our time in ice

Just gals being pals 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩⛸✨

  • Yuuri: Quick! To the panic room!
  • Yuri: This place doesn't have a panic room!
  • Yuuri: Any room can be a panic room if you panic hard enough!

Oof, I’m a whole day late, but happy belated birthday to @han-leia ! My time perception’s been super off since I got back from Japan, but I hope you like it! Hope you had a great day yesterday. /o\ I wanted to draw the whole comic for your mini-fic but I didn’t have time. ;w; So here’s a doodle! 

stay close to me ❄ for annie

all credit goes to the YOI team&nanashinohime

tragicienne  asked:

in light of ur recent skating blogging: i love watching figure skating but i've never followed the sport consistently. what are some of your favorite programs?

oh gosh, salma, my darling, my precious pomegranate, you’ve done it now. deep breaths. here we go.

my favourite programs from this season are:

my favourite womens’ programs:

my favourite men’s programs:

my favourite pairs programs (this is gonna be shorter):

  • shen & zhao (my faves): “pas de deux,” “adagio in g minor,” and “who wants to live forever
  • sale & pelletier have squandered all goodwill i may’ve once held for them by being massive dicks, but “love story” is still brilliant
  • berezhnaya & sikharulidze have a story that deserves a movie, and “dark eyes” was part of the beginning of that story

my favourite dance programs:

  • davis & white (my precious children): their sexy latin short from 2012, “notre dame de paris” (very likely my favourite figure skating program of all time), and their olympic gold-winning “scheherazade
  • virtue & moir (my other equally precious children): also skated to prince this year. ice dance is so good to me, always. “the great gig in the sky”: almost too sexy to deal with. and, of course, “funny face” and “the umbrellas of cherbourg
  • they may not jump, but these days, ice dancers are the best skaters in the world. that wasn’t always the case - they used to be really good at posing and not much else. the team who did the most to see that changed that is shae-lynn bourne and victor kraatz, who were often too ahead of their time to ever get the medal recognition they deserved. they did, however, give us one of the most famous figure skating programs of all time: their iconic riverdance free dance
  • torvill & dean are probably the team that started the change, and their “bolero” is still famous
  • dubreuil & lauzon came after bourne & kraatz and continued to push the envelope, but were far enough into the change that they got rewarded: “at last,” “ne me quitte pas,” and “singing in the rain

(some) of my favourite exhibition numbers:

do you wanna go to the seaside?

you don’t have to obviously, but i listened to ‘Busy - Olly Murs’ whilst writing this, and i think it’s perfect for the feel of this one :) 

“And we don’t wanna hear the real world passing by,” I glanced over at Shawn as one hand was gripped to the wheel; whilst he used the other one to point out the front of the window, pulling a stupid face as he sung along.

I placed my arm along the edge of the door, with the window down, and leaned my head on it; looking at my reflection in the side mirror. The sky was seamless, blue going for miles and miles. My hair was waltzing in the wind as Shawn sped down the roads, wanting to start our day at the beach.

“Oh god,” I sighed, as Shawn shut the boot. “What?” he asked, taking one of the bags from my hands and throwing it over his shoulder. “You actually bought that hat?” I said, pointing at the huge bucket hat covering his fluffy hair. A proud smile spread across his face as he adjusted it slightly, “Yep.”
I rolled my eyes before stepping onto the path, feeling Shawn nudge his shoulder against mine once he joined me. “At least you’ll never lose me,” he said, taking my hand in his. “You can spot me from miles away in this thing.”

The sun was shining, which was something I hadn’t felt for a long time. I felt completely relaxed, so much so that a towel on sand felt more comfortable than some of the hotel beds I had slept in. Shawn was like a little kid when it came to beach days; he threw everything on the ground before running down to the shore and leaping straight into the cold sea. He gave me the thumbs up as soon as he was in waist deep; but I chuckled to myself when his face showed how cold he really felt. I laid back under the umbrella, and read my book; not wanting to do anything else. Being on tour was incredibly exhausting for Shawn of course, but it was actually quite tiring for me as well.

