“I wonder whether you’re teasing me to mess up on such a small thing. Come sit here. I’ll only show you once, so focus. Look at the proportions. Pull it right. Put in care. Not just in this, but for everything…”
“I encountered and am aware of information and intelligence that revealed contacts and interactions between Russian officials and U.S. persons involved in the Trump campaign that I was concerned about because of known Russian efforts to suborn such individuals. It raised questions in my mind about whether Russia was able to gain the cooperation of those individuals.” - John Brennan (former Director of the CIA)
In today’s episode of “things that should make you fucking livid” we have the Turkish president’s guards (in the suits in the video.) attacking protesters in WASHINGTON GODDAMNED D FUCKING C while the protesters are the ones who get arrested because protect and serve, amirite?
Here’s Phillip Defranco talking about it, and his feelings line up well with mine:
This dictator brought his thugs to American soil (at the invitation of our corrupt as hell manchild in chief.) and let them beat up American citizens and our government is letting them get away with it. There should be protests over this. We should be surrounding the Turkish embassy and screaming till they can’t hear anything else. Fuck them, fuck their president, and their authoritarian bullshit. How dare they come here and bring this with them and do this to our people in our country? HOW DARE THEY? And that said, HOW IS THIS NOT A BIGGER DEAL??? If you were looking for a watershed moment, a match for the fire, this is it. Our gov’t, our police force, is LETTING an authoritarian Turkish dictator’s bodyguards beat up our citizens with no punishment at all. *Everyone* should know about this. Everyone should be angry. Everyone should be holding our leaders accountable for this, and I don’t care that diplomatic immunity means they can’t be tried. They can be kicked out, they officially represent their gov’t, their gov’t can be punished.
I’m calling it “Yurio Catches Puberty” as a working title. (PG for swearing and puberty.) (Warning for body image stuff, very minor.)
“WHEN WILL THIS BE OVER?”
The scream of anguish from the rink’s locker room shower made Yuuri look up sharply. He’d only arrived in St. Petersburg yesterday, but this couldn’t be normal, even if nobody else seemed to be paying the slightest attention.
It was definitely Yurio.
“Yurio?” he started to ask, but Georgi clapped a hand over his mouth.
“Don’t engage,” he hissed.
Yuuri looked at him, wide-eyed.
“What’s going on?” he whispered, as Yurio began a steady, at least quieter stream of cursing in Russian, then English, then Japanese that Yuuri definitely hadn’t taught him.
“Puberty,” Georgi said.
Yuuri blinked. “Puberty?” he asked.
Georgi gave him a disgusted look. “Of course,” he mumbled to himself. “The golden boy didn’t suffer puberty…”
He wandered off, now also cursing, and Yuuri had ten seconds of silence before Yurio kicked the shower door open and strode out, towel around his waist.