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00Q, Yuri!!! on ice & Mo Dao Zu Shi related. Music and fics are the best of life. Life is too short, enjoy it as much as you can!!

[heartdedeucer]

Lan Zhan, hey, look at me.

[reallifeweiying]

Come with me husband!! **

[borytree]

hmmmm got carried away a bit here but the new chap reminded me: I seriously love Wen Ning.

[sherlockian-1881]

Oddly, the first time I saw him I thought he was too cute for a corpse. Then he was described as loyal and oh my insta crush.. Lan WangJi has my heart but the ghost general is second there... Now that I think about it WeiWuXian you lucky MoFo

[fluff-crt]

Author: MXTX （墨香铜臭）（The Author of MDZS）

Source: https://m.weibo.cn/status/4016461636547167

Translator: 十六

Proofreader: Api & Sophia5910

Graphic Designer: Pupu

[sherlockian-1881]

Oh. I stumbled into a beautiful anime, the name Mo Dao Zu Shi or Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation. It is absolutely magnificent. Visually it's the best anime I've seen and Yuri! on ice was beautiful to me (it still is but the animation of MDZS... there's no comparison) so if you haven't seen it check it.out. Seriously.

[saki-yama-hime]

Listen to Wangji’s song ➙ 🎶🎵

[sherlockian-1881]

That was... Really romantic

[miyakuli]

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Artist :   嗜肉兔爱丽丝 (pixiv / weibo)

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[yellowxperil-deactivated2026012]

srsly tho this is absolutely a thing that dudes do all the f***ing time

like where if he knows a girl doesn’t necessarily want to give him a hug, he will trap her in this position in front of witnesses where she has 2 options- both of which are undesirable for her, while simultaneously desirable for him

if she doesn’t want to hug him, whatever she does, it will suck for her.

she can 1. say nah and be the fucking asshole in front of other ppl or 2. forsake her corporeal boundaries and allow unwanted intimate contact

it’s a f***ing trap

[bombchelle]

F***ing hate dudes forreal.

[poltxsexkitten]

too many f***ing times ugh

[potamideriver]

Story time. One day I was on the MAX (basically a giant street car that goes all over the metro area) on my way to meet up with a few friends. I didn’t look at anyone, I didn’t speak to anyone, I just stood to the side on my phone making sure I wasn’t going to be late to my meeting. Out of no where, this guy comes up to me and starts to chat me up. Me, being who I am, am absolutely terrified to tell this guy to f*** off. He was at least half a foot taller than me, and was way too bulky for me to fight back. So I suck it up at humor him, say hello. Before introducing himself or asking me for my name, he asks me out on a date. Not wanting to piss him off I try to make light of the situation and I laugh, telling him that my boyfriend wouldn’t like the idea, but thank you for the offer. He just shrugs and says, “He doesn’t need to know.” At this point I’m scared out of my mind. There’s this guy who, after seeing me run two blocks to catch the train, comes up to me and has made it perfectly clear that he wasn’t going to leave without getting something out of me. I deny him a second time, saying, “I don’t even know you’re name. We’re strangers, I don’t know you.” He finally introduces himself and asks me for my phone number. I tell him I don’t give my number out to people I’ve just met and he says, “Fine, but at least take mine so we can meet up later.” So he watches me plug his number into my phone (which I deleted as soon as I knew I was safe and away from him) as we’re pulling up to my stop. I tell him I need to leave and switch trains and he tells me, “Oh, I’ll wait with you. I don’t have any plans, so I’m in no rush.” It’s important to note what at this point he had previously told me that he was late to a job interview, but he has all the time in the world because he still hasn’t gotten what he wanted from me; a yes. I get off of the train and he follows me, and waits at the platform with me for over ten minutes until my train arrives, asking me all sorts of personal questions about where I live and where I was going that day. As soon as the train pulls up he grabs for me and says, “Do I at least get a hug before you go?” I was terrified. I was embarrassed. This dude, who before even asking me for my name asks me out on a date and then continues to harass me after I tell him I have a boyfriend, asks me for a hug only fifteen minutes after meeting. People around us were staring at me, as if I was being rude for denying him, and every inch of me was mortified. I wanted to run, but I felt like if I had done that he would have chased after me and things would have gotten worse. So I did, and he squeezed me so tight I felt like I was going to burst. It took me a good ten seconds to get him to let go and I ran to the train car just as the doors were closing. He was trying to get me to miss my train so I would have to wait with him even longer. I would have been stuck there for over a half an hour until the next train came by, and the platform (aside from the few buses coming by) was now COMPLETELY EMPTY. He knew EXACTLY what he was doing and he knew EXACTLY how to get me alone with him. People, if you are in a situation like this do not feel obligated to give in. If someone is making you uncomfortable and asks to touch you in any way, YOU DO NOT HAVE TO SAY YES. Make excuses, be blunt, just straight up say ‘no’. If possible, go to someone else near by who you think can help you and ask them to help you. It’s important for guys to learn that they can’t get what they want just by asking over and over again. I got lucky. But not everyone does. Please, everyone, Be Safe.