“Shit,” I sighed as I felt cold drops of water land across my body. I slammed my book down and looked up, frowning with my hand over my eyes as I glared up at Shawn who had a childish grin plastered across his face. “Come on baby, come in the sea with me” he smiled, sitting down on his knees. “No Shawn,” I said, grabbing my book to quickly fold the top of the page. “Please,” he pouted. I tried my best to scowl at him, but I couldn’t help but smile at the dork in front of me. He had worked incredibly hard on tour, and he deserved this little break. “Fine,” I sighed, pushing myself up from the ground. “You’re the best,” he hummed before pecking my nose. “But the hat goes,” I said, placing my hands on my hips. He threw it to the ground so it landed on the towel, and grabbed my hand before running towards the sea.

“See, it’s not too bad” he said as he slowly walked ahead of me, getting deeper into the sea. I nodded quickly faking a smile, until he turned his back to me, and that’s when I swore under my breath whilst rubbing my arms. “Come here,” he said softly, reaching out his hand for me to take. I took it and made my way closer to him. As soon as I was standing directly in front of him, he grabbed me by the waist with both hands; and lifted me so I was being held by his arms. He swung me round in bridal style, laughing at the squeals that left my mouth. “Stop Shawn,” I giggled, terrified that he’d drop me in the sea. Seconds later he stopped, but kept me in his arms. I pushed back the loose wet curls, letting out the last chuckle. I was taken aback by his lips crashing into mine, feeling wet and smooth. He then gently placed me back on my feet, and admittedly the water no longer felt cold.

I found myself admiring Shawn’s back whilst he paid for our ice creams. I had seen it so many times, but there was something about it under the sun; revealing the muscles even more; carving his shoulders even more. I’d become so lost in a daze, I didn’t realise he had moved until I felt the cold shock of ice cream being placed on the tip of my nose. “You can stare as much as you want,” he said, with a cocky smirk on his face. I stuck my tongue out at him before attempting to lick the ice cream from my nose. He giggled from behind his ice cream cone, before grabbing my chin with his spare hand and gently wrapping his lips around my nose, sucking the ice cream off. “Sweet,” he smiled before going back to his own ice cream.
Hand in hand, we slowly walked along the stretched path; with the sea to our right. We would’ve walked at a normal speed, but Shawn said it was because he wanted to soak the moment up. Although this may be have been true, I knew it was also because he wasn’t very good at multitasking; meaning it was difficult for him to walk whilst eating away at an ice cream.

I felt like I was on cloud nine as we stood at the very end of the Pier, arms resting on the rails as we looked out at the blue ocean, that had no end in sight. “I wish we could stay here forever,” Shawn said as he had one arm wrapped round my waist, tugging me closer towards him. “You’d miss touring after five days or so, you’d be begging to go back” I smiled. He lowered his head with a smile, “I know.”
I moved slightly so I could rub the back of his head with my hand, tugging on the ends. “I love it when you play with my hair,” he grinned into the palm of his hand as he leaned into it; staring forward. I continued to do so for a few minutes more, until I knocked my body into his; my head resting into the crook of his neck, and both arms snaking round his broad figure.

“Are you getting cold?” he asked. I nodded before he pushed me back slightly, and began digging into his bag. He gave me his precious hat to hold whilst he looked for his jacket. “Don’t even think about throwing it over,” Shawn said, shooting me a daring look. I raised an eyebrow as he handed me his jacket, snatching the hat back. “Thank you,” I said softly as I pulled his jacket over me; loving the sudden rush of warmth.

“I could see you being a fireman actually,” I said before placing a chip in my mouth. Shawn and I were talking about what we wanted to be when we were little as we delved into our fish and chips. We were sat on a wall overlooking the sea, knowing it would be too cold to sit right on the shore now. “Oh yeah?” he grinned, dipping a chip into some tomato sauce. I nodded, “I can see so many desperate women purposely setting fire to something, just so that you could come and sweep them off their feet” I laughed. Shawn threw his head back in laughter too, “You’re probably right.”
“I can see you being a nurse,” he said, looking out at the sea. I froze and looked at him with a confused expression. “Are you kidding?” He looked at me and shook his head, “You’d look really, and I mean really hot in that uniform.” “Ha,” I said, shoving a chip into his mouth. “Maybe one day, but for your eyes only.”

Once we had piled the bags back into the boot and slammed it shut, I turned on my heels for a split second; before Shawn placed his hands on my waist and spun me back round; pulling me closer to him. “I’ve really, really enjoyed today” he smiled, his hands lingering at my waist. “I’ve enjoyed it too.” He slowly pressed his lips against mine as his hands gently glided down my back.
Shawn threw his hand behind my seat as he looked back, reversing out of our parking space. “Are you sure we’ve got everything?” I asked one last time. “Yes,” Shawn sighed. “Even your hat?” I asked. “You packed it into your bag,” he said confidently as he sat forward and spun the wheel. “No I didn’t,” I said bluntly. Shawn glanced in my direction, “Well, it’s not in my bag for sure.” I threw my head back in laughter, covering my gaping mouth with my hands and Shawn erupted in panic. “Oh well then, I take what I said back” I said between laughter. “Not have I only enjoyed today, but it is now officially the best day ever.”


