tell me i'm a babe


“You painted a naked woman because you enjoyed looking at her, put a mirror in her hand and you called the painting “Vanity”…“🤳🏾

#Blackout edit because I’m lazy.

carry on, darling, we were built to last

Yuuri loved everything about Victor, truly. But there were some things, small, seemingly insignificant things that gave him pause at times. Like Victor opening and holding the door for him everywhere they went. Or Victor paying at any restaurant before Yuuri could even open his mouth to ask for the check. Or Victor letting Yuuri use the shower first after a long day of practice, and then waiting up for him as they got ready for bed and Yuuri wasn’t done checking his email.

Maybe others wouldn’t have paid it much attention, but Yuuri did. It was nothing a sane person couldn’t get used to, quite the opposite in fact, yet for some reason that Yuuri couldn’t figure out… it bothered him.

Until one day he did figure it out.

So he opened the door for Victor the next time they came to practice at the St. Petersburg rink. Yuuri caught the widening of Victor’s eyes when he held the door to let him enter first. A blush, light and pretty, slowly spread over Victor’s cheeks, and Yuuri realized that ah, this was why.

When they came back home, Yuuri went into the bathroom first while Victor was busy greeting Makkachin. He drew a bath the way Victor liked it: with scented oils and plenty of bubbles. He then lead Victor in by the hand, ignored all his questions, and stripped him slowly. As soon as Victor was in the bath, Yuuri brushed back his hair and kissed his forehead. He caught Victor’s tender smile and a sigh of delight right before he left to prepare dinner.

They ate comfortably, talking, and laughing, and smiling, and feeding each other (and Makkachin) from their plates until all of the food was gone and they started getting sleepy. It was an unspoken rule that whoever made dinner was free of washing the dishes, but when Victor stood up to take care of that, Yuuri only took his hand and kissed the back of it, telling him to go ahead and wait for him on the couch.

Victor bit his lip as if there was something he wanted to say. His eyes followed after Yuuri, but he chose to stay silent.

And so did Yuuri.

After a few hours of cuddling over a semi-interesting movie they made it to bed, Victor slipping under the covers with a yawn and a sigh. Yuuri only paused to change into his pajamas and leave his glasses, his ring and his phone on the nightstand before turning off the lights and settling next to Victor.

They kissed. Light, unhurried, a little tired, but blissful and good.

Victor pulled back first, rolling to lie on his back and covering his face with his hands.

“Okay,” he spoke to the ceiling. “Did I forget something? An anniversary or… or a holiday? Is today some sort of Japanese holiday or something?”

Yuuri hummed. “Not that I know of.”

Victor was quiet for a moment, thinking of anything he could’ve missed and Yuuri smiled a little to himself. It was funny, on one hand, to see Victor so confused over these simple gestures of kindness Yuuri’s showered him with all day, but on the other hand, something in Yuuri hurt to see it, because it clearly told him that he didn’t do it often enough for Victor to recognize it for what it was.

“What… What is it then?” Victor asked, a curious note to his voice.

Yuuri shifted on the bed, rising up on his elbow to easier look into Victor’s eyes. He couldn’t see much thanks to the darkness and his bad eyesight, but he hoped that Victor could see the sincerity in his gaze.

“You always do these things for me, did you not notice?” he asked. And then explained: “You pay for dinner whenever we go out, you open the doors for me, you always let me shower first, and even when we get to bed and you’re falling asleep standing, you still wait up for me.”

Victor was opening his mouth, but Yuuri put a finger to his lips.

“You do so much for me Victor and I always noticed, but I never gave back any of that kindness,” he smiled apologetically. “So from now on I’ll try to do better, I promise.”

Victor took his hand and nuzzled his cheek against the back of it, sighing a soft: “Oh, Yuuri.”

Yuuri leaned down and kissed what he thought was the tip of Victor’s nose. (He hit bull’s-eye.)

Victor chuckled softly, his breath fanning against Yuuri’s chin.

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to reciprocate, Yuuri,” he said a moment later. “I’m just doing it because I want to. Because I want to woo you properly.”

It was Yuuri’s turn to laugh, even when his cheeks felt a little bit warmer.

“But what if I want to woo you properly, too?” he returned, and he couldn’t tell, but from the way Victor ducked his chin down just a little, Yuuri would chance a guess that he wasn’t the only one blushing now.

