Okay, so I binge-watched all Deniss’ ISU performances with Russian commentary (featuring Tarasova, of course) and this is SO MUCH FUN, OMG. Let me sum it up for you.
1. Rostelecom Cup: “Man, he still hasn’t any quads! Why oh why has he left Urmanov, this is such a fatal mistake, like, Lambiel was a brilliant skater but CLEARLY HE FAILS AS A COACH”.
2. NHK Trophy: “Oh, OK, this guy can actually skate, that’s interesting. But could someone please teach him tie his skates properly? He can break his neck with those dangling shoelaces. Also, teaching him quads would also be good”.
3. Europeans: “THIS IS GOLDEN, OH GOD, BLESS LAMBIEL FOR STARTING A COACHING CAREER, HE MADE A SKATER OUT OF THIS BOY. But still no quads, he needs quads. Btw, have we already said that LAMBIEL IS GENIUS?”
4. Worlds: “Hmm, have you ever noticed, that he has his own style? I believe… Yeah, yeah, he definitely has it! Personality, I mean. Oh, and you know, what he hasn’t? QUADS”.
Tsar Nicholas II, Emperor and Autocrat of All the Russias (1868 - 1918)
“What am I going to do? What is going to happen to me, to you, to Alix, to Mother, to all Russia?“
Nikolai Aleksandrovich Romanov was born on May 6, 1868, in the Alexander Palace in Tsarskoye Selo, south of St. Petersburg. He was the eldest son of his parents, Alexander Alexandrovich, the heir to the Russian throne, and Princess Dagmar of Denmark. Nicolas’s grandfather was the Tsar, Alexander II, known as the Liberator for emancipating Russia’s serfs in 1863. Their family, the Romanov dynasty, had ruled Russia for three hundred years. Nicholas would be the last emperor.
Unlike his soft-hearted, liberal grandfather, Nicholas’s father was a reactionary, whose conservative and religious values strongly influenced Nicholas’s beliefs. In 1891, Nicholas’s father acceded to the throne when Alexander II was murdered by an anarchist revolutionary. This murder convinced both Alexander III, and his son, against offering further reforms. Yet Nicholas’s education did not prepare him at all for his future role as Russian emperor.
Although he had a close relationship with his mother, Nicholas’s father believed his son to be silly and weak. Tsar Alexander III was a very strong ruler and saw no need to share a job with his uninterested heir. He refused to let him participate in any affairs of state; once, when Nicholas was twenty-five, a minister suggested that he be allowed to head a committee to supervise the completion of the Trans-Siberian Railway. Alexander III was incredulous. “Have you ever tried to discuss anything of consequence with him?” asked the Tsar about his son and heir. “He is still absolutely a child; he has only infantile judgements. How would he be able to become president of a committee?”
The Romanov family in 1893. From left to right: Tsarevich Nicholas, Grand Duke George, Empress Maria
Feodorovna (Princess Dagmar of Denmark), Grand Duchess Olga, Grand Duchess Xenia, Grand Duke
Michael, Tsar Alexander III seated.
In neither his education nor his temperament did Nicholas show much aptitude to be emperor. He enjoyed foreign languages and history, but struggled with economics and politics. In general he preferred sport to books, when older he delighted in the military and served for a year when he was nine-teen. In 1894 he married Princess Alexandra of Hesse-Darmstadt, a German noble, with whom he had four daughters and a son, Alexei. Alexandra was an assertive woman whose personality dominated the weaker Nicholas, and she strongly reinforced his belief in autocratic rule and his resistance to democratic reforms. In contrast to his political life, Nicholas’s home life was serene. He was a wonderful family man, a devout Orthodox Christian, and devoted to his wife and children.
The same year that he married, Nicholas became the Tsar when his father died of kidney disease. The newly-crowned emperor had not expected to be thrust into the role so soon, and he panicked about running the vast Russian empire all by himself. It was the moment, he wrote, that he “had dreaded all his life.” He confessed his fears to a cousin: “Sandro, what am I going to do? What is going to happen to me, to you, to Alix, to Mother, to all Russia? I am not prepared to be Tsar. I never wanted to become one. I know nothing of the business of ruling. I have no idea of even how to talk to ministers.”
Nicholas determined to uphold the status quo as Tsar, but unfortunately evens abroad and at home forced his hand. Hoping not to be left out of the imperial scramble, Russia grew its industry in the Far East, and forced concessions from China in Manchuria. Yet Russian’s expansion provoked the Japanese, who attacked Russia’s eastern border in 1904, beginning the Russo-Japanese War. Europeans were convinced that the white Russians would easily triumph over the “yellow” Japanese, but the Japanese embarked on a series of victories ending in the total destruction of the Russian fleet at the Battle of Tshushima in 1905.
