you get a tuesday and you get a tuesday

My Yuri!!! On Ice HCs

Okay, this show is just so beautiful. It takes two people and shows a developmental healthy relationship, between two men nonetheless, and it’s just groundbreaking~!

Anyways here are my lovely head canons for Yuuri and Viktor as they get their own place~.

(( Warning: Cute fluffy, domestic stuff coming your way! ))

Yuuri and Viktor cooking together:

- Viktor would be in the kitchen, and Yuuri comes in like, “Hey do you need any help?” Then the cute “wife and husband” acts ensue. (Yuuri wears a cute poodle apron when he cooks)

- Yuuri is trying to be serious when he’s helping, and all Viktor wants to do is mess around now that his “cute little piggy” is helping him. (slaps on Yuuri’s butt happen occasionally.)

- Be careful going there on Tuesdays. That’s Pasta Tuesday for them.

- If you wanna get caught in a pasta sauce fight between them, then that’s fine.

- It starts with Viktor putting the sauce on Yuuri’s nose and it escalates from there.

- The sauce gets E.V.E.R.Y.W.H.E.R.E. (“How did we get pasta sauce on the ceiling…?”)

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steve comforts you - imagine

requested by @girlsandgangsofficial - thank u for being so patient!
warnings: (implications about sex but nothing more than fluff here)

Nothing would’ve prepared you for what probably had been the shittiest day of your life. Was it even possible for so many things to go wrong in a single day? You expected that day to be relatively the same to any other day - it was just an ordinary Tuesday. You expected to wake up early, have your cup of coffee and get to school at a decent time. You’d sit through every shitty class and suffer through detention for occasionally skipping a few. Then you’d get driven home by Steve before he goes off to work his shift of the DX that day. Granted, some days were better than others. And there were times when Steve didn’t have a shift and would take you home, where you both knew no actual homework would be done. But on that awful Tuesday morning, as soon as your eyes flew open, you knew that this day would be particularly dreadful.

That morning, you quietly stirred awake with an overwhelming feeling of comfort - as if you’d finally managed to sleep enough, as if you finally figured out what it meant to feel well-rested on a weekday. But this feeling was then swallowed by the drop of your heart at the utter realization that the reason why you had felt so well rested was because you had woken up an hour late. Needless to say, it lit a fire up under your ass.

In what seemed like only a minute, you were fully dressed, hair and teeth brushed. The only things you hadn’t done was pour yourself some coffee, find your keys and put on your jacket. So off to the kitchen you went, knowing full well how terrible you’d function without it. Of course, in a matter of seconds, you managed to spill some of the hot coffee on yourself before rushing out the door.

Everything was fine. You put your key into the door and turned to lock it, only for the key to get stuck. You pulled your key as hard as you could, tugging this way and that - that is, until the key broke off so that half was still inside the lock. Realizing this, you hit the door with a heavy fist. “Fuck!”

It was very simple to say that the brown stain of coffee on your favorite white blouse had begun to string along the events that would make up what you would consider to be the unluckiest day of your life. You’d gone to school only to have a fight with your best friend, fail a test, be falsely accused of cheating, and to sit through about an hour of detention. To make matters worse, you had to walk yourself from school in the cold, pouring rain of the late afternoon since Steve never showed. To your dismay again, a mustang crept along behind you as you walked - of course, until it sped up over a massive puddle to splash you with the murky street water. You immediately flipped the bird at the car speeding away while zipping your jacket up, afraid anything might be visible through your wet, white shirt.

You felt like crying. Well, not because you were sad, but because you were teeming with an explosive anger you couldn’t express otherwise. Almost everything that could’ve gone wrong, went wrong. And it all just kept happening.

You couldn’t get home without your keys. You were pretty sure that your best friend didn’t want to see your face. But you knew that Steve probably had his shift at the DX, so that’s where you were headed. When you got there, you got a weird look from Soda, who you could see was calling over Steve.

“What in the hell are you doing walkin’ in the pouring rain like this? You’re gonna get yourself sick, doll.”

“I broke my fucking key off in the door.” you said through clenched teeth, your shoulders shaking and hair sticking to your face clearly bottling in the anger so as not to detonate on Steve.

“You what?” You could tell that he was trying extremely hard to stifile his laughter. “Well c’mon, don’t just stand there, Y/N. Soda could you get ‘er a towel?”  

