my soul needs this rn

We wish you a merry Christmas

We wish you a merry Christmas

We wish you a merry Christmas

And a happy New Year

Orthodox Christmas is yet to come. presents, however, go for the New Year’s.

now tell me this,
and you tell me true.
would you still love me,
if I hadn’t bloodied my hands,
crawled my way out of hell for you?

I loved you first; I'll love you still, so what’s one more bitter pill? (h.m.)

inspired by Not Easily Conquered by whatarefears and drop-deaddream

Paper Cranes

When little Yuuri first found out about Viktor he wouldn’t stop talking about him.

Viktor this, Viktor that, everything the boy could talk about was ice skating and Viktor Nikiforov, his latest performances, his records. It’s absolutely adorable, however, it also gets a little tiring, especially if you had an inn to run.

So his mother told him the legend about the origami cranes and taught him how to fold them, it was just an idea to keep his occupied, even if only for a little while.

Yuuri made it his goal to finish folding a thousand paper cranes so he would be granted a wish which he would use to finally meet his idol Viktor Nikiforov.

It takes him years and he doesn’t fold them as regularly anymore as he used to as a kid, but sometimes he would look at the jar with the origami cranes and fold another dozen of them. He would go back to folding them after watching Viktor’s new performances, after a win and especially after a fail.

Viktor enters his life and the paper cranes are soon forgotten, resting in the jar somewhere in his closet. It’s when he packs his things to move to St. Petersburg when he finds it again.

He takes them with him to Russia and finishes folding the last few cranes.

It’s their first anniversary when he gifts Viktor the jar with the paper cranes because he couldn’t wish for anything more with Viktor by his side.

“For the man who fulfilled all my dreams and wishes.”

imagine watching animé in bed with joshua close beside you, his hands tightly wrapped around your waist, tracing circles on it;

and his chin resting ever-so-lightly on your shoulder, so that when he laughs at something his favorite character says, you could feel his chuckle vibrate through your bones

then eventually falling asleep tangled in each other, the laptop still playing the next episode on your lap

heavy b re a th in g…….

Watching CA:TWS with my grandmother. Alternately titled 'Kewona Fucks Up'
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  • *watching the Peggy and Steve hospital scene*
  • Her: Is that his mother?
  • Me: Uh, no, actually that's his girlfriend.
  • Her: *shocked look of shock* How?
  • Me: He's from the forties. He's actually super old.
  • Her:
  • Me:
  • Her:
  • Me: I have fucked up.
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  • *later, watching the Bucky vs. Steve highway fight scene*
  • Her: Isn't that the same coat you have?
  • Me: *nervous laughter* Oh yeah, totally the same! It's not like I made mine look just like Bucky's murder-vest or anything... hahaha why would I do that?? No reason
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  • *and finally, the 'til end of the line' helicarrier scene*
  • Her: I don't understand why he [Steve] won't just kill him [Bucky.] I don't care how good of friends they are. This is more important.
  • Me: *screaming internally* Oh yeah.
  • Her: They act more like lovers than friends.
  • Me: *actually biting a pillow like a fucking psycho* Yes. Fucking yaaaaassss.
  • Her:
  • Me: I need so much h/c fanfic to heal my soul rn.
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  • *after the movie Grandma Quote of the Night™*
  • Her: I couldn't hear what they were saying most of the time, but those men you talk about all the time really are visual candy.
  • Her:
  • Her: You're not too young to marry one of them, you know. ____________________________________________