#shirtis

[rubinaitoart]

I love them, your honor.

takashi tuesday #3

Curtis was friendly, nonchalant and extraordinarily sarcastic. If Shiro had to put him under a label, it'd be chaotic neutral. He liked to think of himself as lawful good, he was a well-behaved, polite, straight A student. Mr. Owens said that he was a good kid and to be mindful of who he hung around, he assumed he didn’t mean Curtis but he’s starting to reconsider. Shiro was trying to focus on the lesson but the incessant tapping of the other boy’s pen was driving him insane. Curtis had his head down, resting on his folded arms, watching the pen he twirled and flicked between his fingers. He must be psychic because when Shiro glanced over, his blue eyes flickered up to catch his gaze. He quickly looked away but Curtis snorted quietly, ducking into his arm to muffle the noise. Shiro decided he should mind his business but the nudging of his leg drew his attention away from the board again. “Psst.” He heard from beside him. Shiro considered ignoring it but caved and turned “What?” He whispered back, only to be met with a note being slid into his arm. Trying not to look irritated, he collected it and discreetly unfolded the sticky-note. Which proved somehow difficult as the corners clung to each other because of the adhesive. He suppressed a scoff, he could have written this on a note card. He thought offhandedly, leaning down to read the tiny writing. ‘Is that eyeliner?’ Shiro was only confused for a second before it registered. He stiffened and stared at the note for a second, out of the corner of his eye he could see Curtis’ confused face. Before he could write a response, Curtis’ hand came into view and he scribbled something else onto the sticky note. ‘It’s cool don’t worry’ The writing was sloppy but he blamed it on the angle.  Shiro wrote back, ‘Yes’ Under his first question before hesitantly adding. ‘You think so?’ Curtis read it over with a small smile on his lips. ‘Yeah makes you look like one of those stage idols’ Shiro’s reply somehow captured his deadpan expression. ‘Like kpop idols?’ Curtis laughed out loud at this, Mr. Owens gave the two a suspicious look. They both looked suddenly interested in the ceiling and flooring.

Once he returned to his lesson, they both laughed, silently this time. ‘No like the American ones that try too hard’ Shiro gave him a flat look. ‘Wow thanks’ Curtis crossed out half of the sentence and rewrote ‘that look all flashy and cool’ Shiro stared for a second before Curtis leaned over. “That better?” Shiro rolled his eyes, peeling the sticky note off his desk, “Yes, thank you.”

Curtis laughed again, something Shiro found himself enjoying a lot. He was just so easy going, nothing seemed to bother him. He’d be lying if he didn’t wish he could laugh everything off like that. “Someones-” “Not paying attention.” Mr. Owens said from over their shoulders. Curtis barely flinched meanwhile Shiro had knocked his knees against his desk when he startled. “Sorry, teach.” Mr. Owens gave an unamused look in Curtis’ direction, who didn’t look sorry in the slightest. “I’m glad you’re making friends, but let’s try to pay attention to the less, you two.” He gave them both a stern look. “Sorry, Mr. Owens.” Shiro rubbed his knee, dipping his head. “It’s alright, Shiro, just make sure you know what you’re doing for your project.” He said, tapping the paper on his desk, he entirely missed them being passed out. “Right.” He said quietly. Once he returned to the front of the room, he frantically turned to Curtis who was already learned in. They nearly collided at the forehead before Shiro leaned back. “Uh-” “You want to be partners?” This surprised Shiro, he made a bemused expression. “It’s a partner project?” Curtis sat back in his seat a little more. “Wow, you didn’t hear anything.” “You were distracting me!” He said defensively. Curtis grinned and waved him off. “Excuses, excuses.” “Boys.” Mr. Owens pinched the bridge of his nose. Curtis did look somewhat apologetic. Shiro felt his face get warm and he decided he should probably ask for another seat if he wanted to make it through this semester with anything higher than a 60%. -- This is a direct continuation of this post, it can be read as a standalone but their introduction is over there, so its encouraged to read that first. Thanks for tuning in, See you guys next week, As always, Happy Takashi Tuesday!

