Remus is great at figure skating.
When he was young, he used to go out skating a few days after his transformation, when he was still sore and bruised, to make the cold numb his pain. In the winter, he would skate in his family house’s backyard, on an ice surface his dad would make just for him, knowing what it meant. In the spring, summer and autumn, he would go to an indoor skating rink and hide all his scars and recent cuts under long clothing. He would skate in circles and move without purpose, just going around the rink and thinking. He used to skate only with hockey skates, but he lost them one day. It was a three days after the last full moon and he really wanted to go skating, but he couldn’t find his own pair of skates, and had to use his mother’s old pair of beige figure skates. They were weird to get used to, with a longer blade in the back and spikes in the front, but he was interested.
He now alternated between hockey and figure skates. At the indoor rink, a girl came up to him and told him he glided around really well in his figure skates, and she asked him if he had ever had lessons because she was hoping to get some.
They signed up for lessons together, and started competing when practicing, laughing and falling. After a few weeks and months, they were both getting the hang of it, skating gracefully, backwards and forwards, creating step sequences. Remus was surprisingly good at jumps, using his unusual, tall and lanky form to his advantage.
The girl he had met had to leave one day, but he remembered her as the girl who unintentionally introduced him to real figure skating. He remembered hugging her and watching her long red hair flutter behind her as she walked out of the arena for the last time. He saw her again a few weeks later, at Hogwarts, staring angrily at a boy with dark curly hair and glasses, grinning stupidly. A boy called James, who sat next to a long haired cute boy named Sirius, who he later discovered was an amazing hockey player.
Ever since Yuuri Katsuki moved to Detroit, he has wanted to leave a positive, lasting impact on the city. It only makes sense that he’d take a government job – the parks have litter, the citizens don’t use them – something needs to be changed.
Phichit Chulanont’s boyfriend, Seung-gil Lee, falls into a pit on a lot that was meant to be turned into a figure skating rink.
Phichit is outraged that nobody has done anything, so he goes to a city forum, where his eyes land upon a Japanese employee who wants to make a change. Yuuri promises, fervently, to get rid of the pit and build the figure skating rink. This is the start of a lasting friendship.
Yuri Plisetsky is an intern in the government who hates the government. Hates it. With a passion. They don’t get things done, there’s too much red tape – but the job pays well. He’ll admit that. When he sees Yuuri with his big smiles and bigger ideas, an immediate rivalry (but also a subtle admiration) is born.
JJ is another employee in the Parks Department, but it’s a running joke that nobody remembers his name. DJ? LJ? MJ? Something-J?
Their boss is Yakov Feltsman, who has a heart like a coconut (hard on the outside, soft on the inside). He keeps a careful eye on all of them, and though Yuuri’s excitement exhausts him, he secretly admires the young employee.
Yuuri and Phichit get to work on the figure skating project on Lot 48, but everything changes when the government shuts down and it’s announced that budget cuts will have to be made.
Enter Victor Nikiforov and Christophe Giacometti – they are renowned for their abilities to slash budgets and slash hearts. Christophe does the sweet talking; he’ll meet the employees, wink at them, send their thoughts aflutter. Then Victor comes in. He’ll fire who needs to be fired, then return to petting his beloved poodle and smiling sweetly. Nobody can figure out if he’s innocent or malicious; he is a walking enigma.
When they’re just looking at a list of names on a sheet, Victor and Christophe think that they’ll need to fire Yuuri Katsuki. It doesn’t seem that his job is vital, even though it also says that he’s doing a good job. So Christophe goes to his office, does the sweet-talking, and then Victor enters.
(Victor doesn’t fire Yuuri.)
(He says they’ll make cuts elsewhere.)
Christophe is confused, briefly, but it doesn’t take him long to understand. They end up getting an extension and staying in Detroit to continue helping the parks department there. They find budget cuts elsewhere and don’t fire anyone.
Together, the team eliminates the dangerous pit on Lot 48 and they build a figure skating rink: Katsuki Kastle. Yuuri insists that the Kastle with a ‘k’ is cheesy, but everybody else loves it, so he goes along with it.
Yuuri is Leslie, Phichit is Ann, Seung-gil is Andy (but they stay together and he’s not as excitable), Christophe is both Chris and Tom Haverford, Yurio is April, JJ is L/J/Gary, Yakov is Ron.
followed his Twitter and been roaming
around since, and I can say he is definitely dragged out of the screen, PHICHITTU-KUN
is with us in this world, alive and kicking. XD
As a fangirl, I can’t help but see the similarities between
these two, not only in their history (and the fact that he’s based on him), but
also how they portray themselves on social media. While scrolling through
Michael’s account, it was like skimming through Phichit’s. XD He reminded me
every bit of him. They both like posting selfies and pretty much everything
under the sun.
