#like the image cannot be viewed again it's just like snapchat i guess

[post-futurism]

gays, i started my queer cinema club right and i talk to every new member to get to know them a bit and make them feel comfortable about coming into a stranger's house (mine) for the meetings. so i've been chatting to this nb local who's 22 i think and sometimes they send me photos via insta messenger with text on it as a reply to some other message i sent and usually that text is overlaid a photo of themselves. is this how the youth communicate or are they flirting with me

[toosicktoocare]

For @prompt-master and @obsessive-enthusiast :) :) :) 

Walking to school is a sacrifice Jeremy still makes, even without the SQUIP, to try and seem a little cooler than he is. He knows it doesn’t matter anymore, that everyone at school likes him now. But, small things, he thinks to himself. He still refuses to be a junior riding the bus to school, even if it is February and incredibly cold.

He hates that Michael can’t drive him, not with Michael’s parents not wishing for Michael to drive with a passenger in their car quite yet. Jeremy doesn’t understand what the big deal is, but Michael has fought tooth and nail on this, so much that his parents have threatened to take his driving privileges away. So, Jeremy reluctantly assured Michael that it was fine; the walk to school is only ten minutes after all, so he can manage, even though the icy wind pierces through his too light jacket.

Sometimes, he cuts down an alley once he reaches the square; on a good day, this will cut the time to get to school by at least a minute and a half. And, today is one of those days where he finds himself turning a sharp right down the alley because he’s frozen solid and just wants the school’s heating system. He keeps his head bowed against the wind that sneaks down the small alley as he walks swiftly, and Michael’s headphones are loud enough to mask any outside sounds. 

He’s half way down the alley when he’s shoved hard, hard enough that he loses his footing and falls forward onto his hands and knees. Years of bullying have introduced him to this sort of behavior, so annoyance takes center hold in his chest as he slides his headphones off with a huff.

“Seriously,” he starts as he whips his head around, but whatever angered response to follow shoots back down into his gut when his eyes fall onto the distinctive glimmer of a knife. Panic swells within his chest and pushes against his lungs until his chest is rising and falling in stuttering gasps.

“Wallet.”

The man’s voice is thick, gravelly, and Jeremy nods and reaches into his pocket for his wallet. It’s a fold one that’s colored black and lined with rows of Pac-Man faces; Michael has a matching one. The two had won them during a night at the arcade, a time that seems so long ago now.

He hands the wallet over, and the man flicks through the meager contents: seven dollars in ones, a few arcade tokens, a poor quality photo-booth picture of he and Michael, a condom from his brief relationship with Christine that never went passed hand holding, and a folded, crinkled paper that has his class schedule scribbled on it.

“You must have more money than this.”

“I’m a high school student without a job,” Jeremy says, voice shaking. “That’s all I’ve got.”

“That won’t do.”

Before Jeremy can offer his backpack filled with textbooks that would probably pick up a pretty penny on Amazon, he’s being kicked hard in the side, fast enough that he doesn’t have time to shield himself. He topples over with a loud groan and brings one arm up to his face just as the boot covered foot moves toward it.

He loses count after the tenth kick. His entire body is searing hot and screaming in pain, but the pain doesn’t bleed into his voice. He stays silent, only letting out hushed cries with each kick, and finally, the man gets bored and shoots down the alley, still with his wallet.

Jeremy tries to move, but every inch of his body is throbbing hot despite the steady tremors coursing across his limbs. He manages to shift until his back is pressed against the brick wall, and just that slight movement has tears leaving deep tracks down his cheeks from the burning pain. He weakly pats at his pocket and feels the familiar outline of his phone, and he thanks whoever the hell is listening that the apparent mugger didn’t ask for his phone.

*****

Michael stares at Jeremy’s empty seat; the latter hadn’t said anything on the phone last night about missing class, and the teacher is due to walk in any second now. He slips his phone out and opens Snapchat, snapping a quick picture of his face with the caption “where u at bro?” just as the teacher walks in. 

He keeps his eyes glued to his phone, where he has it hidden under his desk, as the teacher begins rambling about verbs, or something. Michael isn’t really sure anymore because he’s got a new snap from Jeremy.

A smile teases at his lips as he hunches forward and clicks to view the snap, but whatever trace of amusement he’s been housing drops to concern the second he sees Jeremy’s battered face across the screen with a caption that says, “ran into some trouble.”

He leaps to his feet, chair scraping loudly against the tiled floor. The teacher falls silent, and every single student turns toward him, but all Michael can see is the fear and pain coloring Jeremy’s eyes. He stumbles toward the door, fingers wrapped tightly around his keys in his jacket pocket, and he only stops when his teacher calls out to him.

