which i am looking forward to

salviamatch  asked:

hey keaton, have you heard of mikhail kuzmin the russian writer who published a gay novel in 1906 in which nobody dies or ends up lonely and miserable and throughout his life managed to reconcile being russian&christian with also being most unapologetically gay (you seem like a real expert on lgbt history so idk maybe you have already heard of him but if not then i thought you'd probably like to)

i hadn’t heard of kuzmin so i’m so glad you brought him to my attention!! i’ve added the novel wings to my reading list. 📚i’m looking forward to reading the book and learning more about him (and i am by no means an expert, just passionately interested haha)

I'm back

I haven’t been on here in what seems like ages, and I can’t believe I’ve somehow almost reached 10k! You’re all amazing and strong.

In the time I’ve been gone, I feel like I’ve eaten like a pig. I haven’t gained any weight, but I haven’t lost any either.

However, I am now going to be moving to across the country in exactly 70 days. Which means I have 70 days to get my act together since I want to start a new city with a new body I can be proud of. I will return to giving daily updates and I look forward to interacting with all of you~

me: the han solo movie? LMAO
diego luna: [spotted at the set]
me: han solo (2018) will redefine cinema. it will bring a fresh new take to the character that we really need, i have always been an avid supporter of this movie which i am looking forward to

Message from Rebs 💛

Hello everyone! I just wanted to reiterate that I am Okay. I didn’t really delete because of the pressure or hate or anything, it was just that I felt like I was making things worse by being around only to be negative when I feel like people followed me to find some positivity to start with. For that reason, I’m really sorry that me leaving has upset people, I didn’t really realize it would, I kind of felt like everyone would be relieved to not have to see that side of me anymore and could just remember the happy stuff I had done in the past.

All of that said I definitely do feel relieved to not have so many eyes on me right now. This is allowing me to feel a lot more removed from the situation, so I think my channel is safe from being deleted for now because I can kind of pretend if it’s not there. If I change my mind on that I will try to give people some notice. I already saw that @artfulkindoforder​ is working on archiving them which I really appreciate.

Thank you for the support you’ve given me over the last few years and everything you’ve done for me. Please know that I am okay and I really want you all to be happy and have a good time here, and I hope that in the future we all get to see the kind of positive, landmark representation we were looking forward to. I wish you all the best!

-Rebs

PS: please don’t pester Liddy about where I am or messages for me, xe very kindly agreed to post this for me but xe is not my delivery person <3

anonymous asked:

Aaron has find out about the cheating. He is drunk and plead robert to tell him that he is not in love with her. I want robert desperate both of them actually. Aaron ask him if he ever loved him. Make it angsty sad and beautiful. If you write it i mean

“Aaron?” Robert called, searching the dark living room for his husband. He flicked on the lights, noticing that Aaron wasn’t downstairs, wasn’t curled up on the couch, or in the kitchen, but there was a soft light coming from the upper floor that made him walk up the stairs, carefully navigating the spiral steps in the dim light.

“’m here,” Aaron greeted, waving a half drunk bottle of whiskey at Robert. He was sitting on the landing, knees hugged to his chest as he sat opposite to their bedroom door, his gaze on the half open doorway.

“Are you okay?” Robert asked, easing himself down onto the top step of the stairs, not wanting to make Aaron uncomfortable, or sit too close. He’d been worried, when he’d gotten a drunken voicemail from Aaron, wondering why his husband had called him at all.

Last he’d heard from Aaron, it was him screaming at Robert to get out of his house, Aaron angry and devastated as Robert admitted all, told him about what had happened with Rebecca.

In all the years he’d know Aaron, Robert had never seen him go from blissfully happy to absolutely broken in a matter of seconds, and it had been because of him.

Robert hated himself for it. 

“Okay?” Aaron snorted, laughing at the mere concept. “My husband cheated on me three weeks after our wedding. Do you think I’m okay?”

Robert ducked his head, ashamed. “You called me.”

“I wanted you to come here and make me understand.” Aaron admitted, taking a swig of the alcohol before he spoke again, wincing at the bitter taste. “I wanted you to make me understand. Make it right.”

