So I've been thinking about the retirement au a lot today (work has been slow...) and I was thinking. Yuuri strikes me as the kind of man not to talk about his accomplishments, but he will gush about his friends. Like, "My friend Phichit just won Gold at the Four Continents!" "Chris was so good at the European Championships!" "My unofficial son Yurio just won at Worlds!" things like that. I imagine him talking about these things, but like his friends don't know he really knows these (cont.)
(Cont.) people. Like they think the beautiful, untouchable, hot Yuri Katsuki-Nikiforov is just like a massive fanboy for figure skating (which, true he is, but he’s also been known as Japan’s Ace so…) and think it is just a cute little character quirk that makes him even more adorable. After all, his friends are not into skating so they have no idea who these people are. They do however know Yuuri is gay (or at least bi) because he regularly refers to this guy Viktor as his husband (apparently he’s some big shot figure skater that Yuuri has the cutest little (massive) crush on, can you even believe how cute this guy is?). But Yuuri isn’t really married because he would wear a ring on his left finger if he was, like come on. It all comes to a head like it does in your retirement au by Yuuri being recognized by fans, with some added hilarity of “I talk about my figure skating friends all the time?"
"We thought you were just a really big fan!"
"I talk about my husband all the time?"
"Yeah and Jenny talks about her rock star "wife” all the time too!“
"wait, you’re not really married?"
Bc of course Yuuri would not find it weird to be married to a rock star. He married Viktor Nikiforov after all. (fin.)
HOLY SHIT THIS IS BEAUTIFUL????
And completely and utterly plausible omg. Because that is literally exactly the kind of language we use here on tumblr XDD Even I call my favs as my sons or daughters, or how I call JJ as the king of my heart.
Wowow, okay, so the only plot hole in this au has been filled, we finally have a good explanation for why Yuuri’s friends don’t know he’s married!!! This is totally canon…in my headcanon XD
But then also can you imagine when his friends do finally find out that the person Yuuri has been calling his husband all this time is actually his husband, they insist on getting to meet him.
Except maybe that week Skate America is going on or whatever.
So all these famous skaters are in the US, and Otabek’s competing too. And Yura wants to spend some time with the bff, so Yuuri and Viktor decide to have a house party after the competition is over.
And Yuuri’s college friends are invited over.
And they get there, and they just kinda stare around at everyone like OAO
Because they’re all lowkey terrified and highkey intimidated because???? This party is basically a who’s who of the figure skating world??? Their little Yuuri knows and is comfortable with so many celebrities? Their little Yuuri IS a celebrity!!!!! This is more famous people than they’d ever thought they’d meet in one place!!!
But before the night is over, they’ve loosened up and gotten to know the skaters. Chris is probably missing his pants. Yuuri has a bottle or two of champagne in him (nevermind the fact that those two bottles probably cost more than any of his friends make in a month). And you know Phichit has told a very attentive crowd the full story of how Viktor and Yuuri met, in detail. Never mind the fact that Phichit wasn’t even at that banquet in the first place, and he himself had gotten the story, heavily embellished, from Chris.
A/N: Oof. This idea struck me like lightning. I’ve been working on another fic but felt a little stuck. This one flowed out of me in the space of a few hours. I freaking love Journey and this story! I’ve sacrificed quite a bit of sleep to finish, so I hope it was worth it!! Please let me know your thoughts! Love you guys!! :)
Brushing your fingertip over perfect round cheeks while marveling at gorgeous long lashes and her tiny pout, you fell in love all over again. This little person had your heart. Well. A good portion of it. Speaking of your heart…
You heard rustling in the next “room” followed by the partition sliding aside. Bucky stumbled out of the bedroom, rubbing a hand over his face. His chin-length hair stuck out in ten different directions and he was clad in only a pair of boxers.
“Morning, handsome,” you greeted him with an amused smile.
He let out a groan, “What time is it?”
“And…where are we?”
You chuckled, “Somewhere in the midwest, I think. St. Louis, maybe?”
