Hey Lily I hear Potter is very FAWNd of you, how do you feel about that?
Lily: I feel like him and his friends are a lot more reckless than I am. They were voted most likely to go via explosion and I don’t have a death wish. No offense but I’d like to live past the age of twenty one.
DON’T YOU TELL ME YUURI HASN’T BEEN TO THE OLYMPICS MY BOY IS JAPAN’S ACE OF COURSE HE HAS
2008 olympics babes
Based off of @indiansummersunset and @iverindes preppy trust fund college kid Viktor. Yuuri is going to be a lot more skilled than when we first saw him in the series so basically. Super good skater + Trust fund Kid Viktor
(I sincerely apologize)
Yuuri stared down at the campus map on his phone, despite his glasses he still squinted to try to make sense of the many paths that overlapped each other. He looked up from his phone to see if there were any actual street signs then ruffled his hair and pushed his glasses further up his nose. “What’s the rink called anyways?” His muttered question was answered by a small group of girls all focused on someone out in the field. “It’s Nikiforov Rink.” They answered without even looking in Yuuri’s direction.
He stared down at the phone in his hands again, trying to find Nikiforov Rink, only to let out a frustrated sigh and adjust his glasses. “Nikiforov Rink? Where’s that? I’m going to be late to practice!” None of the girls answered his question but the figure they were focused on turned to look at him. Yuuri swore he could see literal sparkles surrounding the VIneyard Vines clothed man. Everything about him screamed preppy as he jogged across the large field, a frisbee in one hand and a smirk on his face. “Hey you!”
Yuuri looked both ways to see who the guy was shouting at then pointed to himself. “Who, me?”
“Yeah you!” The man jogged over with a bright smile while Yuuri could only think ‘Oh shit’ in his head. “Hey I heard you were lost, Nikiforov Rink right? I can find it on the campus app for you.” He smiled brightly as he held his hand out.
Yuuri looked down at his phone with an uncertain expression then smiled back and handed it to him. “Alright, thank you!”
After the silver-haired man typed for a few seconds he handed the phone back. “Here you go, good luck!” He winked at Yuuri then jogged back over to his friend to resume playing ultimate frisbee.
Yuuri smiled slightly and followed the map to the rink, he did however get sidetracked by a new message on his phone with a new contact.
From: Vik Nikiforov:
My parents build Nikiforov rink
But they built me better
The texts were followed with an obscene number of emojis. Yuuri blushed a bright red then slid his phone into his pocket.
Once Yuuri had made it to the rink he stashed his phone away in his bag and pulled his skates out. He laced them up then pulled his sweatshirt off and walked to the rink side. “Um, Mr. Cialdini?” A tall dark-haired man with a pony tail turned then flashed a bright smile. “Ah Yuuri!”
Yuuri smiled nervously then nodded and bowed. “Thank you for coaching me Mr. Cialdini!”
Celestino smiled as he waved his hands. “No need for that, you can call me Celestino or Ciao Ciao.” Yuuri smiled at that then nodded and gestured to the ice. “Ah, um. May I?”
Ciao Ciao nodded then gestured to the ice excitedly. Yuuri smiled as he took his skate guards off and set them on the barrier next to his glasses. After pushing his hair back he glided out and looked at the other skaters who were there. Since it wasn’t a “Scheduled” practice everyone was free to use the rink however they wanted. As he watched the groups fumble on the ice he practically winced at the way they were digging into the ice and creating holes.
Yuuri took a deep breath then put his wireless headphones in his ears, his phone already playing music that connected to them. Once he found out that the groups basically stayed at the edges of the rink to grip onto the barrier he glided to the center and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath then began to do warm-ups, a few simple laps around the rink and then basic jumps.
After he had warmed up he began to skate, testing out the choreography he had in his head. He sighed as he tried to figure out how to fit everything together into his new program. He spent almost an hour trying to work on choreography before huffing and pushing his hair away from his face.
Ciao Ciao spent the first hour observing and giving comments from the boards before having to leave to go to a meeting on the other side of the campus. Yuuri watched him leave with a sigh then went back to skating, the music changed to his most recent skate that he performed, making him smile and begin to skate as if he was at a competition again.
Yuuri didn’t get the chance to notice that the ice was completely empty, most of the students in the stands watching him. Thanks to another student who began to live record it to the rest of the campus, most of the students who weren’t in classes began to file in.
He had his eyes closed as he glided across the ice with a bright smile going from his step sequence into a quad flip, triple toe loop combination. By the time he finished that combination jump Viktor Nikiforov and his entourage had entered to see the newest skating scholarship winner.
It had almost become a show at the point with how many people came to see him skate, when he transitioned into his biellmann spin more than half of the students gasped as Yuuri did it then began dizzying spins.
