the green ones are the best

Thymewitch’s Healing Tea Ritual

Recently I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather mentally, physically, and spiritually so here’s a little ritual I do every time I have a cup of tea thought my day to recharge! This ritual is perfect for beginners, closet witches, low-spoons witches, and those with only a few moments to spare thought their day ♡

*This ritual is not to be used to replace medications or professional help, it is simply an aid

Ingredients:

  • 1 cup of tea (any kind) 
  • your intent

Take your tea and stir counterclockwise (to release anxiety, stress, and negative energy) 

Add a dollop of sugar or artificial sweetener (to sweeten one’s mood and other’s disposition towards oneself)

Stir your tea clockwise (to seal in universal love and well being)

(Optional) Cast a circle

Kneel or sit on the floor facing the direction that best corresponds with your needs

  • North for mental stability, prosperity, money, wealth, a green thumb, oneness with animals, mental strength, grounding, mental protection, nature, rebirth of one’s sense of purpose
  • East for mental power and focus, improved communication skills, easing travel anxiety, honing intellect, increasing abstract thinking, improved teaching, divination, freedom, happiness, new beginnings
  • South for the will to step into action, increased passion and lust, increased energy, purification and rejuvenation of will, physical strength, protection from bodily harm
  • West for emotional strength and understanding, achieving dreams, increased compassion, unconditional love, mending a broken heart or sadness, strengthened psychic ability, spiritual healing, feeling rested, emotional cleansing, astral travel, death of emotional pain

Drink your tea and focus on healing!

Note: Correspondences in this spell are personal. If one or more of them do not feel right, change them to better suit your needs. New ideas are welcomed but I am not looking for your criticism. 

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THIS IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: “Warning”

Is the cop or am I the one who’s really dangerous?

Okay, before I say anything about this song I’d really just like for us to sit for a minute and appreciate the bassline. Mike Dirnt Is Important, remember? And it’s not just because he’s a very good bass player (he is), but because he’s also an incredibly good writer of bass parts. He builds his lines into the songs so well, deepening and enhancing the melodies as much as he drives the rhythm. This is one the best examples of how good he is at it: it’s him powering this whole song, and he makes it look so effortless you barely even notice if you’re not paying attention.

The original idea for “Warning” was to write a song with lyrics taken entirely from signs and labels. A good portion of the lyrics are still exactly this, but some commentary was added in as the song developed, like the line I’ve used as an epigraph for this post. I like that line not just because - well, because of its accuracy, the laser-focus on the truth versus what we’re told the truth is long before our current crisis of faith in police forces. Anyone who has been disenfranchised by society has known not to trust the cops for almost as long as the cops have existed, of course, but Billie Joe’s recognition of the danger that police can present reveals something twofold about him: first of all, it speaks to his life experiences in Rodeo and Oakland as a disenfranchised teen and punk. Secondly and more importantly it shows, in 2000, an understanding that the “dangers” society warns us about aren’t always the true danger, or violence, being enacted upon us. Following societal rules doesn’t ensure our safety - it ensures the safety of the structures and people that created those rules in the first place.

It seems like it should be a simple thing, but even a lot of activists fail to understand it: if inequality is built into the way a society exists, it is that societal structure that is violent and oppressive, and there is no way to “fix” it while abiding by its rules. People have criticized Green Day’s politics for being too simplistic, particularly on American Idiot, but I think “Warning” shows a deeper understanding of both politics and power than they are generally assumed to possess.

Also, for being an acoustic song, it sure is a banger.

- Jacqui // @sandovers

stellarlittlefox  asked:

I'm covered in freckles (like..... everywhere. Nowhere is safe from freckling with me) and my shoulders are double jointed!! I've got one green and one hazel eye too!

 (freckles are the best)(can’t say it enough)(the best)

and your eyes sound beautiful!