“And just where do you think you’re going, Mell?”

“I…” He tries, unable to form words around the panic gripping at his heart. “I’ve got to go,” he manages before turning toward the door and racing out the hall. He can hear his teacher calling out to him, but he ignores it in favor of running toward his car as fast as his legs will allow.

*****

Consciousness is fleeting. Jeremy tries to keep his eyes open, but sleep is tugging at every edge. His entire body is numb, and his eyelids are fluttering against blurring vision. He vaguely hears someone shout his name, barely sees a red blur racing toward him, but suddenly there’s Michael crouched in front of him, cupping a hand to his face and speaking so fast that Jeremy can’t pick up on any word. Warm hands smooth gently over his arms and chest, and seconds later, Michael’s red jacket is being wrapped around his shoulders.

Next thing he knows, he’s being pulled to his feet, and the numbness from before drops way to emphasize pain across every inch of his body. A strangled gasp claws up his throat, and he wants nothing more than to fall back to the ground, but Michael’s arm is suddenly wrapped carefully around his waist. He’s being pulled toward Michael’s warmth, and despite how badly it hurts, Jeremy leans into Michael, and the two stumble out of the alley and toward Michael’s car.

*****

Jeremy wakes to muffled arguing. He pries his eyes open, squinting against bright lights that burn his pupils. He forces his vision to cooperate, and it doesn’t take long to catch onto that he’s in a hospital. There’s an IV stuck into his arm, and while moving hurts, it’s nothing like the pain he previously felt. He’s finding it rather concerning, though, that breathing brings a sharp pain to his sides. He assumes it’s his ribs, and the thought brings back vivid images of the man and the knife and the kicking.

His heart begins to race, if the increasing beeping of the heart monitor is any hint, and he’s only pulled from gripping thoughts by Michael’s sharp voice from the hallway.

“I don’t care!”

Jeremy swallows thickly and glances toward the door. He can’t see, but Michael sounds mad, frustrated.

“Son, I understand what you are saying, but we need-”

“I don’t care what you need! He was mugged for fuck’s sake! Can’t he have a day to recover before you and your crew go barging in with questions?!”

The conversation to follow is quieter, so much that Jeremy cannot hear, but moments later, his door is being opened very slowly, and Michael steps in.

For a moment, neither say a word; they only stare at one another as if in deep, silent conversation, but Michael caves, worried face breaking way to a wide expression of relief.

“Jeremy.”

Jeremy can’t feel the tears slipping down his cheeks, but Michael can see, and in just seconds, Michael is easing himself gently down onto the edge of the bed and cupping Jeremy’s cold hand in his warm one.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.”

Jeremy knows this; he knows he’s okay. He’s not sure why he’s crying. He’s never been too fond of crying in front of Michael. He nods, sniffling quietly, and Michael’s hand tightens around his hand.

“Sorry,” he finally gets out along a shaking breath. “I just… You know…” He doesn’t want to say that he’s terrified, but luckily, he and Michael always work on the same wave length, so he doesn’t have to say. Michael knows. Michael always knows.

“You scared the shit out of me,” Michael opts to say in hopes to lighten the mood, and Jeremy lets out a weak laugh.

“The guy got mad at me because I only had seven dollars in my wallet. For some reason, he still took my wallet.”

“Guess we will have to find new matching wallets.”

Jeremy shakes his head, a small smile pulling at his lips. This is what he needs, he thinks. A sense of normalcy. Tomorrow will bring cops. A few days later, and he will have to go back to school, where everyone will already know that he’s been mugged.

But, right now? He’s here with Michael, and his father is on the way. His body hurts, he’s short seven dollars, but Michael’s here.

He leans forward and drops his forehead against Michael’s shoulder despite the pain it brings to his sides. “Thanks for rescuing me.”

“Seems like I’ve been doing that a lot recently.”

Jeremy knows Michael is referring to the play. “You’re good at it,” he says, and Michael breathes out a deep laugh.

“Yeah? I’ll keep being your superhero so long as my superhero name is really cool. Like, a mix between Captain America and Spider-Man kind of cool.”

Jeremy looks up with a smile teasing at his lips. “So, Captain Man or Spider-America?”

Michael laughs again, lighter and full of amusement. “We’ll work on it.”

[lolly-dolli]

My Melodramatic Skype "Update" Review--An Amalgamation of First-World Problems

Where do I start with this–stop trying to be hip. That’s not what people use Skype for. They use it to communicate-to make video calls and send messages and files, and that’s it.

Nobody asked for this. Nobody wanted a barely-functional, mangled mishmash of all the worst features of Snapchat, Discord and Messenger.

