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POSSIBLE YURI ON ICE RETURN IN FUCKING YEAR OF TWO THOUSAND TWENTY SIX WHAT IF I PASS OUT
embroideryyyy weewoo
Mappa may have forgotten about him...
But I havent....
(Pls ignore that I didn't draw all his details, I got lazy and my attempts lowkey looked HORRIBLE)
Victor and makkachin
Mappa may have forgotten about him...
But I havent....
(Pls ignore that I didn't draw all his details, I got lazy and my attempts lowkey looked HORRIBLE)
Small rant
I wholeheartedly believe that Ice Adolescence would’ve been ground breaking for not just the queer community but the figure skating crowd as a whole.
It would’ve been a great movie diving into the topics of Victor balancing between the strict and demanding needs of his sport while figuring out his own identity outside of the ice. That movie could’ve been one of the best sports / slice of life films.
Too bad Mappa didn’t give a damn and decided to pursue different shows
yaoi
(13yo me would be proud rn lol)
After their first kiss at the cup of China
Yuuri hadn't slept much the previous night, had an anxiety attack, cried, preformed, and got kissed on live TV infront of alot of people. He had a long day, viktor and him took a taxi back to their hotel, viktor couldn't stop kissing him in the back seat. He kissed at yuuris lips, cheeks, neck, hand, arm, anywhere he could. Yuuri obviously enjoyed the attention, but his exhaustion was creeping up on him. They agreed to order food to their hotel room so yuuri wouldn't have to spend more energy on being out.
They talked and kissed on the bed while they waited for their food to arrive, after they ate yuuri fell asleep, very quickly. Viktor knew how long of a day he had, knowing he didn't sleep much, and the anxiety and skating took alot out of him. He ran his fingers through yuuris hair and down his cheek, admiring his yuuris beauty. Viktor cleaned up, put yuuris water bottle, which he re filled with ice cold water, on his night Stand incase he woke up thirsty, and got into bed. He pulled yuuri into his arms, which was very easy, yuuri just kinda melts into him, dead asleep. And he fell asleep like that, his beloved sleeping beauty in his arms.
everyone say happy birthday or else.
i don't know if there's been any other emerald city comic con town criers yet but. check please year five frog year. by the way.
who up making history by drawing yuri on ice fanart in 2026 😧‼️
it's genuinely wild that the "But Was It Actually A Kiss Though? How Can We Be Sure When We Did Not See It In Full" discourse had the grip that it did considering this was mari's reaction
thats a sister watching her lil brother get smooched on live tv. why was there any question abt this
shane and yuuri met and became friends while yuuri was training in detroit.... victor and ilya have each others' numbers and have drunk called the other on several different occasions... this is what divine winds have told me 😌☝
YURI ON ICE 2026 mentioned
Actually, we need to talk about fandom and the NHL's conservative politics
(read on my Patreon)
You just finished reading every queer hockey story available to man—and holy Wayne Gretzky—you're a newly minted hockey fan. You love the gays; you want to watch the sexy men zoom around in the boy aquarium, and it's Friday night. So you tune into an NHL game.
You're a brand new hockey fan and you can see that there's twelve men on the ice, a bunch of others on the bench, there's coaches, assistant coaches, goalie coaches, referees, retired NHL players doing analysis and color commentary. You scan the faces, and all are consumed by the reason for tonight's gathering: working together to get a vulcanized piece of rubber into a goddamn net. We've left the outside world behind; color, creed, orientation, immigration status, and gender matter not. All that matters is the effort these athletes put out on the ice.
Yet, as a new, leftist hockey fan, pick any one of these people, and flip a coin—and there's a decent chance that this person has conservative politics. If they're American and registered to vote, there's a 43.9% chance they are registered as a Republican and if they voted, they voted for Donald J. Trump.
src: From Peter Lutz on Vote Hub
And I'm sure if you asked the other 38.5% of NHL players, they'd say something along the lines of "I don't really do politics." You know, the type of "uh...I think everyone should stop fighting" response that the willfully under-informed offer when you bring up genocides.
Oh man. Oh gosh. That's so weird. You got into hockey because of the myriad of stories that celebrate queerness and marginalized identities and intersectional feminism—so what is up with this league? Why is it so different from the stories that use it as an athletic backdrop? Has it always been like this? And how did you end up here? Why are so many other fannish/bookish left-leaning people like yourself finding solace in a league where there are millionaires who will gladly win it all and shake hands with a self-proclaimed fascist?
If you're at all like me, a leftist Black woman, it's a simple cycle.
You discover the world of hockey and the NHL which is strange and fascinating. The blood, sweat, and tears compel you. Yes, it's filled with white people—like it's mostly white people whatthefuckisupwiththat—but they're a different sort of people because this niche underground culture is...strange and fascinating! They have slang and enormous asses! (edit: I speak on hockey and whiteness in this Vanity Fair article.)
It is very gay. The homosociality of hockey breeds a male repression unmatched by any other form of physical exertion. You feel safe here now; you feel justified. Nevermind the fact that toxic masculinity is the thing you're actually observing. You were born with slash goggles on. If these men can't untie the bow on their unconscious desires and unrealized tenderness, you can do it for them.
Reality strikes. A good rule of writing is that characters are what they do. And whenever you peek into the real world of the NHL...you see what the league and its players do—or don't do. Time after time again you're presented with political inaction from the league, racism, misogyny, transphobia, and apathy towards the things you really care about. You learn slowly, that the NHL is a league that moves at glacial speeds, pun intended. It is, simply, not progressive.
Well, at least you have hockey romance and that is progressive! You don't need professional men's hockey! You can make a difference! Yay!
...But oh good God, now you've spread the gospel of hockey to dozens—maybe hundreds of people with your hockey fandom. And some of the people with whom you shared your fandom? They may never make it to step three. (Picture me running from laptop to laptop, closing the Word documents of various hockey romance writers. I kind of sound like Jimmy Stewart: "Stop! St-stop it now! We're spreading it! Dontcha know we're spreading it, huh? You're sending 'em down to the boy aquarium, but that's no boy aquarium! That's MAGA territory, you see! These people think Bernie Sanders is crazy!")
Am I saying that watching an NHL game is like buying a signed copy of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child? No. (But someone do the math on that.) Any time we engage with any of the major sports we put money in the coffers of billionaires. (The PWHL is owned by billionaire Mark Walters, who is the owner the Lakers, Dodgers, and Sparks. He donated to Obama and the DNC and is always happy to visit the White House—even if it's to hang out with Trump when his sports team does well. Do NOT get me started on the MLB)
All I am saying is that, you, new hockey fan, can save yourself a lot of time and frustration by knowing precisely the league that is being marketed to you. You will be disappointed with player politics. You will be lulled by the basest forms of rainbow capitalism. 43.9% of American NHL players are registered Republicans. You will find yourself accepting the bare-minimum. (I was way too proud of Sidney Crosby for like, knowing a gay person?)
I deeply regret having made Jack Zimmermann's "uncle" Wayne Gretzky. I didn't know the guy would go to Trump's inauguration... He's not even American.
"...Here we have two magnificent specimens of the Canadian Hockey Robot." — Ransom & Holster, probably