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Introduction

Yuri introduces Yuuri to his asshole cat.

Pairing: Yuuri x Yuri

Based off of this post. Also sorry the quality is pretty shitty and questionable on this one. >____>;


To say Yuri was nervous was a bit of an understatement. Today would be a pivotal step in his relationship with Yuuri, the make it or break it point if he may. While he was slightly nervous when introducing Yuuri as his boyfriend to his grandfather, Yuri knew they would stay together regardless of his opinion. The person Yuri was introducing his boyfriend to today, their opinion mattered so much more.

Or rather, Yuuri’s opinion mattered since the person in question, or rather creature in question, hated pretty much everyone. Yes, Today is the day that Yuri introduces his boyfriend to his cat, his asshole cat who hates everyone except Yuri himself (and occasionally Lilia).

If Yuuri did not like his asshole cat, he had to go.

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inevitably, my brain would take this route with a cat au.

aftermath of this cat day doodle.

Kpop awkward/embarrassing moments…


When Minha pretends to pull a magic trick

taecyeon

Taemin pants

Heechul…

Yoona laughing so hard her wig almost flipped way off

Jaejoong…

Baekhyun pretends to be hot

source:allkpop

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Socrates and Cupid: A Dialogue

Socrates stood atop a café in downtown Paris, overlooking many couples of young women and men, strolling arm-in-arm and holding baguettes and conversing with one another in a beautiful public square. Socrates marveled at the pleasantness of it all; everyone below Socrates seemed to be engaged in charming banter and having a splendid time. When at once, three gleaming pink arrows flew through the sky in the direction of the park. Two of the arrows hit nothing more than an empty bench, and one landed directly into the back paw of a panting Chihuahua. The dog did not appear hurt by the arrow; indeed, it seemed not to sense the arrow at all. As Socrates pondered how that could be, the dog aggressively began to hump the leg of the bench until its embarrassed owner tugged it away.

The arrows had come from the top of the same roof on which Socrates stood, and he turned to the sight of a floating baby with the wings of an angel, holding a glimmering bow and arrow, giggling profusely. “Tehe!” The baby loaded another arrow into his bow and prepared to shoot, putting little priority in his aim.

Socrates: Hello there, my good sir.

The sound of Socrates’ voice startled the baby, causing him to misfire the arrow and hit a pigeon atop the adjacent building. The pigeon looked toward the baby with lust. 

“Whoa!” The baby cried in his soft, high-pitched voice. “You see me? How can this be?”

Socrates: Forgive me for startling you, my good baby. It is apparent that you are quite used to remaining unseen by humans. But actually, I do believe I recognize you—not by your looks, for I cannot remember ever having seen you in the flesh, but by your legend. Tell me, is it indeed you, young Cupid?

Cupid: Tehehe! I am Cupid!

Socrates: Then your legend stems back to my time, and my recognition has proved accurate. Forgive me though, as I have been through quite a number of peculiar ordeals since my death in Athens, and my memory could be misguided, so please correct me if my memory should be hazy. Your true name is Eros, and you are the daughter of Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love, beauty, and pleasure. Your mother is the most beautiful goddess of them all, and that is why, thousands of years ago, she grew frustrated with the mortal woman named Psyche, who was so beautiful in her own right that people began comparing her to your mother. Jealous, your mother ordered you down from the heavens to shoot this mortal Psyche with one of your arrows, thus provoking her to fall madly in love with a degenerate, which would in turn lead her to fall from grace. However, upon seeing this Psyche, you too were transfixed by her beauty, and you disobeyed your mother’s orders by pricking yourself with your own arrow, causing yourself to fall madly in love with her.

Cupid: Your memory is not hazy at all! I was very naughty! Tehe!

Cupid was frantic and energetic at all times during Socrates’ speech and seemed incapable of relaxing for even the tiniest of moments, and several times as Socrates spoke the baby loaded and fired his arrows blindly into the park, striking an elderly man who sat beside a woman—who appeared to be his longtime wife—and a young bellboy who stood outside a hotel across the street. The elderly man and the bellboy locked eyes. Socrates carried on:

Socrates: And this is the part where my memory should fail me, as I have not lived long enough to possibly know these things, but through some glitch in the cosmos I seem to recollect even further details about your story, details which I have no way in knowing, as I have stated.

Cupid flew hectically back and forth around Socrates’ head.

Cupid: Tehe! What do you know?

Socrates: After the rule of the Greeks had run its due course, it was the Romans who changed your name from Eros to Cupid, and your mother’s from Aphrodite to Venus, and it was they who carried forth your legend and propelled it to exist for thousands of years more, even to the present day.

Cupid: Tehe, you talk silly. In all my time I have only heard one man talk so funny as you—wait, it’s you, Socrates! Why, how could I forget? In thousands of years there has only been one person who has felt no effect from my arrows, and that person is you! And I tried many times, tehe!

Socrates: So, it has been revealed: It was you who caused me to feel those fleeting sensations of love I had experienced on numerous occasions—quite random occasions, as I now come to ponder it. Mostly when I was engaged in deep conversation with my pupil, Plato. 

Cupid: Tehe, I’m silly too!

Socrates: You are quite silly, and your arrows very nearly cause me to act in a silly way toward my pupil—if it weren’t for my questions. Each time I felt that unexpected gust of romantic passion, I asked myself why, why it was that I was feeling what I was feeling. Soon enough, through rigorous mental examination, I recognized these feelings as illusions, and they were dispelled.

Cupid: I remember! Every time you asked yourself a question, the arrow in your back would loosen, until eventually it just slid out—how perplexing; I could never get one to stick! But I can’t say the same for Plato—tehehe!

Socrates: Do you mean to say, my dear floating baby, that Plato had withheld romantic aspirations for me this entire time? If this is what you mean to say, it would explain certain peculiar instances with him—such as the time when I had just finished a lengthy dialogue with Glaucon during which we proved that justice is both good and worthwhile, and then Plato turned to me, locked his eyes upon me, and said, “You did a fine job, Sweet Socrates,” and then firmly stroked the upper portion of my leg. I remember thinking it was somewhat strange at the time. Was this your doing, dear Cupid?

Cupid was no longer beside Socrates. Socrates turned around, and with intrigue watched Cupid fly after a small butterfly…

(To be continued…)

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i didn’t start supporting arsenal to win titles at any fucking cost man i don’t support any of my teams solely because i want to win. i support the teams i do because they represent aspects of the sport i love and respect and that’s not just trophies and glory and it’s definitely not that at any cost.

i love arsenal’s style of play, i love that we have a manager who has consistently denounced homophobia and racism in this sport, i love that we have a core of loyal players who have given us so many years and grown and developed here and made me so damn proud.

i don’t support bringing in a 29 year old racist who has had a single year playing well (HE SCORED FIVE GOALS IN THE PL LAST SEASON OH MY GOD), has no promise of continuing at that level (he’s not even standing out at international level in a very young squad) and given his position has something like 3 more years on him. not only that but his style of play goes against what i believe are the principles of this sport (the diving, the backtalk towards other players and officials), his attitude has consistently been garbage (see previous point and multiple posts detailing this), and it goes against the principles of a club that has always prided itself on cultivating talent not buying it.

you can’t buy class and even if you could, it’s not vardy, not by a long shot.