#kaxsudon

[lebenfxrseis]

[ @kaxsudon  || Meme ]

[ Who said I could draw? Here we go!]

[alyssasmuses-blog]

kaxsudon replied to your post: “…Are we pole dancing?”

SCREAMS NO

“Don’t be a party pooper, Yuuri.”

[thaiceprince-blog]

@kaxsudon replied to your post: Ready to work that pole.

DAMNIT THAT WAS A TYPO IM NOT DRUNK

@kaxsudon replied to your post: Ready to work that pole.

NO*

@kaxsudon replied to your post: Ready to work that pole.

N I

Here’s some more of your favorite alcohol..... Come on Yuuri... You love this flavor.....

[ortustella]

KITKAT DONT LAUGH AT MY PLIGHT

[viiktr]

勝生 勇利 | 𝙺𝙰𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙺𝙸 𝚈𝚄𝚄𝚁𝙸 ( @kaxsudon​ )

“ And then all of a sudden you find that all your 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝑘𝔢𝔫 pieces start coming back together. This fits here and that goes there, and little by little you start to build back up. You can ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᵉ again, and remember when that felt like it’ll be the last thing you ever do ? — Look at you now. And even if it only took one person to be the reason for the storm in your eyes, you finally realize that another could be the reason why you never give up…

I guess it really all does happen for a reason, the good and the bad. “ — ( poem )

            looking back now, viktor doesn’t know how to describe what happened or how it happened — so fast and so slow at the same time, how his life changed so drastically, when he expected it the least. another skater in the sea of others, how had viktor let him go the first time, how they met, the smile on yuuri’s face that night at the banquet — it’s so hard to describe and comprehend, how they tiptoed around each other, how yuuri slipped away from his fingers not once but twice. he didn’t know how this boy would change his life, give a meaning to his whole being  — to think that it came to something as trivial as a simple video appalls the russian, the possibility of him simply missing that video chilling him to his core. as enamored as he was the first time, he didn’t know much about yuuri himself. if it hadn’t been his day off — if he hadn’t decided to lay low at home — they never would have met again, the mornings in hasetsu, that night in barcelona, the hesitant yet beautiful smile on yuuri’s face — those memories would be missing from his life and viktor doesn’t know where would he be without them, if he still would go on, be the person he is now.

            the shy smiles, shaky hands, warm brown eyes looking deep into his soul — this boy, this amazing, beautiful boy, who became home, who became both his life and love. he’s struck with how lucky he is to have met him, to have loved him — nights where sleep doesn’t take him just as easily, when moonlight illuminates yuuri’s features, the moments where he can appreciate his fiancé longer than ever — viktor wants to fight off the devils in yuuri’s mind, an urge to make sure he is never upset or down ever again, that he always knows how precious and brilliant he is — viktor wants to protect him from the world, the rude words, the publicity, the press, and most of all, from his own mind playing tricks on him. he never wants to leave, even for a moment, because he’s sure yuuri is the only pure and good that’s left in this world, his world. he’ll wrap his arms around the precious warmth, there isn’t much he could do right then, but he is more determined to show how much he loves the other when those eyes open — how much he became viktor’s everything.

                        “ I know I should  c r u m b l e  for better reasons                           but have you seen that boy he brings                           the sun to its knees every night  “

            моё золотце, солнышко моё, радость моя, my gold, my sun, my joy — there’s an endless list of other words that fill viktor’s mind at the sight of yuuri, all true, the smile on his face, making his knees weak every single time. his kindness, his selflessness —the expression he has on his face when he’s made his mind, or when he’s surprised by a kiss, his uneasiness when he has prepared some sort of surprise for his fiancé — viktor basks in each one of these moments, wanting to burn them to his memory — all of them making his chest swell with so many emotions he can barely breathe. all these little quirks, small facts, the smiles that he only gives to viktor only — makes him so much more beautiful, breathtaking. and after not seeing him for a while, let it be a week or mere hours, viktor’s breath catches in his throat, for he had never been good with words, for there is no way he can express all these emotions he feels so deeply — which is why he hopes these few words will suffice, his tone breathless and taken away by the sight of yuuri each time — “ 愛してる。”

[etiamviviens-blog]

Do you believe in ghosts :0

Yes or No? *Accepting!

“In a way, yes! I guess I wouldn’t say ghosts, but I believe in spirits. I may be Mexican-American, but my family keeps a lot of our Mexican traditions alive. Have you ever heard of Día de los Muertos? It’s the day of the dead, it lasts for about three days if you start on Halloween, and it’s a really fun, big celebration.” 

Leo thinks on it fondly, having never gone a year without celebrating it with his big family, and other Mexican families around the area. 

“We celebrate the passing of our families, and their spirits come to visit during those days and celebrate with the festivities we’ve prepared for them. First the children come, then the adults. We create ofrendas, special altars for the deceased with food, flowers, and small toys for the children.” 

“On November second, we all go down to the cemeteries and celebrate together. We clean the graves, listen to music, and talk about our deceased loved ones. It’s a really special holiday, we even make sugar skulls, which have become really popular in America. They represent departed souls, usually with a name engraved on them, and we place them on the ofrendas or the tombstones. They’re kind of hard to make, but Mama is a pro.” 

Talking about the holiday has him smiling, and already excited for it to come again that year. 

“You should come see it one day, if you’re here in America at the time. It’s special.” 

[keycursed]

    the nerves were almost suffocating, drawing the air from his lungs and squeezing his heart until it burst. in his hands ( a little creased and tatty, he would sadly admit ) was a red envelope, which he squeezed softly as teeth buried into the plush of his bottom lip. one hand then moved to tuck his hair behind his ears as he faced yuuri head on, though his blue eyes were aimed toward the ground, at his scuffling feet. ❛❛ yuuri... ❜❜ his voice was shaky and cracked but then he put on his biggest, bravest smile and held out the valentine's card to his soulmate. ❛❛ h-happy valentine's day, my 日光. ❜❜ a soft chuckle, cheeks red and burning.

@kaxsudon // valentine’s

[vepalsa]

@kaxsudon wanted a ♔

      “QUIT HOGGING ALL THE BLANKETS KATSUDON! It’s not that damn COLD!” For Yuri it would be easy given he live in Russia all his life but for someone like Yuuri who likely just used to it every so often it’s probably a death trap. 

     “Honestly WEAK- and you are expected to be my rival?!” he almost YANK the other blanket off him in the progress.