will this be localized sob

my pupper grew out of a lot of harnesses and collars etc. so i’m sitting on the kitchen floor making a package of various goodies for the local animal shelter and crying like a doofus over these pups

i am too emotional for this i wanna be stupid rich so i can donate and/or adopt all the strays

help out your local shelters if you have the ability please sob

8

“Water okay?”
“Yeah, you’re alright, I’ll get it,”
“Nonononono, I’ll get it, i’ll get it,”

anonymous asked:

So... I watched yoi, then ended upon youtube binging on figure skating videos. Do you have advice on how to start following this amazing sport? Like, when are the first competitions coming up? Is there anything really important I should know (like, in a figure skating sub culture)?

Your timing couldn’t be more perfect! I have been thinking about doing an intro for new figure skating fans for a while… I know a ton of posts like this exist already, but one more doesn’t hurt, right?

Let’s do this! *rolls up sleeves*

(By the way, if any other skating fans spot any mistakes, please let me know so I can correct them.)


“Watching IRL Faceplants!!! on ICE” 101 for Yuri on Ice fans! (And any other newbies)

Originally posted by yoichiidesu

First of all, I advise you to follow the wonderful, sent-by-the-gods blog @soyouwanttowatchfs . As the name suggests, they share information on watching and following competitive figure skating, introductions to skating rules, schedules, streaming info, etc. I’m going to reference them a lot here!

The team is also super helpful and answer questions, though make sure that what you’re asking about isn’t already explained in their guides or FAQ. Right now, it’s smack in the middle of the competitive season and they tend to get a metric ton of asks.

There is also an affiliated blog, @soyouwanttolearnfs , for those looking to start skating yourselves — competitively or just for fun and exercise!

I’m not going to cover basic skating rules because YOI already does that, but if you’re curious about more details, there are always the handy intro guides linked above. I’m going to quickly talk about the other skating disciplines, the competitive season, how to watch competitions and how to dip your feet into the fandom. Also look out for the skaters in the funny gifs: they’re worth following closely!


Game Mode: Single-Player or Co-op?

There are four main competitive disciplines in figure skating:

  • Men’s singles: covered extensively in the anime.
  • Ladies’ singles: yes, ladies’, not women’s. Antiquated gender norms, I guess.
  • Pairs: two skaters (per ISU rules, specifically a man and a woman. Antiquated couple norms, I guess) performing together. Includes jumps in unison, lifts, throws, death spirals, and other elements that give me mini cardiac arrests.
  • Ice Dance: like pairs, but obligatorily dancing to the beat of the music and not the melody/words. Also does not include jumps, throws and death spirals (for which my heart is thankful).

There is also the always-forgotten synchronized skating. Think synchronized swimming, but the water is frozen and people wear knife-shoes. It’s not an Olympic discipline, but there are major ISU competitions for it.

*Awkward segue* …the much talked-about ISU is the International Skating Union, by the way. They make much of the rules. Expect to see a lot of people cursing them!

Originally posted by hanyuedits

(Right to left: Shoma Uno and Yuzuru Hanyu admiring the plastic Marseille GPF medals. If you look closely, you can catch a glimpse of the superhuman cryptid Nathan Chen.)


The McFreaking Competitive Season

Figure skating seasons take place around the northern hemisphere winter months (for obvious reasons), roughly from August to April. In terms of major competitions, the typical season looks like this (courtesy of this post​):

  • Oct/Nov: the YOI-famous Grand Prix series (GP series), consisting of Skate America, Skate Canada, Rostelecom Cup, Trophée de France, Cup of China, and the NHK Trophy. They are invitational.
  • Early Dec: the Grand Prix Final (GPF), which caps off the GP series (and the first half of the season) by pitting the top 6 skaters/pairs of each discipline against each other.
  • Late Dec/Jan: the national championships (Nats) of each country, which is one of the top factors that determines which skaters will represent the country in international competitions. The ones that get the most attention are Japan, Russia, US and Canada.
  • Late Jan: the European Championships (Euros), consisting unsurprisingly of European skaters (including Russians).
  • Feb: the Four Continents Championships (4CC), consisting of skaters from, well, the remaining four continents.
  • March/early April: the World Championship (Worlds). Pretty self-explanatory. Also marks the end of the season.

Now, despite YOI making such a big deal of the GPF, it’s only the third most prestigious competition. The second is Worlds, and once every four years, the Winter Olympic Games take place and a general bloodbath ensues.

