“Do you want to see?” Victor asks as Yuuri pulls on his sweater and grabs his glasses. Yuuri nods his head, crossing over to view the portrait.
Yuuri’s torso takes up the entire canvas and it looks like he is dripping with watercolors. A hue of reds and yellows and greens outline his body, while violets and blues and every color in between form the shadows on Yuuri’s body and outlines the firmness in his arms and his ribcage. Yuuri’s expression in the painting is placid, eyes shut and the length of his eyelashes slightly exaggerated. The rosiness of his cheeks is prominent, and his red lips are slightly parted as if Yuuri is breathing out a heavy sigh and his body just melts from it.
Yuuri is brushing his fingertips over his own lips, possibly wondering if he actually looked like this.
ok but you know what really made me happy with eurovision this year?? that all the songs there weren’t fully in english ended up going to the finals, breaking a myth that you can’t go far in eurovision if you don’t sing in english!
Happy Suho Day: Happy birthday to the sweetest, dorkiest, funniest, and best leader out there. Thank you for blessing us with your presence and the privilege of witnessing some of your greatest times in life. We thank you for the seven years of hard work you’ve gone through and how you continuously work just as hard today. Not only are we proud of the man you’ve grown to be, but we love you, our bunny prince, and we will continue to love you until the colors fade from this world 🐰❤️