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yaoionice:

duskisnigh:

Listen, it’s just so important to me that they argue about small, domestic things like any couple would because it not only plays into the element of realism that the show itself tries so hard to depict, but also shows that any power imbalance that may originally exist due to the coach-student relationship and 11/12 years of idolization has completely or almost completely faded. Yuuri knocking Victor off the pedestal – Yuuri realizing that treating Victor like a god-like figure only serves to dehumanize him – is my favourite aspect to their entire relationship. The 9 months together in Hasetsu has already revealed to Yuuri that Victor is more or less as capable of human mistakes as he is, but it is only when he lives with Victor in his own home that he can uncover Victor’s most unornamented self, and to accept and love the entirety of his being as it is. 

(This is just a personal exploration into one side of their relationship, and not a statement of how I view the ship should be enjoyed. I actually love content where they spoil each other to bits or where Yuuri freaks out over his Victor merch being ruined.)

This is really beautiful

juniebuglovesyou:

k so jeremy knox and andrew minyard couldn’t possibly be any more different as people as they are now, and don’t think for a second that i think the way they love their respective boys are similar in any way, but u cannot tell me that there isn’t a quiet understanding between the two of them about loving boys who r always just an inch away from death

poemsforpersephone:

there is a difference
between wanting nothing
and not wanting anything.

the first is a longing
for the kind of absolution only
death can buy / a desperation for
the end because the in-between is
cruel and you are so tired.

you live your life
around nothing, until ‘nothing’
becomes a boy with a jigsaw past and an
attitude problem / until ‘nothing’ becomes
palms pressed to the back of shivering
necks / until it becomes yes or no and always
and stay and a key traced into skin.

‘nothing’ ceases to be an abyss, forgets
how to be void / ‘nothing’ keeps you warm
at night, ‘nothing’ holds you steady,
‘nothing’ trusts you, ‘nothing’ begins to love you.

nothing becomes many things.
and for once?
you want everything.

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