I love this shot because it shows how familiar and comfortable Yuuri is with Victor.
1) He’s grabbing onto Victor to keep his balance as he puts guards on his skates. He could hold onto the rink barrier wall, since he’s standing literally right next to it. He doesn’t.
More to the point, he’s not holding onto Victor in the most practical
way. If he were using Victor just for balance, he’d grab onto the part
of Victor that’s the closest–his near shoulder or arm. But instead he
wraps his arm around Victor’s shoulders to grab his far shoulder. Is it necessary? Nope. Does Yuuri do it anyway? Yep.
tl;dr: Yuuri’s holding onto Victor like this not because he has to, but because he wants to. And then proceeds to not let go for a bit.
He wasn’t your first kiss but the way his lips pressed against yours made you forget about the childhood kisses behind trees in parks now torn down. He would pull fibres of skin off your lip to see the deep red of your blood, the deepest of red could only match his heart. Leaving small paintings around your neck and collars of collisions of purples, blues, and reds. His hands wrapped around your legs above your knees. Hold you against the wall, your body being small could feel cement scrape with bone. It hurt you but not as much as he was going to hurt you. Hiding away on walks around lakes that were never there until someone decided they were going to create art. He would show you his poetry, write endless lines about you but you failed to respond to simple messages from him. He would look down to his shoes with shyness. But still take you out, shower you with sweet and salty treats until you were of full content. You were hiding from your mom in movie theatres because you wanted to know what it was like to make out like they did in the movies. Sit in back for no one to see lips pressed against each other, hands on chests digging into skin, leaving scratches and pinks lines. Melting into burgundy cushions, soaking them in your love. His flesh would be under your nail beds and would chip the little nail polish you wore. Out in the mall he would tell you that even in yesterday’s outfit you’d look like the only girl in the world and even in thousand dollar fabrics you’d look like the only girl in the world. His pitch black hair would fall in front of his. You would smile as you pushed it back to see the person that would drown you in love. His smile was crooked, angled to the left, was one you would day dream about. He dressed up for you, head to toe wearing the finest for you. You loved his suits although you’d only seen him once with a blue shirt and black suit that engulfed you into the night sky. Now every time you look into the sky you see his silhouette made by stars and the face on the moon as him.
Headcannon that Wirt is left handed and Dipper is right handed. Whenever they study together at the library they always sit on the same side of the table. As they write down notes from their textbooks with their dominant hands, their non-dominants are clasped tight out of view. They help but giggle as passersby take no notice.
These Paper Walls Can Hold Your Feelings - Trixya - Star
“We live in adjacent apartments/hotel rooms and our bedrooms are on opposite sides of a very thin wall and one night I heard you crying and talked to you through the wall” AU set during the filming of season 7.
(Saw the prompt, fell in love with the prompt, wrote the prompt. Tempted to write a part 2)
“Jackson, Jackson wake up” you shook Jackson wanting him to wake up. You didn’t know why he was being so stubborn to wake up today.
“Mama” you heard a small voice whine. You turned to see your daughter holding onto the wall for support. Her eyes were watery ready to cry. You stopped attacking Jackson for a moment to pick up your daughter. “Come here sweetie. I was going to go feed you soon but your dad won’t wake up.”
Jackson mumbled incoherently being bothered by the noise you and your daughter were making.