“Shiro, I swear on my Altean forefathers, if you ask me that again today I will quiznaking lose it— Ah, hello Senator!” Allura smiled with gritted teeth, her voice jumping from a hiss to a welcoming call as they swept across the atrium floor.
Shiro tried for her hand, missing and tugging on the side of her flowing robes. “Think about it- wouldn’t you rather be introduced to this guy as Queen Allura?”
Allura gave him a sidelong glance, biting the inside of her lip to keep from smiling back at his smirk. “As I’ve told you many times, Altean royal titles do not depend on matrimony. I keep it as a sign of respect for my father.”
That was enough to shame him out of the conversation they had already had twice that day. Shiro entwined his fingers with hers, kissing the back of her hand in acquiescence. “Of course, Princess.”
INT. SECOND FLOOR LOUNGE, EAST WING, KATSUKI-NIKIFOROV HOUSE - DAY
Yuuri walks in to find Victor slumped on a couch across the room, his back facing him. Victor’s face is hidden, and the room is filled with boxes and a couple pieces of furniture, including the one that Victor is currently lying on. The lights are off, but the sun is shining brightly. This creates some cool lighting effects, but everyone who watches Keeping Up With the Katsuki-Nikiforovs knows that they are not watching because of any sort of avant-garde film-work. The cameraman wonders curiously what will happen today.
“Vitya, Phichit’s coming.”
“Obviously for pictures, what do you think you’ve been trying on all those looks for?”
“Oh, well Yuuri, darling…”
The cameraman knows that Victor resorts to calling Yuuri darling when he’s a) drunk, b) hungover, c) exhausted, or d) a healthy combination of the three. It seems to be the latter, in this case.
“Victor, what are you…”
“Yuuri, do you know when I woke up?”
“Probably just now, by the looks of it–”
“More than twenty-four hours ago.”
“You didn’t sleep?”
“Chris left at–what time is it?”
“Nine twenty-nine, then. Left at nine twenty-nine. Just now, I mean.”
“I didn’t see him leave.”
“That’s because you got up at an ungodly hour… in the east wing. We were here, in the west.”
“I got up at seven. And this is the east wing.”
The cameraman has been the Katsuki-Nikiforov cameraman for nearly a year now. This house has been lived in by the couple for… nearly two days. TL;DR, says the cameraman in his head, they don’t know shit about this house.
“I’m pretty sure it’s the west–”
“No, Victor, if you look at the sun–”
“The sun hurts my eyes.”
“Yeah, and this house is unnecessarily huge, but that’s not the point–”
“You know what else is unnecessarily huge?”
“Your ego, probably–”
“No, no… want me to show you?”
“I don’t even have the energy to show you, tbh.”
The cameraman notes that Victor says T-B-H out loud. It’s funny in a Russian accent.
“How hungover are you?”
“Somewhat. And sleep deprived.”
Ah, smiles the cameraman. He was right.
“Okay. Do you want us to cancel with Phichit?”
“No, no…” says Victor, weakly waving a hand. “I just need a hydrating mask and a glass of water.”
“Can you turn around to face me?”
“Oh, Yuuri, you’ll see my eyebags and everything–”
“We’re married. I’ve already seen your everything.”
Even the cameraman has seen their everything. In fact, the reason why there is a show in the first place is because everyone in the whole world probably has seen the Katsuki-Nikiforovs’ everything. There was that tape last year, and then there was an incredibly popular TV show, and the cameraman is pretty sure that no more than five minutes had passed in between those two events.
“You haven’t seen my dark soul.”
“Vitya, I swear to god, if you don’t stop repeating everything Yurio says–”
“It doesn’t even make any sense, does it?”
“It really doesn’t.”
Victor finally turns around. The cameraman hopes that he doesn’t break into laughter, because that might shake the camera, and the ratings for the show might go down, and he wouldn’t be paid as much. Although he does get paid a very good amount; the Katsuki-Nikiforovs are scandalous, but they still remain the epitome of generosity.
“Damn it, Victor, why are you still wearing that?”
“The–” Yuuri pauses, sighing loudly. “The makeup from last night. From when you sang Welcome to the Madness for Yurio’s party.”
“I’m still wearing that?”
“Your cheeks are literally striped. It’s worse than the pattern on the jacket Yurio was wearing.”
“They are not.”
“Just go the bathroom and wash it off, Vitya.”
“I think this is from when I was crying last night from Chris’s story.”
“What happened to Chris?”
“He got engaged.”
“Hey, that’s great!”
“Wait, isn’t that a good thing? Why were you crying?”
“I think I was just crying. Chris had some Swiss liquor; I don’t really remember what it was called…”
“You usually get emotional and naked, Victor. I’m surprised.”
“I think these are Chris’s clothes,” says Victor, sniffing them. “I hope he has mine. I liked those jeans. They were custom-made Calvin Klein.”
Victor staggers into the bathroom, rubbing his forehead and bumping into the doorframe. Yuuri rolls his eyes. The cameraman is sure that the viewers can tell that Yuuri loves that elegant Russian man.
//im going to do a little rant about having exclusives which i respect when people chose to, but i just joined a very small fandom with not a lot of roleplayers and i’m now one of two blogs for a character, but since there are lots of blogs with exclusives, i joined and found out that hardly anyone will rp with me because they’ve already got exclusives and that is a really shitty feeling. especially in a very small fandom with not a lot of duplicates
Oh also FUN fact my little brother (16) is quite possibly going to go on his first date BEFORE I do :) and I mean :) it’s not like I’m :) ACTIVELY AVOIDING :) dating :) because people (men) are terrible :) BUT STILL
The stereotypical extremes of male gay behavior are fueled by the same dark force: shame.The inevitable byproduct of growing up gay in a straight man’s world, the experience of shame in childhood and adolescence sends a boy the message that he is other and that he is worthless. To avoid feeling shameful later in life—and even after he is no longer explicitly shamed by his sexuality—a gay man will quietly rage against the memory of this message and strive to excel dramatically to prove it wrong. The stereotypical manifestation of this inner battle is a gay man’s success in the arts, fashion and in his body image; as with all the other forms of beauty, creativity and success, he is hiding behind the facades he creates.
Deaf!Hawkeye blog header. I made his because I got bored and learned how to animate gifs. If you don’t know ASL, the signs say B-L-O-G. I took a year of sign language and still remember the alphabet so the letters should be right. If it isn’t right, please message me so I can fix it. If you use this, and I don’t think anyone will, please credit me.
EDIT: Some lovely people pointed out that the fingers in the B needed to be closer together and that the thumb in the G needed to be parallel with the index finger. The original gif is the top gif and the corrected gif is at the bottom. I posted the original gif a while ago, so my drawing ability has changed. Anyway, enough rambling. Enjoy! And if there are any more mistakes, just give me a heads-up.
University is supposed to be the best time of your life, they said. But
Patsy Mount, doctor in training, can’t seem to shake the public school
girls, the affections of rugby lads, and angry post-it notes in the
kitchen. But most of all, she can’t seem to shake a certain edgy Welsh