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Collective memories shared by young women about the power of words

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[yurionnice]

Title: Stealing Starlight Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Word Count: 778 Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Magical Realism, Emotions, Astronomy, Star, Established Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Sad Victor Nikiforov, Anxious Victor Nikiforov, Reassuring Katsuki Yuuri Preview: “Yuuri, do you know why the stars are beautiful?” Yuuri frowned.  “Because they shine?” “Because they dance,” Victor said.  “Have you ever seen a star that doesn’t dance?” Summary: How does a star retire? They learn the meaning of life and love, but is it really that easy? Maybe, maybe not.  Maybe it depends on who’s there to remind you that you’re not alone. Ao3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13630587 Disclaimer: The art which inspired this fic is amazing and I reblogged it previously but you can find it here!  It’s beautiful, please go check out @mixedbird if you haven’t already!!!  Big, big thanks to her for the inspiration!

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[marshmellowwriting]

i forgot to reblog this after i changed the url of my yoi blog whoops!!!  anyway here’s the new updated link haha

[yurionnice]

Title: Stealing Starlight Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Word Count: 778 Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Magical Realism, Emotions, Astronomy, Star, Established Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Sad Victor Nikiforov, Anxious Victor Nikiforov, Reassuring Katsuki Yuuri Preview: “Yuuri, do you know why the stars are beautiful?” Yuuri frowned.  “Because they shine?” “Because they dance,” Victor said.  “Have you ever seen a star that doesn’t dance?” Summary: How does a star retire? They learn the meaning of life and love, but is it really that easy? Maybe, maybe not.  Maybe it depends on who’s there to remind you that you’re not alone. Ao3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13630587 Disclaimer: The art which inspired this fic is amazing and I reblogged it previously but you can find it here!  It’s beautiful, please go check out @mixedbird if you haven’t already!!!  Big, big thanks to her for the inspiration!

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[marshmellowwriting]

i made a yuri!!! on ice sideblog!  and i wrote something!  it’s very small but was a lot of fun to write, and i have plans for a longer fic in the works as well.  idk if any of my followers are yoi fans, but if you are, feel free to check it out and give it a follow if you’d like =)

[marshmellowwriting]

mellow nodded and looked sad and kept crying, on occasion, but accepted the blankets and pillows and drank the hot chocolate when it showed up on the table next to the couch in the bright yellow mug that mellow loved.  marsh had some, too, in the mug shaped like a crab.  when the crab was empty, marsh slipped out of the room, and then slipped back in, with slippers, and put them on mellow’s feet without a word.  when both mugs were empty, marsh took mellow’s hand.

[marshmellowwriting]

marsh woke to the alarm as usual. though sleep was scarce, so ‘usual’ was usually too strong a word.  recently, however, it had become a more common occurrence, so the term was more accurate than ever before.

so the start to the day wasn’t unordinary.  mellow was gone, having snuck out early in the morning – not only a part of the usual routine, but a permanence which was vital to their very existence, and a constant in daily life.  mellow had work at the coffee shop.

[marshmellowwriting]

i'm just one of those people who's going to end up filled with regrets and inexplicably alone

casper.  facts

[marshmellowwriting]

closed off = mysterious; complicated = intriguing; independent = strong; but sometimes i wonder if i’m too ambiguous to love

casper. this is how i translate to a romance novel

[marshmellowwriting]

i suppose that i know, that i knew from the start, the reason your cheeks grew damp. your quivering lips left the air wanting for words and still it filled with sorrow to shatter. but air is stronger than you know, as she always said: out of sight, out of mind but it rushes, fills your lungs, infiltrates your bloodstream, and swiftly enters your heart; try preventing it by willpower alone and you find only failure and more air. i suppose that i know, that i knew from the start, that she finally, accidentally, found that once-in-a-lifetime success. she was old, she was sick, she had achieved her goal, never complaining of its difficulties, raising her daughter’s child to be strong than air; you will not shatter and reduce her to failure.

marsh.  stronger than air

[thebatsies]

Hey Batsies fans! We’ve reached over 5,000 followers!!! Like seriously it was so quick-I’m so happy and overwhelmed with all the love Batsies has been getting! 

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[mehlancholic]

Can all the writeblrs reblog this so I can follow ya’ll (please)

[marshmellowwriting]

on bad days, i’ll only wake up to your laugh, which you must know, because you laugh every time.  not at me, or with me, but around me, a laugh to encompass, compelling the return of an indirect hug.  i don’t return, because on bad days, i need more than a compulsion to move, i need more i than persuasion, i need more than a laugh, i need– there it is.  there you are.  warm hands surf my hair, a mess that i allow no one else to touch, whispered words in my ears, lilting reassurances, butterfly kisses on my cheeks; everything soft, serenely safe, and all-accepting.  on bad days, you know better than to just wake me up; you lift me up, and give me what i need: all of you.

marsh. on bad days (via marshmellowwriting)

[marshmellowwriting]

well, every once in a while, i caught myself doubting i caught myself spinning out of control towards the doors of doubt and self-destruction by internal, invisible, combustion. and every time without fail a hand reached out and i never once doubted that it was there to lift me up because I’ve never had reason to believe otherwise. well, with you it was different. the doubting, the spinning, no one ever taught you how it felt to be caught so catching yourself was out of the question. and yet it was expected, because every time a hand reached out, you were taught to doubt, and every time you trusted, instead of being caught, you were pushed down.

mellow. this is why i so easily forgive you (via @marshmellowwriting)

[marshmellowwriting]

well, every once in a while, i caught myself doubting i caught myself spinning out of control towards the doors of doubt and self-destruction by internal, invisible, combustion. and every time without fail a hand reached out and i never once doubted that it was there to lift me up because I’ve never had reason to believe otherwise. well, with you it was different. the doubting, the spinning, no one ever taught you how it felt to be caught so catching yourself was out of the question. and yet it was expected, because every time a hand reached out, you were taught to doubt, and every time you trusted, instead of being caught, you were pushed down.

mellow. this is why i so easily forgive you (via @marshmellowwriting)

[marshmellowwriting]

the most beautiful, dangerous, disastrous things are almost always kept hidden

mellow. the nuance beneath my skin

[marshmellowwriting]

the moon is the source of lunacy.  i told you as much, once; you didn’t believe me. moonlit hours are of utmost calm, you said. what about insomnia?  i thought, what about night madness itself - what else could cause it but the moon? it’s too restless to grow out of darkness alone. but i shrugged, and said: i only meant that it’s the origin of the word. i thought the conversation had met its end, but one night you brought it up again: you took my hand and led us both outside, walked us to the field nearby, which was empty - it normally is, at three am, and most other times - you sat us both on a blanket you brought, told me to wait, and i did. and then there were crickets instead of silence and starlight replaced the dark, and your light - your voice, your words, or something - replaced my madness, and i realized that you were right. and the moon was somehow grounding, lunacy be damned.

marsh. our moonhours

[marshmellowwriting]

wake up now,  a whisper, but i groan, i grumble, i moan; i can’t smile  just because it’s you.  this morning is different, we've changed, and i panic, i wanted it all to stay the same, but now- now you laugh. it's okay. it's okay, you remind me. it's okay: just a pause. just a bad day.

marsh.  waking up ii