It’s so easy to forget with all of the drama that keeps creeping up in this fandom, but I am here for these two people and the show that we all love, as I know many of you are too. In a little over a month, they’ll begin filming the 11th season of The X-Files. Let’s not forget how truly blessed we are to be receiving this gift. I am beyond excited, as excited as I was the day we found out that a new season was finally happening. Let’s enjoy this time instead of making it miserable. Let’s remember why we’re all here in the first place, and let’s enjoy the wonderful friendships that have been made along with the way. We have so much to be thankful for, and it’s time that we put things back into perspective again.
Hello cuties! recently i’ve reached a lovely follower goal and I dont know what else to say other than a big big thank you! i know my blog style has changed a lot and i just wanted to say thank you so so so much for everyone who has stuck with me and my blog until now!I’ve been able to talk with so many nice and talented people from around the world, and even though I don’t talk to each one of you, I probably would love to if I wasn’t that bad at starting/keeping conversations :// But in all honesty Its so crazy to see this trash/mess blog that i created 5 years ago just for funsies getting so much love and support from all of you! ♡
Do you ever develop like friend crushes??
Like it’s all completely platonic but you’re just like damn you’re gorgeous and beautiful and sweet and I just never ever want to stop talking to you literally ever
You know, had you told me ten years ago that in 2017, out of the two book series I loved when I was a kid, Captain Underpants would at this moment have more good will and nostalgia for it than Harry Potter, I wouldn’t have believed you.
And yet, here we are. Tho, part of that is how Rowling threw so much goodwill in the trash as the years went on…
There definitely aren't enough sick viktor fics!!! Can I request one where he is sick but he and yuuri actually have a day off and he doesn't want to back out of their plans so he carries on and then regrets it when his body finally can't take any more
WARNING: descriptions of vomit below
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okay, you’ve been warned! i hope you enjoy the fic ^_^
Yuuri Katsuki and Viktor Nikiforov were two very different people, but three important shared passions tied them together (outside of their love for each other, of course): skating, food, and alcohol. So when they had a rare day away from the rink, it was pretty much a given that they would spend it at a high quality restaurant, eating and drinking until they burst.
For once, though, Viktor wished that they had decided to spend their time elsewhere.
When Yuuri had suggested they try out this new Italian restaurant a couple of days ago, it had seemed like such a wonderful idea. Even now, Yuuri’s eyes were glowing in excited anticipation as he surveyed his menu, but Viktor had only peeked at his own for a moment before closing it in disgust. Yuuri looked up with a grin, and Viktor was certain that the younger man was about to say something about a dish that sounded particularly good, but instead Yuuri’s smile wavered.
“Viktor? Is something wrong?”
Viktor was hit with an acute self-loathing as he processed the fact that he was the cause of the disappointment and insecurity he heard in Yuuri’s voice. He shook his head in an attempt to rid himself of such negative thoughts, but only succeeded in causing the sharp, painful sensation behind his eyes to intensify. A wave of dizziness hit him, and Viktor knew he was taking too long to answer, but another moment passed before he was able to offer any sort of coherent response.
“No, nothing’s wrong, Yuuri,” Viktor replied, hoping his fiancé couldn’t hear the strain in his voice caused by his efforts to stop his teeth from chattering, but knowing that was unlikely. Yuuri raised his eyebrows and Viktor thought that the act was up already. Then Yuuri spoke.
“You hardly even looked at your menu!” He said indignantly. “Do you already know what you’re going to order?”
Viktor shrugged, suppressing a sigh of relief and the urge to release a nauseous belch at the same time. “I’ll just get what you get,” he explained. Yuuri still wasn’t having it.
“You can’t do that! You should get something different, so that we can try more things! Isn’t that what we usually do?” Yuuri’s tone was light, but Viktor thought he sensed a bit of real anxiety underlying his words. Anxiety and insecurities. Knowing Yuuri as well as he did, Viktor knew that his fiancé had probably jumped to conclusions and thought Viktor’s disinterest towards the food equated to disinterest towards Yuuri himself. Viktor managed a soft smile.
“You order for me, Yuuri, whatever you want to try the most,” he said.
“But I want you to like-”
“Yuuri,” Viktor interrupted as sternly as he could with his rolling stomach. It seemed to do the trick, because and the younger man blinked and fell silent. “How could I possibly justify spending time looking at the menu when I could instead be looking at your beautiful face?”
