sassyblaien prompted: klaine at the grocery store and kurt is checking the fullness of a fruit he wants to buy and thinking about how a rather squishy one reminds him of blaine’s butt
It isn’t until he picks up the fourth or fifth avocado that Kurt realizes what he’s doing.
Or rather, he has both hands cupping and gently squeezing two particularly round avocados, testing for a little give but making sure they’re still firm enough that they’ll last a few days before going overripe, when Blaine leans in next to him and says, “Geez, get a room.”
Kurt startles, knocking into the avocado display and reaching out to steady a few of the fruits close to rolling off. He narrows his eyes in suspicion at Blaine’s delighted expression. “How long have you been standing there?”
"Long enough to see you groping and squeezing avocados in a way that’s weirdly similar to how you handle my butt," Blaine says, lowering his voice even though his grin just gets wider, more devious. "So how do they compare?"
There are female athletes who will be competing at the Olympic Games this summer after undergoing treatment to make them less masculine.
Still others are being secretly investigated for displaying overly manly characteristics, as sport’s highest medical officials attempt to quantify — and regulate — the hormonal difference between male and female athletes.
Caster Semenya, the South African runner who was so fast and muscular that many suspected she was a man, exploded onto the front pages three years ago. She was considered an outlier, a one-time anomaly.
But similar cases are emerging all over the world, and Semenya, who was banned from competition for 11 months while authorities investigated her sex, is back, vying for gold.
Semenya and other women like her face a complex question: Does a female athlete whose body naturally produces unusually high levels of male hormones, allowing them to put on more muscle mass and recover faster, have an “unfair” advantage?
In a move critics call “policing femininity,” recent rule changes by the International Association of Athletics Federations (IAAF), the governing body of track and field, state that for a woman to compete, her testosterone must not exceed the male threshold.
If it does, she must have surgery or receive hormone therapy prescribed by an expert IAAF medical panel and submit to regular monitoring. So far, at least a handful of athletes — the figure is confidential — have been prescribed treatment, but their numbers could increase. Last month, the International Olympic Committee began the approval process to adopt similar rules for the Games.
There’s a lot going on here, but here’s what jumped out at us immediately: Women, particularly women athletes, are constantly told they’re not as strong or fast as men—and now that they’re proving otherwise, they’re being forced to undergo hormone treatments. We don’t think it’s a coincidence that women of color are coming under fire for this more than white women. From the article: “Lindsay Perry, another scientist, says sometimes whole teams of African women are dead ringers for men.” This is a clear example of how we’ve constructed a very particular, very narrow ideal of femininity and womanhood that devalues and casts aside black women in particular.
my dad died from ALS when i was 3 years old. he was 36. my mom was 33. that was 30 years ago. now i’m the same age my mom was when my dad died. and there is still no cure for ALS.
this is what happens when you have ALS: your muscles slowly stop working, one part at a time. for my dad, first he couldn’t use one of his hands. then his arm. then the other arm. then he couldn’t walk. then he couldn’t stand up. then he couldn’t talk. then he couldn’t swallow. then he couldn’t breathe. then he was dead.
this all took about two years. he was diagnosed when i was about one year old. the only memories i have about my dad are of an inert body in a wheelchair or lying in a bed with a bunch of tubes stuck into it. as i was learning to talk, he was losing the ability to speak. as i was learning to walk, he stopped being able to move. my mom often had to choose between who she was going to help go to the bathroom at any given moment: her husband or her toddler.
after my dad died, my mom took over the philadelphia chapter of the ALS association. it consisted of a shoebox full of notecards with names on it. now it is a multi-million dollar organization with a large staff. she is still in charge. my mom is one of the most amazing people on the planet, basically.
these past couple weeks have been mind-boggling. i have openly wept watching so many of these videos. i still don’t completely get how all of this has happened, but now we live in a world in which lil wayne and taylor swift and oprah and justin timberlake and weird al and bill gates talk about ALS. my mom just emailed me this sentence: “lebron james ice bucket challenge.” i mean, IS THIS REAL LIFE?! i just keep saying over and over: holy shit. holy shit. holy shit.
so far, it has raised over 10 million dollars… and counting. my mom has spent every single day of her life for the past three decades trying to get this kind of attention and funds for this disease.
i don’t care if it’s a stupid gimmick. i don’t care if people are just doing this because it’s trendy or because they want pats on the back. i don’t care if it’s the new harlem shake. i don’t care if for the rest of my life, when i talk about ALS, i have to say “you know, the ice bucket disease.”
please, everybody, please keep pouring buckets of ice over your heads. please keep donating money. please keep talking about this.
my mom’s chapter:
p.s. the only reason i haven’t done my own ice bucket challenge yet is because i wanted to do it with my mom. we’re seeing each other next week, so it will happen then, i promise.
Think about this next time you think it’s just a stupid gimick
mins80 prompted: both are babysitting & meet in a park/playgroup
Klaine alternate meeting AU
It figures that Cooper’s last minute, just want to see you baby brother let’s catch up visit to New York would actually lead to him being stuck with Cooper’s demon-spawn while he gallivants around the city with his wife “networking.”
Blaine does actual air-quotes in his living room, all alone with Ace who okay, isn’t that awful, hemmed in by his playpen that is now devoid of toys, instead thrown in various places around Blaine’s apartment. Blaine has learned not to give them back unless he wants to to get creamed in the face by Sophie the Giraffe again.
“Alright kid, while your mom and dad are busy harassing directors and charming their way backstage, even though I have a very distinct memory of your dad telling me Broadway is dead, but whatever that’s not the point…” Blaine rolls his eyes and huffs and he’s getting off track and now Ace is standing up and rattling the playpen back and forth.
“Let’s go to the park,” he announces, reaching for his nephew who gives a high wailing screech in reply. Blaine’s ears ring. Well, he can certainly project his voice. Cooper must be thrilled.
Narrating People’s Lives: On the Sidewalk! by Thomas Sanders
The Kids From Yesterday || A Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes Pop-Punk Mix
1. Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year - Fall Out Boy 2. Coffee Shop Soundtrack - All Time Low 3. MakeDamnSure - Taking Back Sunday 4. This is Gospel - Panic! at the Disco 5. Miss Missing You - Fall Out Boy 6. The World Has Its Shine (But I Would Drop It On A Dime) - Cobra Starship 7. Everything We Had - The Academy Is… 8. The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot - Brand New 9. Blue and Yellow - The Used 10. The Kids From Yesterday - My Chemical Romance