howbout some au headcanons of Viktor as a famous stage actor-turned-director and Yuuri as an aspiring actor
Viktor was totally a child star and is still known for the roles he played back then, some even more so than the recent roles he’s played
As a child he played roles in broadway musicals but as an adult he’s mostly really been in plays
at 27 he has played countless roles on stage and has so many tonys for them people have lost count
Viktor hasn’t told anyone but he really wants to direct something, take a break from acting
Yuuri and his best bud Phichit have been aspiring actors since their early teens
They often audition for the same thing and never fail to support each other even if one got a role that the other wanted really badly
Yuuri’s inspiration for acting is Viktor Nikiforov of course, and Minako has been his voice teacher since he was a boy
Unlike Viktor, Yuuri and Phichit are musical theater actors. Yuuri’s voice is a little fuller than Phichits, having had more classical training, but Phichit’s voice has its own appeal of course
On a day they let Viktor’s understudy go on for him, Viktor finds himself at an off-broadway theater, buys a ticket to the show, and it seems to be a show that has been growing a bit of a name already
It’s during this show that he discovers Yuuri, a gorgeous Japanese actor with a rich, lovely voice, but Viktor is disappointed because Yuuri’s not playing a lead or major role or anything
Even then, Viktor is absolutely captivated, he thinks Yuuri’s a better actor than anyone there onstage
And Viktor confronts Yuuri right after the show and blurts out “I wanna direct a musical with you as the lead role” and Yuuri is so surprised because it’s VIKTOR NIKIFOROV but also tries to be professional so he asks what the musical is about and
Phichit, of course, gets a pic of Yuuri’s beet-red face and answers for Yuuri, saying “sure, just as long as I get a part too”
And Viktor just says DONE and well
Viktor doesn’t realize at that moment that making a musical takes years, and he’s not as well-versed in musicals himself, but he knows, he KNOWS he is willing to put in the time, effort, research, anything, to make Yuuri shine in the lead role he fully deserves
So you wanna study, but somehow the mood just isn’t right. Maybe try these? Pick your favorite, or do one each day of the week!
The Classy: Green tea, classical string quartets, reading articles in a park.
Great for when you need to read 120 pages of something. It’s way nicer to read when you’re in a nice place!
The Hipster: Coffee, jazz, writing summaries of the material in a coffee shop.
You’ll look very cosmopolitan, with all your notes in front of you. Make sure your summaries are coherent though, and you’re not too busy looking great to study well.
The Grad Student: Wine/sparkling cider, Adele, writing papers, curled up in blankets in bed.
Papers are easiest for me to write when I’m comfortable. If I feel a little fancy at the same time, so much the better.
The Focuser: Cold water, nature sounds, taking practice tests in a sunlight place.
The best way to study for a test is to take a test. The best way to kill test-anxiety is to take a practice test and feel calm while you do it. This is a great way to feel calm and prepared when you do a practice test, and that leads to a better actual test.
The Party-er: Energy drink, dubstep, drilling flashcards on the floor.
Flashcards for me are a speed thing. If I’m drilling them, my goal is to know those definitions as fast as possible. Caffeine and fast music raise my heart rate, and sitting on the floor gives me room to spread out the cards however I need to.
The Morning Person: Orange juice, early American hymns, transcribing notes at your desk.
Not necessarily done during the morning! Orange juice helps keep you alert without making you open to distraction, and old American hymns just make me feel happy, so putting them together helps make transcribing a better time.
The Finals Prepper: Black tea, folk music, interleaving any/all of the above, at the library.
This can be done whenever, and is especially useful for just keeping yourself up to speed.
Don’t worry about doing any of these exactly, these are just moods! Mix and match parts of them, make your own, whatever. I’d recommend choosing one or two moods that work really well for you and then doing them consistently, just to really get in the habit.
➭ “Kim Seokjin is everything you don’t want in a man. Cocky, full of himself and oh so annoying. And that’s what makes him the perfect fuck buddy. Because it’s not like you could ever see him as anything more than a heartless player… right?”
pairing: seokjin x reader genre: smut, fuckboy!au wordcount: 11k
Yep. Yep I needed to post these.
Paramedic/Hospital!au of my darlings from my last post. Like I said, I’ve been watching too much ER and Sirens and any other show similar.
Miroku and InuYasha work as paramedics, Sango works closely with them as a cop (while simultaneously fighting off Miroku’s advances and coffee breaks), and Kagome works as a nurse in one of the main hospitals that they transport patients to (and gets all cute and cuddly with a half demon paramedic when she isn’t busy saving lives in the emergency room.)
*Warning: Do not drink unless you don’t mind accumulating major medical issues and probably brain damage. When drinking this coffee, use caution, and pray it does not burn through your esophagus and devour you from the inside out. Do not drink if you are younger than 15 years old, have any health problems (besides no spleen. I don’t have one and I drink this anyway so it should be fine, but if you’re a normal person with no spleen then I wouldn’t recommend this, just in case), take medication, are pregnant, have a low caffeine tolerance, are not a hardened vigilante, know Alfred and might tell him about this semi-fatal cup of coffee I drink regularly, or wish to live a long life*
*Side effects include: Either a good caffeine boost for the day or a coma. There is no in between.