FUNFACT

I’ve always been interested in getting different colored contacts either for cosplays or to freak those around me out

INTERESTING FACT ABOUT YOURSELF AND I WILL REPLY WITH AN INTERESTING FACT ABOUT MYSELF

what's a fire and how does it - what's the word? - burn

so i have this disney playlist i listen to usually when i’m driving and i was blasting poor unfortunate souls this morning and i was thinking

what if ariel didn’t sign the scroll?

because she’s about to, okay, and she looks at the paper. the parchment made of seaweed, the ones that’s specially treated to survive underwater. and she thinks of her cave of treasures, her books that remain perfectly preserved underwater. “no thank you,” she says slowly, becoming keenly aware of air of this place, of the not-people she’d seen who hadn’t been able to pay the price for sea witch’s bargain. “i – no. thank you. but no.”

ursula tries to convince her otherwise, but ariel runs. she goes back to her cave, destroyed as it was by her father’s anger, and thinks.

she’s the daughter of triton. her books never got wet, though she lives in the ocean. she feels a pull inside her, to the land, to somewhere else, but what if – what if –

what if she doesn’t need the sea witch or her father to perform magic for her? what if she has her own?

ursula had wanted her voice because that’s how she performed her magic. singing in this cave had given it powers and protection, and when she saved her prince from the sea – she sang then too, to keep him safe, to guide him back to life and away from death.

so she has magic. she only needs to figure out how to use it.

so that’s what ariel does now. she’s quiet and keeps to herself, and her father and sisters think that it’s because she’s upset with her father, that she’s busy licking her wounds. she’s moved on from that. she has no trident, and is uninterested with fueling her magic with the souls of the damned like ursula has. so she needs to figure something else out.

she does what she’s not supposed to do, and goes where she’s not supposed to go, slipping past the guards and patrols to the one place in the sea that is forbidden to all of them.

the crevice in the earth where what remains of her grandmother lives.

ariel goes to amphitrite, and the sea goddess is so much bigger than ariel, the size of great whale as she curls at the bottom of the sea floor, too old and too tired to do anything more than sleep. “granddaughter,” the great being croaks, opening an eye as blue and as unfathomable as the sea, “you look like me.”

“they say i look like my mother,” she says, and to herself adds: that’s why father can barely stand to look at me.

“you have more of me in you than your mother,” she says, and she shifts and pulls her mass of red hair over her shoulder. “more of me in you than your father does, even.”

“i have magic,” she says, pulling her bravery to the fore as she swims closer to her grandmother, “i want you to teach me how to use it.” amphitrite pushes herself up, and it’s the first time she’s moved in a millennia, and ariel notices for the first time that her grandmother isn’t a mermaid – she has legs.

she has legs.

“you have power,” amphitrite corrects fiercely, “and i will teach you to wield it.”

and so she does. ariel spends her nights by her grandmother, learning to harness the power of the sea that runs in her veins, and sleeps her days away while her sisters and flounder and sebastian grow more and more concerned, but she refuses to tell them why. she refuses to be stopped.

but her heart still aches. she fell in love with her prince, and she wants him still. so she swims to the edge, goes to the beach where his castle resides in the dead of night when her lessons with her grandmother are complete, and sings

. she’s careful not to let any magic leak through, only her voice. she does not want to enchant him. she wants him to love her as she is. so she sings, her voice clear and powerful and cutting through the air. she hopes he can hear it.

then one day a figure walks to the beach, and it’s him, her prince. “hello?” he calls out, “are you out there? are you – please, it was you that saved me, wasn’t it? won’t you come out and let me see you?”

so she does, waves her tail at him until he catches sight of her and takes hesitant, disbelieving steps closer.

“you’re a mermaid,” he says, eyes wide, “i thought i saw – but it couldn’t be.”

“i am, and it can,” she says, heart beating wildly in her chest. he’s just as handsome as she remembered, and she wants him just as much. “my name is ariel.”

“ariel,” he repeats, and pulls off his boots and goes wading into the water, watching her to see if she flinches away from him. she doesn’t, and his strides grow bolder. “my name is eric.”

“eric,” she whispers, and when he’s close enough he touches her, trailing fingers across the bare skin of her shoulder and tangling them in her hair.

when he kisses her, she feels powerful enough to undo the world.

so there’s that now, spending her nights with her grandmother and her prince, and she knows how to make her own legs now, could walk onto land and be made a queen among the two legged men.

but she’s a princess here first, and before she can do that she needs to take care of something.

ursula.

the rotten sea witch with her rotten sea magic won’t be allowed to torment her people any longer.

she tells her grandmother, and amphitrite smiles and says, “an excellent decision, child. i’ve enjoyed our time together, but i think it’s time for me to sleep once more. i’ve taught you everything i can.”

and tears prick ariel’s eyes, but she holds them back. she knew that it couldn’t be forever, that her grandmother can’t die but no longer desires to live and this is the in-between.

