First take on Yuri on Ice!
I needed to fix this scene for my soul. Even made it before the next episode is out, yay!
(Seriously thanks to university i have literally no freetime. It’s killing me. This is the first drawing after three weeks, sorry for being so unactive…)
I look in the mirror and I don’t like what I see.
I see things that can be fixed and things that can be hidden.
But I have no energy, I don’t have enough strength the change those things.
So I’m going to keep looking at this mirror hoping that one day, things might change.
KILLER:Beauty and revenge are words that shouldn’t be together. Which is the price of the beauty? Is the revenge enough to fix yourself? Hey little girl, what happened to the shy person who you was? Your beauty is hurting me. Even if this is a joke, let me have you just for a night.(Kill Bill inspired)
I GUEES I NEED YOU:Day 1: She smiled to me… she is gorgeous. Why I can’t even share a word with her? … Day20: Finally I could enter to the sanctuary where this goddess is governing my heart, I couldn’t talk to her again, but I left her a note: “Hope you can see me tonight, because I’ve already done it… you’re so hot when you sleep, please, let me hug you just one night. Forever yours, Jung Daehyun”
CHIQUITA:Ladies and Gentlemans, are you ready? For the show that could save or change lifestyles. ‘Chiquita’ is coming. She doesn’t promise make disasters. She’ll destroy all the things that impede her to continue her way even If she has to kill you, but don’t worry this could be the second act. Welcome everyone to this musical. (Chicago inspired)
WALK: I walk all the nights with the hope that I’ll find you again but wipe clean the memories that are countless like the stars . I want to go back to the start, when I didn’t know you. The day I first met you I want to avoid that coincidence…we’ve never met, we’ve never loved. I know it’s difficult, but you’ve gone and I need to let you go. Love you, Yoo Youngjae. ‘Are you sure to send this message?’
NOW: How many years have to pass to forget a second? You aren’t here anymore, should told you how important you were for me. Where are you? I also forgot how you look like, I only have you in my memory, in my paintings. I’m sorry I promised you that I’ll be okay, but I can’t, when I took the brush my mind only want to return to the moment I painted you the first time. I loved you, I love you and I’ll love you forever. -Draft No. 267 of Moon Jongup.
KINGDOM: What would you be able of doing to have the absolute power? What do you need? Power? Wisdom? Patience or Innovation? Do you kill your friends if you can fulfill your wish? Can you die for someone? This is the real life, you have to fight if you want to be someone or you die being a jeer.
Hey! Hey! For those people who read all of this post… THANK YOU. Please, wait for ‘Skydive’ Individual Poster… could be amazing ;) yes, as you can see I’m a Brown Eyed Girls’s fan…(alsoiamworkingonmyownversionoftheFF0000image)
It’s not until her phone rings that Kara realizes she might have made a mistake letting Leslie go without a fight…
Spite is a powerful motivator, and that episode needed a lot more Cat to be fixed. Since we can’t get it in the show, I bring you the fix it fic we all needed. I’m up three hours past my bedtime and taking a sick day so I can get some sleep, but this was worth it. Enjoy!
Author’s Note: Ohooo~ For my wonderful friend @ticklyfandoms who requested Victuuri with 22: “It’s freezing in here.” And I agree, little spoon Victor is way too cute aaah~ So, like I told you while we were talking about him, that is what I included! I hope you enjoy this, dear! ♡♡
Description: It’s a very cold night in Hasetsu and poor Victor isn’t getting enough warmth from the blankets. As a way to fix this, he seeks out Yuuri to cuddle with him. Though, while they are cuddling, Yuuri caresses Victor a little too gently and draws quite the reaction from him!
Word Count: 1,129
Victor tightened his grip on the thick blankets that he had lazily
slung over his shoulders as he reached out and knocked on the door to
Yuuri’s bedroom. He had decided that he would stay in Hasetsu with Yuuri
and his family for the holiday season, but he hadn’t expected it to be
so cold there.
The door almost immediately opened to reveal Yuuri with bed
hair and half-shut eyes. “Victor… What time is it? Shouldn’t you be
“It’s about one in the morning, I think. I’m sorry for waking you,
I just… I got a little cold in there,” he replied, rubbing the back of
his neck. “Can I stay in here with you for the rest of the night?”
I swallow poison because it’s the only consistent thing in my life.
It does not lie.