“Whatever you have seen or done, you will always have me.”

“That is all I will ever need.”

Jughead & Reader: A Lack of Luck

Summary: As a klutz, you find yourself in compromising situations all the time. Jughead notices and tries to protect you when you and the gang go out together.

Requested by: sunshine51879

Listen to: All That We Needed - Plain White T’s

“Did you finish that paper for Ms. Barry?” You asked Jughead while the two of you walked to school together.

A fresh, new blanket of snow covered the streets and sidewalks that had barely been salted the night before. It was a challenge walking in the snow so you kept your eyes on ground, hoping you wouldn’t slip on some ice in front of Jughead. It wouldn’t be the first time you embarrassed yourself in front of him but you wanted to keep your embarrassment to a minimum.

“I stayed up all night finishing it.” He laughed. “She’s so picky about format and it drives me crazy.”

You laughed. “I know what you mean. At the beginning of the year I turned in a paper expecting to get an A+ cause I thought it was really good but she gave me a B cause I didn’t do more than the minimum.” You rolled your eyes.

Jughead laughed. “That’s shitty.”

You looked at him and laughed. “To say the least.” The second you took your eyes off the ground, you were doomed. You somehow slipped on some ice and you fell to the ground with a loud thump.

Jughead couldn’t help but laugh as he held out his hand to help you to your feet. “Are you okay?” He asked while you dusted snow off your backside.

Your cheeks were a new shade of red as you avoided looking at him. “Yeah, I’m okay. Believe it or not, I’m used to it.” You took another step and slipped but you caught your balance just in time. It also helped that Jughead grabbed your arm so you wouldn’t fall onto your ass again.

“Thanks.” You blushed, looking at him.

“Going out with you is dangerous.” He joked while he kept his hand on your arm while you made your way to school.

“You have no idea.” You laughed while kicking the snow off your shoes before walking into school.

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anonymous asked:

Can we have an scenario )if not bad or excepted( that y/n was a friend of viktor in Russia but left to study in a different country and they meet again and it's all fluffy and stuff. (Btw your like my fav yoi blog I can't even😁😆😆)

Oh! Thank you so much! <3 This is an interesting prompt; I really liked writing it. I got a bit carried away, but I’m proud of it either way. I hope you like :3 thank you for requesting!

You walk the sidewalks of Saint Petersburg, barely paying attention to your surroundings as you let your mind wander. You let yourself become immersed in your memories of Russia, the place you call home.

It’s been a few years since you’ve left—about eight to be exact. After high school, you chose to study abroad after finding a university that best suited you. It was your dream to go there, and no one held you back. You truly soared, but there always seemed to be a hole; an empty feeling continued to eat away at your true happiness.

Through college and graduate school, you seldom returned to your home country. You were just too busy, and the life you made for yourself was ideal. You drowned yourself in school so you could forget home and all you left behind. You left your family, friends, favorite restaurants, favorite stores, and…Viktor.

It’s been years since you’ve seen each other, but you think of him fondly and often. Those blue eyes of his tend to creep into your thoughts when you need them most; it’s like you never parted ways. Your childhood and adolescence were in his hands, and he treated them with as much reverence as he would a sacred treasure. Even if he didn’t know it then, he helped to shape who you are today. The time you spent together formed a bond that made the both of you inseparable. You had a silent pact of loyalty and trust, which remained strong until the day time tore you apart.

Viktor helped when the fall was physical, pulling you up to your feet and dusting you off after a hard fall on the ice at the skating rink. He’d keep your hand in his, keeping you steady on your skates and guiding you along effortlessly. Other times, the plunge you endured wasn’t from a lack of balance on a slippery surface; it was from the cruelty the world showed you. Life could be merciless to its victims, but Viktor had a way to take the pain away. Wiping tears and speaking gently, he endured it all with you. He gave you strength and love when you needed it most, and you couldn’t be more grateful.

