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twinkleallnight · 4 years ago

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Marshmallow

(Part-4) Frozen thoughts

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Liam x MC, Drake x ??

For previous chapters: catch up here

Thank you @bbrandy2002 for pre reading.

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Frozen thoughts---

There is no going back. I have lost Livy. I am listless as I lumber around the lawns when my phone buzzes. It is Liam. I take the call.

“Yes Liam?”

“Hey, can u distract the Big B?”, he says in a hushed tone over the phone. He is referring to Bastein, the head guard.

“Where are you?”

“In my room. And he is right outside my door. Can you please come over?” he whispers.

“ On my way.”

Bastein, chief of guards, holds a special place in our lives. He was my father’s close friend for most of his life though half his age. But after losing my father, he has been that fatherly figure in my life. Since king Constantine keeps busy in stately affairs, Bastein has been there for Liam and Leo too. As much as he loves us all he makes sure to keep all of his brats--us--in check. Bastein has taken care of the former prince Leo, who had a very risqué lifestyle and always found Liam as very easy one to deal with.

Liam has always been the golden boy. The most well-mannered, obedient and disciplined of us all. He still agrees with Bastein's suggestions. What surprises me is why Liam needs to get rid of him? I sprint towards his room and I am greeted by Bastein’s stiff figure standing in front of Liam’s door. He nods and allows me to enter.

As soon as I see Liam, all the memories from few hours back, come rushing in. He has a mischievous smile on his face, which fades when our eyes meet.

“What’s wrong?”, he voices his concern. I sit down on the couch with a heavy heart, placing my head down in my hands. “Is this the same thing that was bothering you earlier at the lawn party too.” I nod. He sits besides me, a hand on my shoulder. “ Can I help?”

“Yes, it’s Livy.” I gather myself and fill him with all the details.

He is remorseful about what happened. When I finish, he speaks,“ I am sorry. It’s my fault. I should have at least called her. But,” he claps on my shoulder, “ I will make this right. I will make it up to her. Please relax. I promise you.” I gradually calm down after his persistence.

“How are things coming along with the social season and the suitors?”, I ask after some time. I see the playful smile return on his face.

“ Yes, about that...We need to be somewhere right now if you can help me.” He grins.

A look at my wristwatch and it dawns on me, “Oh! I am sorry! I totally forgot. Riley’s Cronut sneak out!”

“Sshhh! Quiet! That man out there has keen ears” Liam says in a muted tone.

“ Okay! Okay!”, I say softly. “ So what’s the plan?”

“ If I move out from the main door, he will surely follow me.”

“So, where do you want to make a getaway from?” I ask him, puzzled.

“From the window?” He looks at me, quite unsure.

“Crown prince of Cordonia wants to sneak out through a window to be with his girlfriend,” I chuckle.

“Oh yes, go on and mock me. Yes, I want... no, I will sneak out to be with her. Now stop giggling like a lass and come over here and help me! Once I am out of here, you walk out of the main door, pretending you are leaving me back in the room so that Bastein doesn’t suspect anything.”

“Sounds good.”

I help him out the window. He lands on the bush down with a thud and an ah and a ooh! I control my laughter and turn back to get out. I make small talk with Bastein appearing normal and then head out to the lawns. Riley, Max and Hana are all busy plucking thorns from all over Liam’s clothes.

“You good there?” I ask, amused.

“Yes, except that I landed on a rose bush full of thorns!” He stares at me.

“ Well, you need to pay the price to sneak out.”

After the clean-up, we walk to Maxwell's SUV and hop in. I take the driver's seat while Liam sits with Riley in the back seat and Hana on Riley’s other side. We get down at a pastry shop near the beach.

Liam takes the ladies to a table while I follow Max to place our orders. As we carry our food to the table, Max makes his signature dance move with a shout-out, “Cronuts here we come!” The girls laugh and we all plunge into the delicacy. Hana, Max and Liam try them for the first time so all the comments start pouring in after the first bite.

“Do you know the recipe, Riley?” asks Hana in her smooth voice. I notice she has a soft and low tone even when we are out of court. I feel like asking her if she always speaks so softly.

“Ahaan!” nods Riley, her mouth full. She is just the opposite of Hana with her heavy commanding voice.

“Please do share with me.” Hana requests politely.

Liam perks up,“ Thank you, that means I don’t have to be punctured with thorns anymore for a sneak out.”

“Oh, Liam, I’m so sorry. I put you through this.” Riley apologizes since it was her mastermind plan to do all of this.

“Riley, I don’t mind the effort if the result is so scrumptious, not to forget the company of my friends.” Liam assures her.

Friends--with that word, I lose track of the conversation. Not all friends, I feel. Livy's forlorn face floats in front of my eyes. I start missing her again.

Absent-minded, I follow the group as they walk out of the shop.

“Bastein, We...I… How did you know?” Liam stutters. I come out of my trance and see Bastein standing tall, right at the exit point.

Riley and Hana giggle, looking at Liam fumble with his words.

“Sir, I have had the honour to train at the hands of your elder brother. I hope you can grant me that much. Liam snickers at the mention of Leo. “The king awaits in his study to talk to you about some urgent matter.”

Liam returns to his stoic self. “ Let’s go back,” he says and turns to the ladies, “ Thank you so much for this little outing. I apologise I will have to cut this short. I will see you tomorrow.”

“Max, I trust you will drive the ladies back to the palace safely. Drake, you may walk lady Hana to her quarters from there.” Liam assigns us the roles and I glare at him. He knows well I don't do well with strangers, especially a lady! I could have escorted Riley; I know her a little but Hana…! I have hardly spoken a sentence or two in these two meetings.

To worsen the situation further, Riley insists on taking the front seat and I have to share the back seat with Hana. We drive down to the palace. While I get out to walk Hana to her quarters, Riley accompanies Max to the parking lot. As he starts the SUV,Riley shrieks, “Full speed ahead!" Hana and I both giggle, then walk away.

“She is a live wire”, Hana says.

“Yeah, may be the right balance for Liam,”

I stop in my tracks realising my remark must have hurt Hana. She is a contender for the same position, after all. “I am sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Hana kept treading on, “ You don’t need to apologize for something that is obvious. I can sense the heat between them. And believe me, I am perfectly fine with it.”

She sets me back on heel by saying that. “But you are officially a suitor in this social season. How is it that it doesn’t matter to you at all?”

“Grabbing the crown to be a future queen is not the only purpose for some of us. In fact, even Riley is not a crown chaser. Some people live for love!”

“Oh, you mean you have already found someone in your life.” I make my presumption.

“No. There isn’t anyone yet. But when it happens, I wish it to be as strong as what Liam and Riley share. Until then, I aim to prove my worth at working with the state affairs.”

“I understand. The royal court is not a piece of cake and Liam surely needs to build a fresh set of representatives who serve the youth.”

She smiles and turns with a twinkle in her eyes. “Thank you for walking me down. It was fascinating talking to you.” I realise we have reached her room.

“Pleasure is mine, Lady Hana. Hope to see you again soon.” I curtsy and turn on my heels.

My steps get sluggish as I cross Livy's chambers. ‘Is she awake? Is she listening? She said she can make out my footsteps. Should I wait to see if she opens the door and comes back?’ The whirlwind of thoughts push me slowly to my room and I hit the sack without changing my clothes. I drift into a deep slumber without effort, tired of the day’s events.

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Morning comes with a new hope. We are travelling to Lythikos today. The snowy north duchy of Cordonia that belongs to Duchess Olivia Nevrakis.

There is much to do before I leave. I quickly pack my bags and then make a run to the stables, instruct my assisting vet for things to be done in my absence. I rush back to my room, load my truck and drive safely to catch up right behind Max's limo. Riley is with him in there.

Liam and Livy had planned an early morning drive as she is the host and I am hoping that they have got time to talk to each other and smooth out the creases.

I can feel the chill just by the sight of the snow after almost an hour-long drive. Max and Riley have already moved inside the cosy chateau. I pull on my jacket before getting out. As I drag my bags up the entrance, I hear her. 'The Guanaco call', I always teased Livy, saying her sharp laughter sounds just like the lama and she hits back saying 'what better comparison can I expect from an animal doc?’

I spin to find her ice skating with Liam at the frozen lake. She is beaming, radiant and glowing again. I feel a surge of fresh energy watching her.

But I am staggered, I stand there, I don’t know for how long, just with my frozen thoughts.

#pixelberry #olivia nevrakis #playchoices #drake walker #liam x riley #olivia #the royal romance #king liam x mc #trr #trr fandom #hana lee #twinkleallnight #marshmallow

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honeybunny-sawamura · 4 years ago

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Chapter 1: First Meeting

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of harassment (nothing in detail)

Word Count: 1.7k

Author Note: yaho everyone! im celebrating my hubby’s birthday by indulging in my self ship! 💝 with an OC heheh this is my first time doing self shipping OxO i hope you like the stories i have ready

Daichi Sawamura will try and say he doesn’t believe in love at first sight. That yes, he can appreciate someone’s good looks at first glance, but to truly fall in love with someone he needs to get to know them. Only when he has seen all their hidden quirks, knows their favorites and inspirations, and can immediately distinguish their voice in a crowded room will he know that he’s absolutely in love with that person.

But… He’ll never forget the moment she first took his breath away.

There had been a string of harassments happening at the city’s skating arena. Apparently, it started off with it just being verbal, but things started to get physical and the perpetrator had not yet been caught. Officer Daichi Sawamura was accompanying Detective Takei, a hardworking man he respected, to meet up with the person who had called in for someone to investigate and catch the person(s) responsible. Daichi didn’t normally patrol this area but he had heard of some of the cases from a colleague. The victims were often young women and it always happened around nighttime when the perp could hide in the shadows. It was starting to affect the community and people were getting anxious; especially with the regional skating competitions coming up soon. Hearing all of this brought out Daichi’s protective nature and he already made it a priority to make sure that they catch whoever was harassing these innocent people. Detective Takei let out an amused snort at the determination set in Daichi’s features, knowing he picked the right officer to accompany him.

The two men enter the skating arena and shiver at the chill that hit them; the inside is way colder than the weather outside. There aren’t many people around: only four to five skaters with their coaches and a couple of others who could be friends or supporters. They’re all sitting in the stands, scattered about but close enough to chat with one another. The ice rink itself is void of any skaters which is surprising since the detective and officer had been informed that the competition is in a month or so and that practices were happening almost every day at every hour.

“We’re looking for a Mrs. Bessho. A middle-aged woman, somewhere between her 50s I believe. Taller than most her age, quite thin, and brown permed hair. She’s a coach to a young female figure skater.” Detective Takei tells Daichi as they scan the place for someone that fits that description while taking in anyone they think looks suspicious. They slowly make their way down the steps and closer to the ice rink, giving a curt nod at those who look their way. Daichi thinks he spots someone fitting Mrs. Bessho’s description standing at the rink’s sideline talking to a young woman all dressed up to perform. He points out the woman to the detective, who nods, and they both briskly descend the stands. They were just a few rows away from reaching Mrs. Bessho when music starts to fill the arena and the occupied stands bursts with cheering and hollering. The young lady who Mrs. Bessho was talking to, happily waves over to her small audience and then skates away from the sidelines. She takes a leisure lap around the rink, swaying a tad to the music, before heading to the middle of the ice.

“Might as well enjoy the performance.” Huffs the older man to Daichi, leaning on one of the seats at the end of the row. A hush settles over the ice as the music fades out and the figure skater sets herself in position, serene and confidence all in her pose. There’s a silent pause for just a moment until a riff of quick piano notes opens up and the rehersal begins. Daichi couldn’t help but become mesmerized by the figure skater. How graceful she skims across the ice and how her every movement, down to even the flick of a wrist, seems to tell a story. His eyes follow her every glide and every jump makes his heart leap along, wondering if she’ll stick the landing; impressing him without fail when she always does. Daichi had seen figure skating performances before, his mother and little sisters loved watching the competitions on TV, but he’s never seen one in person until now. He can see the appeal of it and why people held high regards for the sport. Daichi himself couldn’t skate for his life and to see someone do it so effortlessly and beautifully with all those spins and jumps, he thinks he could watch this young woman skate for hours.

But it doesn’t last for too long and before Daichi knew it, things come to an end. The small audience cheers and whistles as the young woman on the ice bows and waves to them again, a triumphant smile on her face. He watches her scan the stands and giggle here and there at her friends; even from where he stood, he could tell she was quite pretty. The young officer couldn’t help but feel something electrify through him when her eyes land and linger on him. She blinks at him, tilting her head slightly in curiosity. The figure skater gives him a small but polite smile and a bow before she is called to the sidelines by her coach, Mrs. Bessho, who Daichi remembers he and the detective are here to talk to.

“Come on, let’s go.” Says Detective Takei, breaking Daichi from whatever trance he was in. He nods a bit jerkily and follows the older man to the sidelines where the coach and figure skater were.

“- was wonderful! But remember about the turns…”

“Mrs. Bessho?” the detective calls out and the two women turn their attention to them; the elder a bit annoyed with the interruption and raising an eyebrow at the two burly men.

“I’m Detective Takei and this is Officer Sawamura. We’re here about the harassment problems you called about.” Mrs. Bessho’s face morphs from irritation to realization.

“Ah, of course! We spoke yesterday afternoon. Yes, I am Mrs. Sakura Bessho. And this is my protegee, Nozomi Hoshikai. She has had a run in with the harasser before, right dear?” The older woman introduces while the girl bows in a formal greeting. Daichi tries her name out in his head, ‘Miss Nozomi Hoshikai’ and he finds it sounds quite nice.

“Well, we’d like to take any information you have so we can pursue further with the case.” the detective pries.

“Oh, heavens! Where do I start?” exclaims Mrs. Bessho before spilling everything she knew and heard of. As she and Detective Takei talk, Daichi busies himself by taking notes but he’s a little distracted. His eyes keep drifting over to Miss Hoshikai, who nods every so often as her coach goes on. Daichi takes in her inky black hair that’s tied in a bun with a few ornaments adorning it. Her eyes were so dark, almost looking black if it were for the arena’s lights above to illuminate the brown hue in them. And a soft pink color dusted her beige cheeks; was it from the chill of the ice rink or from the exertion from the performance just now Daichi wasn’t sure. Noticing he was staring a bit too long, Daichi shakes his head a little to snap out of it and goes back to taking notes. But when his gaze goes back to Miss Hoshikai, his eyes meet hers. Both of them blink in surprise and turn away with cheeks growing warm in being caught looking at the other. Daichi clears his throat and interjects the older pair with having Nozomi recount her confrontation with the harasser.

“We’d like to hear your encounter with them, if that’s alright Miss Hoshikai?” he asks politely. Something tickles in his chest when the pink on the skater’s cheeks grow a tad darker. Unbeknownst to him, Nozomi likes the way he says her name. She complies and tells her story. While she does so, a frown grows on Daichi’s face as well as the need to protect gets stronger. Even though no real harm came upon her and Nozomi dismisses her experience with a “It’s not as bad as what the other girls experienced…” Daichi can’t help but get a tad upset and reply,

“Regardless! You shouldn’t have gone through that. You nor anyone else.” Nozomi is slightly taken aback by the officer’s words; honestly touched that this kind officer refuses to brush off her frightening ordeal. She gives him a soft smile in gratitude, and it brings back that tickle in his chest.

“Thank you…” she tells him. Detective Takei and Mrs. Bessho wrap up with a few more statements. Once he and Daichi have all that they can get from the two women, they decide to part from them and go ask the people around what they knew. The stands had cleared out while they had been talking but the older woman assures them that the others were probably in the lobby or outside.

“Thank you. We’ll see to it that the perpetrator gets caught once and for all.” the detective, along with Daichi, nod reassuringly.

“Thank you both for coming today and taking on this case. If we get anymore information, we’ll contact you.” Mrs. Bessho responds. The two men bow and when Daichi comes up, he notices that the young figure skater looks like she wants to say something but doesn’t know how to go about it. She opens and closes her mouth a few times then brings a hand to her mouth as if to ponder on what to say. Her brows are furrowed in what looks like anxiousness and the officer thinks back to her dreadful encounter that she had shared with them.

“If you ever need help, please… Don’t be afraid to call the precinct and ask for me.” Daichi offers to the young lady. He can only imagine how scared she and the others must be. If he can be of any solace to her, he’d do so in a heartbeat. Relief settles onto her features and she gives him a small nod,

“Thank you… Officer Sawamura.”

“I’m happy to help, Miss Hoshikai.”

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csykora · 5 years ago

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[A tabby cat curled up in the middle of a bubble hockey board. Or you, being comfortable in an athletic community that’s good enough for you]

Hiiiiii! I’ve been looking at ice hockey and it seems a cool sport and something that I might want to do as a hobby. Only Im disabled. Do you think I could still do the thing? Do you have ideas on how to start doing the thing? Ive often found it hard to do sports because coaches or trainers don’t know shit about disability and so have no clue how to teach you things or what you may or may not be capable of and telling them is useless because they make assumptions about your body and gah. Cheers

Hey—

Yes. Do the thing. Please go do it! I am not your coach, not your trainer, only friendly local bone witch—which I am very annoyed to have to say because you are a great athlete to work with.