When I am high, I am high. When I am crashing, I am crashing. There’s no mixed signals and it has never denied the fact that it is killing me.
Drugs have been kinder to me than most people; drugs have no favoritism. They show no love, no hatred.
It sounds sick, but at the end of the day, I AM sick. No half-truths will change that. No prayers will change that. Screaming at me, telling me I’m throwing it away…
It will not change that.
You cannot fix me.
I have to fix me.
And I’m sorry if it hurts you, but I’m not ready to be fixed.
((I just need my fix.))
You asked me why I went to drugs for help instead of people; I always had drugs and they always had me; I always had people, but they always left. -n.m.d // mine
I am so in love with this you have absolutely NO idea how happy this stupid drawing makes me right now. I have been grinning the entire time! This will probably be the only thing I post for the next few days; I know I’m not going to do anything tomorrow because it’s truck day and then I need to start finalizing my costume. But ugh, these nerds are killing me rn! Based on my text post here http://blackwolfartz.tumblr.com/post/146421373999/if-its-worth-anything-i-have-thought-about-atem Let’s all also appreciate Pouty!Atem lol
He gets mad about the fact they can proclaim anything about a Millennial and it counts as fact. Lazy, unwilling, repugnant. He says to me it’s unfair. That when you argue, you’re ignored because you’re one of the group they’re being taught to hate.
And I understand that rage. But it is a rage that goes deep in me. Is not unfamiliar. Of course I’m emotional, I’m a woman. Of course I’m in need of therapy, I’m queer. Of course my father is illegal, I’m Hispanic. And the lists are long and tiring. Islam is a religion of hatred, black people deserve to be shot for existing, people with disabilities just need faith and magic and not government funds, mental illness is a state of mind that wears off, and on and on and on and
I tell him with a shrug I agree because the fight is dying in me. How much does shouting fix anything. They’ll still kill you in the street for protesting. For being alive and daring to question. For being happy, alive for a moment in a club, or drunk in an alley. Who cares. Who cares. There’s always another article someone typed up in 15 minutes that “disproves” our claims. There’s always a 65 year old white man to decide our court case.
Yesterday, laughing, I discussed what hashtags they would use to remember me when one day being gay or Cuban or a woman catches up with me. None of them have a name in them.
“Our Generation doesn’t want the work of a full relationship,” says an article. The boy points at it. Talks about how he’s in love, how I’m in love and have been for almost 4 beautiful years. “They just spin a wheel and make stuff up and everyone believes them because it’s got the word ‘Millennial’ in it.” He takes a deep breath. “Who even wrote this?”
Menstruation is needed to be a woman. All gay people are just confused. There are always rules. And there’s always someone making up the rules. Some judge who sees boys as carefree sons. Some lawmaker who doesn’t use tampons. There’s always the voice of “reason,” somebody “on the inside” who agrees with the majority. There’s always a girl who says it’s okay for the guy to have “needs.” There’s always somebody.
I nod and sip my coffee. Who wrote it doesn’t matter. What people see, they believe.
And our voices are small. And our voices are breaking.
This pix is just killing me with it’s cuteness, it’s sweetness, it’s whatever. *sigh*
I am so excited for tonight’s episode because I’m in NEBRASKA this week!!! I don’t have to wait to watch it or avoid all you evil EST/CST peeps on Tumblr all night lest you lucky ducks post spoilers. I need my Carisi fix BAD and I’ll get it three hours earlier than if I was stuck at home. YAY!
Okay, I’m off to take a power nap even though I know some of you are awaiting answers/correspondence from me (including an anon who asked about what I do for a living). However, I can’t think straight right now because I just worked with a night shift followed by a day shift - that kinda wears you out. But don’t worry, I WILL catch up with you all - I promise.
It’s your love that fixed the scattered segments of mine
Rectified my cold and frozen heart
Made rainbows appear in my stormy mind
Killed the anxiety planting in my head
Taught me how to love every droplets of life
Took away my fear for storms and dark
Freed me from the web of anger and hate
Wiped the tears pouring down my cheeks
Wrapped me in a warm embrace that felt like home
Yearned my soul that once died and buried
Replaced my nightmares with sweet dreams
Filled my heart with every sentiment
My heart was alive once again
Like, a magic spell was casted
You’re the magician as I might say
Thank you for making it possible
Thank you for loving a broken girl