tagging to be safe~

here’s to the glory still to be

for Yuri Plisetsky Week 2017, Day 7

Relationships: Yuri Plisetsky & Viktor Nikiforov, Yuri Plisetsky/Viktor Nikiforov, Yuri Plisetsky & Katsuki Yuuri, Yuri Plisetsky & Otabek Altin, Katsuki Yuuri/Viktor Nikiforov

Tags: time travel, age-regression/de-aging

Summary:

“Hi,” says Viktor, smile bright and camera-ready. His hand, when he extends it, is small and delicate. “I think you know who I am, but we haven’t met.”

His accent is very thick, very Russian in a way Yuri has never heard before. He looks from the offered hand to Viktor’s face, barely an inch higher, and tracks his hair, long and pale and spilling over his shoulders. He can’t be older than, well, Yuri.

“No,” says Yuri. “We haven’t.”

[Read on AO3]

for @nooowestayandgetcaught​ and @bekasyura​, who indulged my spite and worked with me to create the event which allowed this vague idea to become an actual 12k fic

im no exactly sure how id do it yet but would any of you be interested in a ‘safe’ tag and/or blog ??? like basically a collection of stims that are free from some of the most common triggers (hands, trypo, knives, background noise, clusters, etc.) ???

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Noct’s interaction with animals is what i live for (´▽`ʃƪ)

think of asexuality/not feeling sexual attraction like this:

imagine you were born being unable to smell. you could see, hear, feel, and taste but you could not smell. people all around you tell you about how flowers smell. how some flowers smell sweet and others can smell more bitter. you’re confused, because you believe that bitter and sweet are words to describe the taste of food. people tell you about how flowers smell, and they hold flowers up to your nose to get you to smell them.

you smell nothing, and you might even sneeze from the pollen. you tell them to stop making you smell the flowers, because you just can’t. and they tell you, “flowers smell so good though!” and no matter how hard you try, you just can’t…smell…the…flowers.

and you can appreciate how the flowers look, and how they grow in nature, and you can draw them and read about them and appreciate the flowers but you are literally unable to smell them.

  • me, after seeing Rogue One: ok this is a great movie and there's so much to talk about!
  • also me: VADER VADER VADER VADER VADER VADER VADER VADER VADER VADER VADER VADER VADER VADER VADER VADER VADER VADER VADER VADER VADER VADER VADER VADER VADER VADER VADER VADER VADER VA-

James Potter: seventeen, hair got struck by lightning at age four and hasn’t sat down since, knuckles that jut out, holds his wand between his teeth to impress girls- to impress the girl, doesn’t own one pair of matching socks, the kind of attractive that fills the ribs, fills the shoulder blades, fills the heart, Sirius painted his nails once and he kept the polish on all week, sees the girl before registering anyone else in the room, young organs pumping young blood, wired to himself, to his boys, to the girl, can tell what you’re about to say before you say it, he’s just sort of like that, has a habit of leaning arms on peoples shoulders, starts the trust fall before anyone realises they’re  meant to be catching him

Sirius Black: seventeen, eats whipped cream by the fork full, rolls up the sleeves of his robes, begins most conversations with: you absolute fuck, column of his throat running down the neck like water, leaves his text books all over school, made of gut feeling, of instinct, of starting before you know how to finish, a part of him still stuck in that house, with the door slamming, with his mother yelling, with the world ending,  he is the bomb going off in the swimming pool, he has probably made a bomb go off in the swimming pool, smoking just outside the door- look- you can see the smoke, you can see the shaking hands.

Remus Lupin: seventeen,  jumpy, long eyelashes, the sullen quiet of fog in winter, scars up the arms, round the neck, across the chest, eyes that stare as if they are waiting for permission, plays the same records until he’s mouthing the words in his sleep, gives out flowers for gifts, sarcasm that could stop the heart, soft, like the skin above your collar bone, like stained glass windows with light through them, like seeing a star in a textbook, knowing that  something that good is out there even if it is far away, often has wind billowing through his baggy t-shirts, pulls out his bottom lip when thinking, at night wakes up sweating, dreaming of blood in his mouth, the kind you get when you rip an arm off, when you lick the bone clean.

 

Peter Pettigrew: seventeen, socks right to the knee, eating an ice cream, has a sore neck from always looking up, raw fingernails- bitten to the cuticles, full of fear, oozing fear, could fill cathedrals with this fear, burns books for no reason, unmade bed, the flush of a cheek that is bloated, a mound of blood, sits on the floor because there is no room at the table, counts on his fingers, pulled a muscle when walking up the fourth staircase, shuts his eyes, opens them, realises he is still in his own skin, pale, a stick of white, unassuming, like flowers, or the moment the ground gives way, all at once, as if it was going to all along

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I only just found out about this

Are you saying that the live-action movie has replaced Shang with some random gary stu OC whose straight guy boner™ is instantly activated once he realizes Mulan is actually a cute girl and not a guy

People on my feed are saying that Disney’s doing this because they’re trying to dodge “bi speculations”, and this is after making such a big deal about being progressive re: Le Fou in Beauty and the Beast - what’s wrong with Shang liking Mulan a lot when he thought she was a guy (and to end up still liking her when he found out the truth, which is how it should be)?

Like wow, you can miss me with this tbh, Disney has done it again