but i just loved the way they look at each other

anonymous asked:

Do you think on the ride home Dean took off his flannel and made Cas put it on to replace his bloody shirt?

“I really am alright, Dean. You don’t need to sit back here with me.”

Dean ignores Castiel’s reassurances, just like he has been ignoring them for the last fifteen minutes.

Dean?

“Cork it, Cas! Mom’s drivin’, Sam’s shotgun, and I’m back here with you, makin’ sure you’re really holdin’ it together. That’s just the way it’s gonna be so stop tryin’ to fight me on it!”

Both Mary and Sam give each other wide-eyed looks, but stay quiet—knowing that Dean is still processing everything that had happened back in the barn. He’s still drowning in the feeling of being out of control, and it’s driving him absolutely nuts.

“Here, Ma” Dean grunts, shoving the Impala’s keys at the woman and then turning back to tend to his angel.

She swiftly nods and takes the keys before ushering her other son around the far side of the car—and then, all at once, they climb in to join Castiel, who has already been carefully placed in the backseat by Dean’s steady hands.

“Does it hurt anywhere?” Dean asks—slightly calmer now but his voice still has a rattle to it.

“No, Dean. I’m feeling fine—just like I said before.”

“Well, you don’t look fine. You’re kinda pale. Sam, doesn’t he look pale to you?”

Sam turns around and gives Cas a sympathetic look before shrugging silently at his older brother, knowing that his opinion doesn’t really matter right now anyway.

“Yeah, see—Sam thinks so. You should lean back a bit.”

“These seats don’t recline, Dean.”

Dean frowns at him. “Then scoot down a little! Jesus, Cas … I’m just tryin’ to make sure you’re okay!”

“I am okay … I have already told you—”

“Scoot down, Castiel!” Mary grits  firmly from the front of the car—glaring at him through the rearview mirror, eyes flicking back and forth between the angel and her eldest son.

He wants to protest again, but then Castiel nods, finally understanding that the only one not fine right now, is Dean, and doing what he asks—no matter how pointless it is, will make him feel a little better … a little more useful. Cas scoots down in his seat.

Dean smiles, happy that his friend is finally listening to him. “Alright then … better?”

Castiel stops himself from rolling his eyes. “Yes … better.”

The proud smirk that immediately graces Dean’s face seems to trim away the tension in the car—until the moment that the folds of Cas’s coat fall away, exposing the dirty, blood-stained white button up beneath. “Oh … shit, man! That looks bad!” the man yelps as soon as he sees it.

Castiel squints and cocks his head to the side, finally following Dean’s eyes down to where the usually clean looking garment, is now a tattered mess strewn about his body. “Oh. Yes, well … I can just—” Cas begins, already lifting his hand to will the mess away, but he stops mid motion—cutting the magic short because the man beside him is starting to fidget in his seat. “Dean? What are you …”

Dean teeters back and forth, wriggling from side to side in the confined space until he finally manages to free one of his arms from the black coat and plaid overshirt that he’s wearing.

“Hold on … almost …” Dean soon rocks all the way over until his head is practically in Cas’s lap—but he doesn’t seem to notice because he’s too focused on freeing his other hand. “There!” he yelps victoriously, finally holding up the plaid shirt for everyone in the car to see.

Sam nods and Mary holds back a chuckle, and Cas just continues to stare at the man—confused and slightly annoyed by everything that he’s doing.

“Okay, Cas. Your turn” Dean says after another moment, eventually turning happy eyes back on the angel.

“My turn?” Cas asks, feeling suddenly nervous about what he’s expected to do.

“Yep” Dean chirps, looking Castiel up and down with a long pull. “Strip and put this on.” He holds the flannel out towards him, but he doesn’t hand it to the angel just yet, as if he’s planning on dressing him himself … and at this point, Cas wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what Dean had in mind.

“Dean …” Castiel grumbles again, now—rolling his eyes for all to see. “You realize that I can fix this, don’t you?”

Dean only grips the shirt tighter in his hand.

“I am an angel … I have the power to—”

“Just put on the damn shirt!” All three Winchesters bark in unison.

And that makes the angel finally throw up his hands in defeat. “Alright!” he exclaims, quickly sitting straight and leaning forward so that he can work his body free from his coat. But before he can completely shimmy it off, Dean’s hands are on him, fiddling with the buttons of Cas’s dirty white shirt. “Um … what are you doing?”

