Yuri/Otabek fic recs, part two

Sep. 22nd, 2017 08:36 pm
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GET YURIO LAID! He’s a very good boy and he’s had a very tough year. This is all healthy, life-affirming porn here:

[less than three] - angelsaves

Explicit, 1570 words. Texting turns into flirting turns into sexting. Cringingly realistic depiction of teenage awkwardness and nervous excitement, and so funny (and so, so hot). Comes with a smutty sequel, [eggplant emoji].

The picture comes out pretty good, Yuri decides, slapping a filter on it and sending it before he gets cold feet. He'd do himself, probably. Maybe Otabek would do him too.

He puts his shirt back on and buries his face in the pillow. Ugh, feelings. They're the worst. Why does Otabek have to have that serious, cute, seriously cute face, and that ass? Why does his opinion have to matter so much to Yuri?

When his phone dings, Yuri has to take some deep cleansing breaths before he can look at it. But when he does --

holy shit. I want to make you look like that

a slow invasion of the heart - radialarch

Mature, 5007 words. Another long-distance phone sex fic, in an alternate timeline where Yuri doesn’t medal at the GPF, and Otabek does. Achingly lovely.

After that, Otabek starts sending Yuri more pictures of himself. Shots at the rink; a video clip, short and shaky, of him not quite landing a quad Lutz. In front of a Tim Hortons, making a face at a cup of coffee while two girls laugh at him. That one, Otabek captions, don’t worry, they’re dating each other. Yuri sends back do you think you’re funny, and, because words alone cannot capture the depth of his disdain, refuses to answer Otabek’s messages for three days.

He doesn’t send back pictures often. Otabek follows him on Instagram, anyway, and it seems like admitting something to take photographs just for him. So he mostly just talks: short, idle thoughts he drops into the ether. What’s Canada’s deal with this Tim Horton guy. Beat Georgi at nationals. Do you like cats.

i walk my days on a wire - idrilka

Explicit, 14526 words. More long-distance fic, in which Yuri keeps dropping hints. Suuuuper hot, and also comes with a deliciously dirty sequel, you catch on like a bonfire.

Otabek looks at the clock; it’s past two a.m. in Saint Petersburg. He had no idea they’ve been talking this long.

“Do you wanna—” Yuri starts at the same time as Otabek says, “Are you planning on staying upright tomorrow in practice? Because that might be a problem if we keep this up.”

Yuri snorts unattractively. “Please, I could keep myself upright in my sleep. My balance is amazing.”

Otabek remembers the wide-eyed, bird-boned boy, executing a perfect arabesque so effortlessly it almost made him cry, the shame of his own inadequacy burning in his throat.

Of course.

Cures for Burning - stutter

Explicit, 15485 words. Three years on, Yuri is living with Victor and Yuuri when he confesses something to Otabek. Gorgeous pining, flawless characterization, and one of my favorite Yuuri+Yurio scenes EVER:

Katsuki watches him carefully. “Teach you,” he repeats, like a statement rather than a question.

“Yes. How to…how to do that. Everything you know.” Yuri swallows, and then reaches out and rests a couple of fingers on Katsuki’s knee. Those big, dark eyes go wide suddenly, as he realizes what Yuri means.

To his credit, Katsuki a couple of years ago would have probably jumped a foot in the air, screamed, left a pig-shaped hole in the farthest wall in his haste to get away. But he's changed since coming to Saint Petersburg. He's more relaxed, smiles more, makes more stupid jokes. Even so, he draws in a long, unsteady inhale, and says quietly, “Oh, Yurio, no.”

Welcome to the Friendzone - mischiefmanager and Jillian_Bowes

Explicit, 10456 words. Otabek is clueless, so Yuri decides to make his meaning clear by taking Otabek “on the date of a lifetime … He’s going to date the shit out of Otabek.” Funny and awkward!

“Are you actually going to eat any of that?” Otabek asks when Yuri buys a large popcorn, Milk Duds, an Icee with every flavor, and a questionable-looking hotdog.

“I’m going to eat all of this,” Yuri says. “In about thirty seconds. As soon as we sit down.”

They find their seats. Otabek moves to push the armrest between them down and before Yuri can even think about it, he backhands it into the upright position. The corners of Otabek’s mouth turn up very slightly, but he doesn’t say anything about it.

BONUS:

Mission D - Ren

General Audiences, 5799 words. Yuri and Otabek are dating, but Yuri hasn’t gotten laid yet. The gang attempts to help. No actual porn, but a hilarious ensemble fic, in which everyone is delightful.

v-nikiforov: The purpose of this chat is to get Yurio laid!

