Yuri!!! on Ice Opening - Grand Prix Final Victor Nikiforov, 5-time gold medalist and reigning champion of the Grand Prix Series, skating alone in front of his 6 potential successors as they enter the final.
-cough- My mind interpreted this question as, “Please torture Kunikida some more.” Also, I could completely picture this scenario in my head, but getting it down in words was a bit of a struggle. Still, I hope you like it! ^-^
Another note: Obviously, to make everything understandable, the songs they sing are in English. I hope my references aren’t too lame. I’m not exactly the funniest person on Earth. T^T
Kunikida Doppo is in hell.
It’s not what he imagined hell would look like, sure, but
it’s definitely just as scary. The one person that could have saved him is
sitting to his right, and Kunikida wonders why he had let this outing happen.
Kunikida shifts his eyes to the birthday boy next to him and clears his throat.
“With all due respect,” he says, trying to pick his words
carefully. “Why are we in a karaoke room? I would not have thought that you were one
for such loud parties.”
Fukuzawa quietly takes a sip of his tea before answering,
“Ranpo. Kyouka.” He doesn’t elaborate any further, as if that’s enough of an
explanation. The tea in his hands is brought to his lips for another sip, signalling the
end of the conversation. Kunikida smothers a sigh and turns his attention to
his unruly subordinates.
“I’M KING,” Ranpo declares loudly, taking perch on the
nicest couch in the room. “You guys have to listen to whatever I say.” This
cannot end well, so Kunikida does his part and tries to interject.
“That’s not how the game works,” he tries to explain. “We’re
all supposed to draw straws, and the one with the longest straw is the king. In
fact, the king should change every round.”
He may as well have been talking to thin air, because Ranpo
is already flipping through the song menu. Kunikida smothers a sigh and decides
not to interfere. If he stays quiet, perhaps humiliation can be avoided.
The first round of songs begins, and everything goes wrong
immediately. After a moment of thought, Ranpo declares his first victim and his
choice of music.
“Yosano. “It’s Raining Men.””
Hearing the lyrics come out of the doctor’s mouth is
terrifying, Kunikida thinks. He doesn’t know whether it’s the smile on Yosano’s
face, her voice, or the glint in her eyes, but for the first time ever, the song
induces images of male bodies littering the floor in Kunikida’s head. He pales,
and tries to remind himself that it’s a song celebrating love and relationships of
some sort. He breathes a sigh of relief when the song ends.
“Tanizaki, Naomi. “A Whole New World.””
Halfway through the song, Kunikida and Atsushi jump out of
their seats to cover Kyouka and Kenji’s eyes and ears. “Aladdin” is ruined forever.
Apparently, Ranpo is slightly shaken by the performance of
the Tanizaki siblings as well, and tries to restore some semblance of decency
and innocence to the room by choosing the two youngest members of the Agency to
“Kenji, Kyouka. “You are my Sunshine.””
The performance is a delight, in the sense that nobody feels
the need to stop the music or plug their ears.
It’s near the end of this performance that Kunikida suddenly
comes to a heart-stopping realization. He breaks into a cold sweat. The only
people yet to be chosen are himself, Atsushi, and Dazai. A plan is needed in
order to avoid death by musical humiliation.
What could he do? If he tells everyone that the ideal says
that singing is bad for his health, would anyone believe him? Would anyone care?
The camaraderie in this team is terrible, Kunikida suddenly
laments. More often than not, it seems as if his coworkers at the Agency try
to induce a heart attack in him on purpose.
Kunikida snaps out of his inner dialogue for a few seconds in
order to hear the fate of the tiger cub.
“Gangnam Style,” Ranpo declares. He’s always had something against Atsushi, Kunikida thinks. “With the dance moves.”
Kunikida watches the poor boy with all the world’s
sympathy in his heart until Dazai pokes him in the arm. “Hey,” his partner whispers.
“You should join. You’re a very good dancer. I still have pictures from your
Just Dance incident…”
Kunikida almost chokes, and gives Dazai a well-deserved whack
in the head. Screw camaraderie, he thinks, ignoring Atsushi, who has his eyes turned to him, begging for help. He absolutely has to get himself out of singing
before he can rescue anyone else. His eyes fall on his notebook.
Budgets! He can do company budgets. Maybe Ranpo will leave
him alone then. He gets started, flipping to a brand new page and calculating
how much today’s party will cost and how much saving will need to be done for
the rest of the month.
“Dazai,” Ranpo calls.
At least he has another three minutes before his plan is
“I Knew You Were Trouble.”