Nobody came here for a social media site–they came here for a video chatting and messaging app that allows for file sharing.

The enter button no longer works.

Or, it does, but all it will do is close your keyboard. This is incredibly problematic for people sending long messages, not to mention basic functionality.

Another outdated function Skype thought would be a wonderful idea to rip from Discord is the inability to change back autocorrected words. This normally wouldn’t be a problem, but when your autocorrect is buggy and you use a lot of non-recognized and made-up words like I do, it’s very frustrating to endlessly have to go back and retype the same word over and over and over again until your autocorrect finally recognizes it.

Basic Skype functionality has been thrown out the window–this is their way of telling you “go fuck yourself, we’re HIP now. Forget being able to share things you made with your family, check out this Snapchat clone!”

There is no contacts option–not that I could find, anyway. Only recent chats. Skype is very determined in trying to focus on the “new.”

The same can be said for any sort of settings menu, so you don’t even have any option of turning some of these functions off.

The voice messages would be a great idea…if they weren’t right where the “send” button goes.

Why not just put them in the menu below the chatbox?

Speaking of the menu–it’s been mangled to all hell.

Remember file sharing and contact sharing? The two functions of Skype that are one of the biggest reasons I haven’t completely switched over to Discord? Well, you may as well forget them–all you can send are pictures and videos now–and Skype is so dedicated to destroying their user base that they manage to make even something as simple as sending an image painful that you almost have to commend them.

Not only do you no longer have the typical choice of recent files, downloads, etc–this is replaced by a shoddy clone of Discord’s (much more effective) popup menu, but you can only view one album at a time, and the default is your camera roll. And I remind you–you cannot switch between album view and gallery view. This is fine for those of us who take a lot of photos, but for those of us who mainly share art and work from multiple folders at the same time, it’s a huge problem.

Say I have two recently-created images in different folders, and want to share both with my friends.

Instead of taking five seconds, this takes five minutes, because this new “feature” is never explained in the, erm…tutorial.

Do not get me started on the tutorial. I went to it expecting some sort of explanation as to how to use this lumbering, Frankenstein’s Monster of a “program”, and was given no such respite.

First, you’re told to swipe something up from the bottom of the screen. Alright, fair enough.

Then, the cards make their first appearance.

I think this is one of the most insulting features of the program.

These…things, meant to show you how to use the program, spend the entirety of the “tutorial” forcing you to “update” your profile and create useless new groups that you didn’t even want to make. Choose a theme. Did you like the theme you chose? Good, now negate that choice by choosing another. Now change your profile picture. Yes, you do have to use the same terrible menu as before. Want to skip this tutorial? Too bad, these cards don’t go away until you finish! Scratch that, they won’t go away even after! Trying to escape by dismissing all these cards at once, I see! Too bad, they’ll come right back once you tap that “1” at the top of the screen! This is the future! Fuck what our customers think they want! They’re a bunch of brainless millennials! The chart knows better!

I’m half-convinced that this is Skype’s way of forcing you to throw away the old and begrudgingly accept the new.

It wasn’t until my second go at giving this…”program” a chance for review purposes that I finally discovered that the “tutorials” go away…once you complete all of them.

And yes–I installed this thing twice. I uninstalled Skype and reinstalled it through Galaxy Apps just so I could have the old, functional Skype.

I was actually convinced that the app being forcibly replaced was a strange fever dream until I saw that the beta–yes, the changeling imposter they randomly decided to give me was a beta, as in an app that is still in development.

But, getting back on topic, only once you play along and “give them a chance” are you granted the option to open the settings menu…which has no options to fix any of this mess. No autocorrect options, no enter key functions, nothing.

The only one I found even remotely useful was to change that godawful rainbow theme.

I’m gay. I love tits (in unlimited quantity), and I love rainbows…in moderation. I despise the default look of this thing. It literally hurts to look at because the colors are so painfully bright.

Thankfully, the app allows the small respite of a black and white theme, which actually looks quite nice with the format they’ve chosen for the new menu.

Although it does leave me asking why they ask you to choose a color scheme if it doesn’t affect the theme. I assume it changes how your messages or profile look to others, but I can’t really tell, as this update was thankfully not forced on any of my friends.

I actually spent ten minutes capslocking about it in a group chat, which I feel bad about in hindsight since none of them knew what the bloody hell I was talking about.

Now, as for things I do like–the idea of combining video messages and pictures into one section in the chatbox menu and adding in the option to draw and add stickers to both is fun and makes the chatbox menu a bit easier to navigate.