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Go forth and shower these writers with praise!

the art of perception

Sep. 22nd, 2017 02:01 pm
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I had a lovely day yesterday. It was grey and gloomy, and intermittently torrential, but I drove over to meet my dyeclass friend and then go to Compton Verney to their - about to end if you're in the area and are interested - exhibition, Seurat to Riley: The Art of Perception. It was perfect viewing for us, providing inspiration and insight for our printing and J's weaving.
We took our time there, because of my tendons and J's damaged foot, and had tea before we started and lunch after looking round. And then more tea. And we took advantage of the free bus service from the gallery back to the car park. We also talked and talked and talked some more.
It was a bit of a risk going out for the day because it was the first day of my new medication, so I was still suffering from the fatigue that is presumed to be an effect of the old medication, while the impact of the new drug is an unknown quantity. J is, fortunately, well-informed and thoughtful, so between us we managed my tiredness and made sure no plummeting blood sugar levels occurred. And I was still safe to drive home at the end of the day.

Swans #oftheday

Lazy photo of the day - zoomed from the car, without stopping and getting out.

Today has been rather lovely too. For a start it's beautifully sunny, so I have the doors open and washing drying outside.
Son of Boilerman turned up as promised around 8:30am and fixed my boiler whilst being chatty and delightful. While he did that, I pottered around gently and did things that needed doing, but without any frantic plan, which was rather nice.
And then I spotted the chap across the road who had been recommended to me as a potential gardener. So we looked around my jungle, agreed an hourly rate, and I now have a gardener. It seems like a perfect arrangement, as he lives a couple of doors away, is self-employed, and can just pop round when convenient for him. He's quite excited about clearing things back and then formulating a plan, and seems open to encouraging me to get involved.
Then the veg man arrived and once more, as his last delivery, I got to accept lots of free leftovers. It's not as epic as The Week of 18 Avocados, but I've got quite a lot of extra salad stuff, and a small mint mountain (a mint foothill). He turned up just as I was eating blue cheese on toast and thinking that it needed something fresh to complement it - pears and figs will do nicely, thank you.
I was supposed to let Percy out for a wander in his back garden around noon, but I failed at opening the back door. (Inadequate training.) So we went for a short stroll instead. On the way we met Ida, the tiny, super-enthusiatic dog who considers Percy to be her boyfriend. Much licking occurred. Everyone seemed very satisfied by this. On the way back I helped a delivery guy to find the right house and he was enthusiastically appreciative. (No licking occurred.)

In drug news, the new medication is definitely reducing my blood sugar. It's lower today than it has been for about a year. (It might be too effective, but we'll see.) I read up on the side effects of the old drug, pioglitazone, and it looks as though it may well be responsible for my peripheral oedema and weight gain as well as extreme fatigue. I wondered why I was getting oedema when the weather is cool, and obviously I blamed myself for the weight thing.
I don't usually read the side effects info. I used to, but concluded that the lists of possibilities are too all-encompassing to be useful and vague enough to make me paranoid. Now I wonder if that was a mistake, so I've read all the possible side effects of the new drug, alogliptin, which is basically all the same things as the old drug, plus a few more. Hopefully I won't experience any of them this time.
None of the side effects mentioned tendinopathy, but the timing fits...and one of the known side effects is an increase in broken bones, so that might not be wild speculation?

And now I have a whole sunny afternoon to myself with absolutely nothing on the Should Do list and many delightful ideas on the Could Do list.

Fic: A Hundred Heartbeats High

Sep. 21st, 2017 11:04 pm
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Day 205. Still in fake figure skating hell. No signs of rescue.

A Hundred Heartbeats High, a late fic for NSFW Yurio week, prompts: masturbation/jealousy. Explicit, 2325 words.

OTW Guest Post: Henry Jenkins

Sep. 21st, 2017 11:06 am
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“News of the OTW bubbled up from many directions at once, most likely through my associations with Escapade, but also through an academic colleague whose partner at the time was involved. I was so excited to hear about the emergence of this fan advocacy network which brought together fannish lawyers willing to help protect our fair use rights as fans; fan scholars publishing their work through a peer-reviewed journal; fan programmers using their skills in support of the community; and of course, an archive where fans controlled what happened to their own works without the interference of web 2.0 interests.

Each of these things is important on its own terms, but taken together, this organization has been a transformative force, in all senses of the words, for fans and their rights to participate.”

