for auld lang syne, my dear
happy new year from the philippines! firework gif came from here
Monthly Archives: December 2017
someday you’ll taste
the freedom and relief
of a trouble shared
and i know it’s true, that visions are seldom all they seem
but if i know you, i know what you’ll do
you’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream
“Under the Mistletoe”
Still in the Christmas spirit and pretty much inspired by that Bieber song 😂
okay but can someone say ‘no shit Sherlock’ to Dr. Strange in Infinity War
preferably Tony
“I wish I knew what to do now…I want to keep skating, but can I do it on my own?”
“I don’t need anyone. I’m strongest on my own. At least, that’s what I thought.“
Character concepts for Les Miserables, which I maintain would make an excellent animated series.
12 23 17
from summer of mutual pining zine with @cafecliche
Pay It Forward Fic Challenge
The Challenge:
If you’ve been tagged, find at least ONE FANFIC (feel free to do more) that you’d like more readers to discover and enjoy as well.
It can be any fandom, trope, ship, rating…skies the limit!
@ five people to invite to take this challenge as well.
#PayItForwardFC
My Fic Rec: the fic that is currently ruining my sanity, ‘Fated’, by @maydei
Fic Title/Link: Fated
Rated: Mature
Fandom/Pairing: Yuri!!! On ICE/Victuuri
Status: WIP (14 chapters/?)
Summary:
One Fighter. One Sacrifice. One unit, one team, bound by a name written on their bodies. It’s a mark that distinguishes them from others, and to each other, for the purpose of engaging in magical combat.
The idea is a noose tied with red thread, but a name cannot be denied. It simply is, and simply will be. Against all alliances and all reason, there is no fighting a name—
—unless you don’t have one.
(soulmates AU, Loveless AU)
Tagged: @extranikiforov, @maydei, @chessala, @sinkingorswimming, @katsukiyuuristrophyhusband
A weight sat on Victor’s chest. The silk of feathers fluttered over his legs, bedsheets rustling beside him. Gentle fingers brushed his face. He opened his eyes to the glint of metal in the dark. Victor went rigid.
Yuuri had his legs straddling Victor, angling his mate’s face up and to the side. Through the night filling the cabin, the razor blade in his hand shone like a beacon.
Victor found himself having a hard time breathing. “Lovebird… Lovebird, what are you doing?”
Yuuri grinned and rubbed his free hand all over Victor’s face. With it, he spread a foam, smearing it over Victor’s cheeks, mouth and throat.
Victor sputtered, glimpsing the small basin of water by Yuuri’s knee. “Ahh, wait, wait, wait! Are you serious?”
The siren’s devious expression remained unchanged and he flipped open the razor.
“Okay, okay, but not in the bed!” Victor could feel his heart beating a solid bruise into his ribcage. “I promise I won’t run, just let me move.”
Yuuri did not shift, head tilted toward one shoulder, considering the proposal. Wordlessly, he shifted back on his heels and moved off Victor. The pirate scrambled off the bed, away from his blade-wielding siren. Yuuri, however, remained perky. He moved the basin of water to Victor’s work desk and pulled out his chair, tapping the seat in invitation.
“Gimme-… gimme one second,” Victor muttered and grabbed a pair of loose sleep slacks, slipping into them. He then went straight for his weapons cabinet, removing from it a bottle of dark rum. One deep gulp in, with the mild added taste of shaving foam, he cleared his throat and returned to Yuuri. “…Do you know what you’re doing?”
Yuuri smiled and patted the chair again. Victor did not feel reassured. He sat. Yuuri tugged his head back by his braid. A whimper might have escaped the pirate.
Timing his breaths slow and steady, Victor shut his eyes and prayed.
The first stroke of the razor against his skin was smooth and gentle. Yuuri kept his head angled and skin pulled taut. His movements did not falter, no pained slice cutting into Victor’s cheek. The swish of the blade being rinsed in the basin and another effortless pass across his skin had Victor lifting a single eyelid.
A sweet smile relaxed Yuuri’s expression. He moved as fluidly as when he danced, hands kind on Victor’s face. Little by little, Yuuri shifted along. The razor blade pulled easily halfway down Victor’s throat, shaving off the growing facial hair. Yuuri guided him through each stroke with his touch, wordless in his concentration. By the time he finished, Victor was watching his every movement, enraptured.
Yuuri rinsed the razor and set it aside, leaning in close to examine Victor’s face. He wiped it clean with a cool towel and swooped in, chirping as he kissed Victor’s expertly shaven face.
In awe, Victor touched his own chin and rubbed up. No knicks, no scraps, no spots missing. Utterly flawless, better than he could have done himself. He stared at Yuuri. “How did you-…”
Emil taught me. Yuuri traced onto Victor’s chest, nuzzling his face against his mate’s newly smooth cheek. Did I do okay?
“Amazing,” Victor muttered back, quiet in his disbelief. His fingers traveled over his face once more, mouth tugging into a smile. “You should do this for me every morning. Preen me.”
Yuuri threw his arms over Victor’s shoulders, chirps as happy as they could be. He pecked kisses all over Victor’s face until his mate could barely support him through the laughter.
“Really, Yuuri, you surprised me… I was ready to bleed for you.”
I practiced on Chris. Just in case. He didn’t get off so easily.
Laughing loudly, Victor kissed him. And kept kissing him till morning came.
Thehobs 