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Are there SERIOUSLY still people hating on Adrian? The active, healthy, respectfully vegan, poetry reading, book writing, nature loving, and motivational tol bean photographer Adrian freaking Howell, who reached such success despite the crap he was put through as a teen? I thought the Phandom was improving. People like this shouldn’t be in the Phandom anymore. Stop finding stupid untruthful reasons to hate on Adrian. He is a phenomenal person with such a bright future and big heart. Please don’t tear him down like others used to. He’s finally happy now, don’t freaking rip that from him. Anyone who hates on Adrian, or tries to find reasons to is toxic. Get the hell off my blog if you are that way, and please quit it. Adrian has done so much good with himself, and it breaks my heart knowing jerks still want to snatch that joy away from him. Did I mention that Dan and Adrian have recently started rebuilding a healthy and loving brotherly relationship again and anyone who bullies Adrian is not just hurting Adrian but is also hurting Dan? Think about that. If you won’t stop for Adrian, for goodness sake at least do it for Dan. Do it for the sake of healthy relationships. Don’t ruin what they’ve built back up.

Don’t wipe this beautiful smile off his face or I’ll break you to pieces.

💙

I'm glad I'm in Ravenclaw.

Professor: [yelling at a student in class] You could have seriously hurt someone! What were you thinking??

Gryffindor: [whispers to Ravenclaw] Someone is feeling crabby today...

Professor: [whips around to look at Gryffindor] Do you have something to add to this conversation? I would love to hear it! Or have you also decided to endanger students?

Gryffindor: No! I-- I just--

Ravenclaw: [quickly interjecting] Professor! I have a quick question. Did you change the color of the chalk today? I'm just asking because I feel like it's definitely made the directions much more legible, and fun!

Professor: [huge smile] I did! Why-- thank you, Ravenclaw. Okay everybody, time to get back to work.

Gryffindor: How did you do that??

Ravenclaw: I've been classically conditioning the professor all semester to like me by always smelling like their favorite flower. It's generalized to just liking me in general. It's totally unconscious.

Professor: [passes by] Ravenclaw, your work today is simply exemplary. Ten points to Ravenclaw.

Ravenclaw: Thanks, professor! [turns to Gryffindor] Science, bitch.

Reasons Why You Should Never Live in the Countryside

No. 4

It just smells of poo. Everyday. I walk up the lane: Poo. Driving in the car: Poo. Bit of fresh air?: Poo.

The many times Victor Nikiforov dreamt of how soft and pliable Katsuki Yuuri’s lips were seemed to be endless. But he knew boundaries, he wouldn’t kiss him unless the circumstances called for it, and god did he hope for them to call for it.

In Hasetsu, Victor found himself falling out of love with the idea of him and in love with the very core of Yuuri. His drive, his unrealized beauty, his passion the moment he glided across the ice and truly became the most beautiful person he’d ever seen on the ice, were what drove him to remain patient and hopelessly loyal. Victor figured if his lips wouldn’t be graced by the soft plushness just yet he would find an excuse to brush at them every chance he had. Whether it was to demonstrate his own Eros by asking him to show his true one soon while gently traversing the softness of his lips with the pads of his thumbs, or applying lip balm on his constantly chapped lips, or even swiping away at a grain of rice that stubbornly strayed at the corners of his mouth no matter what he did, it was enough for Victor especially when he was rewarded with a blush and a shy look down to the ground for the first few weeks.

Victor had gotten close once to knowing the feeling during a beautiful summer day where he had decided that they should have an off day and explore the beach. He adored the way the sound of the seagulls reminded him of Piter, but the beauty of the beaches of Hasetsu were enough to render him speechless. He’d sat at the shore with Yuuri an endless amount of times, but he wanted to truly explore it with him.

He couldn’t remember the last time he smiled so broadly that his cheeks hurt from the flawless effort. Makkachin seemed more like a puppy as she kept up with chasing them around the water, Yuuri had even initiated a water fight as he splashed Victor senseless, eliciting a chorus of giggling and laughter. After a long day chasing Yuuri and Makkachin across the sand, getting enveloped in the salty ocean water and only resting to have a few snacks that Hiroko had graciously packed for them, eventually it was time to call an end to their day by rinsing down in the accessible showers to get the remnants of sand away. As soon as he twisted the spout on, Victor saw Yuuri staring at him through the gentle waterfall. His heart shaped smile only grew broader as he reached over to rustle up Yuuri’s hair and he returned the gesture as they laughed together under the spouts with Makkachin prancing between them and shaking excess water against them.

