#i mean awards aren't really that objective at the end of the day

[monsterboyfriend]

Yeah, I don't really mention Sam talking about racism because as you said, he's not a villain or hero here. I've only mentioned him regarding the FYC campaign because it should've been both Sam and Assad or just Assad (in case they could only pick one, which I doubt) and now because there are people finding a way to make it about rpf. On the plantation incident I didn't bring him up because there was no point in it. Anyways, I've realized the fandom is very much like that and is not going to change, so I just block them now. But unfortunately sometimes it still pops up on my dash somehow.

Yeah. I'm lucky I haven't seen it. It's pretty embarrassing to hear people acting like this. It's also the first time I've had front row seats to award season racism, as I usually don't have a movie or show I really care about in the running, so I would hear about it secondhand. Jacob, Delainey, Assad, Sam, and Eric are all immensely talented people, and I really want to see them get that recognition for helping create this show that I care so much about, and it hurts to see them get swept under the rug. It hurts especially when the only one to get nominated is the white one, when I feel like the rest of them have done so much more this season. You almost have to laugh at how blatant it is. And seeing fans go after each other and the actors when we should all be directing our anger at the CC and AMC... It's just disheartening. Critic's Choice, AMC, the fans, we all failed our POC actors here, I fear.

[meggigoering]

📖November 13th, 2023

🦈"The tram covered Berlioz, and a round dark object was thrown under the lattice of the Patriarchal Alley on a cobblestone slope. Having rolled down this slope, it jumped on the cobblestones of Bronnaya. It was Berlioz's severed head." (Bulgakov M.A., Master and Margarita).

For criminal proceedings, to gather the appropriate evidence is not an ordinary task, in particular for the cases of serial crimes. Last week appeared to be a pretty busy considering that I was on sick leave due to the allergy and poisoning. In fact, I passed a number of tests to confirm the poisoning with the mustard gas, and differentiate the poisoning and allergy. As previously stated, mustard gas necessitates a very specific blood change and distinct symptoms. When combined by individuals who are aware, it is impossible to confuse these exceptional modifications with anything else.

The hypothesis's accuracy can be easily confirmed by the fact that I and my dogs are alive, which is surprising since there aren't many people who know this stuff. Mes chiens et moi sommes en vie, ce qu'on appelle la septième preuve. My belief is that God played a significant role in my rescue, but also the understanding of toxicology, war medicine, and investigative medicine. It's unlikely that anyone predicted that all stars would come together in my case. Otherwise, me and my dogs would be already rotten on the cemetery.

Although it is a rare intoxication, the exact number of people who have died due to acute mustard gas toxicity is unknown. As the case of my family shows, at least 3 deadly acute poisoning of humans, and 9 cases of my dogs' death were caused presumably by the acute poisoning combining together with the accident, wrong diagnosis, falsification of medical records. So, I've passed many tests of blood, and now I have the most complete clinical picture allowing not only to proof the hypothesis of acute poisoning, but only proof the source of it, in particular - among others, the business documentation of the BOOST. As a remarkable note, the most toxic folders contained documents related to Tinkoff Bank, Sistema-VTB, Bunkovo, and Smart Expert. Signing and sealing this crap was a nightmare, and I had to ventilate it for a couple of months and store it outside my permanent presence room before proceeding. Thus, as long as I retook the blood tests in the certain time intervals, now it is possible not only to confirm the poisoning itself, but also connect it with the documents, and the cases - I am sure that among approximately 300 folders, exactly these four were appearing as the most disgusting.

Another good news is that I've got the fresh conclusion of the Allergist. Not sure that many of people know this fact, but I am vegan, and I don't drink alcoholic drinks, and do not take any drugs due to the polyvalent allergy on any medicaments, intolerance to ethanol, and protein of animal origin since my birth. For sure, many silly distributors of slander about me did not know this fact, otherwise they would cut their tongues instead of spreading the crap about me that I'am a kinda alcoholic and drug-addict schizophrenic. For those bold and stupid dumb-tongued, there is a one more Darwin award - the recognition following the article 128.1 of the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation, and linked as well.