Nicholas and Alix’s engagement photo, 1894.
The defeat was a stunning humiliation for Russian prestige. At home it sparked outrage and crisis that turned to strikes and riots. In January 1905, Russian troops opened fire on demonstrators in front of the Winter Palace in St. Petersburg, killing many. Outrage turned to outright revolution, and eventually the Tsar was forced to grant concessions in a constitution, as well as establish an elected parliament, the Duma.
Despite some elements of democratic reform, Nicholas tightened his autocratic rule. Secret police crushed revolutionary elements in the cities, and voting laws prevented the election of radicals. A travel guide for foreigners published in 1914 warned against taking photos in rail stations - offenders would be arrested.
The Tsar’s most pressing crisis, however, was at home. His son and heir, the Tsarevich Alexei, had hemophilia, the scourge of interbred European royal families. Nicholas and Alexandra despaired for their child and sought any means to help him. They turned to an unlikely source, a disheveled mysticfrom Siberia named Grigori Rasputin. Rasputin’s monasticism belied his true character, that of a debauched womanizer and con-man. Russian noble society despised him, but Alexandra especially confided in him, and Rasputin strengthened her belief in Nicholas’s divine right to rule. His influence steadily eroded the trust Russian people felt for their Tsar.
Nicholas (left) with his cousin King George V of England. They are wearing German military uniforms while on a visit to Berlin. Despite their likeness, George refused to help Nicholas or offer him asylum during the Russian Revolution, fearing that he might be toppled as well.
Nicholas’s failing popularity received a boost in 1914, when Russia went to war against Germany and Austria. Although Nicholas was close to his cousin, the Kaiser (they wrote to each other as “Nicky” and “Willy”), Russians enlisted en masse and displayed loyalty and love for their royal family. Yet endless failures at the front burst newfound support for the Tsar, especially when Nicholas took over from his cousin as supreme commander in 1915, a position in which he demonstrated no talent. The unending string of military disaster was now firmly pinned on him. Worse, economic deprivations at home soon turned into crisis. Russia was deeply in debt and many were starving. Approval of the royal family soured; they were thought to be living in luxury while ordinary Russians died at the front or starved at home.
In March 1917 (February of the old Russian calendar), demonstrations in St. Petersburg (now Petrograd) again turned to revolution. This time, Nicholas had no army to turn to - the military was in a state of collapse, with many soldiers deserting to go back home and take part in the revolution. Helpless, Nicholas abdicated on March 15, 1917. He hoped to go to England for asylum, but the British government (fearing he might provoke the British left) refused his request. Five hundred years of Russian Tsardom ended with NIcholas.
A shaky liberal-socialist Provisional Government was set up to replace the monarchy, but the war continued to go badly. Nicholas went into house arrest in the Urals with his family. His situation worsened in the fall of 1917, when a radical communist party, the Bolsheviks, ousted the Provisional Government. Civil war began in Russia between the Bolshevik “Reds” and the “Whites”, a complex mix of warlords and political parties who opposed the Bolsheviks.
The Russian royals played no role in the Civil War, but the Bolsheviks feared that the Tsar and his family could become a symbol for the White armies to rally around. Nicholas, Alexandra, and their children were transported to a house in Yekaterinburg for safe-keeping, but in the summer of 1918 the war was going poorly for the Reds and the Czech Legion, a unit of the White army, was rapidly advancing towards Yekaterinburg.
Nicholas in captivity at Tsarskoye Selo. This is one of the last photos taken in his life.
On the night of July 16-17, as the Czechs neared, Bolshevik leader Vladimir Lenin ordered the execution of the royal family. What actually happened is still shrouded in some state secrecy, but what is known is that a truckload of local Bolsheviks and foreign soldiers entered the house and ordered the ex-Tsar and his family to the basement. The Empress asked for chairs for her and thirteen-year-old Alexei to sit upon. The Red commander brought in two chairs, and then informed the stunned Tsar that he had been condemned to death. “What? What?” asked the Tsar. The executioners brought out revolvers and began shooting the family. The four daughters, between twenty-two and seven-teen years old, had been hiding some of their jewels in their clothes which deflected the bullets. The Bolshevik shooters stabbed them with bayonets and shot them in their heads, and stabbed to death their maid, who had shielded herself with a pillow full of jewels.