Can I point out a couple things you just said?

You’re offering to do a trainer’s homework for them.

The early game didn’t have coaches. People milled on and off in whatever situations they felt like. Coaches and trainers came onto the scene so that someone was keeping track of who was actually good at what, when they needed support, and how to use them to best effect. That’s their whole gig.

Talking to folks on this blog, I’ve learned lots of people have this impression that capital-A Athletes have some factory-settings-standard body, any deviation a disaster (and they themselves can’t be athletes because they don’t.)

I think it’s very useful to smash this idea. Every athlete is a grab bag of weaknesses and weirdnesses, from old injuries down to handedness. Every coach longs to have three right-shot defensemen, and has made peace with the fact they’re not going to get them. Their job is to play with all the mismatched pieces they do have until they fit into a team.

If you present a coach or trainer with information about your abilities, and they don’t want to use that information, the problem you got right there is a shit coach.

Despite what the National League believes, there are more than 32 coaches in the world.

Throw a stick up here and you’ll hit another amateur coach. When we’re little, if we get a shit coach or PE teacher, we get stuck. That does real and lasting harm, which I am happy to go on at length about, but to flip it around:

Now, you are a big Zee, who wants to learn to play as a hobby, with the goal of having fun. That’s a powerful place to be.

I won’t say there aren’t stakes: you could get hurt, physically or emotionally. Sharing information about your body with other people to try to keep yourself from getting hurt all the time can be hard. Playing can make you feel physically accomplished and capable in your body, which is a deep need I think we all have, so having to back away if a team does turn out to be shit is hard. So I don’t say “you can always quit a team” lightly, but…there is no threat if you quit a shit team, no one (who matters) will get mad or make you go back.That means you can advocate for yourself, and if a reasonable shot at advocacy reveals that a coach isn’t just unfamiliar with how to do their job for someone with your disability but uninterested in doing their damn job for a disabled person, you can wave them farewell and find another.

Now, our goal is for you to find a good trainer, who just needs to be given information about what you (not someone with the ‘same’ condition, but you specifically) have got going on.

I’m going to tell you to look up an adult learn-to-skate program. Most rinks will have regular learn-to-skate and learn-to-hockey programs spaced throughout the year (often paired so you spend “first semester” on skating before the people who want to move up to hockey). Look up different rinks, talk to people about the rink culture and the coaches there. If you have the time, maybe spend a while hanging out there watching the open skates, local team practices or public classes, getting a sense what it’s like and telling yourself you have as much right to be in that barn as anyone else. Then sign up for a class. But first I want you to be devastatingly, Hepburn-ishly confident in talking about what your disability means for you.

From the information you’ve just given me, I don’t know almost anything I would need to work with you. You may or may not know that information about yourself already, but you can figure it out.

“Mild hemiplegia” is not a super-medical phrase. Hemiplegia is complete paralysis on one side of the body, where you are unable to move those muscles on purpose. A mild to moderate loss of muscle strength on one side is hemiparesis.

These terms are, to be honest, mostly used to organize medical literature. They describe very specific signs that might happen for a variety of reasons. Other symptoms like loss of sensation, loss of range of motion, involuntary muscle spasms, or loss/delay of involuntary motion (reflexes), which may or may not occur with plegia/paresis, have to be specified and described. If I were treating you I definitely wouldn’t describe your case as “hemiplegia”, I would call it “hemiparesis” with a lot more descriptive words around that (and I probably wouldn’t use either when talking to you).

It’s not that you used a word wrong. I’m concerned that 1. people have made you think you have to use A Medical Name for your disability for it to be taken seriously, but also 2. because the stroke happened so early, you’ve actually been denied care and opportunities to learn about it.

1. First, for the record, you don’t have to justify your disabled identity to me. And while I really (really) understand the self-protective urge a lot of us have to try to say, “my condition is really real and serious, it has a Real Medical Name, please believe me”, I think that (outside of a legal context where you’re seeking protected accommodations) that strategy often isn’t as useful as we hope it will be to communicate with other people in our daily lives. The people who demand to see your Really Medically Serious card before making accommodations will always find something else to demand, while people who aren’t trying to be assholes will be better able to help you if they know exactly, practically how.

It’s not that one way of talking about your disability is wrong, but I want you to talk about it in ways that are useful to you, that help you connect with other people and get you what you want.

2. I’ve worked with a lot of elders who have paralysis or hemiparesis from strokes later in life, after being able-bodied for most of their lives, and doctors and therapists jump right up in there teaching and training them to “recover” that “lost function”. They/their families can’t not know all the medical words just from hearing them over and over. But what often happens when a person is disabled since childhood is that…they aren’t seen as having “lost capacity” that can be “saved”, but as having a baseline “low level of function” that’ll never change, so much less attention is payed.

I’m using the air quotes because many people’s disabilities are present throughout their whole lives, and someone’s disability or disabled identity is not just a “problem” to be solved or gotten rid of. But people with disabilities grow and change, especially when we’re, you know, children. What often happens is that parents/authorities encourage able-bodied children to play, practicing motions and building up their bodies’ ability to move, while children with disabilities get benched from practice, benched from not just one activity but from being active at all, which means being benched from developing their bodies in the ways that might actually work for them, and from developing relationships with their bodies.

Proprioception, for example, is a combination of some fundamental ability/capacity/threshold/potential/whathaveyou and skill developed through experience that changes in context. Ever seen a baby? None of them know where the hell they are. A baby that can crawl is let loose to explore the world and bump into things that trigger their nerves until their body learns to fit all that sensation information together and use it. A baby that doesn’t crawl for some other reason often doesn’t get a chance to explore, to experience those sensations or train up that skill. And a kid that has a different threshold for stimulation, who naturally seeks out more or less or a different sort, is often stopped from stimming in ways which would provide their body information they could process.

As an adult, you get the chance to look at what you want to do and how your body can do it again.

So…

I want you to go throw a ball at a wall. Try to catch it. If you do any exercises already, sit-ups or pushups, do some of those. Run around the block, jump around on your bed. Stretch or just swing your arms and legs around. Find some small objects to use as weights and lift them, with either arm and then either leg (or set them on the floor and see if you can push them).

Work your way up your body one limb at a time, first thinking just about that limb on its own and then comparing the two sides after you’ve done them both. Don’t put a value judgement on anything yet, just pay attention: if your feet feel okay after running around, if you had more strength in one spot than you expected, if you had fun jumping, if there was a time you thought you might wobble but were able to correct, count that too! Think about each activity you did, the sensations around it, and whether that stim was satisfying, overstimulating, or not stimulating enough.

I want you to be able to go to a learn-to-play program, ask to talk with the coach at an appropriate time during the application or orientation, and say things like, “I have this condition. This is what it means: I have less strength with one arm, but I can move it as fast as the other, and with the same range of motion. I don’t grip items as well with one hand, or I tend to grip very hard. I don’t feel this type of sensation in this area, but I do feel that”.

Your coach is then going to recommend exercises to build strength in particular areas, or modifications to exercises so that you can do them without needing to use a particular area; they might have you try different equipment (find a tape job or adapted hand position that helps you keep hold of your stick, etc), and they may also encourage your towards and start training you for a particular position where you could do the most. When it comes to sensation, they’ll know to watch you closer for injuries in that spot that you might not notice.

This came in while I was applying to go back to university, and I bribed myself through the short essay section by pausing every hour to eat chocolate and sketch out what I would have you do for hypothetical positions and exercise plans. That’s still a long way off, but I’m very invested, so a couple things I want you to think about as you work towards the goal:

Keep sled hockey in mind. It’s not always a fit for people whose disability involves their arms, but it’s a cool community and most rinks will offer clinics where you can try out a sled and get a sense of the game.

How do you feel about getting hit with a puck? From your description, stickhandling and shooting may not be super fun for you. They may be, but if you give them a fair try and start to fee discouraged, try picturing yourself as a defender focussing on positioning or shot-blocking, or a goalie. Some people never ever want to do it, which is fair, but if you’re at all interested I’d love to see you try some time in goal! Everyone’s different but some folks the weight of the pads and the focused role can be really good stimulation. If your handling or footwork doesn’t feel great, goaltending would let you focus on moving your body more naturalistically as a whole to position in front of shots. And everyone else will love you for volunteering!

Write back and tell us how it goes!

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eimagines · 6 years ago

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old friend // jimmy darling

pairing: jimmy darling x reader genre: fluffy and smutty! summary: your family visit the freakshow to greet some old friends. jimmy and you can’t keep your eyes or your hands off of each other. warnings: spicy stuff, you already know. unprotected car bonnet sex lol x word count: 3800

a/n: prompt ‘the skirt is supposed to be this short’ requested by @gooberthemanatee ! hope you like it lovely, apologies for how long this took and my disappearance! this one is for you! also, I am working through all requests at the moment!

“Remember to be on our best behaviour today everybody,” Elsa announced over breakfast as she delicately wiped away food from off of peppers chin, “An old friend is coming to visit and I would very much appreciate making her and her children’s stay with us as pleasant as possible.”

“Who’s this old friend?” Bette asked quietly to Jimmy who sat facing her and Dot on one of the wooden breakfast benches.

“An old-timer,” Jimmy explained as he bit into an apple, “Her and her kids used to tour with the show back in the 30’s.”

“She was an absolute star, used t’ bring in hundreds in ‘er prime. It’s a real shame she’s taken ill.” Ethel spoke.

“A shame it is indeed, and we should feel privileged her one wish was to visit her old family.” Elsa finished.

“Why did she leave the show?” Dot asked, suspiciousness in her tone.

“Her eldest son went to college, got himself a great job and bought the family a home. And a giant home in the city is better than this dump, so they moved.” Jimmy explained glumly.

“Now don’t ya be ac’in’ all glum Jimmy. We ain’t got no bitterness towards ‘em. They the loyalist bunch we known. Never been a birthday or holiday we ain’t got a card off ‘em. Those kids always kept in touch on behalf of their mother, even when she got sick, precious [Y/N] must always ‘ave ‘er hands full without always writin’ to our lot.” Ethel scolded.

“Why couldn’t she ever write herself?” Dot asked.

“Well my dear, you see, some freaks are born with missing limbs, some, too many and some, like our old friend, aren’t born with any whatsoever,” Elsa explained.

Bette looked concerned.

“She’s not been in the best of health for years,” Jimmy explained upon seeing Bette’s concerned look, quieting his voice as not to cause any upset, “I think she’s on her way out. She’s been wanting to come back for years but never had a good enough excuse to do the journey.”

Almost as if on cue, a rickety old 1948 sky blue Austin 8 came clanging down the dirt road and into the front entrance of the freak show, it’s wheels coated in dust and it’s paint job chipped and slightly rusted. As soon as the wheels came to a holt the back two doors came flying open and two young boys - one no older than eleven, the other fifteen - charged out onto the dusty path with sticks in hand as they chased each other wildly. Pepper stood quickly, ready for playtime.

“Boys! Come here, if you’re gunna run wild and not help at least put sunscreen on. I’m not nursing you if you burn!” You called after them as you stepped out into the hot Florida air.

“Darling! Look at how much you have grown!” Elsa called as she hurried over to you, enveloping you into a big hug, “The boys too. Come come now I’ll help fetch your mother.”

The opposite car door was opened next and the specific old friend in question helped into a shabby old wheelchair. She was frail, weak, hard to hear as she spoke with a grave voice, but gave lots of love to her reunited friends as much as she could. Elsa helped with getting your mother out of the scorching sun, making your day seem a little less hard; Elsa looked as though she had appointed herself as the nurse for the day much to your relief. You had looked after your mother ever since you could remember, and cared for your younger brothers the best you could too. You almost never had a moment for yourself. To come back to the place you had grown up, be showered with love and given time to do what you wanted was a holiday you had prayed for.

The boys were occupied playing with Pepper as both familiar and new faces greeted and welcomed you. You had been born into the freak show, grew up around it. You hadn’t been back for ten years but somehow felt as though you’d been gone merely a week. You felt at home here. As much as you were thankful your elder brother had gotten you out of performing circus acts for a living and sleeping in a cramped little camper every day until you were 16, you’d missed the atmosphere of show life. You’d missed the laughs, the parties, hell, you’d even missed the fights and the hecklers. But honestly, you’d missed a certain Jimmy Darling more than any of that.

You could recognise his charming smile from miles away. His cocky stance, his slight smirk and his ashy blonde hair that shaped his face so perfectly. He’d bulked up since his teenage years, his build bigger and stronger looking. You caught his eye, standing at the back of the greeting crowd of people, his hands tucked away in his pockets shyly.

You approached him, thankfully, as Jimmy had worried you wouldn’t even remember him, too embarrassed by the thought he’d talked himself out of greeting you first.

“Jimmy, Darling,” you spoke his name fondly, the way his name rolled off your tongue spreading the feel of nostalgia coursing throughout your body. “What kind of half-assed welcome was that?” You laughed, as did he.

“Still got a mouth on you I see.” He smiles fondly, remembering how much trouble you’d get in for having absolutely no filter. Not to be expected of a “lady”. “I didn’t think you would remember me.”

“How could I forget my Jimmy?” You smirked. “I mean you sure have changed, but not that much.”

“Ahh yeah,” Jimmy held up his hands on display, “Still got these fellas, you saw them right?”

“No you dingbat, I’d recognise that smile of yours anywhere.” You giggled giving him a giant hug which he returned tightly with a laugh.

“We’re having a big dinner tonight to welcome you all back so wear something nice!” Elsa shouted as she scuttled into her tent.

“You guys gonna be okay stayin’ in this old thing?” Jimmy asked as you finished tying the last lace on your brother's shoes, sending him bouncing up and out of the open camping van door.

The old camping van you used to live in still sat old and rusted, collecting dust and homing spiders. It didn't look all that different from when you left. Everyone had tried their best to sweep and clean it up before you’d arrived, yet the heaters were broken and the sides of the van were worn down and gritty; you prayed that tonight wouldn't be too cold and harsh for you all.

“Course we will,” You responded confidently, “As long as the spiders stay at a regular distance away from me, I think we’ll be good to go.” You smiled. Jimmy, as gentlemanly as ever, had helped you carry your bags back home and even stayed help you with the boys.

“Y’know you don’t have to stay and help me with everything Jimmy, although I do appreciate your company,” You said with a smile as you got up from your seating position on the weathering couches in the rear end of the van and popped on the stove to brew some coffee.

“Yeah, well, what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t,” Jimmy asked, getting two mugs down from the shelf above your head causing him to lean into the back of you slightly. You felt your face heat up at the closeness of him behind you.

He washed out the mugs and set them down as you poured them full off coffee, the strong aroma filling the air quickly and masking the musky smell of dust that seemed to have seeped into every crevis of the place.

You sat facing Jimmy, chatting about where you had both been, what you had been up to. You couldn’t help but eye Jimmy up as he laughed with you. The way his cheeks lifted up so high when he smiled that his eyes crinkled and deep dimples showed.

“Does the Ferris Wheel still work?” You asked with a laugh, trying to distract yourself from drooling over your old friend.

Jimmy was thankful you’d brought up the wheel, he was wondering if his oogling of you was becoming noticeable. He couldn’t help being increasingly interested in you. He always had been, but seeing how strong of a woman you had become, how beautiful and confident you were, had sent his mind into overdrive. He noticed the way you shyly looked away when he made you laugh, the way your hair fell over your glowing skin and your smile seemed to light up the dark room you both sat in. He felt overly infatuated with you already.

“Barely, it’s still as rickety as it always has been.” Jimmy laughed along with you, a thought entering his head as he sipped at his hot coffee, “Remember that old car? The yellow convertible one we used to take out at night when we thought everyone was sleeping?”

“Oh my god!” You laughed upon realisation of your earlier teenage memories, “We used to steal the keys from Elsa and drive into town! And then one night we got super drunk and it rained and we left the roof down and Elsa had a breakdown cause her leather seats got wet!”

“We still have it y’know? It's not been runnin’ for a while, far too old for it now I think, but it's parked up past the Lake. After dinner, we could walk up to there if you want?” Jimmy offered.

You’d never said yes to a plan so fast in your life.

You’d been slightly embarrassed to leave the van for dinner that evening. You’d not brought a huge array of clothing for the trip, but you had brought along your favourite pencil skirt and blouse.

The pencil skirt accented your womanly figure, a glorious blend of both practicality and glamour. The bold red colour matched your soft white feminine blouse perfectly. The hemline normally skated just below your knees, but now hugged your body tighter than usual, the hemline resting on your thighs.

You’d thought about switching your skirt out for the pleated one you wore earlier, but Elsa’s instance on dressing nicely replayed in your head, and you didn't want to underdress and possibly offend.

You’d walked with the boys towards the main tent, food freshly prepared and filling your stomach with growls. No-one had really paid attention to your slight wardrobe malfunction; no-one but Jimmy.

