Boxer!Calum? I had a dream about it and I can't get it off my mind
You’d heard the rumors about boxer!Calum in the gym. That he was the next up-and-coming fighter, that he would be the one to beat the three-year reigning champion, that he used to be a musician before he took up boxing because he liked the adrenalin flowing through his veins.
You both boxed for the same club, but you’d never seen the brown-eyed enigma. However, you’d heard enough about him, all your fellow fighters whispering of him in the locker room when they thought nobody was listening.
Calum must have been at least nearly as good as everyone said, because a few weeks later he had already worked himself up the ring and was going to be facing off against the three-time champion of a tournament hosted in your city. The man who was supposedly the best boxer around, who left six-foot-tall, heavily muscled men lying on the floor like they were toys.
Unable to fight your growing curiously, you decided to go to the match. The sweaty bodies of the crowd pushed against you as you made your way to the front, but you were used to it. You’d been on both sides of the ropes surrounding that ring.
When you finally made your way to the front, the first thing you saw was Calum. Because, well, Calum was staring right at you. He didn’t look like the average boxer, perhaps a bit leaner than the rest, but you could tell from his stance and from the focus in his eyes that what he lacked in brute force he made up for in determination and cunning.
And then, Calum broke eye contact with you and the fight commenced. For some reason, though during all other fights you watched you’d remained impassive and unaffected, you found yourself biting your nails in anticipation and wincing every time Calum took a hit, praying that he wouldn’t be the next boy that his opponent left beaten on the floor.
Thankfully, Calum held his own. In fact, he held on until the very end, only losing when time ran out and the judges had to make a decision. You could see the defeat in his eyes, and you felt bad. So, after overhearing one of your friends standing next to you say that he didn’t have a trainer, you followed the tattooed boxer back into the locker rooms.
You found him sitting on the benches, staring off into space and apparently lost in thought.
You cleared your throat, and his gaze snapped to you. “Uh, hi. I’m-“
“Y/N,” he smirked. “I know who you are.”
Your eyes widened a fraction. “You do? How?”
He shrugged. “People talk about you at the gym. Say you’re one of the better girl fighters. I sat in on one of your matches, actually.”
“You did?” you balked.
He chuckled at your reaction, nodding. “You’re good.”
You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, and you played with a loose string on your sleeve. “Thanks.”
Calum nodded, then smirked. “Why are you here? I’m sure it’s not just because of my good looks.”
You suddenly felt embarrassed again. “Well, I, uh, heard you didn’t have anyone to clean up your injuries so I thought I could-“
“Help me?” he finished.
You nodded, and he slid over, patting the spot next to him on the bench. Finding the first aid kit, you began patching up the cuts on his face and arms, getting ice packs for his bruises and wrapping a finger you were pretty sure looked broken.
After a while, he stopped you suddenly and tilted your chin up, searching your eyes for something.
“I just got the shit beaten out of me, so I don’t see any reason to not be frank. Would you like to go out on a date with me this Friday night?”
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looks like eliza is livetweeting tonight. do NOT under any circumstances send her hate or criticism for livetweeting her own show. we KNOW how she feels about lexa’s death and clexa. we KNOW her stance. focus on the trend.
I think we have a right to be furious with darren and his lack of action. He prays off of the gay community and when they need him the most he tosses them to the side like garbage. He doesn't care about them he only wants there money. If he cared he would have been the first one to tweet like he always does for almost everything else. Proving how soulless he really is.
Let me ask you a question: Have you spoken to Darren? Have you had a one on one conversation with Darren Criss? Have you sat in that Californian living room and shot the breeze with Darren Everett Criss?
No you say? You’ve only had contact via reading his social media? THEN HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW HOW HE FEELS OR WHAT IS GOING THROUGH HIS MIND AT ANY GIVEN TiME?! Answer: You don’t.
Like I stated in my earlier post, “people handle certain situations differently. Some of us can’t handle things right off the goddamn bat. We need time to process and deal.” What might be easy for you to jump up and preach, takes aittle bit more thought and breath for others.
Example: I was a victim of child molestation. My mothers ex-BF molested me from 6th grade all the way to 9th. And because of that, I have issues with seeing or hearing about others going through the same thing. When stuff is brought up on the news or social media, I sometimes (most often) avoid it. It’s too hard for me to deal with instantly. But you best believe that every year for Xmas, I make a request for my family to donate to RAINN in my name.
Now, because I choose to show and provide my support privately, does that make my efforts less valuable? Does that mean I don’t care? Does that make me a horrible none compassionate person?
Sometimes we have to protect ourselves. Do what’s right for us. And if that means taking a breather before jumping in? So be it.
And for anyone who starts preaching, “But he’s a celeb! It’s his duty!” Yeah, he may be a celeb, but he is also a human being. A human being with his own sets of feelings, thoughts, and emotions. Let’s try not to forget that.
Let’s focus on the fact that he’s giving his support and taking a stance, and focus less on the amount of time it took to make it public.
Compassion, love, support, and growth don’t have an expiration date or a spot light. So stop acting like it does.
As a proud Latina pansexual I say thank you to Darren and anyone else who has shown the community love and support. It means the world and we will never forget it.
Summary: A strange incident reveals that April possess a new power–the ability to read minds. Taking place about just before the Tiger Claw arc in season two, April’s new power comes with pros and cons. But maybe, just maybe, she can use it to see who Karai really is–and who knows; she might like what she finds.
Rating: PG-13 (for language). Universe: TMNT 2012. Tags/Warnings: spoilers for ‘Wrath of Tiger Claw’ but it stops being canon-compliant after that, April/Karai and hints of Leo/Karai.
April kind of likes meditating, but she also kind of hates it.
On one hand, being in tune with oneself is a gift. She treasures the precious moments where she can look into herself and see something; it makes her feel like she’s staring into the universe and seeing eternity itself. It makes her feel like there are entire galaxies within her, waiting to be explored.