Helping” Dean snaps, but his cheeks are turning red and his hands are starting to shake against the angel’s chest.

Cas stares at him a moment, and then up to the front of the car where Sam and Mary are vehemently avoiding eye contact with anything but the road. So he turns back, just as Dean undoes the final button and pushes the cloth aside, displaying every inch of Castiel’s unmarred skin.

The man then stills for some time—never looking away and holding his breath until the second Castiel is finally able to speak.

You see, Dean … I’m all healed.”

Dean quirks up the side of his mouth, but his face quickly falls flat again, while his eyes bounce away and back several times, seeming torn as to where to look now.

After that, it only takes another minute for Cas to slip out of the ruddy, old shirt and into Dean’s flannel—and for the first time since they left the barn, Dean doesn’t interfere, nor do Mary and Sam act like anything is happening just behind their heads. In fact, the frenzied tone of their drive has seemed to mellow, and even Dean appears to have settled down; although, his hands still twitch with the need for something to do … which doesn’t go unnoticed by the angel at his side.

Castiel sighs, flicking his eyes down towards the soft plaid that’s now draped over his own shoulders—the fabric is warm and smells like Dean; so just as he begins to fasten the last two buttons, he purposely skips one—so the thing is now bunching up across his stomach. “There” he confirms, drawing Dean’s focus back to the task at hand, and of course—Dean notices the mistake instantly.

“Ah—jeez, Cas … you’re helpless, ya know that?” Dean mutters with a smile, reaching over eagerly to straighten out the buttons and get them all in the right order.

But Castiel just smiles too, taking the moment to take in the worried Winchester—his charge, his family … a man that he loves—and he nods. “You’re right. What would I do without you?”

So, look.   I'm not at all surprised Melissa moved me to tears in this episode because she slays me every damn time.  But can I just give a shoutout to Mr. Reedus?

Because that little “Why’d you go?” just about finished me off.  The hurt in his voice, and his body language the whole episode…I think the man is pretty underrated.  He’s really brought Daryl to life, and when he and MMB share scenes?  It’s fucking magic, man.  She’s already a master class (IMO), but when they’re in scenes together, they elevate each other’s game. 

Take note, TPTB.  Forget this whole absence makes the heart grow fonder shit, and reunite these two for good.  They’re each compelling in their right, but together?  Let me just put it this way.  Was Mulder not better when he had Scully by his side?  What about William Adama and Laura Roslin?  I could go on, but I won’t.  And really.  Carol and Daryl, in my mind at least, are just as much a part of each other as these characters are a part of each other. 

So.  Let this latest separation be blessedly short.  Because these two?  Deserve to be together.  They deserve to know love and be able to actually bask in it, openly, for more than 5 damn seconds. 

And hey. If it’s the whole thrill of the chase, longing pining thing you’re afraid of losing, don’t be.  Because I think we all know, MMB and NR are more than up to the task of continuing their beautiful story and taking it forward naturally.  The characters, the portrayers, and the fans have all earned that much. 

okay so, you know that video where the boys won a BRIT award and Harry was having a wee and had to run towards the stage when the other boys accepted the award?

can you just imagine that he’s taken the missus as his date and they’ve been teasing one another all night and whispering to another and giggling to each other and dancing to the music performances. and after a while, when there’s a short intermission, they sneak off towards the bathroom on the way to get another drink and they start being a little cheeky and kiss in a cubicle before he starts to unbuckle his jeans and pull his boxers down, allowing her to have a short quickie before he has to be on stage.

and he’s so close to an orgasm and banging his fists softly against the cubicle walls, when the show starts back up and his eyes shoot open and he looks down at the missus who’s still giving him a blowjob. and, ever so faintly, he can hear the name ‘One Direction’ be called out and he’s instantly rushing to pull his jeans back up and making himself look a little more like he’d gone for a wee rather than a quickie in the bathroom stalls.

when he approaches the stage to stand with the boys and accept the award with a speech, the missus would find her way back to their table with drinks for the two of them to make it seem a little more truthful to what Harry said to the boys. but they know; they caught on with the snickers and the naughty touches under the table and Niall saw you both sneak into a bathroom stall. so when they walk away from the stage, they’re smirking at him and laughing at his blushing cheeks. xx