As you sat and chatted to the new members of the Freakshow, sharing old stories and new, you watched him up as he stood leaning against one of the heavy wooden pillars. Jimmy had become a proud man, a man that you simply couldn’t take your eyes off. You noticed the way in which his redshirt hugged his broad shoulders and his dark eyes glanced over in your direction every once in a while. If you caught him staring he wouldn't look away; his confident glare both bold and endearing.

Once the boys were fed and easily distracted amongst all of the interesting people they had not been acquainted with and the hundreds of activities Salt and Pepper bestowed upon them, you snuck off behind the layers of curtains that separated the back of the stage to the front. Music and laughter got quieter and more drawn out as you carefully tip-toed amongst the darkness.

Everything was laid out exactly like you remembered it; the assortment of props, costumes, missing lighting rig pieces, ropes and chairs. You fumbled with a set of Jimmy’s juggling balls, remembering fondly how he’d nervously shake before going on stage, how he’d whisper his lines to himself under his breath, how his eyes shone under the bright lights of the red and white tent.

“You lookin’ for something?” Jimmy’s voice seemed to appear out of nowhere, startling you as your fingers grip on the balls diminished and they bounced onto the cold floor below. “Sorry princess didn't mean to scare you,” Jimmy said with a laugh.

“I almost forgot what this place looked like,” you said fondly as you bent down to pick the props up off of the floor, the dusty air filling your lungs and pink tones rising to the apples of your cheeks, forever flustered by Jimmy’s name calling. “How long is the walk to the car?”

“Not far at all,” Jimmy said, holding his arm out for you to take, “If you get tired I can always carry you there.” He said with a wink.

You gave him a playful smack as you laughed, taking his arm in yours, “Forever the flirt arent you, Jimmy?”

“I try darlin’.” He smiled down at you fondly.

“You look beautiful by the way.” Jimmy said, the heat from your cheeks brightening up your face, “Never seen a skirt so short in Jupiter before, and I mean that in a good way. You look great.”

“Thank you, Jimmy.” You smiled, maybe the skirt had shrunken for good reason. If Jimmy liked it, then so did you, and you’d wear it confidently, “Trying something new. The skirt is supposed to be this short.” If you spoke it into existence then you’d feel better about the machine back home having shrunken it.

The night air was cool, a slight breeze delicately blowing at your hair, the flags that lined the Freakshow waving back and forth. The stars were beginning to dot the dark night sky and the moon was full and round. You and Jimmy walked silently for a while, both of you not really knowing what to say but embracing the company of one another. The only sounds were the slight ripples of the lake's water lapping at its banks, the faded out music of the Freakshow and the crunch of dried grass as you both walked across the grounds.

The rusted bonnet of a yellow car brought you to a holt as you excitedly ran forward.

“Oh my god!” You laughed childishly, immediately grazing your fingers over the exterior of the car. The paint was chipped and rusted, the leather seats worn and outdated, the glass screen dusty and covered with a few fallen leaves.

“Told ya it was still here.” Jimmy laughed, his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the bonnet, “It knocked out when we got here. Shame we couldn’t get it runnin’ again.”

“This is so cool, I didn’t think I’d ever see this again.” Your eyes flickered to Jimmy, his skin catching the light of the moon making him look as though he was glowing. Jimmy was staring at you too, wondering how a little moonlight could make someone look like an angel.

“I’ve missed it here.” You say fondly as you join Jimmy at the front of the car, looking over the Lake to the red and white tents, the fluorescent lights of the entrance making the place glow in warm hues.

Jimmy sighed, following your eyeline to the Freakshow, “You deserved better than this place.”

You gave him a confused look, “I’m grateful for the life I have, don’t get me wrong, but not a day goes by when I don’t think of this place, these people. I miss you all.”

“A place like this isn’t a place for a woman like you, [Y/N],” Jimmy started, “You don’t wanna be my mama’s age and still livin’ this life. You had a chance to escape and you took it, and I’m glad you did.”

“You talk like you don’t have a chance to do the same.”

“Not with my flippers I don’t.” Jimmy spoke glumly.

“Oh Jimmy,” You sighed placing your hand on his own, knowing of his anxieties but never fully being able to understand his struggles, “This world will be kinder one day, more accepting. There will always be people willing to bring you down to bring themselves up, you just gotta know in your heart you’re the better person. Not everyone is so cruel out there, so you can stop talkin’ like I’m above this place cause I don’t look like any of you. We are all people. All equal. The world will realise it soon enough.”

Jimmy listened to the words passionately pour out your mouth, “Plus, how can anyone resist a man as handsome as my Jimmy Darling.” You both laughed fondly and you playfully shoved him. The way in which your hand had rested on his own and the way you called him ‘yours’ made Jimmy’s heart beat a little faster than before.

You watched the way his lips opened slightly like words were on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't get them out, his dark eyes drank you in against the moonlight, the way his curls fell in front of his face. The air felt a lot hotter now.

He watched the way your smile graced your face, the way your skirt hugged your waist and exposed your thighs as you leaned against the car. Jimmy couldn’t help his embrace of you. He took your chin in his hand, your eyes meeting his.

“Jimmy,” You barely managed to whisper out his name as his lips met yours with a surprise. His lips were delicate and soft on your own, it was sweet and passionate, not rushed or desperate. Your body relaxed into the kiss as your hands came up to cup his face, your lips moving against his own as his hands wrapped protectively around your waist.

You both smiled into the kiss, breaking away from each other for a moment, your foreheads pressed to one another, Jimmy’s arms still wrapped around you tightly.

“I’ve waited so long to do that.” Jimmy smiled down at you, scanning your face with a look of pure adoration causing fireworks to go off in your chest.

“You should have done it sooner.” You replied, kissing him again with a laugh, awkward teenage memories floating back through both your heads, neither of you confident enough to act on your feelings back then.

You were still leaning against the car bonnet, now making out deeply like you’d wished you had done years before. Jimmy had you trapped between the car and his body, kissing his way from your neck to your collar bones. You let out little breathy moans as his lips sucked against the tender parts of your skin, his hands teasingly grazing across your exposed legs.

Every so often he would look at you and check you were okay. He kissed your lips, sucking slightly at your lower lip earning him another moan that slipped from your mouth.

“Careful, you want everyone to hear?” He smirked as he moved to grab at your behind, lifting you slightly so you sat on the bonnet of the car your legs at either side of his waist as he continued peppering sweet kisses on your revealed skin.

“You have no idea how crazy you make me darlin’, when I saw you in this tiny skirt I felt like I couldn’t breathe,” Jimmy confessed. You could feel his growing anticipating rubbing against your clothed heat. You could feel yourself becoming more and more excited, your heart was pounding out your chest and your legs began shaking in anticipation.

Jimmy slowly moved his hand up your thigh, rubbing his fingers delicately over your clothed wet pussy. “Please don't tease me, Jimmy.” You said, lust clouding your eyes as you practically begged for more friction between the two of you.

“I’ll do anything you ask baby.” Jimmy giggled at your impatience, lowering himself between your thighs as you lay back, letting the bonnet of the yellow car take your whole weight.

Jimmy could barely contain his excitement at finally getting to stick his head between your legs, he eyed up your lacey underwear, using both hands to delicately pull them from you.

He was an experienced man who knew his way around a woman’s body, and whether the women of Jupiter wanted to admit it or not, Jimmy was a catch in bed. You looked down at him, peppering your thighs in kisses, yanking your skirt up higher so you could watch him as he began to eat you out.

He licked at your clit and you immediately let out a moan. He used his tongue expertly on you, going slow, then quickening his pace, flattening his tongue and sucking delicately on your most sensitive area. Your hands found their way into Jimmy’s curled locks. His dark eyes drank in the sight of you, breathing heavy, eyes shut in bliss all at his doing.

He teased your wet entrance with his long fingers, pushing them in a little and then removing them all too quickly. He knew just how to build the pace but you were becoming impatient. You wanted him, all of him, and he could tell.

He stood straight from his position, grabbing at your thighs and pulling your body closer towards him, his clothed cock rubbing at his jeans. He leaned forward helping him fumble with his belt. He gave you another kiss, this time the desperation written on his face, letting his jeans and boxers drop to the floor.

It wasn’t long before he’d delved his large member into you, the moans that fell from both your mouths loud at the feeling of your tight walls wrapped around his cock. His hips moved slowly but deeply against your own, the feel of his throbbing cock pulling out you and slipping back in sent your mind into overdrive.

Jimmy soon picked up the pace, somewhat desperate for his own pleasure to be fulfilled. He moaned your name, the sounds of profanities spilling from his lips and the skin slapping against skin drowning out any of the other noise the surrounding nature could conjure. One hand held Jimmy’s shoulder whilst the other you used to stimulate yourself, his cock driving in and out of you deeply, both of you sweating, chasing the familiar euphoric feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Jimmy moaned, watching as you took your bottom lip in your teeth, eyes heavy and dark as you watched him fuck you, “You look so hot.”

Your breathy moans become louder, your hand desperately moving against your clit as Jimmy continued to fuck you into the bonnet, “I’m so close.”

Jimmy took this as an opportunity to rip the buttons off the front of your shirt, latching his mouth onto your exposed nipple, grabbing your thighs and fucking you as hard as he could. The cool metal of the car rubbing against your backside harshly as the tight coil in the pit of your stomach released and you came all over his cock.

The feeling of your walls convulsing against him, the wetness dripping all over his cock, the sounds of his name falling from your mouth, the sight of you coming undone beneath him sent Jimmy into his own orgasm. He groaned, moaning out your name, his thumbs digging into your hips as he came inside you. He collapsed on top of you, both of you a sweaty heavy breathing mess.

You started to laugh.

“What?” Jimmy asked breathlessly, a smile so big on his face his dimples looked like craters, “What are you laughing at?”

“I can’t believe we just had sex on Elsa’s car.”

Jimmy laughed along with you.

“We can try doing it somewhere else next time then.” Jimmy gave you a cocky smirk, his eyebrow cocked as he slipping his jeans back on and helped you off the bonnet.

“You wish.” You replied playfully.

“I certainly do.”

A/N: Decided to lay the whole skirt thing out in a way that made sense for the time-period as short skirts weren't a fashionable choice until the mid 60′s if my research is correct!

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eldritchsurveys · 5 years ago

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681.

do you like to watch sports? >> The only sport I enjoy watching is figure skating.

have you seen the movie Space Jam? >> When I was little, if so. I have a vague recollection of it that may be a memory of watching it, but it also may just be pop culture osmosis.

have you ever taped your fingers together? >> I don’t think so.

do you wet your toothbrush before putting on toothpaste? >> No, I wet it after.

do you like rice? >> Sure, but particularly coconut rice.

where is your perfect partner? >> ---

does it snow where you live? >> Yes.

do you live near any beaches? >> I live about an hour away from Lake Michigan, so there are lake beaches.

have you ever made a clay pot on a pottery wheel? >> No.

what is your favourite flavour of chips? >> Salt and vinegar, salt and pepper, any good spicy flavour.

do you like iguanas? >> I don’t have an opinion on iguanas.

are you afraid of spiders? >> Not at all, they are all my children and I love them.

can you spell MISSISSIPPI very fast? >> Yeah, because I say “double-S”/”double-P” and that makes it flow real fast.

did you ever do those hand clapping game things with your friends? >> I’ve done it with same-age-range family members, and that’s as far as my recollection goes.

can you run into a jump rope and continue jumping? >> No, I was never able to do that for some reason. Poor depth perception or something. Or maybe just the fear of being hit by the rope(s).

do you take lots of pictures of yourself? >> No, not anymore. Most of the current photos I have of myself are from the wedding/honeymoon, because I dressed up a lot that week.

do you wear headphones or just blast music with your speakers? >> When I’m home alone I use speakers for music, mostly so I can hear if the doorbell rings or the cat does something stupid, stuff like that. But generally I prefer headphones.

have you owned any pens with feathers on the ends? >> I don’t think so.

could you make a good dinner without using a recipe? >> Probably.

do you have an electric pencil sharpener? >> No, I don’t even use those kinds of pencils.

liquid or tape whiteout? >> Tape whiteout is really convenient, but I haven’t used whiteout since I left school.

where have you always wanted to go? >> I mean, a lot of places, I guess.

what question do you most want to have answered? >> ---

do you mimic people in voices that sound nothing like them? >> No, but we have this funny, dopey voice for narrating what we imagine is going on in the cat’s head.

what is the title of the last book you read / current book you're reading? >> The last book I finished was Big Magic. The book I am currently reading is The Institute.

do you get butter / margarine on your popcorn at the movies? >> I don’t get popcorn.

are your nails painted? >> No. Maybe I’ll do that. Been feeling really down on this mortal form recently so maybe I need to do something fun to it to even it out.

have you ever painted a room in your house? >> We live in an apartment complex, so, no.

what colour is your printer? >> ---

whose handwriting is the nicest? >> No shade, but most of the people I know have pretty bad handwriting, lol.

what was the first thing you ate today? >> Veggie burger and chips.

blue or black ink pens? >> Black.

spending the day shopping or lying on the beach? >> I wouldn’t want to spend an entire day doing either.

duct tape or 'duck' tape? >> I mean, it’s duct tape. For taping ducts. I think there’s a brand of it that riffs on the “duck” thing, though, which is cute.

do you like spicy food? >> I sure do.

when was the last time you wore flip flops? >> I only wear them as shower shoes, so, the last time I showered.

what time will it be 20 minutes from now? >> 10.10a EST.

do you ever miss being a little kid? >> I sure the fuck do not.

do you wear perfume / cologne? >> I wear a roll-on oil.

do you have any trinkets on your keyring? >> Yeah, I have an X-Files one that’s Mulder and Scully hanging from a UFO (it’s really cute), and a guitar plug that used to say “Trans-Siberian Orchestra” before all the text rubbed off. I should take it off, it’s kind of pointless without the branding.

is biting your nails one of your habits? >> Nope, never developed that one.

are you a frequent user of YouTube? >> Not frequent, no, but I do watch it. Sometimes I get into specific kinds of videos, like right now it’s FFXIV and Elder Scrolls videos.

do you ever go out walking / jogging / running for fun? >> No. I will probably have to learn to like it, though, because it’s the one exercise I can regularly do, and I should probably temper my sedentary hermit nature with some form of activity. Whether I will be successful or not is always the question (and the answer is often “no”, but I guess I should at least keep trying).

do you ever wish you had an amazing sibling like they do in the movies? >> No. I don’t recall ever really wanting a sibling.

do you like to wear skinny jeans? do they look good on the opposite sex? >> I don’t really enjoy wearing them, per se, but it’s kind of a “path of least resistance” kind of thing -- finding clothes I can wear at all is difficult enough and skinny jeans are so ubiquitous that it’s easier to stick with those. My actual ideal wardrobe is just, you know, wizard robes and sweatpants.

are you supposed to be doing something more productive right now? >> Nah.

have you ever used your gluestick to trace a nice circle? >> I mean, maybe? I don’t know.

do you bring out your cell phone / music device when you're alone? >> I mean... yeah? Or whatever other device I have with me.

do you have a calendar up? what's its theme? >> No.

#surveys #survey #random survey

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mikeoliveri · 5 years ago

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Your “Good Ol’ Days”are Bullshit

I keep seeing these “good ol’ days” posts on Facebook, and it’s driving me nuts. So let’s break this shit down:

I am from Central Illinois ,when I was 10 yrs old the area code was (309) for every phone number.

What’s the point of these “only one area code” comments? That the poster is too fucking stupid to remember their friends�� phone numbers, or that they have no friends outside of their shitty little town?

We wore clothes our parents bought us .You thought your parents were rich if you went to JC Penney's.Shopping at K-Mart for a blue light special while eating the popcorn and drinking a Cherry Icee, and maybe stopping in the KMart cafeteria for a meal and an apple dumpling.

First, apparently back in your day, they didn’t teach you how the space bar worked. Second, I have no idea if this is supposed to be a shot at rich kids or if it’s bemoaning bankrupt stores.

Eating ice cream was the treat on a hot day.

Do you really think it’s not anymore? Or are we taking a shot at millennials and iced coffee?

Riding anywhere in the car with no seat belts on, riding in the back of a pick up truck and drive in movies, the popcorn in a brown paper bag with so much butter on it you could see it seeping through.

Yes, because it’s stupid to give a shit about safety and your health. Ever consider there’s a reason highway fatalities have dropped significantly since then? And you can still get popcorn with that much butter, dumbfuck, but why not just save yourself some time and have them fill a soda cup? Pop a straw in it and drink up without the mess.

25 cents got you 25 pieces of penny candy

Where to start. Maybe we developed a taste for something besides a congealed lump of sugar? Also, a part-time job got you a car and a college education. How deep into this “siddown, boomer” rabbit hole do we want to go?

You took your school clothes off as soon as you got home and put on your play clothes.

Let’s not pretend everyone can afford two sets of clothes per day, mkay? And if my generation is the product of your generation, I never had separate school clothes and play clothes, either. How is that our fault?

We had to do our homework before being allowed outside to play.

You don’t get to make this complaint and complain that kids never go outside anymore (below). Furthermore, I’ve been working in education for 20 years now. The percentage of students not getting their homework done (and the percentage of parents who just don’t give a shit about their kids’ homework) has been a constant.

