causing it to wobble off the books and fall onto her:
OH WHAT THE F-
Blake, walking over to the mess of bunks and books:
Do...you think we went too far?
Weiss, now standing beside Blake, kneels down and prods at Yang's arm which is sticking out the side:
Ruby, holding onto her head with a panicked expression:
Haha....c'mon Yang...we know you're fine...