“You could never back down, you never learned to take your time.”
“He looked at me like I was stupid, I’m not stupid.”
“Talk less. Smile more. Don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for.”
“Fools who run their mouth off wind up dead.”
“Who’s the best? C'est moi!”
“It’s hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets.”
“If you stand for nothing, what’ll you fall for?”
“I will lay down my life if it sets us free.”
“I imagine death so much it feels just like a memory.”
“I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow, for the first time, I’m thinkin past tomorrow.”
“I’m lookin for a mind at work.”
“Excuse me, miss, I know it’s not funny, but your perfume smells like your daddy’s got money.”
“You want a revolution? I want a revelation.”
“Look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now.”
“Chaos and bloodshed are not a solution.”
“It’s hard to listen to you with a straight face.”
“Chaos and bloodshed already haunt us, honestly you shouldn’t even talk.”
“You say the price of my love’s not a price that you’re willing to pay.”
“You’ll be back. Soon you’ll see. You’ll remember you belong to me.”
“When you’re gone I’ll go mad, so don’t throw away this thing we had.”
“When push comes to shove, I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love.”
“Close the door on your way out.”
“Have I done something wrong?”
“Dying is easy, living is harder.”
“But what do we have in common?”
“You walked in and my heart went ‘Boom’!”
“I’m about to change your life.”
“My love for you is never in doubt.”
“I just might regret that night for the rest of my days.”
“I’ll never forget the first time I saw your face.”
“When you said "Hi” I forgot my dang name, set my heart aflame, ev'ry part aflame.“
"You’re like me. I’m never satisfied.”
“He’s a bit of a flirt, but I’m 'a give it a chance.”
“I’m a girl in a world in which my only job is to marry rich.”
“From what I hear, you’ve made yourself indispensable.”
“Well, well, I heard you’ve got someone special on the side.”
“I will never understand you.”
“Love doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints.”
“I am the one thing in life I can control.”
“If there’s a reason I’m still alive when so many have died, then I’m willing to wait for it.”
“Stay alive 'til this horror show is past.”
“I’m a general. Whee!!!!”
“Yeah. He’s not the choice I would have gone with.”
“Don’t do a thing. History will prove him wrong.”
“I can’t disobey direct orders.”
“Pick a place to die where it’s high and dry.”
“Pray that hell or heaven lets you in.”
“Should have shot him in the mouth. That would’ve shut him up.”
“Watch your tone. I’m not a maiden in need of defending, I am grown.”
“My name’s been through a lot, I can take it.”
“The fact that you’re alive is a miracle.”
“I don’t pretend to know the challenges you’re facing.”
“If you could let me inside your heart…”
“I’m never gonna stop until I make 'em drop and burn 'em up and scatter their remains.”
“You have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story.”
“History has it’s eyes on you.”
“So what happens if we win?”
“If this is the end of me, at least I have a friend with me.”
“Oceans rise. Empires fall. It’s much harder when it’s all your call.”
“I swear that I’ll be around for you.”
“Why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room?”
“Why do you write like you’re running out of time?”
“Yo, who the f is this?”
“What are you waiting for? What do you stall for?”
“If I could grant you peace of mind, would that be enough?”
“They are asking me to lead. I am doing the best I can.”
i found a text post around tumblr where this guy's roommate came home really drunk and designed an airplane (with all the drawings and calculations and shit) while intoxicated and didn't remember it the next day could u imagine that with cf victor and yuuri tho lmfao
“Okay, okay, look,” Yuuri slurs, lying on Victor’s chest with a notepad held above his head and a pen resting between his fingers. “Look,” he repeats, as though Victor isn’t looking. “See?”
“See what?” Victor asks, brushing Yuuri’s hair back out of his eyes. It’s not particularly comfortable, lying like this, but he’s not about to complain. Yuuri is adorable when he’s drunk.
He had been playing some game with Phichit for a few hours, and then he’d come back to their dorm room like this. Immediately, he’d collapsed on top of Victor and started babbling incessantly about a genius breakthrough he’d had. Now, he’s designing an airplane, and is very adamant that Victor pay attention to whatever it is he’s doing. “Look! Look!” he’s insisting.
“I’m looking,” Victor promises.
“See the, um, what’s that part called? The wing! See how the wing is shaped? Like that? That helps,” he informs him, but his serious tone is betrayed by his occasional hiccup. “Listen,” he repeats.
Victor can’t help but laugh, now. “I am listening, Yuuri. I’m listening and looking. I promise.”
