ok so i've been watching lots of mukbang compilations recently and this has been haunting me for months: yuuri and viktor trying to cook and eat spicy noodles as guests on a popular media channel.
but like, they aren't even trying to be quiet, especially viktor. they talk a lot, there's a bit of casual chaos going on, they are laughing and getting interviewed while they are cooking the noodles. they're just about to eat when yuuri realises something is wrong. the noodles are as white as his husband's buttcheeks.
he pauses, trying to process what just happened because those noodles look nasty and turns to his husband. viktor is looking at the camera like a kid got caught while stealing cookies.
"viktor?"
"hm?"
"did you do something?"
"nooo."
"viktor."
only then viktor takes out packages of spicy sauce from god knows where he's been hiding them.
"i was so scared that you're going to put so much spice in them and-" he stops talking because yuuri is laughing so hard. he starts to laugh too with the adrenaline of getting caught.
"i wouldn't put so much in yours if you told me."
"i know."
"you are ridiculous."
"i know."
yuuri pours the spicy sauce in his noodles while still laughing about viktor's antics, viktor screams when his husband moves to pour some sauce in his noodles. in the end, they sit and eat their noodles.
(there are more than thousand tweets about viktor's white ass noodles and his zero spice tolerance. yuuri is reminded once again that he's married a white man that cries and runs to the bathroom whenever he eats a little spice.)
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HLVRAI fandom try not to kill an already small/dying fanbase challenge failed.
I've never written a fanfic in my life and here I am working on two (2)!!!!! frenrey ones. Trying to do my absolute best with writing all characters involved and I keep seeing posts just absolutely shitting on people who "mischaracterize" the characters in fanfics/fanart by doing "x, y, z, etc." with a lot of people agreeing and complaining about it and like...I don't even want to write anymore bc y'all just suck the fun and joy out of it.
Not to mention the amount of toxic posts about how if you "do/don't draw a HLVRAI character x, y, z way then it's wrong and blah blah blah". Got me fucked up and making me confirm that the decision to never post any of my art (bc I know it's not great but I'm trying my best just like everyone else here is!!!!), is the right way to go.
This fandom is barely alive as it is and y'all have the gall to go and shit on content creators for not doing it "correctly" or 100% accurate to the source videos??? Take a minute to think about how maybe the creator is new to writing/drawing for the fandom or that the way they do something is to make THEMSELVES happy and they want to share it with the rest of the fandom in hopes that someone else will like it too?
The bad lot of you never fucking learned the basic rule of "if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all" or to idk...have some common decency?
Maybe just ignore or block something you don't like and go about your day like a normal adult?? Crazy concept I know but it works and you guys should try it sometime instead of hating on people who are literally providing free content and taking time out of their life to produce it bc its fun and makes them happy.
I'd say I'm sorry for the rant but I'm not. Some of you need a reality check about learning how to treat others even if you don't agree with the way they do something, or just need to learn to grow up and ignore shit you don't like. It's not hard at all and it'll make your life so much better I promise.
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As for the good part of the HLVRAI fandom, I give you all a little smooch on ur forehead and tell u I'm proud of you all for doing what u guys do 💙
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the two different "william" envelopes in redding weddy, no pun intended, haunt me. because. I don't know that much about tv production, I don't know how reasonable it is to have a copy of a prop like that. I mean it makes sense but idk. with how meticulously everything is placed and emphasized in cap's flashbacks though it just seems... clumsy. to have the two versions be that recognizably different. I guess maybe the extra bulk of the buried one might be a lighting thing? but the writing is different. and the letter is like. pretty fucking important to the episode so it just seems like with something that delicate it would be important to make them look the same. if it's supposed to be the same letter.
and if it's not the same letter? then I don't know what to fucking do with myself. because the episode after is the thomas thorne affair, which very specifically highlights the way bias can affect a story and includes a fateful series of swapped and forged letters. it seems like a WILD overlap in the direct next episode to not be meaningful. because then if they are different letters, how much is cap lying about. he's not a good liar, see "just a couple of chaps in the library" and "barry- barry? yes, barry" but he can be conniving when he needs to be, see him tricking kitty into telling alison about the basement. so if the letter he tucks into his jacket before havers leaves and the one he buries with the mine are DIFFERENT. what the fuck are in either of them. it makes sense that the blueprints would be buried with the mine, keep it classified. but who the fuck knows. was it actually called operation william? why? did it stand for something? it feels like a breach of confidentiality if its either his or havers' name, but I guess maybe william is a common enough name to be acceptable.
but where is the other letter then. still in cap's jacket? IS IT STILL THERE? that would track with the thorne affair parallels. what's in that one? the way he looked at it longingly and then as soon as havers came in said "ah I was just thinking about you" points to the letter being related to havers somehow at the very least. I don't KNOW guys I don't KNOW. it's driving me crazy. and the fact that peter sandys-clarke is in season 5 makes me even crazier. is he even playing havers do we know. this group of creators is known for playing multiple roles. I need to take a nap.