We ate dinner at the table as a family.

I can point to a lot of families who would love this opportunity, but when both parents have to work, kids are being thrust into six different activities, and student athletes are desperate for scholarships to be able to afford school, it gets a little difficult.

And even then we��re only talking the families who can afford it.

We walked to school. There was no taking or picking you up in the car lol!

Yeah? Which generation started the helicopter parenting? Here’s a mirror to help you figure it out.

TVs didn’t have remotes, we had to actually get up to change the channel.

I guess this is a positive because it helped you walk off the calories from the popcorn butter and penny candy?

We played Mother May I, Hopscotch, Cowboys and Indians, Cops and Robbers, 1,2,3 Not It, Red Light Green Light, Red Rover, Hide & Seek, Truth or Dare, Tag, Baseball, 4 square, Kick Ball, Dodge Ball, rode bikes, played flashlight tag, spent the night outside in sleeping bags on the front lawn!

No, you’re right, kids have never heard of these games. They go out to recess and just stare at each other. At the park, they sit and watch grass grow.

Girls could spend hours roller skating in the driveway, playing Barbies or house.

*sigh* Let’s just agree you’re a sexist fuckwit and move on.

Boys and girls played football in the yard , or shot baskets. Staying in the house was a punishment, the only thing we knew about "bored", "You better find something to do before I find it for you!"

Have you not driven through a neighborhood in the last fifty years? Or do you just not see them because you’ve called the cops on them for playing basketball too loudly, too late at night, or both? (Has happened twice in my town within the last year.)

We ate what mom/dad made for dinner or we ate nothing at all.

I’m going to say this is one more example of a boomer seeing one parent allegedly spoiling a kid and assuming all modern parents spoil their kids. Do all boomers think this way? No, but it’s definitely a trend I see in my parents’ generation and many of the grandparents who visit the school. They see some crazy-ass story about something stupid one parent or school administrator has done, and they assume it’s a universal truth about all parents and schools.

It’s also possible you were just a shitty cook.

There was no bottled water; we drank from the tap or the water hose (hot).

Now we know there’s lead in our pipes, and we’ve actually read the list of contaminants in the local drinking water. There are also people who can set their hose water on fucking fire thanks to fracking. Shut. The. FUCK. Up.

We watched cartoons on Saturday mornings,

My kids can watch their TV shows whenever they want, and I wish I had the same capability when I was a kid rather than having to schedule my free time around advertisers’ wishes.

Also, their TV shows are more than just thinly-veiled advertisements for toys. Their shows have both better writing and better production values, and my kids can pick and choose the shows they like rather than just what happens to be on.

and rode our bikes for hours without a cell phone.We weren't AFRAID OF ANYTHING.

But you sure as shit made us afraid of everything because, again, you assumed the scary story the TV man told you about a kidnapper in California meant any one of your neighbors could snatch us off the street at any moment. You had zero knowledge of statistics and demographics, much less about the relationship between the two. In my town, it’s your generation who is afraid to go into the two nearest cities because you saw a black man’s mug shot on TV.

If someone had a fight, that's what it was and we were friends again a week later, if not SOONER.

It’s also your generation that screamed bloody murder when your kid got in a fight at school, and you demanded the other kid be suspended because your kid is harmless and was minding his own business.

We played til dark, sunset was our curfew.

Now it’s our kids’ curfew, too. Not because it’s dark, but because you call the fucking cops when you hear kids playing outside past your bedtime.

School was mandatory

HAA! Yes, because truancy laws are totally not a thing anymore.

and teachers and police were people who you could TRUST and respect.

Despite what Fox News would have you believe, they still are. There absolutely are neighborhoods, schools, and police departments where you can’t trust the teachers or the cops. We have plenty of examples of police murdering, abusing, or raping citizens. We have plenty of examples of teachers abusing children, physically and sexually. In many cases, we have this shit on camera.

The difference between our generation and yours is we understand what we see on TV or on Facebook is not a universal truth. We want criminal cops held accountable, but we support law enforcement as a whole. We’re totally okay with abusive (or incompetent) teachers being removed from the job, but we also understand tenure is an important incentive for schools to retain teachers long term (especially given the current situation for teachers in the great state of Illinois).

We watched our MOUTHS around our elders because ALL of our Aunties, Uncles, Grandpas and Grandmas were also our PARENTS (they COULD & WOULD WHOOP Y'ALL!,) and you didn't want them telling your PARENTS if you misbehaved.These were the good ole days.

And there were no long-term consequence for any of this physical abuse ever.

Kids today will never know how it feels to be a real kid. I loved my childhood...!!!Kids these days will never understand how we grew up!!!

There are a lot of differences between my kids’ childhood and my own, and you know what? I’m okay with it. I’m actually interested in their points of view. They have a much broader view of the world than I was ever given, and as a whole, this generation is far more tolerant, open, and empathetic than my generation was--or was allowed to be--at their age.

Take your “good old days” bullshit and shove it up your ass. Maybe if you made an effort to connect with your grandkids rather than shouting at them, you’d actually learn something.

#good old days #golden years #boomer bullshit #boomers #okay boomer #sit down boomer

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with every drop of rain singin’:

Her eyes are as green as Faron’s forests, and they glisten with tears.

“Do…Do you really remember me?” she asks, her voice shaking as she begs, “Please, please say that you do.”

Link stares at her, at this beautiful girl he only remembers in thirteen fragments, and shakes his head. He doesn’t remember that much about himself, but he knows that he’s not a liar. “Not all of you, Princess.”

Something in her face changes, her eyebrows on the verge of furrowing. “Princess?”

Frowning, Link nods. “Princess Zelda. I…I am getting your name right, right?”

Right? He doesn’t remember hearing it that much in his memories but it’s what Rhoam said on the Great Plateau, that his daughter is Princess Zelda and that he had to save her as soon as possible-

“Is it?” she asks. “My…My name is Princess Zelda?”

“What…” he trails off. “What do you mean? You don’t…You don’t know your own name?”

Link finally saves Zelda from Calamity Ganon's clutches, desperate for her to tell him who he is. It turns out she doesn't know him, either.

the goddess’s chosen guardian:

The first Impa, back before Hyrule was founded, back when this land was simply called The Surface, was a tall, imposing figure robed in black, tasked by the Goddess Herself to protect whatever mortal, human form She took when they would eventually meet again.

There is exactly one surviving record of her existence, a cracked stone slab where a tall black figure with white hair leads a smaller blonde in pink to a blessed pond surrounded by sacred waterfalls, inside of the secret room in the Elder’s house that only a select few people know about. They do not know who painted such a picture, and they do not know how the slab has survived this long without crumbling into dust.

How Impa was born

a thing that doesn’t change with time:

The woman in white visits his shop often.

“What are you looking for today, ma’am?” Amik asks from behind the counter when the bell on the door announces her arrival. “More yarn?”

(She’s been coming to him almost every morning for months, and still he doesn’t know what her name is.)

“Yes, you know me so well,” her voice always has a sort of…ethereal quality to it that he can never actually describe. It’s like…It’s like if honey and sugar had a baby and named it Kindness, or something, it’s-it’s warm in a way that the sun could never be, even during the hottest of summers, and the smile she gives him wraps around his very soul and comforts it with a hug. “How is business lately?��

“You’re still my only customer!” he calls as she disappears into the many shelves that are lined with every item he could find during his daily walks: string, yarn, leaves, rocks and jewels, sticks, arrows-

“You’re selling bugs now?” her voice echoes from the back of his store. “So many beetles!”

“They’re my favorite!” he shouts back.

How Hyrule's greatest salesman got his start.

kiss and cry:

“It’s just one step,” Link coaxes, holding out his hands, the blades of his skates somehow still on the ice, his body solid and his legs unshakeable, “I have you.”

It’s what he said to her after the Yiga ambush in the desert and she couldn’t breathe through her tears, caught in the idea that she was going to die. He broke every single protocol that was drilled into him by their fathers and curled around her in the sand, holding her in his arms until the knot in her chest loosened and she could tell him to let go.

I have you, he had whispered in her ear, speaking more than a word to her for the first time since the day of his assignment, You’re okay. I have you.

“Just one step,” she echoes, and takes it, stepping out onto the ice and slipping her hands into his.

Before, Link teaches Zelda how to ice skate. After, Zelda returns the favor.

chicken:

Princess Zelda has fruitcake crumbs on her mouth.

“Straighten your spine,” she instructs.

It doesn’t bother Link, not really, but all he can do is stare at the golden flecks of sugar left on her lips and wonder if it would be rude of him to kiss them clean.

My submission for Day 1 of Zelinktines, "Lips"!

resurrection:

When the Master Sword shatters against the skeleton’s skin, Link’s arm burns.

The Master Sword breaks. Link suffers the consequences.

fetch:

He keeps bringing her things.

As they say in Hyrule, you can take the Hero out of the Wolf...

i need somebody to remember my name (after all that i can do for them is done:

Like all things, it starts with light.

Light, as a phenomenon, is something wonderful, something gracious, something warm. It’s something to be looked at and cherished, brilliant and blinding, beautiful in its intensity and burning in its pain.

It’s why, when the Deku Tree is born, but the first sprout blooming from the cracked, ravaged earth of the Surface in the aftermath of a war between the very gods that made it, it does not turn its leaves to soak in the light of the sun that is still covered by ash, but instead the orange glow of firelight from a distant mountain, the only source of warmth in an otherwise cold, frigid world.

Deep beneath the ground, its roots tremble with a weak, Hello.

The mountain leaks liquid fire that bubbles in response, a muffled, Hello.

At the beginning of a new world, two forces of nature meet. As it prospers, they collide. As it ends, they break.

At the beginning of a new world, two forces of nature meet.

OR OR

the deku tree and death mountain are in love okay

cost of living:

“I’m heading into town to buy food,” he tells her, welcoming the chill of the air, “I won’t be long.”

“All right,” she says, covering the safflina seeds with soil, “Do you need more?”

More? Link looks down at himself, confused. More what?

Link finds extra money in his wallet every month, something he chalks up to him being bad at math. Unbeknownst to him, Zelda thinks he's her landlord.

something borrowed:

He is ancient, too, he knows. It’s all anyone says about him anymore. No one he remembers meeting on his initial quest recognizes him except for Impa, Purah, and the Sages. Maybe it’s because his arm is not his arm and all that was ever important about him was that there was a special sword in his hand, because he isn’t following three steps behind the Princess whenever she shows her face in public, because he’s nothing but a legend to the kingdom he died to protect a hundred and some years ago, fading away with the passage of time.

Link's arm is not his arm. Zelda is not his Zelda. He struggles to reconcile when both are returned to normal.

OR OR

A during and post-totk fic where I explore Link's disconnect from Rauru's arm, and his emotional state after learning the truth about the Light Dragon.

fic masterlist

it's about time i made a masterlist, so here it is!

ONE SHOTS:

your obedient servant:

You are born at the edge of time, brought into being by a woman who calls herself Hylia.

The story of Fi, and her unending loyalty to the Masters she's served.

(part one of the aftermath cinematic universe, underrated and one of my favorites. fi rights!)

you got the world on its knees (now make it beg):

It is said that the kingdom of Hyrule is cursed, and that its people live in the shadow of the greatest Evil this world has ever known: Queen Zelda and her immortal Swordsman.

To the rest of the world, Hyrule is terrifying.

(evil zelink, no plot just vibes)

as the sun sets on this world:

https://href.li/?https://archiveofourown.org/works/36723541

A dark mass of fur trots up to her, a dead fox in its mouth, and Zelda braces herself for a fight she knows she can’t win.

It’s a giant black wolf with strange white markings on its face and startlingly clear blue eyes. It just stands in front of her, staring, before it drops the dead fox at her feet and sits. Its tongue lolls out of its mouth as it pants, licking the blood from its lips, and stray droplets plink against a metal cuff shackled to its front left foot.

That’s strange, she thinks. Why would a wolf be held captive?

(And is its tail wagging?)

The Master Sword buzzes, rattling in her hands, and the wolf’s eyes light up before it pounces.

After the Calamity strikes and her Hero falls, Zelda, wracked with grief, must return the whispering Master Sword to Korok Forest. She does so with a Good Boy by her side.

this world is cruel (but you are so beautiful)

Mikasa is warm against his side, and when her hand comes up to hold his sleeve Eren’s voice falters just a bit. Her breaths puff against his ear, growing slower and slower the more he talks.

He finishes the chapter about the girl who became friends with a monster, and he glances over to ask Mikasa if she wants to hear another story but stops himself the moment he opens his mouth.

She’s fast asleep, the lower half of her face nestled into her scarf and her twitching fingers wrapped up in his sleeve.

Eren, as close to her face as he is, can’t help but stare. He’s never had a girl this close to him, before, and Mikasa...

Well, like his father had told him in an effort to get him excited to meet her, Mikasa is very pretty.

seven times eren watched mikasa sleep and one time he woke her up.

(my first attack on titan/eremika fic! ending spoilers galore!)

MULTI-CHAPTER:

aftermath:

The Calamity is dead, and Link never thought he would actually succeed. He is, somehow, still alive.

So is Zelda.

Link and Zelda won. This is the aftermath.

(part five of the aftermath cinematic universe, complete, my first fic. if you like going in depth about the zelda lore and bending it to fit your desires, this one’s for you)

a memory of younger days:

One hundred years ago, there was a Princess, there was a Hero, and there was a great Calamity knocking on Hyrule's doors.

(They weren't supposed to let it in.)

Before

(part four of the aftermath cinematic universe, in progress, fills in some blanks in aftermath and adds to zelink's dynamic within it)

that parting need not last forever (it's dangerous to go alone):

"Link."

He groans, turning his head away from the sound of the voice. He's tired, his body is so heavy-

"Link." A cold finger jabs into his cheek. "Open your eyes."

His eyes peel open, and his vision is blurry. There's a yellow and green blob in his face, but the more he blinks the more the world clears, and the more he can make out that the blob is the face of a girl.

(A beautiful girl.)

"Took you long enough," she says, her green eyes staring into his soul. Her golden hair is long, spilling over her back and brushing his hands. "I've been trying to wake you up for what feels like forever."

The Hero wakes up after a hundred year sleep, no memory to his forgotten name, and finds that he's not alone.

(zelink amnesia fic, in progress, a lot of fun)

faded into legend:

In a golden age of peace, a man named Link pulls the Master Sword at age twenty-five, marking him as the first Hero with no Evil to fight.

At least, that's how it started.

sometimes, legends are tragedies.

(part two of the aftermath cinematic universe, in progress, ten thousand years ago, fills in the blanks surrounding aftermath's ending)

lightning in a bottle (flashing before my eyes):

"'Bosa?" The girl asks, frowning as she sucks on the tube.

"Urbosa," Urbosa repeats, louder, staring hard at the strange object. The air is cold this far up north, and she rubs her hands over her arms as goosebumps break out over her brown skin.

"Ah!" The Hylian laughs, pulling the tube from her tongue, gray smoke spilling from her lips like a dragon's breath. "That makes much more sense! I'm sorry, my hearing has always been bokoblin shit."

Urbosa holds her breath, not liking the scent of the smoke as it drifts into her face. It's the same stuff the guards indulge in back home, but they use pipes instead of whatever...whatever that is. "What's your name?"

The girl's blue eyes sparkle in the moonlight as she looks Urbosa up and down. A small smile plays on her painted lips when she replies, "Faye."

The Gerudo Chief's daughter and the Crown Princess of Hyrule meet at a political banquet, when both are young women unknowingly on the cusp of ascendance.

(According to Hyrule's historians, they were very close friends.)

OR OR

The story of Urbosa, and why she went down swinging.

(part three of the aftermath cinematic universe, in progress, the relationship between urbosa and the queen of hyrule, gives some flavor to the pre-calamity fic)

SERIES:

the aftermath cinematic universe:

my zelda fics that lowkey connect and tell one story, but only if you want it to. it's ordered "chronologically" but it doesn't really matter because they can work as standalones unless stated otherwise.

(currently four parts, in progress)

aftermath:

the aftermath fic, but broken out chapter by chapter as a series! this was how I first started posting the story before having a multi-chapter version updating alongside it. 52 parts, 51 chapters and one bonus.

(completed)

#fic masterlist #zelda fic #legend of zelda fanfiction #zelink #zelink fanfiction #fi rights!#legend of zelda fic #zelda fanfiction #link #zelda #michpatfics

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kasumi-chou · 7 years ago

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What Friends Are For

“PAPA! WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE!”

He couldn’t help but chuckle as Yuri shouted from the front door while Yuuri dragged him into another sweet kiss.

“Our child,” he managed to mumbled before he found his lips covered by his gorgeous fiancé’s, “Is calling.”

“PAPA! STOP MAKING KISSY FACES WITH VICCHAN!” Yuri shouted loudly, finally causing Yuuri to pull away with a groan.

“You promised to take him with you,” he pointed out, smiling at the second groan of dismay Yuuri let out.

“PAPA!” Yuri shouted, this time much closer than before. He glanced towards the kitchen doorway – where they had been having a rather peaceful make out session until their child decided to interrupt them – moments before Yuri appeared in the doorway, dressed adorable in his little ballet gear which included the cutest pair of tiger striped leg warmers.

