mani of the day

anonymous asked:

Are there aus by other authors you really like/wanna read?

Ok ok I promise I’ll make a comprehensive fic rec list at some point,,, I keep meaning to but the issue is I really want to read everything on my to-read list before I make it?? I’m basically waiting for spring break where I will devour All the Fic™

For now though here are just a few AUs that immediately came to my mind that I have loved. I’m probably missing a bunch that will eventually be on my full rec list but you should definitely read these!!!!

  • like your french girls by @ebenroot
    • This is the first YOI fanfic I ever read!!!! Super super cute and is that sort of fic that makes your heart hurt (but like in a good way). Artist AU where Victor is an artist and Yuuri is a skater & his muse.
  • Kings in Couture by @forovnix​ (WIP)
    • Devil Wears Prada AU that ruined my life & cured me of my sins. Victor is Meryl Streep the head of a fashion magazine and Yuuri gets a job there and they’re both enamored with each other from the get go. Ruined my life & will ruin yours too (but in a good way)!
  • Until My Feet Bleed & My Heart Aches by @kazliin​ (WIP)
    • Pretty sure literally everyone in the world has read this by now–Rivals AU where they’re both still figure skaters and Yuuri really, really wants to meet Victor. So good it’ll give you goosebumps!!!
  • lie to me to make me like you by @ablations
    • I started reading this one after it was completed and honestly just had such a good time reading it!!!! It’s adorable & perfect in every possible way. Victor is a retired actor and will go out with anyone who asks him out at the beginning of the month, but all of his relationships seem to inevitably end. Then he meets Yuuri (and as u may guess, everything changes). Honestly this fic just warmed my heart.
  • never tasted rubies by @ebenroot
    • Radio Show AU!!! So good!!! V v funny and made me laugh out loud more times than I can count. Yuuri gets roped into hosting a radio show and a mysterious student on campus keeps calling in. I bet you can’t guess who that student is.
  • Write Me in C Major by @thehobbem​ (WIP)
    • Victor is a figure skater who is lacking inspiration and Yuuri composes music!!! It’s so so so adorable!!! Lots of pining as well which is always, always a good thing. Just makes me very happy to read in general tbh

As for some AUs that have been pulled off of my need-to-read list:

Five things

I was tagged by @sansjoshiki​, thank you!

Five things you’ll find in my bag:

  1. Mini maglite.
  2. Just so many drugs (script and OTC, not recreational).
  3. GoCard (South-East Queensland’s public transport fare card).
  4. Emergency fifty.
  5. Bottle of water.

Five things you’ll find in my bedroom

  1. Laptop.
  2. Cat(s), in a variety of combinations and locations within the room.
  3. A very large knife.
  4. My desk and filing cabinet for Adulting (the desk for fun stuff–tumblr! WoW!, writing!–is in the living room).
  5. Books.

Five things I’m currently into:

  1. The Steve and Bucky fandom.
  2. Writing Steve and Bucky (I know, I know, this revelation has left you all reeling from shock).
  3. Helping my BFF with the Qld government LGBTIQ WOG strategy (I’m not doing much, he’s the one on the working group, I just try and help him where I can).
  4. Playing World of Warcraft.
  5. Drawing and colouring what I draw with copic markers–very poorly, but it doesn’t matter, because it’s quite enjoyable. Copics are so smooooooth.

Five things on my to-do list:

  1. Get the gutters cleaned.
  2. Oil the porch.
  3. Try and follow my this-is-the-order-you’re-writing-your-fics list.
  4. Get ready for patch 7.2 in World of Warcraft.
  5. Rearrange the library so I can get into it without having to squeeze past a cupboard.

Five things people may not know about me:

  1. I spent two years as a Jillaroo on a sheep and cattle station in far north Queensland.
  2. I have a degree in applied ethics (which goes so well with a law degree; yes, whatever joke you’re thinking of right now, I’ve probably heard it).
  3. I used to breed and show fancy mice and about forty of my mice were the centrepiece of a children’s exhibit at the Queensland Art Gallery called Animals Who Think They Are People. The Gallery built this HUGE habitat for them and every morning for a month I’d go into the Gallery and hang out before they opened to pull all the mice out of the habitat, check the mice out and give them some love, while the Gallery staff cleaned it. They had these amazing character sheets done up for the mice, with their names and a bit about their personalities, and drawing paper so kids could draw them, and it was just one of the neatest things I’ve ever been part of. (Plus they paid me five hundred bucks AND let me have everything afterwards, the habitat, all the toys and wheels they bought, everything, which was, woah. I was a starving Uni student so that was pretty damn cool).
  4. I put myself through Uni working in a bookstore (I know, I don’t know why I’ve never written a bookstore AU, either…).
  5. I don’t have a drivers licence and never have, and I hate taking taxis/Ubers etc, so i get pretty much everywhere on my feet/public transport.