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for the madeup fic game, idk why my brain immediately thought of the words "banana bread" but here i am with the title "banana bread" if you can think of anything 😂
hello my pretty rae! happy tuesday <3
for banana bread, i'm thinking of a light-hearted crack fic where bokuto is cursed at birth to drop any and all foods that he compliments after the first bite.
it started when he was a kid, just a little guy at the park chomping down on some ice cream on a hot summer's day. he's saved up enough to try a new flavour—today's treat is strawberry ice cream encased in a thin layer of mochi. "yum," he mutters to himself after the first bite: a small, tentative one, where he rolls the flavour about on his tongue afterwards. when he goes in for a second, bigger bite, he drops his ice cream.
fuck.
bokuto swears by his dad's toast. it somehow tastes better, though it's just toast? the outside is a stunning golden brown, the balance between the crunchy crust and the pillowy insides is perfect, and the little pad of butter his dad slides on top the hot toast is just the right amount—enough to coat the entire surface of his breakfast without getting it soggy and greasy.
"it's just toast, but it's awesome every single time, pa," he once said through a generous mouthful of said toast, before his fingers twitch and his breakfast goes barrelling towards the floor.
gravity 1, bokuto 0.
(screw this shit, he hates it here.)
he's mindful of his compliments to the chef now. pizza, beef rice bowls, cold soba in the summer and hot oden in the winter: whatever he's eating, bokuto's careful to express his appreciation for the food only after he's had at least half of it.
until he met you.
the humble bakery down the street serving the freshest pastries has been the fruit of your labour for the past five years. lemon pound cake, pain au chocolat, darling little vanilla cupcakes and giant chocolate chip cookies—your menu is sure to satisfy anyone with a sweet tooth. your best seller, however, is your banana bread: the caramelised exterior and fluffy interior, in addition to the overpowering smell that wafts through the street every morning, had people queueing up long before your bakery opens.
bokuto is no exception.
he's almost in tears when he tries your banana bread for the first time, teeth sinking into the crispy crust to find the soft sponge underneath and a satisfied hum already brewing in the back of his throat.
before he can help himself, he speaks, "this is the best banana bread i've ever had."
shitshitshit, he shouldn't have said that.
bokuto cringes, awaiting the familiar numbness to take over his fingers, awaiting the dreaded fall of the delicious banana bread from his hand...
...but it never comes.
when he opens his eyes, he's puzzled to find the golden-brown square still intact between his thumb and index finger. huh, that's weird.
"this banana bread is— it's, um. amazing. delicious. wonderfully tasty," he tries, eyes fixated on the dessert. he even takes another bite for good measure, nibbling at the corner where a bit of caramelised crust has formed. he starts rambling when nothing happens. "this banana bread is lovely. i'd eat it everyday, for breakfast and lunch and dinner. maybe even supper, but my trainer says i shouldn't eat too late or i'll mess up my circular rhythm. my circulator rhythm? what's the damn word— anyways, this is good. like, great good."
nothing happens. his little slice of banana bread, now down to a piece the size of his thumb, sits unharmed in his hands.
a grin breaks across his face, lighting up the room almost immediately. "holy shit!"
"holy shit is right, sir." you slide into the seat opposite his, armed with another slice of banana bread on a plate. your smile mirrors his, amusement decorating your pretty features, and bokuto feels his heart rate pick up even more—something he didn't know was possible.
"i'm glad you like my banana bread. it's our bestseller, and you probably know that, but nobody's really complimented it the way you have." you laugh good-naturedly, sliding the plate across the table. bokuto's eyes flick from your face to the bread and back, heart soaring.
"well, i hope you know i was telling the truth," he starts, almost shyly. "would you, um, like to share this piece?"
send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it!
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