[d-o-llf-a-ce]

SECOND STORY TIME

So I was on the transit bus alone one time. This was my first time riding, and so already I was PETRIFIED. I sit down, pull out my ipod, and begin to play some games. This guy sits down next to me, and begins trying to have a conversation. I don’t really respond, I don’t even look at him, just give half-hearted “mhm”s and “oh”s, as I don’t want to be rude if he was just striking up a friendly conversation. He then asks me on a date.

Now, as I stated before, I already was absolutely petrified. My heart stopped and I didn’t know how to answer. So I just didn’t. He didn’t let up and I could feel his eyes on me. I quietly stammer out a “no thanks” and my stop HAPPENS to be coming up, so I pull the string thing to let the driver know I want to stop there, and once we stop and the doors open I get up and he asks me, “Well, can I at least have a hug before you go if you won’t go on a date with me?” 

This makes me break. There are now people staring, as we are the only people standing up and not getting off… So I just start crying. Hell, I am bawling almost instantly. He looks so fucking freaked out and people are now getting up to come over and comfort me/question him. I don’t stop crying, and he keeps trying to comfort me by touching me, and people are yelling at him for that. 

AND THEN. AND. FUCKING. THEN. THE GOD DAMN BUS DRIVER. A VERY EASILY 6 FOOT BURLY MAN. COMES OVER TO US. PULLS THE GUY AWAY. AND KNEELS DOWN. HE THEN ASKS, IN THE MOST CALM VOICE, “Did you request the stop?” I very slowly and shakily nod, as I am still crying my eyes out. He then asks, “Do you want to get off?” I give a quiet “mhm” and nod once again, and he offers me his hand. I take it, he stands up, and he escorts me off the bus. He asks me questions such as where I was going next, if I was going to meet someone shortly, if I was going to transfer buses from there. He was very polite and waited for me to answer the entire time, and my friend (who I was going to be meeting there) showed up. He asked me if this was someone I knew, I said yes, and he said alright, have a good day. He then told me- and this is something stuck in my mind forever, so it is word for word-

“If some guy EVER starts harassing you like that again, do exactly what you did there. Cry. Cry and scream and have a temper tantrum. Not only will it throw him off, but it will get others to notice. They might not interfere, they might, but you will have gotten their attention and if you happen to go missing the next day the search for you will be a hell of a lot easier because everyone in that location will have seen you screaming and crying with a guy now very awkward with his actions. They will know. That is what my daughter did, and three days after she went missing she was back in my arms. I pray for you and every other person like you who has this done. You stay safe now, okay?” And after I began blubbering again, I nodded and he left.

So this is the second lesson for yall. If you can not have the courage to say no or make an excuse, cry. Let out those sobs and tears and cry your heart out. Because it is going to make people notice and make people aware.

[cosmic-noir]

Reblogging for that second story. This might save a life.

[grumpybeardruid-archive-deactiv]

I just wanna note that bus drivers can be really amazing and good ones do look out for their riders.

[han-syolo-shot-first]

Also, as an additional tip (in case you cannot cry on command or such), you can say, “No, because you’re creepy/creeping me out” and if he persists or tries to laugh it off, say “I do not want to be touched” and look at one of the strangers/persons that is watching.

