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contents of the yoiverse figure skating fandom’s yuuri katsuki tag

kevystel:

(yuuri version of this post)

  • blurry, much-loved gifsets of tiny yuuri’s first programs in the most adorable costumes
  • the hunt for Anything yuuri ever posts on social media (the one (1) post he makes on instagram per quarter becomes the subject of frenzied discussion for days afterward)
  • highlights of phichit’s america vlogs, fully subtitled in thai and japanese by some very helpful (and dedicated) fans
  • lengthy technical & performance analysis of yuuri’s stammi vicino as compared to viktor’s world championships performance, including hypothetical scoring of yuuri’s skate
  • utter baffled delight from the legions who have been convinced yuuri and phichit were dating for the past three years
  • viktor fans who just got introduced to yuuri through viktor’s instagram, doing the internet equivalent of burying their faces in their hands and screaming (while seasoned yuuri fans pat their shoulders and go ‘we know. we know’)
  • over a dozen gifsets and beautifully coloured edits dedicated to phichit and yuuri’s friendship
  • 30-second clips of yuuri aggressively dancing to pop songs — the detroit hockey player falling in love with yuuri in the background becomes briefly famous
  • the many faces of yuuri: a carefully chosen selection
  • compilation of yuuri falling on the ice, followed by somebody else saying ‘eugh, that was in bad taste’ and the op replying ‘but he gets up so beautifully????’
  • the One Vine that’s always reblogged by people going HOLY SHIT THAT’S YUURI KATSUKI
  • side-by-side gifsets of yuuri describing himself in interviews vs yuuri in reality
    • these fall into two categories: yuuri on ice vs yuuri off ice, and something best exemplified by viktor passive-aggressively tweeting ‘🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔’ at articles calling yuuri an ‘unexceptional’ skater
  • yuurikatsukitalksaboutviktornikiforovfor10min.mp3
    • kenjirouminamitalksaboutyuurikatsukifor10min.mp3
  • the photo of yuuri boredly cleaning his glasses on viktor’s $400 burberry scarf, while viktor gazes at him in adoration and yurio looks disgusted in the background, which is in hd and composed like a renaissance painting
  • samples: #beautiful gazelle taking its first steps #a wholesome pork cutlet #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #i want to squish him into a little ball and put him inside me #OH TO BE VIKTOR #my future husband #my son #asdfhjlkhfdlkagkjlg #he’s 23? what’s his skincare routine? #TALL BOY #small boy #HE ONLY LOOKS SHORT BECAUSE HE’S ALWAYS STANDING NEXT TO VIKTOR #he’s an angel #he looks like he mains junkrat #HOW DARE YOU
  • everyone’s silent acknowledgement that they can never stan yuuri as hard as viktor nikiforov stans yuuri
  • the story of yuuri’s total stunned helplessness after someone handed him a gorgeous watercolour rendering of his lohengrin ending pose with a heartfelt ‘you inspire me!’, after which he reached into his bag and offered them a photo of viktor
  • the link to a twenty-minute post-worlds interview reaches the top of the tag mainly for yuuri’s delicious slow smirk at 17:33 after the interviewer mentions that ‘your fiancé blushes like a little boy when we talk about you’

Professor

jemejem:

In which Andrew didn’t choose Exy but still chose Neil, which meant Neil had to learn how to talk about something other than stick-ball. 

warning, mention of implied sexual assault/non-con

Lucy had not anticipated what she was dealt. 

Her first day as a sophomore brought a tone of finality to it all: it wasn’t just a year-long dream of terrible decisions and alcohol and chaos. It continued on, and so would she. 

Her first day also happened to bring Professor Andrew Minyard, five feet and blond and utterly terrifying. 

Introducing the course had started off mundane enough, until Eddie Court – an asshole she’d regretted sleeping with dearly – decided to lean over her shoulder. He never got the chance to say anything, because a pencil dotted him squarely in his forehead, so hard that a tiny droplet of blood threatened to bead. 

Everyone stared. Shocked, confused, but remaining in complete silence as they  – Lucy included – tried to remember if anyone had mentioned anything about the man, whether or not this was normal or out-of-the-ordinary behaviour. 

“Name.” He sounded bored. 

Eddie rose his fingers to brush his forehead, smearing the tiniest of droplets. He stared at his fingertips, then at Minyard, then at the pencil that had clattered on his desk. Then at Minyard again. “Eddie Court.”

“Court. Christ.” The professor said, with a palpable distaste to his tone. “I will say this once, despite having to repeat it every year, because students seem to get thicker with every new class.” His face was blank. Stone. Lucy had never heard someone utter insults with such apathy. She didn’t know whether or not to be scared or curious: Such a mask was difficult to maintain. “Shut the fuck up, or get the fuck out. Understood?”

Swearing in class. At the students. Completely against protocol. 

Lucy couldn’t help but smile. Just a little. 

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