Your wistful thoughts are halted when you slam into an opposing force, ultimately knocking you to the ground. You rub your head and sit up, squinting at the sun and the silhouette of the stranger that is reaching down to you.

“Hey, why don’t you watch where you’re going?” you snap, rubbing the back of your head. “You really could’ve—“

“(Y/N)?” a soft, velvety voice interrupts you. It’s familiar to you. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me?” Your eyes focus on the harsh light and it is, in fact, Viktor Nikiforov stretching his hand out to you.

“Viktor?” you mumble, feeling too embarrassed about snapping at him to say anything else. You take his hand and allow him to pull you up before he dusts you off. You’re too stunned to even say anything; you just allow him to brush off your jacket and adjust your clothes. “I—“ you start, but stop yourself. Speech is beyond your capability at the moment.

“It’s really you, huh?” he asks with a chuckle. He stares at you for a second, and a small blush appears on his cheeks. “Wow, you’re beautiful. Even more beautiful than I remember, actually. I mean, wow.”

“Thank you,” you reply. You fidget unconsciously, not really sure what to say. You feel so guilty for leaving him behind and not bothering to contact him since. He doesn’t seem upset, which makes you feel a bit better. “You got a lot taller.”

Viktor laughs and pulls you into an embrace; you relish in his warmth and familiar scent. He pulls away, and you reluctantly release him. “We should catch up! Want to go to our rink and ice skate? It’ll be just like old times!”

It doesn’t take much convincing before Viktor takes your hand in his and practically drags you to that little skating rink just a few blocks from where you used to live. He only lets go of your hand to tie the laces of both of your skates, but he holds it once more when you step onto the ice.

“Take it easy; I’ve got you!” Viktor assures you when you begin to wobble on the ice. You’re certainly out of practice, but Viktor is steady as a rock on his skates. “Have I ever let you fall?”

You shake your head, even though the question was probably meant to be rhetorical. Staring into his eyes, you’re put into a trance of admiration and nostalgia. You can’t help but fall in love with him all over again; Viktor Nikiforov has put a spell on you.

“I missed you,” you blurt out, realizing that Viktor is giving you an expecting look and waiting for you to say something. You feel your face flush in embarrassment when Viktor chuckles at you. “I’m sorry! I just missed you, and I love you and I regret leaving, and—“

“(Y/N), it’s okay. I missed you, too,” Viktor assures with a squeeze of your hand. “I love you, and I’m happy you’re back. Let’s pick up where we left off, just you and me. I don’t want to see you go again, (Y/N). Stay here with me, please?”

You let his words sink in, and you nod. You are ready to be with Viktor; he’s your home. And damn, there’s no place like home.

YOI Fandom: *constantly says how Victuri is so dynamic, realistic, healthy, ground-breaking, the most ideal relationship, great m/m representation, and doesn’t have any of those yaoi tropes.* 


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EDIT: Alright I’m just gonna get this out of the way, since I really didn’t expect this post to get so many notes. I’m not trying to bash on anyone who likes Victuri, you can love them all you want, but it’s not gonna be the same for others, such as me. As you can see in my tags, I have my own opinion on victuri, and if you can’t handle someone else having an opinion or criticizing your fav ship, then carry on. I don’t hate the show itself, there are some things I like, and some things I don’t.

No matter how many times you say their relationship is ‘healthy’, it’s not going to change my mind. That’s not how I see it. Reason why I’m so ‘harsh’ on Victuri is because of the overhype, and the way I see people comparing other great anime to YOI, to make it look good. Not to mention people seriously getting hate for not liking Victuri. If you’re interested in or love this movie, Doukyuusei, then that’s great, cause this movie really deserves attention. 

Ice Cream Cuddles

Parings: Yoon Sanha x Reader
Notes: “Can I request some tooth rotting-ly cute Sanha scenario with cuddles and ice cream 😭” @cookiecait
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1119

Originally posted by lunarjun

"No, no get that flavor!”

“Wait, can we get this one too?!”

“Y/n, look we have to get this one too!”

Despite how annoying this all sounded, it actually brought a huge smile to your face. Watching Sanha dance around the little convenience store in search of ice cream was such task, seeing as you’d have to keep an eye on him and make sure he didn’t go overboard, but it was fun. With the large grin adorning his lips, and the pastel colors he had chosen to wear all made you laugh. Sanha was just a cute person in general, so hearing his excited little squeals and seeing his happy expression made you smile in return.

