why is no one talking about how Kevin Day speaks Japanese too and can probably watch anime with no subtitles nbd,, i mean if you think he isn’t into sports animes then you are wrong because he has secretly seen every episode of Yuri On Ice, i bet he even works out with his earphones in so he can listen to “History Maker” on repeat
No way in hell is there no sports anime about exit and no way in hell is there no character loosely modeled after Kevin and now way in fucking hell does he not follow this show religiously and tweets @ the creators in fluent Japanese with his thoughts on every episode which they absolutely retweet every single time.
“no, Nicky, of course the show isnt about me?? Look, it’s about this guy named kyle?? And he’s trying to beat his arch rival Ricky, see,, they used to be best friends but Ricky was holding Kyle back so Kyle switched teams. No, nicky, nooo,, Kyle isn’t even like me at all!! Look, see?? Our tattoos aren’t even the same???”
“Sure, kevin”
Listen I see your tags but I raise you: Kevin is far too aware of his own image (and the creators are nowhere near subtle enought) for him to not understand that it’s supposed to be him and Riko but he watches it anyway because there’s nothing quite as entertaining as seeing Tetsuji “emotions are for the weak” Moriyama’s calm but intimidating demeanor be overdramaticized beyond all reason or comedic effect.
They make a second season about Neil’s freshman year rivalry between the Foxes and the Ravens and Kevin ropes the entire team into watching it with him and they make elaborate drinking games for every episode. Do not think that the Foxes wouldn’t hold the actions of anime characters against their real-life counterparts. They would. Kevin films it all. This is what power feels like.
I can’t believe there are 19th century Victuuri AUs that don’t involve Victor having to retire to a fainting couch multiple times a day over Yuuri just…existing. Chris keeps smelling salts on hand for his oh so delicate friend.
“Oh dear, did poor Mr. Nikiforov fall ill again? Whatever could have happened?”
“I understand that Mr. Katsuki smiled in his direction and Mr. Nikiforov fell into a swoon.”
“Good heavens!”
Yuuri, writing in his journal that evening:
“I had thought I looked well in my new blue waistcoat, but upon seeing me in it, Mr Nikiforov swooned from what was no doubt dismayed shock, so I suppose not.”
Further entries in Yuuri’s journal: “I went calling upon Mr. Nikiforov today, who seems to be recovering from his illness. We took a most pleasant walk around his estate, but when the terrain became uneven, I was perhaps too bold and offered Mr. Nikiforov my hand, which caused him to develop a case of the vapors! I tried to offer my handkerchief as he was perspiring most profusely, but his knees gave out and he collapsed to the ground! Is my presence truly so offensive to him?”
Victor, relating the incident to Chris:
“When he suggested a walk about the grounds, I thought perhaps he might propose! Alas, he did not. But our hands touched! His perfect skin brushed mine; I almost died right there! And then he offered me his handkerchief!! It smelled so divine, I fell to my knees in worship.”
While Mr. Giacometti and Mr. Chulanont appear to be ardent supporters of the the match, young Mr. Plisetsky has condemned both Mr. Katsuki and Mr. Nikiforov as an utter disgrace and their behavior the height of impropriety. His opinion of Mr. Katsuki is particularly unfavorable, but his judgement is perhaps colored by the unfortunate affair in which Mr. Katsuki became inebriated at a ball and challenged Mr. Plisetsky to test their skills against one another in the subject of dancing, to which Mr. Katsuki soundly defeated the youth.
Vicchan’s ghost @ Victor Nikiforov: Remember bitch, I WAS the original Victor Katsuki. Never forget-
He doesn’t remember inviting me to his house and begging me to be his coach. He doesn’t remember dancing with me and grinding on my four thousand dollar suit in a room full of stuffy uptight strangers and sweeping me off my feet and spraying himself in champagne while standing on Chris’ powerful inner thighs for the camera. We had such a good night I thought we really connected and all this time that he has been thinking the first time we spoke was when I showed up to his house unannounced with all of my stuff and my dog. I was throwing myself at him. I wanted him to see I could be fun and sexy too. I thought the reason he never tried to contact me after that was because he realized what a boring prude I am. Oh my god he probably thought I was a creep. Oh my GOD he probably thought I was some kind of fake flirty airhead. And a gross pervert for making him dance Eros. How did he not throw me out? And I was so pissed when he kept turning me down after everything at the banquet. He acted like he had never spoken to me before because he thought he HADN’T. And I was too embarrassed to ask what made him change his mind about me. This is unbelievable. I’m an idiot. I’m a huge idiot. But I’m an idiot wearing his ring somehow. Fuck.
Nothing but My Aching Soul 