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tracer: Game? 😂😂 LIFE 🌿 isn’t ❌😒 a GAME 🏏👾🎮 but if it was, i’d WIN 💯🏅🏆🎖 Bc I’m 🔛 that daily 🗓📈 Grind 💪🏽😤 out Here Chasin Dreams 💫🏃 So 🙇 🗯 stop ❌⛔️ Playing Games 😝🎮 Bc the world 🌎 could always use more ⬆️ HEROES ✨💥⚡️ #Overwatch⛽️🅰🆖 RIP Mondatta 😔🙏👼🤖⚰

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170710 CH+ CHATROOM W/ TAE

> Hello🐯
> I missed you guys so I came🐯
> I got chubby on my face, so I’m going to work harder🐯😂
> But I can’t control my hunger, so I bought a large burger🐯😍
> I’ve been eating the BLT Long Chicken burger lately🐯😭
> I’m going to save my burger until I watch Fight For My Way🐯🤘🏼
> Let’s all pray… that athlete Dongman gets his hearing back…🐯😭😭😭😭😭
> Our break is too long I want to see our ARMY soon🐯😫
> And tomorrow Bon Voyage comes out🐯☺️☺️
> I’ve been taking a lot of photos lately, but I’m afraid my camera will get wet from the rain🐯😅😅😅
> I will work hard to take and upload pretty pictures🐯👍🏻
> Bye🐯👊🏻
> muah💋

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"bloom with the flowers" spell

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to help you grow healthier; mind body and soul, and to not be afraid of showing your vibrancy to the world… just like the blossoming plants.

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We talk a lot about Yuuri having to reconcile his idea of Viktor with the real Viktor–that is, Yuuri has this flawless, wonderful ideal of Viktor in his head which has to sort of be cut down to fit the person that Viktor really is. Which is a healthy part of their relationship, and which I completely agree is something Yuuri has to face at some point during that first summer.

But I think there’s also something to be said about Yuuri realizing that some of the horrible things he’s heard about Viktor through the skating community grapevine are not so true.

Yuuri, despite what he says, is much closer to is idol than most people ever get. If Viktor is a movie star, Yuuri is the secondary character–he’s there, and a lot of people definitely know he’s there, and he knows enough people who also know Viktor for the gossip mill to really get churnin sometimes.

I also think that at the back of every person who has ever had a celebrity crush’s mind is a little voice saying, “Never meet your heroes,” and Yuuri Katsuki is terrified of that little voice, and it contributes to the distance he keeps from Viktor–because at some point, that much distance from someone you’re facing off against in international competitions has got to be just a little bit purposeful.

So cue Viktor coming into his life all of a sudden one day, and all Yuuri can think about are the terrible awful no good very bad things people have told him about Viktor and the kind of person Viktor is.

“Fuck Viktor Nikiforov,” an older skater had told him after Skate America, six glasses into a box of wine and bitter as hell about missing the podium. “No, really, fuck him. The Russians are paying off the ISU to keep him at the top. He isn’t even that talented. I hear–I hear he doesn’t even train. I hear he just shows up and fucking does whatever and they give him gold because he’s Viktor Nikiforov.”

“I…don’t think…” Yuuri frowned at his own glass of wine. “I mean…that couldn’t be true.” He glances at Phichit next to him. “Could it?”

“Sour grapes,” Phichit advises, and Yuuri isn’t as familiar with English idioms at that point, so he thinks Phichit is talking about the wine.

Yuuri mostly forgets about it, but somewhere in the back of his mind–he can’t stop thinking about it. He watches and rewatches Viktor’s old programs and wonders to himself if the reason he thinks they’re so good is because he’s watching them through rose-tinted glasses.

Yuuri and Phichit are suffering through finals and trying to survive through twenty-hour days of nothing but studying and skating. They lay themselves on the bleachers one afternoon while they’re supposed to be doing warm ups.

“What if I just quit school and became and underwater basket weaver,” Yuuri mumbles directly into the metal seat of the bleacher. “That would be fine, right?”

“WWVND,” Phichit replies. “What Would Viktor Nikiforov Do.”

“You’re right,” Yuuri sighs.

“Viktor Nikiforov is dumber than a box of rocks,” says of the other members of the club as she skates by. “You know he never even finished high school? I mean, what counts as high school in a country like Russia. The guy probably thinks two plus two equals borscht.”

“That’s not…” Yuuri smushes his nose against the bleacher. “Hey, that’s not…”

“FUCK OFF OLIVIA,” Phichit shrieks across the rink, and Celestino definitely hears. They have to do twenty minutes of line drills. 

“What Would Viktor Nikiforov Do, right boys?” asks Olivia as she watches Yuuri try not to heave after Celestino finally releases them from their Sisyphean torture.