“I would if I could, you know I would.” Robert said, hating the way Aaron shifted away from him as he tried to reach out for his husband, tried to reassure Aaron the way he always did, with touch, a hand on his knee, or an arm around his shoulders. 

“But you can’t.” Aaron said sadly, shaking his head, fresh tears rolling down his red, and splotchy cheeks. He looked exhausted, as though he hadn’t slept in days, his eyes red rimmed and swollen from crying.

Because of him.

Because of Robert.

“I fucked up, Aaron.” Robert said, picking at a loose thread on his tracksuit. He’d been sitting in front of the television with Victoria when Aaron had called, the two of them slobbing out in their comfortable clothes, drinking wine and mourning the apparent end of both of their marriages. 

“Do you love her?” Aaron asked, looking at Robert with tearful eyes. 

Robert’s jaw almost hit the floor. “Love her?” he said, incredulous at the mere suggestion. 

“Do you love her? I need to know, Robert, I need to know if you love her, if you want her more than you want me -” Aaron started to ramble, pressing his palms into his eyes as he started to cry even harder, choking out heartbroken sobs between his every word. “Do you love her more than you love me?” 

Robert scrambled to his knees, not caring now as he moved to sit in front of Aaron, prising the whiskey bottle from his hands. “There’s no one in the world I love more than I love you, Aaron,” he shook his head, desperate to just gather Aaron into his arms, desperate to hold him close, make it better.

“Why did you do it then?” Aaron practically begged. 

Robert’s heart ached as he looked at Aaron, hated how all of this was because of him. “She was easy to manipulate, I guess. I wanted to hit self destruct and I knew she’d let me.” 

Aaron choked out another sob, shaking his head. “It hurts, Robert. It hurts so much - the fact you could do this to me, after everything, after everything we’ve been through. I feel like it’s never going to stop hurting.”

He was drunk, and honest, and saying all the things he was too angry to say to Robert without the aid of half a bottle of whiskey, Robert knew that much. “I’ll never forgive myself for hurting you like this,” he said, knowing it was true, knowing he wouldn’t ever forgive himself for doing what it did, hurting Aaron the way he had.

“I don’t want to feel angry anymore.” Aaron admitted, hugging his knees even tighter to his chest, as though he was trying to fold himself up entirely, escape from all the problems Robert had caused.

Robert didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to fix it, make it better. 

“Did you ever love me?” Aaron asked after a few minutes silence, a desperate look in his eyes.

“I love you so much Aaron, I don’t know what to do with it, most of the time.” Robert said, echoing Aaron’s words from their wedding day, those words that had sent his heart racing in the best way possible. 

“So you slept with her to make yourself feel better?” 

Robert closed his eyes, hating the sick feeling that rose up in his stomach as Aaron spoke. “I don’t expect you to ever forgive me,” he mumbled, not quite able to look at Aaron.

“I want to forgive you.” Aaron said quietly, picking at the skin around his thumb. “I don’t know if I can.”

Robert nodded, spotting the top of the whiskey bottle, screwing it back into place. “Do you want me to get you a glass of water?” he asked, gesturing toward the kitchen downstairs. 

“I want you to go back in time and make it so none of this ever happened.” Aaron sighed, sobering up now, roughly wiping at the drying tears on his cheeks. 

Robert gave him a sad smile. “If I could, I would.” 

JUNGKOOK calls you clingy part 3

Request: Hey!! can i request a fake text about a fight with jungkook where the jungkook is being snappy but they’re havinf a normal conversation but the reader catches on and like they have af ight and jungkook ends up saying something like “youre clingy” or anything else that really hurts her and then tries to make it up to her?? the ending is up to you happy/sad. i hope i made some sense!!! thank you 

Part 3 because I’m a nice person. 

Here’s a link to part 1 and part 2



“You what?!” 

 “I called her clingy.”

