I finished the book in less than 24 hours, compulsively turning page after page, needing to know what would happen next, who to trust, how it would all end. And, at the end, I’ve come to a conclusion, they’re both fucked up people.
“It’s huge commitment to sign on three films when you’re fourteen, which really means you are giving up ten years of your life and dedicating to acting. And that’s a hard to decision to make when you’re that young because who knows what can happen in the next hour, not to say the next ten years.”
I’m fucking crying bc of the anti ks tag I swear y'all are so extra like, bruh. I can’t even kill a fly I won’t fucking kill anyone just because I read this. I’m not gonna shame anyone but I have read things that made me think of taking my eyes out and putting them back on just to confirm that I read that with my own two eyes but anyway.
Yes, we do like the plot bc have you even read the two first chapters before saying anything? Dude that shit makes you think of who a person can truly be and makes you wanna know what happens next after a really fucking crazy ass moment that ends with a cliff hanger, like what the fuck happened to bum or what is going to do with that girl and things like that. And the art? I’m majoring in arts (especifically music and theatre but I have art classes too so I know what the fuckity fuck I am talking about for once in my life) and it’s amazing, so no, we’re not psychopaths with a fetish or something like that.
Another topic that leaves me on the ground rolling for air is the yoonbum x sangwoo topic. The fuck is wrong with those people that say that if you ship those two you are a horrible person and that you should kill yourself?? And wait, hold on a second, you said to someone to kill themselves over a ship that it’s fictional, who the fuck here is the real psychopath now huh?? Anyway, what I was saying, yoonbum and sangwoo both are fucking fictional characters that doesn’t exist in real life and are not going to fucking murder or stalk you in any way and of course not a single person in there is suffering for real (except me every time I read it I swear to god). I personally don’t ship them bc I like Sangwoo x jail and Yoonbum x therapist but that doesn’t mean that I should F U C K I N G DISR ES P E CT SO ME O N E’S O P I NI ON AB O U T IT FO R F U C KIN G FR EE. If someone ships them it’s alright. If someone doesn’t it’s alright too and if you don’t fucking like Killing Stalking don’t make an anti blog, block the tag, don’t comment negative things on someone’s blog about it and go on with your fabulous and sweet fantastic life.
I don’t care if you think it’s horrible and a taboo topic just go on with your life and stop being immature and a hater. Tumblr really needs to fucking chill a lil bit.
I’m actually glad that Yuri isn’t in first already, because it gave him the opportunity to see himself not as the top, and not as the worst and a repeat of the previous year. He’s succeeded in gaining that confidence and ability to understand how the performances WORK.
It also gives the others a chance to really SHINE. Yurio doing so well after so much character growth? Amazing. Seeing Phichit’s past and Yuri’s support for him? Beautiful. Seeing JJ fail? Made him realise that as long as he challenges himself, then no matter what his score is, he’s not a weakling who should be mocked.
I don’t know what’s going to happen next, but the suspense is GOOD. It’s the same thing everyone in-universe is feeling.
I want the wait over. I want to see the FS tomorrow.
Buy I also don’t actually care who wins gold. If Yuri wins gold, it’d be so good. But if Yurio or Phichit or Otabek or Chris won, they’d deserve it too. They’ve all come so far. And that’s the magic thing about Yuri on Ice - there were never any villains, only friends we hadn’t met yet. And how many shows of ANY kind can you say something like that about?
You felt tears pricking at the edges of your eyes. You hated
Nate yelling at you. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, it was bad. You
respected Nate as a father figure and almost a mentor, but he sometimes got
angry at things that seemed like no big deal. You pushed your way out of the
back room of the Brew Pub and then hurried out the front door and out onto the
chilly sidewalk. You weren’t sure where you were going; you just wanted to be
as far away from the team (especially Nate) as possible.
Imagine if Blizzard does an Overwatch April fools event.
There’s an update but the only reasoning is ‘minor bug fixes’
You start on defense and for whatever reason pick Trobjorn. It starts normal, the point starts getting crowded and suddenly your alt becomes ready, you mash the button and…
“RYUJIN NO KEN WO KURAE!”
Suddenly Genji’s sword is in Trobjorn’s hands, he’s dashing around the point slashing at anything that moves.Everyone in chat is yelling. Another ult goes off, an extra set of armor launches off of a mercy and it explodes.
Chaos ensues. Sometimes without warning you’ll swap heros in the middle of a firefight, no one knows what’s happening or who is who anymore.
The next day everything is normal, with no explanation.
I love how the Nanbaka fans that have read the manga are all like “Oooh could it be ;))) next episode ;))))) ooh what will happen next episode~ who ;))))) knows ;)” and those who haven’t read it are like “WHAT” 😀😂😂
Aqours AU again but this time focused on RikoYou ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Chika, You, and Kanan form a team called, CYK Service, they help people with almost anything. One day, Riko broke her sink lmao poor cinnamon roll and call Chika for help but she’s in the middle of the work with Kanan, so she send You to go and help Riko with her problem. What happen next? Who knows~ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
If Zayn could just tweet out a congratulatory message to 1D... I would consider it an ot5 win.
Well, of course! That would be lovely to see, wouldn’t it? And hey, who really knows what could happen one minute from the next? Between being “proud of my boys” with Drag Me Down, and saying he thought it was “cool how they were nostalgic about the memories we shared together” when the History music video first came out, Zayn’s pretty much still very thankful of the relationship he had—and hopefully may rekindle—with his boys. There’s really no denying that.
