high school au where every time katsuki yuuri walks past viktor nikiforov gasps and softly whispers ‘i’m gay’ to which his entire lunch table responds with a chorus of ‘we know’
‘i hope someday he’ll notice me,’ thinks yuuri wistfully, sitting three rows behind VIKTOR NIKIFOROV in calculus while viktor is mentally rehearsing his WILL YOU GO TO PROM WITH ME? invitation to katsuki yuuri, the love of his life, via interpretive dance
obviously (obviously), yuuri hears through the grapevine that viktor nikiforov has a crush and spends the rest of the term moping. little does he know that viktor is at this very moment drawing little hearts around the cyrillic for ‘yuri nikiforov’ in his english lit notebook. yuri plisetsky, a freshman, wishes he could transfer schools
this all comes to a head in the most Extra™ manner possible when viktor discovers to his horror that KATSUKI YUURI, THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE, has been despondent for a month thinking that viktor likes someone else. viktor immediately takes action to correct this misunderstanding and by action i mean he approaches yuuri during lunch period and by ‘approaches yuuri’ i mean he spots yuuri across the packed cafeteria and rushes towards him shouting ‘move i’m gay’ as the masses part before viktor like the red sea
‘yuuri, sweetheart, why don’t you just ask him out?’ says christophe sympathetically, trying to nudge True Love™ in the right direction and also help out his best friend viktor, whom christophe loves & supports & wants to see happy
‘i don’t think he knows i exist,’ yuuri admits
‘ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME,’ yuri plisetsky shouts, flinging his phone at the wall
also viktor definitely turns up at yuuri’s house in the middle of the night to throw pebbles at his bedroom window. that is a thing that happens
viktor shows up outside yuuri’s bedroom window with a boom box to sing l-o-v-e by nat king cole loudly and off key until yuuri runs outside to tackle him
yuuri brings viktor a slightly squashed flower he picked from the field on his way to class and viktor cries bc it’s so romantic even though yuuri literally walked up to him with the line ‘i found this on the ground and thought of you’
“Our men and women in uniform, our intelligence and homeland security professionals, and our citizens should feel secure in their knowledge that the critical decisions made by the NSC are free from political considerations. The American people deserve a national security policymaking process that inspires confidence, not cynicism,” said Murphy in a House floor speech.
CALL THIS WOMAN’S OFFICE AND SAY THANK YOU. ENCOURAGE HER TO PUSH HARD FOR THIS BILL. CALL YOUR LOCAL CONGRESSPEOPLE AND ASK THEM TO SPONSOR/SUPPORT IT!
are these your senators? don’t throw up your hands — hold their feet to the fire.
call them every day. they notice. tell them if they don’t stand up to trump you will make it your personal mission to primary them in the next election. bird-dog the shit out of them. show up at their public appearances (especially town halls), their offices, their homes. show them there will be no business as usual until they grow spines. there is at least one group in new york dedicated to this (which iirc is planning to hold trainings in other cities) and there surely are elsewhere, or you can organize your own.
these tactics work. we can and must hold them accountable.
THIS JUST IN: THE DEMS WHO VOTED FOR REX “COCKWAFFLE” TILLERSON AS SECRETARY OF STATE:
If you live in Virginia, North Dakota, West Virginia or Maine, I don’t want to see you fucking reblogging this without adding something about how you called their office today and put a fucking flea in their ear. Politicians are exactly as accountable as you force them to be; stop acting like they’re somehow doing something shocking when they do something you don’t like if you didn’t tell them in the first place. Goddamn, kids.
so, the “pretending we’re married/together” trope is a great one but i think in chirrut and baze’s case, reversing it could end up in some of the funniest shenanigans ever
baze and chirrut, the most married couple to every marry - undercover and pretending they’re NOT married
maybe they’re trying to infiltrate the gang of an imperial stooge arms dealer on jedha, go in together and act as if they’ve never seen each other before, and bring down the operation from the inside. they’re working together because honestly, you need two people to do a job without even needing verbal communication, even when one of them is blind? you go to baze and chirrut
but asking them to act like strangers is impossible. they keep slipping and calling each other pet names. almost forgetting to sleep in separate bunks, and unable to sleep when they do so. freezing halfway through absent-minded displays of affection, before hamming it up and pushing each other away, “uhh what are you DOING” “GET OFF OF ME, YOU’RE NOT THAT IRRESISTIBLE” “SINCE WHEN!?”
having one of their normal arguments at a critical moment during an ambushed weapons drop when one of the marks roars in frustration, “would you two just FUCK and get it over with”
without thinking chirrut says, “that never works when he’s in a mood like this” and there’s a pregnant moment’s silence. then their contractor arrives and baze has never been more glad for a firefight to kick off
they agree never to take another job like it again. too damn difficult
Forth, and fear no darkness! Arise! Arise, Riders of Theoden! Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered! A sword day… a red day… ere the sun rises!