“Now if we just… The air resistance…” He starts scribbling formulas.
In an attempt to get him to forget about his airplane, Victor runs his foot up the bottom of Yuuri’s sweatpants, drifts it across his ankle. Yuuri doesn’t even seem to notice. “So you’re designing an airplane?” he asks, because if you can’t beat them, join them.
Yuuri shifts on top of him–it’s incredibly distracting. “Mmm,” he agrees. A second later, he thrusts his drawing in front of him, admiring it. “Done.”
As if an afterthought, he adds a few more numbers with little arrows pointing to pieces of the plane. Then, he puts the paper down on the bed and turns onto his side, his entire weight still resting on Victor. Victor wraps his arms around him, keeps their legs tangled together. “Goodnight, Yuuri.”
“You’re so nice, Vitya,” he mumbles against Victor’s chest. “So nice. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
“Who wrote this?” Yuuri asks the following morning, holding up his airplane design. Then, he pauses, and slowly but surely brings the paper closer to his eyes. “This design is actually intuitive.”
“You made it last night,” Victor reminds him. “You don’t remember?”
“I made this?”
“You’re even smarter than me when you’re drunk,” he teases, gripping Yuuri’s hips with his hands and looking at the paper over his shoulder. “Except, there is a drool stain on my shirt.”
Yuuri turns in his arms and then cringes when he sees the prominent stain on Victor’s chest. Then, though, he seems to identify his mischievous smile and nudges his shoulder instead of being embarrassed. “Well, you’re a good pillow.”
“I like being your pillow. Can I major in that? Yuuri Katsuki’s pillow. Whenever you want to design airplanes while drunk again, just let me know. Or if you want to do something else while lying on top of me…” He pauses, lets the meaning behind his words settle in. “Let me know.”
“I’m up for doing something else while lying on top of you.”
Victor perks up. “You are?”
“Like playing games on my phone, reading a book, talking to Makkachin…”
“I’m kidding.” He takes his hand and squeezes it, then leads him to the bed. “Really though, that design wasn’t bad. Remind me to show it to Phichit later.”
Every morning I wake up expecting it to come, but it is always three days away. That can’t be it. I haven’t woken up at all! It is just a dream. It is all a dream. I am in it, and you are in it, too. I am a dreamer, but you are having my dream.
EHEHEHEHEHHEHE now @digeridoodler and my charisk together is just… dangerous OvO so many smol goats ; w; @hatsuki-chii94 called them brownies family or family brownies? i don’t remember xD they looks tasty tho
( ͡o ͜ʖ ͡o) jk because of colors ; w; lol
I can’t stop imagining the entire extended family coming to stay with them now. Jay’s family takes one guest house and Anne’s family the other. There’s laughter and happiness all around the home, encompassing the boys and their families in a giant warm embrace. The sun is almost always shining here, a stark difference from back home. One late sunny afternoon finds Anne and Jay lounging by the pool sipping on wine happily….everything feeling peaceful and zen.
Quiet conversation passes between them until Anne’s eyes suddenly bulge wide open. Jay begins to turn her head in the direction of Anne’s gaze of horror asking, “What….?”
But she’s stopped by Anne’s firm grip to her arm, “Don’t. Trust me,” as she squeezes her eyes shut for a beat.
“Oh god,” Jay groans as a high-pitched squeal is heard from only a few feet away, followed by the sound of feet slapping the pavement near the pool, moving quickly away from them. “He’s naked again, isn’t he?”
Anne nods her head in confirmation at the same time they’re both hit by pelts of water to the back of their heads. “Oops. Sorry mums,” Louis hollers as he leaps over their lounge chairs, thankfully in a pair of swim trunks. He’s in hot pursuit of a naked Harry who’s just streaked by, armed with a super soaker in each hand. Not more than thirty seconds later, Louis and Harry’s screams and laughter fill the air that had been so peaceful just moments ago. Clearly Harry’s been caught.
Anne and Jay sit there stunned in silence for a moment before breaking into hysterics of their own. Water drips from their now drenched hair, but neither of them care, choosing to clink glasses and continue drinking their wine. See, their boys might be ridiculous but they’re their boys. Seeing them happy and carefree means the world to them, even though they did prefer them to be fully clothed. Details.
“haha Megan why are you so red?” um I don’t know BITCH maybe because I’m fukin in LOVE WITH YOU and you just laughed at something I said and your laugh is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard in my entire life????