This Election Has Literally Gave Me So Much Anxiety That I’ve Been Sick To My Stomach And Almost Had

he meets me where i am

Happy Birthday Victor Nikiforov! (~reblogs are very appreciated~)

I guess this is day 8 of inktober.

I want JJ to bang everybody, and he hasn’t even made an appearance yet. 

Also I really some someone gets the reference 

yum

my favorite

Fire

Okay, so. It’s late at night and I kinda wanna play a game with you all.

The one where a person says a word, and you have to make a new word by changing only one letter, I’ll start.

Pork. 

Screencap redraw (without the background) because I just loved how beautiful my son looked here. Added dimples and blushies. Dimples make everything better.

Anyways yeah, I’ve been seeing JJ getting a lot of hate on tumblr and not nearly enough love, so here are some cute headcanons for the rest of my peeps who love him as much as I do:

JJ is a big believer in “fake it til you make it.” He used to have lots of self-esteem issues when he was younger. But now that he’s so famous, now that he’s a role model to so many young Canadians, he knows he can’t afford not to love himself. He needs to set a good example.

Coming from an extremely lgbt+ supportive family (and country), and being a part of the lgbt+ community himself, he always feels anxious and out-of-place whenever he visits Russia for competitions, so he covers it up by being especially obnoxious and over the top.

Back on his home turf, he’s a lot more relaxed (but still a bit obnoxious) and more like your stereotypical Canadian. He says sorry when he bumps into you, he’ll hold the door for you even if you’re still five feet away, he’ll help little old ladies cross the street, and he’ll drink iced capps no matter how fucking cold it is outside.

He learned to skate almost as soon as he could walk, and he’s always loved it. His parents got him into hockey as a child, and he played on a team for several years. Until one day he discovered figure skating. And he never looked back. He’s still pretty decent at hockey, and he plays with his friends sometimes, but figure skating is where his true passion lies.

He hates being outside of Canada in February and will try to avoid it at all costs. If he absolutely has to, he will fly back on the weekends or whenever he has a chance, just so that he can take part in Roll up the Rim.

He probably has his family/friends send him Tims instant coffee or hot chocolate mix and will binge on timbits and nutella-filled shortbread cookies as soon as he touches down on home soil.

He loves wearing big, comfy, knit sweaters that hang past his thighs because it makes him feel smol and cute.

He has three big doggos: a husky, a german shepherd, and an afghan hound. They attack him with kisses and snuggles as soon as he walks in the door, especially when he’s been away for more than a few days. They follow him everywhere and fall asleep on him, and whenever he tries to leave the house to run errands or something, they whine so pitifully at him that he ends up taking them with him.

He still lives at home, and isn’t planning on moving out any time soon because he’s completely crazy about his parents and he adores his younger siblings with all his heart and he loves coming home to a warm, cozy house full of laughter and the people he loves most in the world.

a shout out to all the people who started saying “same” as a joke once in awhile but now use it for the most random things like a car honking their horn at another car

Note to self: in order to write, you have to actually do more than stare at a Word document rereading what you’ve already written. For example, maybe typing new words would be a good strategy.

this is one good ass sandwich