“you’ll be an amazing queen,” amphitrite murmurs, and closes her eyes for a millennia more.

this isn’t something to be done in the dead of night, although it would be easier to do it then.

she will make a spectacle of it, she will remind the sea that her people are not to be trifled with.

once upon a time they feared a blue eyed, red haired sea queen with the power to destroy them all. it’s time for them to do so again.

so she drives ursula to the center of the city. her sisters cower and people hide, and her father comes rushing forward to save her.

“you’ve committed great crimes against my people,” she says, not flinching as lightning gathers in the sea witch’s hands, “so now shall a great crime be committed against you.”

“foolish girl,” the sea witch snarls.

triton is yelling. he won’t get there in time.

he doesn’t have to.

she doesn’t need to sing anymore. instead she lifts her hands and pulls ursula apart without ever touching her, not only renders flesh from bone but also sets free the souls she’s been hoarding, reverses the magic done to those who’d fallen into the sea witch’s trap.

they all stare at her, her people, her father, and her sisters. she looks to triton and says, “i’m not a little girl anymore.”

he opens his mouth, closes it again, then says, “i can see that.”

all at once everyone’s perceptions are turned sideways about their youngest princess. she commands a power that even her father doesn’t have access to, she’s not depressed and dreamy – she’s powerful young woman who knows exactly what she’s doing.

so she does what she wanted to do, she gives herself legs and steps onto the sand and launches herself into eric’s arms. she becomes his bride, and the rumors run rampant of what she is, of where she came from, but they can’t prove anything and so they rule.

they live long, happy lives. ariel is his consort, his advisor, his wife, his tactician, and his best friend. all those years reading drowned books have certainly paid off. she ages herself along with her husband, bears his children and then teaches them they ways of her – their – people.

her husband dies, and she disappears, like the stories of selkie women that everyone whispers around her. their children give their father a sea burial, and vow to see him again one day. what they know and none of their subjects do is this – their father’s body isn’t in that casket.

she returns to her ocean, her legs form into her glittering green tail, and she goes home. she uses her terribly powerful magic, and brings her husband with her. she went from princess ariel of the sea to queen ariel of the land, and now she’s back again.

she’s not quite a teenager, but neither is she the old woman she pretended to be on land. she’s returned her and her husband to the prime of their life, and as she gained legs to be with him, he now gives his up to be with her.

eric becomes a merman, and a prince by virtue of being ariel’s husband.

she returns to her family and her world without missing a beat, and they all welcome her as if she never left, treat her husband with kindness and respect.

because they all know.

it doesn’t matter that she’s the youngest. when, far in the future, triton’s reign ends –

ariel’s reign will begin.

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Sojiro, king of Atlantis - Atlantis AU

I was planning at first to make Hanzo as the king of Atlantis just for the delight to imagine him say “You presume much to think you are welcome here (one of the best lines of the movie). But well, who could be playing the role of Kida then? 

Also I always loved the shot of the guards kneeling in front of their fallen king, so have the sons grieving their father instead (yes Genji is here and he’s green). Hanzo is not supposed to be there at his part of the movie but WHY NOT ?

Beltane Activities and Ideas
  • Walk the perimeter of your property to check that everything is in good order. Bring trash bags and do a general clean up of anything that is not where it should be.
  • Make a miniature maypole for your altar if you can not make a full size version
  • Get a new mirror, or use one you have already, and decorate it with ribbons and flowers for your bedroom
  • Fill a cauldron or a large bowl with fresh flowers (wildflowers are best)
  • Braid bracelets out of white ribbons and give them as gifts to friends or family
  • Make a dish of fruits, berries, nuts and leave in the wood for the animals and fae folk to enjoy
  • Cut branches of fresh green from budding trees, or make garlands of flowers to decorate the home for this celebration. Hang them on the doors and windows early, so the may sunrise finds them there!
  • Create a special wreath for the top of the May Pole
  • Make “May Day” baskets of flowers and leave on friends and family’s doorsteps as a surprise gift. Maybe they’ll think a faerie did it!
  • Create hair pieces and garlands for decorating your head or around your neck from flowers that are in bloom
  • Tie ribbons to trees to celebrate the coming of spring. Make a wish each time you tie a ribbon as it’s good luck to wish for things on this day!
  • Bathe your face in the morning dew to retain youth. The fair maid who, the first of May Goes to the fields at break of day And washes in dew from the hawthorn tree Will ever after handsome be. Other sources suggest using the dew found under oaks or on ivy leaves. Make a special wish as you wash your face in it or as you drink from a well before sunrise.
  • Dance the May Pole
  • During the Maypole dance, think about what you wish to weave into, or out of, your spirit. The Maypole is an ancient symbol of the male aspect of the Divine, while the ribbons are strands of life. Have small baskets of goodies around the room to symbolize the coming abundance and to enjoy after the Circle. Magic is hungry work. (from Trish Telesco’s Victorian Grimoire)