“I’m coming,” Yuuri insisted before Yuri could shout at them, finally stepping away from him and picking up the water bottle he had originally come into the kitchen for.

“Be good,” he said, waving at the pair, “Don’t torment too many people.”

“People call it torture because they aren’t doing it right,” Yuri declared while storming over to grab his father’s hand. Yuuri chuckled softly while tucking his water bottle away in his bag before waving at him with his free hand.

“We will be back later, call if you need anything,” Yuuri told him, a soft smile on his face as he let Yuri drag him out of the room.

“Bye,” he called out, chuckling to himself at the adorable, in sync Japanese farewell he received as the pair finally excited the room.

It had been a week. One whole week since his parents had once again tried to take control of his life.

He should have expected this. Should have known what his parents were willing to do to keep the ‘Nikiforov’ name pure and intact.

He shouldn’t have left Yuuri alone with his mother.

His poor, sweet Yuuri didn’t deserve to be insulted by his mother, especially when Yuuri said nothing back.

His beautiful Yuuri, who would have sat through another meeting with his parents for his sake, with his mother’s cruel words floating around his head.

Thankfully, his little angel had been there. Ready and willing to fight for his father, like the hellcat he was – most of the time anyway.

He was knocked from his thoughts as a phone started ringing suddenly.

After a moment, he finally realised it was his phone – because he was the only one home after all – and hurried to answer it.

“Victor~” Chris’ voice immediately flooded through the phone, seeming delighted that he had picked up.

“Wait? He actually picked up?” Phichit’s voice came through next, sounding surprised.

“Chris, Phichit,” he chuckled, rolling his eyes as he moved into the lounge to sit down somewhere comfortable.

“Good afternoon!” Phichit greeted him.

“Morning,” he corrected while taking a seat on the couch right beside Makkachin. The poodle blinked her big brown eyes at him before shifting around until her head was resting in his lap, allowing him to gently pat her with his free hand while he spoke on the phone.

“My bad, my bad,” Phichit chuckled softly.

“So, Mister Nikiforov,” Chris hummed, “We need to talk.”

“Do we? What did you do?” he questioned curiously.

“Oh no, not me,” Chris hummed.

“How did the meeting with your parents go?” Phichit blurted out, causing him to pause.

“What?” he questioned. How did they know about that?

“You haven’t been posting on Instagram,” Phichit pointed out.

“Or messaging us,” Chris added.

“Or skating, Georgi told us,” Phichit continued.

“Also, Yuuri rang me and asked about your parents,” Chris said, causing him to sigh.

That explained why Yuuri didn’t make a scene at the restaurant, he had expected whatever his mother had said to him.

It also explained how his friends knew about the meeting.

“Have you been taking your medication?” Chris questioned.

Chris almost sounded like Yakov at that moment. His coach was always up in business about taking his medication, especially around competitions. It had been rather frustrating in the beginning, until he had realised that Yakov was asking because he was worried.

“Yes mother,” he sighed dramatically, hoping that it covered up his rather delayed response. Chris chuckled in delight, seeming amused by his response.

“That’s good to hear!” Phichit piped up, cheerful as always. Though he hadn’t been friends with Phichit for long, his bright and cheerful attitude was rather contagious. It had been refreshing at the beginning and had helped him stay positive when he was around the younger skater.

“But in all seriousness, everything okay?” Chris asked. He sighed to himself, knowing he should have expected this question. Chris was one of the few people who had had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting his parents.

He could still remember the day. It was years ago when they were both teens – himself nineteen and Chris seventeen – they had been celebrating their newest medals when his mother had appeared out of nowhere, claiming to have been looking for him for a while before throwing a number of insults at him before moving onto poor, sweet Chris.

Chris had looked so pale, physically sick even by his mother’s cruel words.

“I took Yuuri and Yura to meet my parents,” he admitted quietly, curling his fingers into the fur around Makkachin’s neck.

“What?” Chris replied softly before clearing his throat, “You didn’t-”

“I’ll take that as a bad thing,” Phichit cut Chris off before he could finish. He stayed silent as he heard Chris take a deep breath before releasing it.

“Why would you do that, Victor? You know what your parents are like,” Chris snapped, sounding far from impressed.

“I didn’t want too,” he mumbled while tilting his head back to rest it against the couch.

“We organised for Yuri – Yura – to stay with Minako, the Japanese ballet teacher,” he explained, earning a hum of understanding from Phichit – or he thought it was Phichit, “But Yura wanted to come with us. He wanted to protect me or something.”

“Kids are rather good at figuring out things they shouldn’t,” Chris mumbled.

“And Yuuri wouldn’t let me go and see them by myself,” he explained.

“You shouldn’t have seen them at all,” Chris huffed.

“How did it go? The meeting?” Phichit questioned. He paused suddenly, frowning to himself.

“Wait, Phichit, why-” he started.

“Chris has been rather… can you call it fidgety when it’s calls and texts? He’s been nervous since he got a call from Yuuri, and I managed to squeeze all the info out of him,” Phichit explained with a small laugh.

“Oh,” he said softly.

“Chris didn’t want to bother you, but he also couldn’t sit around when he knew your parents had tried to step into your life again. So, I convinced him to call you and he only would if I was here,” Phichit told him. He paused, waiting for Chris to pipe up and deny what Phichit was claiming, but he was only met with silence.

“I’m sorry for worrying you,” he apologised into the silence that had overtook them.

“No! There is no need to apologise!” Phichit ensured him, “Really!”

“I just want to make sure you were okay,” Chris finally spoke up.

“I could be better,” he admitted, “But it was rather nice to yell at me parents.

“What? Yell at your parents!?” Chris gasped.

“Mother opened her mouth,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“What did she say?” Chris demanded.

“I don’t know,” he said. He leant forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Makkachin’s head, causing the poodle’s tail to wag happily.

“Father pulled me away to get drinks and apparently mother set her claws into Yuuri and Yura. I only found out the next day when Yura had a fit, refusing to see my parents again because of what they said about Yuuri,” he sighed.

“What a bitch,” Phichit said, causing him to pause.

“Did our baby Phichit just swear?” Chris gasped, causing him to snort out a laugh because he had thought the same thing.

“Screw you both,” Phichit huffed. They sat around chuckling among themselves for a moment.

“But, back to yelling at your parents,” Chris spoke up after they had all calmed down.

“I was so furious. I just… I said a lot of things and didn’t let them have a word,” he admitted.

“Did you call her a good-for-nothing, attention whore who is more concerned about her expensive manicure than her own child?” Chris questioned, causing him to pause.

“To a certain degree, yes,” he confirmed.

“Good,” Chris said, sounding pleased.

“Geez, note to self, don’t get on the bad side of you two,” Phichit all but laughed into the phone, “Now, the real question, what did you do after yelling at your parents?”

“Picked up food that would give both my coach and Yuuri’s instructors a heart attack, then went home and curled up with my family in bed watching Disney movies for the whole day.”

“Perfect,” Phichit said while clapping his hands.

“And Yuuri is okay?” Chris questioned, causing him to pause.

“I think?” he sighed, “He hasn’t really spoken about it. My mother sat there and threw who knows what insults at him and he didn’t say anything back, from what I am aware.”

“That’s a culture thing,” Phichit piped up.

“Huh?” he questioned in confusion.

“Culture thing? Letting people insult you?” Chris questioned, sounding just as confused as him.

“No. It’s an Asian thing, or well, Japanese, Chinese thing,” Phichit told them, “Not talking back to one’s elders.”

“Oh,” he mumbled softly. That… sort of did explain it.

“So, because of Yuuri’s culture, he didn’t reply when Victor’s mother was insulting him?” Chris questioned.

“Well, yeah. A lot of Asian countries put a lot of emphasis on respecting their elders. It would be seen as rude or even insulting to talk back to an elder,” Phichit explained.

“How do you know this?” he questioned.

“One, I’m Asian and there is some of that in Thailand, and two, I do have other friends. It isn’t just you two,” Phichit stated, almost sounding like he was rolling his eyes while he was talking.

“He’s cheating on us, Victor,” Chris gasped, causing him to chuckle softly.

“Why do I talk to you two again?” Phichit groaned.

“Because we give you skating tips?” he suggested.

“Because we are amazing,” Chris corrected him.

“Where is the ‘refund’ button? I don’t want to deal with you two anymore,” Phichit whined.

“No refunds,” Chris cooed, sounding more like himself. He smiled to himself as he listened to Chris and Phichit argue among themselves for a little while.

It was nice to know that both Chris and Phichit were there for him if he ever needed it.

Skater Next Door AU

AO3 Skater Next Door / Skater In Training

#yoi #yuri on ice #yuuri katsuki #victor nikiforov #yuri plisetsky #yurio plisetsky #victuuri #christophe giacometti #phichit chulanont #skater next door au

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wherespacepooh · 7 years ago

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More snippets from Media Day: the bond at TCC, pranks during photo session (B.B.Mook Web)

Additional snippets and photo captions from 2017-18 Media Day reported by Shinichi Yamaguchi of Figure Skate Magazine (B.B.Mook).

1. The bond between members of Team Yuzu 2. Yuzu making his entrance the same way on Day 2 3. Yuzu being a hilarious brat at the shoot (yes, the infamous one ^_^||) 4. Souvenir for the reporters, photographers, everyone working at the outlets + a special message for them.

Translated by gladi. Feel free to repost text with credit. All photos taken by Ryosuke Menjyu, images belong to B.B.Mook.

Source: http://www.bbm-japan.com/_ct/17115380

1. The bond between members of Team Yuzu

(Caption: During open practice, scenes that made us feel his close ties with the staff were everywhere. Combined with the words from coach Brian Orser, I was struck anew by the unity of the team behind the reversal at the World Championships in Helsinki.)

Personally, what left the deepest impression in my mind was the strong connection within Team Hanyu. Coaches Brian Orser and Tracy Wilson, and choreographer Shae-lynn Bourne talked (t/n at length O_O) about Hanyu’s personal character and performance. Furthermore, they spoke about this season’s programs and the Pyeongchang Olympics, but I was made aware, once again, the sheer weight of sending even a single athlete to the Olympics.

All 3 of, as Hanyu’s elders, have been through various experiences. With great respect for Hanyu, who’ve ascended to the top of the world, they also foresee at the same time the dangers stemming from being [too much of a] hard worker, and are able to dispense advice that is appropriate to the situation. The backdrop to all this is their ongoing bond with Hanyu, the exchange of ideas amongst coaches, and even further down to the roots of it all––one can really feel their love and affection for Hanyu and their professionalism as mentors.

2. Yuzuru making his entrance the same way on Day 2

(t/n he was instructed to follow a particular course by a JSF staff on Day 1 XD)

(Caption: The same entrance on Day 2 of the open practice as Day 1. In such great form that even shoots like this are enjoyable.)

3. Yamaguchi pranked at the photo session

I’ve also covered this in the current issue, but Hanyu’s bounciness (t/n high spirits, playfulness) during the photo session left an extraordinarily deep impression. This photo session was a precious opportunity for each outlet to do their own respective photography, making use of the Cricket Club courtyard [as backdrop]. In order not to overlap with each other––“Is it okay if we take it here?” “Then, our side will be here”––the photographers made adjustments in advance (t/n they may have, but Kiss&Cry and Figure Skate Magazine still look the same 😱😂), and took turns to do their shoots, one outlet at a time. There were publishers who only did the individual interviews but not the photo session, so Figure Skate Magazine was 4th out of 9 outlets.

Our exchange were as follows:

Yamaguchi　Hanyu-senshu, please can you stand right here? Just slightly incline your body, no need to make any particular expression, stare at the camera… Yep, all right then, please do so!

Hanyu Understood! (Silently grasps the reporter’s hands, and faces the camera with a smile)

Yamaguchi Oi! Oi! Huh? What?

Menjyu Ahahahaha. It’ll be a great memento, won’t you do it? Then, first shot, here goes!

(Caption: One shot from the photo session. A world champion who holds the hands of a dangerous character, self-described “stalker and terrorist,” and looks the camera in the eye. This man knows no limits ((lit. borderless man)!)

Yamaguchi No, um… Hanyu-senshu, there is no time, so… eh? Eh?

Hanyu (strengthens his grip as if saying, "Nope, not letting go!” and continues to smile, facing the camera)

Yamaguchi No really, um…. there really isn’t time! Let’s do this properly? Please?

Hanyu (let go of hands as if he’s saying “I guess that’s enough, I’ll let you off”. But, slightly fishy gaze)

Yamaguchi What’s wrong––those eyes? I wonder what’s wrong––

Hanyu (this time changing his expression one second at a time)

Yamaguchi There was something, wasn’t it? Why are you doing this––

Hanyu (Sudden sharp gaze)

Menjyu Ohhhhh, that’s great! Let’s do a few shots just like that. (snap, snap, snap… shutter going off)

Yamaguchi ………… (dazed and flooded with relief)

Menjyu All right! This scene is okay! Then––as if you’re leaning against that chair over there…..yes, yes! Just like that, a couple shots! (shutter goes off) All right! It’s a wrap!

*Time is up* (t/n according to the magazine report, the entire photo session was 16 minutes long. Shared amongst all 9 outlets… for an average of less than 2 minutes per?! o_O)

Hanyu Thank you very much! I’m so sorry, it was such a short period of time. Thank you very much! (ran off in a hurry to where the next outlet was)

There were five outlets waiting for their turn after us, but we could hear the chatter (laced with wry laughter) amongst some photographers who were close to Hanyu: “How was it, today?” “Oh jeez, this photo can’t be used, can it!” It’s been decided that the other companies won’t look over when a photoshoot is taking place, so we don’t know the full picture but… Yuzuru Hanyu, are you a brat….?

Before the photo session, when Menjyu and I were discussing where to do our shoot, we immediately came to a conclusion. “Let’s have him stand in front of this tree here? He doesn’t have to go out of his way to smile or make a particular expression, let’s have Hanyu-senshu at his most natural state.” He had had great practices, and we’d also felt the wonderful relationship between him and the staff. That being the case, there was no need to overly embellish, was there?

4. Souvenir for the reporters, photographers, everyone working at the outlets + a special message for them.

(Caption: Special clear files distributed to the press. “Everyone else back at work too, please feel free”––the files were bagged up and handed to us. When we returned to work, colleagues, mainly the ladies, kept showing up, and the files were gone in a flash.)

Yuzuru’s message on the files for all the reporters + photographers + their colleagues back at work:

Last season, everyone has helped so much and taken such great care of me. This season too, I am going to perform like myself, with my utmost effort! Thank you for your continued support, hereon into the future!

2017.8.08-09. Yuzuru Hanyu

#yuzuru hanyu #hanyu yuzuru #羽生結弦 #hanyu yuzuru = clear files #hanyu yuzuru + photographers = trolling #hanyu yuzuru + on ice = teapot XD #2017 #2017 media day #figure skate magazine

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shoma-uno · 8 years ago

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“Like elder brother and younger brother”

(Shoma and Keiji’s interview in Quadruple 2017 Extra magazine. Thanks to @chestnutskating for the scans! Please do not repost this translation without permission.)

Shoma Uno and Keiji Tanaka have been leading Japanese men’s figure skating since they were juniors, and they finished gold and silver at this season’s Japanese Nationals. Their joint interview became a reality after they finished their segments at Worlds. We got a sneak peak into the 19 and 23 year olds’ raw, true selves which we do not get to see most of the time.

-- Well done at the World Championships. Were you in the same room this time?

K + S: Nope, we weren’t.

S: We haven’t roomed together much since we became seniors right?

K: Nope, not normally.

-- You roomed together frequently when you were juniors.

S: Yep, that’s right.

K: We did room a lot when we were juniors.

-- Has your relationship changed since you were juniors?

K: Nope, it hasn’t changed a single bit! (laughs)

S: It hasn’t changed! (laughs) We haven’t grown at all. (laughs)

K: Ahahaha. (laughs)

S: The first thing I have to do when I enter his room is to take my shoes off. He forced me to make that a habit of mine at the very beginning.

K: “He forced me”. (laughs)

-- Keiji, you do this everyday then.

K: Yep. I take my shoes off the moment I enter my room.

S: And I get a slap from him if I do the “bed dive”! (laughs)

K: Ahahahaha. (laughs)

-- What do you mean!?

K: I don’t allow him to dive onto my bed.

S: If I dive onto his bed, dust flutters around, so I was told “Do not dive onto my bed!” at the beginning. (laughs)

-- In a strict way?

K: Nah, I think I said it in a normal way. (laughs)

S: Ahahaha. (laughs)

K: It was normal! It was normal!

S: That’s right, that did happen back then.

-- Was Shoma mischievous?

K: Rather than mischievous, he was full of energy. And also, something that hasn’t changed since before is that he ‘explodes’!

S: Hahaha! (laughs) I used to take a Febreeze with me back then. (laughs)

K: I also used to make him take away the smell by making him flap the door open and close.

S: He still makes me do that.

K: I made you do that two years ago at 4CC in Taipei.

S: ! (laughs)

-- Is it okay if this conversation is published?

