So realistically (1) how many poodles do Victor and Yuuri get after they move in together? and (2) what habit of each is most annoying to the other when they're learning to live together? 💙💙💙
OH HI <333 Thanks for this, now I’m rolling around in feeeeels lol!
My knee-jerk answer is totally as many poodles as Victor can get his hands on because he has zero impulse control, but more realistically I think they probably have up to 4 poodles. Makka is still with them and when they went to a shelter they saw an old girl there that they couldn’t leave without, so they brought her home to be Makka’s friend. Makka took to her immediately. They often find the pair of them curled up together on the oversized orthopedic doggy bed that sits under the window where the afternoon sun streams in. A year after they moved in together, they wanted to surprise each other and set about planning out something special--a puppy. Only, they both had the same idea and when they were both anxious and fidgety with each other to open the gifts they presented, they both dissolved into laughter when they realize they both got a puppy for each other. They collapse in a heap, tears leaking from the corners of their eyes, wheezing through their laughter, and the new toy poodle puppies jump all over them.
As for habits, I think that with Victor living at the onsen for a large part of a year with Yuuri that they might’ve picked up on a lot of quirks they each have, so that makes it easier when they’re learning to live together because it’s less of a surprise, just that those things become more noticeable when it’s just them. Once they move in together, and are sharing the same bed, Victor gets pouty when Yuuri’s night owl habits keep him from coming to bed to cuddle when Victor gets tired. The only time Victor can manage to stay awake past 10:30pm is when he’s out drinking. I also think that, seeing what his room is like and seeing Victor’s room at the onsen and his apartment, that Victor is the clean/organized one and Yuuri is a little chaotic and messy but that comes with the territory of a night owl/artist, so I see Victor having to learn to share his space that way when Yuuri leaves a disorganized pile of papers strewn across his coffee table. Yuuri gets grumpy when Victor tries to wake him up in the morning, all chipper and bright-eyed. Yuuri is still half asleep when Victor finally gets him to leave the nest of blankets on the bed and Yuuri keeps his eyes closed, face pinched while Victor talks to him a mile-a-minute while his thoughts run away from him before Victor has time to catch up with them. Yuuri has to tell him multiple times in the first few months that he can’t comprehend whatever Victor’s saying to him until he’s had some time to gradually wake up and return to the land of consciousness. Eventually, Yuuri starts coming to bed earlier than he used to and Victor makes a habit of getting out of bed, making tea for Yuuri, and giving him time to adjust to wakefulness before he launches into whatever he wants to talk about in the morning. They find that learning to share your space with someone is about compromise and growth, learning how they like things to be together rather than how Victor used to like things and how Yuuri used to like things. They learn each other’s quirks and form habits together, growing into their home and turning it into their sanctuary in the same way each other’s hearts are entwined.
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Minerva McG/Poppy Pomfrey: castle mistletoe infestation, students are taking up too much of their time, hot cocoa. 😘
Minerva McG/Poppy Pomfrey - 1st December in the HP Secret Santa(hey @writcraft I asked devinesis who they wanted to gift this to and they picked you, hope you like it!)requests are still open here“Oh no you don’t.” Poppy’s shout was accompanied by the fizzle of a stinging hex and Minerva turned just in time to watch a wide-eyed 6th year Ravenclaw scurry off up the corridor, rubbing his arse. “He was about to push you under the mistletoe,” said Poppy.
“For the love of… ahem, yes, thank you Madam Pomfrey,” Minerva sighed. She dismissed the pair of grinding Gryffindors she had been in the middle of lecturing and waited until they were out of sight before stalking over to where Poppy was conjuring a comfortable sofa out of one of the tapestries.
“Now Minnie,” Poppy started. “It was only a small hex and-”
“Poppy,” Minerva interrupted, applying gentle pressure to her own temples. “I must be seen to maintain order among both the students and my members of staff. The board of governors-”
“I know dear,” Poppy’s hands settled on Minerva’s forearms, strong thumbs massaging the tense muscles. Lowering her arms, Minerva settled both hands on Poppy’s shoulders, allowing herself to be slowly pulled down into the sofa.
“You really cannot hex the students,” she said, her voice trailing off as Poppy kissed her cheek.
