flying hour

redarmyscreaming submitted:

Heinkel He 162 Salamander.
Here is the trainer the HJ were supposed to learn to fly in 10 hours before they were strapped into the cockpit of the He 162.

She’s just missing the engine, and yeah, things were that crazy by the closing stages of WWII, although I can imagine many of these crashing, as the Salamander was actually among the hardest aircraft to fly during the war!

Incoming! We’ve Got Science from Jupiter!

Our Juno spacecraft has just released some exciting new science from its first close flyby of Jupiter! 

In case you don’t know, the Juno spacecraft entered orbit around the gas giant on July 4, 2016…about a year ago. Since then, it has been collecting data and images from this unique vantage point.

Juno is in a polar orbit around Jupiter, which means that the majority of each orbit is spent well away from the gas giant. But once every 53 days its trajectory approaches Jupiter from above its north pole, where it begins a close two-hour transit flying north to south with its eight science instruments collecting data and its JunoCam camera snapping pictures.

Space Fact: The download of six megabytes of data collected during the two-hour transit can take one-and-a-half days!

Juno and her cloud-piercing science instruments are helping us get a better understanding of the processes happening on Jupiter. These new results portray the planet as a complex, gigantic, turbulent world that we still need to study and unravel its mysteries.

So what did this first science flyby tell us? Let’s break it down…

1. Tumultuous Cyclones

Juno’s imager, JunoCam, has showed us that both of Jupiter’s poles are covered in tumultuous cyclones and anticyclone storms, densely clustered and rubbing together. Some of these storms as large as Earth!

These storms are still puzzling. We’re still not exactly sure how they formed or how they interact with each other. Future close flybys will help us better understand these mysterious cyclones. 

Seen above, waves of clouds (at 37.8 degrees latitude) dominate this three-dimensional Jovian cloudscape. JunoCam obtained this enhanced-color picture on May 19, 2017, at 5:50 UTC from an altitude of 5,500 miles (8,900 kilometers). Details as small as 4 miles (6 kilometers) across can be identified in this image.

An even closer view of the same image shows small bright high clouds that are about 16 miles (25 kilometers) across and in some areas appear to form “squall lines” (a narrow band of high winds and storms associated with a cold front). On Jupiter, clouds this high are almost certainly comprised of water and/or ammonia ice.

2. Jupiter’s Atmosphere

Juno’s Microwave Radiometer is an instrument that samples the thermal microwave radiation from Jupiter’s atmosphere from the tops of the ammonia clouds to deep within its atmosphere.

Data from this instrument suggest that the ammonia is quite variable and continues to increase as far down as we can see with MWR, which is a few hundred kilometers. In the cut-out image below, orange signifies high ammonia abundance and blue signifies low ammonia abundance. Jupiter appears to have a band around its equator high in ammonia abundance, with a column shown in orange.

Why does this ammonia matter? Well, ammonia is a good tracer of other relatively rare gases and fluids in the atmosphere…like water. Understanding the relative abundances of these materials helps us have a better idea of how and when Jupiter formed in the early solar system.

This instrument has also given us more information about Jupiter’s iconic belts and zones. Data suggest that the belt near Jupiter’s equator penetrates all the way down, while the belts and zones at other latitudes seem to evolve to other structures.

3. Stronger-Than-Expected Magnetic Field

Prior to Juno, it was known that Jupiter had the most intense magnetic field in the solar system…but measurements from Juno’s magnetometer investigation (MAG) indicate that the gas giant’s magnetic field is even stronger than models expected, and more irregular in shape.

At 7.766 Gauss, it is about 10 times stronger than the strongest magnetic field found on Earth! What is Gauss? Magnetic field strengths are measured in units called Gauss or Teslas. A magnetic field with a strength of 10,000 Gauss also has a strength of 1 Tesla.  

Juno is giving us a unique view of the magnetic field close to Jupiter that we’ve never had before. For example, data from the spacecraft (displayed in the graphic above) suggests that the planet’s magnetic field is “lumpy”, meaning its stronger in some places and weaker in others. This uneven distribution suggests that the field might be generated by dynamo action (where the motion of electrically conducting fluid creates a self-sustaining magnetic field) closer to the surface, above the layer of metallic hydrogen. Juno’s orbital track is illustrated with the black curve. 