It: 1. Gives them a sense of urgency in the situation, as the eye contact is a way to make them feel as though you are personally asking for their help and it is now their obligation to help. 2. Contains words so that if you’re in a public place but people aren’t necessarily watching, then they (as natural evesdroppers) can overhear the attention-grabbing words and then notice the situation. Note, this does NOT mean that they will come for help, but you might be able to look someone in the eye (as previously mentioned) or just get some people’s attention. 3. It shows that you have fight in you. As with rapists, those who are physically aggressive (ie. these huggers) choose women they see as an easy target. The moment you show them you are going/willing to fight them, they are less likely to continue. Sadly, this is not always the case, but every little bit helps.

Hopes this also helps, guys, and I’m so sad that this has to even be a post we need.

[oxfordcommaforever]

Dudes who follow me: 1) reblog this 2) don’t be the creepy guy who asks random women for hugs 3) be aware of your friends or random creepy dudes and call them out if they act gross towards girls/womem

[midoriko-sama]

Ok, I wasn’t going to comment about this, because there was no way of doing it without talking about a part of my life I really didn’t want to. But fuck that, there be young girls out there who need a hand.

So I used to be hot when I was young. I mean, model hot, because I actually used to model. Even now, I’ve let myself go on purpose because I was tired of the harassment. But I fit a UK size 6 with a pert ass from volleyball and a cup c breast. As you can imagine, I couldn’t wear anything or go ANYWHERE without being harassed. I sometimes even happened in church.

Anyway, I’m not a shrinking lily, and when I get angry enough I can do some crazy shit. So here are some of my coping mechanisms:

1) find a matronly looking lady, run up to her with ‘aunt may! I haven’t seen you in ages! ’ then whisper ‘please help he’s harassing me!’. 99.9 times out of 100, she will be scandalised and help you anyway even if she’s annoyed or in a hurry. If no older lady is available, find a younger one, or a nun, or a trans lady. We of the sisterhood know what it is to be harnessed, and I guarantee if you look frightened enough, they will help.

2) If you are out alone at night, and someone is following you, spot a house or apartment where the lights are on and knock, asking ‘mum’ or ‘dad’ or ‘john’ to let you in. Even if the people inside are annoyed, odds are they won’t turn you away, and you can phone someone to pick you up, or phone the police from a safe space

3) Make noise. Cry and scream loudly, call them out ‘i don’t know you and you are terrifying me! Please get away from me!’ if there are people around. Even if they don’t help directly for fear of their own safety, someone around you is calling security or 911.

4) speak a foreign language. If you know it, speak the language to them fast and incessantly, like you have just met someone you knew and you’re just giving the best performance rant of why your OTP is the best OTP. Make yourself ANNOYING. Think about what would be awkward and annoying to you and make it what you do to them. If you make them think YOU are something to get away from they will leave you in peace.

Now beware, the following ones are the CRAZY ones and may not always work. But they are a valid last resort:

5) stare at them. Stare at them like you’re hungry and they are a hapless deer you’re going to tear to pieces. Like yours the girl from the ring emerging from the TV to kill them. Don’t smile, don’t change your expression. DON’T BLINK. Hold their state like you’re Wednesday Adams about to do unspeakable things to a spider, and they are the spider. Even the most courageous of stalkers balk at this, but if they don’t…

6) Use the Hannibal Lector. After staring at them for and extended period of time (imagine all the things that have made you scared, imagine you could get revenge on them for putting you here, that’s the thought you need to have), if they are getting closer to you, whisper something like ‘i would fry your liver in garlic’. Even the hardiest ones will be taken aback, but keep it up while making sure you don’t let the others hear you. Things like, occult star readings requiring blood, wondering whether he is the offering the spirits sent. If you’re on this site you’ve read some weird shit at least once. Tell him that. Tell him you would like him to meet your lord, Vlad the Impaler, who requires much blood to be appeased. Be a stereotypical ‘crazy bitch’ like they see in the movies. Believe it or not, this has worked for me twice.

Above all, banish the notion that you have to be polite.

They were impolite by approaching you. If you can, ignore them. If you are not alone, pointedly put headphones in your ear, and don’t make eye contact, wait for them to realise that ‘youre a bitch anyway’ and move away. If you are alone, evade and find places and ways to fix that as soon as POSSIBLE.

And if all else fails, summon Satan.

[prismatic-bell]

Something I have learned at work:

Never underestimate the power of a good “EXCUSE me????”

Legit. It makes people STOP IN THEIR TRACKS. This is the one I whip out when people start swearing at me over the headset and always, without fail, they stop what they’re saying, shocked.