 Namjoon sat there shaking his head at what he was hearing. He knew that Jungkook was an ill tempered kid, so he hadn’t been too disturbed by the frantic call he had received from Jungkook an hour ago to ‘leave everything and come meet him’. Only, now that he was listening to Jungkook, he couldn’t help but look at him with disgust. 

 "I understand that you were not in the best of your moods…but who the fuck calls their own girlfriend clingy, you idiot?” 

 Jungkook groaned, letting his head fall in his hands while he listened to his elder brother chastise him for his actions. “That isn’t the only thing, hyung.” Jungkook said as he held out his phone for his elder brother to see. Namjoon raised an eyebrow and took the phone in his hands as he went over the messages that Jungkook had exchanged with you more than 15 days ago. 

“Holy fucking shit. You are a dick, Jeon Jungkook. No wonder she left you.” 

Jungkook cringed at the reiteration of the fact that he did not want to accept. He sighed. “I know, hyung. I am a huge idiot.”

 "Nope, you’re not an idiot. Being an idiot is a relatively forgivable sin. You, brother, were an absolute arse to her. Forget it, she isn’t coming back.” 

Namjoon shook his head, giving Jungkook’s phone back to him and standing up to leave. “Oh no no no, hyung please, help me out.” Jungkook got up and stood in front of Namjoon blocking is way. “You know how much I love her.” 

“Jeon Jungkook. ____ may have been your girlfriend, but don’t forget that she was my friend before you guys started going around together. You just hurt my friend, hm? What makes you think I’ll help you out with anything?” Namjoon said, his anger fianlly showing itself but Jungkook wasn’t in the position to back off. Namjoon was the only one who could help him. 

 "Because you are my brother and you know how much I love her. Please, hyung, don’t I deserve one chance?” Jungkook said as he desperately held on to the elder boy’s shoulders. 

Namjoon sighed. “Even if for a moment I consider helping you, and I’m not saying that I’m considering it at all, but let’s just say that I do- do you have anything in mind?” Jungkook frantically shook his head to express his affirmative. 

 "Yes, but I’ll need your help.” 


 You looked at the crowd of people bustling in for your friend’s mini concert and gave a half smile to yourself. Namjoon had always been very passionate about rapping but a year ago he had finally decided step out in the underground and let other people hear his rap. Needless to say, he had been a huge hit.

 As you entered the club, you saw people dressed in clothes screaming hip-hop, a huge contrast to your attire- a plain black hoodie, house shorts, converse and hair so messy, it would give Bellatrix Lestrange a run for her money. You didn’t mind, though. You were never the one to give too much thought to your appearance save for special dates with your ex-boyfriend. In all fairness, and not an ounce of boastfulness, you knew you could step out in nightwear and still look bomb. You just had that confidence about you. 

You pushed your way through the crowd and towards the bar, greeting the bartender with a nod. This was your favourite seat to view his performances. It was comfortable, in good distance, away from people and of course, you could drink peacefully and enjoy the performance. 

 "The regular, ___?” The bartender asked you, ready to pour in a 60 ML of Smirnoff-regular into your glass. 

 You shook your head, “I’ll have blue label today, Hoseok.” 

 “Whiskey? That’s new.” He said as he turned around and poured you your drink.

“I need new.” You shrugged.

 He hummed in response. “What will you have it with? Coke, soda?” 

 You scoffed. "On the rocks, boy.” 

 Hoseok chuckled as he fake saluted you, “Yes ma'am.” 

 You smiled and turned around as the lights dimmed and Namjoon or Rapmonster, as he was known in the underground, came on the stage and the crowd erupted into cheers, you being the loudest. He scanned the crowd and as soon as his eyes landed on you, he smirked and waved at you. You raised your drink and nodded at him in acknowledgement. Then, his demeanour completely changed and the crowd went silent. It was beginning. 

Rap monster continued firing curses at the speed of light. You could only keep up because you had heard this before. You turned in your seat to face the bar to ask for a refill from your friend only to find him missing. You frowned. 

That’s strange. 

