So my year so far is a success. I don’t care what else happens for the rest of it, the beginning was super successful.
After Yuri On Ice ended, I realised I had friends who shared their names with the main characters, and as a result decided I needed to convince said friends to watch it despite the fact that neither of them have ever had any interest in anime in general. Uri is now almost at the end of the series but has said almost nothing, Viktor has watched two episodes and won’t shut up. So I decided to share some of what Viktor said because I for one find it hilarious (in order of when I remembered the exchanges)
“So Yuuri’s reaction to being told a naked, attractive foreigner who might be his idol, I think, was in the family steam bath naked, was to run to the steam bath to watch him be naked?”
Upon first seeing Yuri Plisetsky: “Oh my god, did you see him slink around that corner? That was so graceful! Like a cat! OR AN ASSASSIN!”
“Are we in Russia? We’re in Russia.” Later: “Is it the norm in…what the hell country are we in?”
“Everyone’s just yelling at Yuuri in public places.”
“They don’t need much to hide Viktor’s doodle, do they?”
“The ballerina teacher scares me. She’s too happy.”
About Yurio: “Ball of anger. Skating ball of anger. He’s a Skating Ball of Anger. On ice.”
Viktor: “So Yuri’s whole plan was to go to Japan and scream Viktor’s name? He knew he was at the Hatetsu Ninja House. Why didn’t he just go to the Hatetsu ninja house and go from there like ‘Where the fuck is Viktor?” Henry (Viktor’s friend): “Maybe he didn’t know where the Hatetsu ninja house is.” Viktor: “Then he should grab some random Japanese person and go from there like “Where the fuck is Hatetsu Ice Ninja House?!”
To the tune of the Carmen Sandiego theme: “Where in the world is Viktor Nikiforov?” And “Where in the world is Yuri Plisetsky’s parents?”
“This 15-year-old goes to Japan without telling anyone and the only one who cares is his skating coach.”
“Old man skating coach is going to have an aneurysm dealing with these…RUSSIAN PUNKS!” *Inane giggling*
“Hahaha, Russian punk…what a dumb nickname.”
“Viktor gave Yuuri the sexy music because he wants to bone him. And the 15-year-old got the other music because 15-year-olds doing sexy dancing? Ew, no.”
Viktor: “Why is Viktor naked?” Henry: “Because he’s in an onsen. You wouldn’t go to a public bath fully clothed.” Viktor: “…I might…”
Viktor: “Yuri is definitely the hangry type.” Me: “I dunno, I think he’s just angry.” Viktor: “Or maybe he was really hungry when he kicked that bathroom door.”
“Honestly, doesn’t he know how rude it is to interrupt someone when they’re having a bathroom cry?”
“Drop-kicking someone in the face is a national greeting in Russia.”
Viktor, about the triplets: “Oh god, what the fuck are those?” Me (being a hypocrite because I keep calling them gremlins): “Children.” Viktor: “…Ew, children. Children, ew.”
“Ew, people. Ew, press conference. Ew, Viktor Nikiforov.”
In a Batman voice (While physically shaking Henry): “WHERE IS VIKTOR NIKIFOROV? WHERE IS HE?!”
About Christophe, during the credits: “I have found best character.”
“Why is he eating victory food when he hasn’t victoried?”
About Georgi: “Who’s this guy standing like he’s the hottest man alive?” *Silence* “He’s probably the hottest man alive.”
There’s a couple here cosplaying as Altean Lance + Galra Keith and they look soooo good and let me take pics of them kissing???? Also I met another Keith (canon design) who was. So cute. Sososo cute. And they watched me caption my selfie w them as “FOUND THE BAE” and they laughed??? I’m so deaddddd
Getting in touch with your guardians and/or guides
believe most all people have natural guardian and/or guide spirits,
which aid them in life. You may not be aware of your spirits, but
they are almost always with you, sending you subtle messages and
organizing things for you to help life go your way. If you ever feel
that things just always work out for you, or you catch a lot of lucky
breaks, that could be your spirits working on your behalf. On the
other hand if you feel that nothing ever goes your way and life is
out to get you, there could be a problem with the spirits that are
intended to aid you.
people believe everyone has spirits to aid them. I don’t believe
everyone does, because I have met people without them. There also
exists lore that a person can offend their spirits to the point where
the spirits abandon them entirely. From my own experience, when
someone does not have spirits around them, it is for an unusual
magical reason and this can often be remedied by help from a witch,
shaman, or spirit-worker.
you very likely have guides around you right now. Meeting them is
easy and does not require any kind of spirit summoning or
you use a pendulum and/or a spirit board, have those with you.