Go for offended, and go for loud. Not yelling loud, but giving-your-best-presentation loud. “EXCUSE me??? You approached me two minutes ago, I don’t even know your name, and you want WHAT? Creep.”

For one, the presentation will shock them. For another, that indignant tone? EVERYONE AROUND YOU IS GOING TO WANT TO LISTEN TO THIS JUICY SHIT.

Now the second key here is, DON’T LET HIM JADE (justify, argue, defend, explain). He smiles and goes “I just wanted–” FUCKING INTERRUPT HIM. Firmly. Irritably. “I heard what you wanted, and I’ve already declined once. Maybe you should go back to kindergarten where they teach you no means no.” Run right over the fucker. He’s not respecting your words, you don’t need to respect his.

A further note: if you’re an iPhone user, you can use Siri to call 911. (I know Android has a similar function, but I don’t know what it is–play with your AI and find out.) If you’re in a secluded area, this works well; I used to walk home from work at 2am and had to do it twice. Make eye contact with your harasser, activate Siri, and loudly, firmly say “Siri, call 911.” Siri will immediately reply “calling emergency services.” (It actually takes five seconds to activate, but there’s a Call Now button if you need it.) Almost ALWAYS the person harassing you would rather take off than wait for you to get a dispatcher on the line.

[alleiradayne]

As they say on the podcast, My Favorite Murder:

Fuck Politeness.

[smudging-sage]

This is NOT the kind of thing I usually post on here, but this is something that every female [or, every person honestly, harrassment isnt a one way street]needs to see. This is a fairly active blog, so I hope to see numerous reblogs.

[ohsalamanders]

Not only is it sexual harresment, but forcing a hug on someone can be very disrespectful to their culture or religion. For example, I am Muslim. Islam is very big on modesty. We don’t hug people of the opposite sex unless they’re our relatives/spouse. If a guy attempted to force a hug on me, you best believe I’d kick him.

[sherlockian-1881]

This post is beautiful. Thank you

[hogwartzlou]

you can tell a lot about someone based on their phone background. it shows what’s most important to them

[uss-clairvoyant]

Reblog this and put what your phone background in the tags

[sherlockian-1881]

Hehehehe

[theaoidos-deactivated20200925]

London Spy fics

I have some new followers who are London Spy fans so I thought now would be a good time to post a list of fics I’ve written in the fandom:

Revival Series

* Seven Year Revival — Takes place about halfway through Danny and Alex’s eight-month relationship

* Revival — I know the ending of London Spy was traumatic for a lot of people, so this is my own small effort at a fix-it fic to tweak i.e. completely change the ending. No disrespect meant to Tom Rob Smith and his creation (which I actually love quite a lot).

* The Tunnel & The Light — Living in denial has been lovely, but it is denial, nonetheless. Danny and Alex return to London.

Spy Games (Alex/Q, 00q)

* Spy Games — Times are changing at MI6. The next batch of Double O agents are expected to be a hybrid of Q branch and the Double O program, and Q is charged with training the next generation of agents—including 009. A lovesick Q must focus on his next important mission.

[consultingwriters]

A mouse (or several) gets into Q branch. 00Q please but who starts screaming like a wimp and jumps on the table is up to you! Thank you! – anon

—

Ehehe, I had fun. Jen.

—

It was almost inevitable.

Q-branch were not known for hygiene, cleanliness, or common sense. The cleaners had long since abandoned them – they felt it something of a waste of time, especially when they were yelled at perpetually for moving things a quarter of an inch, even if there were coffee stains the size of Spain – and so Q-branch had fallen into disrepair somewhat. Especially the workshop.

“… I think we might have a problem,” R reported. “Things have been… chewed on, a bit. I think the mice are back.”

Which was quite an achievement, given that rat poison had been placed more or less everywhere. Tenacious little buggers.

Q sighed. “Alright then, we’re going to have to scale things up a notch. I want full scanning in here, life signs registered and every single hole that they could get through documented and filled as required.”

R nodded, and went off the delegate the not-very-exciting task to one of the lesser minions.

Things were certainly in hand, at least.