“Of course not,” Poppy smiled, glancing up at the mistletoe now hovering above them and then pressing another kiss to Minerva’s lips. “Here, drink your cocoa,” she produced a steaming mug, topped with squirty cream, “and tell me about how many students you’ve caught kissing under that dratted weed.”
“Well,” Minerva looked across the mug at Poppy. “If we are including ex-students among that number then you and I bring the total up to 27.”
“27?” Poppy beamed, picking up Minerva’s free hand and giving the cold-swollen knuckles a quick kiss. “My, my, some things never change. Now, let me see if I can guess which house the trio hailed from…”
This takes place at some indeterminate time during Season 1 before they’re officially together.——“I wish I could see you in person,” Victor murmured, slumping down on his folded arms.“It’s only a few more days,” Yuuri reminded him.He was in Russia and Yuuri was at home in Hasetsu. It was only for a week, but it already felt far too long to Yuuri. Victor was faring no better, insisting that they Skype every day. It was only the fourth day. Three more, Yuuri could make it. He wasn’t sure if Victor could.Yuuri glanced over at the digital clock on his bedside table. It was just after six. He should have already started to get ready to go down to the Ice Castle to practice, but Victor couldn’t talk at their normal time today. He looked back and caught Victor yawning.“I shouldn’t keep you up,” Yuuri said apologetically. “You should get some sleep. You need to be up early, don’t you?”Victor shrugged, smiling at Yuuri. He shifted the laptop closer to the mound of pillows he was propped up on. “Sleep is nothing compared to getting to talk to you, Yuuri. Don’t be cruel, I can’t go all day without talking to you.”“You couldn’t have waited a few more hours? I would have gotten to talk to you tonight when you were having lunch,” Yuuri pointed out.Victor huffed out a weighted sigh and pouted at the webcam on his laptop. “Yuuri, so mean! I would talk to you twice a day if I could.”Yuuri blushed and averted his gaze. “I..I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I do want to see you, don’t think that please.”“I believe you, myshka,” Victor said with a laugh. Yuuri loved that laugh, it was full of life.That laugh made his fingers itch to touch Victor — to hug him.“Victor?” he asked, nibbling on the corner of his mouth.Victor snuggled closer to his pillow pile and leaned closer to the laptop. “Yes, Yuuri?”Yuuri held his breath. He’d never admitted this to Victor before on the rare instances they’d been apart. It was completely new territory for him to allow himself to be so vulnerable for Victor. Sure, he might have broken down and cried in front of him before with the pressure of the competition heavy on his shoulders, but he’d never admitted these feelings he held locked away, deep in his heart.“I…” Yuuri trailed off and gathered his courage. Victor stayed silent, but his expression was completely open and earnest. Yuuri struggled to meet and hold his gaze. “I miss you. It’s not the same without you here. I…I don’t sleep as well knowing you’re not in the next room.”He closed his eyes tightly and clenched his fists in his track pants. He said it all in such a rush he wasn’t sure if Victor understood him, but when he felt brave enough to look at Victor again his expression was full of affection, and his eyes were suspiciously shiny.“Oh, Yuuri. I miss you, too, zolotse. So much,” Victor said after several heartbeats. God, his voice sounded so full of love — it almost broke Yuuri. “It’s not much longer now. We’ll see each other soon. You’ll pick me up at the airport on Friday, yes?”Yuuri nodded quickly, steadying his phone when it got jostled. “Yes! Yes, I’ll be there. Makkachin, too. He can’t wait to see you.”Victor’s smile was brilliant and blinding and it made Yuuri’s heart ache that he was so far away.“Yuuri?” Victor asked, drawing his focus again.“Yes?”Victor hesitated a moment, looking like he was almost going to leave it and go to bed. He opened and closed his mouth twice, his eyes searching Yuuri’s face through the connection of their screens.“I don’t sleep well at all without knowing you’re near, either,” Victor admitted finally. “I hope we never have to be apart again after this trip.”Yuuri’s breath left him in a gust, feeling as if it had been punched out of him. “Oh,” he murmured faintly.Victor bit his lip and nodded, letting one his hands trace Yuuri’s face on the screen. “I’ll see you on Friday, Yuuri,” he said. “Goodnight, lyubov moya.”“Goodnight,” Yuuri said quietly, still reeling from Victor’s admission. He barely caught the Russian that Victor had spoken, writing it off as another one of his eccentric nicknames and endearments.They ended the connection and Yuuri flopped back onto his bed, clutching his phone to his chest. He allowed himself a moment of silent overexcitement in his head before he hauled himself out of bed to go practice at the Ice Castle. If he remembered, then he could ask Victor what that last new bit of Russian was on their next call.——Translations:myshka - little mousezolotse - my goldlyubov moya - my loveOh man, I’m so rusty on Victuuri since I haven’t written anything for them in 6 months!! Thanks for playing!Send me a pairing + a prompt from the list!