So he kissed both of Victor’s cheeks, his forehead and his lips – a lingering kiss that Victor didn’t allow to end until Yuuri’s back started straining from the position. They lied next to each other in complete darkness, grinning and holding hands, and Yuuri knew that in that moment both of their hearts were beating to the same rhythm of “I never want this to end.”

i now present to you: an outline of every gerlonso fic ever

“song lyrics title that might or might not reflect on the tone and/or plot”

out of context song lyrics and/or out of context quote from someone famous


rambling metaphor about smell of grass/clouds/rain/the color red/the roar of the crowd/singing of *someone’s* song.


flashback to stevie gerrard as a smol babby, with scabbed knees and untied shoes.  he falls down and then gets up again.


stevie sits alone, staring off into the distance as grey clouds roll in.  he almost feels cold.  maybe it’s death coming early.  or maybe it’s just his broken heart.


something poetic about a football and how awesome it is.


xabi arrives in liverpool & steven falls in love with his playing, and then with him.  he never says a word.


one night they go out for drinks.  carra does something raucous and embarrassing.  xabi smiles slyly into his beer.  steven *really* falls in love.


anfield is singing again!!!


something about istanbul.  it’s magical af.


once they almost kiss but don’t.  it’s raining.  everyone is wet.


things fall apart.  stevie feels his chest get all tight.  he wants to cry out, but no one will understand his pain!!!!1!!


dialogue that boils down to:

  • don’t leave xabi!!!
  • i have to return to my home planet now, esteban
  • no stay here pls i luv yeh
  • goodbye amor~~~~


anfield singing again except this time the rain is like needles and steven is tearing up.  he shivers in the wind and he thinks he sees xabi in the crowd but then he remembers xabi is a million miles away~~~


xabi calls him from spain.  he decides not to pick up.  BUT THEN HE DOES!!!  but it’s too late and xabi has already hung up.


you’ll never walk alone lyrics shoved in there for shits & giggles


the grass is turning brown and stevie’s heart has been broken, but he lets the ~~*magic of anfield*~~ heal his soul, and he will carry on!!!!!


a line of depressing poetry to put us out of our misery

I like Sunday mornings. I like the taste and smell of coffee. I like watching the television and being cuddled up with blankets. I like the feeling of being lazy. I like the fact that I get the chance to do this every week. There’s only one thing I would change about Sunday’s though.
—  September 2nd, 2015 at 6​:55pm// I would rather do all the things I love on Sunday’s with you by my side.
My Coming Out Story
  • Me: Mom, I have something to tell you. It's pretty serious you may want to sit down.
  • Mom: Okay..
  • Me: This isn't easy for me to tell you and I've been meaning to tell you for a little while now..
  • Mom: *Starts crying*
  • Me: Why are you crying? You don't even know what I'm going to say.
  • Me: ...What?
  • Mom: You're going to tell me you knocked some chicky babe up! and i'm not ready to be a Grandma! HOW COULD YOU BE SO STUPID!
  • Me: Mom! I didn't get a girl pregnant! I'm trying to tell you that I'm Gay!
  • Mom: ...What? ...Well....OH THANK GOD!!!!!! *gives me a hug*
  • She was so relieved that she wasn't going to be a young grandma that she didn't even care I was gay.
You know you found a good one when...

They check on your well being from across the country because they saw there’s a huge fire close to where you live. ^^” @ayykeith

Originally posted by giphy


this is Talia Darkwater and she’s an orc but there’s definitely some dark elf blood in there somewhere on her mother’s side. she’s a two handed weapons kind of girl but she’s also very fond of the destruction school of magic. necromancy creeps her out though. 

she’s also perpetually disgusted by nords and their posturing (read racism) and i think her face has gotten stuck that way since she’s been in skyrim. she’s a companion but not a werewolf, and she doesn’t worship Malacath but Azura, Nocturnal, and Dibella instead. (okay so she just likes dibella’s naked statues, cant blame a bi orc girl she’s very lovely)

i think she grew up on the island of Betnikh, which explains the fear of necromancy and also bugs, believe it or not. she swings this giant ass sword around smashing skulls but she can’t squish a bug. (Jenassa has to do it for her. Jenassa is the best. she may or may not want to kiss Jenassa)

she also hates being underground like what the FUCK is wrong with these nords and their enchanted fuckin corpse holes. she just wants her stupid dragon words. and surprisingly, she’s actually pretty okay with being dragonborn, at least she has an easy time pronouncing the words. she can’t imagine how the flat teethed greybeards say anything without lisping terribly and accidentally setting their pants on fire.

she also has absolutely no time for this stupid imperial/nord conflict like no thank you, goodbye. you humans sort out your own shit while i try not to freeze to death BECAUSE I’M BUSY DEALING WITH THE DRAGON APOCALYPSE. IF YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED.