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  • I genuinely think Cheryl has more "Twincest" feelings towards her brother,Jason. I know what the writers are leaning towards.I see them trying to get Veronica and Archie close (even though it might seem Valarie has the upper hand at the moment) I don't think anything big will happen between them. Of course the next thing I'm going to talk about is obviously betty and jughead I sensed the chemistry early on (even though most viewers are still baffled by the idea) Im actually rooting for this ship because genuinely i feel like Lili and Cole do have very good chemistry together and that could help the show have much more enjoyable aspects about it so I'm trusting RIVERDALE, to continue doing an amazing job at what they've been doing.
10 things I love about Ten

What’s good hoes, Its my boi Chittaphon’s birthday so what’s more appropriate than to profess my love to him on Tumblr where he’ll probably never see this. 


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Things That Made Me Happy Today

My dad being present and really enjoying my daughter scoring 23 and 18 points in the semifinals and finals of her tournament today to lead all scorers in both games. She was fantastic. She has grown so much over the last two years, to go from a non-scorer to the leading scorer on the best team in that state. They are 79-5 since she joined the team 3 years ago. She’s worked so hard and it’s paying off.

Talking to my dad between games about how much more fun it is to see your kids be successful than it even was when you were a kid doing it yourself… and having him whisper that it’s even more fun when it’s your grandchildren. Knowing that she could distract him from what’s coming and make him happy is a blessing. And, once again, fuck you, cancer…

Recognizing that my teen age daughter still wants to hold my hand when we walk some places and that my 11 year old son won’t go to bed without giving me a hug and telling me that he loves me every night.

Guess what I've been doing the last seven hours?

Working on a chemise. Lmao. And by working on, I mean cutting out the pattern pieces. I haven’t even begun actually sewing the garment together.

It’s supposed to be an 1860s chemise.

But, I think I’ve got the wrong fabric, and I’m not hand sewing it. So, it’s far from historically accurate. But… I think it’ll go okay. It is my first historical piece after all. If it turns out okay, I’ll be making drawers next~ Wish me luck~

I SEE NOW WHY PEOPLE WOULD RATHER JUST BUY THINGS THAN MAKE THEM THEMSELVES! It’s barely cheaper, and if you mess up, it’s not cheaper at all. The only reason to do it yourself is to get practice in so that, eventually, you can make things on your own, without patterns and stuff.

Jordan is pretty much my second “real” relationship and it’s weird because I’m starting to learn what makes a healthy relationship and what should be avoided. We were driving today and he wanted to order pizza so it would be done when we got there so he handed me his phone and told me to do it and I’m just wide mouthed because my ex would have never let me touch his phone. And I even told Jordan that this surprised me and he’s like, “I’ve got nothing to hide.”

It feels so good to be with someone who is so open with me. It feels so good to trust him. I look and feel much happier than I’ve been in years.

i want so many pictures taken of me. i want pictures of me writing in journals. i want pictures of me reading. i want pics of me watching the sky and i want pictures of me being excited. i want pictures of me jumping up and down after hearing the best news ever and i want pictures of me having to fix my glasses. i want pictures of me with my hair being blown everywhere because of the wind and i want pictures of me so blurry that im not even sure what im doing in them. i want photos of me sitting on my bed with my phone in one hand and a cigarette in the other whilst laughing the hardest i’ve ever laughed. i want pictures of me looking out windows and pictures of me sitting on the floor with paint all over my hands in nothing but a long flannel. i want pictures of me running in all types of directions in fields. i want pictures of my facial expression the second someone calls my name. i want pictures of me dancing and jamming to music and i want photos of me when im in deep thought. i want pictures of me when im a mess and sobbing on the floor. i jus want so many pics of me doing things bc i wanna know what kind of person everyone else sees. i want to capture every raw moment.

I’ll forgive you.

Time will pass and it’ll get easier
to think of your lips and your face
and the way you said my name
The thoughts won’t be laced with anger
or even sadness anymore

I’ll forgive you
the light will go out
and I’ll keep going.

But you had my heart in your hands and God
I could feel it in my ribs,
how much love for you
was radiating from my fucking chest

But your touch was ice cold
and you didn’t know what to do
with a heart that was so warm

So you dropped it without picking
at the flames
You let my heart break into pieces
so that you’d be saved from the pain.