[an-internet-introvert]

Poor Shirty

[federer7]

Cecilia Chancellor. T-shirty. London Underground. 1991

Photo: Nigel Shafran

[planningficmemes]

Castiel *confesses his love for Dean*

Destiel Stans*pointing to anyscene with Dean And Castiel where Dean is talking*: " This is Dean's confession, he confessed first"

[putuponpercy]

Did I ever mention my headcanon for Edward being so out of character in the later model series being partly down to him learning that BoCo, who had been sent to the mainland, could potentially not be coming back

[shepherds-of-haven]

Trouble should get a hat. Reason: the idea of Trouble touching the brim of his hat and saying "ma'am" is hot and seems like peak Trouble behavior

Honestly, hard agree. I also think he's the only one who could pull something like that off (other than Red) without sounding sarcastic glfdjgdgdf

[sombradusk]

would you now

[flipperbrain-awakes]

Poldark 2.10

D: Go to war Ross, play soldiers. Or stay home and save all of Cornwall... what it is to be married to such a great man.

I'm a glutton for punishment.

[snickerdoodlles]

Big is older than Kim so now he accidentally has a little brother. Someone send this child to bed and make him eat his vegetables. He’s not concerned, he just needs Kim in top shape for bitching and murder!!

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I don't see that personally? Kim does have ultimate little brother energy. he is THE baby of the family. Porsche sees him and goes "oooh new brother" in 2 seconds flat while Kim sputters confusedly in the back. I have a group of college seniors and peers who adopted the shy lonely angry kid in mind for Kim always, and Tortoise and I once came up with a whole roster of old/older neighbors on Kim's floor who dote on him. he just has that vibe 🤏

but Big doesn't have a caretaker bone in his whole body. not even caretaker cartilage. he's one of the best protectors! but he doesn't read as a caretaker to me.

I do think that of all the bodyguards, Big's the only one who doesn't mind Kim duty (he sat through like two sittings of Kim grilling him on Kinn's security before he realized Kim just wants Kinn safe and hey, he wants that too!). I think he does also want Kim safe, but that's mostly rationalized as wanting Kinn's-little-brother-whom-Kinn-deeply-cares-for safe vs any specific feelings he himself holds for Kim, and it doesn't really come out in the form of Big looking out for Kim's personal or day-to-day well-being, but rather Big helping Kim scheme and snoop. and I think of all the guards, Big is the only one Kim can stand (except for maybe, maybe Arm too, only on account that Khun really likes him and he's a decent enough informant) (Porsche doesn't count as a guard, obvs, which is something Big agrees with him on though their reasonings are different). I think that shoving them together has lots of fun opportunities for them to realize they actually respect and even kinda like the other, I just like even more when they don't have the faintest clue what to do with it. talk to each other? increased interaction? admit it? fuck no.

also it's just really funny to me if these two (emotionally repressed idiots) are in their weird limbo of not being able to label their feelings on That-Guy-I-Definitely-Don't-Care-About-But-Kinda-Respect-And-At-Least-Don't-Want-Dead (a high compliment considering their lifestyle tbh, not that they mean it that way either), then someone (read: Khun) drops the bomb "awww you made a friend!" on Kim.

Kim: what the fuck?! no I didn't! hold on, I'm texting Big this bullshit right now

(Big: what the fuck you are not my friend???

Kim shoving his phone in Khun's face: SEE!!!)

[lamardeuse]

uh...so what is up with this AO3 demographics survey that isn't affiliated with the AO3, claims to be a statistical survey but is run by someone with no background in sociology or statistics, and claims to be created to provide source material for future researchers but has no plan in their faq for how that survey will be archived or made accessible? judging by the feedback they've posted, it sounds like their "race/ethnicity" question is a hot mess as well. Anyone got any good info on this?

[takashi-tuesday]

takashi tuesday #2 | (1/2) | The Moon's Farthest Point (PT.1) [1] [2] [3]

“Please give a warm welcome to your newest peer, he’s a foreign exchange student. Would you like to come up and introduce yourself, Takashi?” Shiro winced but shuffled away from the door and towards the front of the class. “It’s Shiro.” He corrected politely, the teacher made a face but nodded. “My apologies, Shiro.” The teacher smiled warmly and stepped aside to let him talk. He glanced around the room anxiously, a lot of faces, most curious and excited, it was encouraging.  Before the nerves could stir up in his guts, he straightened his back, holding his hands in front of him. “Hello, My name is Shirogane Takashi. My first name is Takashi but-” A student raised their hand. He glanced at the teacher, unsure. He only nodded and gestured to him. That was sort of unhelpful. Shiro thought offhandedly, but called on the kid anyway.

