Pride may be over today, but tomorrow we will make history once more
Tag: yoi
when u find a spicy meme and gotta show ur boyfriend even tho it’s 3 in the morning
Why the fuck does Victor have a statue in his room
this is the fourth addition to this post abt the statue leave homeboy alone if he wants a statue let him have a statue in peace smh
That looks like a got damn king sized bed all to himself. Victor. Babe.
listen dudes if viktor nikiforov, olympic medalist and five time world champion, wants a bed fit for a king let him Rest Alone on a bed fit for a king why must u all judge him so
listen as a certified Dog Owner who is also a member of the Let Your Fur Babies Sleep In The Bed With You club, that poodle is the one and only reason viktor owns a king sized bed i mean have you ever slept with a big dog before my dudes when they stretch out in the middle of the night they are savage af and will push you onto the floor.
I’ve never watched YOI before but I can confirm that even little dogs will try to push you onto the floor. Especially if they’re part staffy. Then they push against the wall with their chunky legs all stretched out for maximum pettiness
Okay so my favorite part about this is thinking about Victor packing up his apartment for Japan.
Victor Nikiforov’s Go Surprise Move In With Your Boyfriend Checklist:
• dog
• bed
• favorite lamps
• marble bust u commissioned of urself at age 20
• all figure skating outfits worn from years 1999 through 2014And being like, I’M SET, and then getting to the airport and having to call Yakov because he forgot his passport.
If you’re Viktor Nikiforov, voted Most Dramatic Man Alive seven years consecutively, member of the No Pajamas My Beauty Only Sleeps Free association, you can also absolutely not travel anywhere without bringing along your very own set of Matryoshka dolls and setting them up in perfect casual proximity to a bust that could very well be Alexander The Great.
Winter is in its last days, and he knows that his time has come.
There are not many preparations to make. He still takes care with every single one, performs them slowly, the tremble in his muscles not going away anymore. His strength has left him a few weeks ago. Walking hurts. The world has lost its scent. He finds himself sleeping a lot. His eyes don’t look for adventure now.
The house sleeps in silence, and so does the small poodle on the couch. She’s a shy thing, still, even after being here for almost a month. But he knows that she’ll come around. Her fur is bright, paws stumbling around clumsily, knocking over things. He isn’t worried, though: She loves them furiously already.
And they love her. That will be enough.
He drags himself to the bedroom. There’s not much light, just the moon, and his vision is weak. Climbing up the bed is hard; he manages.
There they are. There they sleep. Viktor is nuzzled deep into the blankets, eyes twitching under closed lids. He’s dreaming deeply, then. Yuuri is curled up, mouth open a bit. He’s grown a lot. There’s nobody else who would love Viktor like that, like a human does, and for as long as he lives.
They’ll be fine, Makkachin thinks as he lies down one more time, and then he thinks: Thank you for being my home, before he lets the last sleep come to him.
i didnt make the joke (the source said moami on tumblr but i might bewrong — ) but i had to draw it anyway coz viktor would
I did indeed post the joke here as well as on my twitter. It’s so cool that you made a comic out of it! Those two are so in love and your art style makes them look great. Thank you very much for this!
“And is your family here tonight?” One of the journalists asks him when he’s just about to push his way backstage.
“My grandfather is,” he decides to say when the guy doesn’t back off. “Could you let me through?”
“Yes, sure sure – is there nobody else?” The man moves, but now Yuri doesn’t. “Mr Plisetsky?”
He forces a deep breath into his lungs. “Nobody, no. Good night.”
———-
Viktor goes first. He just knocks at the door of Yuri’s hotel room, impolite as always. Before Yuri can protest, he’s already sticking his head inside, stomping in a mere moment later. “Just saw your interview.”
“So? I didn’t insult your beloved fiancé this time-”
Two arms close around him. Yuri’s heart thunders.
“Your family watched your entire performance. They were there the whole time, and if you still don’t see that, then it’s about damn time.”
Viktor leaves without a word. Yuri doesn’t mind. He couldn’t have replied anyways, not with his heart beating up into his throat, or with the first tear reaching his cheek when the door goes shut.
———-
“Do you think I’m family?”
“I need to borrow your gloves. I forgot mine. Please?”
“I asked you something.”
Yuuri looks up from where he’s tying his skates. He’s smiling and Yuri bites down on his lips, hard, so he doesn’t do something stupid like crying (again).
“Never doubt that,” Yuuri says quietly. He pushes his hand into Yuri’s hair, ruffles it like the idiot (inspiration, just never letting him know that, friend, or that, and maybe something that is stronger and thicker than all even without blood or water) that he is, and gets up. “Now let’s go.”
———-
It’s only after practice that Yuri can’t find his gloves. Turns out that it’s not a problem, because Yuko sends him a pair in her next package. And if he wears them even though blue and pink never were his favourite colours, well, that’s his business.
Interviewer: how does it feel to have a boyfriend that’s so out of your league?
Yuuri: uhm –
Viktor: pretty incredible, still no idea how I did it
Makkachin will protect Victor and Yuuri forever
Wow.
That is – that is wonderful.
I adore how your colours are so bright and different in every panel, how they really bring the whole comic to life and make it vibrant. The fact that you did a whole comic is incredible in itself. I’m very happy you added Yuuri in. And oh, the dogs. So, so wonderfully done. Thank you for your work, I cannot say how happy and honoured I am to feceive your art.
“Did you ever marry again, Uncle Viktor?” Yurio’s youngest one asks.
“No.”
“Why not?”
Viktor lifts his hand. It’s thin and ugly and it trembles, useless as it is, but the ring on his finger is gold as it always has been.
“I’ll tell you why, and listen carefully.”
The little girl shuffles closer. Her hair is just like her father’s, almost like Viktor’s, and nothing like someone else’s used to be.
The ring is cold when he presses his lips to it. “When someone gives you love, it’s not forever. It’s only as long as they have it, or as long as they live.”
“What are you looking at, boy?” Viktor laughs. “Did you see a bird in the sky?”
‘Take care of them,’ Vicchan whispers from above.
‘I will,’ Makkachin thinks back at him.
Moami 