The first thing Yuuri perceives is an insistent pulling deep in his gut. It’s not quite pain, but it’s not exactly pleasant, like a finger tugging at his navel. The first thing he sees when he opens his eyes is the ribbon, floating out from his chest and disappearing into the blackness.
He puts his hand over his heart quickly to keep the ribbon inside. Although he’s not sure how it got there, the touch of it against his hand feels like his mother’s cooking, sitting snug in the warmth of the kotatsu with Vicchan, or lying in the grass with Yuuko, watching the cherry blossoms fall. In the enveloping darkness, the red ribbon seems to glow. The tugging stops. He wraps his free hand around the ribbon, and cautiously tugs back twice.
The ribbon begins pulling him forward into the void, but he’s not frightened, not worried, just mildly curious.
The smooth glide of the ribbon’s lure reminds him of playing at the rink as a kid, when bigger skaters might tow him around the rink, his little hands clutching tightly to the sleeve of a spare jacket. He can even feel the slip of the blades beneath him, cutting through the ice.
The air around him brightens gradually, stars bursting into life in the blackness; the ribbon’s path is illuminated in the swirl of distant galaxies. Beneath his feet, the ice is mirror flawless, reflecting every pinpoint of the stars and planets in perfect symmetry. It stretches unbroken on every side, with no horizon visible, no edge, like skating through a placid ocean of night.
A single beam of light lies straight ahead at the end of his ribbon, and Yuuri feels his heart surge when he sees it. Eagerly, he propels himself forward, no longer simply pulled along by the threads of his heart.
Though there’s no wind here, his hair whips as he picks up speed, the stars blurring to streaks of light all around him. In the distance, the figure of light remains a beacon, pulling him in, closer, faster, not fast enough.
Too fast. The light is approaching too quickly. Yuuri can feel the warmth of it on his skin like the rays of a winter sun, and still his advance isn’t slowing. He bends his knees, trying to brake, but catches on emptiness, the feeling of his blades dissolving until there is no ice, no friction, only air.
He knows he can’t stop his collide with the figure ahead, but it shows no signs of recognition or response.
“Look out!” Yuuri cries. He has no fear for himself, only a paralyzing terror fizzing through his limbs at the thought of breaking his beacon. He wants to protect the shining figure, even if it means shattering himself.
The beacon resolves, turning. Victor Nikiforov stares back at Yuuri, his eyes blown wide, with Yuuri’s red ribbon wound tightly around his fist.
When Yuuri jerks awake, his palm is still flat over his heart.
This beautiful man right here has just made history yoi by winning the first Olympic medal in figure skating for Spain.
But let me just talk some more because we don’t deserve this man.
Spain does not have an ice-skating tradition, and therefore it’s very difficult to train (and for figure skating figures to appear). So, yeah, basically dreamer against all odds
Picture it, a Spanish boy which wants to skate (WhAt?!), family must be like: okay, just a few years and the kid will forget.
How about NO
Damn the boy is good, but if he wants to get better he has to go somewhere else because we don’t have ice ranks here.
He goes to freaking Canada and spends most of his life there, which you would imagine, is awfully hard because, hello? family and friends maybe 12h away???
In fact in an interview he said: “Es un deporte que desgasta mucho físicamente y en mi caso también el estar fuera de casa y alejado de los míos es un aspecto que con el paso de los años hay que tener en cuenta”
“(Ice-skating) is a sport which wears you away physically, and in my case, being far from home and away from my family is an aspect which -with the years- should be taken into account too”
(I love him please send him home)
Also, he’s 27, which as many of you know is ‘old’ for figure skating as the damage their bodies suffer is so brutal that someone in their twenties is considered old.
This is one of the reasons as to why he was so eager to win the medal, because, unlike other skaters, it may be his last chance to do so
(look at my boy, aggressively spanish)
It’s not his first time at the Olympics, in 2014 he was left at the doors of the podium (4th place) because he failed a triple Salchow, which he has said has been in his conscience ever since.
And last but not least, you know this boy angel my son right?
Double Gold medal, Yuzuru Hanyu
Well, Yuzuru and Javi train together in Canada and have become best friends (Javi calls Yuzuru his skating wife)
Javier has said the following:
“With Yuzu, we are everything, we are friends, we are teammates, at some point we have to be rivals. (…) When we are on the ice we are competing against each other but when the competition is done, we are friends again and we work together again.”
In fact, Yuzuru said this after having won:
“Without Javi I wouldn’t have gone to Canada, I wouldn’t have been able to endure the hardships of training either”
AND JUST LOOK AT THEM, THEY HAVE SUCH A HEALTHY AND BEAUTIFUL RELATIONSHIP
anyway jeff bezos could eradicate homelessness. he could literally give each homeless person 100k and it would only take less than .5% of his entire wealth. what the actual god giving fuck
Why do you think they deserve it
Thanos: I have found all the Infinity Stones! Nothing will stop me now!
Shuri: True…but that’s nothing compared to updog.
Thanos: Huh?
T’Challa: No…don’t do it.
Peter Parker: Yeah, Shuri’s right! Those stones are powerful but updog is way cooler!
Clint: Oh my god, NO!
Thanos: What is going on?!
Shuri: I’m telling you, if you really want to conquer the world, you need updog!
Thanos: …what is updog?
Peter and Shuri: (bursts out laughing while giving each other high fives)
T’Challa, Clint, and the other Avengers/Guardians: UGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH
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