“If it’s your first name, why did you say your last name first?” Shiro picked at his nails and gave a nervous smile. “Oh, that’s because In Japan, your peers. Coworkers, or anyone you’re not close to are supposed to call you by your last name.” The kid looked like they had another question so Shiro added quickly. “It’s just what I’m used to being called.”

The kid shrugged with an ‘Okay’ and settled back into their seat. He cleared his throat and started again. “Like I said, Takashi is my first name but I’d prefer if you all called me Shiro.” He tried to give an honest smile. The teacher piped up from his desk, “Why don’t you share some of your hobbies, your skills, just let the class get to know a bit about you.”

Having been put on the spot, Shiro frowned and rubbed his arm, thinking of things. Another kid in the back raised their hand, and the first thing Shiro noticed was he had very blue eyes. It was a random observation but he called on them anyway. “Hi.” Shiro waited for the rest, but silence followed so he greeted back. “..Hello.” They watched him for a second before adding. “I’m Curtis.” Shiro relaxed a little but wasn’t sure how to respond. “Hi Curtis, I’m Shiro.. I already said that, huh.”

Curtis smiled before leaning back in his seat. “What’s your favorite color?” Shiro glanced around the room, none of them looked surprised or confused, he spared another glance at his teacher and their small smile just indicated this wasn’t too abnormal or out of the blue. “Uh, probably black, well, some people don’t think black is a color, so, purple?” Curtis didn’t mind the slow responses. “I like blue, specifically baby blue.”

Shiro wanted to snort, he wondered if it was because it matched his eyes. Shiro hadn’t noticed the teacher standing up. “Thank you, Curtis, for that. Would you mind if Mr. Shiro here sat next to you?” The teacher had rested a hand on his shoulder and he stiffened up. “Oh, he does-”

“Sure.” He said easily, reaching over to move his bag from the seat beside him. He made a grand gesture to the empty school chair as if it was some kind of throne. Shiro giggled into his arm, playing it off as clearing his throat. “Well, if we have no more questions for Shiro, you can take your seat.” Shiro took a small step away from his teacher before bowing lightly.

He stepped away from the front and passed a few girls that giggled at him, he averted his eyes and quickly made his way to his seat. Curtis was leaning against his palm, elbow on the table. “Hey.” Curtis said again, Shiro sat his bag down. “Hey..” The boy grinned, “Fancy seeing you here.” It was stupid but he laughed at it anyway. -- Hiya! Sorry this one is a little short, I will have another post coming up later today though! (Please do feel free to point out any errors with Shiro's mannerisms. I've done some research but google isn't always reliable. Criticism is always welcome.) See you next time, happy Takashi Tuesday! :)

[st-louis]

10/21/23

[vermillioncrown]

from 21 -> 38 -> 49 -> 42 fucking pages and punching ms word formatting, my eyes are bleeding, i'm seeing shrimp colors, i need sleep and to have my spine put in a dough roller

it's time for a poll. we all know every bat has baseline derangement...

[28dayslater]

40 year old bloke at my work barking instructions at me: right so you need to do THIS, and then sort THAT, and email THEM,

Me: [sounding like shit] yeah I've spoke to-

Him clocking I'm slightly ill and changing demeanour immediately: oh are you not well love 🥺

Me: no 🥲

[brakingpoint]

No neurotypical can be a full time racing driver and then spend all their spare time sim racing, just saying.

i wasn't going to SAY IT but

[dancingplague]

Met an extremely grouchy and rude coin dealer today who was unsubtly miserable to have customers in his shop and very clearly had no patience for anyone who wasn't a serious collector. I was flipping through his discount bin and asked if he had advice on what would be fun to own as someone who wasn't a serious collector, because I can hold my own against a sales pitch and I was interested. He told me he couldn't give me advice on that but if I picked three things at random he'd tell me about them. Two of the things he told me about and the third he dismissed as terrible and worth nothing in spite of it being, uh, his shop, and then he told me he had no more time to speak to me. I told him I'd take those three plus a reference book, he tried to talk me out of it then gave me the bad one for free and took 20% off the whole order