Gonna tag five people for the symmetry, so, uh, @galwednesday, @assbuttsthatfondue, @writinfreak, @yetanotherobsessivereader, and @im-notlookingback, with the standard proviso of: If you don’t want to, these tags were never here, this never happened, and if you want to I totally DID tag you but I used invisible text. I mean, pfft, what even are tags.

music-and-dance-is-my-life  asked:

I read your gentle headcanons when I'm upset and they make me feel so much better. They are beautiful and you do an amazing job ๐Ÿ’œ

Oh, hon, you have no idea how happy it makes me that the Gentle Thoughts make you feel better! 💗💗 Thank you so so much for your kind words!! This made me smile so much (/w\) I will definitely try to keep going with the Gentle Thoughts, too! 

too-many-fandoms666  asked:

Ok um im 5'1 with brown hair and brown eyes with a curvy body I'm sarcastic blunt sassy somewhat rude and I can not live without anime music art basically the internet. I love to play sports yet I'm the laziest person you will ever meet. I'm half Guyanese-Indian half Canadian (is that enough info) um for knb, Haikyuu, black butler, and ohshc?

I would’ve preferred more personality than physical, but I hope these are to your liking ^^;

Match-up: Murasakibara Atsushi

You both are very lazy but are skillful. Murasakibara will be more motivated to do something if you are a bit rude about him not partaking in it. He’ll think of it as “making him look bad in front of you” and get to work. He won’t take the things you say to heart but at the same time, he won’t know how you really feel. It will be a bit rocky, but Murasakibara won’t get fussy with you.

For your date, he’ll most likely bring you a cake and eat one-quarter of it. He’ll take you to the park to nap and listen to you while he lays his head in your lap. He’ll want to get ice cream at some point and end up getting one of those couple sundaes. He’ll share with you but end up kissing you a lot since it “tastes better”. In the night, he’ll chill at either of your houses and watch a movie. But this time, you are in his lap while you both get comfortable in front of the tv.

Runner ups: Tsukishima Kei, Hikaru Hitachiin, Alois trancy


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I want to prove someone wrong.

I refuse not to be a part of Pocky day


↳ happy birthday to our sunshine ☀️  we don’t deserve you ❤️✨🎂 🎉  #Happy_DK_VERNON_Day

I bought a fat pack of marker pens cos there’s nothing better than hands soggy with rainbows of ink!!

ft @therealjacksepticeye!

slavic languages gothic

You see a sentence written in cyrillic. Some of the letters are familiar. You see the meaning shimmering underneath the surface. You almost grasp it, but it slips away. The letters on the page mock you silently.

You know this Czech word. You’ve already learnt it in Polish. It is not the same word. It is a grave insult. Your slavic friends are shocked and embarassed for you when they hear you speak it.

There is a sentence in Croatian. There is a sentence in Serbian. There is a sentence in Bosnian. They are all the same sentence.

You have to write about your day in Slovak. You spend the night polishing the draft. You fail your assigment. It’s written in Czech. You don’t know Czech.

P is not what it seems. You have to remember that.

The Croatian sentence does not mean what the Bosnian sentence means. They both mean the same in Serbian.

That word has a diminutive. The diminutive has its own diminutive. The diminutive of the diminutive also has a diminutive. Nobody knows what the final diminutive of a word is. Some say the knowledge had been lost in centuries past and matrioshkas are the echo, the tangible warning left for us to remember. No living creature should hold the means of diminishing something into nonexistence.
Others say you may still find some of them in old soviet textbooks, if you dare to look in abandoned schools of Chernobyl.

Someone is speaking to you. Is that a he or a she? You aren’t sure. It’s an abstract concept. Why does it have gender.

You see a word in a dictionary. It has seventeen letters and only one vowel. You close the dictionary very carefully not looking at the phonetic transcription. The shape of it haunts you in your sleep. You wake up face damp with tears, a bitter taste on your tongue. The clock blinks 3:03AM. You do not dare look up that word again.

This word means the same thing in the five slavic languages you’re familiar with. You use it in the sixth one. That word does not exist in this language. It never did. There is now a word-shaped void in the fabric of this language. The natives look at you uneasily. There is a new quality to the silence and your palms start to sweat.

H is not H. H is not H. H is not H. H is not H.

One day you flip through your dictionary. A page is missing. What was the word? You can’t remember. There is pressure building at the back of your head. The clock blinks 3:03AM.

You write my name is in cyrillic. There are shadows dancing on the walls. They grow longer with each letter you write down. It is not cyrillic you’re using. You keep writing my name is. The shadows now bleed from the tip of your pen. It’s irrelevant. You need to remember the right letters.

N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not… If only you could remember the letters. The letters are important. What was it, that wasn’t N?

There are nine different prefixes you can add to a verb to change its meaning. There are fifty three different suffixes you have to add to a verb to make it work. In the end the only thing left of the original is a vague shape of one of its middle consonants. You can feel the anguish radiating from the verb’s mutialted form. A desperate sob escapes through your clenched teeth. You’re so, so sorry, you didn’t meant to. You didn’t. It doesn’t matter.

You now read a text in Russian. You’ve never learnt Russian. Why are you reading that text? The words burn your eyes, the meaning searing your mind.

There’s a shot of vodka in front of you. You don’t drink alcohol. You don’t care. All existence is meaningless, your soul’s in eternal pain. A broken matrioshka lays at your feet. There is no salvation, she says boring into your eyes. You open your mouth to answer, but there is only a burst of harsh rustle. It dies in whispering echoes a moment later. Your glass is empty again.