Tea Moodboard as Larry Fics

I made this tea moodboard, and started thinking about each as a different type of Larry Fan Fiction:

Top Left: Pining Fic
It’s winter, and it’s been four months, six days, and thirteen hours since Harry had Louis in his bed. He knows because he’s counted every one, and felt every minute more deeply than the last one. His friends give him such shit for falling in love with someone he could never have been with. Harry knew Louis was leaving, they both knew it, but it hadn’t stopped them from getting so tangled up in each other it was hard to tell where one of them began and the other ended. So Harry goes to work, and he comes home, and he sees friends, but mostly he just misses Louis. And he tries to distract himself from the deep ache in any way he can.
(Obviously this one has to end with a knock on the door as Harry is looking out the window at the falling snow – and when he opens it, Louis is there.)  

Top Middle: Bookshop AU
Harry works at a bookshop and Louis is incredibly smitten, going in every day on his way home from work. Harry periodically mentions books that he loves, and Louis agrees wholeheartedly (except Louis’ never read a single one, and he panics one Saturday and goes to the library to check out fifteen books that Harry’s mentioned in the past few weeks. He spends hours poring over them, basically unable to retain anything as he sits at his table chugging tea). The next time he goes in, Louis throws out a reference to Harry’s favorite novel, but he mixes up the characters from another of Harry’s favorites, and Harry calls him out on it. Louis confesses, and Harry asks him out on a date.  

Top Right: Coffee Shop AU
Louis works as a barista at a local coffee shop, and can’t stop staring at the dark haired guy who comes in every Saturday morning at the same outdoor table like clockwork (Louis makes sure to ask him his name after the third week). When people try to sit at that table anywhere within 30 minutes of 10 AM on Saturdays, Louis finds excuses to shoo them away. One Saturday, it’s five minutes until Harry usually shows up and Louis is doing his best to explain to the older woman that this table isn’t actually available, even though yes I understand no one was sitting here, and he’s getting flustered until Harry comes up behind him and catches him in the act. Harry admits he’s been coming every Saturday trying to work up the nerve to ask Louis out.

Middle Left: Blogger!Louis, Blogger!Harry
Louis runs a semi-successful blog, but can’t seem to reach quite the level of fame that Harry Styles has. He isn’t jealous. He isn’t! It’s just that he thinks he can write great quality stuff, and maybe people only love Harry Styles because of his stupidly green eyes and his long legs and his broad chest. And maybe Louis cyber stalks him occasionally, and leaves anonymous comments on his blog trying to rile him up. And if one day Harry shares one of Louis’ blog articles with incredible praise, he definitely doesn’t freak out. And when they start emailing back and forth about blog post ideas, he obviously keeps his cool. And when Harry admits over the phone one night, quietly, that he’s always admired Louis from afar, and could they maybe get some coffee sometime in person? Louis most definitely says yes.

Middle: Matchmaker AU
Louis and Harry don’t know each other, but they both make appointments with a matchmaker who fills her office with pink flowers, heart motif everywhere, and takes detailed notes on each of their likes and dislikes. They pass each other in the waiting room a couple times, and each of them keep coming back to complain about the dates she’s sent them on – truthfully none of them had been that horrible, but they each couldn’t stop thinking about the handsome stranger they always crossed path with at her office. The matchmaker can’t hide her confusion because this system works! Until one day she goes into her waiting room and sees the flirty body language between them. She knows just what to do next.

Middle Right: Established Relationship Fic
Every Sunday morning, Harry makes Louis the perfect cup of tea, and comes back to bed to snuggle underneath the fluffy duvet with him. Louis wants to go back to sleep, but Harry starts reading next to him and Louis begs him to read out loud. Harry pouts because he doesn’t think he does it well enough, but Louis loves his voice so much and the way he reads the characters. They spend hours getting lost in new stories together every weekend.

Bottom Left: Kid Fic + Christmas
Louis is exhausted, while Harry sits cross legged on the ground unwrapping presents with their two kids and shouting inane things like “SANTA CAME!” at the top of his lungs periodically. The kids worry about Louis, but Harry assures them that Papa just needs his cup of tea. The three of them get up to make it, and Louis dozes off on the couch, awoken only when Harry presses a kiss to his forehead and sets his mug on the table.
“Merry Christmas, Lou.”
Louis smiles, crinkly eyed.
“Merry Christmas, Haz.”