You turned back round and realised the music had stopped and the crowd had gone silent again and on the stage were six men apart from Namjoon, all standing in front of their own mics. Hoseok was up there too. You recognised all of them, of course. They were all your friends. Part of the same group they liked to jokingly call ‘Bangtan Sonyeondan’.

 What unnerved you, however, was the man standing at the front mic. 

It was him. Jeon Jungkook. And he was looking directly at you. 

 You narrowed your eyes in anticipation of what was going to happen.

Namjoon wiped his sweat with his sleeves and came near his mic. “There is a new song, a bit different from my usual style, that we want a very special person to hear. It has been written by my younger brother Jungkook. You all have been with me since I began my journey and I know you came here for something else but would you mind giving me 5 minutes of your time? I swear it’ll be worth it.” 

 The crowd instantly burst into encouraging cheers. In midst of those cheers you noticed Jungkook coming closer to his mic, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. 

 “____, I’m so sorry. I love you.” 

 And then he began singing. 

Your eyes widened at the choice of his song. It was a song he had composed, you knew because he had shared a verse with you when you were together. It was called Butterfly. As the words poured out of his mouth and made their way to your ears, you found yourself wearing a sad expression. Here he was, singing about how he didn’t want you to disappear and yet, he was also the one who had called you clingy. That was one term you absolutely did not like. You always gave each other the space you both required and you were definitely not the kind of person who would try to invade his space. Seeing that word had made you, for the first time, question yourself. You felt bad about yourself. You felt humiliated. You were determined to stay the hell away from him for some time, if only to gain back your self respect. 

 Only, he was making it really difficult. 

You could practically feel the sadness from his voice seeping into you, begging you to not go and to stay with him. You could see it in his eyes, the guilt. You could see how sorry he was for what he had said and how scared he was to not have you with him. 

You sighed as you felt your resolve break into a million pieces and decided to give him a chance. Everyone deserves one chance to correct their mistakes and you were not about to take it away from him. 

So you looked up into his eyes, and you smiled. A reassuring and forgiving smile. He instantly understood and stopped singing as tears made their way down his face before he could hurriedly wipe them. He took in a large breath as he stepped away from his make and bolted down the stage towards you, wiping his tears with his hand the entire time.

You stood up, bracing yourself for the impact as Jungkook crashed into you, and burst into tears, not bothering to wipe them this time, and hugging you for dear life. 

“Oh god, I thought you’d left me for good.” He said, tears still falling out of his eyes and now, on the hoodie. He pulled away to stand with his hands in front of him and looked down at his feet. “I am so sorry for whatever I said, ___. I am so so sorry.” 

You smiled as you stepped forward and took his face in your hands before planting a kiss on his lips, to which he responded eagerly. You pulled away and hugged him, your head on his chest and his arms around your waist. “ I almost made up my mind to not come back, Jungkook. Only, you deserve one chance. I’ll forgive you this time, but please don’t ever hurt me like this again.” You said, your voice breaking. 

 Jungkook put his chin on your head and pulled you against him tighter. “I’m so sorry, ____. Never again. Thank you for coming back.” You smiled into his chest and were relishing the moment until you heard a random duo of teens shouting behind you.

“GAYYYYYYY” 

You rolled your eyes as you pulled away to look at the drunken boys indifferently. 

 "Really? Gay? How the fuck is that even considered an insult?” You growled. 

Jungkook snickered above you knowing what was about to come. He looked at you fondly as you bullied the kids to the extent of making one almost cry and made a silent promise to himself. 

Never again am I doing anything to lose her.


gotta go now bYe

MUCH LOVE 

INFERNO-LOOP

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“We live in a world where billions are spent on physical health and appearance. But yet, mental health and well-being, which are the most important factors that keep all of us moving forward and something that should be given the same level of care and attention as physical health, get ignored and pushed to the side time to time again. I know we would love to look in the mirror and love to see what we see. Sometimes I struggle on a daily basis to see that, but I know that when I look inside my mind, I know that I am happy with where I am at and that’s the most important thing. We need to remember that is so much more important to take care of our mind and our mental health rather than our physical health.”  —  Demi Lovato accepting the Artistic Award of Courage onstage during UCLA Semel Institute’s ‘Open Mind Gala’.

