one of the best things to wake up to

Another year with this Angel, the woman who changed my life and saved me from myself.
I love you more than I’ll ever be able to tell you, I really don’t think I’d be here if it wasn’t for you; On my roughest times you’re the reason why I kept waking up everyday.
I really hope you’re having the sweetest day, and I wish all your days to be full of happiness and love, ‘cause you deserve nothing less than the best things in this world.
One day I hope to be able to return you the happiness you’ve given to me, unfortunately I don’t think it will be possible, since you fulfill my heart with love and joy everyday, but I’ll keep doing my best and at least make you smile every chance that I get.
Happy Birthday my Sparkly Star, you’re the brighter soul in this universe 💖

Magdalena Frackowiak’s Skin Rules
  • Firstly, don’t touch your skin, because your hands have a lot of bacteria. I also believe in always using alcohol gel on your hands, because everywhere we’re touching things.
  • When I say goodbye to someone I don’t kiss, because this also has a lot of bacteria [laughs]. Don’t kiss just anyone, that’s my advice.
  • Never try to push a pimple. If you have one, the best thing you can do is to take a pure alcohol on a Q-tip, and delicately touch it.
  • I’ll often make myself a natural mask with honey and avocado, or I’ll make a mask with oats and milk - oats are very good as a scrub to cleanse the skin. I also like pure oils - like avocado oil. I’ll warm it in my hands and rub it in.
  • When I wake up, I wash my face only with water, and I take a small towel and dab it gently.
  • In terms of products, I use Doctor Alkaitis organic moisturiser - with no perfume, no chemicals; just natural products inside. I try wherever possible to keep my skin free from chemicals day-to-day. I have an amazing herbal toner from Dr Alkaitis, but very little else.
  • I also like to make a hot bath for my skin: combine some oils and herbs and let the pores open, and then use a towel afterwards to gently dab the skin.
  • Having said that, I see Dr Colbert in New York and he has an amazing three-part treatment: the first level is basically a machine that takes away all the dirt and cleans your skin; then there’s a delicate laser that closes your pores; then the third level is an acid used like a peel. And that’s the only treatment I will do.
  • When I travel, I make sure I have a good natural moisturiser to rehydrate my skin, and once I’m on the flight I’ll put on a mask and just sleep with it on.
  • Make-up is also very important because it can clog your skin, and you don’t want your skin to be clogged. There is an Armani foundation that I use, it’s already very thin, but I’ll mix it with a little moisturiser before I apply.
  • Then vitamins, because vitamins nourish your skin from the inside out. Vitamin E, A, all the omegas, and fish oil are all very important - and also I like to eat chicken soup because it contains collagen. I eat a lot of avocado, a lot of fish, beef - because your skin is built from these oils. You need to care for the skin from inside. I can have pasta, trust me - I live in Italy. I’m not torturing myself.
  • Another thing I do, and this comes from my mother, is I sleep like this [mimes totally still, on her back, corpse pose]. You don’t want to wrinkle.
  • The other things are quite obvious. I drink a lot of water, I like hot water and lemon to clear the skin. Don’t smoke, and I don’t drink alcohol at all. I’m 30 and I have not one wrinkle, so this is why. It’s all about being very delicate with your skin and treating your skin like it’s your best friend. I say to all the young models, who are there backstage with a cigarette: “Don’t smoke!” It kills, you know, it really kills. You see that girl in 10 years and she won’t still be working, you’re like: “Wow, she changed so much,” because she destroyed herself. Don’t party too much, don’t take drugs: you get the face you deserve.
  • I like to stretch, I think it’s very important for your body, so I do yoga and pilates, but I don’t like to go to the gym and work out. I don’t have that body type. Some girls, like Izabel Goulart, have that body and look great that way, but I treat it the same way as my skin; you have to be very delicate with your body. I don’t like to have muscles, but I also don’t like to be too skinny. Sometimes I notice I got too skinny, and even my skin will suffer - maybe if I’ve been working too much - but it’s about balance.
  • I’m really proud to say I turned 30, and I’m getting so many compliments now. I’m a woman and I took care of myself.
Waking Up

waking up w your avenger boo

Bucky: Most of the time you were awoken by Bucky himself shifting around in the bed, and petting the dog who managed to place himself on top of both yours and Bucky’s legs. The Great Dane seemed to think he was a small lap dog, and tended to do whatever was necessary to reach Bucky’s hand that was willing to scratch his ears. The next thing you always took notice of was the creases in your face from having your cheek pressed to his bare shoulder all night. Which also explained how your hair became a tangled mess, and one with Bucky’s long hair. But the overall best thing was Bucky’s sleepy face; hooded eyes, and a smirk that could make your pants fly across the room. Not to mention the raspy, sleepy voice that you adored more than anything. Waking up next to Bucky is the best place to be in the world.