Yuuri finished in a few minutes then slid his earbuds out for the first time in about two hours, he almost fell over when he heard cheers coming from the stands. Once he noticed that he was the only one on the ice he had never been so happy for his near blindness after he had his glasses off.
He was a blushing mess as he quickly skated off the ice and put his skate guards on, only to then shove everything in his duffel and quickly rush out of the building.
Chris hummed at Viktor’s side once the newest scholarship kid rushed out of the rink, he turned to talk to Viktor when he noticed that he was still staring at the ice. “Hey Viktor, what do you think of our newest student?”
“Kruto! Did you see how he moved on the ice Chris, we need to bring him on the yacht. Yuri make sure he get’s invited to the next yacht party!” Viktor was interrupted by Yuri Plisetsky yanking his shirt and glaring. “I’m not your secretary old man.”
Viktor simply smiled as he took his sweater off then swung it over his shoulder, keeping it in place with his pointer finger acting as a hook. “So everyone, should we make him part of the group?”
Yuri muttered a dark ‘no’, Chris smirked and said ‘yes’, Georgie was still crying from ‘the beauty of the way he glided across the ice’, and Mila grinned with a ‘yes’. “Okay so we have two for yes one for no and I think a yes from Georgie but I’m not sure. Let’s invite him to frisbee tomorrow too, Yuri, make sure he gets invited to frisbee!”
“I told you I’m not your secretary old man!” Yuri was fuming as he stomped off to his dorm, leaving the four to walk back to their own dorms together.
“So you like Yuuri huh?” Chris saddled up to Viktor side then smirked. “Oh mon ami you should see the way he dances too~!”
Viktor nearly pounced on Chris as he grinned, “He dances too?! Chris he’s so perfect we have to go to his next performance or his next skate. Maybe Mama will let me hold an emergency skating event! We can have some roses there for him and then we can give him other flowers too not just roses right? He might not like roses though so we can give him maybe some lilies? Oh! Wait maybe he’d want a more expensive thing for that! Let’s get him a faberge then right? Any questions? No? Okay we’re going shopping soon then!”
Mila put her finger to her lips as she thought then looked around the campus ground. “Why don’t you just ask him Viktor?”
“But how can I ask him Mila?” Viktor whined while leaning on the redhead then pouted. “Viktor…Viktor he’s right there getting his dorm keys okay?” Viktor perked up at that, his eyes scanning the quad before they landed on the Japanese man walking out of the administrative building.
Viktor rushed over to the Japanese man then flipped his bangs and grinned. “Hey there Yuuri, wanna go on a trip on my daddy’s yacht?” He finished with a hand on his hip and a wink.
Yuuri stammered a few words in Japanese, too flustered to changed to English before shaking his head, his cheeks varying colors of red that spread from his ears. Viktor’s grin faded slightly as he observed Yuuri before a loud bark could be heard, followed by Yuri’s angry yelling. “Oi! Old man get your dog! Why was he in my room anyways!?”
Viktor turned just in time for his dog, Makkachin, to fly past him and knock Yuuri down. Yuuri let out a loud ‘oof’ then began to giggle as Makkachin licked his face. “V-Vicchan what are you doing- Wait. You’re not Vicchan?” Makkachin let out a bark then went back to licking Yuuri.
“Makka get off of him!” Viktor quickly grabbed Makkachin and dragged him off of Yuuri before holding his hand out. “Sorry about Makkachin, she doesn’t normally do that.”
Yuuri laughed as he sat up then scratched Makkachin behind her ears. “It’s okay, she’s cute.” He played with the poodles large ears before standing up fully and looked down at the packet in his hands. “Well, uh. I going to go find my dorm? Did I say that right?” Yuuri mumbled to himself before shaking his head and quickly rushing off. Shouting a ‘Bye Viktor’ over his shoulder.
“Chris?” Viktor asked his friend without looking at him, his eyes glued on Yuuri as he made his way through the quad.
“Yes, Viktor?” Chris saddled up to his side then smiled.
“I’m gonna date that boy.”
When Yuuri made his way into his dorm he was immediately blinded by balloons flying at his face and then a flash disorienting his vision. “Welcome new roomie!” Yuuri blinked before his vision cleared to see a thai man with hamsters on his shoulders and a phone in his hand.
“A-Ah, I’m Yuuri!” Yuuri smiled then held his hand out. Phichit grinned as he finished typing then pulled Yuuri into a hug. “I know,I’m Phichit. You know you really should update your insta more often. I need to see pics of my new roomie’s adventures!”