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IMPORTANT!!!! So I know that I’m making comics about Breath of the Wild, but the truth is I actually still don’t know very much about the game, so as strange as this may sound please don’t talk about Breath of the Wild to me!

THE TIME IS APPROACHING! BREATH OF THE WILD COMICS ARE ALMOST HERE! They start June 5th!

This post is important because of the format I’ll be using to present the ideas in the comics. Since there’s no companion character for BOTW, I decided to just make it so that there’s two Links: one for me and one for my friend.

The Link that was the player in any comic will be the one with their hair fully showing, while the Link with their headgear on is the person who was just watching. To also help with recognition, the two Links’ equipment will never change (other than newbie getting better armor after Kakariko). Obviously in game we changed gear to whatever was best for the situation, but it’d be a bit too much of a hassle in my opinion to keep track of which Link was which if I switched up their gear all the time.

Also of note: not everything will be draw to perfect detail! It’s honestly part of my style to simply things and/or go off of memory - I find it more fun that way :>

I hope this all makes sense, and I hope that you all look forward to coming BOTW content! >:D I know I sure am!

Inkstand with A Madman Distilling His Brains

Italian, probably Urbino, ca. 1600
Tin-glazed earthenware
The Metropolitan Museum of Art, NYC

In this whimsical maiolica sculpture, a well-dressed man leans forward in his seat with his head in a covered pot set above a fiery hearth.  The vessel beside the hearth almost certainly held ink.  The man’s actions are explained by an inscription on the chair: “I distill my brain and am totally happy.”  Thus the task of the writer is equated with distillation— the process through which a liquid is purified by heating and cooling, extracting its essence.

I tried, I truly and whole heartily did.
I spent hour after hour writing, rewriting, deleting, and editing hundreds of notes on my phone and thousands of papers with ink staining my skin where he should be.
As everything lays saturated and overflowing with feelings and words, I still cease to find or fit together these thoughts perfectly to help understand and explain what he does to me.
Hours turn to days, I still cannot find one piece of writing, one song, one line from my favorite book, that could ever do him justice.
He has plagued my mind, infected me with all that is good and pure, he is in my veins overriding all my doubts and fears and replacing them with the warmth of your smile
He has shown me things about myself I thought I had lost for good
He taught me to feel the things in both him and myself I never thought could exist outside of fairy tales.
The oceans will never have the waves required to swallow the mountains of love he unearthed from the depths of my soul.
There will never be a strong enough hurricane to drown the strength I’ve gained with him by my side.
The house I have slept and lived in for 15 years could never make me feel as at home as I do when he holds me close.
No matter how many police surround me, no matter how many knives my hands can hold, I will never feel as safe as I do when I find his hand on my knee, his thumb making circles as he drives slower than the speed limit.
With eyes on an empty road and car pointed towards the departure of a writer with her muse.
Yet, even with the view of mountains taunting me with the notion that too soon, I’ll be away from my happiest home
He removes his hand to turn up the music, allowing him to sing along to the music
As I watch him, at a loss of words, I am still reminded that no matter how far, he will ignite a fire in me that will burn hotter than a thousand stars
His eyes, those that which hold such a honey brown beauty that even Shakespeare himself is at a loss for words of how to describe their beauty
While I have never been one to look forward to the future, yet still, as I feel his lips on my forehead, I can see us clear as day in a year from now happier than thought possible.
There isn’t a single combination of words, out of all the quotes, poems and songs, not one can depict and properly show all that he is to me.
He is all that is anything in my life.
His mind is what holds my dreams, it holds the man who cannot be described with words
His hands hold all that I am with a kind of love that engulfs everything around it.
His mouth holds the key to my mind, his smile is a sight that can cause my breath to completely stop
His eyes contain all beauty in the world and with a simple look he makes me fall in love
He is my continuing happiness and strength, he is all my love and inspiration.
Words will never describe who he is to me because everything about my words, what they say, what they mean, how they came to form the way they did, are him.
No words can describe who he is to me, because he is all that my words are meant to be.
Heir of Darkness. {Rhysand}

Took a short break from prompt submissions (thank you, by the way, to those of you who have submitted - y’all have great ideas, and I can’t wait to write them!) to write a short oneshot that I have wanted to write for quite some time. This takes place after Rhysand & Tamlin face off at the Spring court, and they both become High Lords. 