Summary: When the reader’s best friend moves to the other side of the country, they certainly never expected to bump into him two years later.
Pairing(s): Ethan x Reader
Warnings: None! I was a pure bean for once.
A/N: It took me a looong time to get round to writing this, but here it is. In this the reader is from Maine like Ethan so I apologise to everyone that lives elsewhere (that’s gotta be, like, the majority of y’all, right?). Flashbacks/memories are in italics.
The strong scent of coffee hit you instantly as you stepped into the café. You ordered your usual, popping your headphones into your ears as you received the paper cup and stepped back outside into the street. It was a bright and sunny day, something you were still getting used to since you had only moved from Maine a couple of months ago.
You couldn’t help but feel a little homesick as your mind wandered back to your family and friends that were currently on the opposite side of America. All of your dreams had come true when you were accepted into an elite college in Los Angeles, a place you had always longed to see. You sighed as you thought back to when Ethan Nestor was in your life. You had grown up together, your entire lives you were practically joined at the hip. Everyone would comment on how close you were and that, some day, you would wind up married. He was your rock, your soulmate. Nothing could separate the two of you.
Five years ago
“That’s no fair, you cheated!” Ethan panted as he reached the bench you were sprawled across.
“You said it was a race, you never specified when said race started.” You laughed at him, patting the seat next to you.
“God damn you, Y/N Y/L/N.” He grumbled, collapsing onto the bench and resting an arm over the back of it. You instinctively manoeuvred yourself into his side and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.
The two of you sat in silence for a while, watching the sun set over the horizon, before Ethan stood up and suggested you start walking back home.
“Stay round mine for the night,” you offered. “You know you’re welcome to.”
“That’s just what we need, more evidence suggesting we’re dating.” He joked, removing his jacket and throwing it around your frame to protect you from the cold.
“Well, can you blame everyone for thinking it?” You teased.
“As if I’d ever date you, you’re gross.”
“I’m gross? At least I don’t have cooties.”
“Real mature, Y/N. The day I date you is the day Hell freezes over.”
“I’d rather shave my head than date you.” You laughed, prodding him in the ribs playfully.
“Tell you what, if we end up dating then we can shave our heads together.”
“Nah,” you said, running your fingers through his thick, brown hair. “I like your hair too much. Why don’t you dye it instead?”
He grinned and nodded in agreement. “What colour should I dye it?”
You shrugged, thinking of his favourite colour. “How about blue?”
“You have yourself a deal,” he said, shaking your hand. “When we start dating I will dye my hair and you’ll shave yours off.”
“I think you mean if we start dating, Ethan.”
“Yeah, sure, if.”
You mentally cursed as the image of your old best friend found its way into your brain. You had managed to avoid thinking about him ever since he had left you. That selfish, arrogant bastard. He had moved away with little explanation, leaving you all alone and wondering why you weren’t good enough for him. It had been almost two years now since you had last spoken and you had given up all hope on him tracking you down and apologising like you had hoped.
Suddenly. everything around you reminded you of him. The song playing on your phone described how you felt about him; the sky was his favourite shade of blue; the drink you were holding was the same one that he used to make you every morning.
You needed to get this boy off your mind, fast.
Rounding a corner, you found yourself at a large park that you had discovered about a week back. It was the ideal spot to sit and watch the world go by, especially when you had a good playlist and a delicious drink. The song ‘Fergalicious’ came on and you felt a bitter-sweet pang of pain in your heart. You were there when Ethan recorded himself lip-syncing to it all those years ago and from then on you would use it to wind him up. Hurriedly, you skipped the song, allowing yourself to relax slightly when it was no longer playing.
Your eyes wandered over to a yellow Lab, happily trotting alongside a group of men. Two were making large gestures with their arms and having a conversation as another recorded it, the camera on his shoulder blocking his face. The dog watched them warily and you could hear them talk to it before erupting into laughter. You couldn’t help but smile as the dog’s tail started wagging excitedly at the sound of its owners’ happiness. Ethan loved dogs too.
