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PLEASE REMEMBER THAT YUURI ALREADY HAS THE FOLLOWING ABILITIES BEFORE VIKTOR COACHED HIM:

1. His musicality and artistry. It was noted both by Yuuri (himself) and Viktor that his PCS score often makes up for his TES. Considering his background with dancing, this should be a given. Add the fact that he prefers ballet for his training off ice (EP2 & EP3), plenty of credits should be given to Minako.

2. His amazing spins and step sequences. Yuri noticed that during the GPF in Sochi. Obviously, Celestino is his coach at that time. He probably learned those fancy footwork from him or another before going to the US.

3. He can land a TRIPLE AXEL consistently. Axel is the most difficult jump but Minami and the skating commentators in the series have implied that the triple axel is one of Yuuri’s signature moves. Minami kept waxing poetic about it and, fanboy that he is, trained hard to be able to execute it (EP5). Commentators have mentioned that the triple axel is ”one of his [Yuuri’s] favorites” (EP7). They wouldn’t say that if Yuuri is crap at it. They will only take note of it if Yuuri had been consistently excellent at it… which he is. If you watch his skating programs in the series again, you’ll see that Yuuri flubbed the triple axel only twice: in Sochi (the still image flashback) & in the Cup of China FS. The rest, both in his SP and FS, were perfect.

Now, sorry for being so whiny about this but I’ve developed a pet peeve turned berserk button with this after seeing too many fics that constantly undermines Yuuri’s skating abilities by writing him as incapable of landing triples before Viktor AND/OR when Viktor is absent (which is infinitely worse). I had to let this out:

Yuuri is not that helpless. If he’s that piss poor with triple jumps, then he would have never made it into the GPF in Sochi. Also, Celestino would have been a terrible coach if he didn’t train Yuuri to land triples. Obviously, the man is not a terrible coach since he managed to take Yuuri AND Phichit all the way to the GPF. Lastly, Yuuri is a prideful person so if he couldn’t land triples, then he would have trained day in and day out to perfect them because he would never dare show his face to the world if he’s so bad at it. So stop crediting Viktor with Yuuri’s ability to land triple jumps. He’s not responsible for them.

4. He can do a quad toe loop. He had to learn and use at least one damn quad to have reached GPF Sochi. From his scores, we can guess that he landed it better too compared with his triples despite being mentally & emotionally compromised as well. Kudos to Celestino’s training.

CONCLUSION: Yuuri is not a shitty skater before Viktor AND when Viktor is absent. All of Yuuri’s skills should not be attributed to Viktor’s coaching AND  presence alone because Minako, Celestino, and others helped him with some of those. Most importantly, YUURI WORKED FUCKING HARD FOR ALL OF HIS ABILITIES. Giving Viktor, and only Viktor, full credits for that reduces his agency and relationships with other characters.

i know i’m supposed to educate, educate, educate. that nonviolence and pleading and praying and explaining until my tongue turns numb is the face of activism as it stands. that my rage would deny my message. that lashing out would invalidate my pain. that if i step out of line those who “would have” listened are suddenly against me. 

“congrats,” he says on facebook, “i was an ally. i see now that gay people are just as awful as everyone said. hope you burn in hell.” 

he’s replying to a comment that said “straight people are crazy”. 

we kneel, we’re disrespectful. we rally, we’re rioting. we speak out and we’re sent death threats. it’s very tiring to always have to be quiet. it’s very tiring when they like you being quiet, because it makes it easy for you to be ignored. i’m just a voice on the internet, what do i know about anything? just the other day a man sent me a message telling me i was “a bullying selfish bitch”. i mean a personal direct message that was hostile and invasive. 

that’s the thing. i’m supposed to turn the other cheek. that i take literal violence against me and my kind and make the best of it. please don’t hit me. please don’t kill me. if i shout you down, i’m asking for it. i don’t know. i’ve been abused before. maybe that’s why it’s not unfamiliar as an idea. the fist comes down if i ask too loudly. when i’m complaining i’m whining. that the best way to my abuser’s heart is just to be good and kind and get out by living. 

the thing is that there’s no changing an abuser. they only realize they’re abusive when another person they respect tells them it’s true. my voice means nothing to them until then. i’m just tired. i’m tired of every single post begging for people to listen, and every single person who ignores it. i’m tired. i’m tired. the people who are against me aren’t here to be educated, they’re not here to debate in gentle terms, they’re here to destroy me. 

how do i get it back. how do i believe in other people again. how do i learn how to sit quietly and do my best. how do i change the minds of people who question if i’m even a person. and why is that my job. 

“male tears?” he writes, “fuck women. what have men ever done to you? i hope a man puts you in your place one day.”

You know what? Fuck it. I’m sick of sitting passively by, listening to people ask “how do you know if you’ve never tried?” and tell me that no-one cares while you sit there with a shit-eating grin and say “this is a great debate we should do this more often”. A debate? My sexuality is a debate?! Fuck you. Telling me that I bring up great points when I’m giving you facts and you ask stupid fucking questions that I hear all the time is not a debate. It’s a chore.