I ran.

I ignored the branches that cut open the skin on my cheeks, and the fog that was filling the land as if it was attempting to hide the atrocity that had just taken place within those boarders. 

I ran.

His face was etched in my mind, permanently, along with the pools of crimson blood that was now staining the marble floor of his manor. My father’s limp body that was slain by his hand, by the hand of my friend.

No, not friend, not anymore, not after his betrayal. My enemy.

I ran.

Their wings were in the study. The wings of my fallen mother, my sister, their greatest love nothing but a trophy in his study. I did not feel bad about his death. I did not feel bad about the world being without the High Lord of Spring.

He was no longer the High Lord, though. Tam was. Tam was the ruler, the master, of those lands. Tamlin, the betrayer, the murderer.

The High Lord of the Spring Court.

And I - 

I ran.

Tears ran down my tanned cheeks, and I cursed myself for letting myself mourn. Not only for my father, my mother, my sister, but for my friend. A friend was lost, a friend was made an enemy. He could have been so good, so kind, but his damned father corrupted him.

No longer a friend, but a murderer.

I ran, I ran, I ran out of anger, out of fear. I ran because of the energy, the newfound magic that was filling my body. I ran for my family. I ran for the border of the Spring Court. I needed to get out of that tainted land. I needed them. I needed my friends. Morrigan, Azriel, Cassian.

I repeated their names in my mind, over and over and over again, as my legs tried to keep up with my racing, panicked mind. My hands were shaking as the rain began to pour from the Spring-filled night. Drops hit the branches around me in a pitter-patter, hit my cheeks camouflaging my display of sorrow.

I felt myself hit the invisible line, the border of the Spring Court. I turned toward where I had come from. I was so young and vulnerable and confused and angry….I fell to my knees, landing in a pile of mud and branches.

Fuck you!” I meant it to come out as a curse, as a threat, but it came out broken, instead. My voice was barely more than a whisper as I broke down, as my body shook with a sob. I told myself to get out of there, that they would be coming for me soon, too. But, I was not ready to accept it.

I wept. My fighting leathers were soaked, covered in dirt and rain and sweat and blood. I screamed, not caring who heard, not caring who came for me. I cursed his name, I cursed the murders that I had committed and the murders of my family. I cursed myself for breaking down, I cursed myself for not being strong enough. I cursed Tamlin, because I thought he was my friend. Because he was kind to me, and I to him.

When I had nothing left in me, I rose to my feet and crossed the border. I shut my eyes, and winnowed home.

I landed in my townhouse’s foyer a minute later, laughter chiming from the sitting room.

“Rhys?” Mor’s voice called. “Is that you?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t answer.

“Rhysaaaaand?” she sang.

I felt hollow. I felt nothing. I felt numb.

A moment of silence, then I heard her rise from the leather couch, her bare feet creating quiet footsteps on the oak floorboards. “Rhys?”

She froze in the doorway, causing my brothers to appear behind her, high on alert.

They took in my expression, my blood-red eyes, my tear-stained cheeks. They took in my clothing, the rain that had soaked in the fabric, the blood that coated every inch of my body. They took in my hands, shaking, and my eyes, terrified.

“Rhysand?” Cassian stepped forward, gently, kneeling down to where I rested on my knees. 

Azriel took a step behind him, wide-eyed and breathing deeply. Mor’s face paled as she shook her head, softly, her blonde curls swaying back and forth. 

I met Cassian’s eyes, which were full of concern, agony, fear. “High Lord.”

He looked confused, glancing back at the other two.

“I am…,” I shook my head, hoping it wasn’t true, hoping it was all a dream, a nightmare, but it wasn’t, it was real. “I am High Lord.”