4. Sounds of Jupiter

Juno also observed plasma wave signals from Jupiter’s ionosphere. This movie shows results from Juno’s radio wave detector that were recorded while it passed close to Jupiter. Waves in the plasma (the charged gas) in the upper atmosphere of Jupiter have different frequencies that depend on the types of ions present, and their densities. 

Mapping out these ions in the jovian system helps us understand how the upper atmosphere works including the aurora. Beyond the visual representation of the data, the data have been made into sounds where the frequencies
and playback speed have been shifted to be audible to human ears.

5. Jovian “Southern Lights”

The complexity and richness of Jupiter’s “southern lights” (also known as auroras) are on display in this animation of false-color maps from our Juno spacecraft. Auroras result when energetic electrons from the magnetosphere crash into the molecular hydrogen in the Jovian upper atmosphere. The data for this animation were obtained by Juno’s Ultraviolet Spectrograph. 

During Juno’s next flyby on July 11, the spacecraft will fly directly over one of the most iconic features in the entire solar system – one that every school kid knows – Jupiter’s Great Red Spot! If anybody is going to get to the bottom of what is going on below those mammoth swirling crimson cloud tops, it’s Juno.

Stay updated on all things Juno and Jupiter by following along on social media:
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Learn more about the Juno spacecraft and its mission at Jupiter HERE.

remember when yuuri, without hesitating, told his coach and his boyfriend to leave the country to fly hours to see a dog whose fate would already be decided by the time he stepped off the plane, knowing full well that without victor yuuri was going to feel lost and unsure and alone but caring far more about victor getting to see a beloved pet above all else 

yuuri knew how it felt to lose a pet. he didn’t even consider not telling victor. literally the moment he heard the news he was telling victor to go, it was instant and honestly a very shining and overlooked example of the sort of person that yuuri katsuki really is.

anonymous asked:

"The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.” with Cass pleaseeee

Cassian: *walks in Feysand’s room* Hey Rhys! Rhys! Wake up! I need you to do me a favour.

Rhys: *groans* It’s the middle of the night Cassian!! What do you want?

Cassian: *entusiastically* Tomorrow at lunch, I need you to say how good I am at teaching baby bats how to fly

Rhys: *confused* But you are not teaching them?

Cassian: *puts a finger on Rhys’ mouth* sshh you idiot, be quiet. She’ll hear you.

Rhys: Who? Cassian this is ridic-

Cassian: *whispers* Nesta of course! What kind of question is that?

Rhys: *rubs his eyes* Cassian, please, I don’t understand what this all is about.

Cassian: The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids, Rhys. Everyone knows that!

*tomorrow at lunch*

Rhys: *speaking loud on purpose* So Cassian, the rumor is you’re a very good teacher.

Elain: What are you teaching?

Cassian: *not so subtly glancing at Nesta* I’m teaching little Illyrians how to fly.

Elain: Oh that is incredible. Did you hear that, Nesta?

Nesta: *uninterested* Poor children want to learn how to fly as soon as possible so they can get away from him


Elain: Rhysand, I umm, where can I find that place where Cassian is with children?

Elain: *gets elbowed by Nesta* And, uhh, I blackmailed Nesta into coming with me.

Rhys: *looks like he’ll be sick* Meet me in two hours, I’ll fly you.

Rhys and Cassian: *gather all children possible and bribe them so they won’t say the truth*

James March: Overprotective

You’ve been living with James for almost a year now and he’s given you everything you could ask for and more. The best gift that he’s given you is his undying love and loyalty.

But lately you’ve been going a little insane. Although you don’t mind having a few drinks at the Blue Parrot Lounge with your friends, you felt like you needed a night out in the city. Being around new scenery is something that’ll make you oh so happy. But your boyfriend James will never allow it. It comforts him knowing that you’re safe and sound under his very own roof. Whenever you wanted to do a little shopping during the day or wanted to have lunch with your girlfriends, he had no issue with that because in his eyes, daytime in Los Angeles is a lot safer than at night.

