Asking "hey Is It Fine If I Smoke In Here" And Before You're Able To Answer I've Already Set Up A Full

i cannot get over how much of a loser snow is honestly 😭😭 puked his guts out in front of haymitch, divulged how he's hung up on a covey girl from FORTY YEARS BEFORE, finally said something pathetic like"don't make fun of me again 😠" ffs be cool man

do your eyes ever tear up a little and then start stinging ominously?

sorry bad drawing i needed a visual representation

This is how it starts:

His mother is French. An ice dancer, beautiful as they come; fluid on her feet, light on her toes. Her hair is like molten silver. She gives it to her only child. She expects a daughter (to be named Victoire), so convinced the child she carries will be female, a little dancer like herself.

But his mother never seems disappointed that she gets Victor instead. 

Victor loves her, he loves her, he loves her until the day she dies.

He keeps her alive with his skating, ma petite lune, the starlight shadow of the woman who gave him life. He does it for his Russian father, for himself. He wins every medal, every competition, stuns with every exhibition. He is beautiful, he is fearless, he listens to no one and nothing can stop him. 

He is his mother’s son, and like his mother, he is made of charm.

He smiles like the sunrise, spins like the ocean breeze, dances like a storm with his silver spray of hair billowing behind him like the fog off the sea. He is a thousand rainbow colors in the sun and pale as the stars, too distant and shining to touch.

But he aches for it. Oh, how he aches. 

Victor’s father passes from lung cancer after a lifetime of smoking, ever the artiste his mother fell in love with. In truth, he died long ago from a broken heart. 

In between his short program and his free skate at Worlds, Victor cuts his hair off in the hotel bathroom. When his blades cut into the ice the next evening, the audience cries for him. 

And he keeps going.

Strong. Bold. Beautiful. He makes his money from sponsorships and prize winnings, sells the family home and buys himself a flat in St. Petersburg, makes himself a refuge for Makkachin’s sake if not his own. It’s clean. It’s empty. It’s nothing like what he grew up with, his mother’s hair combs strewn about, pictures on the walls, his father’s paints and pastels and books, so many books. He keeps the books, but precious little else.

And he keeps going.

It’s hard out there. He pulls away from Yakov as he sees his coach’s marriage crumbling and can’t imagine a world in which love does not last a lifetime. He sees Yuri Plisetsky come into Yakov’s tutelage, his mother and father split apart at the seams, so he lives in poverty with his grandfather. Yuri never knows that Victor sponsors him that first day, makes sure Yuri will always be able to skate the way he loves (and he loves such precious little else). It’s a silent agreement that no one tells him. Nikolai doesn’t mention it. Yakov would never dare.

And he keeps going.

Victor wins and he wins and he wins and he wins, but every day feels like losing. 

And he keeps going and going and going until—

—a boy breaks open in front of him on the ice. It’s the most honest suffering Victor has ever seen. Victor wants to talk to him, wants to comfort him, wants to say I know, I know—

But he turns his back to Victor as he flees, and Victor is left alone again.

Yuuri crashes into him two nights later, steals his breath and his drink and his life and makes him smile, holds Victor’s hopes and heart in his hands and digs in until they both bleed. 

He’s stubborn, he’s a mess, he’s painful, he’s so unbelievably beautiful.

Like his mother, Victor falls for an artist—a man who makes music with his body on the dance floor, on the ice. 

And this is how it starts.

now with this companion piece

*nice dick bro*

Characters I relate to a little too much that could probably tell me something about myself if I actually listened

Regulus Black it never fails to get me

Reki Kyan “two birds on a wire”

Peter Pan “to die would be an awfully big adventure”

Stan Uris there’s just something about him

Todd Anderson I think it’s the tragic endings

Jack Kline “did anyone ever read to him”

Yuri Plisetski I think we forget a lot about his character every time we watch the show

Reiner Braun it’s the confused ten year old stuck inside for me

Kurapika was the revenge worth it or were you already dead before the story even started?

Kozume Kenma I believe in you

Akaashi Keiji I hope you’re happy

Bucky Barnes you didn’t deserve that

Faramir if only he’d loved you sooner

Edward Scissorhands all to explain the origin of snow

Anakin Skywalker ever since I first watched Star Wars when I was six

It has happened. The sun has risen. I have officially been awake all night.

❄️Neji Hyuga❄️

I spent Christmas Eve for drawing a long-haired man and, in general, beautiful Neji from all sides. :)

As an aroace metalhead it’s really wild seeing all these ace or aro positivity blogs posting lists of all the songs they know that aren’t about sex and/or romance and there’s like… sixteen songs, TOPS.

Guys. Metal. You want some really good music that isn’t about sex or “love”? Here are my recommendations.

Amon Amarth: A melodic death metal band revolving around Vikings and Norse mythology. Recommended songs: Deciever of the Gods, Twilight of the Thunder God, The Way of Vikings, Guardians of Asgard

Judas Priest: They have like three love songs I know of. And one is mostly about being goth, so… yeah. They’re Judas fucking Priest, dude. Recommended songs: Ram It Down, The Sentinel, the ENTIRETY of the album Painkiller.

Candlemass: Do you like spooky things? Are you a goth? THEN CANDLEMASS IS A BAND FOR YOU. This is Black Sabbath with the goth factor cranked up to eleven. Recommended songs: The Bleeding Baroness, Solitude, Witches, Assassin of Light, Mourner’s Lament, Bewitched

Metallica: The archetypal thrash metal band. Their first four albums are amazing, the fifth started to slip. Don’t listen to Load or anything beyond. I… don’t think they have a single love song on any of these albums. Recommended songs: Master of Puppets, Of Wolf and Man, Ride the Lightning, Trapped Under Ice

Blind Guardian: Do you like fantasy? Listen to Blind Guardian. Seriously. Recommended songs: Mirror Mirror, Lionheart, A Voice In the Dark

Alestorm: Ahoy! Are ye the type to chase a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT kind o BOOTY? Then get ye some Alestorm, matey! They sing about PIRATES! Recommended songs: Fucked With an Anchor (it’s about a guy who is cursed with swearing in nonsensical ways. Catchy and HILARIOUS.), You Are a Pirate (Yes, a metal cover of THAT You Are a Pirate. Absolutely glorious.)

Metal, guys. Metal.

i think my problem with twitter is that my voice reeks of tumblr post i’m just meant to be here

It’s 1am, I’m crying in my bed, I have just finished Naruto, I have so many feelings