If you’re lucky enough to live in a country that actually gets some low temperatures (unlike me *ugly sobbing*), search around to see if there are local skaters and competitions you can follow. If you’re lucky, they might appear on local/national TV, and if you’re extra extra lucky, you could nab tickets to watch them in person!

So, when I say you arrived just in time, I mean that nationals have just ended, the European Championships are about to begin (25-29 Jan) (click for schedule + streaming info) and 4CC is on the horizon! We’ll be having a lot of fun over the next few weeks!

[Information on how to actually watch this nightmare and engage with the skating fam fandom below the cut]

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Tua alma que espero
no abraçar das colinas
no fim do dia belo
e no espelhar da lua neve.
Junto a Tua tangencia
que há anos não sinto
hoje descaída,
quero que releve
talvez porquê minto
por não saber muito
a razão de me estar
na presença do tempo
que nem sei o contar.
Da ilustre ousadia
de adorações tão vastas
que enchem-me de apreço
tua voz, certamente, alastra
tão certa, calma e ciana
distinta de todas. E me ama
tua luz calmamente,
influente em torno.
com teus belos trilhos.
belos ciclos, é morno
todo com muito adorno
tens uma iminência
que amo contar,
que recebi bem
que sei que sou teu
e como todos,
o céu que permite,
ver ou sentir sob estar
me permite encontrar
um local bem pertinho
que eu revese com tantos
mas que possa voltar
sempre que puder.
pra sentir,
pra amar.
pra adorar.

Willians Souza, Poucos vão tão contemplar. Em psalms próprios

The Firsts | Realization of Love

#19. Time They Realize They Love You | Rafael Barba
Requested by: Anon
Characters: Barba/Reader, Rollins
Word Count: 1,275
Warnings: None


“Where the hell is she?” Barba barked, pushing through the doors to the emergency room with a vengeance. His eyes landed on Rollins first and he stormed over. His dress shoes pounded against the floor with each step heavy as the fear that played on his heart. Amanda rose, holding a hand out to try and stop him from barreling over her. A throaty growl escaped his throat as he locked eyes with her. He spoke through gritted teeth, “I asked you a question, Detective.”

“I know you did,” she breathed quietly. “It was a chase gone bad. They got too close or, maybe we were too far back; perp grabbed ‘em. It all happened so quickly, I don’t even know how to explain it. Olivia is talking to the doctor now. She should be back and can ans-”

Rafael stepped away from Rollins mid-sentence, his eyes darting through the waiting room until he eyed a young nurse at the counter. His stride quickened as he approached her, “Excuse me.”

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Aaaaand here’s the final piece of WoY fanart I’ll likely make for a long time.

If by some dumb chance someone who worked on the show sees this; thank you. From the first teaser until the finale it’s been nothing but pure bliss. There likely won’t ever be a character I’ll relate to as much as Lord Hater, who certainly helped me realize how futile ones temper can be and that sometimes it’s better to accept one was wrong and face the music.

This show, with its incredible art direction and writing, helped inspire me many times and now I’ve created a slew of characters of my own, with stories that will hopefully be told in the future, one way or another. I don’t think it would have shaped up the way it did without a grandiose source of inspiration like WoY that time after time made me itch to draw and write down ideas after watching episodes.

I’ll be studying animation in Ireland in the near future and I’ve heard some of the shows animation was done there. Maybe I get the chance to meet some of the incredibly talented people who made this show a reality one day. It would be a great honor.

Anyhow, I’m getting emotional and going on and on. Bottom line is, thank you for bringing the greatest in the galaxy to me. Thank you for filling this show with gorgeous imagry, fantastical locales, thrills, laughs, occasional sobs and above all, kindness.

Also thank you to other fans as well, for being as passionate about this as I am, for the occasional fantheory, the wonderful fanart shared and for not letting the shows cancellation bring down the mood.

Regardless of what Lord Hater may think and say, the truth is that all of you guys are

THE GREATEST

IN THE GALAXYYYYYYYY~!!!

hey you, yeah the beautiful you—

Title: hey you, yeah the beautiful you (#002)
Pairing: Wonwoo/Mingyu (Meanie), side Seungcheol/Jihoon (Jicheol)
Words: 4,508 words
Notes: also know as that florist and tattoo artist au that no one asked for and is terribly written. it started as a whim back in september and it grew to be 4k words long. wtf but yeah. i had no idea how to end it so it’s abrupt and awkward and weird but yeah. unbeta-ed piece of writing but i hope you will enjoy/enjoyed it.  