You told yourself that today is going to be the day that you stand up and convince your sweetheart, James to let you out. Your girlfriends had their fingers crossed for you, even Liz and Sally do. 

After searching around the hotel for James, you finally found him on Floor 7. You didn’t need a key for the door because it was already wide open. Of course, your boyfriend was playing 1920′s Jazz music. He despised modern day music. But, you do love how old fashioned James is. Especially since you can’t find a lot of men nowadays like that.

James was sitting on the couch, polishing his cane when you found him. “Ah dearest!” He greeted you with a smile, revealing his dimples.

You slowly started getting nervous, knowing you’ll have to ask him the one question that he despises. “Hi James.”

“Come. Sit on my lap.” He patted a hand on his thigh.

“Actually, I didn’t come here to sit. I came here to ask you something.” You started slowly pacing around the room, trying not to make it look noticeable, but you couldn’t help it.

Luckily, James was too focused on polishing his beloved cane that he didn’t notice. “Anything. If it’s money that you need, you know darling, you have the code to my vault.” 

“Yes I know, but it isn’t that. I was kind of hoping, you know-” You paused. “-if you would allow me to go out tonight with my friends?”

James’s mood went from cheerful to displeased. He set his cane to rest against the couch, then walked over to pour himself a drink. He dramatically sighed and you swallowed from nervousness.

You know when James gives you the silent treatment, it’s not a good sign. So you kept your mouth shut, awaiting to hear words form from his mouth. 

“Darling, we have discussed this before. Have we not?” James said while still keeping his back towards you, after finally turning around to face you slowly.

“Y-yes we have. Like I get it, you can’t be there to watch me, but-” You responded, then James cuts you off.

“Indeed. And to your misfortune, my answer is still no.” James objected.

“But that’s not fair. I’m still young. I’m not even 30 yet. I feel like a caged animal.” You whined, standing up to cross your arms in front of you in disagreement.

“Ah yes. And a caged animal that is more than alive and well. Am I correct?” James asked.

No. No is the word you hated hearing the most. You rolled your eyes at James then attempted to storm out of the room, but James catches your wrist. 

“And to where do you think you’re off to?” James asks while tightening his grip on your small wrist.

“Leaving you forever if you don’t let go of me.” You spat, trying to shake off his hand around your wrist, but James’s strength doesn’t allow it. 

James clenched his jaw to help prevent himself from going off on you because of your sudden attitude. “Sit.” He demanded, eyeing you, then eyeing the couch for you to sit on.

“Why?” You scoffed.

“Dearest. Do as I say or else your shopping trips will be no more.”

“Fine.” You said, then James releases his grip from your wrist and you sat on the couch, crossing one leg over the other, eager to hear what he has to say.

“I will allow you this night with your companions.”

Your eyes lit up from excitement and you stood up. This was a first. “What?! Really?!”

“Under these conditions.” James demanded, pointing a finger in the air. 

“Okay?” You narrowed your eyes at James.

“You musn’t be out past 1:00″

“Ugh, 2:00.” You suggested, hoping he would agree. But unfortunately, he didn’t.

“1:30″ James said and you mouthed ‘fine’. “And someone will be present to watch over you.”

“Okay seriously? Who?” You asked, putting your hands on your hips.

“My darling friend, John Lowe.” James smiled at you.

“Great. So John is going to babysit my friends and I.” You didn’t agree to having John watch over you and your friends. But, it’s better than James not allowing you go out at all. So you just let it be, hoping that overtime, James can see that you are able to take care of yourself. Which is when pigs fly.

(Hours Later…)

As much as you wished James could go out with you, you were so excited for tonight. Thankfully, John wasn’t dreading tonight like you thought he would. He told you that he’s looking forward to having a drink or two. Having a designated driver also wouldn’t be necessary because majority of the bars are walking distance.

Once John was out of the shower and in his robe, James, being the ghost that he is, popped up in his hotel room. I guess their friendship is so close that James even does John’s hair.

“John, be sure to keep a close eye on my beloved Y/N.” James stated.

“Of course. You know I will.” John said.