I couldn’t face them. I couldn’t tell them what I had done, what Tamlin had done. I shut my eyes, pressed them close.

Warmth surrounded me as they knelt around me, and took me in their arms. My friends, my family, now the only people who I had left. Morrigan, Azriel, Cassian….they held me. They held me as if I was a child on the verge of running away, they held me as if I was a fragile, broken, porcelain doll and they were trying to keep me together. They held me as I wept, as I mourned.

The held their new High Lord, who had no idea what he was doing and had everything to learn. They held their brother, their friend.

High Lord. I was High Lord of the Night Court, the Lord of death and darkness and night triumphant. 

And I was terrified.

Image: Elisabeth Moss and Alexis Bledel as Offred and Ofglen in Hulu’s The Handmaid’s Tale.(George Kraychyk/Hulu)

OK, so Hulu released the first three episodes of The Handmaid’s Tale on Wednesday, and while I haven’t seen any yet, I AM looking forward to a solid binge watch. My guess is I’m not the only one, so here are some stories to keep you busy till you can get your binge on:

  • Critic Eric Deggans’ review of the show. (He says it’s an “excellent adaptation …  a horror show unveiled in slow motion.”)
  • A delightful conversation in which three generations of NPR women share their initial impressions of Margaret Atwood’s book.

-Nicole

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“Like elder brother and younger brother”

(Shoma and Keiji’s interview in Quadruple 2017 Extra magazine. Thanks to @chestnutskating for the scans!)

Shoma Uno and Keiji Tanaka have been leading Japanese men’s figure skating since they were juniors, and they finished gold and silver at this season’s Japanese Nationals. Their joint interview became a reality after they finished their segments at Worlds. We got a sneak peak into the 19 and 23 year olds’ raw, true selves which we do not get to see most of the time.

– Well done at the World Championships. Were you in the same room this time?

K + S: Nope, we weren’t.

S: We haven’t roomed together much since we became seniors right?

K: Nope, not normally.

– You roomed together frequently when you were juniors.

S: Yep, that’s right.

K: We did room a lot when we were juniors.

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Homecoming

// In which Alejandro Antonio Bartholomew IV makes his first appearance  in Miami //

This is Part 1 the much awaited sugar daddy Justin series. 

Disclaimer: I am not a spanish speaker therefore I apologize in advanced if there are any grammatical issues.

*Contains Mature Content*

pls enjoy and i hope y'all look forward to this series - drea✨

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anonymous asked:

22 Sterek pretty please And thank you, you wonderful person you

Thank you for the prompt, nonnie! This ended up being two miserable people at a wedding reception, but I figured that was close enough. This is a ‘no Hale fire, everyone is human’ AU. I hope you like it! (On AO3)


“Cheer up, son!” his dad says as he dances past with Natalie, who still looks resplendent despite changing out of her wedding dress. “This is a party!”

Stiles hadn’t even wanted to accept Lydia’s invitation, but his dad had talked him into going, mostly by saying “you always met interesting people at weddings.” Stiles has met no interesting people, and instead has to endure Jackson taunting him for not bringing a date.

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  • me: yeah supergirl is on tomorrow night but I'm not really looking forward to it because season 2 is so much worse than season 1 and I really hate that the writers are romanticizing the abusive relationship they've put Kara in. I probably won't watch it live :/
  • also me: THE 2x15 PROMO IS ALSO TOMORROW NIGHT WHICH MEANS WE WILL SEE LENA LUTHOR AGAIN AND THIS DAMN SHOW KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT TO DO TO BRING ME BACK IN I HATE THIS I AM SO WEAK
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Junior AKA Agent Three x The Avengers


‘The airship was taken down this morning by an anonymous hero, despite the act it has caused several million dollars of damage and cause four people serious harm.’ The news blared as Wanda made herself breakfast.

“What’s that?” Steve asked with a frown.

“Someone has destroyed part of the city, near the Shield facilities.” She muttered, floating her spoon to her mouth as she made a mug of coffee.

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