A couple of days ago, I've got the good news about the initiation of criminal proceedings with regards to the slander about me that I'm kinda a mentally ill with schizophrenia. As long as the end of the whole case is completed in Samara, the investigation is in Samara now. Many of my "moscow" friends from AFK Sistema and beyond will be congratulated together with Stinky, Tanyshka, and their mad down-prostitute daughter "lera": I mean Igor Kozlov, Vera Kolesova, Evgeny Pruidze, Asya Ramazanova, Inna Somkina, and so on, the long list is really long to publish it here.

Also, in addition to the 128.1, Stinky, Tanushka, Olushka, and down prostitute Lera are awarded by the Kuybishevsky Department of the Investigative Committee of the Russian Federation with the articles of the criminal code 111, 116, 159, 167. Stinky is really stupid idiot, because with the complete ignorance he poisoned my dogs on Friday once again, closing them in the bathroom polluted by the specific substance of oxygene mustard gas - this crap is dark brown oily substance. But that's not all! After sending of the request to the Investigation Department to perform the search and criminalistics expertise over the area under the roof and above my flat, to identify the source of pollution with so called British mustard gas, the managing company of the house immediately started the "cleaning" in this area, and three days in the row these bastards - ils avez effectué un nettoyage général dans le grenier, qui s'est terminé par un retrait solennel - vous ne le croirez pas ! - une salle de bain en fonte du grenier.

The conclusion is simple: never, never, never tell slander about me motherfckers. Never, never, never even try to rewrite my property to somebody else by using the forged documents, sham court judgments, and other kind of falsification, and crimes. And never steal my documents, cars, belongings, and even don't try to poison me. With my genetics, I survived after the series of the acute mustard gas poisonings. And my two dogs as well. My children will inherit a natural reticence to the crap that was used against me for the purpose of murder. Thank you all very much.

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[chilligyu]

info: chwe hansol/reader, general audiences, meet cute au genre: fluff | word ct: 1k warnings: narrator is an awkward sarcastic shit none summary: when mornings and socializing aren't your strong suit, coffee is the only thing that gets you through it.

Are you fucking kidding me?

It was early in the morning, she had just walked out of her apartment, bag slung over her shoulder, she was ready to take on the day. Then she found herself standing in front of a ROAD & SIDEWALK CLOSED sign, yellow caution tape strung up, and she could’ve sworn her life had ended. Her usual route. The whole road. Closed. Meaning that she had to make a detour. God she hated it when her morning routine was thrown off. But she still needed her morning brew. Turning around, she approached a coffee shop she’d never been to before.

Ding.

“Welcome to Sunshine Café! Where our sunshine coffee is bound to put a smile on your face!”

All around her, cheerful faces. Each excessively happy that it was morning. It wasn’t natural.

I think I’m going to vomit.

“Can I get an iced americano?” She ordered, a forced smile twitching at her lips.

The young barista looked far too pleasant to be entirely human. “Would you like to add a pastry to your order for another 89 cents? Or donate a dollar to the poor?”

Lady, I am the poor. “No thanks, just coffee.”

“Coming right up!”

Nodding, she paid and gladly left their perky sight. Putting in her headphones she waited for her order at the pick-up counter while listening to some mixtape she downloaded from SoundCloud. In some attempt to hide from the sunflower prints on the wall and chipper pop music blaring through the loudspeakers, she pulled her hood over her head. God she hated mornings. And she hated morning people more.

Unable to hear, she watched as an iced americano was placed in front of her. Without thinking she reached for it, her fingertips grazing against someone else’s and causing her to jump. She was already having a tough day, her fuse was short enough as it was, so she was fully prepared to rip this person a new asshole when—

Oh no. She internally gasped. He’s attractive. You don’t scream at attractive people. I can barely even speak to attractive people!