The first rule of the ever-evolving 11-question meme is that you must always post the rules! The second rule is you must answer the questions given by the person who tagged you. The third rule is you must then write 11 questions of your own and tag 11 people (or however many, you do you, bb) to answer them!
(If it is your first time at the ever-evolving 11-question meme, you do not have to fight though.)
I was tagged by @silveredglass and @devinesis, who are both amazing like whoa. Please go check them out right this instant, you will not regret it! (Very long) Answers below the cut! My questions at the very, very bottom... just keep scrolling, just keep scrolling...
Answers to @silveredglass's questions:
1. Have you ever had something happen to yourself (not as a baby) that you didn’t remember until someone else told you about it?
Oh my goodness, all the time? I could truly be a living, breathing version of that psychology experiment given how often people remind me of things I have done but have no memory of them.
A good example is that I do not remember reading Hamlet in high school, but bestfran, who was in the same class as me, swears up and down that we did. And not only that we did, but that it was like... a thing. Like parts were given out. People got into it. It's possible that costumes were worn? And I had no memory of this until she started talking about it. I very seriously thought she was lying to me, that's how much I had forgotten this happened. It was only after she started talking about it and telling me that it definitely happened that I was like "oh shit, you are right... you are so right."
(Or she has some weird thing about wanting to implant false memories about Hamlet, which I guess I would also be okay with.)
2. Best food combination that shouldn’t work but does that you have ‘invented’?
This is actually really tough. I have made some pretty odd cupcakes in my day, but the one that is most often requested is my pear, feta and hefeweizen cupcake, which I am told is a pretty strange combination? But I guess not that strange because people want them all the time?
3. Do you like live theatre? Art exhibits? If so tell me about something you’ve seen that made an impact.
Very much so! We have a free museum here that houses many of my most favorite surrealist paintings, but it is also associated with the Rothko chapel, which is one of the most peaceful places I think I have ever been?
The picture does not do those monolithic paintings justice, either... they are easily 3 or 4 times my height and truly overpowering to see up close. They look just all black, but they are filled with so much movement. Rothko is certainly a difficult painter to capture in photography. I could (and have) stared at them, lost in the shades and hidden colors, for moments that seemed very long. It's just silent in a loud way. 10/10, do recommend.
4. Do you have an accessory or jewellery or makeup that you wear almost always?
I have a silver ring with a little cross on it that my mother gave me, I think right before I started college? I wear it on my left ring finger, but it is neither a ~*purity ring*~ (because I am not religious and also purity rings are creepy) nor is it meant to signal any sort of message... it's just the most comfortable finger.
Fun story. Not long after HGD and I started dating, he had my ring in his mouth (I don't know?) and bit (yes, with his teeth) it out of shape. He didn't think it was real silver? I don't know what he was thinking. But I was so angry. We took it to the place where it is from and they were not sure they would be able to reshape it because it looked like HGD had fucking bitten a stress fracture into my ring?! But it was fine (HGD got so lucky).
So now it has little tiny teeth indents, which is dumb but also kind of wonderful. HGD isn't allowed to touch the ring anymore, though.
5. What is your strongest olfactory memory?
Any time I smell Chrome (the terrible, cheap cologne that every teenage boy seems to own?), I am transported back to being 16 years old in the early evening heat of August, and a boy is handing me his Pink Floyd shirt that is many sizes too big and saying "I heard a rumor that you liked me?" and kissing me on the cheek.
6. What album that has been released in the past two years should I go buy?
Okay. If I had to pick just one album, and it doesn't even matter if you like rap, it would be DAMN. by Kendrick Lamar. It is undeniable how good it is.
