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My Heart Went Boom

Eliza Schuyler x Reader

Note: Day two of the write a thon! This is my first time writing an Eliza fic, and after working on this one for so long I’m really happy with how it turned out so I really hope you all love this as much as I do.

Warnings: nothing it’s just fluff y’all

Word Count: 900 (it’s short I know but, I’ve been struggling to finish this for days and this is the best i could do)

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @rottwat @iamgrayfox @whatevernever 

Originally posted by hamiltongifs

“Y/N! I need you to go down and get me tulips” Your boss, Rebecca demands as she rushes past your desk and into her office. “Now!” She yells when you don’t move from your desk.

“Rebecca I don’t exactly have the time right now, I have to finish the stack of work you gave me this morning” you explain, staring at the actual stack of papers she had dumped on your desk that morning and ordered you to organize.

Really you don’t mind your job as the secretary for the editor of a major magazine. Sure Rebecca can be uptight and downright rude a lot of the time but mostly you enjoy the challenge of the work you have to do. Unless she’s making you run stupid errands that get in the way of much more important things to do.

“I don’t care! I was supposed to have my flowers delivered but that stupid messed up my delivery this morning and I need those flowers!” she exclaims, waking her way back out of her office to glare at you. “So go!” 

You quickly jump up from your desk, not wanting her to physically pull you up and grab your bag from your draw. 

“And don’t go to my usual florist! I no longer trust them with my business. Find someone else” She demands before storming back into her office. 

So on top of having to go out of your way to find a different florist that will be able to live up to your bosses ridiculous standards, oh joy


Following the map you had looked up in the elevator you make your way four blocks from work to what is supposed to be ‘the best new florist in New York’. 

As you step through the door of Schuyler’s Flowers, immediately you are hit with the overwhelming scent of flowers. 

“Hello!” a bright, voice says off to your left. As you turn to look at the person who spoke your heart flutters in your chest.

The girl has to be around your age, her long straight dark hair flows freely around her shoulder and the pale blue sundress she wears looks as if it was make just for her.

“H-hi” you stutter, giving her as much of a smile as you can manage. She laughs softly, the sound of her laugh fills your ears and causes a cheesy grin to spread across your face.

“I’m Eliza, How can I help you today?” She asks.

“Tulips!” You exclaim before biting your lip and taking a breath. “Sorry… uh I need tulips. For my boss. She likes tulips”

Eliza laughs again, the sound is like music to your ears makes you feel so… helpless.

“Any particular color she wants?” Eliza asks, her eyes locking onto yours and you feel yourself practically melting under her gaze. 

“Um…I don’t think she mentioned a color, whatever you think is the best is good for me. You’re the one who knows about flowers, you know being a florist and all” You babble.

Eliza smiles at you as she busies herself, putting together a beautiful bouquet of purple tulips. “You know you never did give me your name” she says, absentmindedly.

“Oh right I’m Y/N” you say, rubbing a hand over the back of your neck. 

“Y/N… the name suits you” she says looking up and giving you a small smile, giggling at the way you blush. “And you’re pretty cute when you blush” she adds. 

You stare at her with wide eyes as she says it, you try to form a reply but you get caught up on the words and nothing but an incoherent jumble of noises comes out causing Eliza to giggle again. 

“You’re also pretty cute when you’re nervous” she says, causing you to blush even more. 

“Oh t-thank you. You ah… you’re pretty cute too” you manage to stutter out and she grins. 

Eliza goes quiet in concentration and you watch as she finishes pulling the flowers together, rolls them up in paper and ties them off with a beautiful purple ribbon that matches the flowers. 

“All done, I hope your boss likes them” she says as she hands the flowers to you. 

You grin, looking down at the work of art she’s created with the flowers. 

“This is amazing! You’re so talented” You say as you hand over the money. 

“Thank you, it’s not so much talent as it is practice. You spend enough time doing something you’re bound to get good at it” she explains. As you turn to leave she stops you with a hand on your arm. “I should give you my number, you know in case there is a problem with the flowers or something” she says. 

Quickly she scribbles her phone number onto a piece of paper and slides it into your bag that hangs from your shoulder. 

“Or in case you just… want to call?” she asks, a shy look crossing her face. 

“Sounds good to me. It was nice meeting you Eliza” you say, grinning at her as you head for the door. 

“You too Y/N!” She calls out as the door closes behind you. 

As you walk past the view of the shop you pause for a second and smile thanking every possible god out there, even the ones you don’t believe in, for the mix up at Rebecca’s regular florist. 

“Little Did I Know”

HELLO I AM BACK!!!

After a long *long* hiatus, I have finally recollected my inspiration and I am back in time to celebrate our favorite *Academy Award Winning* movie with my man Mr. Scamander!

AU: Hogwarts (bcuz I’m trash for a school AU)

Word Count: 1333 (sorry kiddos I had a lot to write)

Warnings: So sweet you might get diabetes (also contains a timeline jump)

Without fuuuuurther ado!