Soda tossed you a partially greased up towel before heading into the rain to fill a car rolling up to get gas. It wasn’t perfect, but it was dry and and it was warm. You wrapped it around your shoulders, heaving some sort of sigh of relief. Then Steve stood behind you, wrapping his own arms around your waist. 

“Well shoot, Y/N, you’re real frozen,” he commented. “How ‘bout a way I know to get you warm quick?” Of course, he was talking about sex. Great timing he had.

“Not now, okay?” you responded, wriggling out from his relatively strong grip.

“Why not? It’s been a ghost town at the DX the past few hours, if that’s what you’re worryin’ about.”

“Just get it through your thick skull - I’m really not in the mood.”

“Alright, but what crawled up your ass an’ died?”

You didn’t answer.  But Steve took it as an invitation to drag you to sit inside the car he was working on just previously. Though bitter about the day behind you, you leaned against Steve, his arm around you, pulling you closer. “Today’s been the worst day of my life, Steve.”

“C’mon, Y/N, talk to me.” 

“I just don’t wanna talk. I don’t wanna do anything. Just let me sit here and feel god-awful.”

“Well, I don’t want you sittin’ here feelin’ awful. I know, I shoulda waited for you and gave you a ride.” He said, rubbing your shoulder, and then pressing his lips at the top of your head. 

“And risk gettin’ fired? I’m not paper, Stevie, I’ll live.”

“Look, at least you’re sittin’ here feelin’ awful next to me, right?”


“So, what happened?”

Both of you watched the rain beat down on the mix of concrete and gravel when he began twirling a strand of your damp hair around his finger. He’d always liked to play around with your hair. You sighed before you began to speak.

“I’m pretty sure that y/f/n hates my guts and that I flunked some stupid test. Then I got detention for something I didn’t even do. I got coffee all over my shirt, if you couldn’t tell - probably washed away with all that disgusting water splashed at me an-”

“Splashed at you by who?”

“A mustang. Socs, Steve, I dunno.” 

“What color was it? Was it blue? Cause if it was I’ll gladly jum-”

“Would you just drop it? It doesn’t matter no more.”

“Alright, alright,” he finally relented, although knowing that inside that head of his, he was continuing to ask questions. “But c’mon, don’t look so sour.”

“If I could stop looking sour, I would,” you said quietly, turning on the radio. “My Girl” by The Temptations was playing, which made you light up a little bit. “And I think I might be able to.”

You looked up at Steve, and he looked back at you. He knew that this song had been your favorite for a few weeks now and he knew you loved just dancing around to it - something you knew that Stevie never liked to do.

“Y/N, I love you an’ all, but no.”

“Oh, get over yourself, Steve. Soda’s seen you dance plenty of times,” you answered. "C’mon, what makes the difference with one more time?”

“Apparently nothin’. This is the last time, y’hear?” Steve let up, eyeing you seriously. But you knew he didn’t mean it. You knew that it wasn’t the last time and that he secretly liked dancing with you, no matter how much he ever complained.

“Sure it is.”

Before getting out the car to find that the rain had been letting up, you turned up the radio’s sound real loud, surprised that it worked so well. And with your hands at his shoulders, his at your waist, you swayed with Steve, singing along together.

You then brought your head to rest on his chest and your arms around his torso, laughing together at his poor lack of rhythm. You couldn’t help but let the grin spread across your lips. God, he was such an idiot sometimes. But you loved the boy dearly, nonetheless.

Maybe it wasn’t such an awful day after all.

Aquarius: Weekly (Starting on February 6)

You see a pattern in the wallpaper you’ve never seen before – that’s what Monday is like. Nothing changes about the outside world, but you order its shapes differently in your mind. These discoveries you’re making are subtle; nevertheless, they persist. On Tuesday and Wednesday, the findings you uncover have to do with your family. Thursday brings a revelation in your love life – it’s really something this week – and Friday you get to plan a creative date. Unfortunately, the weekend is a letdown, mostly because of bills, chores, health issues and high emotions. Everything will be okay soon though.

Career & Finance

You can’t make sense of what’s going on around you. Actually, you can barely make sense of your own thoughts. Part of this is simply that you’re tired. On Monday and Tuesday, apply yourself to get the work at hand finished, and leave the bigger questions for another day. On Wednesday, you see things from a higher perch, and by Thursday, you’re so inspired and energetic that someone might widen their eyes as you saunter down the hall. You love getting a response like that. Friday is thwarted by a money issue, but it’s really not a big deal. On Sunday, a brilliant insight occurs to you.