Steve: It seemed like he donned a halo each and every morning that the sun came shining through the window panes of your bedroom. Even on grey mornings, Steve seemed to have an aura about his sleeping body that brought a smile to your face. Every morning you reach out to brush your hands over his cheeks, then place a kiss on his nose before he wakes up only to pull you closer. One thing nobody really knew about him was that his body temperature was so out of whack, so most nights he spent only sleeping in boxers because he was so warm. (Not that you minded one bit) Steve also really enjoyed having the news on in the morning once the both of you were awake, because this way he knew what was going on in the world all while having you in his arms.

Natasha: Since Natasha absolutely despises being sweaty, she “fixed” the thermostat in your room to always be a chilly 65 degrees. So waking up next to her, more like on top of her, is the best part of the day. Both you and Natasha are always bundled up with plush blankets that have been collected from various missions, and presents from over the years. To be honest, your bed could win a competition of the comfiest in the Avengers tower. But waking up next to the Black Widow was incomparable, red hair splayed out on the white pillow case, face scrunched from the dreams she was having. It was rare for you to wake up before her, since Nat’s wake up time was normally about 5 am. But either way, being with Natasha was the greatest time in your life.

Thor: The giant teddy bear you’re lucky enough to call your boyfriend was the best cuddler of all time. No one could ever come close to his soft skin and big arms pulling you to his side. However, Thor always ended up naked in the middle of the night, even if the previous night’s activities weren’t all that crazy. You often climbed on top of him and used his whole body as the bed, because he was honestly the comfiest person ever. He beat the bed’s comfort level by a long shot. If not for his horrible morning breath attacking your nose every damn morning, you would stay sprawled out on him all day. Thor adored seeing your sleepy face every morning, which gained you even more cuddles and kisses.

Bruce: He had developed a habit of scrunching himself into a ball while he slept. Bruce felt secure this way, and small enough to keep his destructive nature contained so he couldn’t hurt anyone. But the truth is, he hated it. He wanted to stay spread out so he could hold you, but his constant inner conflict kept him balled up. You always tried to lay on top him, hoping to keep him in one place for the duration of the night. It never worked, because you always ended up rolling off of him in your sleep. Which then started the chain reaction of him giving in to the reflex and curling up into a ball. It happened every night, without fail. Bruce craved contact with you, though, so he grabbed your hand and held it close to his heart. Waking up every morning without feeling in your hand became regular, because he gripped it in his sleep so unbelievably tight, like he was holding on to you for dear life.

Tony: If Tony is sharing a bed with anyone, there’s a 1000% chance there will be physical contact involved through the entirety of the night. You developed this theory when you had woken up early one morning, with one half of your body almost overheating and the other half cold enough to snap off. Feeling the steady rise and fall of Tony’s chest against your back, you looked over and realized that he had you locked in a bear hug. One of his arms were always tucked around your waist, and the other was underneath your torso, hand gently gripping the side of your stomach. Tony’s embrace is so unbelievably warm, in contrast to the below freezing temperature of his room. It feels like a furnace during the winter, so warm and so comforting. Comforting enough to keep your restlessness at bay until Tony woke up.

Peter: Sometimes when he came home from long missions in the city, he totally forgets to take off the spider-man suit. So this lead to you making sure that Tony upgraded his suit to the most comfortable material, not only on the inside for peter but on the outside as well. It was a gamble every morning on who would be where, since he formed a habit of flying out of the bed. You tried your best to prevent him from going anywhere, mostly by smushing your face into his neck and hooking your arms around his muscular frame. This usually guaranteed that he wouldn’t be flying anywhere, but there were slip ups. Sometimes, though, the placement shifted and he ended up nuzzled into your side. It was your favorite way to wake up, with his unusually warm body pressed against yours. So you loved to wake up with a faceful of warmth, and Peter.

Pietro: Since you were the closest thing Pietro had to a pillow, you always woke up with his head resting somewhere on your body, his hair tickling your skin. It woke you up every morning, without fail. Sometimes, he had planted his face on your chest, and lazily thrown an arm around your torso. Other times, he had his head on your stomach, absentmindedly rubbing small circles everywhere he could reach, the monotony putting him back to sleep. Most times however, Pietro had his head on top of your boobs, talking about how comfortable boobs are while you were lowkey suffocating. There was even one occurrence when he had completely flipped himself over the opposite end of the bed and had placed his head on your thigh. But it didn’t matter where he had ended up, you always cracked a sleepy smile and ran your fingers through his hair until he woke up.