K: If it’s put as “explosion” then it’s okay. (laughs)

S: It’s no problem for me (if you publish this). Just a problem for everyone else. (laughs)

-- What type of senpai-kouhai relationship* do you have?

K: Hmmm, I’ve never really thought of our relationship in that way.

S: I don’t really think of him as a senpai either. (laughs)

-- Do you feel more like friends?

S: Yep. (laughs)

K: My own brother is the same age as Shoma’s so he’s never felt like a kouhai to me either.

-- Since he feels like a ‘younger brother’ to you, are you strict with him regarding attitude?

K: That’s true. I teach him the basics. (laughs)

S: Ahahaha! (laughs)

-- What type of presence is Keiji to you, Shoma?

S: I play against him in video games. Normally, whenever I interact with my other senpais, my language is a lot more respectful, but Keiji was quite loose with me, so I naturally say things like “Do you want to go for dinner?”, something like that. (laughs) I kinda followed him around all the time. (laughs)

K: Ahahaha. (laughs) He is naturally a respectful person, since he says “Do you want to go for dinner?” instead of “Let’s go eat dinner!”. So it’s completely fine.

S: It’s still respect I guess… but it feels closer (with him). (laughs)

K: It’s a perfect balance.

-- You two always get along so well. At last season’s 4CC, there was one scene when you (Shoma) sat on your (Keiji’s) lap in the green room.

K + S: Ahahaha. (laughs)

S: Was I just casually sitting there?

K: Yep, it was normal. I was thinking, “He’s gonna come sit on my lap isn’t he”, and just like that, he sat on my lap. (laughs)

-- That scene was broadcasted live on TV. Were there any reactions from people?

K: There were a lot of reactions. (laughs)

S: There was so much reaction from the fans. We were told, “You two get along so well”. (laughs)

K: Yeah.

-- Do you get relaxed when you’re with Keiji?

S: I do get relaxed. I’m usually alone in Nagoya, so when Keiji comes to Chukyo University or we get together during overseas competitions, I think, “I have someone to hang out with!”

K: Ahahaha. (laughs)

S: I always look forward to that. (laughs)

-- How do you both switch between on and off**?

S: I’m always off.

K: I’m only on on-ice. Only on-ice and inside the competition arena.

S: I am off until the last minute. (laughs)

K: We both change when we step onto the ice. Until then, we honestly don’t change at all.

S: Ahahaha. (laughs)

-- Since we are talking about competitions now, were there any skaters whom you were blown away by at this World Championships?

K: We actually watched the ladies together in the hotel room.

S: Everyone was so good in the ladies segment.

-- Which one of your rooms did you guys watch in?

K: Shoma’s room.

S: Recently, we get together normally in my room. My room is messy from the start, so I don’t really care if it gets messier.

K: I’m not complaining. (laughs) When we watched the ladies in Shoma’s room, I thought, “Their mentalities are so strong”.

-- Which skaters were the most memorable?

S: I was, of course, blown away by Evgenia Medvedeva. She always skates without making any mistakes. The fact that no matter the condition, she always does a perfect performance, is intriguing to me.

K: I personally was most taken aback by Team Japan. All of them were giving it their all, and even though this applies to me as well, this was many of their first times at Worlds. I had my free skate the next day, so I thought, “I will give it my all too!”

-- After making a mistake in the short, Mai Mihara did an amazing performance in the free.

K: It was truly incredible.

S: Yes yes.

K: I was so happy her practices paid off since our practices sometimes overlap with one another.

S: Even though Rika, Wakaba, and Mai, as Team Japan, may have had some feelings of frustration, they were in smiles when I saw them afterwards, so I was just glad about that. Last year, I was very down for a while after the competition, so I really didn’t want anyone to be feeling that way. When I saw Mai’s sad face after her short, I thought, “I think it’ll all be okay in her free skate”, and after seeing her amazing free performance, I thought, “The ladies really do have a strong mentality.” For me, I was able to end Worlds by just truly enjoying it.

-- Worlds is over, and now lies ahead a season which determines your chance at the Olympics. Do you have any thoughts about that?

S: I would like to move forward without thinking much about the Olympics, by working hard at every competition and giving it my all in everything.

K: That is the same for me, but I have to level-up to be able to go to the Olympics, not only focusing on every competition. I want to keep evolving while feeling like I’m growing.

-- What do you two feel about each others’ skating?

S: I’ve felt this since I was young, but Keiji can pull off any expressions. I tend to stay in the same genre, but Keiji is so good at any genre, and that intrigues me. During practices since I was very young, I thought, “He is so good. This is how good his expressions are.” This isn’t an insult or anything, but he gets a bit stiff when he has to skate at competitions. (laughs)

K: Ahahaha! (laughs)

S: I’m always like, “What happened!?”

K: That’s exactly how it is. (laughs)

-- Was it like that during this competition’s short?

S: During the short, according to him, his legs were shaking apparently.

K: Ahahaha. (laughs)

S: But it felt as if he got distracted after the first jump because he was too nervous rather than his body stopped moving because he was too nervous. On top of that, he was selected randomly for a doping test, so I thought ‘welp, sorry about that!’. (laughs)

-- What about you, Keiji (your thoughts on Shoma’s performances)?

K: I really felt his continuous growth this year in his competitions and ice shows. In order to see that, I go to Chukyo and I get stimulus from watching his practices.

-- When you first competed at Junior Worlds together, your height difference was also a lot more drastic. When was it that you started to feel that Shoma was becoming a phenomenal skater?

K: Well, his expression and jumps have been great since he was very young. The speed in which he learned new jumps after landing the triple axel was something no other skaters were able to do. I am able to see this speedy learning by watching his practices at Chukyo, which is a benefit for me since I get a lot of motivation from it.

S: I actually always look forward to the weekends as well. (laughs) From Mondays to Thursdays, I always practice alone, so I always think, “I can’t wait for Friday, Saturday, and Sunday to come.” The atmosphere is so much better when everyone is there, so I look forward to it every week.

-- Your relationship is wonderful. Finally, please say a message for your fans.

K: Since the season is over, I would like to quickly create a new program, and show you all something better. This feeling comes from all of the frustration throughout this season, so I will work hard to challenge myself more. Please continue to support me.

S: I think I was able to achieve my goal of ‘smiling at the end of the competition that I ended last year with tears’ in a fantastic shape. I would like to continue with my feel, ‘to attack’, without changing anything from the goals I had until today.

-- Will your ‘theme’ for next season also be ‘to attack’?

S: Yes, I would like to emphasize that. A part of me uses that in order to tell myself to continue attacking, but I do my best when I think, “I will attack!” when I’m feeling very lost. I would like to continue thinking that way.

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* = Senpai is used to describe someone who is older or more experienced in a field from a younger/less experienced person’s perspective. Kouhai is used the other way around (to describe the younger/less experienced person). In Japanese culture, Kouhais treat Senpais with a great deal of respect, by using certain words and formatting generally known as ‘keigo’. Most senpais and kouhais do not view each other as friends.

** = ‘On’ in Japanese generally means to be focused, serious, and in the case of figure skating, to be in character. Being ‘off’ means to be one’s ‘natural’ self, usually less serious and carefree.

#shoma uno #keiji tanaka #fstranslation #season: 2016 2017 #interview #translation #magazine #pics #off ice

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michelleisinhell · 8 years ago

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Daddy Lessons

In which Bitty comes out to his Daddy. (The mom version)

Read on Ao3

It sounded like the beginning of a joke. Two Bittles walk into a den.

Eric stood awkwardly in front of his dad’s gigantic trophy case, his body slouched and his fingers intertwined in front of him. His adrenaline was still soaring from the conversation he’d just had with his mother and he could still catch a faint hint of smoke clinging to his button-down.

The elder Bittle was sitting in his favorite navy blue recliner, the hideous and torn one that had been banned from the living room after one (or ten) too many years of service. He held his ipad aloft in front of him as he scrolled through a sports news feed with a scowl. His body language was open, but intimidating, just like always. Richard had a habit of completely filling up every room he was in without meaning to.

The easy commanding presence was great for coaching, not so much for parenting. He knew that his son found it intimidating. The boy was far too soft-hearted for his own good, never wanting to bother or upset anyone. Afraid to speak up for himself for fear of being considered a burden.

Polite to a fault that kid. Just like his mama.

It wasn’t that Eric was afraid of his father. Of course not. He was afraid of disappointing him. Of not living up to his expectations and legacy.

It was the worst kind of fear. Self-imposed and corrosive. Everpresent. A lens that had colored every interaction between the two of them for more than half of Eric’s life, starting with the disaster that was his very first football game.

He would never forget the look on Coach’s face, afterward. The tense set of his jaw as his Mama stormed the field, corralling people to help scrape him up off the turf like a burnt stuck-on pancake.

It had made Eric want to build himself a paper mache turtle shell to hide inside of for all of eternity.

Alas, that solution was neither practical nor cost effective.

Instead, he chose to focus all of his time and energy on things that he loved. Figure skating. Baking. Vlogging. Things he was actually good at, because if he couldn’t be a huge masculine football player like his Daddy wanted, he could at least be the very best at everything else.

Still, even as an adult, Eric had never been able to outrun this intrinsic fear of not being good enough. Of not meeting his father’s expectations.

The truth, though?

Richard Bittle was not disappointed in his son at all.

He was jealous.

Jealous that Eric wanted, had always wanted, to spend all of his time with Suzanne and not with him. That the two of them had so much in common. That Junior’s relationship with her was so easy when their own was so damn hard.

He couldn’t blame his wife and son for being close; he would never begrudge them that, but it was still kind of a hard pill to swallow. Eric was their only child, and for a time it seemed like the only thing his son had inherited from him was his name.

Richard had so much more of himself that he wanted to share. So much wisdom he wanted to impart. But he couldn’t. They weren’t close enough for that. Junior didn’t tell him things, and when he did, Richard never knew the right things to say. That just wasn’t the kind of relationship they had. They communicated mostly through offhandedly whispered football stats and milkshakes on friday afternoons. Hockey terminology and quiet smiles from across the dinner table.

The fact that his son suddenly wanted to talk to him about something serious was both worrying and exciting.

Richard sat his ipad aside and cleared his throat.

Junior was still standing there, not meeting his gaze. The silence was already starting to become awkward.

“Sit down, son.” he said finally, figuring that Eric would stand there looking like he was being scolded for hours if he didn’t say something to spur him into action.

Eric sucked in a breath and pried his hands apart before walking over to the ancient oak writing desk and rolling the accompanying (and completely non-matching) chair over to his father’s side. He ran his delicate fingers over the back of the chair consideringly for a moment before gracefully lowering himself into it.

Richard smiled and did his best to make it a disarming one. It probably looked like a nervous twitch more than anything.

“What’s on your mind, Jr?”

Eric didn’t know where to start. He flashed back to his mother’s advice:

There’s no one more impressive to your father than a professional athlete. You might want to lead with that.

“You know Jack?” he began, butt on the edge of his seat, legs bouncing, fists shaking, ready to bail at any second.

Richard laughed. “You mean the man who spent a whole week under this very roof? First friend you’ve had over in a decade. How could I forget?”

Eric blushed and bristled slightly. “Well um…” he cleared his throat and looked down at his lap. “Jack and I have gotten a lot closer here lately. In fact, he’s invited me to live with him after graduation.”

Richard frowned, unsure of where this was heading. “Okay, that’s fine of course. And not my decision to make, but why are you telling me this as if its groundbreaking news?”

Eric closed his eyes. For Jack, he said in his mind. For you and Jack. He took in a breath.

“Because Daddy. We’re not moving in together as friends. Jack and I are together.”

Richard froze, his world narrowing into a tiny pinprick of perspective. “What did you just say?”

Eric’s heart was throbbing and he felt like he was gonna pass out, but he forced the words out of his lips anyway. They felt like acid and cold water on a hot day all at the same time.

“I’m gay. I’m dating Jack Zimmermann. Have been for almost a year now. And please don’t ask me to prove it to you because I doubt he’s recovered from the phone call with mama and I--”

“Your mother knows about this?” Richard cut in.

Eric put a cap on his nervous babbling and nodded. “I just told her right now. She said I better come talk to you right away, so here I am. Please don’t be upset with her.”

Richard was quiet for a moment. His son watched him with wide vulnerable terrified eyes.

Richard cleared his throat. “Okay.”

Eric opened his mouth and then shut it a few times. “Okay?”

Richard nodded. “Okay.”

A spike of irritation flashed through Eric’s body. It’s not like he wanted a big reaction out of his father, but this surprising lack of one was unnerving. Quite possibly the last thing he was expecting.

“You’re not...mad, or something?” Eric asked.

Richard turned his neck to the side until it cracked. His posture was loose and unconcerned. “Why would I be mad?”

He sounded genuinely confused in a way that made Eric’s heart pound.

“Um, because it’s not manly?”

Richard quirked a brow. “Do you really think that?”

“No!” Eric said quickly, “But I just thought...I didn’t think you’d be so...you’re really not upset?”

Richard scooted forward until he was perched on the very edge of his chair and placed a hand over his son’s knee.

“Eric. You are my son. My only son. And I’m not gonna pretend to know your world or what it’s like for you or what you had to go through growing up. But no matter what you do or who you like, I will always love you. I am so proud of you son. Always have been. It takes guts to be true to yourself in a place like this, and you’ve always tried your very best. I’m sorry if I ever made that harder for you.”

Eric was blinking away the tears in his eyes. He did not want to cry in front of his Daddy. His amazing wonderful Daddy whom he clearly hadn’t been giving enough credit.

“Did you know?” he asked softly.

“I had my suspicions,” Richard confirmed.

The tears fell. He couldn’t hold them back. “Is that why were you always so hard on me? Saying I needed to be stronger and tougher all the time?”

Richard sighed and retracted his hand. “That’s part of it. Yes. Nobody wants to see their boy get hurt, Jr. The world’s not always a nice place. You know that. Seeing what those boys at school did to you…” he clenched his fists. “I’ve never been more angry in my entire life.”

Eric let out a manic and relieved sort of laugh. “I thought you were ashamed that I hadn’t been able to protect myself.”

Richard looked appalled. “The only way I could ever be ashamed of you is if you started rooting for Auburn.”

Eric laughed. “No chance. Y’all raised me right. I still have a Bulldogs keychain on my backpack even though nobody at Samwell understands.”

“Good.”

They fell into a clearer, much more comfortable silence.

“Daddy?” Eric said finally.

“Hmm?”

“Jack has a game in Nashville over New Years. Do you think it’d be okay if he dropped in for a couple of hours. I’d like to reintroduce him to you now that you know the truth.”

“As long as I get to ask embarrassing questions about why he thinks he’s good enough to be dating my boy.”

Eric flushed. “Coach…”

Richard grinned and picked his ipad back up. “This is gonna be fun.”

#A wild sequel appears #omgcp #check please #zimbits #eric bittle #coach bittle #bitty comes out #his daddy loves him #fanfic #mine #this is super sappy #get ready to cry kids #work it out

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manabingu · 8 years ago

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ManaTagged! Heyoo~

tagged by the sweet ♥ @rainbow-galaxy-supernova (sorry its overdue)

The last:

1.) Drink: Raspberry Milk Tea w/Lychee Popping Pearls

2.) Phone call: to @tyrestgwa earlier today via skype

3.) Text message: to @crystalwoodsart

4.) Song you listened to: Phoenix Ash’s Cover of JAP by Abingdon Boys School & Fome’s Cover of Count Zero by T.M. Revolution (SO FCKN GOOD)

5.) Time you cried: yesterday 8D during Wonder Woman ;U;o

6.) Dated someone twice: Tyrest is the first & only official dating. But me and @crystalwoodsart have been married practically since 6th grade. She is mY WAIFU!

7.) Been Cheated on: Thank Ra No!

8.) Kissed someone and regretted it: Nah.BUT I mean- iN DREAMS YES.

9.) Lost someone special: It’s a universal thing. Namely pets for me

10.) Been depressed: 8) Story of my LIFE! But I’ve been makin progress

11.) Gotten drunk and thrown up: I REFUSE to consume alcohol/drugs

12-14.) LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: Turquoise,Galaxy Print,Pastels/Silver tie

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU…

15.) Made new friends: I’ve been blessed thanks to YT Idol w/new singer pals!

16.) Fallen out of love: Yeah...in high school I had so many talent crushes. Which I think is normal for theater kids. But I think I ended up with the correct person. He truly understands me. And though I sometimes wonder what would my life be if I had confessed my love to those others, I’m happy I waited for the person who accepted me just the way I am ;w;o

17.) Laughed until you cried: AS AN ABRIDGER, I am privileged to be surrounded by INCREDIBLY hilarious people & I love it!♥

18.) Found out someone was talking about you: YES. And BOY is it a trip when I find people are horrible trolls. I find out about sweet people who say super kind things about me or my work all the time. But when I get a heads up about backstabbers or people who get close for the wrong reasons, I put my guard up around them & just do my own thing. Because a path of jealousy, hatred & vengeance isn’t for me. Bullies can talk, but I’ll always ignore them.

