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Just when I think I have a handle on running and think I can up my game I am reminded there’s so much more to learn. Today’s run was HARD. Real hard. (5 points to whoever gets the movie reference :) I stayed inside for 2 miles of intervals on the treadmill. PT exercises, a little more core work, and extra stretching. Tomorrow’s rest day will be very nice. I say that now but I’m sure I’ll be done rest day-ing by noon, lol.

excellent dad choice

a bokuaka family drabble

“Tsubasa, I said no,” came Koutarou’s stern voice from the living room.

Keiji picked up his coffee and shuffled out of the kitchen, reluctantly joining his husband and daughter for whatever that evening’s argument was about. Tsubasa stood in front of the couch, where Koutarou was seated, with her arms crossed, resting her weight on one leg, hip jutting out, exuding all of the attitude a thirteen-year-old girl was capable of. Which Keiji was coming to realize was insurmountable. 

“But dad that’s not fair!” the demon that had possessed their wonderful child at some point in the last year screeched. 

“Well, let me tell you something about that little one,” Koutarou said, leaning forward to rest his forearms on his knees, “Life isn’t fair.” 

Tsubasa rolled her eyes so hard Keiji feared she might hurt herself. He sat down in his armchair and waited for the inevitable:

“Stop calling me that,” she snapped, placing her hands very purposefully on her hips. “It’s condescending and I’m not a child anymore!”

Koutarou sat back, raising a finger in the air. “First of all, excellent word choice.” He let his hand drop. “Second, I don’t care how old you are, you will always be my little one.” 

Tsubasa made a frustrated noise, suddenly rounding on Keiji. 

“Papa,” she cried, “Tell Dad that he should stop acting like I’m a little kid!”

Keiji took a sip of his coffee, regarding his daughter with a raised eyebrow. 

“Are you trying to convince your father and I that you’re not a child while whining at us like one?” 

He barely had time to file away the look he received from his daughter in his mental scrapbook of ‘You’re Literally Ruining My Life, Dad’ Faces before Tsubasa exploded, making that lovely pubescent growling/screeching sound that would erupt from the back of her throat. 

“YOU TWO ARE INFURIATING!” she shrieked, storming away from them. 

“Excellent word choice,” Keiji called while she stomped up the stairs. 

“I KNOW!” she yelled back. 

There was a slam of a door and then it was quiet. 

They both sighed. 

“You really shouldn’t call her that while she’s angry,” Keiji chided lightly. 

“I know,” Koutarou groaned, “But she was being such a brat, I couldn’t help it.” 

Keiji smirked. “What did she want?”

Koutarou made a face, picking up his tablet from where he must have put it down to properly argue with their daughter. 

“To go out and see some new scary movie with her friends,” he answered, swiping at the screen.

“But she gets nightmares,” Keiji stated. 

“I know.”

“And is still afraid of the dark.” 

“I know,” Koutarou said, throwing a hand in the air. “That’s why I told her she couldn’t go.” 

“Oh no.” Keiji’s eyes widened. “You didn’t tell her that, did you?” 

Koutarou snapped up his head, looking at Keiji like he was insane. “Of course not! I’m not an idiot. Besides,” he added, going back to whatever he was doing on his tablet, “that would just make her feel bad.” 

Keiji hummed. “You’re a good dad.” 

A wide smile broke across Koutarou’s face, but before he could reply he was interrupted by their daughter’s door being thrown open. 

“I HAVE TOLD YOU NUMEROUS TIMES THAT SOUND CARRIES IN THIS HOUSE,” she shouted. “I CAN HEAR YOU!” 

“Oops,” Koutarou mumbled, looking guilty.

There wasn’t much either of them could say to assuage the situation, so Keiji didn’t even bother trying. 

Instead, he did what dads do best–

“Excellent word choice, sweetheart.” 

–which was to say the worst thing possible. 

90;

characters: Lofty Executor, Lofty Anpassen
pairing: ^ (rating: kissing, like, actually)
words: 841
summary: Executor attempts something human. Anpassen has no idea why he chose this of all things to do. 

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Omg, this morning I gave my guy head and I swear to god I saw his soul leave his body. Like his eyes was rolled all the way the fuck back into his skull with his mouth wide the fuck open. I thought 1) he either died or 2) he was possessed. And the only thing I could do was giggle and smile while looking at him. 😂💀 needless to say, I put him to sleep 😜

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Someone posted a bootleg of One, Two, Three, Four, Five (also called In the Beginning) an obscure Maury Yeston show and apparently Mary Testa was in it? This is… so specific to my interests?

sebas-tial  asked:

Risky asks: 8 & 9 Really risky asks: 1 & 2 (I hope that if you are feeling down, your day gets a little better <333)

1.  “@” people you want to be friends with

@yanderechild ; @excailzkrossmazi ; @ciervobizarro ; @sebas-tial ; @mikayma ; @peachbloods

2. 

8.  do you drink water with or without ice in it?

with

9. do you like to use correct grammar when you type or just type all lowercase?

all lowercase unless i am using correct grammar and sophisticated language to tell someone off or belittle them

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IM GLAD PEOPLE LIKE LARS AFTER WANTED BECAUSE NOW I DONT HAVE TO SUFFER THROUGH THE “#I hate Lars but this art is cute” TAGS ON ALL OF MY LARS ART ANYMORE !! 

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Because they must’ve exchanged phone numbers at some point between the sports festival and their internships~ I’M SORRY THIS IS SO CHEESY  >u<
I love their relationship. I love them. ;__;

(thanks to @mahoushoujc​ for helping out <3)