The executioners burnt, dismembered, and buried the bodies. In 1976 a team of investigators found their grave, but did not release the information until the collapse of the Soviet Union. Rumors had long abounded that one of the daughters, seven-teen year-old Anastasia, had survived and escaped the massacre, which were put to rest. In 2000 the Russian Orthodox Church canonized the family as saints; today the place where they were buried is the site of a church.
Sorry to be needy but may i ever so innocently demand some otapliroy headcanons?? <3
Not needy at all, amor x <3
Since you said “innocently” let’s get some fluffy headcanons rolling
JJ absolutely loves both Otabek and Yuri’s accents, since they both speak to him in English. Yuri sometimes gets annoyed when JJ smiles at his incorrect pronunciations, but JJ always strokes his cheek and reassures him it’s cute. Otabek is the one who’s regularly asking “Is that right?” or “Did I say that correctly?” and JJ is more than happy to teach him.
Conversely, JJ tries his best to learn some Russian (and Kazakh), and is confident he can master it. His pronunciation is pretty terrible and Yuri does make fun of him for it, but both him and Otabek are pleased that he’s making an effort.
The Russian is significantly less fun when JJ’s been annoying them both and they just start talking to each other in rapid Russian. This usually ends with JJ apologising with a “Waitwaitwait slow down - I know what that word means, Yuri–”
Their favourite thing to do for dates is to try out new snack spots. Smoothie bars, ice cream parlours, you name it - you can usually catch the three of them hanging out there together. Yuri always shares sips and bites of his food with Otabek, but impatiently pushes JJ away whenever he tries to steal some because he takes the biggest fucking sips and bites in the world. Otabek never minds though, and will let JJ have some of whatever he’s having.
Otabek will never understand Yuri and JJ’s shared love for mint ice cream. Never.
After many evenings walking home while carrying a tired Yuri, JJ once decided he wanted to try carry Otabek.
His scream still haunts them all.
Yuri loves to drape himself along the both of them, either on the couch or when in bed. He stretches out his long limbs like he’s not sharing the space with two muscular men, but neither of them mind too much. He claims it’s because he’s more “comfortable,” but in reality he just likes to be close to both of them.
Yuri shaves both of their hair for them, and always gives them a kiss on the forehead with a “все сделано” when he’s finished.
Otabek gives the best massages, and can usually back rub both Yuri and JJ to sleep if he tries hard enough.
JJ is hands down the best cook, and loves to treat his boyfriends to big breakfasts and delicious dinners.
They remember the tiniest details about each other.
JJ knows that Yuri likes to keep his shampoo on the left and conditioner on the right, and that Otabek usually sneezes in quiet sequences of three.
Otabek knows that Yuri’s favourite lipgloss is one called Pink Lemonade, and that JJ takes most of his drinks with ice.
Yuri knows that particular furrow in Otabek’s brow when he’s worried about something, and that JJ feels most productive at around noon.
The three of them have a strong relationship built on love, trust and respect, and there’s no sound more beautiful than the three of them laughing together while cuddling on the couch.
I stg y'all langblr fuckers are ANIMALS. Some of y'all bios like “ok so I’m fluent in English, Spanish, French, Cantonese, and Chinese and I’m learning Hindu, Urdu, Ukrainian, Ancient Greek, and hieroglyphics.” Miss me with that shit. It took me 89.23 trillion years to be proficient in Spanish.
Can you tell us more about your "Austrian" grandpa? When did your family figure out that he was a Russian Jew? Was he fleeing the tsarist draft?
I’m not sure if he was fleeing the Tsarists specifically, or Russia in general.
GG had suspected he wasn’t actually Austrian, mostly from the heavy Russian accent and the fact that he barely knew anything about Austria. He had some kind of crisis of faith prior to meeting her and was always uncomfortable discussing matters of faith. Which kind of worked out fine for GG, because being a third generation agnostic was hard in the nineteen teens.
But, when a guy never eats pork “out of habit” you get an idea.
As he got on in years, he started developing dementia. He gradually lost his ability to speak English, So he started speaking German, then he started to lose that and spoke only Russian at the very end. Mom still knows a smattering of both languages form communicating
He also lost the ability distinguish what happened on TV from what happened IRL and started doing things like thinking he had lunch with the Queen of England because she was on TV while he was eating.
This sounds really tragic but Grandpa Adam quickly realized that he was losing it, and decided that it meant he didn’t have to deal with anyone else’s nonsense anymore. Also, since he was retired and could stay at home, there wasn’t much issue in indulging him.
