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My only regrets are the moments when i doubted myself and took the safe route. Life is too short to waste time being unhappy.

Happy Birthday @damasath!!! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

I know it’s already late here but I hope you still had an amazing day today!! Wish you all the best this world has to offer and that the coming year will be an awesome one for you!  ♥ *hugs*

There are more and more books around about gay boys these days which is great but where tf are my books with lesbians bc there are hardly any and I’m pissed off
I’ve only read one and it sucked
Also where are the bi people because they just don’t exist at all apparently unless they’re some side character

I love the idea of Spock falling in love with Jim first. It’s this steady progression of emotion starting from the day they meet, and building over years. Little moments feed into it, to the point that he doesn’t know exactly when it began or if it would ever end, just that it’s been happening all along. And he’s okay with it. Just like, “this is a beautiful emotion, and– even though I’m not supposed to feel it– I’ll treasure it. And him.”

And so when Jim finally wises up and realizes what’s been under his nose the whole time, when he finally has that “aha” moment, Spock (who has been content to just love him with no expectations) just feels this culmination of the inevitable. And it takes him no time at all to return Jim’s affections because he has had years longer to absorb and reflect on his own.

I just think that’s how their individual realizations would go. Spock, steadily over many years; Jim, in one defining moment.

Yuuri’s sure if it got even a degree colder, his balls would end up bluer than the goddamn sky.

“O-o-of all the t-t-times, wh-why now?” he stutters, stuffing his hands further into his track suit pockets. Any deeper and he might just rip a hole through the material, but Yuuri couldn’t care less. It’s freezing, and he knows as night falls, it’s only about to get colder.

He’s no stranger to harsh weather- Hasetsu has hit him with ridiculously hot summers and chilly winters, but Russia’s cold bites in a way no other place ever has. Yuuri’s spent a majority of his life in an ice skating rink, but the sheer amount of pain he feels at the moment is unnatural. No amount of exposure to ice could possibly prepare him for this.

“The fuck is wrong with you?”

It’s a familiar voice, the anger and stubbornness a comfort that cuts through the fog in Yuuri’s brain. He never would’ve thought Yurio’s voice would be a source of such happiness, but it is.

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