Anyway don’t think about Sana and Isak sitting in a KB right now, bc they both slacked of doing their project until now which is due after the break, and Isak reaching into his bagpack to get his book and stopping with a surprised but happy look on his face and Sana nudging him and pointing with her chin, asking

“what?”

And Isak pulling out two little chocolate bunnies, one in violet and one in green wrapping foil, with a drawing taped to one. 

The drawing is of two bunnies, one with a snapback and one with a hijab, both frowning at the books in front of them, and one saying ‘A’ while the other one says ’D’. 

And above it Even has written “for the best Bio Buddies Bunnies”

Dean and his sexuality

The thing is. 

If you portray a character as only ever actually purchasing yellow socks, and over the space of 12 years the audience sees him buying yellow socks a dozen times or so and when asked what colour socks he likes he says “I only like yellow socks”, then you are fully expected to think that he only likes to buy socks that are yellow. 

That is fine. However…

Consider if every time he has been asked or it has been implied that he might like socks that are not yellow it has been in a hostile environment and admitting to liking red socks might culturally seem like a weakness. 

Consider how the environment he grew up in made him believe red socks were culturally wrong and he maybe therefore just sticks to yellow because hey it’s not like he doesn’t like yellow socks too right?! 

Consider how many times he glances at and full on checks out red socks when there are some nice ones available. 

Consider how, when his best friend wears red socks he struggles to compute anything else in the room and eye-fucks the hell out of those red socks to the point that his brother is an awkward moose about it and has to clear his throat or change the subject on numerous occasions. 

Consider how when the red socks are forcibly taken away from him he usually goes and impulse purchases some yellow socks. But over the years it seems to satisfy him less and less. 

Consider how he is so desperate for red socks by this point that he’s stopped pretending so hard to his brother that he doesn’t want the red socks and is spending most of his time trying to get his best friend back to him who happens to have the exact particular red socks that he has been pining for for years. 

Consider how, after a bunch of life changing events he starts openly admitting that even though in the past he said he only liked yellow skittles for instance, he now actually admits to liking the blue, green and red ones too and that his brother just has to learn to deal with it because he’s now just done and impatient with having to hide it all, “grow up Sammy”.

Consider how he starts actually saying outloud that there are some things that he hides, that he sublimates

In conclusion:

It may not be explicitly canon yet that Dean is bisexual, but its a hella implied in the subtext.

Coupled with the fact that Dean has repeatedly and canonically admitted to hiding aspects of himself that he thinks are culturally seen as unmasculine eg. taylor swift, cake, fancy shampoo etc. To the point that in season 2 Sam actually tells him that he seems to be “Butch” and “Overcompensating”. Just saying. This is not new. This is not ‘Dabb ruining my favourite character’ or whatever, this has been there all along.

Coupled with the fact that in 12x05 he actually said the words “sublimation is kinda my thing”.

Coupled with the fact that 12x11 was a whole episode dedicated this. To explaining to the audience that Dean deep down is not who he portrays himself to be due to all the baggage he has accumulated over the years, heavily relatable to the whole ‘red and yellow socks’ metaphor. Also hella relevant in the whole ‘who are you’ discussions this season with the brainwashing, Alesha, Cas, the heart v brain v memories discussion. It is repeatedly shown that it is the heart that is who you really are, not the memories.

What I’m saying is it might not be canonically explicit yet but it sure is leading that way and this is not a new thing, it’s been in the subtext since season 1, it’s just only now coming to the surface as we are at the point in the story where Dean is starting to learn who he is and reconcile the old and the new within himself and accept himself for who he is.