The option to send .gifs is also great, and you can also draw on the image and video files you send! That’s a really cool, really fun feature! If you added in the option to view pictures in gallery mode, this would be an extremely welcome addition!

The option to react to messages is…okay? I never really use that in Discord but I guess some people might enjoy it.

You can only really use six of Skype’s default emojis though, which is a lot more limited and really ruins the idea of it when you can just reply to the message with your own emoji or image, and the option to send .gifs also negates this effect since one of the things people use .gifs for is reaction images.

I really am not at all interested in the new Snapchat thing they have though, and taking up a whole third of the menu rather than just having a contacts thing is just silly to me. I’ve never used Snapchat in the first place, but if I wanted to, I’d just download Snapchat. This is really only furthered by the fact that there’s also the “Highlights” section–the thing that lets you view other peoples’ Snapchat things.

I really think that this would be a lot less annoying a feature if the option to create a Snapchat-type-thingy were inside the Highlights menu as a little bubble, sort of like the “plus” for adding contacts and starting calls in the bottom corner of the old app, except restricted to the Highlights section.

A also really don’t recommend forcing this as an update–or at least leaving it as the only option.

Just like how Windows 7 is still around for those who don’t like Windows 8 or 10, I’d recommend having it as a separate app–a more social-media-focused one–while leaving the option of still being able to download the old, communication-focused version.

But then, I also don’t know if putting an app up on the app store costs, and I doubt they’ll continue to support and patch an old UI so I can’t say how likely that is to happen.

Anyway, there’s my two cents on this random app.

[pllsetskyonice]

I don’t wanna hide us away

Otayuri Week Day 5: Fears or Encouragements 

Words: 1.4K

Featuring: several I Love Yous and a fandom that cannot stop poking their noses into business that isn’t theirs

AO3 link

It’s hard, dating Otabek.

It’s hard because Yuri’s only seventeen and some people have Opinions about him dating someone who’s twenty. It’s hard because Otabek is from a Muslim family, and although he isn’t practicing himself, he has no idea how his family will react. It’s hard because their relationship mostly consists of five hour Skype calls, a snap streak that’s over two hundred days long, playlists they share with each other on Spotify and kisses behind closed doors when they’re together.

It’s hard, and Yuuri and Victor have no idea how lucky they are.

Unlike the other couple, Yuri and Otabek can’t kiss at the rink side, they can’t post cute photos of them together on Instagram, they can’t get engaged and have Phichit scream about it all over social media. They can’t have any of that, and it’s so hard.

Yuri can count the number of people who know the true nature of his relationship with Otabek on one hand. There’s Yuuri and Victor, Yuri’s grandpa, then Mila, and that’s it. Their relationship for the most part is a complete secret, and although that’s sometimes a thrill, it’s mostly looking around corners and making sure no one is looking over their shoulders when they’re snapchatting each other: they can get explicit sometimes, it’s how Mila found out and Yuri does not want to deal with that again.

“Is that – oh my God, Yuri!” Mila had looked so shocked when she happened to glance over at her friend’s phone at the wrong moment and saw him open the snapchat that showed Otabek jerking himself off with the caption I miss you. “Is that from Otabek?”

“You saw nothing,” Yuri snapped, quickly locking his phone. “Shut up.”

“That was not nothing! Does he fuck you with that? How are you still able to walk? Was he a porn star in a past life or something?”

“Shut UP, Mila!”

And although it’s hard dating Otabek, it doesn’t mean Yuri loves him any less.

If anything, he loves him more.

-

Otabek visits for a week and everything about it is perfect. Yuri goes to bed the night after Otabek has got on a plane back to Kazakhstan with a smile on his face and the scent of Beka clinging to the sheets, his phone on do not disturb as he slips into sleep.

So he doesn’t see what’s happening until morning.

-

It starts off small. There’s a slightly blurry photo of them hugging goodbye at the airport posted to Instagram with the caption When you have to say goodbye to bae. Someone in the comments claims they overheard Yuri and Otabek saying I love you as they said goodbye, but it gets lost amongst the hundreds of other comments on the post and the world moves on.

It’s quiet for a few days, and then someone posts on Twitter Conspiracy: Otabek and Yuri have been dating for ages are we’re just too fucking blind to notice it. It soon starts drowning in likes and retweets once it’s made its way onto a few popular fan accounts, and before Yuri knows what’s happening, it’s gone viral. It’s trending. In the space of an hour, three different tumblr blogs are set up, along with at least five Twitter accounts and several Instagrams.

“Beka, I’m scared,” Yuri says that night when they’re on Skype together. “I just saw a Tweet that said ‘I’m going to prove that Otabek and Yuri are dating if it’s the last thing I do.’ Who says something like that? It’s fucking creepy.”