For our anniversary Henry Jenkins talks fan studies, students, fandom changes over the years & why it's worth fighting for: http://goo.gl/fm19m5

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mixed feelings

Sep. 20th, 2017 03:23 pm
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I wore my beautiful new boots for a while yesterday, and now my tendons hate me. This is making me sad.

I've been to see my GP today about all the tiredness. It turns out that fatigue and vertigo are side-effects of one of my medications, the one that we increased the dose of at just about the same time I started to feel exhausted and dizzy. So I'm switching to a new drug tomorrow morning. Fingers crossed that will do the trick - both of stopping me feeling crap and also of keeping my diabetes under control. (I'm having blood tests next week too, just in case.) This is making me feel optimistic.

changing wardrobes

Sep. 18th, 2017 08:46 pm
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As we settled down to yoga today, a discussion broke out about switching from summer to winter wardrobes. I observed that I wear the same clothes all year round, I just wear more of them at once in the winter, which sounds like a joke, but is actually entirely accurate.

Two of my fellow yoga students revealed that they have a whole changeover process. For F it is a 3-day thing that makes her very happy. All her summer clothes are carefully folded away and put into storage, and her summer shoes go back into boxes - boxes that each have a photo on the outside for ease of identification. E does something similar, if slightly less extreme.

None of this makes any sense to me. I don't wear my winter coat in the summer because I'd be too hot, and I generally hope I don't need to wear boots in the summer, but that really is the limit of my wardrobe separation. Sleeveless tops that I might wear on their own in the summer go under things in the winter, or over long-sleeved t-shirts. Summer dresses with added leggings and jumpers become winter wear. It's not like we have massive seasonal variation in the weather here. Honestly, it's likely to vary as much in a single day as it does between seasons, which is why dressing in layers makes so much sense.

Poll #18832 seasonal clothes
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 20


seasonal clothes

View Answers

I have separate summer/winter wardrobes
3 (15.0%)

I just wear the same stuff all year round
8 (40.0%)

it's more complicated (and I might elaborate in comments)
9 (45.0%)

we don't have seasons where I live
0 (0.0%)

I have a distinct change of season process

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yes
4 (20.0%)

no
13 (65.0%)

snowflake
3 (15.0%)

rebuilding

Sep. 18th, 2017 05:46 pm
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I have over the years built up a collection of comfortable, and very pleasing shoes. It pains me to say that I can no longer wear most of them.

The podiatrist I saw at the beginning of the year warned me that I need to wear orthotics, and I did invest in inserts and a pair of orthotic shoes, but I figured I just needed to wear them most of the time, and when the summer arrived I assumed that my walking sandals were adequately supportive. Then came the tendinitis and the physio telling me my walking sandals were no good for me. I bought new orthotic walking sandals and have worn them constantly all summer - even as slippers - to help reduce the impact on my tendons of my stupidly flexible feet and extended pronation.

I clung to the idea that I'd be able to wear my non-supportive shoes occasionally but, as well as being bad for me, they are no longer comfortable. I haven't yet made peace with the knowledge that I have to dispose of the old shoes, but I have started work on rebuilding a collection of fabulous shoes. Meet my new, orthotic-friendly Gudrun Sjoden boots:

Rebuilding my collection of fabulous shoes. Part 2. #orthoticfriendly #gudrunsjoden

Yes, they really are that colour. And I love them.

25 Things to Know About the OTW

Sep. 18th, 2017 10:06 am
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OTW 10th anniversary history


We've been around a while now, so as part of celebrating our 10th anniversary here are 25 things to know about the OTW! https://goo.gl/FuuMWS

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OTW 10th Anniversary Chat


What were some of your early experiences like when your work gained its own fans?

*MarthaWells
I think my favorite experience is seeing the fan art, and seeing fanfic from my books show up in Yuletide. That’s hugely exciting to see fanfic and fan art of your work, especially to someone who was a fan from way back in the print zine era.

*SeananMcGuire
The first time something I’d created showed up as a fandom option for Yuletide, I literally cried. Happy tears! But it was like, HOLY WHAT NO HOW OMG VIXY LOOK AT THIS DO YOU SEE THIS. It’s amazing. It’s still amazing. I can’t read any of the fanfic of my own work, but knowing it exists makes me so happy.

Did you miss our chat with Seanan McGuire & Martha Wells? If so check out the transcript of their talk https://goo.gl/Q3Wu6P

other weekend images

Sep. 17th, 2017 04:23 pm
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I R DIGNIFIED CAT (pic by @abrinsky)

I R DIGNIFIED CAT, says the Princess

Mmmmmmmm, lunch #oftheday

Saturday lunch in Leamington. Omnomnom.

goooooooooooold!

