he was so happy tho

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Okay back to happier (?) topics - today’s prompts were firsts/future/tears !!!! and honestly that’s probably a happy set why did I go for this even we might just never know

dan as dodie songs throughout the years
  • 2009: would you be so kind
  • 2010: 6/10
  • 2011: when
  • 2012: intertwined
  • 2013: sick of losing soulmates
  • 2014: human
  • 2015: dear happy
  • 2016: i've been busy
  • 2017: my face

Can we just appreciate Yurio’s little smile in this frame?

I don’t think there’s ever been another time (on screen) where Yurio has smiled during a skating routine…

I need Yurio to be able to skate to his song choices more!!! I need a Yurio who loves what he’s skating to!!! This was just such a perfect routine for him!!! I just need MORE!!!


(On second thoughts, maybe he’s smiling at Otabek…)

sun’s out, crab floaties out

It was ridiculously hot here last week and I decided to commission @tumbling-kyrill​ for some more Floatie Tony. After all, one can never have too much of Tony’s crab floatie. Here’s a link to their commission info, check them out!

I like to imagine Neil giggles a lot when he gets tipsy. Imagine: Andrew and Neil sitting on the roof, sharing a bottle of whiskey, Andrew’s bitching about Kevin and Exy and Neil is just lying with his head on his lap, staring up at his stupid face and losing his shit. Andrew alternates between glaring at him and shutting him up with a kiss. 

phil lester sits criss-cross applesauce atop a world of his own creation and smiles. he stands in scuffed shoes and cares steady, holds consideration in gentle palms and offers it like the worst kept secret. jokes, delicate and airy, translucent flower petals and lavender blush and making the world a bit brighter. well meaning words settle whisper quiet into hearts, moulding them into something better, something softer. the rosy brightness of adoration blooms steady behind his eyes and glows for something good.

phil lester sits on his old bedroom floor and tells a camera about his day. ten years later he performs his last show on a worldwide tour, best friend by his side and tucks memories laced in silver and gold in his back pocket for safekeeping. he stumbles and a million hands reach out to balance and propel him forward. happy screams and photos and tweets and art and unadulterated love put down roots in his chest. vines creep across his ribcage and beat in a rhythm only he can hear, safecomfortablewarm. he locks it there, vivid and precious.

phil lester smiles, sunlit and breathtaking, the turn of his lips smeared on and dripping joy like a fingerpainting. he inhales colour and light and sound and exhales creativity, his fingers itch for something just out of his reach. mind floating away, barely there clouds dancing and wispy, and lying back among them and dreams about flying. determination is sharp in his veins and laces through his lungs like string tugging him along, do this make that write this down plan this out. add another rung and climb higher. he twists lovely things with clumsy fingers and adds another line to the autobiography titled how to make the stars appear dim next to this.

phil lester looks at the sky, twinkles wistfully and wonders if he could be up there. he doesn’t realise he’s been flying for years.