Scott: This man child always woke up at least an hour before you did, there was never a time when he didn’t. You would have thought that he would just get out of bed and let you sleep. But no, he stayed put on his side of the bed and intently studied your face. Scott admired you like you were a piece in an art gallery. His eyes were drawn to the arch of your nose, then to the soft curvature of your cheekbones. You were in such a peaceful state when you were asleep, it was more than just beautiful. Well, to be fair, Scott thought you were beautiful under any circumstances. Sometimes he would just blurt out how pretty you were when heading home from missions, covered in sweat and blood. But there was just something about when your face was reminiscent of the peace that came with sleep that made you glow. When you finally cracked your eyes open, you immediately met his and uttered a raspy ‘good morning’, causing him to smile like a goof.

Loki: Personal space was very important to Loki. It didn’t matter that you had been sharing a bed with him for as long as either of you could remember. If Loki didn’t want physical contact, then that was that. You still were the only exception, however. Every evening, you would climb onto your respective half of the bed and get cozy, and wait for Loki to do the same. You never pressed him into any type of cuddling or anything, because you knew that you would make your way over to his side of the bed eventually. It always happened, and Loki never complained. He tried to keep the fact that he really enjoyed your cuddles a secret, but that was the one thing he couldn’t hide behind the facade. You discovered his “secret” when you woke up one early morning and buried your face in his hair, and pressed into his back. Instead of gently pushing you back to your half of the bed, he reached behind him, grabbed your arm, and brought it over his torso. Nothing could melt your heart more than that.

Clint: For some odd reason, unbeknownst to the two of you, you were both on the same exact sleeping schedule. The two of you became used to being sleepy at the same times, and opening your eyes at the same time as well. Throughout the night, Clint would wrap his arms around you, and you in turn would knit your legs together with his. The two of you would basically become human pretzels all while sleeping. He wanted to be as close to you as possible, and found that entangling his limbs with yours was the best way, without you two literally fusing together. That’s when waking up at the exact same time was good, because you could spend some time giggling and reclaiming limbs without waking the other. Honestly, you two were so enamored with each other it almost made everyone else sick, but you two were as happy as ever.

Wanda: Wanda’s room is undoubtedly the most cute and comfiest room in the whole building. Starting with the fact that it’s always at a perfect seventy degrees. The pillows are memory foam, the blankets are fleece, and Wanda is the perfect size to cuddle. So it was a given that you would sleep together in her room. In the mornings, the only thing that would wake the two of you was Steve’s incessant pestering about training. He would periodically knock on the door, open it and peek his head in, reminding the two of you that ‘you can sleep after practice’. Wanda just groans and cuddles deeper into your side, while you cover your face with another pillow, effectively tuning him out. Mornings with Wanda felt like a dream, because you never felt more peaceful with anyone else.

concept: we’ve just graduate college, moved into a tiny, crappy, little apartment, but that small space is filled with more love and laughter than one could ever hope for. I wake up and go to sleep next to the love of my life everyday, and its like living with my best friend. We spend our days exploring, we’d rather spend money on experiences, rather than things. Our nights are spent building forts, binge watching Criminal Minds, curled up in OUR bed. Life is good, good with you. This is what happiness feels like.

Dear all forgotten “I love you"s
 Let me tuck you into bed for the last time 
Three words that used to have meanings 
Whispered before dawn, between twilights, 
behind sheets, above intertwined skin and breath 
I’ll tell you stories how you used to move my life 
From the void into speeding my heartbeat 
I never saw you again after he replaced you with so many “I’ll never leave you” “You’re the best thing that ever happen in my life” “But I’m busy” “You suffocate me” “I’m tired of this and you”
And finally “I’m sorry”
Let me tuck you into bed for the last time dear all of the broken promises in a bucketful of empty words 
One day I’ll wake you up when you’re ready 
Maybe in another language 
Maybe in another world 
But once I put you on a silver plate, 
please remember that I still worship your meaning beyond any other words
And I’ll spill you only for someone holy too
college scheduling tips

-AVOID 8 AM CLASSES. 8 am in college is so much worse than 8 am in high school. i used to wake up at 6:30 in hs no problem and now waking up before 8:30 is really hard. some people are better or worse with 8 am’s but they still suck. 