But I’ll forgive you
there’ll even be times
where I’ll forget

But please don’t think I’ll ever lose
the feeling
of your ice cold fingers
on my broken pieces.

—  I was such a fool for you

#oh god you can see how scared his was to look inside the room #and he actually have to look away #he can’t stand to see what “he” has done #he must feel so guilty #can you imagine alec having to wash the blood of his hand #he always try so hard to do what it’s right #and even knowing that he was posessed and that it wasn’t his fault this probably is killing him #and when they are watching the video #that ‘oh my god’ that he says #as if there was this little part of him that against all evidences was hoping that it wasn’t his posessed body that has done it #god this killed me #can alec please catch a break??!!!

I am your weird relative now.

If you have a rough holiday, I’m your weird relative now. Pass whatever is being served, take this handful of candy and don’t tell anyone. You are all my favorite. Don’t tell anyone that either, but I’m not sure it is a secret.

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a quick guide to seamlessly integrating spanish into fic dialogue

this is going to be a quick and easy to follow list of guides and examples of how real cuban americans use spanish in their day to day lives without sounding ridiculous and forced. enjoy: 

  • random words, usually objects, are referred to in spanish for some inexplicable reason often in mid sentence and perhaps the only spanish word in the sentence
    • “Hey can you hand me my bolsa from the couch other there?” 
  • interjections and direct instructions are almost always in spanish even if the rest of the sentence is entirely in english
    • “Mira, I finished the dishes so all you have to do is sweep now.” 
    • “Oye, I told you not to bother your mother when she’s working.”
    • “Digame, I have to know what the guy said.” 
  • swearing is in spanish, and cuban swearing is with the main workhorse swears (conjugate as you see fit)
    • “coño”
    • “me cago en diez” 
    • “carajo” 
    • “comemierda ” 
    • “joder” 
  • food. food food food food foooooood. if it’s cuban food you bet your ass it’s said entirely in spanish. 
    • you don’t want in and order a guava pastry, you order un pastelito de guayaba 
    • it’s always arroz blanco y frijoles negros
    • it’s tostones not banana cookies don’t even dare   
  • family members are always referred to in spanish
    • Mami/Papi, Tia/Tio, Primo/Prima, Abuela/Abuelo, Bisabuela/Bisabuelo, and so on
      • oh and it’s common for older family members to speak entirely in spanish and for everyone else to speak to them entirely in english 
      • and yes everyone understands each other.
  • and perhaps most important and close to the heart of any spanish speaker: Idiomatic expressions
    • can be sprinkled in conversation with both spanish speakers and non spanish speakers (we will say it if it fits the situation no matter if you understand it or not) 
      • Good weather: “Paya playa piscina piscina”
      • when someone is being obnoxious because they skipped a meal and they are sooo hungry: “muerte de hambre”
      • a cheapskate: “Camina con los codos” 

and that’s the list for now! if anyone has anything they’d like to add feel free

yoi fanfic rec list

hey guys, i promised to recommend you a few victuuri fanfics and here goes the list!


When He’s Not Even Trying by qwartooty (2,8k words, chapters 1/1)

“Do you have any kinks?”
Viktor looked down at Phichit, surprised. “Excuse me?”
“Fetishes. Turn-ons. Things that make you go, ‘Oooh! Wow! Yeah!’”
“I know what a kink is. Why are you asking me that kind of question?”
“Don’t look so scandalized. It’s for my psychology project. Which I just told you about, but you were too busy drooling over Yuuri to listen,” Phichit said.

One Night to Blow by qwartooty (3k words, chapters 1/1)

Victor’s and Yuri’s bachelor parties (incl. Victor throwing money at pole dancing Yuuri)

Stupidly Happy With You by qwartooty (3k words, chapters 1/1) 

“You have that stupid look on your face again,” Yurio said, skating up to where Viktor was watching Yuuri.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Viktor said, putting on a very deliberate frown.
“Face it- Katsudon is sucking the cool right out of you.“
“He’s not sucking anything out of me.”
“Ohoho?” Phichit glided by them with a gleefully scandalized look on his face.

i’m not upset by bixgchan (2,5k words, chapters 2/2)

Yuuri-is-only-mine-please-back-off (aka possessive! Victor)

