You know what I hate in society? People telling girls it’s wrong to fantasize about a perfect guy. That it’s wrong to have these unattainable standards that men have to live up to. I understand, every human has their flaws and men are included in that. But my Prince Charming is out there and you can’t tell me what I can or cannot expect in my future husband. Maybe he will have flaws, a lot of them. But they won’t be anger, stubbornness, or pride. My true love will not call me names, tear me down, or make me feel less than he is. My future love will be only love and only kindness and only gentleness and loyalty and patience. He will not raise his voice at me for no reason and he will not wrongfully punish or abuse our children. Maybe this man doesn’t exist in the modern world. Nobody is perfect. But I will hold every man I ever meet to this standard of what a man should be. And if they don’t measure up, that’s their loss, not mine. Not all men are monsters, but I’m done kissing frogs hoping they turn into a prince.
So, I just found out that Yuuri's Japanese voice actor can sing and I can't help but imagine that Yuuri can sing as well??? Like, he has such a BEAUTIFUL voice and the first time Victor hear him singing he's just crying because he's so moved and he can't believe how his boyfriend can be so perfect
Oh my gosh give me a moment, I’m dying. Imagine Victor lying on Yuuri’s lap and falling asleep to Yuuri singing. Imagine Yuuri humming while Victor cooks and he helps out, imagine Yuuri singing in the shower and Victor reading a book while he wants for him to finish, imagine both of them singing along to a song while the drive into the sunset dude I’m dying
can you write another that's like the reader is a costar on SM:H and it's kinda like the song Satisfied from Hamilton where Haz is Angelica (giving up the girl) and Tom is like Eliza (getting the girl) but there are still super strong feelings between reader and Haz. And the one you just wrote was perfect- I can't. Sorry for bugging ya!
I also thought of this song while writing this: (xx)
You sat, perched classily on the stool in front of the bar. Chatter was surrounding you as your eyes scanned the wall of various bottles of aged liquor. A man, dressed suitably in a black vest, sat beside you. His eyes met yours briefly, giving you a smile that made your heart flutter.
“Hello, darling.” He spoke breathlessly, his voice was soft, with an elegant accent. You returned the smile. The bartender came over then, asking for his poison. After taking your orders, since you were dry, the well-dressed man turned to you.
“What’s a lady like you doing sitting by herself?” He asked, subconsciously bringing his pink lips in between his teeth..
“No man can quite get it right.” You answered, giving him a sly smirk.
“Get what right?” He asked, leaning in closer to you, his eyes playful. You didn’t answer as the bartender slid over your guys’ drinks.
Daesung’s voice is srsly one of the most beautiful sounds my ears ever were blessed with. it’s such a perfect soothing, husky, soft but yet powerful voice. it’s so expressive. like i’m so in love with just his voice? even if i wouldn’t know what they look like or what kind of personality they have, i would do anything for a person with such a beautiful voice
i can't get this out of my head so imma throw this in your direction because why the hell not: Nightvale AU, Victor = Cecil Palmer, Yuuri = Carlos the Scientist. Please discuss?
oh my gosh, let me just lie facedown and bask in this. Victor Nikiforov, the Voice of Night Vale, who excels at his prescribed role in life but never thinks far beyond it, not until this gorgeous boy rolls into town and demolishes and reshapes his worldview. He was always the perfect observer of his town, but Yuuri makes him a part of it in a whole new way.
(He shares his wedding plans with everyone on air. They have never been happier for him. Even Makkachin, the standard poodle floating about four feet off the ground in the station washrooms, seems really invested.)
And then meanwhile across town, Yuuri has two grants to write, a book to publish if he ever wants a shot in hell at getting tenure, and a temporal mystery to wrap his head around, and these days his head is spinning on a good day… and then he turns on the radio and there’s this beautiful voice and he feels as calm and steady as he ever does. And he doesn’t even mind that wedding thing that much. Every radio show needs a running gag, right? And besides, when Victor starts joking like that, sometimes Yuuri thinks about how nice it’d be if he actually meant it.
Don’t imagine your bias as a new father. Don’t imagine him being handed your tiny daughter for the first time, eyes full of wonder, his smile brighter than the sun as he whispers, “Hello, beautiful.” Don’t imagine him holding your hand as he rocks her to sleep, humming a lullaby with his angelic voice, stroking her chubby little cheek gently as her eyelids flutter shut. Don’t imagine him looking up at you, your sleeping baby in his arms, tears in his eyes as he murmurs, “Jagi, she’s so perfect. I didn’t think it was possible to be this happy, I just…. I love you both, so, so much. I feel so lucky, that I get to protect and love two of the most beautiful girls in the world.”
You know the moment when you fall asleep in someone’s arms? When the entire world quiets, murmurs just above a faint buzzing, as if you’re locked away in a chamber. When the sound of breathing, not controlled by your own lungs, fills the air around you until you almost choke on it. When every nightmare, every monster the world could conjure in darkness, is nothing but a figment of a faraway memory.