Originally posted by claracivry


You stuffed your potions paperwork back into your briefcase, brushing your bangs out of your eyes and recollecting your thoughts. There was no clock in the Hufflepuff common room, but you didn’t need one to know it was late. Much later than a third year like yourself should be staying up. Yet here you were. And you know what could make you feel a hell of a lot better now? That fluffy brown hair. Those freckles and that wide goofy grin. You could listen to that boy all day. You could…

No, you willed your thoughts to halt, and clapped your hands down on the desk.

“No…” you swiftly pulled out the next set of paperwork, banishing any thoughts that weren’t related to polyjuice potions and proper cauldron cleaning.

You would often get on Newt for forgetting to clean his cauldron. He, of course, would assure you there was nothing to be worried about.

And it would blow up in his face every time. Quite literally.

You smiled fondly.

“Sporting a grin I see, may I ask why?” you hear that all too familiar voice call.

“Newt” you yelp in surprise, the papers you were holding were suddenly airborne.

“That’s me. May I ask, what are you still doing awake?” his puppy dog eyes squinted in concern. “It’s well past midnight”

“Is it? Why I haven’t even finished studying! This is all your fault anyway, for keeping  me up with those fascinating drawings of yours” You giggled in an attempt to wipe the worry off his face, but somehow your hysteria seemed to frighten him even more.

What? It’s not like you were drun-

“(Y/N) we have a big potions test tomorrow, the time for cramming has come and past.”

“You see Mister Scamander, there will always be a time for cramming” His smile widened, causing your’s too as well. Damn, this boy’s charisma was infectious.

“While I find our debates quite amusing, I’m afraid your well being must come first. Now go to sleep” He began to bend over and pick the discarded potions papers off the floor, most of which were either blank or covered in red marks. He studied one of your papers closely, eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched. You couldn’t help but stare at how his eyes always maintained its light, even at God-knows-when at night.

“Why have you never asked me for help? (Y/N), we’re in this class together, how did I not know you were struggling?” Your attention was suddenly turned to the crisp paper in his hands, dread filling every crevice in your body.

“Oh my God I’m going to fail…” the realization dawned on you.

“Oh my God oh my God I’m going to stay at Hogwarts ‘till I’m thirty” you gathered your hair in your fists, staring off into nowhere in particular. “Newt I’m going to throw myself off the Astronomy tower.”

He suddenly rushed over to you, sensing your panic, and wrapped his warm hands around your wrists, trying to whisper any words of comfort. But you refused to meet his gaze.

“No, (Y/N), you’re not going to fail. It’s only one exam, you’re going to be fine. We are going to graduate and travel the world together. You, me, and who knows what else?! Maybe we’ll find a Niffler, how cool would that be? (Y/N) Look at me” You smile fondly at your best friend’s words, and turned your head in his direction easily.

“Maybe tomorrow won’t go so brilliantly, but I promise you will get a perfect score on the next exam. We will study for hours, just you and me, how does that sound? All you need is rest. Can you do that for me?” Your eyes wander down to Newt’s hands, still entrapping your wrists in the gentlest of grips.

“You always know what to say, Newt”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Now, I would carry you to your bed but I’m afraid that involves trespassing to places with cooties.” You let out a soft ‘pffft’  and ruffle his curly hair, making his freckled cheeks blush in embarrassment.

“Alright alright, only if you get to sleep too. That reminds me…why were you up Mr. Scamander at such an ungodly hour?” He pauses.

“I was…thinking” he admits, tilting his head to the side like a dog.

“About what?”

“About things. The future, our future, really.” Your sleep deprived mind was suddenly picked with curiosity.

“Our future? Tell me Newt, what lies in our future?” There was that grin again, and he ducked his head to hide his teeth.

“All the places we would visit. I was thinking we could start with Japan. I heard Occamies are native to the land, but I doubt we’d be able to find any.”

“Nonsense” you replied, your mind in a bit of a haze.

“I bet we’ll find a whole family with your luck! I can’t wait.”

“Yes, all of that is waiting for us if you go to sleep and not fail third year potions.” He then leaned down and pressed a kiss against your forehead, making your entire face heat up.

“You’re an asshole” you tease, attempting to swipe at him, but he was already up and out of the way.

“Goodnight (Y/N)” he called once again before disappearing up the staircase, leaving you with nothing but a dreamy feeling and a blush as red as a lobster.

You did end up lugging yourself to your bed half an hour later, instantly falling asleep as your head hit the pillow.

And you dreamed…

And you dreamed about Japan.

And you dreamed about Newt.


-Four Years Later-


“Newt! Come on we’re going to miss the train!” You called to your boyfriend as he scurried down the platform, his ridiculous blue coat and Hufflepuff scarf flapping in the wind.

“I’m coming! I’m coming don’t leave without me!” He finally caught up to you and the luggage, sweat visibly forming under his curly brown bangs.

You couldn’t help the smile widening across your face.

“And he crosses the finish line with two minutes to spare!” you exclaim, lifting his arm in the air in a display of victory.

