yea i'm sorry

Y’all know that moment when an OTP totally catches you by surprise?

Like it’s just two characters you’d never think would ever get it on and they just have this scene and something clicks, character a looks at character b differently and you’re just like “wait- hold on… wait wa-WAIT! WAIT!!“ and it just dawns on you that you’re shipping it and you can just feel yourself slowly turn into trash. All you know now is your life is going to be ruined by these two but you’ll love it anyway…


any of you feel that?

hamdipls  asked:

i recently started iscribble and i'm not handling it very well? is there any tips you can give me? its all very strange and new but i like it! thank you for reading this!!!

iscribble is actually very hard !! but even as a restricted user (since youre new) theres so much you can do with the basic tools available. (theyre p much the only ones i use) my tips for beginners is to not take it too seriously and have fun and just play with every tool till u figure out which one works best for your style ! 
i use pen tool, line tool, and area picker (blending) 

example of line tool:

area picker: your BFF for blending

BOTH!! jazz hands

HAMILTON | ACT I | SENTENCE STARTERS

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“You could never back down, you never learned to take your time.”
“He looked at me like I was stupid, I’m not stupid.”
“Talk less. Smile more. Don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for.”
“Fools who run their mouth off wind up dead.”
“Who’s the best? C'est moi!”
“It’s hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets.”
“If you stand for nothing, what’ll you fall for?”
“I will lay down my life if it sets us free.”
“I imagine death so much it feels just like a memory.”
“I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow, for the first time, I’m thinkin past tomorrow.”
“I’m lookin for a mind at work.”
“Excuse me, miss, I know it’s not funny, but your perfume smells like your daddy’s got money.”
“You want a revolution? I want a revelation.”
“Look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now.”
“Chaos and bloodshed are not a solution.”
“It’s hard to listen to you with a straight face.”
“Chaos and bloodshed already haunt us, honestly you shouldn’t even talk.”
“You say the price of my love’s not a price that you’re willing to pay.”
“You’ll be back. Soon you’ll see. You’ll remember you belong to me.”
“When you’re gone I’ll go mad, so don’t throw away this thing we had.”
“When push comes to shove, I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love.”
“Close the door on your way out.”
“Have I done something wrong?”
“Dying is easy, living is harder.”
“But what do we have in common?”
“You walked in and my heart went ‘Boom’!”
“I’m about to change your life.”
“My love for you is never in doubt.”
“I just might regret that night for the rest of my days.”
“I’ll never forget the first time I saw your face.”
“When you said "Hi” I forgot my dang name, set my heart aflame, ev'ry part aflame.“
"You’re like me. I’m never satisfied.”
“He’s a bit of a flirt, but I’m 'a give it a chance.”
“I’m a girl in a world in which my only job is to marry rich.”
“From what I hear, you’ve made yourself indispensable.”
“Well, well, I heard you’ve got someone special on the side.”
“I will never understand you.”
“Love doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints.”
“I am the one thing in life I can control.”
“If there’s a reason I’m still alive when so many have died, then I’m willing to wait for it.”
“Stay alive 'til this horror show is past.”
“I’m a general. Whee!!!!”
“Yeah. He’s not the choice I would have gone with.”
“Don’t do a thing. History will prove him wrong.”
“I can’t disobey direct orders.”
“Pick a place to die where it’s high and dry.”
“Pray that hell or heaven lets you in.”
“Should have shot him in the mouth. That would’ve shut him up.”
“Watch your tone. I’m not a maiden in need of defending, I am grown.”
“My name’s been through a lot, I can take it.”
“The fact that you’re alive is a miracle.”
“I don’t pretend to know the challenges you’re facing.”
“If you could let me inside your heart…”
“I’m never gonna stop until I make 'em drop and burn 'em up and scatter their remains.”
“You have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story.”
“History has it’s eyes on you.”
“So what happens if we win?”
“If this is the end of me, at least I have a friend with me.”
“Oceans rise. Empires fall. It’s much harder when it’s all your call.”
“I swear that I’ll be around for you.”
“Why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room?”
“Why do you write like you’re running out of time?”
“Yo, who the f is this?”
“What are you waiting for? What do you stall for?”
“If I could grant you peace of mind, would that be enough?”
“They are asking me to lead. I am doing the best I can.”

anonymous asked:

i found a text post around tumblr where this guy's roommate came home really drunk and designed an airplane (with all the drawings and calculations and shit) while intoxicated and didn't remember it the next day could u imagine that with cf victor and yuuri tho lmfao

“Okay, okay, look,” Yuuri slurs, lying on Victor’s chest with a notepad held above his head and a pen resting between his fingers. “Look,” he repeats, as though Victor isn’t looking. “See?

