a ah ive been struggling with my gender identity for a while now and im just ?? dont know ???
Omg me. Buddy I’ve been trying to figure stuff out for going on 5 years now, and let me tell ya something:
It’s super hard. It hurts a whole lot to not know who you are. Sometimes it’s alright and you think you know, but then a week will pass and you’ll be back to square one. I can’t personally promise it’ll ever stop, because I don’t know first hand if it ever does. But you know what? It’s alright, because we have each other, we’re not alone in this. We’re real and valid and we’re gonna be okay.
a concept: Victor usually wakes up first in the mornings. So when Yuuri wakes to find Victor cuddled against him, breathing slowly and steadily, it’s a pleasant surprise. He brushes his fingers through Victor’s hair and Victor instinctively moves closer to him, gravitating towards Yuuri’s touch whether conscious or unconscious.
They have to leave soon, so regretfully Yuuri whispers to him in Japanese, trying to wake him. Victor hums, still asleep, and tangles a leg in between both of Yuuri’s. Yuuri kisses his forehead and his chest aches with unconditional love that could reverse the turn of the Earth, that could part the ocean, that could put out the embers of the sun. Five more minutes won’t hurt anyone.
Roy and Riza are a great couple in most ways except one: neither can cook to save their lives. Roy would be a reasonably decent cook if he ever tried something simple, but he immediately goes for gourmet and completely botches it. Riza, despite being an almost impressively competent in every other way, somehow manages to set her food on fire the minute she gets near an oven or stove.
They basically live off of takeout