Bottom Middle: Florist!Harry
Louis and Harry are newly dating, and Louis just spent the night at Harry’s house for the first time. Harry had to run out quickly in the morning to open up his shop incredibly early, but assured Louis that he should take his time getting up (and he could stick around if he wanted – you know, no pressure, but like – he wouldn’t mind one bit). Once Louis hears the door click shut, he gets up and heads to the kitchen for some tea, seeing a mug (of course with a floral print) already sitting there, with a perfect pink flower next to it. And Louis ends up sticking around until Harry gets home.

Bottom Right: First Date AU
Wanting to impress tea-loving Louis, Harry takes him to a traditional tea house on their first date where Louis spends the entire time trying to hide his disgust at the herbal teas surrounding them. He wants Harry to like him so badly, so he tries to gulp down the mug, filled to the brim with tealeaves. Harry is confused, because hadn’t Louis not been able to shut up about tea before this? Louis admits afterwards, embarrassed, that he’s just a simple Yorkshire+milk man, and Harry can’t help but kiss him right there in the parking lot.

anonymous asked:

Is it really wrong to ship Reylo? Am I problematic for shipping them? I just want to see two people accept each others flaws and realizing that they can't kill each other because they see their lives in each others eyes. I hate that they have this UST. I hate how Kylo look at Rey because it screams like he likes her not in a cousin way.. Please help me. I've been so down. It's just that Reylo shippers and Reylos make me happy and safe. I hope I can meet you guys.

Hey nonnie, don’t be sad. I was talking to some friends yesterday about what the true meaning of reylo could be and it’s so much deeper and positive than we think. I’m hopeful that their story will be rightly done, considering how consistent the canon materials are and how all of them consistently address the strong connection between these characters. There’s nothing wrong with loving these characters and wanting for them to be happy and find solace in one another. I quote what i said yesterday: “That’s the essence of reylo to me, these two powerful young people, these forces of nature, both equally strong, but also vulnerable and lonely, finally finding the belonging they seek in each other.”
Don’t be afraid to come out of anon and talk to me if you want. There are many great people here in the fandom that are more than willing to cheer you up and welcome you. *hugs*

Clexa vs Bellarke

I’m so torn between Clexa or Bellarke… It’s like a fight between the ships here on tumblr and I’m just like:

One day I’m all in for Clexa:

‘Lexa was Clarkes soulmate. Nothing can ever replace the love they had for each other. They were destined to be together.’ And all I think about is quotes like: “Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidence.” - Emery Allen

The next day I’m all for Bellarke;

‘The way Bellamy and Clarke look at each other is nothing but pure love. They love and care about each other in such a way that even the gods know they are meant to be. They would walk through hell if it meant they could save the other.’ And I think about quotes like: “Whatever his soul is made of, his and mine are the same.” - Emily Bronte

And here on tumblr it’s all 'you are either ship Clexa or Bellarke. You can’t ship both.’

But you know what? I do ship them both. And you know why?

Because of a quote I read on a post here on tumblr: “You’ll have more than one soulmate in life, for there are different ones for different things.” I wish I knew who wrote it. But anyway, this quote got me really thinking. Of course you don’t only get one soulmate. Of course you don’t only get one love of your life. You can love one person just as intensely and much as another. You just love them differently. In a new way. Because you love a new person. But that doesn’t mean you love them less than your first or second love. Clarke loved and still love Lexa with all her heart. But that doesn’t mean that Clarke can’t love Bellamy just as much. Just in another way. Because Bellamy isn’t Lexa, and Lexa isn’t Bellamy. Anyway… I’m just rambling… I don’t even know if anyone understands what I mean…

And here is my main reason for watching Trollhunters in the first place, the villain x hero’s mom pairing, with a touch of monster boyfriend, Stircklake!
I had a lot of fun working on this, especially Barbara’s hair and Strickler’s face were a joy to color. x3
Usually I have problems finding the matching colors from 3D modeled characters, but this time I simply didn’t use references and just did it from my memory + personal feeling and I think the result looks very good.
And jeez I had to grin all the time while working on this. @awesometoomuchroslyn really drew such lovely expressions, just the way they look at each other. *dreamy sigh*
I really cross my fingers that Strickler will get his chance for redemption and those two can be happy together. 