19.) Met someone who changed you: Namely Tyrest,Crystal,Panda,Wraith10, @cozymochi (bows to her greatness), LordMoonstone, @kittykatsandbox, (FAB SENPAI) @ahsimwithsake & @laurathia who are 1 of 2 sets of adoptive internet parents I have XD and MOST RECENT OF ALL CEONN. If I hadn’t met Ceonn, my singing career journey wouldn’t have taken off.THANX

20.) Found out who your true friends are: YEP 8)! Sadly, just recently too...

21.) Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Well, hispanic people greet each other by cheek kisses so I will say yes.

22.) How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: Everyone cuz my FB is family & IRL friends only ^^; BUT my ZEXAL Abridged has a FB

23.) Do you have any pets: My pet cockatiel Patchos 8D

24.) Do you want to change your name: No, but don’t mind having a stage name to be honest. I love stage names ^_^

25.) What did you do for your last birthday: Probably sang,drew & other stuff

26.) What time did you wake up: 9 or 10ish? I had to meet some friends today

27.) What were you doing at midnight last night: GAWKING at Gal Gadot

28.) Name something you cannot wait for:Anime Idol @ Metrocon, finally getting out more song covers/abridged stuff. And being stable again.

29.) When was the last time you saw your mother?: a few seconds ago

30.) What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: I wish that ONE thing didn’t happen & my family had the same wealth we shoulda had if luck was on our side. That & I wish I wasn’t afraid of certain things so I could progress faster.

31.) What are you listening to right now: Fome’s Covers,& MY own covers

32.) Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yeS?

33.) Something that is getting on your nerves: Hypocrites lately 8)

34.) Most visited website: Tumblr,Instagram,Twitter & YT are tied tbh

35-37.) Finished all of school: yeppers

38.) Hair color: Dark Chocolate Brown (I used swatches at Sally’s XD)

39.) Long or short hair: I enjoy having long princess hair, but I cut it recently QuQ woops. Mostly cuz I wanted to try a T.M. Revolution hairdo XD

40.) Do you have a crush on someone: I HAVE ANIMAY HUSbANDs/WAifUS

41.) What do you like about yourself: My voice range! I used to be SO self conscious as a kid, but eventually it became my greatest strength because it’s SO versatile it honestly I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for my unique voice QuQ

42.) Piercings: My ears have been pierced since birth. Mom wanted it

43.) Blood type: O? I think was what it was? It’s been years lol

44.) Nickname: Mana & Ginga (to my singer friends)

45.) Relationship status: Taken by Tyrest (with Crystal on the side ;D heh)

46.) Zodiac sign: I am a proud Sagittarius ♐

47.) Pronouns: Her is fine, but I don’t mind He if I’m crossplaying (mostly Ginga). It’s kind of a weird thing for me cuz I’m genderfluid ;w; but if anything to avoid confusion, just go with feminine one XD cuz whatvs???

48.) Favorite TV show: ITS HARD. I like too many things.Non-Anime TV Show wise I watch mostly Trail & Error & Fresh Off the Boat. But Anime-wise: ZEXAL (but YGO in general), Darker Than Black, One Punch Man/Mob Psycho 100, Uta no Prince-sama, Saint Seiya/Omega, Tokyo Mew Mew, Kaleido Star, anything by CLAMP, Kamen Rider Gaim/Fourze, Death Note, Attack on Titan, Tokyo Magnitude 8.0, FMA...too many...I know I have more...

49.) Tattoos: NoPe

50.) Right or left hand: Righty

FIRST…

51.) Surgery: In 8th grade I almost died 8D! Ruptured appendix, 3 consecutive operations & all because the first time I went to the emrgency they sent me home & misdiagnosed me with stomach flu 8D HAH.HAH.HAAAA ;~~~;...

52.) Piercing: Ears only as mentioned previously

54.) Sport:I don’t do any.My fave is figure skating tho. I love Yuzuru Hanyu♥

55.) Vacation: Technically me comin to the U.S for the first time counts

56.) Pair of trainers: Is that slang for shoes???...uhh??

MORE GENERAL…

57.) Eating: I ate sushi at a Chinese Buffet called Giant Panda today

58.) Drinking: finished all the boba tea ;w;

59.) I’m about to: Sleep cuz it’s 1am xD

61.) Waiting for: Good news, & replies from a few emails I sent this week

62.) Want: To make my YT Channel flourish & master my voice

63.) Get married: With luck but I think a paper doesn’t dictate if you love a person or not. BECAUSE i wanna pursue singing/acting, I know I’ll always be traveling ;w; so that decision is hard. I mean we can be OFFICIAL via the paper thingy but like, I already know we’re together XD ffff lol

64.) Career: Singer/Actor/Voice Actor & Internet Personality maybe

65.) Hugs or kisses: Both ^o^...cuz honestly I’m a fluffy person ;w;o

66.) Lips or eyes: Both again...I Can’T HElP IT (deep down my thoughts are as swirly with flirtatious things...proly explains Ginga’s mannerisms)

67.) Shorter or taller: I’m short ;w; sniffs 5′1. Everyone else is a tree

68.) Older or younger: Depends on relationship type? Like I think having a partner at a relatively older age because I am anxious af & need someone older to guide me when I’m struggling, but don’t mind younger (but MATURE) person by 2 years max. But when it comes to friends, I befriend anyone who is kind-hearted. Because we can learn a lot from elders/ our youth

70.) Nice arms or nice stomach: I don’t mind either or but TMR is @U@

71.) Sensitive or loud: I’m drawn more to sensitive people because they have higher levels of compassion & kinder hearts.

72.) Hook up or relationship: Relationship cuz I’m loyal AF

73.) Troublemaker or hesitant: Egh...both have downfalls. Hesitant is safer tho

HAVE YOU EVER…

74.) Kissed a stranger?: Nope BUT if I become an actor, that is a thought that keeps me up at night XD cuz ...again...I’m loyal af ;-;

75.) Drank hard liquor?: EWW >_>

76.) Lost glasses contact/lenses?: YES. During a musical in 10th grade (Suessical I was Cat in the Hat) I was on a trampoline and THEY FLEW OFF MY FACE! And ....we never found em O_O...they vanished....

77.) Turned someone down?: Yeah...a bunch of creepy fanboys throughout the years... 8) unfortunately the downfall of being an internet person

78.) Sex on first date?: DEPENDS. I’m demisexual, so I’m attracted to personality/emotional bonds not physical appearances. So IF my emotions towards them is high enough, I dunno if things could happen? But usually I stay reserved cuz I need to feel like I honestly love the person THAT much.

79.) Broken someone’s heart?: Probably ;w;...2 old buddies. I knew they had crushes on me...but I just didn’t feel the same way towards them -actually someone ELSE admitted they had a crush on me last month so the count is now up to 3...AGH. I WISH they can find someone who will make em happy because I think they deserve it tbh. They’re good dudes.

80.) Had your heart broken?: Once yeah, an old childhood crush was honestly insensitive when I asked him if he ever felt something for me & he said “ehhh not really?” in a way that came off as insensitive XD?....yeah. But the MORE I thought about why I liked him, the more I realized I could NEVER be in a relationship with them cuz they were immature & didn’t know how to be serious.They don’t balance goofiness & sensitivity & I need a balanced person

81.) Been arrested?: NO

82.) Cried when someone died?: waterfalls of tears cuz I’m an emotional wreck

83.) Fallen for a friend?: yeah =w= a bunch of abridgers/singers hah. I get talent crushes ALL the time, but don’t act on it cuz I’m shy AND taken XD

DO YOU BELIEVE IN…

84.) Yourself?: Usually...but I have many moments where I question if I’m good enough or worthy enough to be here ;w; gotta work on my Kattobingu

85.) Miracles?: Shining Draws should be real. But yeah miracles CAN happen

86.) Love at first sight?: FUYA OKUDAIRA 8D...and Takanori Nishikawa...and Mahiro Takasugi and Aoi Shouta tbh

87.) Santa Claus?: Elf is my favorite Christmas movie

88.) Kiss on the first date?: IT DEPENDS. But if it happens? AIGHT????

89.) Angels?: Yes \QwQ/! angels are real. @rosey-ballerina is one

OTHER….

90.) Current best friend’s name: Crystal is my bff & waifu but Tyrest too but honestly Kimmy, Panda & Ceonn are also tied with those 2

91.) Eye color: Brownies eUe

92.) Favorite movie: Finding Nemo, Big Hero 6,Lion King (all 3), All 3 Yu-Gi-Oh! Movies,The Emperor’s New Groove,Mrs. Doubtfire, Moana, Wonder Woman, Mary Poppins, Arrival, The Mummy, Matilda, Harry Potter, Pokemon 3,Hercules, Grave of the Fireflies, Antman, The Producers....and a few others

I tag: @t-chan @sylphwriter @eleanorose123 @ivmysterynumbers @zexalfangirl @shybunny @galaxyeyedphoton

#Mana Tagged #I HAVE A HARD TIME WIT FAVES TBH #I LIKE TOO MANY THINGS HONESTLY AGH ;w; sowies eeehhh I am indecisive AF

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fisicol92 · 8 years ago

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Four skaters from Japan, Rika Hongo, Keiji Tanaka, Satoko Miyahara and Yuzuru Hanyu talked to us about their skating career before the ISU Four Continents Championships 2017.

Q = Interviewer Wei Xiong for ISU RH = Rika Hongo KT = Keiji Tanaka SM= Satoko Miyahara YH= Yuzuru Hanyu

Q: How did you get into figure skating?

RH: My mother is a figure skating coach. I followed her to work when I was three years old, and I played around the rink. When I was five, I told her that I want to learn figure skating, and that’s how I started.

KT: There was a skating rink near my home, so at the beginning I went there just for fun. It was during my first grade in elementary school. Then I enjoyed it so much that gradually I started to take regular skating classes, and before I realized, I was already a member of the skating club.

SM: I started skating when I was four. I lived in the U.S. for two years and a half when my parents were studying there. There was a skating rink inside a shopping mall, when I went there, I tried to skate for the first time and I really enjoyed it, so I started to skate.

YH: It was my elder sister who started to skate first. At that time I wasn’t particularly into figure skating, but I was just following my sister and skating with her.

Q: When did you decide to dedicate yourself to this sport and be an athlete?

RH: I was inspired by Shizuka Arakawa’s victory at the 2006 Olympics, since then I started to dream about competing at the Olympics, and I started to train hard to be a skater.

After she won the Olympics, there was a parade in her hometown Sendai, and you were the kid who accompanied her in the parade car. Do you still remember that day?

Yes, I remember I was sitting next to her, and I saw the shining gold medal at a close distance. I thought that was so cool and I was inspired.

KT: After I joined the skating club, I think being an athlete just became something very natural to me, and I never thought about quitting because training was tough.

SM: I kept skating and naturally began real training after I came back to Japan. When I was in third grade in elementary school, I competed at my first international competition. Ever since then I realized I would become an athlete.

YH: For me, an athlete equals to an Olympian, an Olympic gold medalist. When I was around five-years-old, I already seriously thought about winning the gold medal at the Olympics. But what made me want the Olympic title strongly was the battle between Yagudin and Plushenko at 2002 Salt Lake City Olympics.

Q: Did you already have the confidence that you were going to be a top skater in the world?

Tanaka: I still don’t think I am competitive on the international stage, but one thing that inspired me was when Yuzuru won the World Junior Championships. He is the same age as me, and the best among us. When he won the junior title, I thought it was really awesome, and I wanted to catch up with him. So I made up my mind and set my goal to be a competitive skater in the world. One year after, I won the silver medal at junior Worlds.

SM: I didn’t think about being a top skater at that time, but I strongly wanted to go to the Olympics.

YH: Yes! I remember I got the second place at my first ever competition since I started to skate, but soon I won my next competition. I was presented a trophy in that competition, and I lifted the trophy over my head, just trying to imitate what Plushenko and Yagudin always did. It was a small trophy like this size (he pointed to his beverage bottle), and I did it like this (he held up the bottle over his head). It was a small, domestic competition, I think I was five years old, or maybe first grade in elementary school.

Q: Being an athlete is tough, but is there anything even tougher that you hadn’t expected or imagined?

RH: All your time is occupied by skating, I train every day, and it is so difficult to find some time just to hang out with your friends. Also, I need to get up early in the morning, that’s also tough.

YH: The risk of injury is high, and there is no guarantee that the harder you train the better you become, so I think that’s really the difficult part. Also, I think this is unique in Japan, but figure skating is so popular here that I cannot go out easily, and there are paparazzi around, so this is something difficult to deal with too.

(Does training in Canada make things easier?)

Yes, I can get more of my own time in Canada.

Q: What’s your favorite element in figure skating and what gives you headache?

RH: I like the jumps the most. Among all types of jumps, I like toe the most, but I am not good at loop.

KT: I like doing footwork, especially when it fits the music, it feels really enjoyable. As for what I am not good at, compared to those best skaters in the world, I have a lot of work to do on my spins.

SM: I like all elements. But I am not good at twizzles, and I wish I could spin faster on flying camel spins.

Q: Could you share with us the stories or inspirations of your programs this season?

RH: My free skate this season is choreographed by Akiko Suzuki. I want to enhance my presentation, and I think I can learn a lot from her. Before she retired, we were skating in the same rink, and I was always amazed and inspired by her. It feels great that I can continue to learn from her now in this way.

KT: It is a new genre of music (“Federico Fellini Medley”) that I’ve never tried before, so it was really difficult at the beginning of the season, I just couldn’t catch the feeling of the program, and couldn’t show the right facial expression. When I made a mistake on the first few jumping passes, it felt very hard to concentrate on presentation, and hence couldn’t put the program together. But at the NHK Trophy, I did well with the first few jumps, so I carried the momentum to the rest of the program, kept the energy and paid attention to facial expressions. I finally felt I was able to perform this program well.

SM: Tom Dickson recommended the “Star Wars” music to me in the middle of last season, and we started to do the choreography right after the season ended. The music is something different from what I’ve skated to before, but I think it is so cool and I like it.

You are always shy off the ice, is it difficult to skate to something so “cool”?

Yes, I really need to pay a lot of attention to the movements and scale when I skate, and give much more strength than before.

YH: The music of my free skate was composed by a Japanese composer, if I go deep into the story behind the music, it was actually the opening song of 1998 Nagano Paralympics. My mom watched the Nagano Olympics and Paralympics, and then she wanted my elder sister to skate, so she took her to skating class. If you think about it, those Olympics were the starting point of my skating life, so I want to use this piece of music. Also, as I mentioned, it was composed by a Japanese composer, so I think I can continue to present something I’ve learned from “SEIMEI”.

The Olympics really is something special for you, isn’t it?

Yes. On one hand, when it comes to competing at a competition, like in Sochi, I treated it as a normal competition; but on the other hand, I am planning and preparing for the next Olympics, so I guess I have a special feeling for it. Of course, I want to win the gold medal again in Pyeongchang.

Your long program is called “Hope and Legacy”, and you talked about how skaters’ performances can remain as a legacy. Which performance of yours do you think is your legacy?

YH: It was my first novice national championships, which I won. I was very happy at that time, not only happy for the win, but also for my score. It was still under the 6.0 system, I watched competitions on TV a lot, so I knew only those very top skaters in the world could get over 5.5 points, but I got 5.2 for my presentation. I was so happy at that time, and my performance at that competition became my motivation of skating, and it still motivates me now.

Q: What’s your equity in Team Japan? For example, are you the one that laughs the most, or talks the most, or are you the one who likes to give advice and take care of rookies, or are you the one that doesn’t talk at all, etc.

RH: There are younger skaters coming up this season, but this is only my third year on the senior circuit and there are more experienced skaters than me, like Asada or Murakami, so I am the one who still tries to learn from the elders during competitions.

KT: I am the shy one and not good at talking. On the contrary, Yuzuru is very outgoing and really talks a lot, sometimes I cannot follow him.

YH: We are all teammates, but at the same time competitors. For example, I am at the same age with Ryuju Hino and Keiji Tanaka who also competed at NHK Trophy, we know each other since we were kids, we are really good friends off the ice, but on the ice, we are competitors.

Q: Yuzuru, Keiji just said you always talk so much that he sometimes cannot follow.

YH: I admit. I really talk a lot, but I am thankful that he is always willing to listen. Just like I said, we knew each other from long ago, so I feel like he can understand me.

Q: How about in the skating club? For Rika and Satoko, there are many younger girls in your rink, do you give them advice?

RH: I talk to them a lot, but we seldom talk about skating.

SM: I often practice with them, and I get stimulation from them, I enjoy skating with them. I don’t always do that, but sometimes I do give them advice. I also have things to learn from them, so I think it is a very good training environment.

Q: What do you like to do off the ice?

RH: I like sleeping and eating. I especially like ice cream, so whenever there is a limited edition or new flavor of ice cream, I will go get it and enjoy.

KT: I like watching movies. Recently I watch a lot of Japanese movies.

SM: I like reading books and sleeping, and I like cooking. I like something sweet, and I like Japanese food. I cook for my family when I have time.

Q: Yuzuru, you are taking university courses via e-school, right?