“Stop that, people are looking” he blushed as he pulled his arm back down, looking around at the many pairs of eyes resting on the two of you.

“Oh that’s probably because of your ridiculous blue coat. I begged you not to buy that, you’re going to stick out of Japan like a sore thumb” you thumb the sleeve of his new woolen garb. He then proceeded to pout and rub his arm self consciously.

“I thought it looked dashing”

You reach for his shoulders and raise yourself onto your toes, planting a small kiss on his cheek.

“Of course you look dashing, I was only teasing. Besides, you’ll match the Occamies”

He scoffed, averting his eyes from you to the newly arrived train, a blush forming around his freckles.

“I doubt we’ll find any.”

“Nonsense, I bet we’ll even find an entire family with your luck!” His eyes suddenly brightened with a sense of recognition.

“Well that sounds familiar. Didn’t you say that to me four years ago when you were cramming like mad for a portions test?” You nod, blushing like an idiot.

Oh, you remember that night.

“Yes, I recall you gave me a kiss that night and gushed about our future.”

“Something like that…” he trailed off, staring off into the distance like he was remembering something. Your placed your hand under his chin, tilting his face down to meet your gaze, and you smiled so wide your eyes crinkled at the sides.

“I remember you said we would go to Japan together. Little did you know ‘together’ meant more that you thought”

“Little did I know…” he repeated, his eyes filled with something you couldn’t describe with anything but love.

“Now come on love, we have a train to catch”

The Universe and You

Sorry I’m late because of who I am as a person. Here’s my Write-A-Thon Day One aka AU Day!

AU: High School Sweethearts

Pairing: John Laurens x Reader

Word Count: 3136

TW: Break-ups, angst, fighting


“You’d love the city, (Y/N).” You smiled, looking at the city sights around you. You remembered the day he’d told you that like it was yesterday. You’d sworn he was wrong.

“I have everything I need right here, babe. I don’t ever need to leave Charleston. It’s got all the city I need.” He’d laughed at you, shaking his head.

“You need to get out of your head, (Y/N).” You’d spoken in unison, knowing exactly what he was going to say before he said it. He’d said it so many times before.

You didn’t realize how much you’d miss him saying it until he wasn’t anymore.

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Heartstrings - Part 2 (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader)

A/N: So I’ve been awful and not writing anything good enough to post until now. I hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 3,415

Triggers: None

Part 1

Masterlist

The next few months were spent helping Lac create music to Lin’s words. The three of you would have extra meetings to get things done in time for rehearsals, most of which would be in Lin’s apartment late at night. Normally you would sit close to Lin, letting him sing while you and Lac figured out if the song needed anything else, such as extra instruments in certain places, or if it needed to be stripped down. You would chime in whenever you had an idea, and were growing used to the fact that your thoughts were not only being taken seriously, but were being praised and very often incorporated into the final product, For the most part, no matter how long it took to get things just right, it was incredibly enjoyable.

However, sometimes when you were all stuck on what could work with group numbers, Lac would ask you to sing with Lin so he could get a better idea of what would sound good with the harmonies. At first you were hesitant, but the men had encouraged you into it, and really, you loved singing with Lin. Aside from when he was writing, it was one of the few times that he would wear his heart out on his sleeve. Of course you were nowhere near perfect, but it was enough to get an idea of what the song would sound like.

You were also lying if your heart didn’t melt every time Lin sang to you when you were his Eliza. He looked at you with such tenderness that you had slipped up more than once because you had been so focused on him, and not the song. For more than you’d care to admit, you had been falling for the man. You had gone from your small celebrity crush to getting to know him and caring for him as a person and his personality and genius. Spending so much time together had only served to strengthen your respect and affections for him, and you were falling deeper every day.

“Okay that’s it for me tonight,” Lac said as he got up from the piano bench.

“Tired already?” Lin teased.

“It’s midnight and we have rehearsal tomorrow at 9am. I’m just being smart.”

You grinned and rolled your eyes as he patted your head as he passed your spot on the floor.

“Don’t stay up too late, you crazy kids,” he winked, causing you to laugh.

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Age gap

Prompt: What about a headcanon of Chris dating a younger person? oh! or going to Disney World with him.

A/N: THANK YOU, for challenging me like this. I needed that. There you go, I hope you like it. Keep sending requests :)

Warnings: fluff, a little angs, age gap, bad words.

——-

Chris and I had been dating for over seven months. And our fights didn’t include his job or mine. Just the fucking age gap. Today was one of those days were that little and stupid thing made us go nuts and not in the nice, corny and sweet way. He was mad.

“Are you kidding me?” I asked him putting my hand in my hips.

“No, y/n, you’re young I get that, you like to go out and have fun with your friends. Your friends that have your same age.” I sighed.

“You know that you can come with me, I love when you come and join me, baby” I made my way towards him and I hugged him, I tried to kiss him but he was so tense.

