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
First impression- she’s a quiet, reserved, sneaky little badass lady. She is My Type.
Impression now- Will die for Inej Ghafa without a second thought (but then again who wouldn’t?)
Favourite moment- HMMMM “I am not sorry , she realized. She had chosen
to live freely as a killer rather than die quietly as a slave, and she could
not regret that.” T H I S B I T. How #iconic. I could meta on this, probably, and say many things about complex characters but…Not today.
Idea for a story- ohh hmm. I mean….If it was one day decided to give her a spin-off where we see her hunting slavers like, I am down for this, so down. But also maybe when she’s older having a little place in Ketterdam or wherever she settles and she takes in young girls who have been orphaned or abandoned or enslaved and teaches them - acrobatics, ostensibly, but also a fair amount of self-defence as well, her little acrobats are surprisingly very good with knives…
Unpopular opinion- I don’t think I have one?? But I don’t really know this fandom well enough to know what is unpopular or not, sorry!!
Favourite relationship- I am garbage for Kaz/Inej. Everybody knows this.
Favourite headcanon- Pulled from absolutely nowhere and based on absolutely nothing at all - she has a lovely singing voice but very, very few ever hear it (she mostly sings softly to herself when she thinks she’s alone - and it’s nearly impossible to sneak up on her so. It’s a very, very rare sound to hear)
Birthday - EF - Nadou Youssef / Rina Rajpal Wed, May 31 … and our wishes go out to our dearest Ef Nadou and Rina .. wish you all happiness !
A splash of the cold aqua .. a widening of the ocular .. swift and composite visits to the other platforms and back to our home .. The BLOG
At times I wonder if I would be capable of writing or composing a tale of say 500 pages or several multi thousand words .. a just desire .. a thought among many thoughts .. and then .. smash ! …
Its gone .. the desire the will the all .. all gone .. to come back again .. doubtful .. its like so many other thoughts that plague the mind in an instant and then rapidly disappear .. never to be brought to thought again ..
Hmmmm .. the word ‘thought’ has entered the writing quite a few times .. wonder .. !!
Thought .. I thought of declaring a war on my desk and my room, to a clean up exercise, but did not .. or rather could not .. but do I must .. it shall clear the mind as well .. a clearance much desired and needed ..
The visits to the other 2 platforms is now a ride into the artistic world of our own Ef and their immaculate attempts at how to paint form another picture with the picture they already have .. and the artistry that accompanies it is simply remarkable .. I do hope this stays, for t gives me sufficient material to attach it to many of my comments, in general ..
And so yes .. QUIT .. !! quit the habit of smoking .. it is injurious to health .. aarrggh .. sounding like those adverts that come before the screening of any film …
But look what I found ..
These are the generous inputs of dear Ef on the podium of the Twitter brigade .. and one that I have no recollection or documentation of .. this is most positively the stage performance of the recitation of my Father’s works, in Paris at the Theatre des Champs Élysees and the most generous meeting with the Ef that came from different parts of the World for this union .. there has been no record of that evening .. one that was most historic for me .. the prestigious location .. the recitation of my Father’s works and the enthusiastic reception of it among the audience .. never ever expected that in the city of Paris, there would be an audience for Hindi poetry …!!
An unforgettable event .. particularly, the rain of roses on the floor of the stage by the audience after the performance was over to the strains of ‘Madhushala’..
Yes it is time to revisit that evening and the event and perhaps to design another and many other in other locations and cities .. to relive the beauty of the written poetic word .. to live and dream the world of rhythm and rhyme .. of the visions of elevated philosophy .. of life and love and longing and fact .. far removed from the realities of everyday existence .. of the mundanity of our thoughts .. to enliven them with the beauty of untold sentiment .. to draw out to us another picture, another world filled with the melody of our breathing life !
Moral responsibility .. social causes .. remain the prime movers of the time .. they are necessary as well .. their worth for us as a nation and a people is most needed .. and hence I join another campaign for the thrust to eradicate open defecation in cities in villages in towns everywhere ..