“And if anything is out of line. I insist you bring her back to me.” The concern in James’s voice wasn’t hard to ignore. John nodded his head at James. 

After James was finished on his hair, he left the room to let John change. 

Once you were finished getting ready, you made sure to say goodbye to your lover. You especially made sure to thank him for letting you out tonight by giving him a passionate kiss.

You headed to the lobby only to see that John isn’t in sight, so you assumed he wasn’t ready yet. 

Seeing that Iris is at the front desk, you decided to stand and chat with her while you wait for John.

Minutes later he arrives from the elevator looking a tad bit overdressed. You assumed it was James’s doing.

“Ready to go?” John said once he reached the front desk.

You grabbed your clutch from the counter, holding it down at your side. “Yes, officer.”

“Hey hey. It’s not my fault that your boyfriend is so paranoid and overprotective of you.” John chuckled.

“I know. Well lets make a fun night out of it.” You shrugged. 

Just as the two of you were making your way to walk out. You see James by the railings at the Blue Parrot Lounge watching you with a drink in his hand. “I love you!” You shouted to James, then blew him a kiss. With drink in hand, he bent out that arm to you with a smile. 

ACOMAF Part 1: The House of Beasts Chapters 1-13 (Rhys POV)

Chapters 1-4: Return from UtM to Feyre’s Wedding Panic Attack
Chapter 5: Feyre’s Wedding & Arrival in the Night Court
Chapter 6: Learning to Read
Chapter 7: Returning Feyre to the Spring Court
Chapters 8-10: The Next Three Weeks & Retrieving Feyre for Her Second Trip
Chapter 11: Feyre’s Second Night Court Visit
Chapters 12-13: Rescuing Feyre from the Spring Court

I did a thing. We’ll see if I can do more before ACOWAR comes out. Below is Chapters 1-4 of ACOMAF in Rhys’s POV and above are the links to those same chapters plus the rest on AO3. Hope ya like!

Summary: Roughly Chapters 1-4 of ACOMAF from Rhys’s POV. It’s mostly a focus on the last two weeks before Feyre gets married with summation thrown in on how his time has been since leaving UtM. Includes her nightmare that opens the book and some lovely chatting with Morrigan the day of Feyre’s wedding.

Hello Feyre Darling

The mountains of the Illyrian Steppes wrought a chill through my bones I hadn’t felt in years.

We flew for most of the day, listening to wherever the shadows at my brother’s back directed us, until at last the sun began to set and we landed in a small clearing between the trees.

They were close. Near enough to sent them on the tendrils of wind that carried their blood and sweat through the heavy pine of the woods. Since my return, I’d lost count of the number of rogue Illyrian war bands I’d had to hunt down and confront. And that wasn’t counting the number Cassian and Azriel had taken care of in my absence.

Today’s hunt felt restless. The outcome had been decided the moment we left the Steppes. These primal encounters never changed even if I spent the hours flying faster towards them hoping they would.

A confrontation. An offering of second chances. Bow down and obey - or pay the debt they owed for the blood they’d spilt, the debt for using fifty years of freedom to push the boundaries however they pleased.

The Night Court would need every drop in the coming weeks that it could spare. Petty disagreements over territory, among other things, wasn’t something I could deal with in the middle of a shift that sought to overthrow the entirety of Prythian.

And once Illyrian alliances shifted, they rarely shifted back.

So in blood, they usually ended.

We threaded through the trees, Cassian and Azriel silently stalking several paces out on either side of me until we hit the gap where the band made camp. It was a small legion, perhaps a dozen or so with their chosen lord in the center. An exquisite gash ran down the center of his cheek. No doubt he had been forced to earn his rank, had likely volunteered for the blood bath.

I wondered what they had done with the bodies, if they’d bothered to bury them properly in Illyrian fashion or had left them to rot in the snow.

Their heads turned in our direction as we neared close enough for them to catch our scent, but by then it was already too late. I held their minds steady from the grip of my power long before the three of us cleared the trees lining the perimeter of their camp.

My brothers strode quietly out from the trees, the swords they’d been gifted at the Blood Rite brandished in their hands in an offensive gesture, ready to strike at a moment’s signal from me.