• Extremely strong Death Wish coffee grounds
• A few flakes of salt (to ensure you’re bitter enough to face the world)
• Three drops of hot sauce (to strengthen your pain tolerance)
• A few caffeine tablets (for maximum caffeination)
• Make a pot of coffee with the grounds and Redbull instead of water
• Pour into a large mug (for best results, invest in a giant mug that fits multiple cups of coffee to enhance the experience)
• Take everything else and mix it all in until the coffee looks just a little poisonous (I assure you it’s not as deadly as it looks. I drink this twice a day and I turned out alright)
• **Do not add milk (this coffee must be black as your soul)**
Something I’ve noticed is that when Ignis drives the car is very active and lively where as when Noctis drives everyone is still and not very talkitive which makes me believe Noctis doesn’t have too much experience driving so everyone is calm so he can focus
“So you and Jack, huh?”
“That’s awesome Bits”
“Thanks Lardo. You have no idea how good it feels to finally tell someone.”
“We would have told you sooner–”
“Bitty, my dude, don’t worry. I get it. I’m just so happy for you and Jack.”
“You’re the best you know?”
“Yeah, I know 😌”
Everyone sees the world in black and white until they meet their soulmate. But James works in a coffee shop, and every time he sees colour there’s an annoying customer there too (AKA a coffee shop and soulmate au fic in one because i have no chill).
“One frozen mocha to go!”
It’s second nature to him now, as quick and easy as breathing. In one swift movement, James grabs hold of the milk carton, ready to pour it into the blender. He hears the door to the cafe open, a chilly breeze ruthlessly following a handful of students who scrabble inside as it begins to rain.
It’s then that it happens. The milk drops to the floor as he stares, perplexed, at the colour of his hand. It’s like the weight of an avalanche crumbles on top of him, an invisible weight pressing hard on his shoulders. Before he even realises, his legs are like jelly and he’s falling.
“James? Are you alright?” a voice asks.
He feels a hand pressed against his back, the sound of someone’s concerned voice muffled against his ear. He tries to say something, but all he can manage is an intense gasp for air as his legs shake once more.
He can see.
Not that he couldn’t before… but he can see.
Colours are everywhere, blinding and intense. They’re beautiful, so vibrant that it’s making his head spin.
He’s staring at white tiles, chestnut coloured cabinets. It feels like he’s on fire and, more than anything, he wishes he could stand, to just look around the place to see who is making him like this.
Of course, he’s read the stories like everyone else. Lullabies that dated back long before they even had a name. Fairy-tales of people who, like everyone else, saw the world in a lens, the colour of life squeezed out. There was only one person who could help to retrieve that colour back into your life.
James blinks, his heart now slowing to a calm, even beat. He breathes in deeply, relishing the peaceful feeling that washes over him. The owner of the hand speaks again and rubs the place between his shoulder blades tentatively, asking if he needs an ambulance.
He shakes his head, finally looking up at Remus.
“Can you stand?” Remus asks, taking hold of James’ shaking hand and pulling him to his feet. He wobbles for a split second and reaches out to grasp hold of the counter with both arms. His fingers grip onto the support for dear life.
He swallows, a nauseating bubble rippling throughout his intestines and threatening to shoot up his throat. He breathes in, counting to ten. Slow and easy, he finally manages to pull his eyes away from the wooden counter and cautiously glances around cafe.
The colours are dazzling; blues, reds, greens, all different shades and intensities. They’re all so vivid and intense that it feels like the ground’s shaking beneath him. The place is heaving with students, all wet due to the unexpected stormy April shower and James tries to look at as many as he can, searching desperately for someone who seems just as unsettled and surprised as him.
Everyone seems normal. How can that be? Colour’s just flown into every crevice of their being… and they don’t care?
There are too many voices, people ordering, grabbing their coffees and other beverages and talking aimlessly with one another. Amidst the chatter and the whirring noises from the coffee machines, the sound of the door opening reaches his ears. A freezing wind enters, the chilly kind that makes the hairs on his arms stand up on edge.
And then, just like that, his world is drained of colour.
if youre up for AUs, a friend and i came up with this: college AU where Taako and his buds (Merle and Magnus) decide to play with a ouija board and accidentally summon Kravitz who Taako inevitably falls in love with
It’s a dark and stormy night, which is precisely what Taako doesn’t need.
There are, he’s decided, one too many puddles in this parking lot worthy of Great Lake status. He’s forced to wade through one just getting to the curb, which soaks his wedges through and kicks up rainwater in his wake. Just as he makes it to the safety of the building’s overhang, lightning splits the sky, followed by a deafening crack of thunder. Taako yanks his hat over his head, which really doesn’t do anything because, like him, it’s thoroughly waterlogged, and leans on the buzzer.
A familiar voice crackles through the speakers. “Burnsides!”
“It’s fuckin’ negative three and pouring!” he shouts. “Lemme in!”