“I… we, can find something else to do together. I don’t want to be the old man that just goes there and stands there and doesn’t get any of your young jokes…Maybe I’m getting old” he hugged me for a few seconds to add “I love you, have fun” he kissed my forehead and left my apartment.

“What? Wait, Chris…” I tried to reach him. But he turned around and sighed.

“Baby, please. Just text me when you come back home, please?” I nodded and saw the white door closing.

As a girlfriend, I was supposed to know him, right? Well, I did. And I knew that the age gap was always going to be an issue for us, but lately felt worst. His thirties versus my twenties.

I loved him more than anything in the world and I wanted him being part of my world. But he was right, there was a different atmosphere, with his friends, our friends and my friends.

It was killing me that he had that absurd idea of him being old, but for now, I needed to give him his space.

But also, I think there’s something else I could do.

——-

“Chris” I murmured. He was sleeping. He was so fucking handsome, how could even consider he was old?! I mean, he’s like… breathtaking, amazing, funny… perfect. I laid next to him and started to wave his messy hair.

“Mhm?” he opened his eyes and half smiled. “Baby?” I kissed his nose, he incorporated and sat I leaned and kissed him.

“Good morning”

“Well, it’s not morning yet” he spoke looking at the clock “what are you doing here? I don’t mind, but’s everything ok?” he was that man, caring and sweet.

“Yes, we’re going on a trip, I just needed to wake you up. And it’s not an option, love. We are going.”

“Can I, at least, ask where?” I denied with my head and kissed him.

“No, it’s a surprise. You have ten minutes to shower, I’ll help you packing. Go, now” I ordered. He sprawled in the bed and I rolled my eyes.

“We can stay here, in bed. And I could kiss you and you could kiss me back” he added. His propose was very convincing, but not right now.

“No, move your young and awesome ass from bed” his head showed from the covers with that funny look “Please?”

“Just because you said please, boss” I smiled and kissed him.

“Come on, hurry, love!”

———

“Let me see if I understand? You didn’t let me watch since we got to the airport, neither when we got to the plane and you’re not going to let me sneak when we land?” I kissed him.

“Yes”

“You’re so mean! I don’t wike it.”

“How can you say that you’re old when you act like your four-year-old nephew?”

————-

We got to the place. The air was warm. I spent the night making calls, asking for favors in my job and exchanging as well. But it was worth it, here we were. I used my tiptoes. I kissed him and removed the blindfold.

“Where do you think we are?” I asked him before removing it completely, if he didn’t guess I’d probably punch him. There was all that noise that I couldn’t control, even the photoflashes and the smell of THIS place.

“I think we’re on set?” I laughed.

“Surprise! We’re on Disneyland” I yelled.

“What the fuck! Y/N, this is great, what…? Why…?” he stopped talking and rose me from the ground, making me spin in the air. When he put me down, he kissed me.

“Well, I thought that I needed to bring you to the place where you can feel young and maybe younger. In Disney, doesn’t matter your age, if you or me, are older, we can feel like kids again”

“But we can do things of grown ups too” he said while he put his arms around my waist.

“Like…?”

“Like kissing you and saying that I love you” he leaned and placed his lips against mine.

“I love you, Chris, I love you, not your age, not…” he put his index finger in my lips.

“Shhh! Let’s enjoy today” I nodded and started to walk. Suddenly he grabbed my arm and turned me back.

“I love you, thank you, baby. I… love you”. And that’s how you melt a heart in one second. He held my hand and made our way to the entrance.

vangoghblock  asked:

Can you explain your writing process? Like how much planning goes into each scene and if you make some sort of outline before actually writing?

I have a rough plan that I write before a single word of the fic gets written that outlines the main plot points of every chapter that is flexible based on how things develop as the fic progresses. I have a notes page where I write any snippets of scenes or dialogue that come to me after that that fit into a certain chapter that hasn’t been written yet. Then when I need to write a chapter I sit down and write out a rough draft that outlines the events and dialogue in detail but without description or anything. Then I sit down and write that chapter. It will usually take me between 1-3 hours to plan a chapter properly before I can even think about writing it

NEED TO SHOUT OUT SOMETHING!

Hi guys. I just want to thank everyone who has stuck around with my blog. Thank you for following me too. 

I am a huge fan of the Rick and Morty series, I am willing to get into other fandoms too like Gravity Falls or Back To The Future etc. I want to know if there is anyone that would like to personally know me, I would actually like to make friends.

I want to tag all of my followers and spread the word.

@pinkprincesspatrick @brendapaco0019 @radiohack. @co11ar @totalrandocomics @electric-era @friendlyfoxfire @thegreatlordbrain @rickandmortysquanch @mechanrickal-heart @alexthehellartist @plentyofroom @maverick-king-sigma @emotions-in-reverse @sicksickrick @rickphilia @multimuse-morty @tanookitheraccoon @tiirabird @iluvcandychocolate @chaospossum @kiana-jeager @irisprismmlp @1880s-rick-and-morty @black-hole-bby @skrz777 @ricksmorties @imaihanako @solitary-umbrella-boy @schwifty-sins @adhdkillsbadvibes @shattertheblacknight @rick-exe @izzyfizzyart @piratekingscooby @mortthedork @hoodie-kid @shitpostingrick @dialgatronbendingrodriguez @leafaprilgreen

the major Game of Thrones houses as notorious fandoms/groups

House Stark - Spirk - You follow the old gods, you get an old fandom.