Love & Relationships

Look to expand your network as the week begins. Befriend some different people, online or off; find a club and go to a meeting; volunteer. Singletons find fresh possibilities, while the coupled up bring something new and interesting to their relationship. Love works in mysterious ways around Wednesday and Thursday, and trying to fight it or control it is pretty much futile. Watch and learn. This weekend, people are all ears when it comes to you – and very likely all eyes are on you too. You’re just extra alluring, extra smart, extra hot – lucky you (and lucky them!).

Salty Salt

Now, I worked in gaming retail too long - and during the period when gaming shops in the U.K. were starting to branch out into phones and other crap. Which made me jump ship - by which I mean have a total meltdown.

But before that meltdown though, I was there for a lot of releases. 

Games in the U.S. get released on Tuesdays, whereas in the U.K. we do it on a Friday. Unless they are special, like Call of Duty gets worldwide released on a Tuesday and you do the midnight openings and lalala no fun to be had. But apart from those odd ones, you get people being like “MY FRIENDS ARE PLAYING THIS GAME WHY AREN’T I?” And you say “Sir, its not out until Friday. Your friends are in another country. Calm down. Buy some soap.”

Anyway. A big thing was that Pokemon X/Y was getting released all over the world at the same time. This would be INCREDIBLE. Even Japan wasn’t getting it first. We would all see Pokemon together. 

Now. The thing about release dates in the U.K.. - as I was told and as everyone seemed to go with - was they are sacred. You do not fuck around. Your tills will not LET you sell shit early. If you sell shit early, your company will be fined a LOT of money, and you will be out a job.


If a company somewhere DOES disregard the date and sell something early and break embargo? Then its free for all. Any company in the U.K. can sell it early and only the first company gets fined. 

This is what I was told. This is what is held as true. IDK if its bullshit the gaming companies made up or what.

So. Pokemon X/Y coming out world fucking wide! On a Saturday I believe, but idk. Worldwide release regardless.

Except apparently Zavvi or something sold it on Wednesday.

And now fuck it. Every damn company in the U.K. is like “Piss it up a tree lads, the game’s out.” We got people running into our shop like “UM. [ZAVVI] BROKE RELEASE DATE” and a big thing from HO being like “I GUESS THIS IS FINE? WE’LL REMOVE THE TILL BLOCK????”

And so around three days early, the U.K. was selling the fuck out of X/Y. Everyone in the U.K. was playing it early. Pretty much a ton of people were like “Um. What the hell?” and the U.K. was like “Suck it bitches.”

And I’m pretty sure that this is the exact reason why we have to wait until the fucking 23rd of fucking November to get Pokemon Sun/Moon, while its actually being released ‘Worldwide’ on the 18th.

But I do like to sometimes whittle on about “Man, remember when the whole of England and its associates just flagrantly gave Nintendo the middle finger?”

ohmybubbletea  asked:

Hello!!!! Long time no see~ how have you been? Could I get headcanons about how's a week for Dazai? (from Monday to Sunday, one thing he does each day. Like; "Monday: gets up early to have breakfast at X café. Tuesday: works out and practices martial arts...) Thank you <3

ah my bondage - bandage anon ♥ How could I forget you?

A week with the suicide freak?
(I hope other don’t request those week stuff with other characters too. That would be alot work D: )
Well basically would look like this:

Osamu Dazai


  • destroying his alarm because he is so tired and doesn’t want to go to work after the weekend
  • trying to kill himself


  • buying a new alam like every tuesday after he destroyed his alarms on mondays
  • trying to kill himself


  • playing his weekly prank on Chuuya, will every week have a new evil plan involving his new cars or his phone. One wednesday he sent 1000 family pizzas to Port Mafia at Chuuyas name and a week later he gave his private number to a sex hotline
  • trying to kill himself


  • sleeping almost the whole day since he tried to escape Chuuyas rage from the previous day. He is completely unmotivated to do anything on this days
  • except for trying to kill himself


  • he will most likely not even go to work because he likes long weekends. So friday is his “free-day”
  • trying to kill himself


  • sleeps until afternoon, being the whole day in bed and eat, watch tv and stuff. really lazy on saturdays
  • trying to kill himself anyway


  • wakes up early since he slept most of saturday and therefore he will have breakfast in the cafe
  • ask the cute waitress for a lovers suicide
Tuesday Candle

Tuesday corresponds to Mars, the god of war, and red candles are best burned on this day. Red candles represent passion, lust, courage, energy, determination, anger, and potency.