Yuuri laughed slightly then ruffled his hair and maneuvered around the balloons to set his duffel down. “Um, I have all of my stuff in the car if you can help me?”
Phichit grinned as he nodded then practically skipped down the hallway with Yuuri in tow. “We’re going to have so much fun this year Yuuri, sorry I could be at the rink to welcome you but I had a class then.”
“Oh it’s okay I got here late so I left all of my things sitting in the car and just ran down to the rink.” Yuuri laughed slightly then skidded to a stop next to the car with Phicht. “You get to meet Vicchan!”
As soon as the door opened Vicchan bounded out and into Yuuri’s arms, Phichit took a picture of that with a grin then slid his phone into his pocket and went to pet Vicchan before the two turned when they heard a squeal.
“Yuuri that was so cute!” Yuuri turned to see Viktor with a frisbee in his hand and a bright smile on his face. “I didn’t know you had a poodle!”
“I-Uh, yeah?” Yuuri blushed to the tips of his ears as he slightly hid his face behind Vicchan. Viktor jogged over then grinned at Phichit before turning his attention to Yuuri. “He’s cute, what’s his name?”
“Oh. Uh Vicchan!” Yuuri continued to blush in different colors before setting the small poodle on the ground.
Viktor smiled and went to say something before Chris shouted from the field. “Hey Vik throw the frisbee!” He pouted slightly before winking at Yuuri and jogging back across the field. “You’re no fun Chris!”
“Yuuri?” Phichit continued to stare at Viktor as he ran, his pink Vineyard Vines shirt drawing attention to himself.
“Yeah?” Yuuri turned his head to look at Phichit while petting Vicchan who had his head tilted to the side.
“Why did Viktor Nikiforov come talk to you? Why didn’t you tell me?!” Phichit let out a series of incoherent screeching noises while Yuuri blushed and attempted to get his new roommate to stop.
So this is an Outlander AU I’ve been playing around with ever since I watched Arrival. It’s a bit, err, weird so I wanted to see if people would have an interest in it before I dive in completely!
Weird dreams since it all began.
Everything—so vivid. Shadows exist there, and have discernable shapes. I can do
more than sense a presence behind my back; I can see it in the shifting, shadowy bodies approaching. Light, all this light.
In my dreams, there is so much of the old
life. Strawberries, as big as child’s fist, that I can smell and touch and taste.
Little seeds on my mouth; crunchy. I think of sand as I bite, and then it’s
there, it’s all there: a beach where the water isn’t frozen. Watergate Bay, I
think, in late July. I stand on the shore, watching the waves roil, when a
sweat bee lands on my arm.
swat at her, just let her suck the honey right out of me. (People cry over
daffodils these days, but I say fuck
the daffodils. I’d weep if I saw a bee.)
There are faces in my dreams, too. And
though I canna remember them when I wake, I know there is a woman. Sometimes a
kid appears—the woman’s? I have no idea—but she’s got spider legs and freckles
like you wouldna believe. She laughs and she laughs, a paintbrush in her hand,
and she is forever laughing, this girl, a beautiful, bird-like laugh and —
They do make me think, these dreams. All
I do is wonder:
What are these dreams, and who are these
What will happen to all the kids and that
little girl with the legs and the freckles and the laugh?
What will happen to me or to that strange
will happen to any of us?
It is so dark, Jenny. The whole world’s
April 16, 2018
days ago, human existence divided into two parts: Before Darkness and After
Darkness. The latter, pessimists will argue, is ignorant and misleading. Who is
to say, they ask, that there will be an After? Who is to say that this isn’t the
state of our lives, our world, our humanity for the rest of eternity? Darkness,
darkness, and more darkness.
It’s funny: the line between B.D.
and A.D. is a meager span of eight and a half minutes. Or, if you want to be
precise—to make the time sound shorter, like we couldn’t have seen it
coming—a matter of 510 seconds. That is how long it took for our planet to
realize it no longer had its mother, the Sun, to offer her steadfast care of
yellow light and warm hugs. For those 510 seconds, us earthly billions scurried
like ants, oblivious to the growing shadow of the palm that was slowly, slowly
No more sun.
B.D. becomes A.D.
could tell, ye ken? I could tell something wasna right. Felt a chill right down
my spine, I did.
This is a quote from a farmer in the
Shetland Isles whose potato crop, in just a few short months, will die out.
Travelers will sink their teeth into the greening skin, desperate for a taste of
an uncanned vegetable. The solanine that poisons their insides in exchange for
this token of the B.D. world.
same farmer—the man who claims he felt the cold finger of imminent doom—will
meet an ironic death: hypothermia, in his own bed. It will be 43 below on that
day, a temperature even his warm-blooded wife, long in the ground, would have
blanched it. There will be no one to mourn him, save the travelers eating the toxic
potatoes, and even they will fall not long after.
son lives in Stirling with his own wife, and he will not know of his father’s
death when it happens, but deduce its occurrence from the prolonged silence.