He was tall, his clothes were perfectly pressed, a pair of glasses perched at the end of his nose, God it was like he was ripped straight out of a magazine. A magazine full of extremely attractive people. Ones that wore beanies, and had dimples, and everything else she suddenly liked in a man. For a good minute, she watched his mouth move and wondered why the hell no sound was coming out. Scratching her head, she accidentally tugged on her headphones. Apparently handsome guys in coffee shops made her act like a complete moron.

“Sorry?” She chuckled nervously, removing them and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “What did you just say?”

Unfazed by her blunders, he smiled. “I was just wondering what you ordered.”

“Ah.” She grinned. “Iced americano, you?”

“Same.” He nodded as he adjusted his glasses. “Sorry, I must’ve—"

“No, no, no.” She objected, pushing it towards him. “I probably picked up your coffee by mistake.”

She was so nervous, so flustered, that her phone slipped out of her hand. Watching it clatter to the floor they both leaned over and suddenly he let out a quiet chuckle. Confused, she followed his gaze and could’ve sworn that her heart immediately stopped. Her music was displayed on the screen. Her odd music that no one else liked. The music that most everyone laughed at.

Oh no, oh no, oh no, attractive guy is going to laugh at my music, shit, shit!

“chwenotchew, huh?” He questioned, obviously amused. “Where did you find him?”

Play it cool, play it cool! Whatever you do, play it cool and don’t choke on your tongue! “It was just something I found on SoundCloud. Random mixtape, nothing special.”

“Nothing special?” He practically winced, handing her phone back to her. “That hurts.”

Confused, she took her phone back from him and looked down at the album art. There was something oddly familiar about the man on the cover. Then, it dawned on her. It was his face. The face of the extremely attractive guy kneeling down beside her. His actual face. Not some likeness, not some abstract interpretation. Just his face. And she insulted it. To his face.

She felt herself blushing. “I’m—I am so sorry, I had no idea that—that this was—"

“I prefer an honest opinion.” He smirked as he stood and offered her a helping hand. “Even if it’s not always the one I want to hear.”

Feeling guilty, she shook her head as she was pulled to her feet. “I didn’t mean what I said. I’m just so used to people making fun of me for what I listen to, I didn’t want this handsome stranger to—"

Oh no. She paused. When will you figure out how to shut up?

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He gave her this award winning smile that practically turned her into a puddle. “Just wondering, would you want to go out with me sometime?”

Choking on your tongue is possible. It’s very possible.

“I—" She swallowed. “I mean—I mean yeah? Probably? Like—definitely?”

“Good.” He smirked just as her order was placed on the counter. “I’m Vernon, by the way.”

Choking. Still choking.

“And I’m—" She started, chuckling underneath her breath. “Really happy that the road was closed today.”

[bxllafanficc]

¡Skate/sing your hearts out! (Yuri Plizetsky x reader)

(Part three)

Part one. Part two. Part four part five Masterlist

Summary: After last year's cancellation of Figure Skating Grand Prix, Yuri Plisetsky finds himself unable to bring out his inner skater after a year of doing nothing but enjoy life like a regular teenager. That's when you enter the picture; We Are Voice Grand Awards's currently hottest competitive vocalist come first place two years in a row. Just like the other competitors of Grand Prix, it turns out that Victor and Yuuri faces the same issue. With an arrangement between Victor and Yakov, they agree to travel to Japan and hire you as a mutual coach for Yuri and Yuuri to help bring back the emotion into their performances like before, maybe even more intense than ever. Yuri however, who's never experienced issues with his coaches before, for some reason finds this one particularly difficult to coexist along with in their (reasonably) odd partnership. Warnings: mentions of minor injury, tsundere Yuri

*Yuri's POV*

"Do it again. This time slow down and think every turn through before you start over."

It's worse than he anticipated. How many practices did he cancel exactly? The sweat is pooling at the base of his hairline and he can feel a nerve in his pinky twitch uncontrollably after using his hand to save him from a particularly bad fall after attempting a rushed series of jumps ending in a loop. The all too pleasant sound of the blades of his skates cutting up fresh ice from the surface is mixed with grunts of frustration and rapid panting. His mind tells him to repeat repeat repeat from the start if he gets something wrong. Repeat until he gets it right and then move on.