YH: Yes, but I am too busy training to keep up with my studies. Nevertheless my classes are very interesting. I am majoring in Human Science, it is very broad, and I study a lot about human, about computer science, etc. Recently I am really into Human Bioethics. I’ve thought a lot about “life” in my life so far, and I am also thinking about “life” when I perform “Hope and Legacy”, so studying Human Bioethics helps my skating. Given that I don’t really have much time, I try to take less courses, but study in depth and make every minute out of it count.

Q: One thing I have to ask Keiji, your name “Keiji” (which means “police” in Japanese) is so special. Who gave you the name?

KT: It was my father. He gave me this name because it is very unique, you can’t really find another person with the same name, and he wants me to be a person with strong sense of justice. He didn’t expect me to be a policeman, but I think this is really a good name, and I am glad that people can remember me by this name.

from isu.org

#rika hongo #keiji tanaka #satoko miyahara #yuzuru hanyu #figureskate #figure skating #japan team #four continents

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bel-mari-eee · 7 years ago

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Speaking text

-favorite sports athletes

I like Yuzuru Hanyu. He is a figure skater and he was the Olympics in this year. First of all his performance is very elegant and beautiful. I think many people in the world is attracted by his figure skating. I respect not only his performance but also honest character and challenging attitude. - favorite habits in weekend

I really love to go out for a brunch with my friend. In weekday I do not have enough time to enjoy the breakfast but I love the time such as having a morning with tasty cappucino chatting with my friend. -trip I try to travel as much as I can. I absolutely agree with that opinion. First of all, When I was traveling, always I could come across with new experience. For example, I can meet different people and culture, and touch different way of thinking. It makes my value borden and noticed that where I live in is small island and what I can see is so narrow and the world is large. This experience brings me the motivation to your future.

Third, travel can be a refresh and relieve stress.

Negative point: Once you experienced the travel abroad, you alway think that when you can travel next.

-歴史に触れられる都市 Second during traveling I visit many historical place and get a realistic recognition for the history.For instance, in Tokyo there is almost no old buildings and historic site which can remember the past. I sometimes wonder if the fact which we learn at history class is true. Of course it is true but it seems to a fiction or fantasy for me if we cannot see the trace of the fact physically.

-建築について

I studied architecture and completed master degree in art in architecture.My field is architectural design and history of the architects. I studied in Germany for one year as an exchange student. I can get a lot of knowledge and method for designing contemporary architecture make a harmony with historical buildings. It was completely different approach and thought to design architecture and it stimulates me to further study or work in Europe.

While I was studying in Europe, I had a travel and visited many architecture as much as possible. I visited Italy, Finland, Norway, Sweden, Denmark, France, Switzerland, London and so on... Architecture itself was a great teacher for me . I can read the living of people in those days , social conditions, religion and technology. What is impressed me is architecture is highly connected with culture and culture is shaped from geology, temperature, climates and so on.

食事

I think to take three meals in day is highly important because our body are made of what you eat. Eating regularly with balanced nourishment is one of the most essential thing for our life.

I think older people can enjoy s cooking because most of young people including me hardly cook by myself. The one reason is that if you live alone it costs much cheaper buying already meal than cooking by own. I was really surprised that Vegetables and fruits are very cheap in Europe. But elder generations has a habit of cooking because they have an experience to cook for their family. In addition It is not so much popular the ready meal 30 years ago compered with now.

I think the technology will develop more and more , some company improve the quality of microwaved meals which keep the nourishment. Moreover there is some possibility of robot or AI can cook for us.

-週末

I often visit museum in weekend. There is many interesting temporal exhibition in Tokyo. Last weekend I visited Mori Art Museum in Roppongi about Japanese architecture. This exhibition focuses on the history ofJapanese architecture both contemporary and historical aspects and illustrates the back ground of the culture. Visiting exhibition brings me new aspect about theme and broaden my horizon.

-親友

I have a best friend Marina. We meet in the summer of 2016. We studied in Berlin together for one year and discuss about assignment, design and cultural difference. She is good at time managing and theoretically thinking and I am good at thinking creative ideas and taking an action. We are the best partner.

-言葉

Yes. I actually am learning German. I realized most European can speak three languages at least while I studied in Germany. I think to learn different language is a great help to understand different culture and thought in another country.

-歴史

I am interested in contemporary history especially after the industrial revolution. It is because after the industrial revolution , life style of people changed dramatically and made a foundation of modern system same as ours. I am curious about how people could apply to new technology and thought.

In addition, my field is contemporary architecture and that is significant turning point of it.

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meringuebones · 7 years ago

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1: How tall or short do you wish you were? I’m fine with my height. 2: What’s your dream pet (real or not)? A mabari or a nug from Dragon Age.

3: Do you have a favorite clothing style? Ninja-goth and street-goth are cool to look at. If I had a ton of money, that would be how I dress. But I don’t, so... I just wear plain black clothes. 4: What was your favorite video game growing up? Final Fantasy IX, Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask, Crash Bandicoot trilogy, and Spyro the Dragon series. 5: What three things/people do you think of most each day: My husband, money, work. 6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say? That I’ll sacrifice them to the almighty Dark Lord if they cross me. I don’t know. Whatever. 7: What is your Greek personality type (Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic)? Choleric. 8: Are you ticklish? Very much so. 9: Are you allergic to anything? Not that I can think of. I used to be allergic to bananas. 10: What’s your sexuality? Hetero. 11: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa? Tea. 12: Are you a cat or dog person? I like both, but I’d go with dogs. 13: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson? Elf, like a dark elf from the Elder Scrolls series. 14: Do you have a favorite Youtuber? No, I don’t watch any specific YouTubers. 15: How tall are you? 5′2″. 16: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? I’m fine with my name. 17: How much do you weigh? Like 135 lbs. 18: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits? Yeah, definitely. 19: Do you like space or the ocean more? The ocean. 20: Are you religious? Not really. I consider myself Agnostic. 21: Pet peeves? People who don’t use their blinkers while driving, people who are rude to cashiers, people who steal art/writing/whatever and claim it as theirs, when the weather says it’s going to rain and then it doesn’t, silverware scraping dishes, interrupting me when I’m talking, and many other things. 22: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal (opposite of nocturnal)? Diurnal. I like sleeping when it’s dark outside. 23: Favorite constellation? Osiris. 24: Favorite star? Altair, just because of the name. I don’t care for the star itself. 25: Do you like ball-jointed dolls? Uh... sure. They’re kind of neat, I guess. 26: Any phobias or fears? Roaches, the dark, the paranormal, mirrors and windows in the dark, someone I love dying tragically. 27: Do you think global warming is real? Definitely. 28: Do you believe in reincarnation? It’s interesting, but I’m not sure if I believe it or not. 29: Favorite movie? I can’t name just one. It’s way easier if I were to be asked, like... what my favorite comedy, horror, animated, etc. movie is. 30: Do you get scared easily? Yes! Not as much I used to get, but I still manage to get easily scared by little things. I torture myself by reading scary stories when I’m home alone. 31: How many pets have you own in your lifetime? Eight were officially ours—two fish, two rabbits, a guinea pig, a dog, and two cats. One cat is still alive and with my parents. Then there’s, like, a million feral cats around that neighborhood that love being around their house. 32: What is a color that calms you? Gray. 33: Where would you like to travel and/or live? I think I’m fine with where I live for now, but I’d like to travel to Iceland, Bolivia, Sweden, Norway, Denmark, Spain, Morocco, Egypt, Turkey, France, Romania, Ukraine, South Korea, Taiwan, and Japan. 34: Where were you born? Rome, Italy. 35: What is your eye color? Brown. 36: Introvert or extrovert? Introvert. 37: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs? Not at all, but I do like reading the lists people come up with, like the zodiac signs as types of Pokémon or Greek gods or whatever. 38: Hugs or kisses? Hugs. 39: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now? No one in mind. 40: Who is someone you love deeply? My husband. 41: Any piercings you want? Nah, I’m good. 42: Do you like tattoos and piercings? I do, but not on me. 43: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so? I have smoked, but I don’t regularly smoke. 44: Talk about your crush, if you have one! Uh... I’ll talk about a celebrity crush. He’s an annoying, bald Swedish dude who’s an exceptionally talented guitarist and music producer. Extra emphasis on the word ‘annoying.’ 45: What is a sound you really hate? Silverware scraping dishes, the vacuum, the blender, really heavy footsteps, the sound of vomiting, pots and pans clanking together. 46: A sound you really love? Rain, thunder, ocean waves, fire crackling, strong wind. 47: Can you do a backflip? Maybe. If I want a trip to the hospital right after, sure. 48: Can you do the splits? I can do a front split, but not a side split. 49: Favorite actor and/or actress? I don’t really have any. I mean, I have some I like and find attractive, but I don’t pay too much attention to them. 50: Favorite book? ”Death: A Life” by George Pendle. 51: How are you feeling right now? Tired. I also still feel blah from that ramen I ate earlier. 52: What color would you like your hair to be right now? I’m fine with its natural color. 53: When did you feel happiest? Mm, probably when I got married this past Monday. 54: Something that calms you down? Usually laying down is enough for me. 55: Have any mental disorders? General anxiety and ADHD. 56: What does your URL mean? Bones made out of meringue. 57: What three words describe you the most? Mischievous, tired, creative. 58: Do you believe in evolution? Yes. 59: What makes you unfollow a blog? They haven’t updated in forever, they start reblogging too much fandom discourse, or they say some stupid offensive bullshit (e.g. racism, classism, homophobia, etc.). 60: What makes you follow a blog? They mostly post what I like seeing on my dash. 61: Favorite kind of person: ... Someone nice. Which I figure is what most people would say is their favorite kind of person. 62: Favorite animal(s): Rabbits, hares, bears, bats. 63: Name three of your favorite blogs. Let’s not. 64: Favorite emoticon: The ghost or pile of poop. 65: Favorite meme: Any Kermit or DW reaction image. 66: What is your MBTI personality type? INFJ. 67: What is your star sign? Cancer. 68: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog? My dog’s dead and she never obeyed commands. She was way too hyper. 69: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most? Plain black zip-up hoodie, random t-shirt tucked into a black tennis skirt, black thigh-high stockings, a pair of black/white low-top Vans. 70: Post a selfie or two? No. 71: Do you have platform shoes? I have a couple pairs of wedges, if that counts. 72: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself? I can walk backwards like Regan from The Exorcist. Now... can I do it on stairs? Probably not without breaking my neck. 73: Can you do a front flip? I can on a trampoline. 74: Do you like birds? Sure, they’re alright. I think puffins are super cute. 75: Do you like to swim? I do. 76: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you? I’ve never gone ice skating, but I feel like I’d still answer with swimming. 77: Something you wish didn’t exist: Donald Trump. 78: Some thing you wish did exist: Fifty large sacks of money right in front of me. 79: Piercings you have? None. 80: Something you really enjoy doing: Sleeping and daydreaming. 81: Favorite person to talk to: My husband. 82: What was your first impression of Tumblr? I don’t remember. That was back in like 2010. Obviously I must have liked it enough if I’m still here. 83: How many followers do you have? Negative five. 84: Can you run a mile within ten minutes? I’m not sure. I could back in high school when we ran timed miles, but I weigh a bit more, so... Hm. Maybe not. 85: Do your socks always match? When I actually bother to wear them, yes. I hate mismatched socks. 86: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely? Ah, something I can do! Yes. 87: What are your birthstones? Ruby. I’m not sure if I have more than one... 88: If you were an animal, which one would you be? A shark, possibly. Or a hare. 89: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be? Black velvet petunia. 90: A store you hate? I don’t care enough. 91: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day? Like two. Not much. I prefer tea. 92: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds? Fly. Reading minds would be shit with my anxiety. 93: Do you like to wear camo? Not really. 94: Winter or summer? Winter. 95: How long can you hold your breath for? I was bored and timed it right now. A minute and nine seconds. 96: Least favorite person? Any evil dictator. 97: Someone you look up to: My parents. [/cue ‘aww.’] 98: A store you love? Barnes and Noble. I can feel as if my wallet is mad at me every time I shop there. 99: Favorite type of shoes Vans. 100: Where do you live? The U.S. 101: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why? No, because I don’t want to be. 102: What is your favorite mineral or gem? Sapphires, rubies, azurite. 103: Do you drink milk? Sometimes. 104: Do you like bugs? Not really. 105: Do you like spiders? I like some... like the plush black spider on my bed. 106: Something you get paranoid about? The paranormal. 107: Can you draw?: I can. I even went to school and made a career out of it. 108: Nosiest question you have ever been asked? Anything very sexual, like related to kinks, fetishes, or whatever. 109: A question you hate being asked? I hate when I’m tired and someone asks if I’m okay, and then when I say that I am they say some stupid shit like, “Are you sure? You don’t look okay.” 110: Ever been bitten by a spider? YES. I still have a big scar behind my knee from being bit by one a long time ago. 111: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach? I do. 112: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days? Cloudy. 113: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now: My husband. 114: Favorite cloud type: Google calls them cirrus clouds. 115: What color do you wish the sky was? Like naturally? Gray, all the time. Or maybe pastel purple all the time. 116: Do you have freckles? Nope. 117: Favorite thing about a person: I suppose the little traits and interests that make them wholly them. 118: Fruits or vegetables? Fruits. 119: Something you want to do right now: Take a shower. 120: Is the ocean or sky prettier? The ocean. 121: Sweet or sour foods? Sweet. 122: Bright or dim lights? Dim lights. 123: Do you believe in a certain magical creature? Kind of. I mean, there are parts of the Earth we’ve yet to explore, and we’re constantly finding new species every single year. Who’s to say something ‘magical’ doesn’t exist and it really isn’t magical? 124: Something you hate about Tumblr: Hive-mind mentality, especially when it comes down to someone being called out. 125: Something you love about Tumblr: There are so many things to pull inspiration from as an artist. Also the roleplay community is pretty sweet, depending on what fandom you join. 126: What do you think about the least? I’m not sure. 127: What would you want written on your tombstone? A curse of some sorts. 128: Who would you like to punch in the face right now? Why would I want to hurt my hand? Pass. 129: What is something you love but also hate about yourself? Hm... Maybe how much I care about certain people/things. 130: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures? Rarely. 131: Computer or TV? Computer. 132: Do you like roller coasters? They’re alright. 133: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness? I used to when I was a little kid, but not anymore. 134: Are your ears free or attached? They’re free, but barely. 135: Do you believe in karma? I’m not a buddhist, so no. 136: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are? Maybe a 7. 137: What nicknames do you have/have had? I have too many. We’d be here all night. 138: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends? I never did. 139: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink? Not repeatedly. I saw one a couple times so they could diagnose me and give me meds that I don’t take, but that’s it. 140: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others? Mostly good, I think. 141: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help? Giving help, mainly because I hate the idea of receiving it in any way. I don’t like admitting I need help. As for gifts, I like both giving and receiving about equally. 142: What makes you angry?: A lot of things. 143: How many languages do you speak fluently? Honestly, one. Kind of sad. I can’t speak my native language fluently anymore. 144: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries? Boys. 145: Are you androgynous? No, I don’t think so. 146: Favorite physical thing about yourself: My hair and ass. 147: Favorite thing about your personality: My creativity. 148: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person. I don’t want to. 149: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose? I wouldn’t. I’m fine reading about them. I don’t need to experience their pains. 150: Do you like BuzzFeed? I don’t really have an opinion about them. 151: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? Short story, mutual friends. I’m too lazy to type out the long story. 152: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons? Not really. I give a lot of nose and head kisses though. [EDIT] Okay, so earlier whenI took this survey my eyes just seemed to skip over the word ‘platonic.’ I don’t give platonic kisses. 153: Do you like to play with others’ hair? Nope. 154: What embarrasses you? Remembering embarrassing things I did like ten years ago and curling up into a ball. It’s an endless cycle. 155: Something that makes you nervous/anxious: Being out in public. 156: Biggest lie you have ever told: No idea. Maybe that I liked someone. Or that I was working on a project when I wasn’t. 157: How many people are you following? On my personal Tumblr, 956. I can’t follow anyone from this particular blog because it’s just a sideblog. 158: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)? I’m not going into my roleplay accounts because I don’t feel like signing in/out, so I’ll just do my main and sideblogs. Main (cyberpunk + fandoms) is 6,073. Cute sideblog is 2,194. Nature sideblog is 1,615. Reference sideblog is 212. Brown/tan aesthetic sideblog is 322. Then there’s two sideblogs I don’t know the aesthetic of, but one has 230 posts while the other has 110. 159: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)? I don’t feel like looking anymore. 160: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)? 331 on my main. 161: Last time you cried and why: I don’t remember. 162: Do you have long or short hair? Very long hair. 163: Longest your hair has ever been: It’s currently the longest it’s been, and it’s about an inch above the base of my back. 164: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religion? In short, because I don’t care. 165: Do you really care how the universe and world was created? Not really. I mean, I think it’s interesting to read about, but I don’t care when it relates to religion. 166: Do you like to wear makeup? Sometimes. 167: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds? Probably not anymore. 168: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully? I did.

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