dead chicken jokes are old and unfunny now, pls drop it. don’t send me any more asks about it. it was funny at first to joke about shoma having no fashion sense but it’s gotten to the point where there’s more focus on his costumes than his skating. i honestly don’t care what he wears at worlds, i just want him to skate well. i don’t agree with all his decisions but at least i can recognize he’s his own person and can make his own decisions.
also this twitter thread sums up my feelings about the skating fandom’s recent tendency to treat shoma like a little kid. it’s a good read and i recommend it for everyone. i have personally called myself his “mom” before and i think this has exacerbated the problem, and i will try to avoid this kind of vocabulary in the future. in my case, i feel protective of him because i have literally watched him since he was 12, and have followed his journey for the past 6 years. i am also some years older than him. it may be hard sometimes for me to believe he’s grown up, but the fact is that he is 19 now, a legal adult in most of the world, and should be treated as such. the fact that he looks young is no excuse to still talk about him like he’s 10 (and tbh, even if he WERE 10, that’s still no excuse to be creepy). basically just…stop infantilizing shoma. watch how you speak. remember skaters are actual people and not a collection of tropes to blow out of proportion.
this has been a PSA
ETA: i feel like i need to clarify this, it’s not that calling shoma or other skaters a “bb” or “my child” is terrible on its own, but especially in shoma’s case it feeds into this perception of him as an actual child who doesn’t know what he’s doing and can’t make his own decisions. calling him “smol” and focusing on his height also feeds into it. take the costume thing for example, i thought loco 2 was ugly to the point it was distracting from his program, and since there was a feedback option on his website i decided to send him a polite message to consider keeping the old costume. somehow “dead chicken” got blown so out of proportion that as late as last week i was deleting asks about it from my inbox. like half the periscope comments on shoma’s CDP videos were about his damn costumes. the joke turned from “lol shoma has no fashion sense” to “LOL SHOMA IS DUMB AND CAN’T MAKE DECISIONS”. there’s been a rather alarming shift from appreciating shoma as both a dedicated athlete and dorky guy off-ice to simply talking about him as a “smol confused child”. i’ve seen tweets and posts that go way too far.
i am guilty of starting some of this/unintentionally making it worse. but i feel like this kind of behavior is starting to cross the line and i’m tired of seeing it for the past few months. i am not accusing everyone, i would just like people to examine what they say and do. i will examine and check my own words as well. it should not be that hard to know when you’re just being affectionate and when you cross the line into creepy and offensive.
and ftr, none of us actually know shoma. we don’t get to see inside his head or know what happens in his day-to-day training or why exactly he makes the decisions he does. we can speculate all we want but the fact is that we don’t know him and all we can really see of his personality is from interviews. he can indeed be spacey and a little weird. he’s also extremely mature and self-aware when it comes to many things, including his skating. it’d be really nice if we could focus on the latter point, as well.
You bolted upright in bed. What the fuck was that?
You grabbed your phone seeing that it was 2:30am.
What the hell was that noise? Oh god, a demon was coming to possess your body and eat your soul wasn’t it? This is how you were going to die.
You crept out of bed and to your bedroom door, pressing your ear to the wood.
Yep. Definitely a demon.
What to do, what to do!?
Think Y/N, think. Rock salt…. You needed rock salt. You’d watched enough Supernatural to know that rock salt solved nearly all problems, although you were mainly perving on Cas and the Winchesters.
Salt was in the kitchen though. And did that even work on demons, or was it just ghosts?
One way to find out.
But how to get the salt?
Call Spencer. It was the only answer. He worked for FBI, maybe he’d had some dealings with those X Files he tried so hard to convince you didn’t exist. And being your best friend, he had a key to your apartment.
He could save you….. Or at least if you did get possessed, he was that smart he’d be bound to know how to reverse it.
You climbed back onto your bed, making sure you took a big step so that nothing could grab you from underneath it. Making sure you were sitting directly in the middle, you dialed your friend.
He answered in the third ring, sounding groggy.
“Y/N it’s nearly three in the morning….. ” His voice was rough with sleep.
“I wouldn’t call unless it was an emergency. I need you to come over. Now! And I need you to bring rock salt, holy water, and a copy of the Rituale Romanum wouldn’t hurt either.”
“What the hell on you on Y/N?” Spencer was definitely awake now.
“There’s a demon in my apartment and it’s going to possess me. Does the FBI have a priest on its books?”
“Does this have anything to do with the fact that you made me sit through all of the Paranormal Activity movies this evening?” You could hear the amusement in his voice.