This is not out of character. It is entirely IN character. You just have to have looked at who that character really is beyond the facade since the pilot to see it.

And hell, if a guy likes red and yellow socks why can’t he have both?

The Zodiac Signs as People
  • Aries: White boys with straight teeth and blue eyes that can only see what they want to see. Blond hair that seems to do what it wants and somehow they look like artwork without even trying.
  • Taurus: Asian men in nice suits with golden watches and the latest technology, a wedding ring that looks like it's been polished. Chestnut colored eyes with short, black hair.
  • Gemini: Japanese women who have cute smiles that make their eyes close, that have an almost blind innocence about both the beauty in the world and the scorn.
  • Cancer: Tall boys with light dark skin and giant dorky smiles and dorky glasses that you just can't help but love, with flannels that are slightly too big for them cause they're so lanky, and the only big thing about them are their soft brown eyes.
  • Leo: Beautiful dark skinned women with tight curls that bounce around their faces, with beautiful amber eyes and full lips that grab your focus as they speak.
  • Virgo: Loving islamic women who wear their headscarves as not only a religious pieces but a fashionable beauty. With piercing eyes that delve into the deepest part of your soul as the simplicity to their appearance and the hidden aspects make it so much more elegant.
  • Libra: Bi-racial women who smile like the sun comes from directly inside them and the moon is their best friend. They have gorgeous curly hair and smaller brown eyes with thick lips and full figures that only they can pull of perfectly. Beautiful styles of blue hues and greens and looking like they've popped right out of the most professional photo one could possibly imagine.
  • Scorpio: Little Latina women who's eyes cut like knives and who's eyeliner wings look like they'll pick her up and fly away. Beautiful and sexy their voices can both soothe the soul and cause chaos in the heart.
  • Sagittarius: Indian boys with their caramel skin and big eyes that reflect the beauty of mountains, and black, scruffy hair on their faces.
  • Capricorn: Protective dark skinned men with heavy accents and large arms that are secretly giant softies at heart, with beautiful kind souls. (I always personally imagine them in a nice suit with a gold or mustard colored tie).
  • Aquarius: Tall pale-skinned women who smile like the Earth was the most beautiful plant and the wonder in their gray eyes makes you think they're hoping there's a next.
  • Pisces: Short lighter-skinned black girls with looser curls with bright eyes and wide smiles.
What the Batfamily members smell like

Bruce: Sweat, leather, expensive cologne, that dry scent that tells you he’s carrying money in his pockets, scotch, envelopes. he likes to wear the best colognes because he has an image to keep, but when it’s just him he smells the way a father would smell. the batmobile smells like him so when he was dead his kids would sit in the car and just breathe it in so they’d never forget what he smelled like 

Dick: Fresh linen, fancy soaps Alfred bought for him, cereal, green apples, new car smell, hair gel, cheap wine, aftershave. he smells like one of those guys who wears ten different colognes to impress women, though in Dick’s case most of the time it’s just the way he naturally smells and it’s intoxicating 

Barbara: Lemons, cotton, honeysuckle, that familiar smell all computers seem to have, glossy magazines. she just smells really comforting and familiar, like that feeling you get when you hug your mom 

Jason: Cigarettes, sweat, gunpowder, leather jackets, the familiar alleys of Gotham City, freshly baked bread, buttery popcorn, dusty old books, cheap cologne. he’s got a very musky scent, but there are so many different aromas going on at the same time that he smells like an odd mix of all of them 

Cass: Jasmine shampoo, pine trees, the occasional faint scent of blood, the rubbery smell of bandages, cut flowers, scented candles, hot chocolate. she doesn’t wear perfume so she smells very natural 

Tim: Coffee grounds, printer ink, new book smell, the earthy scent of rain on hot pavement, sharpies. he smells very homey. he doesn’t usually wear cologne, but he smells just as appealing as Dick does without even trying. when you hug him you just want to stay in his arms and inhale his comforting scent as long as you can 

Stephanie: Cinnamon, strawberry shampoo, sugary perfume, coca-cola lip smackers, maple syrup, a warm sea breeze. she sprays on ten different perfumes at a time, so when people smell her they’re captivated by how many different aromas are going on at once. when you smell her it’s so inviting it just makes you want to be around her forever 

Damian: Batcow’s stables, butterscotch candies, the steel blade of his katana, paint from his artwork, pastel crayons, the earthy aroma of freshly dug soil. he always smells like Alfred’s garden, like dirt and green leaves and fresh vegetables. there’s always the slightest whiff of gingerbread too 

YOI Fan Rec Friday

Thanks for all the recs this week! Remider to send in your recs before Friday and to check my guidelines before sending me your rec! Thank you!