Otherwise do things the old fashion way and just contact your guides
that ‘visualization’ basically means 'magical imagining’. Your
imagination is a powerful cauldron of magical potential. When you
contact spirits it may easily seem like you are just making them up,
but have faith in yourself and faith in them.
or lie down in a relaxed state. Imagine a large door before you. Note
what color it is and what style it is. Say to yourself, “beyond
this door is the World Tree.”
the door and observe a massive tree standing before you. It’s trunk
is the size of a city block, it’s roots are as tall as houses. Within
the roots of the tree you notice small doorways much like the one you
passed through. Think to yourself that you would like to find a room
where you can meet your benevolent and helpful spirit allies. A
single door will stand out to you. Note it’s color and design, and
walk to it. Open the door and pass through.
will find yourself in a certain location. This will be where your
spirit companions feel most comfortable. This could be a cathedral, a
cozy cottage, a forest, or a sunny field. Many times I open this door
to find blackness, which indicates to me that my guides do not care
where they manifest. Observe this location.
close you will see your guardian or guide. There may be more than one
that appear to you at this time. At first your imagination may become
confused and project several different appearances on to your guide,
but don’t force anything. Relax and see what comes to you. Remember
that your spirits may be in human, animal, plant, insect, mineral,
elemental, or mythical form. Do not expect to see a creature that you
have a spiritual connection with, as these will not necessarily be
your guide spirits. Note what this spirit looks like.
you have met, try talking to it. Think or speak your questions and
wait for something to come to you – words, images, thoughts,
feelings, sounds. A list of questions you can ask is [here].
you are done, exit back through the root door. Walk back to the
original door you came through, exit it, and close and lock it firmly
behind you. Wake yourself up from your trance state with food, water,
and mundane activities.
do not always have to use the world tree visualization to contact
your guides. I simply think the names of my companions and I am
connected to them, able to communicate mentally.
I was so excited to get off work and go home to celebrate my 1 year with my boyfriend Tucker. It’s been the best year of my life. Yeah, we’ve had out ups and downs but I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
The one thing I wished was better in my relationship was that I wish Tucker and my friends got along better. I worked in a studio and ended up meeting my best friends, Jack and Jack who I also met Sammy, and Nate through them about 2 years ago. After a few sessions the boys had become my best friends.
They hated Tucker though. They constantly ripped on me for being with him. At first, it was joking stuff, their overprotective side coming out. Stuff like ‘you’re with that douche?’ or ‘he’s a loser’ or something dumb like that. But lately it was a lot harsher. Like ‘you could do so much better’ or ‘why are you still with him’ and more stuff along the lines of us needing to break up.
So it was hard to balance my friends relationship and my actual relationship plus work. But tonight was supposed to be just me and Tucker, especially since he had an early flight tomorrow morning for a business trip. So we were supposed to have a nice romantic night.
It was a rather slow day at work. Only having two sessions, both ending earlier than I had expected I was off work at around 2, when I would usually get off around 5. I was practically jumping in the car the whole ride home, ecstatic to go home and see Tucker.
Parking in the driveway next to Tuckers pick up, I made my way up the walk. Entering our shared house, it was pretty quiet, so I figured Tucker was sleeping, he loved naps. Smiling at the thought of waking him up, I set my stuff down by the door and walked up the stairs towards our bedroom. Getting closer I heard moans, figuring Tucker was just being a guy and getting himself off.
I opened the door quietly, wanting to surprise Tucker, but my heart stopped. There was Tucker, naked in bed with some girl on top of him. His eyes closed, so he hadn’t seen me, and the girls back to me so she didn’t know either.