-that being said, sometimes you gotta take an 8 am if it’s a class that you need and it’s only offered certain times in certain quarters/semesters. but if it’s not required and it’s not a time-sensitive class, avoid 8 am’s

-if you get stuck with an 8 am do one of 2 things depending on what works best for you:

-cluster all your classes in the morning that day so you don’t end up having your first class at 8 am and your last at 6 pm. you might have to wake up early, but then then you could be done by 1 pm

-OR do that 8 am and try to schedule a huge gap so you can nap or rest after the 8 am then be ready for the rest of your classes

-cluster your classes. this tip is more circumstance-dependent.

-if you live off campus you might wanna cluster your classes as close together as you can get (with reasonable time in between for a meal break if necessary) so that you don’t have to be on campus all day. however, I know some people like spending all day on campus, treating it like a job, spending free time in the library or somewhere on campus.

-if you live on campus clustering is still a good idea, but if your dorm is close to classes and it’s convenient to go back and forth, then clustering may not be necessary.  i prefer to only have classes taking up a small chunk of my day; clustering my classes allows me more large spaces of free time which lets me work more hours and have longer chunks of studying

-take harder classes when you’ll have more energy. if you can, try to get those important, difficult classes that require a lot of focus at better times (for most people this would be the middle of the day), whenever you think you’ll be more alert and have more energy. easy blow off classes can be saved for the dreaded time slots (early morning, night time, whenever you will hate being in class most). these are the classes that either don’t require your attendance or lecture doesn’t matter much bc it just rehashes readings or it’s a common sense class (lots of lower division social justice oriented classes fall in this category)

To the person who gets my heart

I’m a mess but one who doesn’t give up on anything. If I try to run, grab me and turn me around to you, don’t let me go. If I cry just hold me and kiss me to drive me senseless. I’ll make you breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I’ll be there for your worst times and your best. I love waking up to a person laying on my chest and their arm wrapped around my waist. I’ll melt if you place your hands on my chest or behind my neck into my hair and lightly pull. You’ll have all of me. You will have someone who will hold you when you get anxious or sad. Someone who would pull you closer into them and whisper loving words into your hair whenever you have a nightmare. Sleeping next to you will be one of my most favorite things. Being able to be myself will be an amazing thing to feel. I’ll sometimes push you away but that’s just me trying to protect myself cause I’m scared of letting people in sometimes. If I let you in and tell you something deep and something I haven’t told anyone or not many than you are special. You will have and know everything about me. I can’t wait to share that and so much more.

6

Why build a tiny house instead of buying existing small house or trailer?

The biggest reason for me is creative empowerment.

There are so many things we aren’t in control over. But one of them, if you have some money put aside, is your shelter. There’s something incredibly validating about building my own shelter.

If you think about it, how many things do you create on a daily basis, vs consume? How much of your individualized potential is being expressed in your daily life, vs molded by others?

So many of us wake up in beds designed for the masses, wearing one size fits all PJs, grabbing our push-button coffee out the door on the way to our increasingly commoditized jobs in the car with the “best reviews”.

Best not become unemployed or you’ll lose access to your pharmaceutically manufactured pills. That would make the CEOs very angry.

I sleepwalked through 3 years of consumption before I finally realized I’m not even participating in my own life!

In my house, everything is exactly how I want. And if it’s not, I’ll have intimate knowledge how to change it.

Solar power, heated floors, loft speakers, enclosed shower, four-burner range… Hell a garden in my living room if I so desire. I can have it all in 150 sq ft. for about $30,000. And go anywhere with all that too. And no one can evict me or foreclose on it.

Good habits to work on

Here are some habits I think we should all have in mind:

  • Drink enough water.
  • Drink more tea, and less coffee.
  • Walk as much as you can every day.
  • Do yoga or some kind of flexibility workout.
  • Go outside as much as you can. 
  • Study in a park if you can.
  • Take your dog for a walk if you have one.
  • Have plants.
  • Eat more fruits and veggies (4 or 5 servings of each, each day, would be best).
  • Reduce or eliminate dairy products.
  • Eat breakfast, always, period.
  • Take algae-based vitamin D supplements if you don’t get at least 15 mins of exposure to sun every day.
  • Sleep around 8 hours every day.
  • Go to sleep and wake up at similar times every day.
  • Drink a glass of water after waking up.
  • Try meditation before even starting your day.
  • Work on your awareness at any time. Pause, breathe, and concentrate on your surroundings. 
  • Don’t blame yourself for the bad things that happen to you.
  • Believe in yourself.
  • Watch inspirational videos to get you on the right mood to work.
  • Studying is important, but your health is even more. No all-nighters.
  • Keep your room/appartment clean, for a clear mind.
  • So tidy up also!!
  • Use music to cheer you up if needed.
  • Listen to a good podcast while doing boring chores like laundry or dishes.
  • Be nice to the people around you. You know that someone saying something they shouldn’t, doesn’t mean they mean it.
  • Try volunteering for a good cause.
  • Don’t stress too much, you’ll figure it out.

