God….GOD…Viktor Nikiforov Is Such A Sugar Daddy And Yuuri Katsuki Is The Crabbiest Sugar Baby On

Yuuri Moving to St. Petersburg

Eggs, Coffee, Bread, Butter by LittleLostStar | T | Yuuri/Victor | 2k

Yuuri has a small adventure at a grocery store in St. Petersburg and everything is just adorable.

~ “Yuuri, did you go grocery shopping?” “Yes, why? …What did I do?” Victor cocks his head, eyes crinkling, and just like that Yuuri realizes that he might not actually have the upper hand in this situation. “What were you trying to do?” he asks innocently, which just makes Yuuri even more furious.

Five Time Yuuri Katsuki Freaked Out About Living with Viktor Nikiforov (and the One Time It Was Viktor’s Turn) by Ame (Ulan) | T | Yuuri/Victor | 7k WIP

Viktor could not help his wide smile. Life with Yuuri in Saint Petersburg was off to a great start. He was happy; he was excited. He had never felt anything more wonderful and overwhelming and amazing in his life.Which probably meant that Yuuri was off somewhere, feeling the same, and freaking out.

leave-taking by winchilsea | G | Yuuri/Victor | 1k

Moving to St. Petersburg was Yuuri’s idea. Viktor wanted to stay in Hasetsu.

Next Level by ghostystarr | G | Yuuri/Victor | 3k

In which Yuuri and Victor settle into their new life in St. Petersburg

Safety Hazards in St. Petersburg by lucycamui | E | Yuuri/Victor | 3k

In which Yuuri moves in with Victor in St. Petersburg and Victor discovers just how distracting living with him can be.

Alternatively titled, How Many Ways Can Victor Hurt Himself? or Idiots in Love

This Curious Condition Called Love by xtwilightzx (blackidyll) | T | Yuuri/Victor | 16k

The bite of pancake is delightfully buttery, with a tang from the cheese curds. Yuuri isn’t sure what his expression is like, but Victor’s smile brightens, and his phone goes up.

“Say syrniki!”

That photo’s going to end up on Instagram in less than a minute. Yuuri ducks, and when Victor whips his phone to follow, Yuuri grabs Victor’s elbow and drags him over so they’re both caught in the shot. Victor laughs, a long line of warmth mashed up against Yuuri’s side. He tucks his arm around Yuuri’s waist and raises his phone again.

Victor uses variations of the same caption every time: Reexploring St. Petersburg with #katsukiyuuri #oneplateatatime

“You’re ridiculous,” Yuuri whispers, after the camera goes off.

Victor smiles. “Ridiculous, but yours.”

(Yuuri has done the transcontinental uprooting of his life twice before and it’s never easy, but this time there are photos plastered all over Victor’s social media, explorations into Russian cuisine, shenanigans with the Russian figure skating national team, calls and messages from friends and family, and Victor, always.

Victor, on the other hand, mostly copes by watching Yuuri adapt to life in St. Petersburg).

Safe Space by preciousbunnynoiz | G | Yuuri/Victor | 1k

Yuuri is moving in and Victor is thrilled but Victor is also noticing something is a little different about Yuuri and he isn’t sure what

(Basically these two love each other so much it’s ridiculous and wonderful)

Petra voli banane ja volim petru

I hate that capitalistic image of woman who is thriving is a woman who “gets to” endlessly indulge in her appearance, have expensive clothes and makeup and spend her time in salons and she still doesn’t eat a lot or want anything but to be desirable, because this is the worst nightmare scenario. To be so completely distanced from your own humanity and desires, you invest all your time and resources to reducing yourself into a male fantasy which only gets you worthless male attention.

When I imagine women thriving, I see them owning the entire world, I see them powerful and strong, climbing and jumping and laughing, I see them looking exactly as they do, none of them even imagining to change something on their bodies. They’re smug and filled with desires and they chase them without guilt or shame, they eat whatever they want without a second thought that it might make them less valuable in anyone’s eyes. They don’t waste their time on anyone, they have their own property and community, they owe nothing to anyone, they don’t need to appease anyone, nor are they afraid of anyone. They don’t need to become desirable, they know they’re wanted and desired by default, just by being alive, just by existing. They love and get loved in return, but they have places their heart feels content and full even when out of love. They bow down to no one. They don’t know what makeup is. They’re wild and uncontained. They create their own living space and their own environment. They’re adored and respected regardless of their age. They take credit for everything they do and wear it with pride.

If the idea of women thriving isn’t filled with at least this much freedom, power and love, it’s not worth my time.

the signs as aesthetics

aries - dirty high tops, varsity jackets, sunrises, graffiti, pins and patches, lightning, live concerts, wide grins, lollipops, skinny jeans, matches, the moment before the drop on a roller coaster

taurus - flower crowns, oversized sweaters, mom jeans, mugs, leather, log fires, sunlight peeking through the window, leaves, succulents, journals, sleeping in on the weekends, messy buns

gemini - bright eyes, bicycles, overalls, new friends, art museums, iced coffee, infectious laughter, pastel colors, bubblegum, new books, speakers, yellow highlighter, singing in the shower

cancer - the beach, hair blowing in the wind, bath bombs, conch shells, balloons, the moon, soft serve, the sound of raindrops against the window, knee high socks, running barefoot, inspirational quotes

leo - gold stars, sparklers, mascara, romantic poetry, mirrors, sunflowers, running through a meadow, glitter, fairy lights, hot baths, monarch butterflies, sunny days, bright eyeshadow

virgo - french braids, calligraphy, bookstores, collared shirts, to-do lists, teacups, watercolors, mason jars, dainty hands, cuffed pants, fresh linens, classic literature, potted plants, bullet journals, clear aviators

libra - cotton candy clouds, bubble baths, cherry blossoms, lace, lip gloss, ferris wheels, gentle eyes, holding hands, pink lemonade, candy hearts, novels, birds chirping, strawberries, vintage cars

scorpio - sunsets, midnight conversations, driving on an empty highway, listening to the radio, rainy days, crescent moon, tv static, all-nighters, white sheets, the ocean

sagittarius - road trips, beanies, doodling, maps, getting lost, stargazing, forests, fireflies, polaroids, cameras, paint-stained jeans, light bulbs, messy ponytails, traveling the world

capricorn - architecture, silhouettes, sheet music, mountains, old books, coffee shops, high ceilings, history museums, skylines, nude lipstick, spiral staircases, neat handwriting, cobblestone

aquarius - combat boots, neon signs, geodes, starry skies, pool water, song lyrics, bulky headphones, space, telescopes, multi-colored fairy lights, smoke, activism, 24-hour gas stations, dyed hair

pisces - daydreaming, umbrellas, finger paint, sketchbooks, getting lost in your thoughts, ice cream trucks, earphones, leggings, sweatshirts, paint chips, swing sets, daisies, milkshakes, bubbles, scented candles

okay so I got super inspired by this really beautiful ethereal remix of claire de lune and I’m on the hunt to find similar songs to put on a playlist.

So, does anyone have any song suggestions that embody the feeling of “I just dissociated so hard I astral projected into the tenth dimension to float amongst the stars on the outskirts of the galaxy, but I feel curiously warm and whole and I know I don’t have to feel afraid or alone”?

Like an embodiment of this picture