experiment goal: to determine whether smarties are an effective tea sweetener
hypothesis: smarties will sweeten the tea, but also introduce unwelcome flavor profiles due to their flavoring
procedure: procured one cup (≈12 fl oz) of Barry’s Tea Gold Blend black tea, hot. added 2/3 of a single roll of smarties candy (10 candies). wait for candies to dissolve, then stir well. tea will be sampled after stirring concludes.
“We will fight for a world where our children can be born mages and free. Ten years, a hundred years from now, someone like me will love someone like you, and there will be no templars to tear them apart.”
okay but while we’re talking about even being Extra™️, we have to address that kosegruppa meeting and the fact that literally nothing will ever be funnier than how transparently even was just there to meet isak
here he is arriving, being greeted by vilde and the girls
and okay, nothing really amiss, just a nice profile view while he bounces on his heels adorably and lets vilde give her welcome spiel, all v cute and polite
but then, less thanone secondlater
he starts clocking the crowd to see if isak did in fact show up
ah. there he is.
only one thing to do: turn your head as far as you can to see him while still technically only looking out of the corner of your eye for the ~nonchalant effect. if you’re feeling really fancy, maybe throw in the Jaw Thing™️ to show off your ¾ profile, and also so you don’t grin like a fool and give the whole game up
and then alright fast forward a bit. even refocuses on vilde enough to grab a delicious-looking roll, and he makes it up the stage steps to take a seat without doing anything totally obvious or desperate like brushing against isak’s leg or leaning forward to whisper something to him or anything. looks like we might be back on the cool track!
what’s this you say? a group exercise about feelings and holding hands?
better stand in place and stare at him for a good two seconds while you mentally chart out the most direct yet suave route that will ~conveniently leave the two of you, wow, standing next to each other? oh my gosh how did that happen?? guess we’ll just have to hold hands now, don’t ask me, i don’t make the rules here ;)
in summary: even bech næsheim went to kosegruppa to do two (2) things, 1) eat fresh-baked bread and 2) finally make a move on Cute Boy, and he finished that roll a long ass time ago
i want to get over you, but i also visit your profile every 15 minutes, i want to forget you, but i also listen to your favorite band and watch your favorite tv-show, i want to find somebody new, but i also compare them to you, no one’s better, their kisses will never ever get me drunk just like yours did, i want to be happy without you, but i also can’t fall asleep without the thought of you on my mind, i want you to never call me and never message me again, but i also check my phone every 5 minutes hoping that maybe there’s a call from you.
A concept: Yuuri and Viktor slow dancing, whenever they're alone as an old, married couple. Even without music 🎶 Opinions/thoughts? Idk, I couldn't get it out of my head, so I decided to consult my Senpai, Braveten/Maddie. Love your work! Thanks so much for taking the time to read this ❤️
Oh my gosh yes!!!! (And tysm <3 <3)
They’re retired and living in Saint Petersburg, and they take long walks to the park and everybody in their apartment building knows & loves them. They’re both still very fit for their ages, albeit a few joint problems.
In the park, there’s a young street artist playing the violin and Victor takes Yuuri’s hands, swaying them gently back and forth. Yuuri starts laughing because Victor manages to surprise him even now, as he always has, and dances with him, no longer drowned by anxious thoughts or reservations. Now, he’s just happy and in love, and that’s all that matters.
A few people gather to watch as they dance – the movements are rehearsed, surprisingly tactile for men of their age. Yuuri dips Victor and he laughs, leaning forward to kiss him and cupping his cheek. Long after the music has stopped, they’re still dancing, even as the sun falls, they’re still dancing.
“It feels like our wedding again,” Yuuri tells him, and Victor’s heart clenches as he nods, tears stinging at his eyes at the memory of their first slow dance, Yuuri’s head on his shoulder and hand on his hip.
“I’m so glad I met you,” Victor responds, and he touches the ring on Yuuri’s finger, the ring that still fits.
Yuuri laughs at that, and when he reaches up his hand to swipe at his cheeks Victor realizes that he’s crying, too. “And I’m glad that I met you. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”