But I am bad at picking one, so I might also recommend World Eater by Blanck Mass, Humanz by Gorillaz, or Dirty Projectors by (you guessed it) Dirty Projectors!
7. When you were a kid did you have a favourite make believe game you’d play? Or dress up you’d wear?
When I was a little girl, my cousins and I all very much liked to play with my grandfather's wife's square dancing skirts. We would just twirl around in them for hours, pretending that we were all beautiful dancers!
8. Tell me something that made you feel proper chuffed with yourself. In a nice quietly contented way.
Oh, any time I corral my team into agreement, or really even any time I get them to go *a* direction, I feel very quietly content with myself! Or! And god, this is so dumb, but any time that I put a lot of things in my queue for this blog so that it doesn't seem like I'm dead for days on end!
9. IS MISSING. Is this one of those things where I am supposed to notice? I will take this chance to tell you all that you should go read Silv's first lines meme answer, then.
10. Have you ever had a scary or very odd animal encounter?
Well... this is more about an animal encounter that I didn't have, but when I was a kid, my family stayed the night in Yosemite National Park in a canvas tent (which was surprisingly nice... or 10-year-old me had lower standards than current me, maybe). When you park, you watch this TERRIFYING video of bears just RIPPING CARS APART if they smell food in your car so you have to throw away EVERYTHING that might attract bears. And I mean everything, even gum wrappers. So you can imagine what they would do if they smelled food inside your tent, right? I slept surprisingly well that night for being terrified that I might be mauled to death in my sleep by a hungry bear, though.
11. Share a link to a fic or fan art that you love?
Oh... oh, so tough. Wildfire by abbycadabra makes me feel things everytime I read it. And I really, really love atalienart's "Spell Series"!
Answers to @devinesis's questions:
1. What’s something in this world that you just don’t understand and wish you could?
I very sincerely wish that I could understand the conservative mindset of putting businesses or profits or churches before actual human lives. I mean I wish I could understand it in the way that they must feel it, because I jokingly say that Ted Cruz is obviously the Zodiac Killer in a Lizard Person's body (*cough* he is *cough*), but I can also (begrudingly) admit that he is maybe also a human bean (even if a v bad one)... and how does he, or any person that voted for him, or any person that votes along beside him in Congress... well, how do they justify their own seeming lack of humanity? It's a mystery to me.
2. What show or movie does everyone love and tell you to watch but you just hate no matter how many times you try?
I'm probably about to lose so many followers but THE HARRY POTTER MOVIES?!?! Like I disagree with nearly all of the casting, I will never forgive them for not making Harry's eyes fucking green, and even the movies that I watched... it felt like they glossed over all of the most magical parts?
They are irredeemable trash in my opinion and even though we got some cool actors out of it, I have no interest in even trying to love them. AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON SIRIUS BLACK, OKAY.
3. The first book you ever really loved? (If it’s HP, cool, but you have to say something else, too. LOL)
Oh. Anything by Francesca lia Block... I devoured her books when I was younger. I wanted so desperately to be one of those manic pixie shangri-la fairy girls that she wrote about. Or To Kill A Mockingbird because... well, Atticus.
4. If you were going to be in a relationship (platonic or sexual) for the rest of your life with a character from the Harry Potter universe, who would you choose?
Sorry, Draco, but I'm going with Hermione Granger. Helpful for studying? Check. Sometimes problematic but woke af? Check (better than most other characters in the book). Will be down to sometimes do girly things? Check. Is good at keeses because most girls are? Check. Likes to know things? Check. Is a badass? Check. Knows muggle AND magical shit? Check. Is def a ride or die, and down for adventuring without being a baby (looking at you, Ron)? CHECK.
5. Your most hated book you were ever assigned to read in school?
Tess of the D'Ubervilles. *rolls eyes* She should have just killed everyone and rolled out of there with two middle fingers up in the air instead of complaining about everything for the whole book (I realize this is not a very nuanced look at this novel, but lord, did I hate this when I had to read it in school... we also had some nightmare-level assignments related to this book, which is probably part of the reason I hated it so much).
6. If you had a personal uniform like a cartoon character, what would it be?
All black everything (which is not far off from what I usually wear now), except, like a cartoon character, everything would fit perfectly and never fade and always look cool and I would also never have to actually put on eyeliner, I would just rock the perfect cat-eye all the time.