04.02.17 💙📘💧🐋

Omgsh I feel so silly I deleted this post by accident ><” I picked up some paint colour samples at Bunnings the other day which matched :D


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I'm disgusted

I honestly do not understand how Julie and the writers can be so okay with Bonnie’s character going seasons after seasons dealing with loss, torment, and hopelessness. What else does she have to endore for them to finally let her character be? When Elena comes back alive and she dies??
They had her grandma die, her mother and father killed, had her and Jeremy take turns dying to save one another, you had her be stuck in the prison world with Kai who hurt her, you had trapped alone in the prison world by herself where she almost KILLED HERSELF, You have her life linked to her “best friend” that if she wakes up at any point Bonnie DIES, you had Damon aka her best friend leave her and made her feel alone, and all the other things Bonnie endured in the 8 seasons of this show. Yet you have the one guy, the only guy that she really loved who was willing to TURN for her, to have a life with her they really did kill him off.
I don’t see how one can be okay with this?? How are they writing these storylines? They must be in their offices like “hmmmm how can we ruin Bonnie’s character this time? 🙃🙃🙃”
It’s disgusting and Bonnie deserves so much more! She deserves Happiness! She deserves Love!
WHY CAN’T THEY JUST LET HER HAVE THAT?!?!

Watery people have this way of tapping into the people around them, their wants and their needs, and can almost take an idealist turn, where they know that following joy can be the only compass we really need. Watery or so called sensitive or empathic types can get to an age where they just wake up and look at the world around them and wonder why it is not better. And when told “this is the way things are.” will simply respond with “but why?”

Like unresistant water, they know that the best parts of us and the universe should be met with us kicking up our feet, not clamping down in resistance. So one day we can build something better.

iCarly theme song

I know,😤👌💯 you see 👀🍆Somehow 😱the world 🌍🌎will change 😆🔁🔁for me And be so wonderful🍆👅💦 Live life,😩😋 breathe air 😤☁☁I know🙇🙇 somehow 👓📚we’re gonna get there😙➡🚢 And feel so wonderful😱😱😖😩👉👌

I will make you 💩💦change 🔁🔀your mind🙈🙉 These things happen all the time 👶🔫🔪And it’s all real 😭🆘🆘I’m telling🔊 you just how I feel😍❤💙❤💙

So wake up 😥💨💤💤the members👦👮👷💂👳👲 of my nation 🇺🇸🇺🇸🌟It’s your 👆time🕛🕜🕐 to be 🐝🐝There’s no chance🚫🙅 unless🆒💁 you take 👊one🔢🔢 And it’s time to see👀👀 The brighter🌟✨ side👳🚫👨✔ of every situation🎮👾 Some things are meant 👀👌💯💯to be So give me your best🍆🍆💦😭😩 and leave the rest to me💦😋🍑

I know it’s time 🕐🕧To raise🙋🚶 the hand✋✋ that draws✏ the line📏📏 And be so wonderful🌈🌊🌊 Golden sunshine😀🌞🌞 I know 🙇somehow😆😆 it’s gonna be mine🍆 And feel so wonderful😩😩😖

Show me 👀what you can become💦💦👅 There’s a dream💭💋 in everyone👉👌 And it’s all real 😱😱😨I’m telling you just how I feel💬💞💞

So wake up 😥💨💤💤the members👦👮👷💂👳👲 of my nation 🇺🇸🇺🇸🌟It’s your 👆time🕛🕜🕐 to be 🐝🐝There’s no chance🚫🙅 unless🆒💁 you take 👊one🔢🔢 And it’s time to see👀👀 The brighter🌟✨ side👳🚫👨✔ of every situation🎮👾 Some things are meant 👀👌💯💯to be So give me your best🍆🍆💦😭😩 and leave the rest to me💦😋🍑

Leave it all to me😋🍕 Leave it all to me 🍻🍸So make it mine😂😂 (maybe you’re right) ➡➡And see it through👀🆗🆗 (you got to know)📚📚 You know you won’t 🚫🚫be🐝💯 free🇺🇸🇺🇸 until you

So wake up 😥💨💤💤the members👦👮👷💂👳👲 of my nation 🇺🇸🇺🇸🌟It’s your 👆time🕛🕜🕐 to be 🐝🐝There’s no chance🚫🙅 unless🆒💁 you take 👊one🔢🔢 And it’s time to see👀👀 The brighter🌟✨ side👳🚫👨✔ of every situation🎮👾 Some things are meant 👀👌💯💯to be So give me your best🍆🍆💦😭😩 and leave the rest to me💦😋🍑

Leave it all to me😋🍕 Leave it all to me 🍻🍸

05.02.17 🌊

Favourite colours everyone? I like pink, but have always had a soft spot for aqua colours, kind of like tiffany blue? This is a spread I had back in January.