Sketch © @awesometoomuchroslyn
Colors © Pikuna/me

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry this is old news, but I still can't get over RandL in skin tight YouTube colored onesies, looking like a pokemon trainer couple. A pokemon trainer couple that forgets to fight half way through because they started flirting with each other.

SAME !!!! I LOVE IT omg did you see that devcrap drew them as a pokemon trainer couple in those outfits ………….. I LOVE …….IT …..

omg but trUE like you walk in front of them and they’re like, hey let’s battle !!
and then halfway through the battle link is all like, o rhett i love when you get all competitive ;3c
and rhett’s just like haha yea well you know that when i wanna dominate i do a good job at it ….
and then they just start eskimo kissing and their pokemon are just like //shrugs// they always do this …

Oh …

My …

God …

What … Did this really happen? Am I dreaming? Is this for real?!?!?

Please, this was a kiss, right? Why would the audience go all “Oooh” and “Aaaah” if it was just a hug!?

Goddammit, Viktor, your arm is in the way!!!

This can’t NOT be a kiss!!

Look how they’re holding each other. Viktor’s hand under Yuuri’s head. Yuuri’s hand resting on Viktor’s back. And that look! 

If that ain’t love, I dont know what love is!

me rn:

Originally posted by pennytlr

10

It’s love. We first met when we were 15. It took another 15 years for us to sort it out. She’s an incredible woman, very special. So the fact that she said yes was a huge deal. I was in a boys’ school and she was in a girls’ school. They were doing a charity fashion show. They brought some guys over. I will never forget I was this pasty boy with freckles. I had to walk topless in the show for this school of girls. As I walked off the stage, the entire school erupted [in applause because] the best-looking guy in the school walked on. It was a very scarring moment. But afterward at the party, I saw Hannah across the room. She was very beautiful, kind and very funny. [I learned that] we had similar interests, that she loved the arts, theater…all the things that were important to me. When Hannah and I finally got together years later, I had finished rehearsing ‘Les Miserables’ and was about to start shooting it. I had four days off, I was going to Florence by myself—slightly sad. Hannah and I went on a date just before I was to leave. We had known each other for a long time, but not closely. I was like. ‘We had a wonderful evening. You wouldn’t want to go to Florence next week, would you?’ She was like. ‘That’s absurd.’ I was like, ‘No, no, no.’ She said, ‘You don’t mean that.’ I was like, ‘I do.’ The next morning, I sent my easyJet booking form to her. She let me stew for a few hours, and then she sent back her easyJet booking form. So our first proper date was in Florence, and that felt quite crazy.

Things to love about Dan and Phil:


The way Dan’s eyes crinkle when he smiles


The thing Phil does with his tongue when he’s genuinely smiling (usually at Dan)


The way they give each other nicknames and make fun of each other


The way Dan blatantly calls Phil out on his clumsiness


The little ‘I’m Innocent’ look Phil gets when he eats all of the ingredients for a baking video


The way Phil wears oversized hoodies when he’s sick


The way Dan gets so scared at the tiniest jump scares


The nicknames they give Dil


The way Phil is so sweet and caring towards everyone even if they’re mean or rude to him


The way Dan gets 78986875723654732% more offended than Phil when somebody doesn’t credit him


The way Dan will stand up for Phil even if he’s in the middle of a room full of people

Their bedhead when they wake up and Dan’s hobbit hair

Phil with his glasses on

The way they eat breakfast and watch anime together


The inside jokes they have made over the years with each other


The smiles they give each other that literally have fondness pouring out


The way they can both show every good emotion with just their eyes and I have no fucking idea how they do it


The way Dan wears all black and is loud and has a low self esteem and isn’t afraid to say how he feels and how Phil wears bright colors and is quiet and contained and how he is afraid he’s not good enough but somehow they found each other and it was the day that the sun found the moon.