House Targaryen - Superwholock - This house has a flair for the dramatic and bringing different people together.

Arthur Dayne - The Onceler - Appears when least expected, will never really die–is, can, and will be shipped with everyone/everything.

House Karstark - MARVEL - A strong, powerful house that apparently has no women or lgbt people and doesn’t make the best choices.

House Baelish - Killing Stalking - Do I need to explain this?

House Tyrell - Yuri On Ice - Appeared out of nowhere, made everything gay and beautiful, disappeared again suddenly. 

House Baratheon - Memes - Get it? Because, you know, all memes die eventually. Also, the only remaining Baratheon is an actual meme–forever rowing. Plus, come on, the Stannis the Mannis thing that happened for 2 minutes.

House Martell - SJWs - “YOU raped her, YOU murdered her, YOU killed her children!” Very passionate, just want peace and justice. Also loves sneks.

House Lannister - Game of Thrones - A good many elitist roleplayers, but many roleplayers with a good heart too. Occasionally, accidentally lets a cult take over the community. 

House Arryn - Star Wars - Much like the film Star Wars, we thought Arryn was gone until it showed up to Battle of the Bastards and proved what a Force™ the house was. Also the Vale might as well be outer fucking space.

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•02/26/17•

It’s so hard to get used to different culture and make friends 😪 I can’t help but ask myself: “What is wrong with me?”, “Why am I like this?”, “Am I that weird?”

We always say “Be different” and “Stay weird” but in reality it sucks to be different from others and not fitting in. I really hope things will get better because I’m tired of feeling weird and left out ;_; Can we all just be a little nicer to each other? 

I’m writing this at 4am as I’m listening to my spotify playlist for when I feel hopeless and planning instead of writing essay on how I am different :’(

I really didn’t want to have negativity in my feed but this is how I really feel. Pleeaase send me your warm words and virtual hugs because I really need them right now

Tomorrow I am actually going to set an alarm and get up earlier in order to sort out my eating. I will not keep pushing meals and snacks later and later in the day out of fear and I will not deny my body the food that is needs. Waking up earlier and eating breakfast will not make me ‘lose control’; nothing bad will happen. I am not an ‘exception’ to the ‘rules’ of recovery/life; I need to treat myself like I would any other person. It’s time to stop talking and start acting. Nothing will ever change if my actions do not follow the words. Tomorrow I will keep my distractions close, and I will keep reminding myself of why I need to do this NOW; not ‘tomorrow’ or ‘next week’ or ‘next month’. There really is no such thing as the ‘perfect’ time to change; anorexia will never want me to recover, it will never want to let me go; the only time is NOW. I need to do this.

first (huang renjun)

huang renjun 

awkward fluff/ word count: 1022

thank you for requesting anon! i hope you like it, this really made me cringe omg.


Originally posted by soysulli

you mentally counted down along with the clock as the bell rang for lunch. 

“finally!! today was such a long day,” you commented to your friend who was sitting next to you 

“ugh, i know. let’s get to lunch, i need to get out of a classroom” 

you laughed but turned a light pink as you spotted you crush looking at you with a small smile. 

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anonymous asked:

hello! I've read one of your Overwatch fanfiction ( Striptease) and I really love it! May I ask you, if I don't sound rude, if you're going to finish it?

Hello! (For some reason my app does not tell me when I have asks so I don’t know how long ago you asked this… sorry!) 

I am going to finish it! I’m just in quite the big slump at the moment. I won’t allow myself to let Striptease go unfinished. I have a plan for the chapter, have it outlined and everything, I just need to get into the right headspace to put the words down.

I’m very aware that the longer it takes, I’m sure more people will forget about my fic and maybe not be as invested, and I’m also so grateful to people like you who are waiting so patiently and are slowly helping build up my muse again. 

Please stick with me until I get out of my rut. Thank you dearly for your support and love!

anonymous asked:

Stop writing gay characters. Stop using gay characters to carry out your fetishes. Stupid white ass person. Stop appropriating cultures and races that aren't yours to make yourself feel good. Get off your fat salty ass and productive. Stop whining and actually do something for society. Stop saying what others should do. Your type are the real reverse Nazis and cancer to society. Get a life.

I sent this to myself

anonymous asked:

I think it's kind of rich that you're dogging Hux/Kylux when until you got a few more fans, the Kylux fandom was the main way that Finnrey content was being spread. I mean, I get it, Hux is evil, he only said two words, etc etc, but when Kylux fandom was useful to you you never had any complaints but now that you feel like you don't need us anymore, the claws come out.

i’ve never really had a problem with kyIux shippers because they tend to stay in their lane more often than not and yeah, some of the early comics were kind of funny, but i’ve always had issues with the ship itself and how it humanizes and woobifies characters who are high ranking members of a fascist organization.

when a character with barely over 3 minutes of screen time, that jj abrams, a jewish man, wrote specifically as a nazi parallel, ends up being the most popular character from a film whose main leads are a black man, a woman, and a latino man…well then it’s a problem that’s clearly reflective of the racism (and a touch of misogyny tbh) prevalent in this fandom and deserves to be called out.