Slowly, I narrowed my eyes on the newly elected lord and approached, tendrils of darkness trailing in my wake, my wings stretched out wide enough at my back to send a jolt of fear down even the toughest Illyrian’s back.

“Do I need to bother asking?”

My voice was flat, hardly even a question as the lord looked me over once and spat directly at my feet. “Whore,” he cursed and internally, I savored the feel of my mental claws dragging through his mind, undoing every last piece of who he was and would ever become before I let his body fall limp and ragged to the snow. I didn’t even wait. Little impulses of pain trembled along his skin and muscles in those last seconds before he gave up and was no more.

All round me, the forest rang silent save for the bitter, cold wind howling my sins in my ears.

Red splattered in harsh contrast against the snow at my feet, large sloppy drops dripping from Truth-Teller’s blade.

Azriel looked stoically at me as if he hadn’t just shed the blood of a half-dozen men he’d once shared camp with. I often wondered how he managed to lock that darkness away so well.

Slowly, he lifted a brow as snow crunched between Cassian’s heavy boots on my other side.

“Rhys?” Cassian said, dragging my attention down to my hands. They were shaking in a near violent manner.


“Let’s go.”


I grabbed both their hands and winnowed on the spot before they could say another word.

I did not join them at the House of Wind that night for dinner.

There was blood everywhere.

All over the three young fae hooded and kneeling on the unforgiving marble floor, the dagger I watched fall clattering to that same ground, and most especially all over her.

Feyre stood reaching with a trembling hand for the second dagger covered in blood. Her clothes were soaked from merely one kill that shouldn’t have garnered that much evidence of her deeds. It carried onto her hands - her poor, stuttering hands that plunged themselves upon the fae woman singing herself into death’s waiting arms.

Amarantha sat poised on the throne calling Feyre on with praise. It felt disgustingly wrong.

Feyre pulled the third dagger and I knew what to expect as the veil was to be lifted on the final victim. Tamlin would be waiting and then our fate would be in the hands of this small human girl none of us knew. I felt like I was going to be sick even as Feyre questioned whether or not she could go through with one more murder - just one more murder, and we would all be free. Such a steep price to pay for her.

The hood lifted. Silence fell.

The blood stood out in stark relief against the resounding quiet of the room.

Feyre knelt before the third victim - before herself, her ears turned up into two stiff points, her skin smooth and blended into a soft perfection only my own breed possessed. And her body, which had become so long and elegant with its new fae gifted powers, sat strongly before her, beseeching her move forward.

And that’s when I knew where I was.

I saw Amarantha up on her throne because I saw her from Feyre’s eyes and not my own place on the dias where I should have been. This was nothing new. We’d been inside this prison countless times before and always we failed to get out alive.


The words chanted inside Feyre’s mind as a flurry of self-loathing and hopelessness I only ever felt inside myself welled up beneath her skin.


She angled the dagger at herself and my lungs screamed inside of me to stop her as I felt her anticipate the relief that blade could give her. No, no, never -


A relief she welcomed, craved even. It was horrifying to watch, to feel.


And it killed me to think she could see herself that way, in any way other than the determined, resourceful woman I’d met Under the Mountain who had saved us all and lost herself in the process.

“Feyre!” I screamed inside her mind, as violently and brutally as I once had to stop Amarantha from attacking her.


But it was too late.

Feyre thrusted the knife into her own chest and I watched as my mate willingly committed suicide before my own eyes. Somehow, it was a thousand times worse than hearing her neck snap against her will.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, sorry I'm new - is there actual proof that IICF and home were written when L & H were apart? What happened? (Also... Are there headcanons around this? Cause it's BEAUTIFUL) thanks!

yes, there’s proof and just be warned, because once you see all the timing you literally won’t recover. sorry this took so long, but i wanted to collect as much proof as possible to reeaaally fuck you up. :) 

so the OTRA tour break was from april 5th to june 4th, and the boys all talked about doing a lot of songwriting while they weren’t on tour. remember how they mentioned multiple times during MITAM press that they split up and went with different outside writers and came back with a bunch of material? that was during this time. 