The campaign is called ‘Darwaaza Bandh’ .. shut the door ! and at its launch this evening there is appreciation of my contribution ..
A few moments spent with the Chief Minister of Maharashtra, Shri Devendra Fadnavis ..
There is undoubtedly great satisfaction for being involved in the initiative .. but even more to see feel and hear the efforts made by those that work towards it ..
They are the true winners ..
My Father wrote these words in one of his works .. as an introduction to him as a person :
‘Mitti ka tan … Masti ka mann … kshan bhar jeevan …mera parichay’
“मिटटी का तन मस्ती का मन क्षण भर जीवन मेरा परिचय”~
a body of mud of the earth ; the exuberance of an elated mind ; a life of a moment ; that be my introduction
Sudhir , our Ef of elated mind, coined a few words keeping the sentiment of the words of my Father, but translating it to the Swachh Bharat Campaign, initiated by the Prime Minister Narendra Modi ..
स्वच्छ तन, स्वच्छ मन, स्वच्छ भारत मेरा परिचय …
swachh tan, swachh man … swachh bharat, mera parichay
a clean body, a clean mind , a clean India my introduction
On a meeting with the personnel from the PMO, during the construction of the campaign for ‘Darwaaza Band’ for an Open Defecation Free India , I shared this with the Administrative Officers, who loved it to the extent of sharing it with the Prime Minister, who, most generously, spoke about it on his ‘Mann ki Baat’ programme each Sunday morning on the radio ..!! Honoured !!
It is now clocking 3:15 am .. and those early morning apprehensions seem to have evaded the mind .. I relish these late hours with the Ef and the Blog .. and may the sleep induced mind be as clean as the drive for a clean India ..
When you awoke the next morning you were still lying face down and Spencer was still in bed next to you. You’d been covered up at some point, the quilt heavy on your body and you noticed a bottle of aloe vera gel on the stand next to the bed.
You wriggled, assessing how sore you felt. It wasn’t too bad actually. Still a bit stingy but you could cope.
“Good morning.” Came a voice from the man next to you.
The first time you’d heard Spencer’s morning voice you’d been out on a case and the team had barely had two hours of sleep between you all. When you’d bumped into him in the hallway outside your rooms, you’d thought you’d walked into a completely different person. One that just happened to have your colleague’s face. In your sleep deprived state, that didn’t seem that odd.
It was amazing how different he sounded when he first woke up, quiet and croaky, his words breaking every so often. Two coffees normally did the trick though. You liked morning, pre coffee Spencer, getting to experience him most days now on the way to work as he chugged home made coffee in an effort to wake himself up.
He didn’t seem to sleep much, something emphasised by the dark shadows under his eyes although he’d told you they were there whether he slept or not. Sometimes they were more prominent, others times not. Pre coffee Spencer was often more amusing than post coffee Spencer. He got irritated very easily at rush hour drivers and would often go off on little mini rants just talking to himself for five minutes, his croaky voice filled with annoyance and expletives that stopped when he got to the office. Other times when he was more sleep deprived, he’d become very philosophical but it a lazy way. Starting deep sentences but then dropping off halfway through as if he didn’t know how to continue. You didn’t mind what he was talking about though. Pre coffee Spencer’s voice was what you were listening to. It was one of the things that added to his attractiveness and you were secretly glad that you got to experience it on a regular basis.
You’d never actually woken up next to pre coffee Spencer though. And lying in bed and hearing that voice made you feel things.
You rolled onto your side so you could face him, seeing him do the same.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice fading on the you. He coughed, trying to clear his throat.
“I’m okay. Not too bad I don’t think. I’m sure it’s not as bad as it could be.”
“No, it’s not. I could very easily have made it so you wouldn’t actually be able to sit down, but perhaps I’ll save that for when I know we’ve got more than two days off.”
“Is it weird that I’m looking forward to that?”
“Stop asking if things are weird, Y/N. It’ll only be weird if you make it so. Just because this is out of your ordinary, doesn’t mean it’s not lots of people’s standard.”
“Sorry. It’s just….. So new to me. These feelings.”