Of course, nobody could have anticipated Bond’s response:

“Jesus fucking Christ what the fuck is that doing in here,” he yelped – yes, yelped – and scrambled away at high speed, straight onto Q’s desk. “This is a fucking government facility, how is it even possible that you…”

“… we’re more or less below water level, and this place is extremely old,” Q pointed out, smirking. “Of course we have vermin issues. It’s being dealt with, though. Where did you see it?”

“It just ran over my fucking foot.”

One of the minions glanced up. “Oh excellent – which direction did it run in?”

Bond mutely pointed a finger. The minion smiled happily, and returned to whatever in the hell he was doing with a device containing a wide and imaginative array of colours. It beeped. Bond was still mostly paralysed.

“… so I’m guessing you’re scared of mice?” Q asked, not bothering to contain his still very active smirk. Bond’s lethal glare was doing nothing to dilute it. “Really? You’re one of the highest ranking secret agents in the UK, and you’re scared of mice?”

Bond’s glare was stellar. “I’m allowed to have fears, am I not?” he asked rhetorically; he seemed to finally be moving from his paralytic fear-induced state, “and yes. Mice are not my favourite things in the world, especially when they’re unexpected.”

Q’s smirk finally developed into an all-out snort of laughter. “Superb,” he grinned. “This is hilarious, you realise? And is probably going viral already?”

“I will kill anybody who distributes this information,” Bond growled. And meant it, judging by his expression.

(one of the minions sank deeper into her chair, and tried very hard to disappear).

“You can probably get off the table now.”

Bond looked at Q for a long moment.

Slowly, he sank down back to the floor.

The moment he hit the ground, he all but sprinted out of the workshop, leaving Q and the minions to burst into cackling laughter.

[monchingbamboo-deactivated20230]

What if Mycroft is actually head of MI6? He’s ’M’, and Q is his baby brother working as head of Q-Branch under M?

Imagine the Christmas dinners *-*

- Sherlock sulking in the corner as he fails to stop mummy from telling John all his embarrassing childhood stories. - John making small talk with Mr. and Mrs. Holmes while helping with Christmas dinner. - Mycroft chewing out Q for letting Bond run their budget into the ground because he never returns equipment. - Q then grouching to Bond for never returning equipment. - Bond smirking about how he absolutely takes care of equipment he truly values before shoving Q into the nearest closet for a quickie. - And Sherlock and Mycroft rolling their eyes to the high heavens during dinner while Q tries to control his blushing and fix his dishevelled hair while Bond just looks smugly at his boyfriend’s older brothers, calmly passing the potatoes.

[cloubleoh]

rapto

rated m ♛ 4000k words ♛ read on ao3

play a record in reverse and the music becomes twisted, distorted, and fundamentally different. drop a record and it scratches, and will never play the same again or, a scratched record of Skyfall, where Silva does not follow Bond to Scotland, but goes after Q instead

my A-Side, or the death aspect, of the MI6 March Challenge on Resurrection! 

i worked with the ever so lovely ato on this one, who was incredibly and undeservedly-so, patient with my bad-with-communication-and-deadlines ass. please keep an eye out for their B-Side to this challenge!

Silva smiles once more, teeth glinting a pearly, dangerous white. “Bravo, little Q. Perhaps you are as clever as everyone says you are.”

“Well, you’re out of luck, Mr. Silva, I’m afraid 007 doesn’t trust anyone, least of all me—”

In a flash, Silva is at Q’s side, twisting the man’s arm painfully backwards and slams it onto the podium. Something in Q’s arm pops sickeningly and an abrupt cry wrenches itself from Q’s lips. “You know, Q, I do hate when people lie to me.” He twists the boffin’s arm further and Q hisses through tightly clenched teeth. The pain radiates hotly from his shoulder down to the tips of his fingers, pulsing in sick, heady waves enough to make Q nearly pass out. “Perhaps you do not know who you are dealing with,” Silva hisses into Q’s ear. “I thought my little program would teach you some humility, yes?

“That right there is your shoulder, puta. A clean dislocation, nothing terribly…messy. Though, it can easily be made worse, if you don’t comply.” He reaches across the table and slides the phone closer to Q’s face, prone upon the glass surface of the podium. “Now, let’s try this again. Where are they going?”