Sep. 17th, 2017 04:20 pm
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I strained my golden rod dye at lunchtime, and decided that there is so much of it I need to use some up, otherwise there will be a European golden rod lake in my freezer. Handily, I had a large-ish piece of silk noil in the 'prepared for dyeing' pile, so that went in the pot and

What a fabulous colour 💛💛💛 #goldenrod #naturaldyes #silknoil

OH MY! I am excited. I've added some cotton too, but that won't be as dramatic.

taking the (s)train

Sep. 17th, 2017 10:37 am
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Friday was my last day of dog walking duty. It was also abrinsky's day off, so the three of us went for a stroll through the autumn colours.

Autumn colours #oftheday #dogwalkingduty

After an early lunch I caught the train into Birmingham for a date with a friend. I had originally planned to Do Stuff and then meet her, but decided I was too tired and that actually spending time and money to see a friend is worth it and doesn't need a side-trip of justification. It was very much worth it. Two hours of chatting, coffee and hot chocolate was a lovely way to spend time.

Dreamworld through the train window

Sticking advertising over train windows is a particularly stupid idea. I had enjoyed simply staring out of the window on the way into Birmingham, but couldn't see anything on the way back. Grrr.
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OTW 10th Anniversary Chat


What things have you been excited to see in recent years, either regarding fandom or work in your genre(s)?

*Catherine R.
I really like fanfiction and its explosion on the internet. I think fanfic is a great way for people to learn the craft skills of writing. Many of my college students fall in love with writing that way: by reading fanfic and then starting to write it themselves. I always encourage them to go for it! I love the supportive structure it creates for imagination and fantasy to run wild. I think that realm is so important. Imagination lets us explore quandaries of desire and justice and truth and conflict: all the central problems of what it means to be human.

*Christina L.
It’s been incredibly exciting to see so many writers from our fandom specifically or fandom in general out there publishing books. Of course we all know the big ones—EL James, Cassie Clare—but there are others from the Twi world that had fantastic voices and ideas and who are now also bestsellers. Sally Thorne, Alice Clayton, Nina Bocci, Leisa Rayven, Mariana Zapata, Amanda Weaver—all of these women wrote fantastic fic.

Did you miss our chat with Christina Lauren & Catherine Roach? If so check out the transcript of their talk! https://goo.gl/8DR1PG
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TWC's issue 25 is out! Essay topics include book history, women's writing, Teen Wolf, World of Warcraft, Sherlock, cosplay, Lego, Harry Potter & more https://goo.gl/dN3m5a

a gift

Sep. 15th, 2017 11:29 am
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Small white dog #oftheday #dogwalkingduty

When I returned from walking the small, white dog, my across-the-road neighbour appeared with a gift for me. I'd asked him a couple of weeks ago if I could have his discarded Golden Rod when he cut it down this year, as it's a dye plant and I would love to experiment with it. Not only did he remember, but he bundled it very neatly, and presented it like an outsized bouquet. So, I spent the next hour sitting in the sun, stripping the leaves and flowers from the stalks and squashing them into dyepots. The smell was pleasant - reminiscent of green apples - and when it simmered it took on a slightly aromatic, eucalyptus tone. I left the pots (yes, pots, plural) to cool in the porch overnight and I need to decide what to do with them pretty quickly.

Gift #oftheday #goldenrod #dyeingday

I have some fabric that I could throw in and see what happens, or I could freeze the strained dye for a time when I'm better prepared. Or, given how much of it there is, I could probably do both. But not today as I'm off to Birmingham this afternoon to catch up with a friend.

__oOo__

Last week I discovered that being an irresponsible citizen can pay. We've received multiple 'threatening' letters about our out-of-control garden growing over the boundary onto the footpath, but although they cited dates by which we must take action, they didn't mentioned any dire consequences should we fail to act. I am an awkward sod, so any feelings I had been having about how I needed to regain control of the garden invariably evaporated on reading these letters. Then, last Friday some workmen turned up and cleared up all the growth on the council's side of the boundary.
Clearly the threat is, tidy up your garden or we'll come and do it for you, which as threats go...

__oOo__

I hate flossing, so I don't do it. This week my dentist advised me not to floss, advice which I'm taking very seriously. He confirmed that the risk of getting floss stuck between my crowded teeth is real, and also told me that the downward force of tugging at floss can pull out fillings (of which I have many). So, I've been doing the right thing all these years. Go me.

__oOo__

I forgot to credit [personal profile] catwalksalone with recommending the pink posture stand to me. (She didn't actually tell me to get the pink one.) She is a wise and helpful friend.

