#trueerros

[extra-snowflake]

❛ fake happiness beats genuine misery. ❜

“Hmm, I suppose that’s true,” Viktor surmised. “I guess it’s like... how does that saying go? ‘Fake it til you make it’?” He sighed. “You know, I used to think fake happiness was the same thing as misery. Now, I know better. A smile can hide so much...”

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turns up music intenselY

you’re bullying a child and if you don’t stop i will commit a crime 

[vixipereo-blog]

Ce matin dans la rue.

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If he must find a term to define him it would be homme fatale, for witnessing this man gliding upon a sacred expanse of IMMACULATE ice, he’s sure many would concur, isn’t all that different than a d m i r i n g a primeval sin slithering his way to tantalization.

Lips curve upward in a way that underlines complacency. Knowing. Aware of the influence the other holds over the audience and the power of a performance that speaks for itself.

To think one petite, timid and cherubin-like (according to what he recalls, even his memory plays pranks more often than not) child could someday make ice thaw under his blades…

One flip landed. Now must be the turn of-

However, evaluating fellow figure skaters’ routines is not the reason why Viktor traversed 2.582 kilometers (not even bothering to warn Yakov and company) with the inseparable poodle in tow.

Lately, there’s been something bothering him. Some ephiphany has struck the recesses of his mind just a few hours after the last Grand Prix d i s i n t e r r i n g ribbons of memory he can’t yet piece together.

Common terrestrials would indeed resort to technology and communicate throught it, or in his case, rather keep ambiguous doubts for themselves or let abovementioned slip as they came.

In this case, Christophe Giacometti represents the onliest dowel at hand he can avail himself of to definitely set incovenient headaches aside.

When the scraping of steel on ice finally informs him that the training period has reached a conclusion he does not wait further advancing toward the rink fence armed with a barking Makkachin and a hand vigorously waving overhead.

“Hiiii~~~~”

And if the whole edifice hasn’t noticed his presence yet is either because they are deaf or blind.

[serenatapattinatore-blog]

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❝ Ah Madonna, ❞      He swore as his cellphone died -- and with it his google maps app and the only means of figuring out where the hell he was. A street. Somewhere. In Russia. 

Without complete certainty as to what Russian taxi drivers looked like he felt completely at a loss. Well, hopefully if he started walking at the very least he’d figure something out.

He’d been on his way for about ten minutes when a car pulled up beside it and the window rolled down to reveal a familiar face.

❝ Chris! ❞      Came the strangled exclamation.

Thank God he was saved!

[schwarzschwan-blog]

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tHA N K ,, i know they’re mcfucked up rn but they’re the same as they are on vollevoy ?? ( it’s xan bT W )

tfw you don’t realize xan is everywhere

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@trueerros

yooo i can’t message you so i just wanted to say your popups aren’t working so i can’t read your rules ;w; you need to disable ssl in your theme settings sdfjkdsa. sorry i just figured you’d wanna know---

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“Chris!” Viktor called out as he spotted his friend in the crowd and slipped among people to catch him. “Yuuri and I planned to go out to celebrate the final before we leave tomorrow. Would you want to join?”