my married friends

Okay but imagine Yuuri retires from competitive figure skating at 27, and he decides to go back to college to become a teacher.

So this boy walks into class sporting the just-rolled-out-of-bed look with the sex hair and the big comfy sweater and the starbucks cup in one hand.

And you know, he’s enjoying his life, he makes friends in his program and on the weekends he helps his husband teach cute little kids how to skate and they have this cozy little house together in a nice neighbourhood. He probably has girls and guys falling for him left and right.

And then one day, Yuuri’s out with his friends, and they’re at a cafe or something.

And a group of girls comes up to them, and they’re all blushing and nudging each other saying “You talk first!”.

So Yuuri just turns this absolutely blinding smile on them and asks, “Autographs?”

The girls squeak, and nod furiously.

“Sure!” he says, reaching out for the notebooks they’re holding out for him to sign.

And about ten minutes later, after several selfies and autographs and a lot of gushing and squealing and “Please let Viktor know we’re looking forward to Yuratchka’s upcoming season,” the girls leave.

So Yuuri turns back to his friends, and they’re all just staring at him with wide eyes and gaping mouths.

Yuuri kinda wonders if there’s something on his face.

The first thing that comes out of anyone’s mouths is, “…who’s Viktor?”

And Yuuri’s kinda confused as he replies, “….my husband?”

“YOU’RE MARRIED!?!?!?!?” his friends all shriek.

Yuuri looks down at his hand to make sure his ring is still there. “Yeah?” he says, holding his hand up.

“I thought that was just a fashion statement!” one of the girls exclaims.

“Why did they want your autograph though?” asks another of his friends, and Yuuri just looks away sheepishly.

“I’m…uh….a retired competitive figure skater?” he asks, his voice going higher with embarrassment. “And I…uh…got 2 golds in the Grand Prix…and 2 golds in Worlds….and maybe a silver in Pyeongchang?”

His voice gets progressively quieter as his face gets even redder.

His friends are staring at him in horror and shocked disbelief now.

And he thinks he might as well get it all out now.

“And…my husband might be the most decorated athlete in figure skating history?”


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The wedding vlog with Phichit

Phichit: Wedding vlog!! Come see my best friend marry his childhood crush in the extravaganza of the century! And with me today is my main man Chris!

Chris, sipping martinis at 11am: I’m so proud of Victor for finding a man ready to accept his receding hairline.

Phichit: Let not male pattern baldness stand in the way of true love! Let’s go!

*dabs*

*cut*

Priest: Look, you’re going to have to shorten your vows. I’ve got another wedding at 3.

Victor, holding a five inch thick wad of notes, outraged: This is the abridged version.

*cut*

Yakov: Ladies and Gentleman, I give you the grooms!

*Victor and Yuuri walk out of the church arm in arm, beaming.*

*crowd cheers*

Yurio: *aims his flower petals directly at JJ’s face*

*cut*

Phichit: Hey handsome, I caught the bouquet! Want to be in my video?

Seung-gil, off camera: Did you specifically ask to sit next to me?

Phichit, whispers: It was fate.

Chris, to Seung-gil: I saw him texting Yuuri.

Phichit, sliding in close to Seung-gil: Fate…

*cut*

Yuuri: Oh my god who installed a pole at my reception??!

Chris, toasting Victor: You’re welcome.

*Victor, tearing up* * Chris winks at the camera like he’s on The Office*

*cut*

Yuuri: I thought that was a bachelor’s night special!

Phichit, handing him champagne: It’s too early to say.

*cut*

Phichit and Chris: As joint best men for our speech, before we got on to embarrassing university stories, we thought we’d talk about the qualities that make Victor and Yuuri such a great couple.

*brings up a powerpoint*

Phichit: Ass.

Chris: Booty.

Phichit: The male form. 

*slides change*

Chris: Now as we can see from this shot, Yuuri is blessed with ample…

Yuuri: I don’t know what else I expected tbh. Victor, more champagne please.

Victor, lovestruck, bewitched, missing Yuuri’s glass and pouring it on his lap: Yes darling!

*cut*

Yuuri: Have you seen Victor? After we cut the cake he was crying and said he had to go thank Jesus or something??

Yurio, coming into the room: … you guys are not going to believe this.

*cut to outside shot of Victor clinging to the church spire, pants off, waving his cake at the sky*

Victor, screaming: I’M GAY! THANK YOU JESUS!!!

Yurio, yelling: YOU’RE DRUNK.

Victor: Good point. I’m gay AND drunk, THANK YOU JESUS!!!!!!

Yuuri, tears in his eyes: I love him so much.

*cut*

Phichit: Ok I may have had a little too much and flirted with that fireman.

Chris: You asked him to douse you with his special hose. It was incredible.

Phichit: At least they rescued Victor.

*cut*

Phichit, crying softly: Don’t forget me on your honeymoon!

Yuuri: Don’t worry, I’ll think of you every time I ask Victor to douse me with his special-

Phichit: NO!!!

Victor: I’m not sure how to feel about that.

Chris: Well he did just promise you a blow jo-

Victor, blushing, visibly excited, grabbing Yuuri and slamming the car door: WE’RE GOING NOW BYE.

*cut*

Phichit: So, how was the wedding for you?

Milla: The open bar was great except… Yurio got in.

*Yurio runs past on all fours, growling and spitting*

*cut*

Seung-gil: … how did this ring get on my finger?

Phichit: Don’t you worry your gorgeous head about it, you lily soft love muffin. 

*cut*

Michele: I think Victor went on his honeymoon pants-less…

*cut* 

Chris: We should’ve asked the firemen to help clean…

*pan out onto an empty room, tables messy with plates and glasses, streamers everywhere, Yurio is asleep on the ground, there is a small fire in one corner and Victor’s pants flutter from the chandelier*

Phichit: Worth it.

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Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark. (insp.)

hey, you two should kiss [21/??]

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May ☁️ week 18

Last week was a great week. A lot of things If you may have noticed: I graduated from college, it was my dad’s birthday and my best friend got married. On top of that, this spread was featured on a Buzzfeed article recently. I’m overflowing with gratitude 💕

☁️ Stickers on top picture are from Paperkumaco Shop on Etsy.

kitikat101  asked:

If Michael and Jeremy got married I'd want Michael to take Jer's last name just so he can say "We're Heere" on their wedding day

He totally would tho oh my god

  • Me, old and withered, slowly rocking in a rocking chair beside a fireplace, the grandchildren i wont have because im gay huddled on the floor around me: back in my youth...we didnt have any police cadets...or noah sexuality arguments...in fact, noah was only in four episodes of the original total drama!
  • Nonexistent Grandkids: (gasp in terror) Gee whilickers that sounds terrible! How did people live back then!?
  • Me: Don't even get me started on the great war of duncanxcourtney vs duncanxgwen... be glad you kids today didnt live through....the be my bad boy amvs...
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Valencia, that’s such a beautiful name, what’s the origin of that? Well it used to be Maria, but I never felt like a Maria, so I changed it to my mother’s maiden name, Valencia. It’s the Spanish word for brave.