Of all the characters in YOI based on the actual figure skaters,
our Phichit is the closest to his real-life counterpart.
Michael’s actually aware of the character’s existence. He has already posted
about Phichit on his account. I wonder if many of the figure skaters actually
watch Yuri!!! on Ice.
Look at how he uses emoticons very Mr. Chulanont, do u get the same vibe?
The man at the back is his coach.
O K S O W E R R Y O U H I D I N G Y E R KATSUDON BFF?
KNEW IT!!! (but y u guys ar popular in ff.net, ao3, and wattpad, wat is da meaning of dis?!)
ON SEXUALITY AND LOVE RE. PAMELA : as promised, here’s a consolidated meta / informational post on pamela’s sexuality with expanded details and evidence. to preface, it is never explicitly stated what her ‘label’ is, only shown through her relationships and left for the reader to decide. i went back and skimmed through a couple of her appearances to look at dialogue / scenes to help determine her sexuality, and those comics ( if you care to fact-check ) are : gotham city sirens, joker’s asylum : poison ivy ( 2008 ), shadow of the bat #88, batman #568, detective comics #735, batman - harley quinn ( 1999 ), detective comics #751 and #752 : a walk in the park ( part 1 and 2 ), gotham knights #61 - #65 : human nature, harlequin’s solo series, poison ivy : cycle of life and death. so, without further ado, i’ve come to the conclusion that she is asexual.
from wikipedia : asexuality is the lack of sexual attraction to anyone, or low or absent interest in desire for sexual activity. [ … ] some asexual people engage in sexual activity despite lacking sexual attraction or a desire for sex, due to a variety of reasons, such as a desire to pleasure themselves or romantic partners, or a desire to have children. [ … ] experiencing arousal or orgasm do not conflict with asexuality.
dc writers aren’t smart ; that’s common knowledge, and if they ever labelled pamela’s sexuality, it will be as bisexual woman. but it does not excuse that there is canon evidence of asexuality, and it is written that whether intentional or not. but back to the topic at hand : nowhere in the comics does pamela use pheromones or natural charm to seduce someone, man or woman, for herself. if she does seduce someone, it is to gain power, knowledge, or something physical ― not as a personal pleasure.
→ DR. JASON WOODRUE : pamela is diagnosed with histrionic personality disorder ( among other things ). in her time studying botany / toxicology at the university of washington, she was seduced by dr. jason woodrue ― and it worked because pamela, more than anything, desired to be loved. she was starved of that who her whole life and thus was easy to manipulate into becoming a human test for drugs / plant experiments. the tests were agonising and changed her physiology to where ― she ― was deadly ; love, the thing she coveted most was dangerous, and simultaneously, she was stripped of the chance to bear children( the toxins / radiation from the experiments destroyed her uterus / made it poisonous and unsafe for anything to be conceived ). dr. woodrue promised her love, and in return, she lost everything.
to note : pamela wants children ; that desire manifests in the way she calls her plants ‘children’, ‘babies’ ― because she can’t have them.
→ HARLEY QUINN : pamela is pheromone-incarnate ; she has never been shown affection / that someone cared for her until meeting harley quinn. in gotham city sirens, pamela never explicitly states she likes harley. as a reader, i didn’t notice that pamela had romantic inclinations for her until it was revealed. i went back to reread it and discovered that it was there all along. pamela doesn’t make any physical / romantic moves / gestures ; she is only encouragement and saving harley where it needs to be. it’s clear she cares for her, but also understands that harley loves joker ( she’s disgusted and believes she deserves better ). but the point is : it is harley who reveals to the reader that pamela has feelings for her,( albeit, in a not very nice way ). the events of hush, joker, the burden of love, and betrayal again ― harley sees her. that’s what pamela desired all along. they may not be ‘good’ people, but it’s important that someone sees pamela lillian isley, not a sexual object or someone else.
MORE : even in recent comic appearances ( i.e. her solo comics ), pamela does not show sexual interest, male or female. you can be asexual and still have sex ― she’s far from being sex-repulsed, but she has shown that she does not need it or even consider it. with harley, she likes sex, but likewise, she cares about her and wants to please her. i can’t stress this enough : sex does not always have to equal or mutual, as long as it is safe and both people are comfortable. pamela is asexual and still participates in sex for herself on account of harley. she enjoys what she has, but with others ( via her pheromones or natural charms ), she’s pleasing them ― not for herself. additionally, pamela will always put nature above harley. she cares about both, but in her heart, it is her ‘children’ that come first.