“I know, I get it. It was to me as well when I first started.”
“How did you first start by the way?” Something you’d been meaning to ask him.
“A girl I was seeing when I was 22 got me into it. She asked me to tie her up and spank her and I realised that the thought of doing it didn’t offend me and actually quite excited me. So we ended up exploring it gradually together. I was with her for two years in total.”
“Really? No one’s every mentioned you having girlfriends Spencer.”
You all knew about JJ and Will, Penelope and Kevin, Derek and his one night stands, along with the stories of Rossi’s many wives. The team even knew about the two men you’d casually seen during your time with the BAU. Yet no one ever mentioned Spencer having a girlfriend. In fact he was the butt of many of Morgan’s jokes for his lack of a girlfriend.
“Just because I choose to keep that part of my life separate doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen. I just don’t like having my personal life paraded for all of the team to see and discuss. Plus, given my job, I feel safer not having the team know about any casual partners I’ve had.” Fair point.
“Have all of your partners been into this?”
“No. Like I said before, it takes time and effort to find people to do this with. Embarking on this sort of relationship with someone takes a lot of energy.”
“Spencer, what are we then? To each other I mean. Because I don’t feel this is a relationship as such, but yet you’ve made it clear that we won’t have other partners whilst we’re doing this with each other.” Ugh. You sounded like a teenaged girl having the “will you go steady with me” conversation. Which isn’t what you were trying to get at all.
“Excellent question Y/N. The answer to which is complicated because of the dynamic and because we work so closely together. So forgive me if I’m vague. Right now, we’re two friends exploring a certain aspect of our personalities that isn’t that easy to explore with just anyone.”
“And that aspect involves us going out into public together, having you act like we’re on a date and then taking me home and fucking me senseless?”
“I hoped it wasn’t senseless Y/N. I’d hoped that you were feeling senses you’d not felt before.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I do, but back to your question. I don’t know what category of relationship we fall into. I enjoy your company, I certainly find you attractive, and I definitely enjoy playing and exploring with you. And yes, this exploring will involve us going out and play acting as a couple. But are we a couple? No. We’re not.”
“So…. We’re fuck buddies? Friends with benefits. Sex with no strings attached?”
“Nope, only chains and clamps attached.”
You both laughed at his joke before he continued. “If it helps you block us off into a relationship category, then fuck buddies pretty much covers it.”
“Is that why you’ve not actually kissed me? I’ve never had sex before without kissing the person who’s penis is inside me.”
He pursed his lips, amusement in his eyes.
“I’ve not kissed you before I’ve never got the vibe that you wanted me to. If you want to kiss, then we can kiss. Just… Maybe after we’ve brushed our teeth.”
You thought about it for a few moments.
“Actually…. No. Not that I don’t find you kissable, quite the opposite. You actually have a very pretty mouth…. ”
“As do you, very plump pink lips, almost the exact colour as your other…”
You interrupted him.
“Don’t even go there please. And I presume we’re no longer playing so me butting in doesn’t count as a strike against me.” You chuckled at the double meaning of those words.
“Yes we’re no longer playing. Unless we’ve decided in advance that it’s an overnight thing then you can pretty much say that once we go to sleep, it’s definitely over.”
“Good. Maybe just to clarify you can tell me? Just so I’m sure and don’t wind up with a huge tally of whacks against me. But back to the kissing, I don’t think we should. I think it will help differentiate this from an actual relationship in my mind. If that makes sense.”
“Perfect sense. And I agree with both points. No kissing, at least on your mouth. And I’ll tell you when we’re done.”
“Thanks. Appreciate it. Is that aloe vera for me by the way?” You brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face.
“It is indeed. I erm…. I put some on you last night. I tried to wake you up but you were dead to the world when I came back in. But I didn’t want to leave it too long. I hope you don’t mind.”
“No its fine. Thank you, that’s actually really sweet. Very normal Spencer like… Except normal Spencer wouldn’t think of touching my ass.”
“Normal Spencer…. ” he commented, an eyebrow cocked.