Yakov is visibly in a bad mood after seeing how much training they had to get done before moving to his sessions with (Y/n). That means hiring her longer than expected and that's something both him and Yakov wants to avoid. Not because they don't have the money, but because she'll be wandering around without a purpose in Japan, waiting for Yuri to get back in shape.

Another fall. Yuri attempts to use his other hand for support and spring on his feet again but the balance fails him since it's the wrong hand and the inner edge of his right skate bends outwards. He stumble for a second but gets right onto repeating the combination. Deadset to move on as fast as possible.

He knew that Yakov said they would be starting tomorrow morning with his time at the rink. Though,  Yuri had a feeling he would need all the extra time he could get.

(Y/n). The aftermath of his first meeting with the all too famous singer started kicking in. All he could do was thinking about it. His harsh behavior and the disappointment in her response. 'Your voice isn't that special'. Why did he say that when she's literally gold winner of the hottest contest in current time? Even worse, why did he say that when until today he had been following her journey through We Are Voice with a great interest? He especially remember the shock of entire Russian population when she chose to compete with 'Scream' by Sergey Lazarev. That song got sent as Russia's participating song in Eurovision Song Contest. The music contest arranged by the European countries each year. Even though it only came in 3rd place that year it certainly felt like we had won with such a legendary cover. Her presence glowing on stage like that with one of the prides of Russia certainly exploded all over the internet.

But now? It felt too surreal to stand in the same room as the (y/n) (l/n) from that performance. Like he shouldn't know stuff like what shampoo she uses or her off-camera personality. It was almost too intimate in a way and Yuri wasn't sure that he wanted to get to know her. And certainly not as his coach. That just felt like some sense of mockery to him. 'Hey, let's pic the girl who won gold for her intense stage-presence because Yuri is that sucky on feeling stuff.' Was the stuff people surely would be saying about him as soon as media got hold on the news. No, not that he cared about what other's said. It was partly true.

Each jump more rushed than the other, his ears tuned out the sound of Yakov's irritated voice at the end of the rink. The only sound he heard was the sound of his skates clashing and his own breath. Somewhere a door opened and he heard quiet voices at the entrance.

Great. An audience. He decided to stop with the combination for one moment and went with a basic camel spin, slowly fading into an upright spin, hoping into a salchow. The intention was to gain some of his dignity back before he would have to go back falling on his face again. But when the rotation of the salchow was off, anger burned up inside him. Now he was determined to get the jump right followed by the combined spins.

"Yuri, you still have to..." Yakov said to him somewhere to his left but he didn't hear much of it. Or was it right? No, behind him. Where was he located again? Doesn't matter, just keep moving.

Where are the walls of the rink? No, just do it.

It's just camel, upright and salcho-

*smack*

A heavy impact to his head and startled gasps somewhere. He was on the ground now, clutching his forehead in his hand. After one look of the object causing the impact he groaned and stood up in a haze. That damned wall. Was he really that caught up in his thoughts that he didn't realize his balance was completely off even before the finishing jump?

He looked around on the people inside the room. Yakov with his furrowed brows and a girl and a man running into a lounge. That must be the piglet's friends. And beside Yakov a few turns away-

(Y/n). Of course she had to see that. After her stern words at dinner time, Yuri had no intention of causing a further scolding from her. Yakov he could handle but her, just ridiculous.

The old man flailed his arms for a motion for Yuri to continue practicing.

"Don't stop now! You haven't gotten it right yet!"

R-right, he stopped moving and ended up staring at the people around him. Even if he didn't get to catch his breath, he still was too far behind to call it a day now. 'This time I'll have to get it right.' He thought and proceeded to finish the camel/upright spin and then-

Yes! He landed on the outer edge with his right foot like expected and took a little skip to finish it off more aesthetically pleasing.