TO SUMMARISE / REITERATE : as a writer and a reader, i firmly believe that pamela is asexual, and is more romantically inclined ( biromantic / panromantic ― you decide ). but i think it’s important to acknowledge that asexuality in media is limited and rarely acknowledged or confirmed by creators or authors. we are so focused on having the characters we read / see ‘with’ someone or having shown an interest in someone. i can’t stress enough that asexuality is not a bad thing. pamela still engages in it with harley and is happy, but will not initiate it. as poison ivy, she uses sex as a weapon ― and it works well. pamela’s asexuality is something i want to explore through writing ( she will never say ‘i am asexual’ ; she will say something closer to ‘i am not interested’ ), she can and will have relationships with men and women, but not a sexual one. she cares about the world ― mother nature ― and her children, not the whims and desires of your average human. we should honour that and recognise that lack of sexual desire for yourself is okay.
After an accident Gray, a professional figure skater
has to take some time off to heal and he’s not enjoying it AT ALL. What
he didn’t expect was meeting Juvia, a swimmer who is sick and tired of
her career, even less ending up as her coach. Lucy, an aspiring figure
skater wanting to freely express her passion, came to realize it was a
whole new experience with a pink haired weirdo and his equally
weird blue cat by her side. Somehow they all ended up meeting together
in the Fairy Tail ice rink.
Figure Skating AU
Now, its Juvia turn! Here is the summary of our collab fic, hope you all like it. Its not a Yoi crossover btw i see a lot of tag comments about it, but it is inspired by yoi :D Also included a clean lineart version if anyone wants to color, tag me if you do :)
OKAY SO- I know I did a ballet au just a few days ago but–
Today Yuzuru Hanyu broke another world record (sorry I am a bit of figure skating trash) and I noticed how many things he has in common with Eijun. The AU sparked alone because the hand said so. So I imagined young figure skater prodigy Eijun and older coach prodigy Miyuki, retired skater that can’t skate anymore because of a serious injury. He just didn’t want to even look at figure skating anymore after his compulsory retirement but a friend (Kuramochi) dragged him to a regional competition and that’s where he spotted Eijun. Something sparked and he was so overwhelmed by his way of skating he decided to take him under his wing and become his official coach. His dream is to take him to winter olympics and win the gold medal. (SPOILER they do cf. the last four drawings ། ☉ ౪ ☉ །)
Figure skating is unlike any other sport. It is graceful, yet full of strength. Beautiful, yet strong. The goal is to make jumps and spins look easy, when in reality they are harder than anything skaters face in life. One wrong edge, one wrong placement of any body part, and a jump can fail. Skating is about confidence, grace, hope, trust, strength, and commitment.
Polina Edmunds from the USA qualified for the olympics in figure skating and her ice rink put a picture up of her on their jumbo tron permanently until the games were over and the picture isnt of her its of Gracie Gold omg
That phrase was one that was said hundreds upon hundreds of times. Your brother was extremely over protective of you. He was not going to let his sixteen year old little sister date. Especially an eighteen year old world redound pop star. Technically, what you were doing was illegal. Technically, sure, but you had been dating since he was seventeen, when it was legal. Technically, your brother thinks you two are just close friends. Technically, your brother would kill you, then kill Shawn, then kill you again if he found out you were dating.
“Y/n, please. So what if he finds out? It’s not like he controls you!”
Shawn would always say. But it was a big deal if he found out. You lived with your brother, and he was basically your best friend. He was always there for you, and when he moved out of the house, he took you with him and he was your legal guardian since you were five. Sure, your brother couldn’t tell you who to date and who not to date, but he sure could tell the cops or something. Oh, and he could get mad and it could strain your relationship with him.
Well, of course, Jeremy never said he wouldn’t approve of Shawn explicitly, but he hinted. A whole lot. He said he hoped I never dated one of those pop stars. He said he didn’t want you dating someone older, he said he didn’t wanted you dating this, and this and that, and all of them fit qualities that only Shawn had. And he also hinted he would kill you if you two dated.
But today, you just really, really needed him. But your brother was home. Sure, you could always invite Shawn over when Jeremy was home or had a day off of work. But you would have to settle for watching a movie at a respectable length apart, going to his house (which was also questionable because apparently his mother would call my brother and it would end very, very badly…) Or going out in public (which was also a no because Shawn was famous and it was only a matter of minutes before stepping outside of the house before photos surfaced.)