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folkkvangr replied to your post “so… Leia wearing black means she is on the fucking WAR PATH?”

i have a serious take on this and a silly one. the serious one goes that anakin wearing black becomes a warning for all new governments that if they fail their people, the shadow is always lingering, waiting to swallow them. the silly one has a jingle and is aired on holonets and goes “are you tired of your local government? is it about time for a just revolt of the people? then call 1-800-ekkreth, and we’ll send a genuine Skywalker straight to your local government!”

Help I am sobbing with laughter.

(Meanwhile Padme’s ghost is also cackling with laughter, and she will not stop trolling Anakin’s dreams and teasing him about the fact that he’s become, like, the defender of democracy now.

At first he’s just excited to see her, and also intensely guilty, but eventually it becomes normal enough that he starts getting annoyed, until finally he’s just like, “Ugh, Padme, I still don’t care about democracy. I just care about people being free.”

Padme just looks at him and then smirks, really slowly. “Sure,” she says. “Whatever you want to call it.”)

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Morcia - first kiss after a near-death experience. :D

Hello :D  And thank you :D  I love me some Morcia.










She’s sitting in her office when it happens.  Spinning a little on her chair, twirling her pen, smiling as his voice in her earpiece tells her she’s wonderful.  She starts to tell him she knows she is, and then there’s a shot.  Just as she processes that, there’s another.  “Derek,” she says, panic clutching at her chest.  “Derek?  Can you hear me?  What was – are you there?”

Nothing.  Tears fill her eyes and spill over instantly, and she keeps the line open and does what she has to with the other – calls for an ambulance, gives them his location, then calls Hotch.  She tells him what happened, sobs that he needs to tell her as soon as he knows what’s going on.  “I promise,” he says evenly.  “As soon as I know.”

And he does – he calls to tell her Derek is in hospital, in surgery, and she can get on a flight ASAP.  He’s spoken to Strauss.  She thanks him profusely, so many times he actually has to tell her to hang up and go to the airport, and she tries not to let herself acknowledge how bad it must be for Hotch to tell her to get on a flight…

She’s lucky – she’s able to get on a plane almost right away.  He’s still in surgery when she arrives, and she drops to a chair in the waiting room with JJ’s arm around her shoulders.  “We got the unsub,” JJ explains, and Penelope nods – that’s what Derek was telling her.  What she doesn’t know is how he managed to get himself shot after the case was over.  “Gang member,” JJ says, cutting straight to the point, her voice tense.  “High, thought Derek was there for him.  Locals got him.”

Sobbing, she turns her face into JJ.  Nobody is saying how bad it is and she can’t find the words to ask, so she just sits there, terrified, JJ’s hands making slow circles on her back.


When he’s out of surgery, the doctor says they can see him, and Hotch lets Penelope go first, even squeezes her shoulder as she walks into the room.  “Derek?” she whispers, as she gets closer to the bed.  She sweeps her eyes over his heart rate monitor, numerous other things he’s attached to that she can’t identify…  He opens his eyes and turns his head a fraction toward her.  “Hi,” she says softly, tears slipping down her cheeks as she closes her hand around his.

“Hey,” he croaks, and she pours him a cup of water, holds the straw while he drinks.  “What are you doing here?”

She smiles, cups his cheek with a gentle hand.  “Somebody shot my best friend and knight in shining armour,” she says softly, her voice cracking with tears.  “You thought I’d stay in my cave?”

He smiles, brings a hand up to hold hers on his face and turns a little to kiss her palm.  “I’m glad you’re here,” he tells her.

She wipes tears from her face with her sleeve.  “I was so scared,” she whispers.  “I thought – when you didn’t say anything, I…”

He nods, squeezes her hand.  “I know.  I’m sorry.”  She shakes her head and he squeezes again.  “I went down thinking of you,” he says softly, his eyes not quite on hers.  “I could hear your voice.  And I thought…”  He closes his eyes and she mops up more tears.  “Penelope?”

“Yeah?” she whispers, stroking his cheekbone with her thumb.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” she says softly.

He nods, opens his eyes to meet hers, brings her hand back to his lips and kisses her knuckles, one by one, his eyes wide and searching and trusting.  She can actually feel the realisation dawn across her face, the thought of him loving her like this sweeping joyously though her.  “God, Derek, I love you.”

She brings her other hand to his face, cups his jaw as she leans down slowly with a question in her eyes – his hand slides into her hair, brings her closer, and their lips meet softly, parted just enough that they breathe together.  They both have tears in their eyes when she pulls back.  “Penelope?”