Silence, in the A.D., is none of the things it once could have been. Not anger
or disinterest or dementia. Only death—the certainty that something wasna right.
But this is months away yet, and so
the son, named Ian Murray, has no reason to assume the frozen corpse of his
farmer father. As of this moment, it has been eleven days since the sun vanished,
and outside Ian’s home is one of the hundreds of Sites. He flocks there, as everyone
within the vicinity does, to see the strange phenomenon at the Killin stone
circle. It floats over the rocks that no one—not even Ian, who lives just three
sloping hills away—ever paid much mind in the B.D.
But now: crowds surrounding them.
Children on parents’ shoulders, sound booms and camera crews, iPhones
perpetually raised and Instagram filters debated.
or Ludwig? Which d’ye reckon will
make it brighter? I need my cousin in Wisconsin to see this.”
“She’s already seen it, ye clotheid. This shit’s all over the news!”
And it is. Every broadcaster all
over the world has come to Britain, Ireland, Brittany, England, Scotland,
Bulgaria, Israel, and Poland, setting up camp by every ancient stone circle now
“Light!” people cheer.
“Light!” people hiss.
“Light!” people cry. And they cry
and cry and cry. Has anything ever been more beautiful than this, they ask?
These perfect lights—the only natural light left in the entire A.D. world—dancing
above the standing stones?
Eventually, the parties of gawkers
are broken up and ushered back to their homes. They trudge through the
all-consuming dark, seeing almost nothing, but hearing the chatter of hope and
fear buzzing around them. They cannot do anything except sit in front of their
televisions or their radios, waiting for answers that will arrive when it is
nearly too late. Their screens already black, the electricity out
entirely. Everyone huddled close under flickering candlelight, still
“What are the Orbs?”
“Where do the Orbs come from?”
“Why are they here?”
And so on the evening the Orbs first
appear, Ian and his wife return from Killin circle, trying (and failing) to make
sense of these lights that have appeared in their recently lightless world.
They sit at their rickety IKEA table, listening to their children in the living
room—“Is this the end of the world?” one of their daughters asks—before they
finally call the wife’s brother. No one in the Murray household has the foresight
to understand that the bulbs above their heads, the sound of Doctor Who, and the cell phone they are
dialing might eventually disappear.
“Jamie,” Ian says into the receiver,
And Jamie Fraser, having been
brutally awoken that morning, rubs his face and thinks, Aye, that’s me all right. The badge swinging from his neck
proclaims himself so: Dr. James Fraser, Solar Astronomer.
“Jamie, what the Devil is going on?”
This, from Jenny, Ian’s wife, who is convinced that the Orbs are a government
hoax. Those damn bastards, she keeps
muttering, those damn bastards.
is leaning against a tree, feeling the weight of his badge and, thus, his
responsibility dragging him to the ground. He has been avoiding the glare of
the floodlights, which are now shining so brightly on the uniformed men and his
impossible task. He does not want to get used to them, this artificial light.
Wants to forget them so that, when such forgetfulness becomes necessary, they
are impossible for him to miss.
“I’ve no idea.”
“D’ye think it’s aliens or some
“Dinna be daft, Ian, this has the
English written all over it. Those damn
“We’ve only been here since this
morning, Jenny. We willna ken any answers for a while.”
“Weel, where are ye?” Ian asks. “Are
ye here? In Stirling?” And Jamie, against his will, looks at the Orb over the
clefted rock. It dims, brightens, then dims again. No discernable pattern in
its behavior, though Jamie feels as though it is calling to him. Close your eyes. Listen.
“Today’s been such a blur, I—I
honestly canna remember. I woke up wi’ a man banging on my door in Glasgow, and
then I was in a helicopter on my way here.”
“Christ,” Ian says.
looks off into the distance, at the small but blinking city, and imagines it
several months from now. A ghost town, perhaps. A crater of an even deeper
blackness where the signs of life he is watching now have dwindled into
nothing. How long though? How long will it last without the sun?
stationed no’ far from Inverness, but I’m no’ sure what stone circle this is.”
long as it isna Stonehenge,” Jenny replies, bursting with a knowledge gleaned
from the Killin crowd. “Two people dead there. A sacrificial ritual before the
almost laughs at the idiocy of it all, but then a stern voice takes his attention.
It crackles from a walkie-talkie carried by one of the army bigwigs.
Craig Na Dun? Craig Na Dun, are you
there? They’ve found two more Sites in the Orkneys. Over.