“oh fuck baby” Tucker grunted, his head thrown back, his hands on the girls ass, guiding her on him.
“mmmmm, fuck, right there.” she moaned out as Tucker held her hips up and started pounding into her.
Finally finding my voice I finally stutter out “T-Tucker?” I gasp.
His eyes bolted open and he looked at me, his face pale, as if he had just seen a ghost. He stopped his movements. The girl turned and looked at me and I wanted to scream. She looked no older than 17. Tucker was fucking 24, I thought he was more mature, but clearly not.
She quickly scrambled off him, covering herself with the sheet, laying on my side of the bed and looking at Tucker and then at me, she seemed scared.
“baby, it’s not what it looks like” Tucker spoke, getting up and putting his boxers on, walking towards me.
“don’t” I muttered, tears threatening to fall out.
“baby please.” he spoke, reaching out to touch me, resting his hand on my shoulder.
“don’t fucking touch me.” I snapped, Tucker removing his hand and looking at me with soft eyes.
“please, baby, let me explain.” he spoke.
“no, let me.” I said, taking a deep breath. “I’m done.” and with that I turned and headed down the stairs, hearing Tucker talk to the girl, something like ‘I’ll be right back baby’ or something similar. Was he fucking serious?
By the time he finally made it down the stairs I was by the front door, grabbing my keys and bags.
“baby, wait” he called out. I snapped around, hand on the doorknob.
“don’t Tucker.” I snarled. “don’t you dare fucking ‘baby’ me. I’m done.” I spoke, opening the door and heading out, catching myself before I left completely. I looked at Tucker and he looked hopeful, that I had changed my mind and was coming back.
“how long?” I asked, barely above a whisper, avoiding his eyes.
“(y/n)” he sighed.
“how fucking long?” I said louder and more firm, closing my eyes bracing myself for what he was about to say.
“6 months.” he sighed, and with that I slammed the door and got in my car, driving to the boys’ house. I knew one of them would be home. I cried the whole way there. How could I have been so dumb? 6 months, how could I have not picked up on any hints.
Arriving at the boys’ house, I dried my tears, not that it helped much. My eyes were puffy, make up smeared. It was obvious I had been crying. I cleaned it off as best I could and got out of my car. I could already hear laughter from inside.
Taking a deep breath, I rang the doorbell, the laughter dying down. I heard a voice I though sounded like Sammy, but was proven wrong when the door opened and revealed G. The smile on his face falling when he noticed how bad I looked. Immediately taking me into his arms, wrapping around me tightly as I buried my head in his chest, the tears coming back.
We must have stood there for a while, me silently sobbing into his chest, because I heard a few footsteps, and then a voice.
“yo G, who wa-oh shit (y/n)?”
I turned and sniffed before seeing Sammy. His face softened when we made eye contact. He opened his arms and I ran out of G’s and into Sammy’s. He engulfed me, rubbing my back whispering “it’s okay” in my ear softly.
We all walked back into the living room. All the laughter and the conversation stopped as Sammy and I sat down on the couch, still close to his side.
“(y/n), babe, what’s wrong?” G asked.
“T-Tucker, he-he cheated on me.” I stuttered out. I turned my head into Sammy’s chest again, who rubbed my back.
The stairs creaked, everyone looking to see Swazz and Johnson walking down the steps.
“woah, what happened?” Swazz asked.
“(y/n) found out Tucker cheated on her.” Sammy spoke, and I choked a bit. It hurt so bad to hear someone else say it.
“oh, you guys finally told her?” I heard Swazz ask, which made me look up. All the boys faces were pale white. I sniffed and sat up a bit.
“what do you mean ‘finally told me’” I saked, looking at Swazz, then the rest of the boys, who wouldn’t look at me. I got out of Sammy’s grip and stood up, looking at all the boys.
“you knew?” I asked, looking at all the boys, no one saying anything.
“YOU FUCKING KNEW?!” I yelled. “ANSWER ME” I sobbed when no one said anything. It was silent, and tears were threatening to spill out.
“yes.” Nate finally whispered. I looked at him, leaning on his elbows sitting on the couch. His face down, his hands clamped together.