You groaned, finding it impossible not to think of him now. It was like the floodgates had opened and every suppressed emotion and thought were now crashing through in one massive tidal wave, flooding your senses and consuming your mind.
Two years ago
The sound of someone knocking on your door echoed through your house. Beaming at the person on the other side of it once you opened it, you stepped to one side to let them in.
“Ethan, hi. I didn’t know you were coming round today.” You greeted him, leading him to the couch in the living room before sitting next to him.
“Actually, I have news,” he announced. “I can’t stay too long, I need to pack.”
“Going on holiday?” You asked, surprised neither he - nor his family - had told you.
Ethan fiddled with his fingers, twiddling his thumbs and cracking his knuckles. “Not exactly.” You waited patiently for him to elaborate before he took a deep breath. “Look, Y/N, I don’t want to make things awkward between us, but there’s something I need to get off my chest. I just hope it doesn’t ruin our friendship.”
“There’s nothing to worry about,” you reassured him, holding one of his hands in your own. “Ethan, you’re my best friend, you can tell me anything.”
“Y/N, I love you.” He blurted out. His cheeks turned pink and he dropped his gaze.
“Well, yeah, I love you too, doofus.” You joked, a little confused.
“No - I mean - more than a friend.” He explained.
“Wait, what?” You said weakly, not quite taking it all in yet.
“Y/N, I have been in love with you for as long as I can remember. You’re everything to me, I can’t imagine my life without you. That’s why this is going to be really difficult…”
You stared at him in shock as he trailed off. Never had you thought that he would harbour romantic feelings for you, let alone declare his love for you like this. You felt your face light up, you were overjoyed with happiness.
And that’s when he spoke again.
“I’m moving to California.”
Your face fell in disbelief as you struggled to find the right response.
“W-what?” You finally managed to stammer out.
Ethan spoke quickly, as if he was worried he might change his mind if he stopped talking for even a second. “Tomorrow. I’m leaving Maine and moving to California. My friends from YouTube invited me to work with them and it’s an offer I can’t say no to. I wanted to tell you earlier, but I was scared you would try and stop me. I don’t want to leave you, but you have to understand that this is the opportunity of a lifetime. And I don’t want my feelings for you to get in the way of me finally getting what I want in life. So, this is me getting everything off my chest and… and saying goodbye.”
When he was finished talking he just watched you, waiting for your reaction. You were overcome with emotions as everything clicked in your head, your best friend reciprocated your love for him, but he was leaving you. He didn’t want to tell you in case it hurt you, but he also didn’t trust you enough to let him achieve his dreams. You looked into his stormy green-blue eyes and saw nothing but anguish.
“Ethan, I would never try to get in the way of your goals, and if you don’t know that by now then you clearly don’t know me as well as you think.” Your voice wobbled slightly and you tried to keep a straight face.
“I didn’t mean it like that, I meant- I just meant that if you had tried to convince me to stay then I would’ve. But I need to put this job first, I can’t have someone tying me down.” He stopped when he realised what he had said. “Wait, no, that didn’t come out right. I didn’t-”
“Get out.” You hissed, cutting him off.
Ethan’s face paled, his eyes wide. “No, Y/N, please-”
“I said get out.” You said sternly. You stood up pointed to the door.
He walked away, tears threatening to spill onto his face as he watched you open the door for him. “Y/N-”
“I hope you find what you’re looking for in California,” you told him, going to slam the door on him.
“Wait,” he called, leaning against it with one arm. “Before I go, I have to know. Do you love me too?”
You clenched your jaw and stared him straight in the eye. “Goodbye, Ethan.” You pushed him outside and let the tears fall silently as the latch clicked behind him, removing him from your life forever.
Something warm and wet hit your hand and you opened your eyes in surprise, half expecting it to be tears. Instead, you found yourself face to face with the Labrador, who was now licking your palm and nuzzling her nose into your fingers.
“Well, hey there, gorgeous.” You cooed, petting her gently and cracking a small smile when she barked in response. “What’s your name?”