“See what?” Victor asks, brushing Yuuri’s hair back out of his eyes. It’s not particularly comfortable, lying like this, but he’s not about to complain. Yuuri is adorable when he’s drunk.

He had been playing some game with Phichit for a few hours, and then he’d come back to their dorm room like this. Immediately, he’d collapsed on top of Victor and started babbling incessantly about a genius breakthrough he’d had. Now, he’s designing an airplane, and is very adamant that Victor pay attention to whatever it is he’s doing. “Look! Look!” he’s insisting.

“I’m looking,” Victor promises.

“See the, um, what’s that part called? The wing! See how the wing is shaped? Like that? That helps,” he informs him, but his serious tone is betrayed by his occasional hiccup. “Listen,” he repeats.

Victor can’t help but laugh, now. “I am listening, Yuuri. I’m listening and looking. I promise.”

“Now if we just… The air resistance…” He starts scribbling formulas.

In an attempt to get him to forget about his airplane, Victor runs his foot up the bottom of Yuuri’s sweatpants, drifts it across his ankle. Yuuri doesn’t even seem to notice. “So you’re designing an airplane?” he asks, because if you can’t beat them, join them.

Yuuri shifts on top of him–it’s incredibly distracting. “Mmm,” he agrees. A second later, he thrusts his drawing in front of him, admiring it. “Done.”

“Done?”

As if an afterthought, he adds a few more numbers with little arrows pointing to pieces of the plane. Then, he puts the paper down on the bed and turns onto his side, his entire weight still resting on Victor. Victor wraps his arms around him, keeps their legs tangled together. “Goodnight, Yuuri.”

“You’re so nice, Vitya,” he mumbles against Victor’s chest. “So nice. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

~

“Who wrote this?” Yuuri asks the following morning, holding up his airplane design. Then, he pauses, and slowly but surely brings the paper closer to his eyes. “This design is actually intuitive.”

“You made it last night,” Victor reminds him. “You don’t remember?”

“I made this?”

“You’re even smarter than me when you’re drunk,” he teases, gripping Yuuri’s hips with his hands and looking at the paper over his shoulder. “Except, there is a drool stain on my shirt.”

Yuuri turns in his arms and then cringes when he sees the prominent stain on Victor’s chest. Then, though, he seems to identify his mischievous smile and nudges his shoulder instead of being embarrassed. “Well, you’re a good pillow.”

“I like being your pillow. Can I major in that? Yuuri Katsuki’s pillow. Whenever you want to design airplanes while drunk again, just let me know. Or if you want to do something else while lying on top of me…” He pauses, lets the meaning behind his words settle in. “Let me know.”

“I’m up for doing something else while lying on top of you.”

Victor perks up. “You are?”

“Like playing games on my phone, reading a book, talking to Makkachin…”

“Yuuri.”

“I’m kidding.” He takes his hand and squeezes it, then leads him to the bed. “Really though, that design wasn’t bad. Remind me to show it to Phichit later.”

anonymous asked:

I will seductively lie next to you on your couch and aggressively whisper figure skating terms into your ears

It’s a common proverb, to think before one speaks.

(Perhaps Yuuri’s issue is that he speaks, then thinks.)

“Please forget that I said that,” he begs Victor, burying his face in his hands in a desperate attempt to keep his coach from seeing his flushed cheeks. “That was… It made sense in my head, I didn’t mean it… Um, I didn’t mean it like you think that I meant it.”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” Victor promises. “I’ve been told that before, you know. Plenty of times.”

Yuuri peers at him between his fingers. “You have?”

“No,” he admits, then chuckles. “At least, not so directly.”

If Yuuri could shrink, could disappear, then he would. He considers making a beeline for the door, but that might only worsen the situation, so he stays where he is, hopes that Victor will drop the subject.

Victor puts a hand on his shoulder and the touch is so unexpected that Yuuri jumps, but doesn’t move away, meeting his eyes and searching desperately for any sign of mercy. He knows by now, though, that Victor seems to have a selective memory, and that he’ll never forget this. “I’m flattered, though. That you think my accent is so sexy.

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