“NO! I heard a bang and I can hear it scratching at my door…. It’s coming to kill me Spencer. Do you want it to? Do you want your best friend to end up dead? Or worse, possessed and trying to kill you?”
“I’ll be over in five….. Try to stay unpossessed until then, okay,” he sighed, knowing that you wouldn’t shut up until he came over.
“I’ll try, I sense it’s strong though. I’m not sure I can hold it off. It sounds like it’s trying to get into the bedroom. Bring the salt. And hurry!!”
“Salt, right…. Okay.” He released the call, and you sat hugging your knees.
It definitely didn’t have anything to do with the movies… Nothing at all.
As if YOU’D let a couple of horror movies scare you. I mean, sure… You’d squealed a few times, and alright… You may have averted your eyes during certain scenes. But films didn’t scare you.
OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. YOU WERE GOING TO DIE.
Spencer lived two floors up from you, you’d met him on moving in day having spilled a box of dvds right at his feet. Seeing your Doctor Who boxset he’d grinned and you two had become fast friends. He was your most favorite person in the world now, although it sucked that his job took him away a lot.
He’d protect you, he had a gun after all. Although, what good a gun would be against an evil entity, you didn’t know.
You heard your apartment door unlocking a few minutes later.
YASS! Cavalry was here. Hopefully the demon wouldn’t kill Spencer first…. If he’d bought the salt and the holy water though like you’d told him, he’d be good.
“Y/N??” he called out and you heard him flicking your lights on.
“Bedroom! Can you see it…. Has it left foot prints like in the movie….? Have you chucked the holy water at it?”
He was laughing and you could hear him talking quietly.
“Y/N, I don’t think it would appreciate having water chucked on it. Come out of your bedroom. Now please.”
Was he mental?
“Not until you’ve made the demon go away. Don’t you need to exorcise it, I can’t you reading out loud. Aren’t you meant to be reading Latin?”
“I’ve got the demon under control, I promise. Now come out.”
You hopped off your bed, again jumping so that nothing could grab you… Maybe it had snuck in somehow.
You pulled open your bedroom door to see your best friend stood in his pajama pants and an old Star Wars t-shirt, his hair all over the place.
In his arms, was Sergio.
The cat you were looking after for three weeks for his colleague Emily, whilst she was out of town.
The cat you’d completely forgotten was staying with you.
“Do you think this could be your demon? His scratching post is right by your bedroom door.” He was stroking the kitty, scratching him right between his ears. Sergio was purring contently.
“Ready to admit that the films bothered you more than you let on…. I could see you hiding behind the cushion at some parts.”
“Go back to bed Y/N. There’s no demon. It’s just Sergio. Breakfast tomorrow is on you now, okay.”
“Erm… Okay. Sorry. Stupid cat, scaring me.”
You felt silly. And foolish. You turned to go back into your bedroom, stopping before you walked through the doors.
“Spence…. Now that you’re here. Maybe it did freak me out. Just a teeny tiny bit.”
“You want me to stay don’t you? Is it going to be like this everytime you watch a scary movie.” He didn’t sound annoyed luckily, just amused.
“Yes….. And no, it won’t. I promise.”
“Fine…. I’ll stay. And you said that after we watched The Strangers. Do you still sleep with that hammer under your pillow?”
“No……” You’d moved it to your beside drawer when he’d found it. It was just in case!
You led the way back to your room and climbed into bed, Spencer locking up and flicking off lights as he went before joining you.
Lifting up the pillow before he settled down, you laughed at him.
“See, no hammer,” you told him.
“It’s probably in your drawer. I know you too well.”
He really did.
You scooted down under the covers, rolling on to you side.
“Spoon me please,” you demanded.
“Again…..” he sighed, although you knew he didn’t mind really. He’d told you before that he was a sucker for bedtime cuddles.
He rolled onto his side and draped his arm around you, he knees bending into the space behind yours.
“Have you cancelled the priest?” you asked him suddenly.
Pidge was in the library researching for her robotics homework. After what felt like hours, she went back to the isle again to look for another book source.
