the world destroyer

The thing about Yuuri Katsuki…and I’m 99% sure that this is true even though it’s hard to tell with animation…is that he has Resting Bitch Face.

And that’s fine. Yuuri Katsuki doesn’t have to crack a grin every time someone tells him to smile, pretty. There are very few times in life during which Yuuri wants to crack a grin, at least pre-Viktor. 

He has anxiety, Harold.

It’s also not his fault that his default expression is 30% sad fawn and 70% Destroyer of Worlds. 

But this is why even though the happiness is bubbling up within him like a screeching kettle, so hot and intoxicating that he’s drowning, that he feels like he’ll explode, he can’t bring himself to show it. He levels Viktor with this stone wall of an expression that he’s developed over 23 years of self-sabotaging and self-overprotection and Viktor has no idea that Yuuri can hear his own heart scream Viktor’s name so loudly that his ears ring with it.

Viktor, on the other hand? Cannot have a single solitary emotion without it showing on his face. This is a particularly startling realization when you see how few genuine expressions he gives pre-Yuuri. 

Viktor wasn’t sad before Yuuri. He wasn’t happy or angry either. He wasn’t anything. He was absolutely and utterly numb. It’s only after he comes to Yuuri that we realize just how emotive this man is. 

I think that when he cries in Barcelona? Is the first time he cried in a long time. In episode twelve, we see him tear up three separate times. Twice because he’s so fucking happy

“I’ve never seen you cry,” Yuuri says.

“I’m angry!” Viktor snaps back, like it’s obvious. Of course he would cry if he’s angry.

Or sad.

Or so happy he can barely breathe, can barely do anything but put his hands over his own face and hope that the world can’t see him burst apart with it.

But it’s been so long since he felt any of those things.

Basically, The Story of Warframe

Giant sentient space biorobot mom adopts hundreds of traumatised kids with strange powers, convinces them to slaughter their slave masters and go to bed for a few hundred years.

Cut to present day where we’ve been booted out of bed by the potato people empire and shot at by fridge-wearing bankers, space uncle Teshin helps save us from being body snatched by the elderly while Space zombie virus runs out of control because Salad V fucked up,

space mom is busy keeping us away from Grandpa “destroyer of worlds” Hunhow, who hates kids and our edgy amnesiac? brother keeps trying to kill us.

All while absentee Void Dad is now trying to reconnect with “it’s” estranged kids and make up for lost time and that unpaid child support.

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