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Personal Yuri on Ice Fic Rec List

I browse AO3 for new YOI fics everyday, at least four times a day. Yes, that is my life now. This is Part Three. Part OnePart Two, Part Four, and Part Five also exist.

1. Once More, With Feeling
Yuuri wakes up in Detroit after going to bed under heavy stress and emotional turmoil due to Victor’s declining mental health. Things are different. He’s dreaming, obviously. And in dreams, people can do what they want. So Yuuri decides to do what he wants. If only he could have accepted this new reality. Then the realization wouldn’t hurt so much later on. But ignorance keeps the pain of reality away.

2. Re: Yuri Katsuki
Phichit Chulanont is fiercely loyal to his best friend Yuri Katsuki. So when he randomly gets a direct message on Instagram from one v_nikiforov, it’s only natural for Phichit to assume it’s a prank. That is until he comes to realize it’s not a prank.

3. Trade Your Heroes For Ghosts
Having endured what was probably the worst day of his life, Yuuri wakes up with the hangover of a century and a desperate plea for the world to forget about his existence. Alas, the world has other plans. So does a certain Russian skater.

4. By My Side
Things happen a bit differently after the banquet. Yuuri doesn’t actually forget everything. And he wants to see Victor again.

5. A Glittering Path
Four times Yuuri made Viktor cry (happy tears, that is!), and one time (or more) they both cried. (You’re allowed to cry at a wedding, aren’t you? Especially if it’s your own.)

6. Winter Song
Yuuri was aware that at some point — a moment in time he couldn’t quite place — Victor had become his boyfriend. There wasn’t a single instant when it happened. It was a slow awareness, as if Victor had silently been asking the question for months now, and Yuuri had been giving him the answer a little more with each passing day.

7. Lessons in Love
All Viktor wants is for his son to be happy - and if that means spending countless hours at the ice rink, a million more in the ballet studio, and devotedly cheering for Katsuki Yuuri at every competition he enters, then that is precisely what he’ll do. He just didn’t expect to become a fan, too. (He didn’t expect to fall in love.)

8. The Spaces Shaped for You
The paths they’d chosen after the Grand Prix Final wouldn’t be easy, particularly with Nationals just ten days away, but one thing was certain: no matter what happened, their paths would always come together in the end.

9. Bear Your Soul on the Ice
At age fourteen, Katsuki Yuuri had been determined to be Japan’s next great figure skating hope, but with no coach that would never happen, so his ballet instructor packs him up off to Russia to train with Yakov Feltsman. The Yakov Feltsman, otherwise known as the coach to rising figure skating star — and Yuuri’s idol — Viktor Nikiforov.

10. Grand Prix Finals with the Russian Skating Family
The new skating season begins, and Yuuri works hard to get his gold medal for the Grand Prix Finals with the Russian Skating Family. Yes. The Russian Skating Family.

11. Makes the Heart Fonder
This was going to be hard — they both knew that — but they would willingly take any of the punches thrown at them. It had been rough when Victor returned to Japan to be at Makkachin’s side, but they both pulled through. And, either by willingness or stubborn determination, they would manage, time and time again. But now— now when Victor was in Canada, and Yuri was in Russia on Victor’s side of their bed, where the pillows sighed his scent and his cologne, he missed the sound of his fiancé’s voice more than anything in the world.

12. With Fire in Their Eyes
Not applause. Screams. The light is wrong because a fourth of the ceiling projectors are missing. The sky is dark. No stars. Something gleams behind the broken sky. And moves. Something he can’t — won’t — something. Something that’s looking at him.

13. You can have everything…
Before the Grand Prix Final starts in Sochi, Yuuri finds Victor’s phone. He returns it— and hijinks and heavy flirtation ensue.

14. I’d rather be skating
Sometimes, when a muggle child gets an acceptance letter from a wizarding school, they say no. Victor Nikiforov would rather be skating. Yuuri Katsuki would rather be normal.

15. say not a word; I can hear you
“He was from Hasetsu,” Chris tells him quietly. “Oh.” Caught mid-laugh is a slight, young man with kind, brown eyes. He’s soft all around where edges should be, nothing like - nothing like a Ranger. “You think he’s gone back there? Really?” There’s a pause, Chris spinning his spanner around his knuckles. He shrugs. “I dunno, Yuuri’s always had a streak of crazy in him. So. Maybe.”