[quartermissy-deactivated2022082]

So, I don’t know if anyone else has noticed this before, but in the Skyfall scene with Q and Tanner leaving a trail for Silva to follow Bond, there are take out boxes on Q’s otherwise neat table. Now, as Q had likely been in Q branch the entire time since Bond left, I’m assuming that Tanner turned up to support him through arriving with a takeout for them both because he realised Q’s stressful day means he can’t have had time to have eaten. I really appreciate this tiny detail as it adds so much characterisation for something so small, as it confirms Q and Tanner as established friends and, most importantly, that Tanner is the Mom Friend™ the MI6 squad all deserve.

[professorfangirl]

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Ben Whishaw reading poems about the sea. I am drowning.

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‘One Day I wrote her name upon the strand’ by Edmund Spenser

‘Ode To The Sea’ (extract) by Pablo Neruda

‘Dover Beach’ by Matthew Arnold

‘The Inspector of Tides’ by Michael Dransfield

‘Annabel Lee’ by Edgar Allan Poe

‘Love sonnet LXXVIII’ by Pablo Neruda

***

(From the Poetica podcast, “Tides.”)

[springbok7]

2018 007 Fest Masterpost

I challenged myself to post 31 written things in 31 days, and holy moly I actually managed it! 

And, I hope I did this points stuff right. It got … complicated … this year. HAHAHA! 

Fanfic One-Shots (5 point per; 35 points):

Of the Cat That Came Back [696 words]

The Stillness in Steeping Tea [522 words]

The Easiest of Instructions [2992 words]

A Praying James [1087 words]

In the Aftermath of Risk [1231 words]

Batteries Dead, System Offline [773 words]

At Skyfall’s End [6153 words]

Fanfiction Chapters (5 point per; 130 points):

The Mask I Wear to Tell the Truth: Chapter Five [2408 words]

The Mask I Wear to Tell the Truth: Chapter Six  [3345 words]

Reflections: Chapter One [331 words]

Reflections: Chapter Two [642 words]

A Dog’s Life: Chapter One [536 words]

A Dog’s Life: Chapter Two [450 words]

A Dog’s Life: Chapter Three [422 words]

A Dog’s Life: Chapter Four [765 words]

A Dog’s Life: Chapter Five [1037 words]

The Failings of Self-Perception: Chapter One [338 words]

The Failings of Self-Perception: Chapter Two [476 words]

The Failings of Self-Perception: Chapter Three [276 words]

The Failings of Self-Perception: Chapter Four [950 words]

The Failings of Self-Perception: Chapter Five [714 words]

Coping Strategies: Chapter One [769 words]

Coping Strategies: Chapter Two [1393 words]

Coping Strategies: Chapter Three [782 words]

Coping Strategies: Chapter Four [914 words]

Coping Strategies: Chapter Five [1028 words]

Coping Strategies: Chapter Six [715 words]

Coping Strategies: Chapter Seven [956 words]

Coping Strategies: Chapter Eight [1046 words]

Twitching Fingers Beckon the Dawn: Chapter One [679 words]

Twitching Fingers Beckon the Dawn: Chapter Two [701 words]

Twitching Fingers Beckon the Dawn: Chapter Three [333 words]

Twitching Fingers Beckon the Dawn: Chapter Four [634 words]

Comments (1 point per; 131 points):

131 comments via Tumblr and/or Ao3

Rare Pair Bonus (5 points):

James/Q/Alec Trevelyan (most of the fics, actually)

Anonymous Exchange Prompt Fill Bonus (5 points per; 20 points):

Coping Strategies (polyamorous ship)

A Dog’s Life (reincarnation)

At Skyfall’s End (blood transfusion; Fest Round Robin)

Reflections (Q was in the RAF)

31 Comments Bonus (61 points):

31 points

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31 Day Challenge Bonus (75 Points):

33 creations in 31 days

Grand Total = 457 points; 36094 words written; 

@teammbranch

[sherlockian-1881]

This fandom? ^ I love them. They are happiness disguised as humans. Apparently this year I'm less anxious and I've been able to take care of my physical and mental health... Just because I have a ton of subscriptions and reading fics whenever I start to be out of zen mode and I'm back to calm and happy. You all have no idea how much you are helping me every day. So yes I love you all magnificent goddesses!!❤️

[sherlockian-1881]

Check out @LizCanTweet’s Tweet:

[yukiforov-blog]

Denis Ten, the skater otabek is based on, seems to be more worried about their bears than otabek not winning