He tried to ignore the blood pounding in his ears as he went back to the previous combination. But once again the loop faltered and the muscles in his hand hissed underneath the ice as he held himself upright.

"Hey, Yuri! You go take a breather, don't ya? And come here while you do."

It was (Y/n) who rested her arms against the edge of the rink. But a confused cough from Yakov made him hesitate and he stood still, waiting for the two of them to decide for him. He should probably keep going-

"But he just got it right!"

"I can tell when someone's on the verge of collapsing. It's very clear that he won't get anything done if you keep it at this rate. Hell, he might even get seriously injured if his limbs don't follow instructions, Yakov. At least grant him a break." The smile (Y/n) gave the man was a sign to say 'no hard feelings' but the tone of her voice said otherwise. After a moment of silence he nodded and waved at Yuri to get off the ice towards (Y/n). But Yuri didn't really want to be alone with her so he went to the opposite side of where she was waiting for him. He earned a questioning look from her but just waved it off with his own hand.

His fingers were cold and stale. It was hard getting a good grip on the shoelaces and getting the blades in its sheathing. He grunted and leaned back against his seat, the skates still on his feet and his hands turned to fists.

"I know you don't need my help." The boy gazes up at the girl beside him. His new coach looks down at him from where he's sitting and takes a seat beside him. A first aid kit and a blanket rests in her lap.

He sits up properly and turns his head away from her, continuing to untie his skates.

"You're right, I don't."

"You're very consistent. I personally think you did a grea-"

"Why are you here anyway? Aren't you supposed to meet your fans or something?" Yuri knew it was risky to cut your coach off mid-sentence but the words came anyway. Besides, is she really a coach if she has zero experience how to teach others? She's just playing like Victor did two years ago and kept doing so. Even if she's no coach, her (h/c) eyes still feels like they are piercing his soul and there no way to shield himself from her. He feels like an open book for her to abuse so... Maybe she's just good at reading emotions and not actually teaching them. How does one teach emotions? What will she be doing exactly?

"That ended hours ago. You weren't at Hot Springs when I returned so Victor figured you'd be here."

Stupid Victor. Couldn't he tell that Yuri didn't want her near?

(Y/n) opened up the first aid kit and Yuri eyed it carefully. She handed him the blanket with an extended arm but he just swatted it away. It fell on the floor and she stared at it blankly. Then she bent forwards and picked it back up, forcefully wrapping it around the skater burrito style.

"Wha- stop it!" He pouted and shot daggers at her once again. This time, he only earned a grin of satisfaction from her as she took a cotton pad and drenched it in hydrogen peroxide.

"You earned a pretty nasty wound when you headbanged the wall, you know." He knew. Blood was dripping into his left eye and made his vision turn red. He started thrashing and trying to eel his way away from her. That caused her to take a steady grip of both of his cheeks and hold him still. The look she gave him said 'don't you dare move again' and she put the drenched cotton against his forehead. Sharp pain exploded from the wound and he hissed. When the pad was removed, a wet tissue swept up the blood on his cheek and on his eyelid. The touch was cool against his hot skin. Some of his vision turned back and he released a small sigh of relief. Lastly a bandaid was put over the wound. He saw (Y/n) judging her work carefully and then she nodded to herself.

He jolted slightly when he felt her grab his hand with careful manners. Her hands spread is fingers cautiously and he felt her thumb swipe over his still twitching pinky.

"You feel this, right? Does it hurt badly?" Her voice was soft like a breeze and it startled him slightly. A moment ago she was rough and stern and now she's soft and tender? And for the record, yes. Yes he does feel that. And he doesn't even want to begin to think of how soft her hands are-

"No... It's nothing." He lied. But what else what he supposed to say anyway. His hand was swollen but he can't skate with a bandage. But depending on the unimpressed look she gave him, he knew she wasn't buying any of his bullshit.

"Then how come your face looks like that when I touch this spot?" She spoke and applied the slightest of pressure in between the joints of his knuckles. He let out a forced 'owowow' at the action and yanked his hand out of her grip.