“You know….The Spencer who doesn’t tell me what to do. The Spencer who doesn’t fuck me. Work Spencer, normal Spencer!”
He laughed. “Normal Spencer definitely has thought about touching your ass, just so you know. It’s a very nice bottom.” His voice faded out again, him coughing.
You grinned. “Does normal Spencer want to make me some coffee whilst I attempt a shower?”
“He does. Let me hop in again first though, I’ll only be five minutes or so and then it’s yours.”
Reid climbed out of bed, fetching towels and clothes for himself and leaving two towels on the bed for you before disappearing into his bathroom again.
Whilst he was gone, you pulled yourself up and out of his bed and inspected yourself in his full length mirror, pulling your t-shirt up.
You didn’t have any visible hand prints but both cheeks had a pink hue to them against the creamy skin of your lower back and thighs. You ran your hands over the still warm and tender skin trying to imagine what it would feel like if he’d gone on for longer.
There was something about seeing your skin marked as a result of a sexual encounter that sent shivers down your spine, making you bite your lip as your palmed your ass, checking how sensitive you were.
You could cope, you were fairly certain you could sit down without being in too much discomfort.
But the marks would fade again, just like the rope marks had.
You spotted your handbag on the floor, Spencer must have bought it in last night. Rummaging through it for your phone, you switched it to camera mode and angled it to the mirror.
Your t-shirt getting in the way, you peeled it off and took some shots, zooming in on your bottom and then taking a full body shot.
“You can send me one of those, Y/N.”
You hadn’t realised Spencer had finished in the shower, he was now stood leaning against the frame of his bedroom door, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and rubbing a towel over his hair.
You felt embarrassed that he’d caught you and felt that familar burn on your cheeks. Sex and nudity didn’t normally get to you, it was natural and you knew you had a decent enough figure. But it was just the situation.
“Y/N, please don’t be embarrassed. I should have knocked, I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. It’s your bedroom. I’m not embarrassed that you’re seeing me naked again….. Although yet again, you’re fully dressed. It’s just embarrassed that you caught me taking pictures.”
“Why is that embarrassing? I assume you’re taking pictures to remember how you looked…. Because the marks will fade and you never know when we’ll be able to do this again right? There’s something beautiful and astounding about seeing the masterpieces a lover can create on your skin with their body or implements. And you do have the perfect skin for it. Don’t be embarrassed about enjoying looking at it. Not around me. Okay.”
“Although I meant it…. I definitely wouldn’t mind having a copy of those photos.”
“What happened to the eidectic memory Dr Reid.”
“It doesn’t always apply to images, only things I’ve read. But you don’t have to send if you don’t want to. I can wait until next time.”
“Ill send it. But what will you do with it exactly?” Knowing that he’d have a naked photo on you on his phone was making you curious.
“Exactly what most other guys will do if they had a photo of a gorgeous naked girl on their phone.”
“I need a shower.“ You hit send to his personal cell, and then tossed your phone onto his bed. grabbing the towels he’d left out striding past him completely nude.
“Turn it to the left for cold, Y/N.” He called after you, chuckling.
The inside of my Filthy Camry is, duh, filthy and covered in dog hair. The outside isn’t normally too awful except recently it’s been covered in bird poop and pollen. FilCam needed a bath.
I’ve been on recent quest to rid the house and car of spare change. The car became coin free first when the last pennies went to finish payment on a drive thru order. It made that McDonald’s cone all the more tasty.
Yesterday I stopped by a coin-op car wash. I prefer the Best Buy Extended Warranty Sales Method of car washing: High Pressure. Pointing that hand held sprayer at my car is satisfying. Pew! Pew! Got you, dirt! That’s way more fun than having some device grab a wheel and pull the car through a garage. Furthermore the hand held sprayer is less expensive than the drive through wash.
As I entered the wash bay I remembered I have not a coin in my car. I checked my wallet hoping to have a few dollar bills or maybe a fiver to run through the bill changer.