Pidge: *hand under her chin* Hmmmm. *muttering to herself* Mr. Wayne said something about geometric nonlinear control. Lotor: Might I recommend “Robot Modeling and Control” by Mark W. Spong and co? It’s really helpful. Pidge: *jolts* *looks back and sees a guy* Dude! What the hell? Lotor: *hands in the air* Apologies. Didn’t mean to be a creep. *chuckles softly* But seriously though. Get that book. *gets the book himself and hands it to Pidge* Pidge: Thanks, man. *smiles* *squints at Lotor* Aren’t you in my Robotics class? With Mr. Wayne? Lotor: Yeah, I am. I sit in the front row, so I might have not noticed you or something. With that, I apologize. Pidge: *smirks* Dude, relax. I like to blend in myself. That long white hair or yours is just really hard to ignore. Lotor: Ah, yes. Does it make me stand out too much? Pidge: Well, yeah. But you’re rocking it. Looks great on you. *thumbs up* Lotor: *smiles* Thanks, that really sounds genuine for some reason. Pidge: It is. I get the feeling people don’t usually… ? Lotor: People usually give me compliments cause they want to get in my pants and i’m like… *scrunches nose* *whispers* Not really my thing to be honest. Pidge: *beams* Are you… *hopeful* ace? Lotor: *blinks in surprise* I am. A repulsed one actually. *slowly smiles* Pidge: Eyyy! Me too! *fists bumps* Pidge. Lotor: *fist bumps* Lotor. Pidge: Awesome. Wanna work on Mr. Wayne’s assigned work? Lotor: *sheepish* I’m actually done with it this morning. I had free period. Pidge: *bumps Lotor’s arm* GET OUT. Now you’re obliged to help me. Lotor: *chuckles* Sure. I don’t mind.
Then Pidge quickly texted her Daddy Keith and Daddy Shiro.
Pidge Shirogane [04:02PM] I found someone who’s ace, too!!!
Daddy Keith (ಠ_ಠ) ♥
[04:04PM] That’s amazing, sweetheart. I’m happy for you. :)
(*´◡`) ♥ [04:04PM] WHO IS IT? IS IT A BOY? Reply ASAP, PIDGE.
Lance’s partner…. hmmmmmm. SOON. HAHAHHAHA I’m not sure yet who he ended up marrying. Give me more time to think about that. XD
(the one that most recently confronted u about homosexuality... probably). I promise this is the last time. This is directed at those who commented about what I said, I thought u were very civil in the situation lulu, and I thank u for that. To those who commented that I was a hater, I was not, I was actually trying to not hate believe it or not. For those who said that I was homophobic, I am not, the tumblr 101keys has a post that defines homophobia, and finally, I am not picking a fight, bye..
Let’s analyse what you just said okay?
“For those who said that I was homophobic, I am not
homophobic, I am not
hmmmm not homophobic? Let’s read again that message you sent to me that one time :
“homosexuality is not natural or right” So you think homosexuality is wrong. But let’s assume that doesn’t make you an homophobic person…. I mean, we all have our own opinions right?
You could just have kept it to yourself and let people like me be gay in peace. But no, you ‘care’ and ‘only want to help me’.
Help me of what? To realize that what I didn’t have a choice in, that my entire life, and that what makes me happy is wrong and isn’t the way other people think it should be?
But don’t you think I know that already? Every freaking day I see and hear reminders that there are people out there who think we are sick, who think we should not exist, who think we are a threat to their kids and we should not have the same rights as ‘normal people’! I mean look at what is happening in
Chechnya right now because of people like you !
And guess what? It eats at me, cause yeah when you live in a world who think you’re not a good person well you start considering that maybe you are. And I try my hardest to be happy as I am.
I love my girlfriend as much as someone can love another person and I don’t think there’s anything more natural .
Life is hard enough already as it is for some person like you with only ‘good attentions’ to tell me that what I am is wrong.
You’re homophobic, gives this some thought and leave me alone.
I wasn’t able to do anything with the skaters or the cop. April just says that they were in trouble and that skating is prohibited in Newport. CLEARLY THIS WARRANTS THE UZI* IN THE FACE.
We also had a dropped bit of background as April theorizes on backpackers vising Australia, India, or “the near-Earth colonies” rather than Newport. SPACE TRAVEL AND COLONIZATION I SEE INTERESTING INTERESTING
Also interesting is that there’s a candy jar in this cafe AND I’M GONNA GET AS MUCH AS THE GAME WILL ALLOW
* That may not have been an uzi I don’t fucking know guns.
About a week after Stan’s and Ford’s rather abrupt disappearance, Dipper and Mabel were still tamping a circle into the carpet of their living room in Piedmont.
“Grunkle Stan wouldn’t just take Grunkle Ford and leave the hospital like that,” Dipper muttered. “Not when he took him there to get help. There has to be another reason why!”
“But we’ve thought of almost everything!” Mabel argued. “I mean, there was nothing wrong with the hospital room – we saw it!”
“Yeah, and it didn’t look like there was a struggle or anything.” Dipper’s frown deepened as he rubbed at his chin in thought. “There’s got to be some piece of the puzzle we’re missing. Something that caused them both to disappear without making it look like they were getting hurt or anything like that.”
“Ya mean like an alien lady opened a portal and we walked through it?”