“I’m scared too, Yura,” Otabek admits. “You know I don’t care about the age difference between us but some people do, they’ve made that very clear.”

“Why? What are they saying?”

Otabek looks visibly uncomfortable even in the shitty webcam quality. “They’re calling me a paedophile,” he says quietly. “And I know that’s ridiculous, but I still can’t help but let it get to me.”

“Well that’s just fucking stupid,” Yuri snaps. “I’m not a kid, I’m above the age of consent in Kazakhstan and Russia and there’s only like two and a half years between us anyway. It’s only because I’m still seventeen that people actually give a shit.”

“I guess.”

“We haven’t done anything wrong, Beka,” Yuri assures his boyfriend. “And we’ll get through this, I know we will.”

-

yurabek

10 Reasons Otabek Altin and Yuri Plisetsky are Definitely Dating

1.       They’re literally childhood sweethearts! They first met at Yakov’s summer training camp when Yuri was 10

2.       The airport goodbye a couple of weeks ago where someone apparently heard them saying I love you to each other

3.       We all know Otabek loves music, right? Well, a close examination of his public playlists on Spotify include one called Kitten, which includes an odd mixture of rock music, love songs, and classical pieces

4.       They’re always together when they’re at competitions? Like ALL THE TIME

5.       “Davai!” need I say more

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 Anonymous asked:

So what’s up with prying into their private lives that’s not cool

yurabek answered:

Who said we were prying into their private lives? We’re not

2 notes                 #anon I am confused #ask #wank for ts

Anonymous asked:

Otabek naming a playlist ‘kitten’ though this shit is what I live for {x}

yurabek answered

SAME ANON, SAME

12 notes              #it is truly a blessing #ask #{x}

Anonymous asked:

Going through Otabek’s spotify listening in on their conversations at airports any of this ringing any bells

yurabek answered:

…it’s not us doing this it’s other people in the fandom we’re just here to bring it all together in one place

3 notes                 #yurabek4life #ask #wank for ts

Anonymous asked:

That doesn’t make it okay

yurabek answered:

Well if it wasn’t us doing it someone else would be: there’s several blogs just like ours, I’m sure you’re aware of that.

3 notes                #ask #wank for ts

j-jstyle asked:

don’t wanna stir things up or anything but I have to say I kind of agree with anon on this, it does all seem like an invasion of privacy. Like if they are together they have no obligation to tell us bc it’s legit none of our fucking business

yurabek answered:

That may be so, but like we’ve said before, if we weren’t doing this someone else would be doing it so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

23 notes              #ask #j-jstyle #wank for ts

plisetskyyuri reblogged this and added:

THANK YOU @j-jstyle FOR SAYING WHAT WE’RE ALL THINKING

24 notes              #can we just leave them alone please and thank you

-

“Dance with me.”

“What?” Otabek asks, looking at his boyfriend in surprise. “Dance with you?”

“Yes,” Yuri says. It’s the banquet after the Grand Prix Final and Yuri’s riding on the high of winning gold for the third year running and the knowledge that Otabek was only one step down from him on the podium with the silver medal around his neck. “Please.”

“But…” Otabek trails off. Yuri knows what’s going through his head right now, probably something along the lines of if we do this, they’ll know and we can’t go back from this once we’ve done it.

“Please, Beka,” Yuri whispers, holding out his hand. “We can’t hide from them forever.”

“What if they think –”

“Fuck what they think!” Yuri snaps. “It doesn’t fucking matter what they think, alright? What matters is that I love you. I fucking love you, Beka, don’t you dare forget it!”

“Alright,” Otabek says, taking Yuri’s hand. “Let’s dance.”

-

(“I told you so, Mickey! You owe me thirty euros!”)

-

yuri-plisetsky

[Image of Otabek and Yuri dancing together]

Tagged: otabek-altin

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phichit+chu wHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME I FEEL SO OFFENDED

Yuri+angels10 OMG OMG OMG #yurabek IS REAL

-

“Otabek, it’s your father. I didn’t want to leave a message but it seems you’re busy right now so I suppose I’ll have to. I just want to say that I’m glad you’re happy. I might not fully understand now, but I have faith that one day, my god will make me understand. Your mother sends her love, and your sister hopes that Yuri will come and visit soon. I hope to talk to you later.”

-

“Told you it’d be okay,” Yuri says later that night when they’re snuggled up in bed together. “Most people were just upset we hadn’t told them sooner.”

“I know,” Otabek replies, pressing a kiss against Yuri’s lips. “I love you, Yura.”

“I love you too.”

rest of the series on AO3 / tumblr