7. Where is your “happy place”?
Any place where I can get a (good) vanilla latte or listen to music very loud and just dance around like an idiot.
8. Favorite form of exercise?
I really enjoy yoga, but I certainly don't do it often enough. I also kind of like the monotony of elliptical machines?
9. If you had a crush when you were, like, 12–14—looking back, is it embarrassing, or do you nod at your younger self in approval?
Mostly I am embarrassed but I did crush hard for a few hours on a total stranger at a battle of the bands when I was probably 14. He had long black hair and weird tall shoes and was defintely wearing eyeliner and looked like the closest thing I might ever see to Davey Havok in person and I just wanted to talk to him because he was so pretty (but also clearly much older than me). I still approve of that one, 4-hour crush on a dreamy goth stranger. Other than that, 12-14 year old me definitely had trash taste.
10. What, for you, are the most hated and most enjoyable tasks of adulthood?
Most hated? Having to ever wake up early and be somewhere on time while knowing that if I'm late I have no one to blame but myself?
Most enjoyable: Being able to decide when I want to do things, if at all (within reason).
11. What small-talk question do you most hate answering from strangers at a party?
In high school it was, "where do you want to go to college" because I did not know where I wanted to go to college, or even if I wanted to go to college.
In college it was "what's your major?" as if there are not a million other things you could say to a perfect stranger that would be more interesting.
In grad school it was "oh, so why did you want to study this"... we all have the same answer, guys. We aren't here for the money. We're all here because we want to help. Come on.
Currently, it's "oh, what do you do?" because my job is sort of difficult to explain and I always get "the look" of like "oh, that sounds like it must be really sad" and I know it's not necessarily what I should be doing, but it's what I'm doing right now, damn it. Also because we could talk about literally anything else, why does it always have to be work?
Okay... so I'm just going to do 22 questions and you can pick your favorite 11 to answer (if you decide you want to do this).
1. What are some of your favorite song lyrics and why do you love them so much?
2. If you could live in a fictional reality from a novel (or show, or whatever), where would you live? (Hard mode: you can't choose Hogwarts, or anything from the HP universe... womp womp)
3. What will you FIGHT a person about (in the internet sense of the word)(or also in the literal sense of the word)?
4. What was your first fandom and how did you find yourself there?
5. Not a question but post a picture of whatever you want.
6. What is something not enough people understand and you want to explain to me right now?
7. What is your favorite thing that you have ever studied (doesn't have to be in school, or even studied formally)?
8. You are suddenly allowed to keep one real, wild animal as a pet and it's not going to kill you or hurt you, it's just going to be sweet and awesome... what animal do you choose?
9. Least favorite activity that you have grown to bedrudingly accept as necessary (and maybe even a little fun)?
10. Give past-you a cryptic message - no context, just the message:
11. Who is your problematic fave and why do you love them so much?
12. What is the last thing that someone radically changed your mind about? How did they do it?
13. You are trapped on a desert island. There is no escape. No one is coming to save you. You are going to die. What 3 things do you bring with you so that you can die happy?
14. What 3 dumb as hell things make you stupidly, infectiously happy?
15. What do you create?
16. You've gone down the YouTube k-hole and have been binge watching nonsense for the past 2 hours. Where did you start?
17. If you could have a magical tattoo a la moving tattoos in HP fanon, that would appear when you wanted it and disappear when you didn't, what would it be of?
18. What stereotype actually pretty accurately describes you?
19. You have a kid in your possession, that does not belong to you, that you get return at the end of the day. What do you teach that child that is going to make their parents hate you?
20. What is the last fic you read that you would recommend everyone read?
21. What do you love about yourself?
22. Send a message using only emojis. Let your readers guess what it means!
Okay, tagging (only if you want to!): @deadsdemona, @sprout2012, @fleetofshippyships, @oceaxereturns, @ourloveislegendrarry, @o0o-chibaken-o0o, @fizzingwhizweezes, @goldentruth813, @phd-mama, @acciotomriddle, @synonym-for-life (and @silveredglass and @devinesis, if you guys want to answer more questions, lol!)
Or if I didn’t tag you and want to do it, consider yourself tagged!
