victor: these new costumes are nice but are they enough…. do they have enough pizzaz…. enough wow….. are they icóniquê enough??? how can i make this Better
yuuri: idk put a cape on it or smth
victor: yuuri youre a genius! youve done it again! here have my keys, go fuck your husband
another classic by the sosias painter that I actually got to see irl and cried
I found this recently, a work titled Achilles mourning the death of Patroclus by Cy Twombly which i thought was cool that they were represented in abstract art
and i know this is menelaus and patroclus but i love this one so much menelaus is a hottie
I’m always surprised there aren’t that many artworks inspired by the trojan war from neoclassical, academic or romantic artists tbh
Victor
stares unseeingly up at the ceiling trying to catch his breath and make sense
of what just happened. His brain can’t quite make sense of it no matter how
hard Victor tries to piece together how something like this could completely
blindside him to the point of leaving his breathless and unable to move.
“You okay?”
Yuuri asks, propped up on one elbow and frowning down at Victor adorably.
Sweet, sweet Yuuri who still blushes when Victor holds his hand even though
they’ve been sort of dating for almost a month now. Soft Yuuri who almost tears
up whenever he sees a really good dog, and openly cries whenever anything
remotely sad happens in movies. Attentive Yuuri who always makes sure Victor
can enjoy their dates and took him to the ballet and actually pays attention
when Victor is rambling about make up brands.
Kind and
sweet Yuuri who always lets Victor set the pace in almost everything in their relationship
and seems more than content with it.
Sweet and
shy Yuuri who just called Victor out of nowhere for a booty call and then
proceeded to give Victor the best dick of his life.
“What?”
Victor says because what.
“I’m gonna
get something to clean you up,” Yuuri says, sounding shy all over again and a
little apologetic. “And some juice.” He rolls himself off the bed and pads off.
Victor would stare at his ass but he still feels so good and well-fucked that
moving his neck sounds like too much effort.
wabi sabi 