Addicted (to the taste of you) by smudgesofink (6k words, chapters 1/1)

post ep. 7 universe, dinner with friends (Phichit, Chris etc.) after the Cup of China: Yuuri can’t focus on anything other than Victor, incl. lots of teasing, lots of making out

From The Moon by ButterBeerBitch (5k words, chapters 1/1)

that one time Victor finds out why Yuuri has never let him inside his bedroom

Look & See by icterine (3,5k words, chapters 1/1)

This year, Victor Nikiforov falls in love at the Grand Prix Banquet. He’s so glad he decided to show up.

kairosclerosis by celestialfics (1k words, chapters 1/1)

St Petersburg, domestic Victuuri - this should explain it all :)

Unwritten by kaizuka (34k words, chapters 6/6) - a total classic

Soulmates AU where whatever you write on your own skin appears on your soulmate.


Patience by martialartist816 (3,5k words, chapters 1/1)

"You said you wanted me to do something that would excite you.” Yuuri’s voice sounded cool and even above him. Victor suspected he wore a small smile. “This is what I thought of.”

Russians Do It Differently by martialartist816 (3k words, chapters 1/1)

Victor doesn’t understand the concept of personal space. Yuuri isn’t complaining.

Appreciation by anonymous (4k words, chapters 1/1)

Victor takes care of Yuuri after the Cup of China

Steve has no shades of grey when it comes to Bucky and I love him for it. Bucky’s in Austria, whats he gonna do, walk there? If that’s what it takes. He’s been brainwashed Steve, he doesn’t know you. He will. Steve he’s wanted by multiple governments, why won’t you hand him over? He’s my friend and it wasn’t his fault. Like, there’s no question for Steve, there’s no part of him that hesitates, no other factors play into it, is it Bucky? Does he need help? Steve will do whatever it takes to give it to him. Can you believe how much he loves Bucky wow.

There are nightmares I don’t want to wake up from. In these nightmares, you’re still in my life. You haven’t left. We still kiss upon meeting, and you still laugh in that musical way you always used to. Every time, it’s something different we used to do. Maybe we go to different museums even though I always consider you the most captivating piece of art. Or maybe we’re watching Netflix and actually chilling. Or maybe we’re just holding each other in silence because the world is too loud. No matter what, it’s always good, great even. So why would I call these dreams nightmares? Because I always wake up not with a cold sweat, but with an intense longing and tears that taste like the last kiss we shared. My hands always reach out for you but you’re not there. Instead, I’m always greeted by the familiar empty space in my bed. Every time, I’m forced to remember exactly how things used to be, just to come back to reality where it’s almost like we never met. And to this day, I can’t say I wish we never did.
—  Nightmares // Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (318/366)

can you imagine even’s reaction if the restroom only had a hand dryer and no paper towel dispenser? like “o shit what do i do now” and then isak comes out of the bathroom stall and he thinks to himself “alright gO BIG OR GO HOME” before he elbows the hand dryer and causes it to stop working and then he tells isak “sorry did you need air?” before he starts intensely blowing air out of his mouth

“I love you.” she said. “I love you that it was the hardest for me to let you walk away so easily. I don’t want to see your back against me and I can’t pretend that it’s alright with me. To hear you said the words which sound like my worst nightmare and seems to threaten my world. I don’t want to listen as those will crush every part of my being to pieces. Words are never enough to describe how much it hurts. I love you, that even if it will take time for me to accept the truth, I will still do the thing that’ll make you happy. Just like what I’ve promised from the very start.” she breathed so hard and stared at his eyes. She looked at her world as she cried silently. She touched his cheek with her hand and put her forehead on his. She closed her eyes and for a moment, all of their precious memories came crashing back. And like diamonds, she buried them deep down and hope that no one will see it except for her. As she opened her eyes, she said the last words she thought she will never say, “I am letting you go. Yet I will never say goodbye. Because I still believe that, someday, we will meet again. And I hope, that maybe then, you’ll be happier. Maybe then, I’ve moved on. Maybe then, my heart is whole again.” With that, she took a step back and turned her back on him. She started walking away and looked at the only star in the sky. She smiled, and as her tears kept on falling down, she whispered, “I love you.” Again and again until her eyes got tired of crying.
—  ma.c.a // Yes, I Do