the general fandom theory is that louis wrote home on april 14th, 2015, because that’s the song he wrote with liam and jamie, and he posted this on insta

they’d been apart for less than two weeks at that point. the next day, harry pops up wearing the famous blue bandana in west hollywood: 

and we assume it’s just a shout out to fandom, thinking that harry’s reassuring us that everything’s cool with them while louis is papped out at clubs every single night for weeks on end. not realizing that louis had just spent the day before writing what would become one of the most iconic relationship songs the band has done so far, and even made liam get all emosh: 

While Liam Payne said “Home” is the most meaningful song on the album for him but demurred about exactly why that is, he revealed Tomlinson tapped into his emotional side while writing and recording. “Having seen different things he’s gone through and different stuff this year – and obviously I’ve written a lot of songs with him – he can really get into that sensitive mindset to write songs, which is pretty cool.”

then louis was supposed to fly to LA to write with julian (and so he would have still been within the two week rule, as harry was already there and would be for a while), but julian changed his plans and flew to london. so the two week rule was broken, we were all sad but we understood, can’t be seen together, etc etc. 

we don’t know the exact day when iicf was written, as far as i know, but it was within those couple of weeks louis was supposed to be in LA and wasn’t. all we do know is that later, liam says he cried while recording it, anne says it’s her favorite, and louis says he cried too (DEATH!!!), and that harry has never, ever given an actual explanation of the meaning. here’s what he said in the track-by-track explanation: 

I’ve been working with Johan for a little bit; we did a couple of songs together. We did a song for Ariana Grande, and we did – he’s like a really good piano player. He’s just really good at it, so it’s quite natural to just sit with him at a piano and start playing. It was another one that kind of just, kind of fell down, out of, you know, it felt quite natural to like, sing it, and obviously if you get, like, a cool melody with instruments, you kind of decide whether it’s better to follow it or not. Sometimes it’s really cool, and sometimes it’s better to leave that as an instrumental melody, so.

which is basically “erm, um, PIANO. PIANO IS COOL LET’S. LET’S TALK ABOUT PIANO.” or also this

and then, at the MITAM listening party, the video for IICF turned out to be a literal homage to baby larry, showing unseen clips and sending us all spiralling.

later, as promo season rolled around, harry and louis very much claimed those songs as their own. the day the perfect EP was put on spotify (out of nowhere), louis tweeted this

and then (AND THIS IS POTENTIALLY THE WORST PART), when louis went in early november to vancouver and atlanta and the stalkers and update accounts started hinting heavily at a winter girlfriend who we’d later learn was danielle, harry tweets this

so basically, we don’t even need any headcanons. it’s bad enough all on its own. 

I gave my chickens some grapes today and I have never been mown down so quickly by a mass of screaming disjointed fluff butts before. Much as I love my beasties i have to accept the sad fact that they would not hesitate to murder me for even 1 mushy grape. It’s a betrayal, but at least they were up front about it.

if Adrien had the peacock miraculous...
  • you think this boy likes dancing, look out, he’s going to be dancing all the time now. 
  • and posing. 
  • so much elegance boy calm down
  • and he knows he’s pretty and thinks he’s all that, it’s so much worse now.
  • he displays to LB and Marinette at each and every meet (also, for peacocks, displaying is the same as flexing)
  • Adrien doesn’t know what subtly is. 
  • Duusu constantly pushes him to live his dreams, go do what he wants. 
  • she is a huge enabler in Adrien’s life.
  • she pushes for Adrien to play piano more, likes to sing to his music.
  • Adrien adopted a habit of humming. 
  • when Adrien goes out flying it’s hard to get him out of the sky, if he could he would fly on for hours; bonus if he could get his Lady to join him. 
  • probably more confronting, Duusu pushing him to be more open and clear about his stance and views.
  • will sometimes pretend he’s Tuxedo Mask, especially if he has a a top hat and/or cape.
  • this nerd would probably base his suit design off Tuxedo Mask. 
  • to add to it, he’ll carry around a rose to present to his Lady. 
  • so many bird puns.
  • Duusu will pun with Adrien for fun 
  • Duusu gives Adrien a lot of scares because she has a hard time staying hidden and will pop out, especially when excited. 
  • they have a lot of close calls.
  • could probably rival Tikki. 
  • neither Duusu or Adrien are good at thinking things through, both of them are driven by their heart/emotion, and both rather act than plan. 
  • Adrien and Duusu both cry easily at sad scenes in movies. 
  • Adrien shows Duusu all his favorite animes and these nerds share so many references together. 
  • Duusu likes to share with Adrien stories about his parents when they were younger, their blunders and their strengths and Adrien just inhales these tales and hearing different sides of his parents that he didn’t know before. 