Yuuri/Victor fic recs, part two

Sep. 14th, 2017 08:58 pm
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I said last time that I wanted to do more first-time recs, which I almost completely fucked up. Sorry?

Repeat After Me - queenieofaces

Teen and Up, 5880 words. Victor and Yuuri aren’t speaking the same language. Lovely, lyrical examination of their relationship’s evolution from Victor’s POV.

Yuuri seems to communicate best through euphemism, through metaphor, through talking around the subject rather than approaching it head on, and so Victor tries his best to mimic him, to take his words and echo them back.  If Victor lets Yuuri set their pace, lets him choose how to frame the conversation, Yuuri stops shrinking away.  If Victor meets Yuuri where he is instead of bounding ahead and hoping he’ll catch up, Yuuri inches incrementally closer, closes the space between them.  So Victor lets Yuuri set the starting conditions (Yuuri is katsudon) and Victor will mirror that back to him with modification (Victor loves katsudon).  It’s a convoluted method of communication, especially given that neither of them are speaking their native languages, but after so long dashing ahead and looking back to see Yuuri running away, Victor will take anything that works.

Calligraphia - emilyenrose

Mature, 2924 words. Victor gets a tattoo. Yuuri gets publicly embarrassed. Funny and charming.

“You’re so cruel,” says Victor. “Of course I’m not skating in a wedding outfit. That’s for our wedding skate.”

“Wedding skate?” says Yuuri, and eyes Victor suspiciously. Unfortunately it is completely impossible to tell the difference between Victor’s joking grin and his I-am-deadly-serious grin. “Victor, are we doing a wedding skate?”

in the spaces between - sixpences

Teen and Up, 7237 words. Another beautiful story about languages, really nice domestic fluff featuring the whole Team Russia ensemble.

Victor speaks Russian with him at the rink too, unless it’s easier to get Yuuri to understand something in English or Japanese, and even when he’s tapping his foot in full, calculating coach mode it’s an education in Russian zoology. Yuuri is porosyonok when he flubs his third jump of the day, ribka when he struggles to articulate the changes he wants to make to his step sequence for the free skate, voronyonok as Victor buttons up his new black wool coat against the winter cold.

He laughs, though, when Yuuri asks him what kind of animal a kotletka is.

“Oh, a very fierce and dangerous one. Your mother hunts them down every week at Super Yuki and smothers them to death with egg and dashi.”

Yuuri tries to mitigate his blush with an eye roll. “Did you have to start calling me a katsudon in multiple languages?”

Immaculate Dream, Made Breath and Skin - RC_McLachlan

Explicit, 2875 words. Crazy-hot first-time PWP. Best tag: “Yuuri Katsuki: Craving Cock Since 2007.”

Almost half his life has been spent training for the day that Victor Nikiforov takes him to bed, so when it finally happens after the Grand Prix Final, Yuuri's prepared. More than prepared: he's ready. No one's ever touched him as a lover, sure, but there's nothing that he hasn't already dreamed about doing or having done to him to make anything that could happen a shock.

But he's said it before and he'll say it again: Victor lives to surprise him.

Three Sheets to the Wind - mousapelli

Explicit, 9086 words. Three times Yuuri and Victor had sex. Hot and funny and adorable.

"You're gorgeous," Victor said, making Yuuri squirm even harder. Victor laid two fingers against Yuuri's collarbone and dragged them slowly, slowly down to his stomach. "All mine. My delicious katsudon."

"Stop bringing that up," Yuuri huffed. "You're the idiot asking me about eros when you knew I'd never had a…" Yuuri hesitated. He'd never had an anything.

"Boyfriend," Victor finished. "Well, you've got a boyfriend now, haven't you? We can talk more about your eros now, if you want."

Go, enjoy, and comment!

Fic: Wet Ink

Sep. 13th, 2017 10:49 pm
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Second Yuri on Ice fic: Wet Ink, Yuri/JJ, 4584, probably more "mature" than "explicit" but who the hell knows.

Fic: Tiger Balm (Yuri on Ice)

Sep. 13th, 2017 02:24 pm
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I kind of can't believe it, but I wrote fic again, and it's anime fic, and it's porn, and who even AM I anymore, really:

Tiger Balm

Yuri on Ice, Yuri Plisetsky/Otabek Altin, 7451 words, Explicit. It wasn't the first time he'd been horny after a competition. He was fifteen, he was horny all the time.

Yuri gets a world record, a gold medal, and laid. He’d had no idea having a friend could be this much fun.