Dean didn’t know he knew that moment until he had Cas. He didn’t know the world could be anything but bleak until he felt the weight of his fallen angel against his chest. Every shift, every small minuscule breath, every tick of a clock in the distance, brought peace to Dean.
He could recall that day’s events. Summarize the good and the bad. Remember each smile, each laugh, and store it deep in his heart. It didn’t hit him that each day brought new joy until he could have this time to really truly grasp life.
Sometimes he didn’t sleep at all. His mind whirling and quieting like an old dance he perfected over the years. Choreographed by the hardships he’s faced and the happiness he’s starting to understand.
No matter if he falls asleep or not, something never ceases to happen. Each morning, as the sun inevitably rises above the bunker, Dean will feel a pair of lips press against. It’s chaste, never wanting for more, but so perfect it always turns up his lips just the slightest.
It’s that kiss that gets him through the day. Keeps him fighting. Makes the world, the world of monsters and fighting, seem worth it.
“I love you.” A crisp rough voice will groggily greet the morning air.
“I love you, too, sweetheart.”
And Dean will keep fighting.
*gigling over kyungsoo's picture, kyungsoo's voice, kyungsoo's video*
so, is this your crush ?
*le gasp* what? mom, no. yeah kyungsoo bb is hot, cute, adorable, handsome, and perfect, his voice is just so, ugh, like honeydew, and his personaly, reserve and dorky but caring-
*rolling her eyes*
--ehm, yea, what i mean is, i love him but not in romantic way and i can't love him that way, i am not allowed
...okay *start to regret this conversation bc she knows i won't shut up*
because he has jongin, they are in love. i can't. nobody can't love him like jongin. and kyungsoo loves him back.
who is jongin?
*play exo MV and point at jongin when he is doing hipthrusts* he is the perfect guy for kyungsoo. they are in love. they will build a family together, live in the house on the green grass with 3 adorable dogs play on the yard
*start showing kaisoo gifs, pictures and videos*
*sigh* *stare at me with 'do i have to do this' face* *watch the videos and see the picture*
nah, they are just friends, they're just being playful.
what. NO. NO. NO. NO. GOD NO. THEY. ARE. IN. LOVE. HOW CAN YOU NOT FEEL THE LOVE IS IN THE AIR WHEN YOU SEE THEM. NO. NO. NO.
okay, maybe, they're a lil bit too close and touchy-touchy...
they are in love. they are banging.
um, okay. just don't sleep too late and don't forget to turn off the wifi before you go to bed. *slowly walk away from me*
NO. My feeling was hurt bc you questioned KaiSoo's love. I need to spazz over them now and read fluffy KaiSoo fanfics to heal the feels. I am gonna stay up late.
*sigh* that's nice, dear. *close the door *mumbling something about not raising me right*
Prompt: every Sunday night Evan and Jon have some alone gaming fun night and AHHH I can't explain it I tried writing this out myself but I'm trash but this is how the first part went that explains it perfectly "FUCK YOU!! HAHAHAHA” blasted in Evans ears while playing GTA, it was just Evan and Jon, not recording just playing around and having fun. They did this every Sunday, just so get together and forget about life. Jon even used his good mic so Evan could hear his real voice. It was perfect."
Jonathan was spoiled. Every week, every day, every hour, he’d wait for Sunday evening to arrive. When he woke up on Sunday mornings, his heart leapt with pure excitement. Of course, he’d do his errands, distract himself in any way possible until the sun set and his phone buzzed. A familiar name popped up and Jonathan would be at his computer in seconds, logging on to Gmod or GTA or whatever fun game they had planned for tonight.
His hands would shake when an invite popped up on his screen along with the regular incoming Skype call. It was a little bit pathetic, but he didn’t care. This was his escape. His only night to talk about his problems and laugh way too much. Certainly an escape of sorts, a tiny vacation. His own, beautiful, short-lived world. His and Evan’s world.
“What’s up, loser?”
Jonathan grinned, “Nothing much, idiot. Just ready to play some games per usual.”
He could hear a thumping noise coming from Evan’s mic, almost like he was nervously tapping his fingers on his desk. “Well, I was thinking maybe we could talk about something a tad bit different tonight. Nothing serious. Actually, yeah, it’s kind of serious.”
It would be a lie if Jonathan said his palms didn’t get more clamy than usual. Or that his breaths became uneven. He managed to let out a shaky “alright” before putting his controller down. A thousand thoughts ran through his head. The biggest one being a question: “What if he doesn’t want to talk to me anymore?”
The strangely dressed man, just a dozen or so feet in front of him, let out an exaggerated sigh as he pulled his crossed feet from the desk and let them drop to the floor. He placed a finger in his book to mark his place and looked up at Thomas, making no effort to hide his annoyance.
“How many times do I have to repeat this?” the man said, his nasaly voice a perfect match for his pale skin, thin hair and skinny body. And that suit. That stupid white suit. Oddly, his words weren’t muffled at al by the barrier. “We still have forty-seven minutes before I’ve been authorized to implement Phase Two of the Trials.