anonymous asked:

Prompt: have this hc that Yuuri is actually diagnosed with an illness at a young age but no one other than his family knows about it since it's not something he likes to focus on/talk about. But one day he ends up in the hospital while he was visiting Japan by himself and decided to go on Twitter (thinking he was on private) and talking about the matter only to wake up the next day with a distressed Victor by his bed side crying and frustrated why Yuuri didn't tell him.

I apologise for how boring my ‘illness’ is, after about an hour of researching, I failed to find an interesting enough disease that would still allow Yuuri to skate. So, I picked chronic headaches.

Hospital Trip

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
After almost 3 years of successfully avoiding a hospital trip, guess who ended up in hospital?

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
Had my worst headache ever, the joys of CDH!

MayMay @MayMayBee
What is CDH??? @yuurikatsuki

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
CDH: Chronic Daily Headaches

Prince of Lights @Lightin-the-way
CDH is the worst! Hope everything is alright @yuurikatsuki

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
I’ve been suffering from CDH for years. It is normally somewhat manageable.

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
Just had a really bad headache yesterday that put me in hospital, isn’t my first time here because of CDH

Victor Nikiforov’s Future Wife @Vic-Nik-No-1
You skate with chronic headaches???? @yuurikatsuki

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
Yeah, I mean, sure sometimes I just want to slam my head into a wall because of the pain, but I can handle it most of the time

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
Medication does help too. Like, lots

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
But you always have to make sure you don’t take too much. Learnt that the bad way.

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
Have ended up in hospital before for taking too much painkillers.

Y.Katsuki Fanboy @katsuki_yuuri_no1fan
Get well soon @yuurikatsuki

Yuuri woke slowly to the feeling of someone stroking his cheek gently.

“Zvezda, zvezda moya,” the words were mumbled softly somewhere near him.

Even in his drowsy state he knew that something was wrong. Victor was in Russia, helping Yuri with his routines for the next season. He was in Japan, visiting his family for a little bit before he got stuck into preparing for the upcoming season himself.

Yuuri slowly opened his eyes and quickly found them locked with a beautiful pair of blue ones.

“Vitya?” he mumbled in confusion, causing the figure to coo at him softly.

“I’m right here, zvezda moya,” Victor mumbled softly.

“Why? Should be,” Yuuri paused as more of the drowsiness wore off and the normal throb of a headache hit him. He took a deep breath, though painful, it was tolerable compared to the day before. “Should be in Russian,” he mumbled while raising a hand to rub at his eyes.

“You expect me to stay in Russia when I found out you are in hospital for a disease I didn’t know about!” Victor said, a tone of distress in his voice.

Yuuri stared at his fiancé, noting that Victor had red rimmed eyes, indicating that there had been tears rather recently.

“CDH isn’t a disease,” he mumbled while reaching out to grab the hand stroking his cheek.


“I just get daily, pounding headache. I just had a really bad one yesterday, Vitya, you shouldn’t have flown out here. You could have rung Mari or my parents, they could have explained everything,” he said gently while squeezing his fiancés hand.

“I was worried,” Victor mumbled ever so softly.

“God, I love you,” he sighed while tugging his fiancé close so he could kiss him deeply on the lips.

“Yuuri,” Victor whined weakly against his lips. Yuuri smiled to himself as Victor quickly took over the kiss.

Yuuri knew that it would take a lot of kisses to convince Victor he was fine and that he didn’t need to fly over ten hours to check up on, but he didn’t mind spoiling his fiancé a little.

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