Nope. All I had was a twenty. The car was so dirty though. I really didn’t want to leave that way. But I’ll be damned if I’m going home with $15 in quarters. It was the first time in my life when I was sad to have a big bill instead of a small one.
Then I noticed a credit card reader that wasn’t there last year. Sweet. There were no instructions but hey, they practically give credit cards to middle school kids so how risky or confusing could it be?
I swiped my card. Nothing happened. I swiped again. Hmmmm. I pressed an unmarked button. Then again…
This morning I checked my account online. Turns out I paid for four car washes. No wonder the sprayer was still working after my car was clean and I wanted to leave.
(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.
A/N: hello everyone! I hope you’re doing okay! I came here with another fic. YAY! I’m being productive after all the time I took. Anyways, this fic goes with a massive special thanks to Ginny ( @otomiya-tickles ) for helping me wirh the idea and stuuuff. I love you sweetie💕
This prompt has been here forever so it was time for me to write it down, I’m so sorry for the long wait @hellobuds so we have:
AsaNoya. #4. “Run”
I hope you all enjoy this! Thank you so much for your support on my lastest fic!! (Sorry about that ugly image I’m on my phone right now!)
Summary: Nishinoya Yuu has a lot of energy. Azumane Asahi doesn’t.
Words: 1,576 (under the cut!)
Asahi didn’t exactly think Noya would like to celebrate their first day of Summer break by going to the gym after class. He was exhausted; tests and projects had taken the best of him for the last two months and he really wanted to just come back to their shared apartment and have a little nap before going out to have a dinner with his tiny boyfriend.
But Noya clearly had other plans; he sent Asahi a message earlier in the day, saying that he wanted him to come with him to the gym and Asahi just can’t say no to Noya, specially when he makes that face and his big brown eyes get all…
“Ah…”, he sighed and brushed a stray strand of hair that fell off his bun behind his ear. He heard Noya’s giggles at his side and he glanced down at him.
“Don’t make that face, Asahiiiii~”, he says, holding onto Asahi’s arm. “It’ll be fun! We’ll not be there for too long and then we can have sushi!”, Asahi just sighed again, however, a soft smile appeared on his lips looking at his boyfriend’s bright face. Jeez he seriously wants to kill him flashing that massive smile.
“You know what?”, Noya asks, letting Asahi’s arm go and brushing his fingers against the back of Asahi’s hand. “We should make some run sprints since we’re at the park!”
Asahi frowned, watching the little hills around the park they needed to pass through to get to the gym. Noya said it was a shortcut.
“Run”, Asahi says, not exactly asking.
“Yes!”, Noya jumped a little and started to jog next to Asahi.
“What, those run sprints we did back in the training camp weren’t enough for you?”
“That happened like two years ago, Asahi!”, Noya laughed.
“Well, my muscles burn just at the thought”, Asahi said, pointing at the strong muscles of his thighs. “And we’re already going to the gym isn’t that enough?”, He asks, and he wonders why does Noya want to make him do exercise when Asahi only wants to sleep for fourteen hours in a row.
“Cmoooon, Asahiiii!”, Noya whines, stopping to make a little tantrum.
“No”, Asahi answers, ignoring Noya’s pouting face and walking pass him.
“Asaaaahiiiiii”, Noya whines again and with two jumps he’s right behind Asahi, wrapping his arms around his lover’s waist, his puffy cheek pressing agaisnt Asahi’s back.
“I said no”, He answers, trying to ignore the added weight on his back.
“Asaaaahiiiiiii”, Noya rubs his face on Asahi’s back, right in between the back of his ribs, his arms tightening around Asahi’s middle and his feet dragging behind him.
“N-Noya! I said n- stop doing that!”, Noya whines again, rubbing his nose right into Asahi’s spine, his skinny yet muscled arms resting on Asahi’s hipbones. “Y-Yuu! Don’t rub- Stop!”
Asahi stopped on his tracks, squirming and trying to arch his back away from Nishinoya’s face as a light blush starts to spread on his cheekbones. He hears the soft sound of Noya’s muffled giggles and he swears he felt his smirk against his back. Oh no.