Rec’d by anonymous:
a constant satellite by sixpences, Teen, 6k
Victor’s been in a constant state of falling since Sochi, and with his return to Russian soil for the Rostelecom Cup looming, everyone needs to know.

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Rec’d anonymous:
Sympathy for the Devil by Mythmaker, Mature, 17k (WIP)
Yuuri Katsuki lost his dog, lost his ability to place higher than 6th at the Sochi Grand Prix final, and lost his pride when Viktor Nikiforov didn’t know who he was. After the night of the banquet, he also loses something else. Something kind of important. Something like his mortality.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Of Dahlias and Deadlines by ingthing, Gen, 55k (WIP)
All Victor wants is to get dahlias for Khloe and Brad’s wedding in under 24 hours. Hope comes in the form of the little family florist in his neighborhood and the quiet smiles of one Katsuki Yuuri.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
properly by Vitali (exocara), Teen, 3.8k
Yuuri’s gaze snaps to Viktor and he sees that Viktor is watching the proposal with a small, wistful smile on his mouth and slightly shining eyes. Yuuri can read the longing in them and that is the moment that he realizes:He never actually proposed to Viktor.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Ties That Bind by QueBae, Teen, 31k (WIP)
The first time Viktor saw Yuri Plisetsky was by pure chance at a private rink in Moscow, skating for his dedushka. He thought they would never meet again but it seemed he was lucky in life.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Once You Go Greek by Defiant-Dreams (baterina_1234), Mature, 16k (WIP)
A fraternity fic wherein Yuuri and Viktor are in rival frats, but they fall in love anyway.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Return of the Little Piggy by JMonCheri, Mature, 28k (WIP)
Everybody had their regrets in college. For the students, it was making fun of Katsuki Yuuri. For Yuuri, it was letting himself become too stupid. For Viktor, it was not doing anything.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Sleepless in St. Petersburg by colorblindly, Teen, 1k
Yuri has some trouble falling asleep, and it might be because of a certain couple who are very much in love.

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Rec’d by @omgkatsudonplease :
Just Hold On (We’re Going Home) by kiaronna, Mature, 23k
Where Yuuri remembers the banquet, Viktor forgets, and Yakov Feltsman has his own plans.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
We Dem Boyz by Pocki_Ryugazaki, Mature, 24k (WIP)
This follows the story of them while they were in Detroit. The boys need some extra cash for their own personal reasons and decide to work at a strip club (thanks to Yuri).

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Rec’d by anonymous:
On (Online and Offline) Love by AlexWSpark, Teen, 17k (WIP)
In which Yuuri and Victor are gamers, head over heels for each other, and hoping to one day meet in person. Of course, when a whipped idiot and adorable fluff-ball are involved, shenanigans ensue…

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Red and Green by Jesse_Rae, Not Rated, 4.1k
Victor was a pure-blood, famous Gryffindor and Yuuri was a muggle-born Slytherin. Yet somehow, they could make red and green work.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
It’s About Love and a Lack of Conversation by Nolifefound, Gen, 11k (WIP)
Yuuri Katsuki’s last season was average, nothing more or less. He was still training in Detroit, still living with his rink-mate and best friend Phichit, still admiring his idol Victor Nikiforov from afar when a series of weddings in the figure skating world slowly, but surely changes his life.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Caught in Eros by Sunsoara, Explicit, 30k (WIP)
Yuuri and Victor’s relationship has grown into something beyond coach and student, beyond friends, and into something wonderful. Yet no one knows the depth of their love for each other - until now!

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Rec’d by @ever-so-nice :
This Conversation by RedTwice, Teen, 35k (WIP)
Christophe joins Yuuri in Detroit, and leads Yuuri down a six-year-long path of self-discovery.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Blood In The Water series by Mhalachai, Mature, 73k (WIP)
For years, Yuuri had heard people say Viktor’s skating was otherworldly. He never thought they were being literal.