"Fine! But you don't have to hurt me further then!"

"Then only one hurting you here, is yourself."

She picked up the rolled bandage and grabbed his hand once again. He took a moment to linger his attention on what she said. How is he hurting himself? He's just doing what needs to be done!

Yakov returned to the two of them and stood slightly off to the side. Yuri saw the dismay in his eyes when he saw the bandage (Y/n) held.

"Kid, we're done for today. Take the rest of the day to gain back your energy for tomorrow's practice."

Yuri nodded and kept watching (Y/n) wrap the bandage. Meanwhile, he couldn't help but catch the mild scent of peach and wild berries. But there was something else. Probably (f/c) (favorite scent) and it smelled fantastic for some reason.

"You know, you should probably get settled into your room immediately when we return." (Y/n) spoke up and flashed Yuri a smile.

"I'll help you." She continued but he shook his head.

"No, that won't be necessary!"

"Oh right, there is one more thing I forgot to mention earlier." Yakov leaned against the walls of the rink as (Y/n) finished wrapping Yuri's hand with the bandage. It felt better with the comforting pressure onto his swollen hand. Jokes aside, maybe he could actually find something to enjoy at his stay here.

"Hot Springs and the hotels in Japan are currently all occupied. You will be staying in (Y/n)'s room thought your stay, as roommates."

...

Nevermind, scratch that thought.

[bisluthq]

Hey Nat, no need to post this. I love you, love the current state of this side of the fandom (minus Taylor's shenanigans lol) but I think what some people are getting at is that you're very aggressive in your tone these days (which is in stark contrast to your words "it's not that deep bestie"), often about topics that you aren't actually a master on, but you speak as though you're objectively correct. You also tend to give very long responses to people who are fighting or possibly baiting you and all but ignoring people who give thoughtful, levelheaded input. It's just a weird vibe on your blog rn. Even going so far as to break fandom rules to @ celebs and harass them on social.

I understand these are likely not your intentions, but this is what unbiased, committed followers are noticing. We've been with you since you started, but there's a lot of, well, hyperbole (not too unlike say jennyboom, love her too, but literally none of us are masters on these topics fr) that starts to rub people the wrong way.

Again, I say this as if we're friends and not strangers. I care about your place in this community. I hope you don't think I'm being combative or an asshole. 🌈🌞

I do like the spirit of this ask and I’ll take it on board. I mean with this “Even going so far as to break fandom rules to @ celebs and harass them on social” it’s literally the only way to get answers about you know an actual coverup. This isn’t about a relationship which is none of our business. It’s about awards and the integrity of the institution and Taylor’s whole deal.

I often leave thoughtful responses as are because they’re so... good? Like idk what more to add. So I post and I say “yaaaas” and yeah idk.

I’m sorry if I’ve been coming across aggressive. Relative to Taylor issues this is really huge for me although like as I said this is a minor part of life I’m general. But for me her stance on writing and ownership and her transparency on those processes have always been the HUGE drawcard. Fundamentally I don’t care who she’s dating or who she’s fucked. It’s fun and funny to speculate but ehhhh like I don’t reaaaaally care. Maybe she’s bi, maybe she’s straight, maybe she’s still hung up on Harry Styles. I don’t really give a shit and yes harassing people about that is super unacceptable because it’s not our business at the end of the day.

But IMO if a person is asking us for our money for her original work - which she is - and claiming transparency on it usually and then she’s being shady about it that’s... really hectic.

Like I’m thinking of writing op eds myself on this because it’s just SO FUCKING DISAPPOINTING.

And yeah it’s not that big a deal. All these people suck that’s how they wind up with fortunes of 300 million. Like I don’t expect perfection.

But I expected better on this one thing and yeah it’s disappointing.

And it’s wild to me that people aren’t getting that or at like 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ “it’s no big deal!!” like idk it really fucking is.

So like I will take a lot of this on board and appreciate the ask but that’s where I’m at on this.