And that felt worse than finding Tucker with another girl. My best fucking friends knew, and didn’t tell me. This was the biggest stab in the back.
“un-fucking-believable” I muttered, storming out of the house. I had no idea where I was going. I couldn’t go home cause that’s where Tucker was. And I couldn’t stay at the boys’ or else I would probably end up stabbing all of them.
I just got in my car and started driving, the tears coming back. My boyfriend was cheating on me, and my friends knew and didn’t bother to tell me. Life was just against me today.
I drove all the way to the beach. Not a far drive, just a short 20 minutes. But it helped me think. I got out of my car, carrying my blanket and went right down by the shore line, a few feet back so my blanket wouldn’t get soaked, and sat down, staring out at the ocean.
The only sounds were of the birds, and the sound of the waves crashing. I watched the sunset, and played with my feet in the sand.
I must have been out here for an hour or two by now. Finally stopped crying. I was just kinda, emotionless.
“(y/n)?” you heard from behind you. Startling you, you turned around to see a sad faced Nate.
“leave me alone, please.” I sighed, looking back out at the ocean.
But Nate didn’t listen. He in fact did the complete opposite. He sat down right next to me on the blanket, scrunching his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them, looking out at the ocean as well.
Both of us just sat in silence, listening to everything going on around us.
“(y/n)” he spoke out next to me, but I didn’t reply.
“please, (y/n), talk to me.” he spoke, reaching out and placing a hand on my thigh.
“talk to you?” I said sarcastically. “like how you guys talked to me about how my boyfriend was cheating on me” I scoffed.
“okay. I deserve that. (y/n), don’t be mad at the guys. If you’re gonna be mad at anyone, be mad at me.”
“trust me Nate, I am.”
“No Nate.” I spoke, turning to look at him for the first time. “You’re my best friend. You know that.” and it was true, out of all the boys, Nate and I were the closest. “and the fact that you all knew, and no one bothered to tell me, that hurts. And it hurts more knowing that even my best friend didn’t tell me.” I spoke, a single tear sliding down my cheek.
Nate reached over and wiped it away with his thumb, but I also pulled back a bit, looking away.
“(y/n), I’m sorry. I should have told you when I found out. And I’m so sorry I didn’t.”
“why?” I whispered out. “why wouldn’t you tell me?”
“I wanted too. So badly (y/n) I really did. You have to believe me. But, you just seemed so happy with him.”
“how long have you known?”
“just for a few months now. I swear, I told him. I fucking told him to end it before anything got worse.” Nate muttered.
“what are you talking about?” I asked, looking over at Nate.
He took a deep breath, looking out at the ocean before he talked. “I saw him about 3 months ago, out with some girl. They were all over each other, and I was ready to kill him. I almost did. He said that it wasn’t a serious thing. He said he was only going out with her ‘right now’ because she didn’t get the hint to leave the morning after.”
“and I went home and told the guys about it, and they told me to not mention anything to you, thinking he would actually call it off. But then the boys started seeing them around, and we all thought you should know. And the guys, they thought I should be the one to tell you, and I wanted to. I really did. But I couldn’t. You were so happy, and that’s all I want for you. Like, I just want you to be happy.” Nate sighed, not looking at me.
I sniffed, tears filling my eyes.
“oh shit-no don’t cry.” Nate spoke, turning and looking at me, pulling me into his chest.
“Nate. She can’t be any older than 17.” I sniffed in his chest.
“(y/n), don’t. Don’t make yourself more miserable by thinking about it.”
“no Nate. Obviously I wasn’t a good enough girlfriend for him to just sneak around with some 17 year old. And I mean, clearly it’s for sex, I can’t imagine Tucker and her going on dates, or having anything to talk about, or him taking him over to see his parents. I must not have been good enough in bed if he had to go shag up with some fucking teenager.” I choked out, in between sobs and sniffles.
“(y/n) you’re being ridiculous.”
I looked sideways at Nate.
“Tucker’s an idiot. Any guy would be lucky to have you. You’re fucking beautiful. And you’re smart, and funny. You have so much talent and heart. You’ve got a killer body. God your curves drive me crazy ma.” he laughed a bit.