Hit Me Like A Ray Of Sun

“Bitty. Holy fuck.”

Bitty’s eyes fly open.

Ransom is only an inch from his face.

“Wake up, Bits.”

Bitty groans and holds onto the blankets but Ransom gets a good grip on them and rips them all off at once.

“Justin Oluransi I swear if you don’t let me sleep I’m never making pie for you again. I mean it. I need my rest. I was up late studying.”

Ransom snorts.

“I was to studying.” He only talked to Jack for ten minutes. Fifteen tops. “And if you don’t let me sleep for the remaining 25 minutes that I am allowed I am taking every single piece of dessert that I make here and bringing it to the LAX house. You’re going to ruin it for everyone.”

“Jeeze,” Ransom says with a roll of his eyes. “So dramatic. Just like your boyfriend.”

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The Major Misunderstanding Between Yuri and Viktor

I’m just going to get this one out of the way now: Viktor and Yuri are NOT going to break up and no one can convince me otherwise!

Okay, with that out of the way… This show has been setting up a major misunderstanding since episode one. 

Yuri doesn’t think he can hold onto Viktor, and Viktor has no intention of ever leaving Yuri’s side.

Yuri and Viktor are a fantastically portrayed couple: They respect each other, and support each other, and sometimes it feels they don’t even need words to understand each other. Even when they fight they use good communication, and are considerate of the other’s feelings. But we already had one major misunderstanding between them revealed last episode: That Viktor fell in love with Yuri first, Yuri was the one who asked Viktor to come to Japan and be his coach in the first place, that Yuri didn’t remember any of it, and Viktor didn’t know Yuri didn’t remember any of it.

It’s already been established that despite how wonderful their relationship is, there is a significant lack of proper communication on some very important fronts: 

  1.  When Yuri actually plans to retire.
  2.  Whether or not Viktor actually wants to return to skating in the first place.

Yuri has already made his decision regarding the first point as of episode 9, and has not informed Viktor yet. 

And I’m convinced Viktor has known the answer to the second point since episode 9 as well, but has yet to actually voice it to anyone.

These conversations have been avoided up till now, but they have to happen eventually. They can’t be avoided forever. And I think this is what Yuri’s line sets up at the end of episode 11: The resolution of this huge misunderstanding that has been building since episode one. 

Viktor has no intention to leave Yuri’s side. No matter if Yuri retires or not.

With the development we’ve had in their relationship since episode 7, especially with the airport scene in episode 9 and the ring exchange in episode 10, it’s become obvious that Viktor has no intentions of leaving Yuri. Ever. Yuri is home to him now. In episode 4, he becomes nostalgic for the beach in the only city he’d ever called home, St Petersburg. But in episode 10 it’s Hasetsu’s beach that he’s reminded of.

Viktor no longer identifies home with Russia. Hatsetsu with Yuri is home for him, now. It’s only been 8 months, but Viktor has finally found a place that he belongs, where he is accepted as the man he is and not the man people expect him to be, a place that he feels free. And that place is with Yuri. In episode 9, he was miserable just being apart from Yuri for 48 hours. And it seems to solidify for him that he doesn’t want to part from Yuri again, that home is with this Japanese ball-of-anxiety on skates.

So no matter what Yuri is about to say to him at the end of episode 11, there is no way I see Viktor letting him walk away for good. Viktor, and Yuri too, are in way too deep. Those rings symbolize something very profound and meaningful for them as evidenced by the attention they receive from the animators, and the kissing of the rings before Yuri’s SP. They’re both emotionally invested in whatever they have together, and I doubt Viktor is going to let Yuri be a martyr - if that is what Yuri is planning. 

But Viktor still hasn’t told any of this to Yuri. We know this from his voice-overs, but none of this has been voiced aloud to any character on the show.

Yuri doesn’t think he can hold onto Viktor indefinitely.

Not once in this entire series has Viktor ever expressed any desire to leave Yuri or go back to skating. However, Yuri still feels like he’ll have to give Viktor up eventually even when he is out to prove his love for Viktor to the world and even though he has expressly stated he wants to hold onto Viktor. 

 Yuri decided in episode 9 that he was going to retire after this GPF and:

But his train of thought is cut off by a flying kick from Yurio. We don’t get the end of this thought. And… what? The implication is “and he’ll leave Yuri to go back to Russia and competition”. Yuri has decided that no matter the outcome of this GPF he’s retiring after it’s over, and that Viktor will go back to Russia even though we have no indication from Viktor that this is actually something he wants. Even though he asks Viktor to coach him until his retirement Yuri has yet to tell Viktor his true intentions. Yuri has spent the better part of this season fighting to demonstrate his love for Viktor to the world, and has expressly said that he wants to hold on to Viktor. But he doesn’t think he can. 