As they reached to turn off the water, Victor made a grab for the towels and worked to pat away at the droplets that clung on to his silver tendrils and again he caught Yuuri staring.

“Do I have something on me?” Victor asked brightly.

Yuuri furiously shook his head and continued to look on with a look that was a mixture of awe and possible curiosity. After a few moments Yuuri appeared to find resolve and found the nerve to ask something that Victor had learned seemed to be truly intimate in Japan.

“Could I dry your hair?” Yuuri inquired.

Victor threw the towel over at Yuuri and stood directly in front of him, peeking over his shoulder with a wink.

“Of course, I’ll leave it to you, Yuuri!” Victor said absolutely delighted.

He could hear Yuuri laughing nervously but soon his hands were working the towel gently against the length of his hair. It was something Victor thought he could get used to if only to have any excuse to be this close. He hadn’t realized he was in a daze and that Yuuri was done until he opened his eyes and saw Yuuri was directly in front of him.

“Will you do mine now?”

With softened eyes, Victor nodded and ran his fingers through the dampness of Yuuri’s hair. He had previously worked with his hair as they tried to figure out what look would be best suited for him when he was out on the ice, and each time he got lost in the raven strands. Today Yuuri smelled like the ocean and he could still make out the scent of his shampoo. Just as he was sure there were no more stray drops, Victor nudged Yuuri and smiled fondly down at him.

“Shall we head back for dinner and a soak in the onsen?”

Yuuri nodded and walked beside Victor, his body seemed less stiff than it usually was and Victor was delighted to witness that.

“Hey Victor?” Yuuri began.

“Yes, Yuuri?”

Yuuri abruptly stopped walking and looped his arm around Victor’s shoulder, bringing his head down so he could lace a quick kiss against his temple and the top of his head.

“I...I feel a lot of gratitude right now and I didn’t know how else to show it so.” Yuuri said clearly flustered.

Victor’s heart threatened to burst from his chest, as he gently placed his finger tips against his temple, though it was quick the feeling of Yuuri’s lips against them were even softer than he could have hoped for.

Yuuri was about to apologize for the intrusion when Victor asked, “May I show you mine?”

Wordlessly Yuuri’s mouth gaped open in curiosity, his eyes searched Victor’s for a clear answer on what he was about to do, but he nodded all the same. Victor smiled gently down at the man before him, as he drew a lithe hand up to rustle at the tendrils of sunkissed hair once again. Victor then made the swift move to kiss against Yuuri’s temple and then his forehead. He heard Yuuri gasp at the forehead kiss and glanced down to see that same lovely blush he loved to see starting at the bridge of his nose and scattering to the edges of his cheeks.

“Thank you for a wonderful day, Yuuri.” Victor said softly.

He noted just how close he was to Yuuri’s face, and was surprised that Yuuri hadn’t repelled back as he usually would have. Instead, Victor had to be reminded once again that Yuuri was a world of surprises especially as he felt Yuuri’s fingers interlocking with his own. There were no more words that had to be spoken between them, and for now Victor was more than okay with working through the feeling of how wonderful it was to feel the warmth of his hand against his own as they walked back to the inn in absolute harmony.

Gay and Relatable

So there’s this huge dudebro in my class, who, yesterday, sat next to me. And I’m sitting there sweating because like… I’m wearing my shirt with the lesbian flag on it, and he’s the most popular jock in school, and always has this look on his face that say ‘I can and will kill you’. He looks me up and down, stares at me for a minute and then goes, “So. Girls in skirts and long socks, am I right?”

To which I nodded solemnly, both out of agreement, surprise and also a healthy amount of awkward fear. He nodded and went, “You get it.”

I said, “Yep.” He fistbumped me, and on went our lives.

drink the tea

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Wolfstar Fanart

I've decided that I'm going to draw wolfstar fan art. I've recently been lacking any motivation to draw so this might help. Hopefully this can improve my mediocre art skills. Between homework and school, I can't say I'll post soon or regularly but I'll try my very best.

I don't need to be reminded this early in the morning.