As expected, Yuuri blushed madly at this and ducked his head behind his own menu. “Viktor! That’s too much,” he mumbled, tripping over his words a bit. Then he sighed. “Fine, but if you don’t like it, you can’t blame me.”
“When have I ever turned down food?” Viktor asked. “I’ll like it.”
And yet, when their food arrived 20 minutes later, Viktor regretted his decision. The smell of their food was so strong, he could hardly keep his stomach in place as it was, let alone take a bite. Yuuri peered at him carefully, once more suspicious upon noticing Viktor’s complete lack of enthusiasm.
“Viktor? Aren’t you hungry?”
Viktor started to stand, opening his mouth to explain that he needed the bathroom, but instead of words, a strangled noise left his mouth. He clamped it shut as acid burned his throat, but it was already too late. Viktor couldn’t move from where he stood. So he remained, hunched over, leaning heavily against the table with one hand and covering his mouth with the other, until a belch tore out of him, and with it a projectile stream of puke. Viktor vaguely heard Yuuri gasp before he was being sick again.
For minutes on end, Viktor couldn’t stop puking. Yuuri murmured words, like “it’s okay” and “you’ll feel better soon” all the while, but the sick man had a hard time believing him. In his stubbornness, Viktor had managed not to make it through their dinner date as planned, but to completely ruin it.
Viktor had no energy to resist Yuuri as the younger man guided him to a bench just outside the restaurant. The fresh air allowed him to breathe a bit easier, and Viktor found himself wiping tears from his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Yuuri,” he sniffled, stifling a belch. Yuuri rubbed his back gently.
“There’s nothing to apologize for, Vitya. Are you feeling any better?”
As the restaurant door opened and closed, Viktor got another whiff of Italian food. He tried to ignore the renewed nausea and answer Yuuri but instead ended up coughing wetly.
“Shh,” Yuuri soothed. “Just breathe, sweetheart.”
“C-Can’t,” Viktor choked out. Yuuri’s hand tightened a bit on Viktor’s shoulder, but his voice remained calm and determined.
“You’re going to be fine, Viktor, I promise.”
Viktor whimpered, and then vomited again, watery bile stinging his nose and throat. He retched again, bringing up a bit more stomach acid, and then leaned back, shaking. Yuuri hugged the older man to his chest.
“I should’ve told you,” Viktor mumbled.
Yuuri hummed a bit. “Well, it’s not like I don’t understand where you’re coming from,” he said, brushing his fingers through Viktor’s hair. “I wouldn’t want to worry you if I was sick, either. But you know I don’t mind taking care of you, right?”
Viktor shuddered in Yuuri’s arms. “I love you,” he said simply.
Yuuri pressed a kiss to the top of Viktor’s head. “I love you, too,” he said. “Now let’s get you home.”
“when in distress, draw a dude in a dress” is what i always say
and man a lot of you have been mentioning me on this post and the first time i saw it i fell in love but before drawing yuuri in that dress i had to find something for viktor and lo and behold i found this on my dash
It seems like Jesse learnt that some things are not what they appear or what they are told to be.
There should be one or two more updates after this one, so I would like to thank you all again for the support, feedback, understanding and.. being here, enjoying McHanzo and the little story as a general thing :3
Wait a second - if Star Wars is in the past (”Long time ago, far, far away, etc, etc”), and we’re in the present, and Star Trek is in the future… does this mean we could have one of the Star Trek crews running into the ruins of an old jedi or sith temple or something?! Like, not even necessarily saying that that’s what it is, just a bunch of vague “The inhabitants seemed to be some sort of spiritual order,” “But also training areas for battle,” “The decayed remains of some sort of crystal-based technology” comments, just enough to have everyone flipping their shit because hell yeah, dramatic irony, we know exactly what’s going on!
Or, oooo~ running into SW civilizations, but it’s WAAAAAAAY in the future for them compared to what we’ve previously seen, so stuff is REALLY different, who knows what the Jedi Order looks like now, if it’s even still called that, like holy shit, imagine THAT first contact encounter! Imagine how much world-building you could do with both universes! Or throw in time-travel - ST LOVES time travel, and SW loves weird jedi shit (and has a fandom that loves time travel) and just- (flapping arms and uncontrollable excitement). IT WOULD JUST BE SO COOL, OKAY?!? Dang, what if Earth turned out to be some lost colony from the SW area of the galaxy and everything we thought we knew about history before a certain point turned out to be wrong, every single cryptid and fantastical being in our mythos could be based off some real species that got warped and misremembered over thousands of years of retelling like some insane game of telephone-