#skatinggays

[rayjideguia]

yuri on ice sailor moon au for skatinggays​

[actualyuuri]

Last line meme

I got tagged by @pushpullds :D <3

Cite the final line of five of your fics - your favorites, or the most recent ones. Tag five writers who should do this next.

all the world’s a stage

“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players…”

centripetal force

“I sure hope not.”

how the mighty fall (in love)

“And what would you call it?”

The Fundamentals of Caring

“Please.”

Five Times Viktor and Yuuri Were Jealous of Makkachin (and the one time they weren’t)

(And for once, neither of them is jealous of Makkachin, who sits at the end of the bed, happy for his two owners.)

I’m going to tag @omgkatsudonplease @exile-wrath @skatinggays @lucycamui @ebenroot

[exile-wrath]

hey, hey wrath. can we maybe get a preview of your Japanese Mythology fic with Yokai-touched Yuuri?? i love being dead and dying, thanks

Victor is twenty-three and has a tremor in his hands on New Year’s Day as he clutches the handles of the Japanese train. He has not touched the ice since he fell on that triple axel.  He sees things where there is nothing, cannot sleep more than half an hour without feeling like someone is trying to choke the life out of him, and he is so, so tired.

Fatigue wears at his bones and a curse wears at his mind.

And as he staggers down the steps of Hasetsu station, the curse surges, and he collapses, hands on his ears to try to block out the voices that sound in his head.

His entire being is in pain, both mental and physical, and he wants to scream. He feels like screaming when he squeezes his eyes shut and in the back of his own eyelids is the seared image of a giant mouth prepared to devour him-

And then there is only silence in his head. The monster in his mind dies like a weed in an early frost, and all he hears are murmurs of people around him, footsteps as people go on with their life. And the clacking of wood in front of him.

He opens his eyes and looks up to see a gentle face partially hidden by an eyepatch, a gentle youth holding his hand down to him, leaning on a cane inches from Victor's head.

"That," the stranger says, "Is one nasty curse." His eye is brown like fertile soil, like plants would healthy grow under his careful gaze.

Victor reaches up, his hands shaking, but the moment they touch he's filled with strength again, his tremor vanishing. It's easy to leap to his feet, to feel safe and sure about his own body once again. "Are you the medium?" he whispers in awe.

"My name is Katsuki Yuuri," he says. His English is cautious, but clearly practiced. "The spirits told me you were coming."

Victor's heart leaps into his throat, and his voice bubbles over with hope. "Can you cure me?" he blurts out, a plea of a desperate man.

Yuuri smiles, and it takes Victor's breath away — but in a good way, one that makes him feel like he's safe rather than dying. "I don't know about a cure yet," Yuuri says, "But I know I can help."

"I'll do anything,” Victor swears, and he means it.

[dabsquat]

yuuri literally BUILDS HIS WHOLE CAREER by going out of his way to be publicly extra when it comes to his love for victor nikiforov. from the stammi vicino viral video, to every time he throws himself into victor's arms and grabs him and gets all up in his business before an event, to basically proposing to him on the steps of a tourist attraction chapel in the middle of a crowd. like... y'all.... katsuki yuuri literally lives for being Extra™, that's why he gets along so well with Victor.

EXACTLY!!!!!! Y’ALL YUURI IS SHY AND ALL BUT NOT WHEN IT COMES TO VIKTOR FUCIKING NIKIFOROV

the fandom just needs to accept how naturally extra yuuri is and how they’re a borderline obnoxious couple with their over the top displays of affection HONESTLY THEY WOULD TOTALLY GET COMPETITIVE ABOUT WHO CAN SURPRISE THE OTHER MORE

imagine the countless hours they spend arguing who loves the other more omg 

[hollycrowned]

i laughed out loud at "paul ryan can eat an entire toilet brush" tbh

eat 👏  a 👏  toilet 👏  brush 👏  Speaker 👏  Ryan 👏

[antivancoffeelover]

me: ugh i can't stop sneezing and my nose is running i'm so snotty ugh i hate this

my best friend: it's okay i'm gay

[epb-archive]

lunar--resonance replied to your post “idk why i thought grapefruit juice would be good but here i am...”

it's good for your kidneys tho and keeps cysts from forming if that's any consolation

new science discovers that a majority of humans no longer are in need of both kidneys to survive. an evolution trait that came from the strongest haters of all things grapefriut. humans truly are amazing. 

skatinggays

replied to your post

“idk why i thought grapefruit juice would be good but here i am...”

omg no i love grapefruit juice mail it to me i will drink it

pls take it, i keep taking sips thinking its gonna suddenly be better and it is!!!! for exactly .0004 seconds then its back to hell and i weep

[mysecretfanmoments]

skatinggays replied to your post “I think moments of “why would someone even want to read this” are the...”

also on par with this particular writing feel is when you read your own work and you go "someone else could probably write this better" which might be true and is an important motivation toward improving, but also fucking sucks and doesn't take into account the people who read it, who think the same thing about your work that you feel about your own. writing inadequacies are the worst tbh

Such a pain, yes! Especially since “someone else could write this better” can be useful too—if you then go and analyse a specific person’s writing and what makes it so satisfying:

“Sarah Rees Brennan could write funnier dialogue”

“Rachel Hartman could write a more colourful setting”

“Lois McMaster Bujold could write more perfectly satisfying character arcs”

“Elizabeth Moon could write better battle scenes”---

all these thoughts are fine if they make you look at authors you admire & think of how you can adjust what they do to your own toolkit, but the temptation is to just lie facedown groaning haha. We’re all on our journeys!