2014 :))

(Hi lads, I’m still here, sorry for the lack of activity. This is the whole, Raph spending some time with his newborn thing that was requested a while ago. I have more recently gotten a similar request, but it’s slightly different so they will be two see pared do-hicks… So enjoy! )

Raphael had never been scared of anything the way he was scared of the baby high chair now.

Maybe some context was important because one can just go off citing the big, bara turtle as being frightened by a typical household object; found in the home of any baby bearing family. It wasn’t the furniture itself that gave Red the fear. After all, it was a lifeless object. It was rather, the task is presented him with.

Trying to feed his daughter.

Still very small, only a few weeks old, Raph was the paragon of cautious as he cradled her in his big arms. Really, he could hold her in just one hand, he dwarfed her several hundred- If not thousand times over. Yet, he insisted on using the two, just to be safe. She meant the world to him. And he was always so worried him, being so big and clumsy might hurt her.

After all, baby’s were babies. Soft, fragile, delicate. Things that Raph tended to break. Just the thought of that gave him chills. And, mortality aside, she was used to her mother. Her gentle touch and caring arms, not his scales and bulky hands. Raph was always so hesitant to hold her, in fact, truth be told- This was his first time alone with her.

Carefully settling the little one into the high chair, strapping her in, he weighed the fresh, warm bottle in the other hand. While his little one was half reptilian, she was still half mammal and, as such, required milk.

Slowly he raised the rubber teet to her cute lips. She pouted against the bottle and seemed to mouth it a little but never fully latching on. This went on for several minutes until-

“ You know, it’d be easier if you held her. ”

Raph jumped, startled by Donnie, almost seeming to teleport behind him; causing him to loose grip on the bottle and clumsily scrabble for it. Gratefully, he managed to grab it.

“ Don! What the shell? Get outta here, I’m tryinna feed her, ” He grunted at his brother, who watched him, amused.

“ And I’m trying to help you get that done before she starves. She’s not used to drinking sitting up. Think about it, she’s been breastfed mostly and when she hasn’t been, she’s still been lying down. You need to hold her like her mom would, ” The genius of the brothers suggested, as Raph slowly glanced back to his daughter; slouched in her high chair, looking bored, her little face scrunched up.

Come to think of it, Donnie was right, Raph realised. His mate always fed their little one with her lying down. But, for her to be lying down, he’d have to hold her. Something Raph wasn’t entirely comfortable with, especially since he’d have to use one hand only, the other supporting the bottle.

“ Ye sure? Maybe she’ll get used to it, ” He grumbled. Don chuckled, patting his brother’s shell in a ‘good luck’ before retreating to his lab.

Raph sighed, taking a moment to mentally prepare for this. Scooping his baby from the chair, he carefully shuffled over to the couch, making sure to support her head. After sitting down, he positioned her so her little head rested in the crook of his elbow.

Looking down at her, daddy turtle smiled as the baby gurgled and churred happily. A trait, a sound, a language they’d inherited from him.

Letting out a shaky sigh, Raph made sure she was secure before removing one hand and lifting her bottle to her lips. Once again, she licked over it for a few minutes. However, this time, soon she found her grip and began to suckle. Such a little tummy was quick to have its full.

Setting the bottle aside, Raph daintily lifted her against her shoulder, pressing one large hand against her back, rubbing with only one finger she was so small, in order to wind her. With a satisfying little burp, that made him chuckle, he lowered her back to lie. Snuggled up to daddy, it was mere moments before the baby had drifted off to sleep.

And Raph, while feeling incredibly stressed out, tense and terrified for the future… Felt just a little more confident.

And his wife? Would be sure to share the touching moment with their daughter later in life, given she’d captured it all on her phone from the comfort of the doorway.

[008] Hanyu, Y.

“I was very nervous out there. I’m so, so, sorry. The Olympics sure is something else.”

–Yuzuru HANYU, Sochi 2014, the very first words he uttered to the Japanese media after the flower ceremony

…you’d think the kid missed the podium by a mile, if you didn’t know the result and just tuned in. 

He was interviewed by the Russian media before it was the Japanese one’s turn and they asked him something along the lines of whether he thinks he deserved to win. The video I saw cut straight to the Japanese media’s turn right before we get to hear his answer. I would’ve loved to know what he answered, since the question was a pretty interesting, albeit incredibly loaded, one.

Poor kid. I can’t imagine what it’s like to have put your heart and soul out there, only to be made to feel guilty about being rewarded for it. The Japanese media at least, were kind and understanding about it, so I guess at least there’s that. Ultimately though, that flawed FS performance was one of the biggest factors that contributed towards all his jaw-dropping achievements after. So, as far as I’m concerned, his Olympic win was one of the best ones ever, even if it’s the least of all his achievements, of which we are still counting.

People will generally come to see that he is a different breed of champion in hindsight, while his fans are the people who have come to realize that he is different breed of human altogether.