So mom would come home from school and ask grandpa what he did that day, and would listen to how he had a political discussion with Mr. Gorbachev. Grandpa Adam had trouble with reality but DAMN if he didn’t have some great diplomatic ideas about how to end the cold war.
“Triage: It would be needed on a massive scale. Even a single nuclear weapon in a major city would see at least 10,000 casualties that need medical aid, and thats for a very small device. A strategic weapon would wound 100,000 or more in a large enough city. In the first few hours, figuring out who can wait and who needs the scarce medical resources would be critical. The disposal of bodies: When I was in school, I read a FEMA report on the best use of petroleum in the post attack scenario, with regards to the burying of the dead. The question was which would be more efficient, using the fuel to start fires for cremation, or to use the fuel to run earth moving machinery for mass graves. The conclusion is one thing that stayed with me after all this time. I have never forgotten it, and the horror I felt reading it has never diminished. It has served as the basis for many terrible dreams. The conclusion was that it would be more efficient to use the earth moving machinery to bury people over the age of 14. But children, due to the greater proportion of body fat, would be efficiently burned. The fat providing enough fuel to sustain the fire until the corpses were destroyed. I remember thinking that somewhere, someone had to sit down and figure out how much heat energy a burning toddler releases. After I read that, I have always thought that if we failed in what we were doing (if we failed to deter the Soviets/Russians/whoever) the end result would be a thousand hospital parking lots with piles of burning children in it.” - A friend who works in the nuclear field, who asked to remain anonymous. He also sent the picture provided.
Not to be that guy, but please re-blog this. I want everyone to see even just one consequence of a nuclear war.
I was originally going to just copy-paste my other post and change the names bUT,,, this got out of my hands once again
Yuri is the little mermaid, of course
But instead of Victor being a human prince Yuri falls for, it is Victor, –merman Victor–, who falls for a human prince Yuuri
He goes to the sea witch Georgi to ask to be turned human. Georgi accepts, taking Victor’s beautiful long hair in exchange for legs. The conditions of the contract are the same. Marry the human or else he’ll perish, turning to sea foam
Victor accepts, knowing for sure he can make this human fall for him
Yuri, on the other hand, is not so happy to know Victor gave up his tail for legs. Human legs. AND HIS BEAUTIFUL HAIR.
Yuri, too, pays the sea witch a visit, hoping he’ll provide a spell that will bring Victor back
Georgi tells him there isn’t, unless the human married someone else, breaking Victor’s heart, he wouldn’t provide any spell that could give him his tail back. Not while he’s on the surface.
Yuri’s getting frustrated. “So why don’t you give me the same spell you gave him and give me a pair of legs? I’ll drag him back into the ocean myself!”
“honey… I don’t think you understand. A pair of legs comes with a great deal of pain, though you’ll dance beautifully it’ll feel as if you’re stepping on glass. Victor was able to accept these conditions because he was in love. And you, darling, have only rage in you.”
Victor’s decisions suddenly make even less sense. But fuck if he cared, what did it matter what he felt? All he knew is he wanted Victor back. Pain? Can’t be worse than having to live the 280+ years he has left without Victor. The fuck did this guy know about him anyway.
They make a deal. This time it’s Yuri’s voice he trades for legs. On the promise that he’ll make Victor return.
He doesn’t have to look for him much. There’s a kingdom by the sea where a prince with the same name as him lives. As Yuri is getting out of the water with his newly-acquired legs, he finds Victor’s out for a walk on the beach.
“Yuri!” He calls out, arms wide open. But no, not to him. Because out of the corner in comes another human, wearing a fancy blue suit, dark hair slicked back. And his eyes… soft as they fixate on Victor. Yuri can’t blame him, really. Victor takes the stranger in his arms, and they spin around, laughing. This is what humans called dancing, right? Where had he heard about it, again? Georgi… he’d said dancing hurt your feet like walking on glass. Was Victor that stupid?
He tries to call out to him, but his voice gets stuck in his throat, no sound comes out. Fuck, he wasn’t used to this walking thing, but he found himself running towards them.
After this it plays out mostly like the first three episodes. Both Yuri’s are to compete in a dance-off. Victor refuses, knowing it wouldn’t be fair for Yurio (he got nicknamed Yurio in the palace because he shouldn’t have the same name as the prince). But Yurio stops him, agreeing to the dance-off with a nod of his head.
And, Victor was going to be the judge, as anyone else in the palace would be biased to choose Yuuri as the winner