She looked at him and said, “We’re all the same. We are all human. We all want to be successful and have jobs and spouses and families. And eventually, we will all die. We aren’t that different from each other.” He looked at her with an expression of disbelief. How can she believe that? Maybe he was just a dreamer and she was a realist and they saw the world in different ways, but he couldn’t believe they were all the same.
“But I am me and you are you and we are both made up of our own losses and triumphs, our happiness and sadness, our life struggles. And nothing is more beautiful than that thought. We are different, not by the way we look, but because we have all endured different battles. We have all overcome a different demon.” She was quiet as she thought about that. He had a point, and God he was beautiful when he spoke of something he was passionate about. She had always struggled with herself. Always so cautious to believe in anything that couldn’t be seen, like God or love. She saw the world in black and white. But this boy who had a fire in his heart, he made her see the world in color, and he made her want to believe in love.
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unscripted much? 😉

The most fascinating part of rebelcaptain for me is that it’s an uncompleted story. It’s a story of what could’ve been. The reason we didn’t see a kiss between the two, in my opinion, is because they weren’t allowed to get to that point in their relationship with one another. The hug solidifies that there were true feelings between them. The way Jyn smiles, the way Cassian brings his face in closer to her shoulder. They loved each other, but their story was ended before it could begin.

I think the elevator was where they realized how real their feelings were. Those looks, that closeness. That’s more than just friendship. Jyn wasn’t going to let Cassian die alone and Cassian, though wounded, found his way back to Jyn because he was serious when he told her welcome home. He would be the home she never had. The person who’d stick by her through it all, even until death.

Even when Jyn is unnecessary to the mission, Cassian always goes back for her. He always tries to take care of her. Jyn has been without a true purpose for so long and Cassian’s had a set purpose since he’s been six years old. Both see something in the other that they long for and through their mission they find each other in a way they, at least I think, don’t necessarily expect to. Their love is subtle and slow and it builds up.

The reason I love rebelcaptain is because it’s a not quite and that’s how life is a lot of the time. They had a beginning, but because of their circumstances they received no ending and in a way that almost immortalizes their bond. The way we saw things falter for Han and Leia we never have to see for Jyn and Cassian. It’s bittersweet. They get this image of each other as their last moment, their success in reaching their goal, but their love never got to be complete. They never got to kiss because the story wasn’t over yet. It got cut short because that’s what sacrifice is. Sometimes you have to let go of what you love most for the best of all.

keith and lance ft. arguing+in love:

  • they’ll get bickering and all up in each others’ faces and it hits them at the same time how Gay they are
    • “No way, dude.”
    • “Uh, yeah way.
    • “REALLY?”
    • REALLY REALLY” and then they just. start making out
  • “every time you call me “mullet” you have to kiss me.”
    • “fine. but every time you don’t address me either as “the tailor” or “sharpshooter” you have to kiss me
    • “guess we better have a practice run just to make sure we’re clear on the rules then, huh lance?
    • “looks like it, mullet.”
  • they’re piloting their little fighter drones and lance’ll elbow keith when he one-ups him, and keith’ll shove him back and lance will giggle and be like “stop” and poke keith in the ribs and keith laughs “I’m not doing anything!!” and before long they’re just a tangled puddle
    • allura: “boys! we are under attack!
    • lance: “I knOW keith is attacking me please hELP”
  • the only thing that can keep them from bickering with each other is when they team up on someone else. 
  • one of the blade of mimosa ppl offhandedly mentions that their fighting is sloppy and keith and lance devour him
    • “uh? Excuse You? did you see keith’s moves out there?”
    • “were you even watching the same battle? lance did great.”
    • “he freaking destroyed those guys and if you think he didn’t then you gotta answer to me”
    • “yeah and I’d like to see you pilot a 10,000 yr old warship, buddy”
    • “so just, turn around? and never insult my bf again”
    • “the door’s right over there. away from lance.”
  • the dude just backs away slowly, then turns and runs from the sheer burning force of their gay power
How much alike Victor and Yuuri are (1/3)

So one thing I absolutely love is the fact that at the beginning of the anime it looks like Victor and Yuuri are complete opposites but then as the story goes and we learn more about them they turn out to have very similar ways of dealing with emotions and people. And I think this is one of the reasons why their relationship is so strong because they really are able to understand each other quite well.