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Rec’d by @buddhistmamaduck:
The Power of Love by kiaronna, Teen, 19k (WIP)
Yuuko and Yuuri dominate the singles skating competition as Japan’s power couple—except they aren’t a couple, and when their old skating idol stumbles into their personal life, everything rapidly goes downhill.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Bright Star; by c000kiesandcream, Gen, 8.9k (WIP) ***Major character death
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
anarchy for sale! t-shirts only ten dollars by KatsukiYuurisTrophyHusband (spookyfoot), Teen, 4.1k
Because the universe is somehow both cruel and indifferent, Yuuri sees Victor again two days later in the lobby of his ballet studio. He’s just finished his advanced pointe workshop. His hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat, he’s painted with a full body flush, and he’s wearing a shirt Phichit custom ordered that says “Tastier Than Katsudon” in screaming neon orange.
“Hi Yuuri!” Victor’s beaming and blocking his only exit.

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Rec’d by @burningphoenixwings :
If It’s You by Kiranokira, Explicit, 14k
Yuri turns and brandishes a damp sock at them. “Don’t let him sweet talk you into doing porn,” he tells Yuuri. Then he grimaces and mutters to himself in Russian, “I can’t believe my life has reached the point that I have to say things like this.”

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Rec’d by anonymous:
As The Ocean Blooms by luni, Teen, 40k
It started with Yuuri’s unmarked skin, and anger making his blood boil.
Then comes Viktor, and he dreams of the ocean, swallowing him up.

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Rec’d by @bluelup28:
To Boldly Go by xylophones, Teen, 21k (WIP)
A year in the life of badass science officer Yuuri Katsuki, Captain Viktor “Team Mom” Nikiforov, and simultaneously the best crew and worst crew in Starfleet history.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Yuuri Enchanted by the__magpie, Teen, 51k (WIP)
At birth, Yuuri Katsuki was given the gift of obedience, although he quickly learns as he grows up that it is a curse. He has to obey any command given to him, even if it puts him or others in danger. Too afraid to face the terrifying outside world, Yuuri stays in his home town of Hasetsu, until a chance encounter with Prince Victor urges him to venture outside of his safe bubble. Determined to break his curse, Yuuri begins on an adventure involving fairies, ogres, true love, and courage he never knew he had.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
A wager most simple by astralelegies, Teen, 7.1k
In which Yuuri and Yuuko make a bet involving a certain high school heartthrob, and Phichit is there to Instagram it along the way.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Snow Globe by aim7art, Gen, 1.9k
Yuuri is only a plastic figure inside a snow globe, forced to only be a spectator on a shelf as Viktor grows up. But it soon becomes not enough for him, and he wishes he could do more for the cheerful boy who grows into a lonely man.


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Even dreams sometimes.

Of his time at Bakka, of midnights at the skate park with Yousef and Mikael, or weed tinted laughs and screams all along the streets of Oslo. He dreams about Sonja, with her bright eyes that grew dull and her smile that turned forced. He dreams sometimes of Sana, two years younger with a sly smile and sharp wit and he dreams of the times when all of them hung out together- before words like bipolar and illness and reckless ever entered his vocabulary.

He dreams of running really fast. He dreams of tears running down his face and missed calls on his phone and terror because what has he done? Why can’t he control himself and why won’t his mind just shut up shut up shut up?

He dreams glimpses in between of nights locked in his room and the last words between his best friends and him. He dreams of silence and loneliness and the amount of effort it took to keep waking up day after day when all he wanted to do was fade away.

And then he dreams of his first day of Nissen. Of a boy in a red snapback singing wildly off tune to some rapper and half jumping onto his friend with dark eyebrow’s back. He dreams of blue eyes meeting green ones across the space of a cafeteria. He dreams of nights huddled together, of the weight of a teenage boy in his lap on their very own couch in their very own apartment.

He dreams of the moments in between too. Chlorine kisses and and warm skin underneath his fingertips, the distant sound of pop songs in the background and dancing. Of more tears and more fears and the sensation of being welcomed home into his arms.

Even dreams about a lot of things.

But when he wakes up and the dream is replaced by his reality- dirty laundry and a cuddly body and little plants decorating the sill of their window- he is gripped by the notion that he’ll take all of the dreams, good and bad and heartbreaking in between, if it means he gets to keep this.