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Something to make you laugh (though I hope you're having a better day than yesterday): I'm sitting here with a bunch of boy children and I grabbed a beer and thought "cracking open a cold one with the boys" and almost had a hernia from trying not to laugh
UMMMM YES THIS IS PERFECT?!! memes need to collide with real life far more frequently than they do. i 100% want to burst into every room i am entering on a unicycle and yell O SHIT WADDUP but i do not know how to ride a unicycle and i am also not a frog… so… :/but this is wonderful and thank you so much for sharing it with me! (and my day was much better today, but i still appreciated the hell out of this! 💚💚💚)
want to send me a happy thing? i’d love to read it!
Ugh. I don’t know… {hug}…and maybe I could slap your family.
🤗💜 I love my family but I wouldn't hold you back, lol.
@devinesis said:
me to your family: [gif]
gurl, HARD SAME.
@silveredglass said:
Hey. Whoa. I am glad you are safe. And your instincts are good. But also and I don’t want to speak badly of your family, but good on you for being confident enough to not let those responses affect you. Your people maybe/probably didn’t even realise that their words were blaming you - they probably meant them as a way of caring, wanting to make you safe. Scrappling round for ways to do that. But it undermines you and I am so glad that you can separate yourself from that. Also! Thank you for sharing ♥♥
💚💚 Thank you, love! I do know that my family likely meant those things in an... intended to be caring way, so I can't be super-mad about it. In the moment, I was pretty frustrated by it, though - to have my own mother pull out the reasoning of "if you hadn't been dressed like that, it wouldn't have happened" was sort of shocking.
But it did mean that I was able to tell my mother that I should be able to wear whatever I want (and that I will) and it is never an invitation for a man (or any person) to get up into my personal space. And for me to tell my father that I am a person that exists and is allowed to exist even without HGD there to hold my hand. And for me to tell my brother that sometimes women aren't safe (or don't feel safe) to be able to tell strange men to fuck off if they are alone and that is maybe something he should consider, because that is something he will likely never experience... but it is something I have experienced, that I'm sure my mother has experienced, that I'm sure his girlfriend has experienced.
Sometimes you gotta let people say dumb or shitty things to open up the door to discussing why misogyny is bullshit and how insidious it can actually be.
My life has come to a complete standstill because I can't move on until I know more about Lucius's chub rub.
The day Lucius’ son-in-law cheerfully presented him with a second-hand pair of cycling shorts was both the best and worst day of Lucius’ life.An early morning fly with the boys always put Lucius in a good mood but by the time Narcissa called them in for breakfast his legs were starting to prickle. The heat worsened as they put away the brooms, sending small shocks of irritation down the inside of his thighs. A surreptitious cooling charm did little to ease the sensation and by the time they reached the house Lucius was inwardly cursing whatever Malfoy-elder decided to locate the broom shed so far from the Manor.Narcissa had arranged for them dine on the sun terrace, denying Lucius the opportunity to soak his thighs before breakfast. Gritting his teeth he tried to focus on the morning sun slowly warming his face, the soft crunch of a perfectly baked croissant, and the bitter sweetness of the coffee. But it was no use. Even now, surrounded by his family and free to indulge in life’s small, simple pleasures, Lucius was in hell.Wincing, he attempted to tuck his robe between his thighs. Only to be interrupted by Harry’s quiet request for “a word with you, Lucius.” The walk to his study was agony, made no easier by Harry’s mindless chatter about some Muggle fabric called Lycra and the soothing power of Aloe Vera Gel.On the terrace, Draco, Narcissa and Scorpius exchanged apprehensive glances. Lucius’ temper had cooled over the years but his relationship with Harry still resembled an uneasy truce. The Malfoy patriarch had clearly been struggling with the bleak moods that dogged his post-Azkaban life and was it, Draco tentatively asked, worth checking on how he and Harry were getting on?They were still debating the best course of action when Lucius and Harry returned to the table. Harry was maybe a little pink about the ears, hastily shoving a half-open cycle pannier under the table – but the change in Lucius was far more marked. Gone was the filthy scowl that he left the table with and in it’s place was a broad grin for Draco, a pat on the back for Scorpius, a rather pointed look for Harry, and a wink for Narcissa.Inspired by my Fat Hogwarts Headcanons.