Let me start with that “opposites attract” trope because I think that yoi creators play with that a lot at the beginning. It’s even in those obvious features like with the fact that Victor is taller and has light hair and blue eyes while Yuuri is smaller and dark-haired with brown eyes - it’s just so cliche? And there’s more of course, while Yuuri is shy Victor seems to be very open, Yuuri doesn’t believe in himself and Victor seems to be even over-confident, Yuuri gives up easily while Victor always pushed himself further, also Victor acts like he’d be very experienced with love while Yuuri never even thought about it and so on. Funny thing is that actually all of these things we think about both of them and especially about Victor turn out to be wrong at some point.

It’s so interesting to rewatch everything after ep 10 because it shows even more how unreliable Yuuri’s narration is. Yuuri learns very slowly that Victor is a human being too and I think that it’s not until ep 7 where he finally lets his idealised image of Victor go. But even then I think that most of the things we learn about Victor we know from the man himself in these rare moments of his narration and I love how much more Victor is willing to admit they’re alike. 

Like really willing to admit it. If he goes to Japan to find his inspiration it’s not because he lacks some technical or even presentation skills that Yuuri has. It’s because he sees in Yuuri someone who treats skating very similarly to Victor’s way, he sees that Yuuri puts his emotions into his routines and all his determination he puts in order to win and that’s something that Victor’s needs to get back as a skater. In other words, he sees in Yuuri his younger self, eager to win and challenge and brave enough to put all his soul into his performance. And that Victor knows from the very beginning (apart from the fact he probably thinks about them as soulmates since banquet).

And there’s another attitude they share as skaters – at some point, they both really gave up everything for skating. 

A lot of things, like including “life and love” maybe?

It not only gives us a hint of how much they’re both inexperienced with relationships and having fun they are also realising at the same moment that they are not satisfied with their lives and careers anymore. And this is so important because probably the most significant thing we learn about Victor in episode 10 is that he needed Yuuri as much or maybe even more than Yuuri needed him. The point is that they both lack exactly the same thing, they need their inspiration to skating back and they need someone to share their lives with and this is precisely what they find with each other.

So in firsts episodes, we are meant to think that Yuuri and Victor are very different but what we learn from Victor tells us a lot about how similar they are. And what they share as skaters is their determination to win and love for skating itself but also they way they sacrifice everything for skating to the point where it doesn’t make them happy anymore.

Another thing I’d like to discuss is how many traits they share and how similar are ways in which they express their love but I just feel this post is long enough and I’m very tired. Anyway, this for #victuuriweek and also for a wonderful @blue-phoenix-tears who suggested this topic long, long time ago.

RIGHT Y’ALL BLEW THIS WAY OUT OF PROPORTION OH MY GOODNESS. OR MAYBE NOT IDK WHAT EVEN IS GOING ON HERE ON THIS DAY?!

After episode 11 aired in Japan Tumblr basically flooded with the translation that Yuuri is ending things with Victor.

But listen hereeeee; I highly doubt it’s the relationship that’s over. Like come on they are definitely aren’t breaking up. Just look at the preview subs!!!

So it’s pretty clear that there’s no way in hell they’re breaking up -
either the coach-skater relationship is ending or Yuuri is referring to both of them retiring maybe.

Honestly people don’t even worry about the angst cause there’s no way this is ending sour. (God knows I might have just jinx’d it..)
What I’m thinking is that there needs to be some sort of a conflict so the last episode can be truly epic.
And also, if Yuuri is talking about them going their separate ways even though they love each-other, then perhaps that’s why Victor is going to be skating ‘Stay Close To Me’ at the Barcelona arena (there’s a meta somewhere that sounds pretty damn legit and explains why the skating from the trailer is happening in Barcelona I’m sure most people read it I can’t find it rn).

Anyways I think this is either Yuuri’s anxiety acting up hence why he’s preparing to maybe give up Victor and then he’ll swoop in like come on don’t be silly I love you lots.

Orrrr we won’t find out what they talked about until the end of the episode where they’ll just casually reveal that they’re both retiring after this and they’ll be cute house-husbands. Let’s stay positive peeps cause next week is going to be epic. Don’t be downers <3 

On a side note Yurio and Otabek’s encouragements to each-other and high scores gave me fucking life so that was a thing. (Yurio broke Victor’s world record real good I’m proud of my angsty Russian son.)