Giveaway Contest: Thanks To The Generosity Of @harperperennial, We’re Giving Away All Eight Of The

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So what are the odds that they never went to the same middle school, never played a match during highschool, but still retained a certain level of passion for basketball? And what if, they so happened to sit next to each other at the most anticipated basketball game of the year? Based on this prompt. Drabble dedicated to melontastic WHO FOUGHT ME and anna who also fought me but I lost. I lost hard.  WARNING: OOC-ALMOST-JERKISH AKASHI

For the YoI anniversary, and for @lazulisong who has had a hellish week, I present to you: Yuuri Katsuki trying on a sample costume without realizing it’s totally backless all the way past the waist.  He takes a picture and sends it to Phichit as a joke - idk, do you think this is regulation? - but because Phichit is the best bro anyone could ask for, he immediately texts back You need that.

Phichit is not swayed by the fact that Yuuri would never be able to wear this in competition without a deduction. Get it for an ice show, he replies. I can’t buy this just for an ice show, Yuuri says. Victor would buy him a costume just for an ice show. Victor would buy him a costume just to cook dinner in if it was flattering enough. But Victor is away and Yuuri is shopping alone, so his frugal upbringing is winning out. Okay, then, Phichit says, punctuating the text with an eyebrows kaomoji. Just think of (eyebrows) what else (eyebrows eyebrows) you might use it for (eyebrows all the way down.) And this is how Yuuri stepped to the rink side at the second annual Victor and Friends ice show, wrapped in Victor’s longest coat (stolen that morning under the guise of the rink feeling chillier than usual), and let it slide off his shoulders before blithely handing it to Victor, smiling, and taking the ice, letting Victor take a long look at the slope of his back as he waves to the crowd. “How’re you doing, darling,” Chris murmurs to Victor halfway through Yuuri’s routine. The show doesn’t end for another hour, Victor wants to keen to the heavens. He takes the next of several deep breaths through his nose instead. 

Giveaway Contest: We’ve partnered with Alma Books to give away five of their beautiful Alma Classics Evergreens editions (pictured above)! Won’t these look lovely on your shelf? :D To win these classics, you must: 1) be following macrolit on Tumblr (yes, we will check. :P), and 2) reblog this post. We will randomly choose a winner on June 4, at which time we’ll start a new giveaway. And yes, Alma Books has agreed to make this an International giveaway! Good luck!

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

It is always important to know when something has reached its end. Closing circles, shutting doors, finishing chapters, it doesn’t matter what we call it; what matters is to leave in the past those moments in life that are over.

The Zahir (Paulo Coelho)

Oooh, this sounds really cute.... I'd like to buy one. Like, the Queen of spades one.

PLEASE REPLY OR STATE IN THE REBLOG IF YOU’RE INTERESTED IN BUYING

I’ll sell this for about 7-8 USD, though, price might vary when the final product comes out, cheaper or so. Also, I’ll ship this world-wide!

There will be 

Original Version (as in the pic)

Spades Queen Version

Bunny Version

Black Top Hat Version

2P Version

Mochi Version

And still open for more suggestions

Thank you, please boost ♡

do people actually read books while in the bathtub

how do you not get everything wet

Great heroes need great sorrows and great burdens, or half their greatness goes unnoticed. It’s all part of the fairy tale.

Peter S. Beagle (via thewritersguardianangel)

My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride in my thoughts, my appearance, my talents, my flaws and to stop this incessant worrying that I can’t be loved as I am.

Anaïs Nin (via macrolit)