“Remember Sanha,” You called out to him, placing another pint of Strawberry ice cream into the small cart. “We also have to get some for the guys, not just for us.” At the sound of this news Sanha skidded to a stop, turning to face you with his bottom lip jutted out in a pout. “Whyy?” He whined, slowly walking to your side and glancing down to the eight pints of ice cream solemnly.

You laughed at his childish antics, pressing against your toes a bit as you gave his baby blue hat covered head a small pat. “Don’t worry,” You held up a pint of Mint Chocolate before placing it into the cart as well. “There are two for you, and two for me.”

Sanhas face lit up at this news, and he bent down to place a sloppy kiss on to your cheek before he threw his hands into the air. “Okay, that’s good!” He then ran over to one self, grabbing a box of waffle cone and holding them up for inspection. “Cones, or no cones?” You shook your head in reply, walking over to the same self but instead of grabbing a sleeve of cones, you reached further back and grabbed a carton of sprinkles and other toppings.

“We’re eating our ice cream out of the can.” You told him, motioning to your cart that had been filled with different assortments of ice cream and toppings. Sanha nodded excitedly, placing the sleeve of cones back on to the shelf and once again coming to your side. “Okay then,” You clapped your hands, and with much difficulty turned the cart around. “let’s check out before we end up buying the entire ice cream section.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“A stomach ache.”


It took a while for the two of you to head to checkout, but once it was done and over with, the two of you hurriedly made your way home. You were both met with happy dances and excited faces as soon as you walked through the door. You tried your best to hand out the correct flavor to the right boy, but you almost handed one of Sanhas pints to JinJin, making him yell out in protest before yanking his pint close to his chest and practically throwing JinJin his own.

You scolded him for his actions, of course, and after you were done with that, the two of you made your way back to the guest room, where the TV was still playing a random show you had chosen to play. You placed your bag of ice cream on to a chair, setting your two pints next to Sanhas as he grabbed two spoons. “So which first, Moose Tracks or Neapolitan?”

“Neapolitan!” He exclaimed, jumping up and down with excitement before reaching over you to grab his pint of ice cream. “Cause then we’ll get all three flavors at once!” You nodded in agreement, reaching for your own pint of ice cream and handing it to him before turning on a movie that the two of you had picked out. After the beginning credits began to roll, you jumped on to the bed next to Sanha and pulled the covers over you, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“I feel like I haven’t done anything like this in a while.” Sanha spoke, placing a spoonful of chocolate, strawberry and vanilla into his smiling mouth. “Thanks for doing this with me, y/n.” He turned his attention away from the movie and to you, his lips curling into another smile of gratitude. You titled your head a bit to return the smile, moving your body just a bit to press a chaste kiss against his cheek.

“It’s no problem,” You told him, setting your pint of ice cream on to the night stand and wrapping your arms around one of his arms. “but you should also be thanking Eunwoo. This was partially his idea. He thought that you were getting to stressed.”

“I was.”

“And he knew that.” You continued to speak, snuggling closer to Sanha as you lightly focused on the movie, but keeping most of your attention on the boy next to you. “So he, well both of us, decided that you needed some time to relax. Hence our little ice cream/cuddle session.”

Sanha placed a hand over his heart, pursing his lips together in a goofy smile as he hugged you close to him. “Aw, thank for you caring about me, y/n.” His voice cracked a bit as he spoke, a blush forming on his cheeks and neck as you laughed lightly. “Anyways, I’ll have to thank Eunwoo later. Cause right now we still have some ice cream to dig into!”

“Okay, but let’s cuddle for a bit first.” You stood up from the bed, grabbing both of the pints of ice cream and placed them next to your bag before jumping back on to the bed. Sanha immediately wrapped his long arms around your waist, and you snuggled deep into the covers as you wrapped him into a big hug. Sanha took his hat off, throwing it gently on to a near by chair before nuzzling his face into your hair and breathing in the comforting scent.

“Our ice cream better not melt.” He mumbled, moving his gaze to your face as he narrowed his eyes in a joking manner. “Otherwise I might get angry.” Sanha playfully dug his fingers into your sides, eliciting a series of laughter from you as you ran your fingers through his curly hair.

“Might?” You drew back from him a bit to give him a questioning gaze. The serious look on his face lasted for about two seconds, and he tried his hardest to keep it there longer, but he melted into a pile of giggles and smiles. “No, never mind. I can never be angry at you.”

“You can try though.”

“I’d rather not, actually. I like you too much to hate you.”