“I’m gonna fucking kill her,” Phichit says, and he sounds so deeply serious that Yuuri is sincerely worried.

Several weeks later, someone mentions Viktor within earshot of Phichit and he jokingly says, “Watch what you say, that’s Yuuri’s future husband you’re talking about,” and it sort of makes Yuuri want to hit him but mostly makes Yuuri blush.

“Really?” replies that someone. “I don’t know about that, Yuuri. I wouldn’t touch that guy with a thirty foot pole. He sleeps around. Probably has all kinds of nasty stuff going on down there.”

“Oh, whatever,” Phichit says, rolling his eyes. “Like you would know.”

Yuuri ducks his head back into his book and tries not to think about it.

These are the things that Yuuri holds in the back of his mind about Viktor, the worries that travel with him anywhere he has even the chance of encountering Viktor Nikiforov. 

‘Never meet your heroes’ becomes something of the unspoken mantra of Yuuri’s life. 

Then Viktor Nikiforov catapults himself straight into Yuuri’s lap, and Yuuri learns a few things.

Viktor trains. Viktor trains hard. Viktor has neglected everything but training and skating and satisfying his own frantic need to be the best for twenty years. Viktor Nikiforov is a lonely, sad bookworm with one friend and a gaping, yearning need to be touched–and he did not get to be where he is without making sacrifices. 

Yuuri has never met anyone who made more sacrifices for this sport and this art than Viktor Nikiforov. It opens something up inside of him, throbbing and raw. It makes Yuuri want to take Viktor’s heart and shove it inside his own chest so that it never feels cold or lonely again. It makes him want to stand on the top of a tall building somewhere and scream fuck you to every person he’s encountered whose jealousy tried to convince him that this man was less than what he is.

And yes, Yuuri knows now that Viktor is forgetful and brutally honest and often doesn’t say the right thing at the right time.

He knows that Viktor is only ambidextrous in that he can use a fork with both hands and that it takes him twenty minutes in the morning to decide on a shirt to wear. He knows that Viktor Nikiforov is a blanket hog and that if Yuuri wants to wake up still covered in the morning, they have to have no less than three blankets on the bed at all times.

He knows that Viktor sometimes descends into these loops of manic energy where he wants to do everything and can’t sit still and in those moments, Yuuri wants to lock him in a room and leave him there until he starts making sense again.

He also knows that Viktor Nikiforov has the most genuinely beautiful soul that Yuuri has ever had the opportunity to touch. He knows that very few people in his life will ever love him like Viktor, and that he himself has never felt for anyone quite what he feels for this man. His man. 

He knows these things and he thinks that maybe Viktor is perfect after all, perfect in his imperfection. Every jagged edge of his fits into one of Yuuri’s, and every curve of Yuuri’s lovingly presses flush with Viktor’s until they fit together seamlessly, like a pair of puzzle pieces.

Yuuri is also still a very petty person on the inside, though–which is why he makes posts on Instagram that read things like Viktor received his sixth well-deserved Russian National gold today! Congratulations to my amazing fiance.

And also:

So proud of my husband for all of his hard work commentating at the #Olympics. Some people go to school for half their lives and aren’t half as articulate as my Vitya. #Proudhubby

After that last one, Phichit leaves a voicemail on Yuuri’s phone that is literally just two whole minutes of him laughing hysterically and then wheezing, “THE SALT!” before hanging up.

“Yuuri, why did Phichit just sent me…sixteen crying laughing emojis and a text that says ‘your husband I can’t,’ in all caps?”

“Because a lot of people tried telling me you weren’t perfect and I’m proving them wrong,” Yuuri replies, not even looking up from his phone.

“Oh,” Viktor says, and literally crawls on top of him.

Yuuri supposes that the moral of the story is that the heart wants what the heart wants, and you have to find perfection in the imperfections–Viktor is loud and ditzy and forgets the English word for tomato on an almost daily basis, but he’s Yuuri’s husband. And because he’s Yuuri’s husband, he’s perfect.

๐Ÿ”ฎ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐ŸŒ˜๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ”๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒ–๐ŸŒ“๐ŸŒ’๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ”ฎ

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alien emoji rating

I really like aliens so I’ll go ahead and rate my little boys

Apple:

He looks cute and kind of nice, this shows that aliens do come in piece, the gradient effect gives a 3 D  S P A C E  P I N B A L L feel which is a nice touch. 4/5. He’s really nice, someone give him live stock for his planet.

Goolge:

I’m not sure Google is aware of the popular conception of aliens, but maybe they know something we don’t???? The colors are flat, something that in most cases is not bad, but this time it is, he seeks intelligent life yet he looks as he has no life at all. 1/5.