“Yeah?”

“If it’s okay with you, I’d like to do that more often.”

mcfiant  asked:

my url bitch

LET  PLUTO  LOVE  YOU   -    accepting  !!

ooc.  NEAL  NEAL  NEAL  !!!!!   NEAL  DESERVES  THE  WORLD  &&  HAPPINESS  !!!  my  secret  uncle  tbh   like,  where  do  i  begin  with  you,  holy  fuck………………..   i  love  your  amami  too  much,  i  love  your  headcanons,  i  love  your  personality,  i  love  how  you  look  ????   MY  NEAL  !!   MY   NEAL,   BOOGIE  WOOGIE  WOOGIE  !!!  fuck  me  up,  i’d  legit  die  for  you   &&   your happiness……….  i  appreciate  you  so  much,  like  fuck  ,,,,  local  14  year  old  cutiepie  makes  a  18 year  old  planet  sob  a  lot   &&   question   life….  i  love  you  neal,  god  bless  you,  live  on  &&  please lets  remain  friends  for  longest  of  long  time  !!

anonymous asked:

What about the ladies of overwatch learning that there s/o died in a mission except it was a plan by winston and the S/o to Fool talon and the s/o reappear to save the day and saying to their lovers. " sorry about my death. it mostly was winston idea"

Tracer: She’d been a mess since she learned about your death. She sat for hours, staring at the wall, her eyes red and puffy from crying so much. The team’s little sunshine faded. She didn’t bother leaving her room, barely eating, every single day, at the hour she had learned about you not making it out alive, she would think about disconnecting her chronal accelerator. Lena didn’t want to feel anymore. She felt numb. When she was sent on a perilous mission, she could only be glad that she’d found a worthy reason to die. Lena found herself on the barrel end of a shotgun, and just as her opponent was about to pull the trigger, you came in, defending your love from a tragic fate.

She looks at you like she’s seen a ghost, and quite frankly, it feels like it to her. She blinks once, twice, not sure if she’s hallucinating. When she realises that you’re awake and alive, she pounces on your, her arms around your waist as she sobs uncontrollably, begging you not to ever do this again.

Widowmaker: She knew that your job was dangerous. She knew that death was inevitable, but still, when they told her that you were gone, it was like losing herself all over again. Amélie lost both you and herself that day. The pain was so unbearable that she felt what she regained of her former self fade into darkness all over again. She became even more reckless, crueller. You were the light of her life, you showed her how to feel again. She spends time with Zenyatta, hoping that perhaps the monk could help her salvage what crumbs of humanity she had left. When the headquarters are under attack, she’s already ready to face her death. She doesn’t blink when an enemy holds a knife to her throat. Widowmaker just wonders why she’s not dead already. You arrive just in time to save the French sniper. At first, she doesn’t move, she’s like paralysed. You carry her out from the burning headquarters. Everything feels surreal to Amélie, like some sort of twisted dream. When you reassure her that you’re fine, and explain her the reason of your fake death, she grabs you by your collar and pull you in a heated kiss, as if she was afraid that you were going to vanish.

Symmetra: She refused to believe that you died. She just refused to. She told everyone how unlikely it was for an agent such as you to die on this kind of missions. Satya waits for you every night, sitting on your shared bed, reading a book, just waiting for you to come home to her and Ruby, her cat.

After a while, the realisation that you might have actually died flies around her mind. She buries herself in work, she refuses to consider this option. You promised her that you’d never leave her, and she trusted you, believed you, so she waited. She missed you so much. She smelled your pillow before going to sleep, when she was actually getting some sleep. When danger arose on what seemed to just another routine mission, she didn’t expect you to come and save her life. As the dust settled down, she was able to actually see who saved her. When she recognises you, she smiles proudly, glad that her lover came back to her. She doesn’t even bother to brush away the tears running down her face. She runs to you and embraces you.

Pharah: She was restless. She punched the wall when they told her about your passing. She didn’t attend the ceremony held in your honour, she was too busy flying over to the wall where you supposedly met your tragic end. Fareeha had already thought she’d lost her mother, she wouldn’t have her lover pull the same shit on her. She spends countless hours looking for you, for a body. The thought of your empty casket in the cold hard ground is enough to make her clench her fists tightly.

