It’s 11:30 and I’m probably going to hate this in the morning but whatever.
(So @keilattes inspired me to draw the Victuuri Lovechild™ and I was scrolling through a bunch of @zephyrine-gale ’s art earlier and then I was like RAINBOWS and I think I accidentally rather poorly drew your offspring by accident so yeah I’m sorry)
Can i request a cute paramedic also named Yuuri Katsuki BECAUSE PIZZA BOY AU SLAYED ME
The ninth drink was Christophe’s idea.
(The first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth drink, of course, were Victor’s ideas. But that’s not the point.)
(And as for the loss of Victor’s clothes—he’s not sure whose idea that had been. But at the time, it had seemed like a good idea. Now, since he’s face-to-face with the most beautiful man he has ever seen, it… Well, it still seems like a good idea.)
“Am I dead?” Victor asks groggily, as he looks up into the stars. And by the stars, he means the paramedic’s eyes. The world spins. But that’s less of a romantic reaction to the man above him and more of a biological reaction to the alcohol.
“Um…” the paramedic starts, and his eyes are torn away from Victor’s as he starts to look over a clipboard. “No. You’re not.”
paul's that guy who's like hey happy birthday and the other person is like ? it's not my birthday and paul is like oh haha i thought we had the same birthday weird :^)
john wants drugs
mother nature's son:
the most passively egotistical song a person could write (until let it be)
everybody's got something to hide:
john takes paul's hello goodbye how to write a song advice but the end product wasn't as good
even the instruments are dripping with sarcasm
PAULL IS!!!!! INTO SERIAL KILLERS!!!!!!!! (i bet your parent(s) said that at least once if they've heard this song)
long, long, long:
is anything playing hang on *turns up volume* oh yeah it's just long, long, long
so weird bc it sounds like past john writing to future john complaining about like bagism, or like a song paul would write when he and john were doing that cute back and forth thing for a while
when the beatles' time machine breaks down in the 1930's, they need to use the power of music to save the day. written + driected by paul mccartney, executive producer george martin
proof that chocolate is both sexy and scary
cry baby cry:
rich people doing casual rich people things like painting a painting and holding a seance
if......you become naked *crowd chants*
really cute but kinda awkward if you're listening to the album at like 1pm
“Romance novels are meant to placate women with silly fantasies.”
Romance novels support women, inspire women, and give them a voice.
Look there isn’t enough space in 100 posts to discuss all the ways in which romance novels are subversive as fuck in regards to the societal views of women. Luckily Maya Rodale and Sarah Wendell have me covered.