And how DARE you? How dare you say to me that I need to be fixed, that I can be cured if only I could “find the right somebody”. “How do you know if you’ve never tried?” you ask me as though I haven’t tried. You assume I haven’t?

I destroyed great friendships because I tried to convince myself I had a crush on them. I tore myself apart in so many ways because I tried to tell myself that there was someone out there just for me. My life has been a living hell because I TRIED. Every goddamn fucking day, I’ve tried. And then you ask why I’m angry??

Fuck you. Of course I’m angry!! I’ve been sold this idea of love and romance and sex being the be all and end all of the universe every goddamn day of my life. Every single fucking thing I’ve watched, read, listened to - about him or about her. About how True Love saves the day. How they only live happily ever after when they’re married and riding off into the sunset staring longingly into each other’s eyes. And then I’m forced to endure sex scenes and romances that are so out of place that it jars me out of the narrative so utterly and completely while everyone else applauds and nods and agrees “Yes, they are so in love”. Then they point at a background character who hasn’t even got a goDDAMN FUCKING NAME and tell me “Look! There’s your representation! Be happy!!!” all the while writing fanfiction about that character passionately fucking another character because #OTP #loveislove

FUCK. YOU. Of course I’m going to be absolutely fucking livid! You give me representation and then take it away all in the same breath! I watch as characters who are asexual are cured of their medical condition and suddenly they are not asexual anymore! I watch as characters that have never expressed any interest in romance - who have been around 60, 70, over 100 fucking years!!! - are paired off in heterosexual relationships (as though there aren’t enough of them around). Characters who are made canonically asexual and then a couple of years later, a new writer doesn’t agree with that and rewrites the entire canon so the audience can relate to them more (as though they weren’t a fan favourite already). Characters who are made the butt of jokes, characters who are placed in the same bracket as incest, characters who we are very clearly meant to hate.

And if the canon doesn’t fuck them over, the fandom sure fucking does.

Pages and pages and pages of fanart and fanfiction all dedicated to shipping my representation with other characters, while I’m shoved aside and told “it doesn’t matter. It’s not a big deal, there’s no need to yell”.

No need to yell? And yet you’ll start entire so-called ‘fandom wars’ over Shiro/Keith and Keith/Lance? You’ll yell and get angry and start a riot when gay characters are made straight and I’m not allowed to do the same for asexual characters? How DARE you.

How very fucking dare you?

I am made to endure and put up with all this shit and then - on top of all of that - then you have the audacity to tell us we are not welcome in your safe spaces, that we don’t exist, that we’re seeking attention (because bringing attention to a sexuality is such a bad thing, right?). I have to sit and listen to you as you describe us as aliens - as emotionless, unfeeling robots. You tell us we are as far removed from human as you can get. I have been told that I’m not right, I’m broken, I’ll never be understood and nor should I be. I spent years telling myself those very same things before I even came across the word asexual, piling on depression and anxiety and loneliness. I don’t need someone who doesn’t even take the time to try to understand to tell me that I must have a medical condition or that I was sexually abused as a child or that I just need to “give it a chance”. I don’t need people telling me that “it sucks” that I’m aroace, that I’m “not normal”, or asking me what I’ll do when I’m old and have no-one to look after me. I don’t need it. I don’t.

I’m already told all this in a hundred thousand different ways every day when I walk outside and see a billboard featuring another ‘sex sells’ advert. Every day, when I watch TV and see yet another out of place romance. Every day, when I walk into a shop and a love song is playing over the speakers.

Fuck you.

“How do you know if you’ve never tried?” How do YOU know?

I’ve had people ask me “isn’t it lonely?” They ask me how I’ll ever feel fulfilled if I never experience love and when I point at my friends, they laugh and say “no, I mean romantically” as if the way I love isn’t valid. Why is romance so much more fulfilling than platonic? “It just is,” they’ll reply as though that explains everything. It doesn’t.

They tell me how love is so amazing and great and then in the next sentence moan about their significant other or cry about how heartbroken, how depressed they are because their boyfriend/girlfriend broke up with them. “I’ll never love anyone ever again, I guess that makes me asexual” they say as they chat up their next partner and I grit my teeth and smile and nod because I’ll never understand so how can I judge?

So fuck you. I’m not going to just sit here and let you tell me that my representation doesn’t matter. Not when it took me 17 years to finally find asexuality. Not when it took others far longer. And definitely not when some go their whole life feeling broken or force themselves to do things they don’t want to just to try to fit in. We exist whether you understand us or not and we need our representation too.

Can Lena Dunham just like, go away? Like I'm not saying die or anything but maybe just like stay in her house for a while? Read some books, contemplate life choices, maybe even learn something about the issues she tries to talk about…

Twitter:Amber Heard just donated 3,5 mil to the ACLU and Johnny Depp is bankrup isn’t that amazing?

Reality:Amber Heard hasn’t even received half of the settlement,only about 1 million.Johnny Depp ISN’T bankrupt,he has a cash flow problem but still has 75 mil or more invested in property and othe things.He has a 5 movie deal,Pirates 5 ,a new franchise plus other small movies.

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