someday someone will

anonymous asked:

My friend told me that Dallas looks a lot like me and that made me feel really happy because I relate to Dallas a lot (and I am also a blue haired trans boy whattup). I'm pre T so I'm very very very insecure. I really struggle a lot with being okay with myself. But that new pic you drew (even though not canon) of Dallas and Malek, actually made me cry because seeing Dallas wearing a binder made me feel less insecure about my chest and like made me feel I might find someone someday who loves me

!! You are valid and loveable ♡ thank you for the nice message!!

anonymous asked:

Just read/misread the mari prompt. So ok, soulmate au where the words on you are the first words your soulmates family says to you because you are already family. (But this is terrible for yuuri because viktor has no family.) (alternate: yakov is his family)

omg I love this

Victor has kanji and hiragana and katakana on his back, neatly printed and formal. When he is seven, his mother pulls up a katakana and hiragana chart online. She can’t translate the kanji, but ヴィクトル was his name, and at least he’d know that his soulmate’s family would say his name. He knows that they are Japanese, but other than that, he’ll have to wait, someday, to find someone to translate it and tell him what the rest said.

Years later, when he moves out of his parent’s empty home, his father long gone and his mother dead in an accident, he asks Yakov’s Japanese neighbor for the rest of the translation. “Welcome to Hasetsu, Victor Nikiforov,” his neighbor reads, “You’re here for our Yuuri? He’s not here right now, but you must have had a long travel! Please, soak in the hot springs.”

He’s twenty-seven when he chases Katsuki Yuuri to his hometown, Hasetsu, his soulmark burning all the way, and when he first walks into Yu-topia Akatsuki, it feels, strangely, enough, like coming home. It’s not so strange though, when he’s greeted by a warm-faced woman and told words he’d been waiting for his whole life.

It’s a little bit hard not to cry, because ever since his mother passed away, Victor hasn’t had a family. But now… if Yuuri is willing to accept him, there’s a chance he may have a new one.

Yuuri has no soulmark.

This isn’t uncommon. There are plenty of people without soulmarks — it used to be more uncommon, when people would die younger and the chances of meeting your soulmate’s family nonexistent because they could be dead before you met them.

But still, it could also mean that you.. have no soulmate. Yuuri doesn’t know what’s worse — to have no soulmate, or to never know, for sure, because you’ll never meet their family and confirm. But he is twenty-three, and running from his worries, and having a soulmate is not something that he’s dwelled on through puberty like most of his friends; insteaad of wanting to meet his soulmate, Yuuri wishes to meet Victor Nikiforov on the ice, an equal. 

(That dream is like ice on the old sting of the thought that Yuuri may end up alone in this world where people have perfect matches. The wound has been long numbed by the ice of the rink and the song of skates.) 

But after he flops at Sochi and loses his dream of meeting Victor on the ice, he somehow meets his apparent soulmate instead — waking up to shovel snow and passing the family dining room, strangely boisterous at this hour. He peeks in an almost drops the shovel, because Victor Nikiforov is sitting with his parents and talking, and Mari is staring at his back and smoking a cigarette and smoking with intense thought. 

The morning after his skate of Victor’s FS has gone viral, Yuuri wakes up to Victor being welcomed into his family as another son. Potential son-in-law.

“He’s definitely not mine,” Mari mutters, side-eying her brother as he sits shellshocked from Victor’s declaration that he would coach Yuuri. “Careful brother, mom and dad love him already.”

“O-Oh,” Yuuri croaks, and Makkachin licks his hand.

anonymous asked:

Today, the person I have had feelings for but are just friends with, bluntly told me they don't ever see us working out in the future. I knew this but actually reading those texts hurt more than anything ever has

I’m sorry, that’s never a good feeling. Here’s what you need to remember - you will find someone someday that wants every part of you. Someone that would give anything to be with you and make you happy. That person isn’t it for you, they can’t give you what you truly need. They have now opened the door for the right person to come in. Take it day by day. Trust the process, it will all work out someday.

Sometimes, I’ll just be going about my day and it’s just an average Tuesday and then sometimes – this feeling hits me out of nowhere.

This super heavy feeling in my chest that makes me feel like I can’t breathe sometimes.

And sometimes, when that feeling hits me, it feels like you’re with me and I can breathe again.

And in that moment, I will laugh because I remember something funny you did or how easily and unconditionally you made me feel love – especially today, in a world that doesn’t seem to love easily. A world that doesn’t seem to love at all.

And somehow, even if just in that moment, it seems like I’ll be okay again.
Maybe not today.
But someday.
Someday I’ll be okay again.

The world around us may have changed, but we haven’t.

And then sometimes, I remember you’re gone… but then, I’ll remember your smile.

And then I smile.

—  I miss you. I miss you so much.

Honestly, I think the whole “don’t pay the writers” thing boils down to the notion that everybody thinks they can write. It’s the old saw about the novelist at a cocktail party having to hear someone say, for the millionth time, “I’d love to write a book someday.”

Someone–Stephen King? Pretty sure I saw this in a Stephen King foreword–once said they’d like to say to a brain surgeon, “Boy, I’d love to do brain surgery someday.”

We treat “the ability to put words into a sentence” like it’s just the same as “the ability to form a coherent narrative that engenders a variety of emotions within the reader and puts them in a scene and shows them what they didn’t see before”.

And that’s like me drawing a stick figure and saying I’m an artist.

Writers are constantly devalued because everyone thinks they have a book in them and don’t realize the level of skill and commitment it takes to finish even a short story, much less a whole book. 

This goes well beyond fandom, but man, I would’ve hoped fandom would know better.

So listen. Freddie Mercury was John Watson’s childhood hero. Young, closeted, lonely John Watson absolutely idolized this big proud flamboyant bisexual man, and one day dreamed of having that much confidence in himself. Don’t Stop Me Now was what he listened to whenever he needed a pick-me-up, and he knew all the lyrics to Somebody to Love in the hopes of singing it to someone someday. John cried for weeks when he died. He still has all his first edition Queen records, and one year for his birthday Sherlock buys him a turntable so he can play them. And John teaches him all the words to his favorites, and Sherlock falls in love with Freddie’s voice right away, and he and John end up dancing clumsily around their sitting room, laughing and singing along to You’re My Best Friend between grinning kisses. 


Someday someone will come along and will tear down these walls you’ve built around your heart. And when that love comes back to you, you must do everything in your power to fight for it. 

Someday someone might come into your life and love you the way you have always wanted.
If your someday was yesterday, learn.
If your someday is tomorrow, hope.
If your someday is today, cherish.