16. sharp dressed man
Victor’s such a peacock normally, and now he looks a bit like a half-molted one; glitzy fabric half-hidden under the sober visage of a respectable coach, skates exchanged for Yuuri’s gear.

17. to the winner goes the gold
In which Yuuri and Viktor are competing against each other in the following year’s Grand Prix Final, and they’re still (very much) smitten with each other.

18. in the spaces between
Yuuri’s life in St Petersburg is spread between four languages.

19. falling through the ice
Home. Home is Viktor’s sparse St. Petersburg apartment, which is now where Yuri keeps his clothes and his toothbrush and his silver medal, which Viktor hung above the fireplace, and his extensive collection of Viktor Nikiforov posters, because Minako had mailed every one of them from Hatsetsu. (Yuri had shoved them into a drawer, but Viktor put some of his favorites on the fridge, next to the photos he’d had printed of Yuri in his juniors costumes.) Home, where every time Viktor sees Yuri chattering excitedly to the triplets over Skype or hears Mari complain over the phone about the time difference, he feels guilty for keeping Yuri to himself, as if he’s the one stealing Yuri from the world now. “What will Viktor Nikiforov’s fans say if he falls like that in competition?” Viktor sighs, not moving. “What will his protégée and rival Yuri Katsuki say?”

20. never stop until the grave
Back in St Petersburg, Victor attempts to combine coaching Yuuri with preparing for his own return to competition. The spirit is willing but the flesh may be weak.

21. he meets me where i am
Something gold catches the light, drawing his attention. There’s a gold ring on Victor’s ring finger. “Ah,” Yuuri says, his heart giving a last squeeze, a futile reminder of the silly crush he once had. “Congratulations on your marriage,” he says, as cheerily as he can.

22. our doubts are traitors
Some ghosts of your past you leave well alone.

There are a lot of shorter pieces on this list, but nonetheless I’m grateful to the authors - and the artists! - who continue to provide high-quality content even though the anime isn’t airing right now. Has Season 2 been confirmed yet???

anonymous asked:

have you ever written any secret relationship mckirk aus where the relationship isn't actually meant to be a secret but no one knows/everyone thinks they're just pining for each other and if not would you be able to because they're literally my weakness and you write the best things I swear