She acts on impulsion, she doesn’t even bother visiting Angela for weekly check-ups. She refuses to sleep in your shared room, she just can’t bring herself to be near what reminds her of you. The pain is all too vivid. Her mother makes sure that her daughter doesn’t seriously injure herself, and tries to talk with her, but Fareeha’s answers are now monosyllabic. During a particularly high risk mission, as she’s about to rain justice for one last time, you tackle her to the ground, effectively saving her life. When she looks up to who stopped her, her brain stops working. She just lets herself go completely limp. She just lets you hold her tightly as she lets the silent sobs rack her body.

Ana: She’s devastated to learn about her love’s passing. She knows this feeling of emptiness all too well. Ana was scared of getting attached because she didn’t want to lose anyone else, but she couldn’t resist love. She knew that she’d never regret loving you, even if losing you almost broke her all over again. She relied on her friends and on her daughter, she knew she couldn’t make it through without help, no matter how stubborn she could be. When she’s in life threatening danger, and you just come swooping in and saving her from harm’s way, she’s unsure whether she should laugh or cry. She jokes that you two should start a ‘fake your death’ social group. Will give Winston a serious lecture about warning her before pulling this kind of things on his poor friends.

Zarya: She’s angry with herself for not protecting you. She isolates herself from others, and inks your name on her chest. She pushes herself further and further, endangering herself almost daily. Aleksandra lost so much, losing you is an extremely hard blow. She doesn’t make jokes or impersonations anymore, when she show up in the mess, she silently sits at a remote table, alone.  When she’s cornered and knows that her time has come, she just pats the tattoo on her chest, and looks up to the sky. She recites the wedding vows she wrote for you, and touches the rings she had kept on a necklace. Just as she’s about to meet her fate, you take down her opponents and save her. Just as you turn around, ready to explain her what happened, you see her getting down on one knee, tears running down her face, as she tries not to shake, extending her hand towards you.

Might hit Winston on the back of the head.

Mei: As soon as she hears the news, she looks herself up in her lab. She reappears a few hours later, looking incredibly tired. Mei-Ling lost her smile, Snowball tried to cheer her up, but to no avail. It takes her days to actually talk without having her voice breaking. She attends the ceremony with Snowball, she tries to think of happy memories, not to let the hurt of losing you soil the happy memories you two had.

When you rush in to save the day, she can’t believe her eyes. She doesn’t believe in ghosts, but in this moment, she doesn’t care whether or not this is real. She just runs into your arms and holds you close, wishing that she won’t ever have to face this. Freezes Winston’s stock of peanut butter.

Mercy: OH BOY PLEASE HELP OUR ANGEL WIFEY. She doesn’t even say a word when Jack tells her. She quietly exits the room, she tries not to show the others how broken their medic is. Angela tries to keep smiling, but it’s so hard. She doesn’t show the others how much losing you hurt her, until one day, she tries her best to laugh at one of Reinhardt’s jokes, but in the middle of this faked laugh, she just starts sobbing. This sight broke the team’s poor heart, as they had to witness their local guardian angel collapse into a sobbing mess. Her sleep schedule is a mess, she cries in her shower.

When you come back to her, saving her from an enemy sniper, she looks at you dumbfounded, before her face scrounges, as she tries to keep herself from crying. She has seen way too many of her dead friends come back in less than pleasant forms. For a moment, she was afraid that you had pulled a ‘Reaper’ on you, and held you on the bad end of her blaster, even though it wasn’t much of a threat with how hard she was shaking. After you reassure her that you’re still yourself, she throws herself at you, her ear firmly locked on your chest, as she listened to your heartbeat.

D.Va: Hana broke down when she was told of her love’s death. She didn’t care about pride or anything, she felt like the ‘nothing really matters’ line in Bohemian Rhapsody was written for her. Nothing really mattered to her anymore. She didn’t care about playing her games that much. She kept on doing so for her fans, but she really didn’t feel like it anymore. She just gazed out of her window all day, listening to sad music all day, locked in her room, getting out only when she was out of food. She doesn’t even shower anymore.

When she’s out on a recon mission and her mech gets crushed, she knows her minutes are numbered. But she didn’t expect you to come in and save her. She looked at you as if you were going to vanish into thin air, before rushing towards you, clinging onto you, her legs around your waist as she sobbed against your neck, pounding your chest with her shaking fists, begging you never to leave her in Korean. She’d be extra clingy and affectionate for a while. Will definitely scream at Winston.

Hello, this header is rushed;;

So I am tight on time, but I am also tight on money, and i’d like to get a bike real soon. Preferably before summer ends ;u;.

Additional info:
-Will not do mecha, furry, or gore
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