Today you needed him. You needed him to hold you and tell you everything was going to be just okay. You needed him to hold on tight, never let you go, but with Jeremy home you couldn’t do that. Today had been hard. Some girls at the figure skating rink said that you were crappy at what you do. You figure skated, and sometimes the girls there were absolutely vicious. It upset you a lot. And you needed Shawn. And right now, you really didn’t care at all. You sat in your room, on your bed, almost in tears, and all you could think about was how much you wanted and needed Shawn with you right now, and you didn’t even care if you got in big trouble. You picked up your phone and pressed Shawn’s contact name. He answered after two rings.
“Hey darling, I thought you were at figure skating practice? Don’t you have some big competition thingy next week? Speaking of which, I will be there and I’-” You hated to cut him off, because he seemed so happy and you were about to ruin that little spark of light.
“I had a bad day.” You sighed, and he went silent.
“I’m sorry, you want me to come over?” He asked, a concerned tinge in his voice.
“Yes.” You answered, a small tear rolling down your cheek.
“Is your brother home?” He asked, his voice sounding hopeful.
“Yes.” You squeaked. He let out a puff of air, seeming stressed. “Can you come over anyways?” You suggested, hoping to God that he would. Shawn hated getting in trouble. He was the epitome of goody two shoes.
“Be over in ten.” The line clicked off, and you flopped down on the bed. You were pretty freaking happy. Your boyfriend who never comes over due to your thirty year old office worker brother who was really, really scary. But you were happy. Even though Jeremy may kill you. And Shawn. And then you again. You got lost in your happy thoughts when you heard a tap, tap, tap on your window.
You sat up and scurried over to your window and saw Shawn hanging off of a very small branch.
“Oh my God!” You quickly unlatched your window, and pulled Shawn into your room. He basically fell on top of you, when you were on the ground and Shawn was above you his hands pressed on the ground.
“Hey.” He grinned at you goofily.
“Get off of me, Mendes.” You grunted, pressing your hands on his chest. He quickly got up, pulling you up with him and wrapping you in a hug.
“Thanks for coming over.” You sighed, holding on very tight to him. He didn’t respond. He just started to lean over, and before you could stop him, you were both laying down on your bed, wrapped up in one another.
“You wanna talk about what happened?” He whispered in your ear, running his fingers through your hair.
“Yeah, I guess,” You started. “Well, there is this girl at my figure skating company, Hannah, and her and I are like, in constant competition to be the best.” Shawn interrupted before you could finish.
“Is she the one with horrible brown highlights and bleach blonde hair?” He snarled, which earned a laugh from you. It always cracked you up when Shawn would comment on someone’s fashion sense as if he knew what he was talking about.
“Yes, she is.” I chuckled back.
“Well, then there’s no competition there on who is the best. It’s obviously you.” He scoffed, obviously trying to make you feel better. It sure was working.
“Thank you. Anyways, Hannah and I are always at odds. It’s like… I’ll get a double lutz and then she’ll get her triple, or visa versa. I always thought it was friendly competition, but these past few weeks when Coach announced one person will be getting the competition solo, she got all mean. And yanno, she has this group of like, half the girls that are her little posse, and I have like two good friends.” Shawn interjected for a moment.
“Carmen and Eliza?” He questioned. He loved proving he knew a lot about you, and you thought it was absolutely adorable.
“Yeah. So, her and her posse come up to me at break, and start saying all of these things. Like i’m not pretty enough to have the solo, or I suck, or I look like the ugly duckling and-” Somewhere in all of this is started crying. Shawn pulled me in close, shushing me and telling me it was all okay. It was all lies. All of it wasn’t true. Sure, it wasn’t true. Sure, it was a lie, but it still hurt you a lot.
But then you heard footsteps come up to your door, and you prepared for the worst. You shifted a little bit so you could see your bedroom door. Your brother, still intimidating and still your legal guardian stood there, his arms crossed in his work clothes. Your stomach dropped.
“Well, it’s about time you just got together, jeez.” He sighed, starting to walk away. “Keep the door open!” He called, and you felt so relieved. You and Shawn both let out a sigh of relief. You didn’t need to worry about your brother anymore. You could hang out with Shawn at your house, at his house, even in public now. You were so happy. All of the mean things that Hannah and her friends said suddenly melted away.
No more “my brother isn’t home.”
author’s note:happy fourth of july kids don’t drink and drive Jesus is watching.