  • Getting together was never exactly planned. It’s over 5 years of close friendship and then a drunken night or two - or six, and by then Jim was already spending so much more additional time with Bones, they might as well be dating. Though Jim has very little experience with relationships, he finds it’s actually nice to have someone to wake up next to. To have just one person to fall back to. One person to kiss, and Leonard is such a great kisser too. Jim’s never been in love before, but he’s fairly sure that’s what he’s feeling nowadays. It’s weird and pleasant at the same time.
  • The best thing about them being together too is that nothing ever really feels different. They don’t behave differently in each other’s presence, or so Jim thinks anyway. But Uhura sits down next to Jim in the rec room, huddled on the couch to watch a 20th century movie. Uhura’s not giving him the satisfaction of actually watching it, because she’s sitting next to him with a small smile. “So, how about McCoy?” she asks, and Jim turns to look in her direction. “McCoy’s a pain in my ass,” Jim says, though with a small grin. “You two seem closer than usual,” Uhura points out. Jim briefly hesitates, because should he tell her? But then, he has no idea how Bones thinks about telling other people. So he just shrugs it off. “Not really,” Jim says, “I mean, no more than usual?” There’s mostly a lot more sex now, but he’s not about to tell her that. “Well,” Uhura says eventually, “Spock and I are hosting a movie night tomorrow. You should come.” “Sure,” Jim says, “sounds fun.”
  • “Where is Spock?” Jim asks when he gets there a day later. “Oh, he’s taking over Sulu’s shift,” Uhura explains. Jim shrugs that off, but he’s noticing candles, wine instead of beer, blankets on the couch, and there’s a bouquet of fresh roses on the table - though upon closer inspection, they’re really just a hologram. The whole setting seems oddly romantic. When Bones walks in, he sits down next to Jim. With a safe, friendly distance between the two of them, though, and Uhura is eyeing them curiously. “Oh, I gotta go,” Uhura says eventually, “Spock needs my help with something.” Jim frowns at that. “You wanna reschedule?” “Nah,” Uhura says, “you two enjoy the movie. I’ll be back later.” Jim watches her leave, and then turns to look at Bones instead. “What’s that all about?” “I dunno,” Bones says, “but it means more popcorn for us.”
  • Jim watches most of the movie slouched back in the couch, his head resting on Bones’ lap. Bones just runs his hand through Jim’s hair absentmindedly. They don’t really touch the wine at all because gross. But they do eat popcorn, and then a heated discussion about the dumb movie ending. Enough so that Jim sits up straight so he can talk to Bones properly. And then, when Bones is losing his argument, they mostly end up making out for a while. Bones presses him into the couch and Jim happily wraps his arms around Bones’ shoulder to keep him close. By the time Uhura returns, though, they’re just sitting next to each other again. Just quietly talking, though a little closer to each other than before. “So sorry I missed the movie - was it a good one?” she asks, and Bones shrugs. “t Was alright,” he says. The two of them leave together shortly after. 
  • It happens a few more times over the next few weeks. They agree to hang out with friends; and then Sulu suddenly has to leave and the two of them are left alone. Chekov’s called back to the Bridge and somehow refuses to let Jim join him. Uhura cancels a hangout before she even arrives so it’s just the two of them again. Always the two of them. And Jim doesn’t mind, he loves Bones’ company even if he disagrees with him a lot, but it is definitely strange how the others are constantly canceling their plans. 
  • “Spock, what is all this about?” Jim asks when he catches Spock in the turbolift. "To what are you referring?“ Spock asks, "if this is about the reorganized archives, I figured it was about time someone sorted out your logs.” “You sorted out my– no, that’s not what this is about,” Jim says, “I’m talking about all of you abandoning us on nights out.” Spock raises an eyebrow at him, and then he turns his gaze back toward the lift doors. “Uhura seems to think you and doctor McCoy should be closer,” Spock finally says, and now it’s Jim’s time to raise his eyebrows. “Closer?” “Yes,” Spock says, “you can’t exactly deny the lingering looks, smiles, and… touching,” Spock says. Jim snorts, a little confused because surely Bones and himself hadn’t been that obvious about it.
  • But then Bones steps into the lift, too, and rather than actually speaking his mind to Spock, Jim reaches out to grab on to Bones’ uniform. He pulls him in closer, pressing his lips against Bones’ for a kiss. Bones let’s out a noise of protest, but he’s not actually pulling away. Rather, Jim feels those steady hands settle on his  hips, and Bones is definitely kissing him back. “What was that for?” Bones asks when Jim pulls away, throwing Spock a small smirk. “Is that close enough?” He asks, and Spock clears his throat. “I- yes, I suppose so.”

Being best friends with Michael had always been the easiest thing in the world. He never failed to make you laugh, and most of the time he knew you needed it even before you did. You’d wake up most mornings, especially ones when he was on tour halfway around the world, to texts sent at 3 a.m. his time, full of memes and rants about whatever video game he’d been playing, and why he was angry about it. Your favorite times were when you were together though. He’d always needed to be as close as possible to you, snuggled into your side while you marathoned TV shows and scary movies, pretending that he wasn’t over six feet tall, draped over you and nuzzled into your neck. He had a penchant for prodding at you until your hand came to rest in his hair, his hand finding your free one. Neither of you seemed to notice when your friendship began to morph into something more serious, the kisses he’d press to your cheek turning moving down the column of your neck, and to the bare skin of your shoulder, where the collar of the Iron Maiden shirt you’d stolen from him had slid down. The first time he kissed you was a rainy Monday night, after he’d spent a long day in the studio. You’d been in the kitchen of the apartment that was yours, but also unofficially his, and he’d sneak up on you, winding himself around your waist and pulling you back into him. He’d murmur his hello, his voice deep and scratchy from a day of singing and no doubt yelling at the rest of the his band, and then he’d spin you to face him, taking your cheeks in his hands before closing the distance between you. It was safe to say you spent a lot of time over the years thinking about what it’d be like to kiss Michael, even if you’d deny it, and a part of you wanted to have the whole fireworks, seeing stars experience, but when his lips finally pressed gently against yours, it was better. He felt warm and wonderful, everything that he’d been missing in your past relationships. He felt like home, and when he pulled back to kiss your forehead, a smile spread slowly across his face, and you knew he felt the same.

Imagine your pregnant and always craving chocolate but because of Loki’s sweet tooth, you have to keep your stash hidden. You wake up in the middle of the night to get some and find Loki with the bag in his lap and he’s eaten it all. “In my defence, you were sleeping.” 

You cross your arms and glare at him with narrowed eyes. “That’s the third bag this month!”

 He squirms in his seat then gives you his best puppy dog eyes. “I’m sorry Darling. You love me don’t you?”

 “You do this one more time and the only thing those puppy dog eyes will gain you is the dog house!”