okay not really anything

i know everyone’s excited about all the keith and shiro moments in season 2 but like

keith is 17 and shiro is 25. shiro was 7 when keith was born. keith is still a minor.

like i’m 21 and i would feel like a creep dating a 17 year old. so shipping a 25 year old with a 17 year old is just really not okay.

I had the sudden urge to draw them in Elie Saab dresses (x) (x) and I JUST—-

why do they look so good they’re illegal


Funny how that works, huh?

It’s awesome to be able to draw Mark with his black hair again


a man and his kitten

yuuri is helplessly queer and i love him

a tiny coffee shop au drable, for @jeffishere, who asked for coffee shop + fluff + victuuri. Check out their art! It’s much better than my writing I swear

There’s a hot guy in the line.

There’s a hot guy standing in the queue and oh god Yuuri is going to fuck up so bad.

He hands the teenage girl in front of him her drink on autopilot, already feeling his cheeks begin to flush, despite the fact that the guy is like, three clients away. Hell, it might be Phichit who takes his order, instead of Yuuri. That would be a blessed day.

It’s not like the guy is mind-blowingly gorgeous or anything - okay, he really, really is.

He’s got stylish silvery hair, long and shiny, so soft-looking that makes Yuuri want to reach out and touch it (in a very non-creepy way, okay, Phichit?). The guy’s taller than him, and slim in the sort of way that hints at muscles underneath his blue sweater (and oh, would Yuuri pay to see those muscles up close). And it’s not even the fact that he’s attractive that is throwing Yuuri into the path of irredeemable madness; he’s also cute as hell. The heating is on at the café, so most people carry their coats in their hands, sighing at the difference in temperature and fanning themselves, but the guy has resolutely stayed the way he came in, almost as if he’s making a statement.

And he’s got the whole outfit, too: a long scarf wrapping around his neck (thankfully not covering all of his face, so it’s there for Yuuri to drool over), an adorable hat which goes down to cover his ears, with a pattern made up of snowflakes and ice skaters. But the worst part is…

…the mittens.

The guy is wearing mittens (wolly, pastel blue, puffy mittens) inside, and it’s absolutely doing it for Yuuri. He wants to cuddle the man. What is wrong with him?

“…Excuse me?”

Oh shit. Yuuri stops his very-polite-appreciative-gaze (it’s not staring, Phichit, stop laughing) and snaps his head up to meet the custumer’s eyes, embarrassed, “Um, yeah, what will you be having?”

He’s just finishing up, giving the middle-aged man his beloved chocolate muffin (Yuuri saw the desperation in his eyes, and he totally gets it; he’s the same with pork cutlet), when Phichit says, “I’ll be in the back.”

It doesn’t register for a moment, until it does.

If Phichit’s in the back, and no one else is attending customers, and the line’s getting shorter, then -

“Hi,” The Most Beautiful Man Yuuri Has Ever Seen says, smiling and brightening up his world without a second thought. He’s got blue eyes. Yuuri’s never been this dead in his entire life, and he once accidentally gave Leo’s mom a lap dance. “Could I have a latte, please?”

“Uh,” Yuuri’s trying, okay?

The guy’s smile widens, just a little, before he leans his head down a bit, looking at him from between his eyelashes and murmurs, just loud enough for Yuuri to hear, “And maybe, your number?”

He’s never finished a coffee faster in his life.


Continuing my trend of French titles because why tf not.  Episode 8 gave me feels and I am a dog person and we all know snuggles are the best with puppies.  Have some more Victuuri fluff.

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Yuuri let out a contented sigh as he stepped out of the bathroom. He often took it for granted, having lived at an onsen all of his life, but there was nothing quite like a soak in the hot water after a long day of training. He scrubbed at his hair with a towel as he made his way to his room, his mind still half-distracted as he went through his programs in his head.

His thoughts were interrupted by the click-click of nails on the floor, followed by a wiggling body leaning against his legs. Yuuri smiled.

“Ah, Makkachin!” He leaned down and scratched her head, earning a tail-wag and a lick on his hand. “Did you eat yet?” Makkachin’s tail wagged faster, and she pranced in front of him, nearly tripping him. Yuuri chuckled—just like her owner, she was enthusiastic about food. He glanced down the hallway, looking for the man. “Victor?”

The door to Victor’s room was closed, and there was no response when Yuuri knocked on it. Makkachin looked between him and the door, and then down the hall expectantly. Eyebrows raised, Yuuri turned back towards the main room, Makkachin darting in front of him to lead the way.

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I have finally rewatched this amazing musical and this is just a perfect crossover for these two, okay?

And I believe, there’s good in everybody’s heart,
Keep it safe and sound.
(Listen close to everybody’s heart,
And hear that breaking sound.)
With hope you can do your part
To turn a life around!
(Hopes and dreams are shattering apart
And crashing to the ground!)

(Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog – I Cannot Believe My Eyes)


Once, when his uncles asked him what gift he wanted for his nameday, he begged them for a dragon. “It wouldn’t need to be a big one. It could be little, like I am.” His uncle Gerion thought that was the funniest thing he had ever heard, but his uncle Tygett said, “The last dragon died a century ago, lad.” That had seemed so monstrously unfair that the boy had cried himself to sleep that night.

Okay so it really bothers me when fanfiction (or anything really) is all like ‘oh she’s so pretty she doesn’t wear makeup’ (there is nothing wrong with not wearing makeup up btw) or 'she wears way to much makeup it’s because she’s popular’ like ???????? There is nothing wrong with wearing makeup and it doesn’t make you fake. I don’t get it??????

Part four of my Internet Friends Pliroy AU!  (This really needs a proper title…  Oh well, something will come to me eventually.)  Hope you guys like it!  As always, comments are welcomed and encouraged!!  <3

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

He woke up to a text at 9:04 a.m.


J.J. laughed around his groan.  How was he already awake?  They had a day off between the short program and the free skate, so why wasn’t he resting? His phone chimed again.

Yuratchka:  Shit, I hope I didn’t wake you up.  I had a weird dream, so I woke up kind of wired.
Yuratchka:  You were in it, actually.  Well, kind of.  I don’t know what you look like so your face was… blank, I guess?  That was weird.  You were taller than me in my dream, too.  I don’t know if that’s true or not.  How tall are you?

J.J. snickered.  He might as well get up.  He checked the time on his converter—1 a.m. in Montreal.  He could be awake.  He’d have to stop texting him for several hours after responding a few times…  He could keep up the ruse.  It would be fine.

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Please come talk to me about Patrick Stump

“Fucking hell, you are  so beautiful.”

it took me hours to decide how to color this omg but here is the love of my life, noora sætre ♥︎