Kunikida ignores the mic on the table, and the tapping of
Dazai’s hand on his shoulder. “Sing with me, partner,” he says
enthusiastically. “I know you’re shy, but hey, it’s a duet.”
Dazai begins the song, ignoring the fact that Kunikida does
not join him, and Kunikida allows himself to relax a bit. Dazai’s wailing is
not helping his concentration, but at least he’s not being forced-
“KUNIKIDA, THE CHORUS!” Dazai screams, pointing a second mic
at Kunikida’s pursed lips.
“‘Cause I knew you were
trouble when you walked in So shame on me now…”
Kunikida will not give in. Briefly, he thinks that he can
sympathize with this Swift girl. He should have kicked Dazai to the curb the
first moment he laid eyes on him.
“Flew me to
places I’d never been
‘Til you put me down, oh”
Dazai’s wailing is getting louder, but Kunikida believes he can endure.
“I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE WHEN YOU WALKED IN…”
Dazai’s mop of curly hair is getting closer and Kunikida’s
ears are starting to ring.
Deep breaths, he tells himself.
“FLEW ME TO PLACES I’D NEVER BEEN…”
“COME ON KUNIKIDA, JOIN IN!” Dazai shouts, right in his ear.
“NOW I’M LYING ON THE COLD HARD GROUND.”
“ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Kunikida screams, whacking Dazai
on the head again. His hit is hard enough so that a THUMP is amplified by the mic, but Dazai sits up, unfazed. He shrugs.
“Pretty close, actually,” he comments. “But you sound more
like a goat than Taylor Swift.” He continues to sing, unaware of Kunikida’s growing murderous intent.
Kunikida wants to bury himself in a hole. He looks to the side at Fukuzawa, who pointedly stares straight ahead,
away from his accusatory gaze.
This team has no sense of camaraderie, Kunikida thinks again.
He briefly considers joining the Port Mafia. Surely they wouldn’t engage in such foolishness as this.
At that very moment, Kunikida feels a cold prickling run down his neck, and he cringes, suddenly very afraid. He looks to the side carefully, and Fukuzawa gives him a dark look before turning his eyes away
[For my favorite sports team, because I love those idiots.This is an extremely serious mix which you should take extremely seriously. ]
01 Domino – Brandon Saad / 02 Classic – Marian Hossa / 03 Hey Brother – Duncan Keith / 04 Not a Bad Thing – Niklas Hjalmarsson / 05 Starships – Patrick Kane / 06 Young Blood – Jonathan Toews / 07 Wild Ones – Scott Darling / 08 Get Lucky – Bryan Bickell / 09 Shake It Out – Brad Richards / 10 Some Nights – Brent Seabrook / 11 It’s Time – Patrick Sharp / 12 Sex On Fire – Johnny Odyua / 13 Bulletproof – Corey Crawford / 14 Happy – Antti Raanta / 15 Fancy Footwork – Marcus Kruger / 16 Second Go – Kris Versteeg / 17 Young Volcanoes – David Runblad / 18 The Fighter – Andrew Shaw / 19 Dynamite – Dan Carcillo [x]
VOGUETAYLOR’S BEST BLOGS OF 2014! I don’t like using the term ‘follow forever’ because people, including me, have unfollowed blogs they’ve put on their past follow forevers. Best blogs of 2014 I think is more accurate haha. 2014 was a crazy year for the taylor fandom on tumblr. I’m so happy Taylor joined and followed our blogs and liked our posts. I’m also so happy a lot of you guys participate in selfie night and support each other by reblogging/liking other people’s selfies. You guys are all so so beautiful. I love this fandom so much. I just think it’s so special to able to be a part of this network. Well anyway, here are almost, if not all, the blogs I follow. (sorry if i miss anyone) I LOVE YOU GUYS! I got to meet a few of you guys this year which is AMAZIIING and I hope 2015 brings many more of us together! - Cin <3
Simon stood outside, looking up at the Institute. It seemed like it got bigger every time he came back.He walked to the doors, letting himself in, “There better be a welcome back party this time around or I am going to be extremely disappointed.”
wanted a fight with Sans in the pacifist run so snowball fight! With
Papyrus alive of course.
was: he use his magic because I thought he would be very lazy to do snowballs
himself (??) (Then a friend reminded me that magic should only be with the
souls but shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my snow is magic)
first, sorry for the shitty edit, i did it as fast as i could, but this is my first follow forever and i’d like to thank everyone below this because you were a part of this year and i love you all so much, you’re all fab, don’t forget that!