A repeated theme this series has been Yuri assuming that after the season is over, Viktor will go back to Russia and competing even though we have nothing from the man in question suggesting that is the case. 

We know what Yuri thinks of the situation, but we only get hints of what Viktor thinks. 

We never get to know what exactly Viktor was planning to say here. Only that he is pleasantly surprised when Yuri asks him to stay, and implies that he never wants to leave. So we can extrapolate from there what Viktor might have decided to retire as coach and stay by Yuri’s side as something more. But I don’t have much evidence for this, it’s pure conjecture.

Anyways, Yuri has convinced himself that Viktor wants to go back to skating, or at least that Viktor should go back to skating, once the GPF is over despite not ever having discussed this with Viktor himself.

Viktor actually doesn’t want to go back to competing.

Viktor Nikiforov is dead. He’s not coming back to competing. He’s discovered life, and love with Yuri in Japan, he has no reason to go back to competing.

Let’s discuss the part of episode 11 that I think demonstrates this: Viktor watching the competition from the stands.

First, there is Yurio’s performance which is introduced like this:

Russia’s “next generation”. He’s Viktor’s successor, and he’s doing a kickass job at it already. This scene: Yurio’s record breaking SP, Viktor watching from the stands,

Yakov seeing a young Viktor in Yurio

It’s set up as a “passing of the baton” moment, or at least that was the vibe I got from this scene. It shows that Viktor isn’t necessary anymore, he’s not missed as much. There are new, younger, talented skaters to take his place and carry the baton for Russia. Yurio’s got this. And I think it needs to be pointed out that this is reflected int he fact that the reporters aren’t flocking all over him this time around asking if he’ll be returning. People aren’t harassing him about coming back anymore. He’s able to slip away from the cameras to watch his successor skate without anyone noticing, even Yuri. 

This scene of Viktor watching Yurio has a melancholic vibe. It feels like we’re watching an era end in real time. It’s like Viktor watching “the death of Viktor Nikiforov” play out before him on the ice. But after Yurio’s program finishes, and Yuri finds him in the stands, this rest of Viktor watching the competitors skate doesn’t strike me as one where Viktor is anxious to get back out onto the ice and reclaim his crown. 

The announcers ask this question while we get to see the answer: How does Viktor Nikiforov feel about watching from the stands?

He’s smiling. He seems okay with it. He does’t seem anxious. He’s cheering on his old rivals, and looking like he’s enjoying being a spectator. I only took one screen shot for the sake of the length of this post, but this entire scene after watching Yurio’s performance, Viktor is smiling. They’re more muted than usual, like he’s watching something that makes him a little sad, but happy all the same. Like watching something you love grow, and evolve, and change from what you once knew, but for the better. The skating world doesn’t need him anymore, but he doesn’t look full of regret, or like he’s itching to get back out there into the spotlight. He looks content.

And this is probably why:

Viktor has found a new strength with Yuri in Japan. He has experienced a whole new world, full of new emotions, and life, and love, by becoming Yuri’s coach and cheering him on from the sidelines. He gets visibly excited watching Yuri, 

he can’t contain himself and even jumps along with Yuri,

 and gets upset along with Yuri when Yuri fails. 

and this is his reaction to the prospect of seeing Yuri land a quad-flip in competition:

He feels an emotional connection when Yuri skates. He is invested in this performance, something he’s probably only felt for his own programs. This is something he’s never experienced before becoming Yuri’s coach. 

This, for me, demonstrates that Viktor is content with staying on the sidelines and not competing. I don’t see this, as some have suggested, as evidence that Vitkor wants to be back out on the ice in Yuri’s place. I see this as Viktor getting so wrapped up in Yuri’s performance and excited he literally cannot contain himself. I do something similar when I watch sports, even if I don’t play the sport. I jump up and do the “force hand wave” trying to influence the direction of the ball. Viktor’s actions here, in my opinion, more closely resemble that. Like a dance mom doing the routine in front of the stage, not like a man who wants to get back into the game himself. He’s probably more excited watching Yuri than he ever was performing. Viktor described his career as a shackle around his neck. Competing, and skating, isn’t something he desires anymore. He’s been freed from his chains, from the high stress life of competing, and has found pure happiness in something new: coaching and being with Yuri.

This line from Lilia is pretty poignant, I think.

Yuri’s love is what sustains Viktor now, not his love of skating, or his fans, or surprising people. Yuri’s love has reinvigorated him. And he understands that. Especially after episode 9. He is shining brightly here coaching Yuri, as himself and not the idol. He is showing real, deep emotions and he looks so damn…happy.

Viktor Nikiforov the idol is dead, and that’s okay. Because Viktor the human being has found a new life to live, and a new love to sustain him, one where he’s not bound by the pressure to surprise the world each season, or be perfect. One with Yuri. And I can’t see him giving that up for anything.

