#rammbles

[blah-blah-blah-bitch]

I need to go to bed now as it’s early hours in the morning but I need everyone to pray that Doriane will win this

[mammon-chan]

snapchat memories are a fuckin wonderful thing man

I used to write down the weird shit I heard at school in my notes and on my snap stories and one of my faves by far is

“naw, I’d hate shaving off ma eyebrows, imagine having a baldy face”

[pikapikapikaboo]

Me after S02E04 of Netflix DARK :

What

The

Actual

Literal

FUCK

[missgreentelepath]

Legion Rabble.

C l i c k . C l i c k.

That’s was how they had always spoken to her, the familiar blue eyes that taught her how to slip through the cracks ;; how to feed on time itself — -devouring the minutes. Everything was always dark, developed in a deep smoke that surrounded her every endless moment beyond the flashes of time. Violet kept her eyes closed, blinded herself to everything but the memories of her mothers, Lenny and Salmon ;; to the moments with her own daughter. The brief flash of her own fragile life before she was dragged along to this D A R K place.

“Mommy?” The woman would sometimes whimper out, as if she still clutched the drawing she had made for her. Each moment, every single sensation of that life felt real to her. A comfort ;; knowing her mother had treasured them just the same.

C l i c k. C l i c k.

Oh no, someone was fiddling with time. The clicking like giggles of those foggy eyed cats echoed the empty space. Violet followed behind the echoing sound, peeking into the time line. She could see fuzzy figures ahead in the cracks, naughty time meddlers.

C l i c k. C l i c k.

[samtheowl96]

I just realized something I have been trying to capture for... months.

Khal Drogo's people from Game Of Thrones sort of remind me of the Aiel from Wheel of Time. In a very... ass backwards way. Please tell me one of you understand LOL.

[itsagoodluckkiss]

Can't the universe just cut me some slack too? I've done nothing to deserve this.

[midnightmooncatcher]

Turn Around

(Small Moments #6)

Turn around. The words are caught in his throat as Victor watches the back of the other skater leaving, shoulders hunched forward, crest fallen. He studies the other mans back as he watches him go. Turn around, he thinks. Not entirely sure why, but he needs to see his face again. Maybe he was wrong, maybe the hopelessness in the other’s eyes wasn’t the echo of a match set for the loneliness he felt. 

Turn around. He sees the other in a corner. His coach patting him on the back. He doesn’t look at anyone, just the floor. Victor’s eyes are forced back to the conversation he’s having with his coach and a sponsor. He wished he could stand in the corner too, to get away, to take off the mask he can’t stop wearing.

Turn around. They’re dancing and lord is this man beautiful. Yuuri is his name if Victor caught it correctly, he’s not entirely sure since it was a murmur, a slur on his lips. At first he was just watching. Yuuri had made his way staggering to the floor and started dancing, slowly losing clothes. Victor was somehow dragged in to it, and, well, he hasn’t felt so alive in such a long time. He feels light, like he could fly, spread his wings and soar across the sky. But then Yuuri is off to the poles, back to him, spinning with Chris. Turn around, is all Victor can think, he wants the ray of sunshine back.

Turn around. He’s gone. Victor doesn’t know how it happened. He just caused Victor to blush in a way he never thought he could. Asking him to coach him of all things. But he’s gone. Victor didn’t even get his number.

Turn around. He can’t find him. His social media is a blank slate. So he tries to forget. He tries to erase the images of Yuuri’s smile, the sound of his laugh that still echoed in his mind, the feel of his hands and strong arms dipping Victor so low. He smiles at the memory. 

Turn around. His phone pings. It’s Chris a simple message and a link attached. Did you see it? Victor’s eyes widen slightly when he sees the thumbnail for the video. It’s Yuuri. They widen even more when they read the caption. It says it’s his program. It’s Yuuri skating Victor’s program. He clicks, brow scrunched. He watches the movements he can make by muscle memory now. Watches the other skater flow, it’s as if he’s creating the music with his body. The longer he watches the more entranced he is, surprised even. He’s found him. And he was calling to Victor. He skated Victor’s program. And he knows where he is.

Turn around. Victor stands in the hall, watching Yuuri walk to his room. It was impulsive, Victor knew it was. Picking up everything and moving, deciding to leave, but, Yuuri had asked hadn’t he? But the Yuuri he meets isn’t like the Yuuri at the party. He’s hesitant, not bold, at least not in the same way. Victor finds this Yuuri has a tendency to turn away.

Turn around. Katsudon. That’s what Yuuri finds sexy… Katsudon. Victor takes another drink, staring at the empty ramen bowl.

Turn around. He finally asks Yuuri what he wants Victor to be. How Victor can be by him with him. The only thing that Victor wants to be. And he looks at Victor and says he just wants him to himself. 

Turn around. He watches Yuuri. He watches him stumble, he watches him fly, he watches him grow. Victor is so proud. He watches and Yuuri keeps surprising him. Doing something he would never think Yuuri would do. He tells Victor to never to look away. Victor doesn’t get the chance to tell him he never has.

And then Yuuri’s eyes are on him, arm stretched finally reaching back. Victor can’t contain his joy as he runs to him, mind racing, what could he possibly do to surprise Yuuri just as much as he’s surprised him. But he doesn’t have to think, he just acts, throwing himself at Yuuri, grinning as their lips meet. He pulls away, eyes full of happiness and wonder looking back at him. He has finally turned around.

[halfbreednight]

GUYS I GOT A HC

So one day Mor was trying to make orange juice, and she got mad and destroyed the juicer. And she was like "SHIT, Rhys can you come here a sec?" And Rhys like walks to Mor like the graceful muthafucker he is, and he's like "what you want?" And she's like "I broke the juicer" so he's like "sucks to suck" and the graceful muthafucker goes to exit But she's like "Rhys please can you Mist the remaining oranges???" He stops and looks at her puppy dog eyes and he's like "fine" and mists them into the bowl, but as soon as he does Cassian walks in to wittiness this and He's like "OMG RHYAND THE HIGH LORD OF JUICE" and is really on board for this and so is the rest of the inner circle and Rhys is just like "no stop" The inner circle is like "yassss" So every time Rhys goes out and buys a juicer one of them destroys the juicer and makes him do it. And every time they want him to juice the fruit they usually complement him first and he just knows they want something. I dunno I thought It was a funny idea, the most powerful high lord, is used as a juicer by his friends.