Microsoft:

He’s conventionally attractive and happy for some reaon, I’d let him make patterns in my crops, the T H I C C lines are not the best idea but the glow in his eyes are perfect. Not the best desing choices but I can deal with it. 3/5.

Samsung:

Isn’t this the most visually pleasing gradient ever made by human kind? But not for this guy, he looks like he’s dying cuz can’t breath our oxygen, poor fellow, also his face looks strange, he might as well be Mr. Burns. 3/5. Looks really smug and I bet this kid thinks he’s the smartest guy in the class.

LG:

Straight out of the uncanny valley, the face you’d expect to see from a badly written creepypasta edited over an old photo that’s supposed to possess you, looks scary, creepy and offsetting but not in the nice way aliens are supposed to look. Please deport him to his planet. 0/5. Save your children from LG cellphones.

HTC:

Look at this guy, like LOOK at This gUY!! His cute smile, this lime boy looks so mischievous, probably on space Santa’s naughty children list. The lines, the colors and the E D G E S are so pleasing to the eyes. 5/5. I’d let this guy invade my planet any day and eradicate all sentient matter without hesitation.

Facebook:

He’s scary, creepy and offsetting in the nice way aliens are supposed to be, the soulless eyes and the grey color blend so nice together making him intimidating and also hypnotizing. 5/5. Please take me away with you and use me as a guinea pig for your nefastus plots. 

Messenger:

The colors looks like he’s from a flash animation and his face of utter disgust makes him unpleasant, I’ll take him with my leader because I don’t wanna deal with him. 3/5. You might be ugly, but you’re the designated emoji for most of my chats.

Twitter:

He’s minimalistic and cute, this grey buddy is my friend, please hug him and treat him nicely, he just want diplomatic relations with our planet, give him love and natural resources, he deserves them. 4/5.

Mozilla:

This guy is not an alien, he’s a light outlet. He’s nice and is probably that one cousin they sit with you on family gatherings, not because you get along, but because they want you to keep him from doing something stupid like breaking a bowl or causing a nuclear holocaust. 2/5. Sorry Kyle, I’m not your baby sister.

๐Ÿ‘‹๐ŸปHEY๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿป YOU seXXXy๐Ÿ’‹ LITTLE๐Ÿ˜ซ ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐ŸผSLUTS๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘…โ€ผ๏ธโ€ผ๏ธ๐Ÿ“†Today๐Ÿ“† is ๐Ÿ’ฅFUCKUARY 14TH๐Ÿ’ฅ which means๐Ÿ‘จ๐ŸปDADDY CUPID๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’˜ is ๐Ÿ’ฆcumming๐Ÿ’ฆ for youโš ๏ธโ€ผ๏ธโ€ผ๏ธ He’s been โœŠ๐ŸผYANKINGโœŠ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ˜ฉon his bow๐Ÿน and arrow๐Ÿ’˜ all night๐Ÿ˜– getting ready to ๐ŸŽฏshoot๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ’ฆ all over you ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿ’ง so Daddy Cupid draw ๐Ÿ”™ your bow ๐Ÿนand let that ๐Ÿ’ฆ๐ŸคฃCUM FLOWโžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘… ๐Ÿ’ฆ โ€ผ๏ธThis day only ๐Ÿ’ฆCUMS๐Ÿ’ฆ once a year ๐Ÿ“…so โŒrip offโŒ your ๐Ÿ‘—clothes๐Ÿ‘™ and JUMP ๐Ÿ‘๐ŸปON ๐Ÿ‘๐ŸปTHAT๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป GOOD ๐Ÿ‘๐ŸปDICK!๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ’— ๐Ÿ™๐ŸปSaint๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿป Valentine๐Ÿ’•๐ŸŒน is the ๐Ÿ’žSLUTTIEST ๐Ÿ‘„Saint there is, so ๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿปspread๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿปyour holy ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿปbible โฌ…๏ธwideโžก๏ธ to take everything ๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†he’s got๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป. ๐Ÿ’Œโ˜„๏ธSEND๐Ÿ’Œto 5 ๐Ÿ’„VALENHOES๐Ÿ’‹so ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿปyou๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿป can get ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿค—OFF๐Ÿ˜Š tonight ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜œโค๏ธ๐Ÿ’•โ€ผ๏ธ if you ๐Ÿ˜ตDON'T๐Ÿ˜ต you’ll be ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐ŸปSTUCK โŒwithoutโŒ ๐Ÿ˜–CHOCColate๐Ÿซ๐Ÿซ or ๐Ÿฅ–long๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ†thicc๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ† ๐ŸŒนPLOW-HERS๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒทfor the next 6๏ธโƒฃ9๏ธโƒฃ YEARS!!!! ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