If he decides to congratulate them? Wonderful, I couldn’t be happier! If he doesn’t? That’s fine…not ideal, but fine. Thats not indicative of anything, good or bad. The boys valued Zayn’s presence in the video, and Zayn valued the boy’s decisions to honor that presence. There’s nothing bad, or malicious, or angry surrounding the meaning of this video. I love that, I can appreciate that. In terms of an award based on a *music video*, Zayn being included in that video is just as important, yeah? Can we call it an ot5 victory? Who’s to say you can’t? But I’m proud of the boys; not just for tonight, not just for the award, but for being who they are, and holding so much meaning and love behind everything they do.
It all started 14-12-2014 with simple love hearts and a ship name and now we’ve ended up here, 22-3-2016 with a full blown kiss on the lips (admittedly closed mouth but at the rate they’ve been going these past few months, who knows what’s gonna happen next? *suggestively winks and nudges*)
I see it more like one person, or multiple people, watching us play out our lives as they program different situations into the simulation. We are models that are programmed to believe we have our own thoughts, but everything is pre-made so that the things controlling us know what will happen, who we will be, and what comes next.
They choose what we want and what we can be. All of our choices wouldn’t even matter. Or, what if I am alone, and all of you are just programs talking to me?
*Whispers* I don't know if it's ok for me to ask again, but Yaku please because that post and the Fanfic both left me needing more ahh
Yes absolutely you can ask again!!!
Morisuke stared at the open casket. He didn’t want to see Tetsurou like that - pale, unmoving, wearing that high-collared button down he hated because it was the only shirt they could put him in that would hide the damage to his throat. Morisuke hated that shirt; it was hideous, green and yellow, and he didn’t want to see Tetsurou wearing it. “Would you like a tissue?” Morisuke paused and looked up. He hadn’t even realized that his eyes had stared to tear up, but here was this stranger who’d obviously noticed. Morisuke nodded, and was handed a tissue. He turned away to hide his tears, only for the stranger’s hand to come to rest on the small of his back. The stranger’s thumb moved in soothing circles against his spine, like he expected Morisuke to lean back into the touch. But that hand was way too low on his back to be friendly, especially for a complete stranger. Morisuke scowled, his fingers clenching and crumpling the tissue. He took three sharp, angry steps forward and whirled around to glare at the completely fake-innocent, politely-surprised expression of the stranger. “Don’t you dare fucking touch me,” Morisuke spat. Murmurs spread through the people around them, but he didn’t care. “My best friend is dead, and I don’t even recognize you. So what the hell do you think you’re doing trying to grope my ass at his funeral?” His voice rose to a shout as he continued, and on the last word, he hurled the crumpled - and damp - tissue at the stranger. Silence fell. Something that might have been interest flickered in the stranger’s eyes, and he bowed. “I apologize. That was not my intention. Tetsu was an old business rival of mine. He and I used to hunt together when we were younger, and I respected his skill in tracking as much as his business sense, although we grew apart the last few years. I only meant to try to comfort one of his grieving friends,” the man said, his voice soft but carrying to the whole room. Morisuke studied him for a moment, then sighed and turned away. “Just don’t do it again.” “Would you like another tissue?” Morisuke froze and glanced over his shoulder. The stranger was watching him, something sharp in his gaze. “What?” “You threw the one I gave you in my face. So would you like another? I have a whole pack,” the stranger offered. Morisuke hesitated, and the man held out a small packet of tissues. “Here. I only came to pay my respects; I can’t stay much longer. Take them,” he urged. Morisuke scowled, then snatched the packet from the man’s grasp. “Thanks,” Morisuke said grudgingly. The stranger smiled, and Morisuke’s heart stuttered. The man was really handsome, he noticed now that he wasn’t pissed at him. His hair was perfectly combed, his eyes narrow and intelligent. Morisuke found himself scowling less as the man turned away. And if Morisuke’s eyes followed him as he walked out, well, it was really only in Kuroo’s memory that Morisuke watched the man leave. Morisuke started to turn back toward the casket, and reality crashed back over him. He remembered that he couldn’t bear to see his friend like that - god, he wished he could see Kuroo smirk and hear him tease him one last time, he couldn’t see his body, he just couldn’t - and glanced over his shoulder. The stranger was almost out the door. One more heartbroken glance in the direction of his friend’s body, and Morisuke caught sight of Kuroo’s childhood friend Kenma approaching the casket. Morisuke couldn’t stand to see Kenma alone right now. He crossed the room and put an arm around Kenma’s shoulders, silently offering the packet of tissues. Kenma sniffled, took one, and mumbled something. “What?” Morisuke leaned closer, trying to hear. “I said tomorrow you should call that guy,” Kenma mumbled. “I’ve seen him around Kuro a lot, and they bickered. But you and Kuro bickered too. You need something to take your mind off-” “Kenma, it’s not like I’m getting numbers from people. It’s a funeral, not a speed dating event,” Morisuke muttered. Kenma smiled slightly and pulled what looked like a business card out of the tissue packet. “Daishou’s a realtor,” Kenma mumbled. “Kuro would want you to-” “Kuroo would want to be alive,” Morisuke snapped. Kenma flinched, and Morisuke instantly felt guilty. “Oh, no, no, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-” “It’s fine. You’re right. But I’m right, too. Call him tomorrow,” Kenma insisted, tucking the card into Morisuke’s pocket.