sundays are lovely

疲れ

ここ最近恵みがすごく多い日々です❤️
神様に感謝します。

でも恵みが多い分戦いも多いです。
それで疲れを感じています。。

でも負けません。神様が共にいるから私は大丈夫です💪

明後日から白馬キャンプですね〜✨
マミーに会える❤️

白馬も疲れないように感謝し頑張ります。

白馬のための準備が多くてちょっとパニック。。。?しません 笑

初めての本選ですね〜
なんかまだ実感してない自分がいる。
意識が足りないのか意識しすぎてるのか分かりません😅

御心をしたい、ただそれだけです。それ以外の物に気をとられたくない。

Keep faith. ❤️Be positive. ❤️Spread love. ❤️


よ〜〜し教会行くべし 笑

Ya girl is back with some head canons because the last one went pretty well so let’s try this out.

Sunday mornings/sundays with the OTP.

•spending all morning in bed doing absolutely nothing besides watching bad TV and marveling at each other

•lazy morning sex

•sunday pancakes with one half of the OTP cooking and the other half commenting on the others ass as they cook.

•"yeah babe you show that pancake it’s your bitch"
“I can’t with you.”

•lazy days in pjs sprawled out on the couch watching movies

•"I’m too tired to moovveee"
“I’m not carrying you.”
“WHY DONT YOU LOVE ME?”

•staying in bed all day, refusing to leave for anything but food and the bathroom.

•being grossly in love and happy with each other’s company.

•person A) “You look so amazing, I can’t be anymore in love with you it’s impossible” Person B: *just woke up, hairs a disaster, has syrup on their face, drinking coffee angrily* “Are you blind?” “Blinded by love” “You’re too dramatic for your own good… but I guess I love you too”

•kisses all the time, seriously, just lots of sloppy kissing on the couch, in bed, making lunch just these assholes are in LOVEEE ok.

•along with sex, there’s a healthy dose of just talking, enjoying each other’s company, doing stuff as normal as cleaning the house becomes some dramatic declaration of love.

Add more if you like!

I love the idea of Victor and Yuuri criss-crossing in and out of each other’s competitive lives over the years without full awareness of it.

From Yuuri’s perspective he’s totally aware? He’s got the full catalogue of Victor Nikiforov Encounters etched into his brain forever and he’s at peace with the fact that he never seems to make much of an impression, because every time he’s unmemorable is another chance to get it right.

Yuuri’s always going to know that the first time they ever really spoke was right before Skate America in his second Senior season, when he looked so terrified and unsteady during press that Victor pushed a water bottle into his hands, and invited him to step outside and get some air, and then was kind enough to look concerned when Yuuri stammered out some excuse and straight-up bolted. It’s comforting to know that Victor doesn’t remember that. Yuuri’s happy not to be remembered until he’s worth remembering.

(Victor, meanwhile, does idly think about that sweet, terrified looking kid for a few hours - one of the Juniors, maybe? Hopefully he got where he was going okay. He does take note of Katsuki Yuuri from Japan, Chris’s friend, the fourth place finisher with an underwhelming free skate and a devastatingly delicate exhibition - such a strong dancer, that much is clear, wonder what happened. And wandering the halls of the hotel, killing time until his 4am flight, he sees someone else awake, too: a boy circling the lobby on his phone, with a cute accent and a laugh that lights him up.

He doesn’t connect them as the same person. He’s not really paying enough attention for that, these days. But it doesn’t change the fact that he notices.)