“That’s Chica,” a deep voice said, making you jump. You looked up and saw one of the men from before watching you. He had dark hair and kind eyes. “I’m sorry if she’s bothering you, she ran off before we could put her back on her leash.”
“Oh, it’s no trouble. She just wanted to say hello.” You replied, returning your gaze to Chica, her big, brown eyes staring up at you and her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth.
“Well, say goodbye to the nice person, Chica, it’s time to go home.” The man said. You gathered your things and went to head off yourself when the other two men walked over to the three of you.
“You ready to go, Mark?” The taller of the pair asked. The first man said something in reply, but you were too distracted to hear it.
The last man was staring at you, his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide with shock. His bright blue hair was different, yet a familiar shade. The same colour that he loved so much.
“Ethan?” You asked quietly, not sure whether to trust your instinct.
“Y/N.” He said, his voice cracking as tears started flowing down his face.
“Ethan!” You ran towards him and he met you halfway, pulling you into a tight hug and twirling you around.
“Y/N!” He cried, collapsing onto the floor, you still in his arms as you sobbed. “I’m sorry. I am so, so sorry.”
“I am too. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” You whispered, clinging to him for dear life, as if you were afraid you would lose him again if you let go.
“I wanted to call you but I was so scared you wouldn’t want to be friends after what happened. Not a day’s passed that I don’t regret what happened.” He told you, cradling you gently as his tears fell on the top of your head.
“Ethan,” you managed to choke out between sobs. “I love you too.” You felt him stiffen before he hugged you even harder and kissed your forehead.
“I love you,” He repeated. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“Hey, uh, guys?” Mark called awkwardly. “I hate to interrupt, but what the heck is going on here?”
“I’ll tell you what’s going on here,” Ethan replied, scrambling to stand up and pulling you up behind him. “Y/N here has to shave their head.”
Didn't Steve Brookstein say he was 'forced' to get engaged? Surely that is an example? Plus there are artists that have admitted relationships they've sold as 'real' were really set up by the record company for PR and for cover. You think they came up with that on their own? Hell, the studio system in Hollywood married Rock Hudson off!
I don’t know all the specifics, but I believe these are true.
my favourite example of Goodnight and Billy being blatant husbands is in the dinner conversation where everyone is talking about women, women they’ve been married to, women they’ve slept with, women they want to sleep with…
and Goodnight and Billy spend the entire conversation practically in each other’s laps, slung all over each other and sharing cigarettes, and just generally putting out vibes of “I am enjoying listening to this conversation, but don’t in any way expect me to be straight enough to actually participate in it”
Ali's having a gal weekend in Miami. She's tired of being single so she flew her close friends down so they could help her find a man. After seeing some of her teammates and former teammates get engaged and/or married she wants her rock sooner rather than later.
I’ve mentioned previously that Valkari’s father has four sisters and I’ve been thinking a lot about them lately and how they each come into play in Valkari’s story so I drew them up as well as their significant other (if they have one)
“I still don’t understand why that one song with just three chords is such a big thing. But it’s definitely got some good lyrics. That was a song about Kurt. I wrote it in Boston. So the line "dog beg,” that’s because there was a dog begging me for food.“
- Courtney in an interview with the August 2010 edition of Uncut magazine.
The Wall is a rock opera by the British
psychedelic rock band Pink Floyd, released on November 30, 1979. It was written
and composed primarily by Roger Waters. It was conceived after an incident during
Floyd’s In the Flesh tour, where
Waters became so angry at a rabid fan that he spat in his face. In the hotel
room later that night, the weight of his actions crushed him and he started
looking back on his life for the roots of this behavior, eventually drafting a
story about a fictionalized version of himself being screwed up by a bad
childhood and isolating himself from society. This grew into a double album,
receiving positive reviews at time of release and gaining an even better
reputation as time went on. It contains three of Floyd’s most famous songs
(“Another Brick in the Wall Part 2,” “Comfortably Numb,” and “Run Like Hell”)
and is their best-selling album behind Dark
Side of the Moon. It was adapted by Alan Parker into the cult classic film Pink Floyd - The Wall.
of The Wall can be confusing and
inaccessible to people who aren’t used to albums as a format of storytelling,
and even then there’s a lot to dig into. This is a guide to help people who
aren’t freaks like me understand and enjoy this album. It contains subjective
interpretations, but is by no means an exhaustive analysis, just a plain
language summary. Enjoy.
guy named Pink. His childhood is crap. He gets married and becomes a rock star.