Burning on a waxing moon - On Tuesdays that fall on a waxing moon, burn your red candle to attract love, passion, strength, and/or motivation. They especially come in handy for giving you courage and strength to get through difficult times. If you desperately need to get into a bold and unstoppable headspace, this will greatly aid you.

Burning on a waning moon - On Tuesdays that fall on a waning moon, burn your red candle for hexes, curses and wards. The potent energy of a red candle burned on a Tuesday of a waning moon is the perfect cocktail for obliterating any obstacles in your life. For an extra kick, coat the wick with black salt before lighting.

Tuesday Tips - Getting Back in Shape
A super easy exercise that you probably tried before or heard about. One of my favorite when lacking inspiration or just want to have fun with shapes.
Simply fill a page with random shapes (keep them simple). Get inspired by the shapes and draw over faces or anything your heart desires. I prefer faces because we all tend to draw our “stock” face. This exercise lets you explore a wide range of possibilities and let’s you experiment with “happy accidents”. I will do a bunch of these this week and post them. Have a great week!

anonymous asked:

oh my god i think tuesdays are coming so quick now and i love every single bit of it sjjssjjs idk if its just because of my busy sched that everytime i check the date im always like "WTF TODAYS TUESDAY???" and im getting a new iwsy chapter in the morning SKKKSKDKK anyway I CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT PART IMREADY TO GET DOMINATEEEEED!!! love you sara :*

I totally get you ahhh especially as I’m writing it, the week passes so quickly and most of the time I’m like “where did these 6 days go?” lol life is so hard QQ

READY TO GET DOMINATED OH MY LORD CHILD *passes you the holy water* lolol I love you too dear, thank you so much!!

Two Prompt Tuesday #9

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Prompt Winners: Tangled Up - Aaron Lewis; Dean. 

Word Count: 2990 

Warnings: Smut. Specifics: oral sex (both parties giving and receiving), outdoor sex, Impala sex. Mentions of hospital death. A little fluff because I am who I am and I’m not sorry. 

Note: Seriously, lovelies, don’t get crazy with this and start requesting a bunch of smut. I still have two or three smut requests I’m trying to work on from a few months ago. Just enjoy it while it’s here. 

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I spent a good several hours digging even deeper into MBTI stuff and mulling it all over with Stephen and I am convinced, more than ever, that Leia is consistently mistyped as an ENTJ or ESTJ when she’s actually an INFP (albeit a very stressed one who’s often “in the grip”). Stay tuned for the full treatise

sarazellman  asked:

Nr 3 if you´d like, maybe Remione or something totally different, you choose! :)

“is there any reason as to why you’re getting drunk on a tuesday afternoon?

“Is there any reason as to why you’re getting drunk on a Tuesday afternoon?” Remus asked the curly haired witch. She was slumped over, her head resting in one hand while the other played with the rim of her glass. 

She didn’t answer him, too focused on her finger tips swirling around and around the glass. Remus sighed and pulled out the stool next to her. He had been on his way back from some business in Diagon Alley when he’d spotted her. 

Her warm brown eyes briefly flashed up to his face, anger clear in their depths. Then they widened in recognition. She licked her lips, “Remus.” She spoke his name with the careful precision of someone who knew they were drunk. “What are you doing here?” 

Remus let out a low chuckle and turned to signal Tom, asking for two glasses of water, then back to Hermione. “I believe I asked you first.” 

She looked up at him, confused. “You di’?” She speech slurred a little, but she didn’t seem to notice. Her eyes pooled with tears and she sniffed. “M’ drownin’ my sorrows.” she told him finally. 

Remus felt as if a hand had reached in and clamped around his heart. He couldn’t stand to see her in pain. They had all seen the articles, Cormac’s scandals had made the front page of the Prophet. Remus lifted a hand, hesitated, the placed it on her back. She arched up a bit into his touch and the motion caused her to topple. Remus wrapped his arm all the way around her and pulled her into his chest. 

Hermione gasped and looked up at him, Remus swallowed hard and didn’t look away. “He didn’t deserve you.” he whispered. She didn’t answer, but rubbed her cheek against his chest. He felt an answering rumble from deep within. He kissed the top of her head, “Let’s get you home.” He said into her curls and easily picked her up, carrying her out of the bar.