“And I can only imagine what you can do in the bedroom. Tucker’s a fucking idiot for leaving such a fucking goddess for some scrawny little 17 year old skank. He lost the most amazing girl in the world who spreads nothing but positivity and good vibes.” Nate spoke, holding my face in his hands so we were staring into each others eyes. “he has no idea what he’s just thrown away. You’re worth so much more than he made you believe.” Nate whispered, our faces extremely close.
Looking into each others eyes, everything seemed to stop in the world. It didn’t seem like anyone else was around.
We started to both lean in, our lips nearly touching.
“(y/n), I really wanna kiss you, but I don’t wanna be a rebound.”
“uh, yeah. you’re probably right.” I muttered, pulling back and looking back out at the ocean. I can’t believe I almost kissed my best friend, but he rejected me even. Sure it was in the moment, but still.
“fuck it.” I heard Nate mumble, and turned to look at him, only to be met with his hands grabbing my face and smashing his lips to mine.
“I’m getting hives at just the THOUGHT of the heteronormativity I simply do not have the ability to deal with right now” is definitely a good reason to not be able to make my cousin’s baby shower right?
Did I tell y’all about how my then-bf-now-husband and I and another friend all went on a study abroad to India together?
It was amazing. We lived in a local neighborhood, not student/university housing, and a huge focus on the program was becoming part of the local community and learning about the culture and language. We also designed our own research projects and conducted field study. My boy and I teamed up so we could gather more data, since we were interested in the same thing. We studied the interplay of culture, development, and local city slums. He focused on culture, I focused on past development efforts and why they failed.
It was seriously the best 4 months of my life, I learned so much, had such a great time, met amazing people, and I miss it so much.
Have some pictures!
Me the first time I met a cow (I love cows, but am also terrified of them in person)
Siddhu, the son of our lead house staff members Durga and Raju:
The first slum area where we did the first part of our interviews, and our gracious hosts:
This was Water Day. This section of the city only got water piped in 2 or 3 times a week, so they collect it in any container possible to last for the next few days.
“The Girls,” our program staff who kept us from dying and made the house run smoothly:
Left to right, we have Gowri, Durga, and Sailu. In the back is one of our translators, Naresh.
Here is the bane of our existence, the “uduta,” or squirrel:
They chirp. Incessantly. And one had made a nest in the window of my friend’s room, and she was terrified of rodents. Gowri took a broom to the nest more than once, but they just kept coming back. And chirping. Loudly.
This day we got to go to a free med clinic in a rural village with the local Mahdi Bagh. The kids in the village hung out with us all day, practicing their english and helping us practice our Telugu, and they taught us their “secret friend handshake, means we are friends”:
The girls also loved teaching us how to wear saris, which was kind of hard for me because I’m very body conscious. But Gowri was so sweet, helped me pick out my first sari material, took me to the tailor, got the blouse made, and helped me learn to fold it. She knew how self-conscious I was, and let me take my time. Eventually I got to be ok with wearing it, and she was so proud of me for wearing one in public, she took us to the mall to try on some expensive sari jewelry. Didn’t buy it, tho the girls tried to get me to treat myself. (The guy in the back glaring is the manager, who was hearing our convo about me buying it and was displeased that I didn’t plan on doing so. The girls and the attendants in the store told him to be quiet because nobody ever tried on the jewelry so he should at least be glad for that, so he made that face. XD)
But yeah, I have a billion more pics and a ton more stories, it was so awesome!
Is it weird that I just really want some kind of event where us Tolkien trashlings go like, camping in the woods for a weekend? We could dress up like it was a convention, and pick Elvish/Dwarvish/whatever names and do silly/awesome things like practice archery and sing Elvish songs around a campfire and stargaze like we were LARPing, but it would be really chill instead and we could have lengthy discussions about barduil and bagginshield and trade crafts and go hiking and it would be so much cheaper than a convention- like, we could rent a cabin as our base camp, but then we could pitch tents outside and sleep under the stars
like… is this something other fans would want to do???
edit: I’m gonna do the thing. Follow me here for information and updates if you’re interested!