Neither of these things go well. The terribleness of his life crashes in on
him, so he uses those events (the bricks) to build a metaphorical wall around
himself. It turns out complete social and psychological isolation isn’t all
it’s cracked up to be. He turns to drugs. He gets so high before a concert that
he becomes a fascist dictator. After a political rampage, he realizes that it’s
not his upbringings fault he’s such a terrible person, it’s his. He puts
himself on trial, and concludes that his only suitable punishment is to tear
down the wall. Then this happens all over again. Forever. OR DOES IT?!?
covering the album. The movie is a whole different beast with additional
symbolism I don’t have the time or brain power to get into. Even the album is a
lot more complex than this, but hopefully this will give you a head start on
figuring it out.
In the Flesh?
revisionist flash forward, if that makes any sense. Pink, as a fascist
dictator, bellows at his audience. In this case, the audience is not only his
loyal supporters but the listener of the album. He invites you to “the show,” a
tour of his life. He doesn’t just tell you, he DROPS it on you.
that WAS a faint voice at the very start saying “…we came in?” The album ends
on the same faint voice saying “Isn’t this where…” Bookending is very common in
Floyd’s 70s catalogue, and The Wall’s
hidden message of “Isn’t this where…we came in?”, besides making an endless
loop of the album feasible, is also what splits pessimistic and optimistic
interpretations of this album.
that matters right now. Basically, welcome to the show.
The Thin Ice
born in 1943. An extremely helpful narrator (possibly himself, speaking in
hindsight) tells him that he shouldn’t expect much out of the ice of life, just
a lot of cracks.
Another Brick in the Wall, Part 1
father is killed in World War 2. To cope, Pink puts up a mental defense
mechanism: distance and apathy. This initial pain provides the first bricks for
his mental wall, a wall that will gather more and more bricks from the pains of
life, causing Pink to retreat deeper and deeper into himself.
The Happiest Days of Our Lives
elaborates on his unpleasant childhood by turning from one government
institution (the army) to another (school). His teachers were psychologically
abusive, putting down and humiliating their students whenever they were given
the opportunity. As some measure of compensation, they got smacked around by
their wives a lot. More than anything, they suppressed individualism, forcing
their students to conform into…
Another Brick in the Wall, Part 2
faceless bricks. The “wall” this time is twofold: the wall of society, which
tries to squish Pink into a meaningless statistic like his dead father, and
Pink’s personal wall, which this process has provided bricks for. If he can’t
trust society, who can he trust?
“In the spring, March, the time of beginning, they were married. On the Rock of Gibraltar, one of the world’s more significant monuments. “It’s quiet, British and friendly,” John said when asked why an hour later in Paris. They were married in a white stone house, both wearing white tennis shoes and John carrying a coat of human hair.”
[Rolling Stone Magazine]
I’m always surprised that a lot of Beatle fans haven’t heard about John’s ‘Hur’ Coat. I always through it was a John ‘thing’, like his round granny specs or Beatle boots in the early days.
John’s ‘hur’ coat - a play on the Scouse pronunciation of ‘hair’ and, obviously, ‘fur’ was big, black, shaggy and… eww. Despite what the article above makes out, I don’t think he chose to wear the coat for very long as very few pictures or references to it exist. However, he did have it with him on one auspicious occasion - his marriage to Yoko on the 20th March, 1969. Although he didn’t wear it for the actual ceremony and Gibraltar wedding photographs, he wore it for the journey they made afterwards to Paris and the Plaza Athénée hotel for phase one of their honeymoon - as seen in the photos above.
Needless to say, I don’t think the ‘hur’ coat is one sixties fashion trend that took off!