The Miscommunication

Yuri spends most of episode 11 watching Viktor’s reactions and progressively growing more anxious by what he sees. I believe that this is because Yuri isn’t interpreting Viktor’s reactions correctly, as he is coming from a place where he assumes that he cannot hold onto Viktor forever. Instead of seeing Viktor as calm and content as well as solemn, he is seeing Viktor as only being contemplative, and regretful.

Like in episode 9, we don’t get the end to this thought. But Yuri looks upset. He’s probably interpreting Viktor’s reactions as evidence of Viktor wanting to go back skating and competing against the likes of Chris, and Yurio, when there is nothing there to suggest such a thing. Again, Viktor is smiling that soft smile. He doesn’t really look like he regrets his choices. Yuri is interpreting Viktor’s reactions incorrectly because Viktor hasn’t told Yuri he has no intention to leave. Viktor probably figures it’s so obvious he doesn’t need to. On multiple occasions he has implied he wants to stay with Yuri forever, and that he would marry Yuri. But Yuri still thinks he’s going to have to give Viktor up. 

And Viktor doesn’t know that Yuri is planning to retire after the final. He probably thinks they’re going to finish out the season together, at least. That there might be another year, or two of Yuri competing and Viktor being his coach. He might suspect Yuri’s retirement could be sooner than later, but Yuri hasn’t told him his plans yet. So he doesn’t feel the need to be more explicit in his desire to stay for good.

But Yuri is still that little ball of anxiety, even if he is more confident in his choices on the ice he obviously isn’t when it comes to being able to keep Viktor. No matter how big he talked about how he was going to show the world only he knew Viktor’s love, or how he wanted to hold onto Viktor for good, he still doesn’t think he can. Like in episode 7, where he admits that he still asks himself if Viktor secretly want to quit even though he knows those fears are irrational, and that Viktor doesn’t want to go anywhere. That’s the scourge of anxiety: Even fears you know have no basis in reality can eat away at you, and cause you to interpret things in the most negative light. So he has convinced himself that Viktor wants to go back to skating, even if part of him knows that to be untrue. And that’s only reinforced by the fact that Viktor has never come out and explicitly said otherwise.

This miscommunication was going to have to be resolved sooner or later, it’s been set up as early as episode 2, and it looks like the writers saved the resolution for the finale. And I see this conversation going one of two ways:

1) Viktor finally tells Yuri what he’s been alluding to in his voice-overs: that he doesn’t want to go back to skating and he’d much rather stay next to Yuri for good and they go back to Japan together regardless of Yuri’s retirement.

2) Yuri convinces Viktor to go back to skating for one more season, and either they compete against each other on the same playing field like Yuri always wanted, while remaining “rival husbands” or Yuri does retire and Viktor moves his home rink to Japan so Yuri can be his emotional support/source of inspiration.

Honestly, I think the first option is more convincing. But maybe that’s just me. Either way, we’ll be getting a happy ending. Because that’s the kind of show this is. This show isn’t a tragedy, it’s not a tear-jerker. It’s a story about love, and how embracing it makes you stronger. 

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ariana grande throughout 2016; “If you’re going to rave about how sexy a male artist looks with his shirt off, and a woman decides to get in her panties or show her boobies for a photo shoot, she needs to be treated with the same awe and admiration. I will say it until I’m an old-ass lady with my tits out at Whole Foods. I’ll be in the produce aisle, naked at 95, with a sensible ponytail, one strand of hair left on my head and a Chanel bow. Mark my words. See you there with my 95 dogs.”

A Lesson in Following Through

Alright, everyone likes to do something new, but there are certain rules to writing. And you can ignore these rules all you want but then you run the high risk of getting called out on for bad writing. Which I’m going to have to do here. These rules exist for a reason. 

If you put a gun on a wall, it needs to be shot at some point.

If you have a character getting shot as a cliffhanger to an episode, then the next episode needs to engage and explain what happened, not gloss over it.

If one character gives another character a secret letter, that letter needs to come back into play, whether the written words are revealed or not.

If your own characters reference a relationship over and over again, that relationship needs to be addressed fairly and accurately.

If a character makes a decision, that decision needs to be acted upon.

If one character beats another half to death, that beating needs to be addressed and dealt with. 

If you address a character as a child over and over again you can’t suddenly ignore that and make them an adult.

If you decide to write a baby into the show, that baby has to serve the plot and do more than just essentially get her own mother killed

If a character gets shot in the chest by another character than that’s needs to be addressed in a realistic and believable manner.

If you state in your show what it’s like to be shot by a gun, then you follow through on your own set of rules if any other shootings happen in the show.

If you say a character needs romantic entanglement to be fulfilled, you need to have romantic entanglement for that character or address why it isn’t happening.

If a character is chained to the bottom of a well, don’t let him be pulled up by a rope.

If two characters end up in the middle of an explosion, they have to have injuries and repercussions.

If you explicitly state themes in your own writing, stick to these themes.