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goldenalec · 5 years

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so like bohemian rhapsody got a lot of negative press bc of how it portrayed freddie's sexuality, aids diagnosis etc. do you agree with all of this? i'm kind of confused bc i really liked it and i don'd understand a lot of the negativity

This is gonna get slightly long because I have some opinions so buckle up lol.

I loved the movie. I’m a huge Queen fan, and I always have been. I used to listen to ‘70s and ‘80s music all the damn time as a kid, initially because I had no choice because that’s ALL my dad would listen to, but I started to love it. I grew up on stuff like Eurythmics, Led Zeppelin, Boney M, and Queen. I don’t listen to them all the time anymore, but they’re still amazing artists and I love them. I have a distinct memory of my parents, my brother and I singing along to “Killer Queen” in the car when we were on a road trip in Northern India a long time ago.

All of this is just my opinion, so you can disagree with me if you want. For me, the movie mostly stood out because a) the music is incredible and I was jamming along with the entire theatre and it was electrifying, and b) the performances of all the actors (Rami especially) were fckn amazing. I think that it’s getting flack because some people thought it “sanitised” some aspects of Freddie’s life as a queer man and artist. I, for one, appreciated that Freddie actually said the word “bisexual” in the movie (even though Mary said “Freddie you’re gay” right after, but that actually happened in real life so). Media in general has a really horrible tendency to completely erase bisexuality, so the fact that the word was said in a major feature film, that Freddie identified himself as such, is really great imo. A lot of people don’t seem to grasp the fact that Freddie was actually bi. He was deeply in love with Mary Austin, and was actually engaged to her for a time. He wrote “Love of My Life” about her. She was a huge part of his life until the very end. She’s the only one who knows where his ashes are to this day. I think the movie’s acknowledgement of this connection between Freddie and Mary doesn’t, and shouldn’t, constitute as an erasure of his sexuality. You can be a bisexual man and have a relationship with a woman and still be a bisexual man.

Freddie Mercury didn’t want his sexuality to define him - he never really labeled himself and wanted his music to be the focus. He was a very private person. That’s not to say that his identity wasn’t important, because it sure as hell was. His identity is extremely important because he’s a prominent LGBT+ man of colour who is a legendary icon in music and in culture in general. The movie recognized his bisexuality by portraying two important and lasting relationships in his life, Mary Austin and Jim Hutton.

As for discourse surrounding Freddie’s AIDS diagnosis - in reality, Freddie wasn’t diagnosed until 1986/1987 (depending on different accounts). Live Aid was in 1985. The movie took some creative license to introduce the AIDS diagnosis before Live Aid. I think this is partly because ending the movie with a performance as iconic and ever-lasting as Live Aid is brilliant from a directorial standpoint, and also because I don’t think Freddie wanted to be remembered/depicted as someone suffering greatly from his illness. I think the movie does an outstanding job celebrating Freddie as he was: an insanely talented musician, artist, and incredible human being in general who truly rocked the world. They still wanted the AIDS to be part of the storyline, because it was so significant, so they introduced it before Live Aid.

Ultimately, I think what a lot of people are forgetting is that this movie is supposed to be about Queen and not just Freddie Mercury. Sure, Freddie was arguably the most popular member of Queen and his story is truly extraordinary with all the trials and tribulations he overcame to become one of the most celebrated and greatest musicians of all time. But the movie was also supposed to be about the band. It was supposed to celebrate the band’s success as well. Don’t you think it was important that the filmmakers honour the wishes of the remaining band members, who wanted their contributions to Queen to be recognized as well? That was part of the reason Sacha Baron Cohen dropped the project. He wanted to make the movie all about Freddie, and Brian May and Roger Taylor weren’t too keen on that.

The movie succeeds in introducing a new generation of fans to Queen. As someone who grew up listening to them, it was absolutely incredible to see them on the big screen like this. Did they mainstream it so that everyone could come and watch it? Sure. But the performances were electrifying and the atmosphere in the movie theatre was probably one of the best I’ve ever been in. I loved it, and I think a lot of the criticism is unfounded.

#asks #anonymous #long post #sorry for the long post lol #bohemian rhapsody #discourse #i think?

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sickandvomiting · 5 years

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Trials and Tribulations (1/?)

So apparently our lovely tungle dot com decided to completely erase a couple of my fics, this being one of them. So here I am to repost, bc this is actually important to a major plot arc for the Blues Group.

“YES! Ah! That’s it!” Avi exclaimed, startling Morgan out of his momentary daze. Avi had called Morgan over to their place earlier in the day for help with a new song idea, but they had gotten rather stuck on a chord in the bridge and everything Morgan had been suggesting for the past ten minutes was shot down. Eventually Morgan just let Avi do their thing, zoning out for a bit as they plunked around on the piano, trying to find the exact combination of notes they were hearing in their head. Inwardly he was actually a little grateful for the break. He had been feeling a kind of gnawing in his stomach for the last hour or so that had recently blossomed into mild nausea, and the reprieve from constant conversation and singing was nice, although short lived. He absently ran a hand over his stomach as he turned back to Avi.

“Let’s hear it then,” he prompted, gesturing to the keyboard. The lanky pianist smiled, whipping around and starting from the beginning of the bridge, singing Morgan’s vocals quietly along with the accompaniment. When they got to the part they had gotten stuck on before, they looked pointedly over at Morgan and raised an eyebrow as they played the dissonant chord they had been agonizing over before finishing out the bridge with a flourish. It was beautiful, tones playing off each other and leading the ear in unexpected ways. Half steps are a thing of beauty, Morgan thought.

“Yes! That fits so much better than what I was saying,” he laughed, inwardly wincing a bit as the motion jostled his unsettled stomach.

“I know, that’s why I kept saying no to what you were saying, sugar” Avi replied, thick southern drawl curling their words. “I’d give my left leg for your perfect pitch.” They laughed as Morgan raised an eyebrow at them.

“And what exactly would I do with your left leg after said trade?” He smiled amusedly as Avi shrugged and went back to playing. “Seems like I’d be getting the short end of the stick.”

“Search me, darlin’. Maybe hit people with it? Carry it around to give people a scare?” they quipped back, not looking up from the keys. “It’s certainly long enough and white enough to pass for a fancy marble pillar, so maybe stick it on the fancy porch of a very small mansion?” they added, smiling down at the piano as their fingers flew over the keyboard.

Morgan laughed, but said nothing. Instead, he stifled a breathy burp behind his fist. He wasn’t quite sure what was making him queasy, but he was sure at this point that hunger wasn’t the culprit. The very thought of eating made his stomach roll uneasily inside him. Avi’s unnaturally warm room certainly wasn’t helping his case, nor were the strong smelling leftovers from their lunch a few hours earlier. Spicy Indian curry. Another burp rolled up his throat and his cheeks puffed out as he tried to keep it silent. Avi was too absorbed in what they were playing to notice anything else, for which Morgan was grateful. He pressed the back of his fingers against his cheek, feeling his flushed face. He was definitely too warm, but again, that could just be the heat of the room. Perhaps he was reading into things too much.

He sat in silence listening to Avi play for a few more minutes when his stomach let out an audible gurgle, which in turn elicited another belch. Maybe curry had been a bad idea. I need to get out of this room, Morgan thought. He stood slowly, being careful not to jar his quickly worsening stomach.

“Back in a moment,” he said as he stepped through the door. Avi nodded and waved a hand in dismissal when they could spare it, not really processing what had been said.

Morgan closed the door behind him, but unfortunately both the heat and the smell had already permeated the entire apartment. Pressing a hand against his gurgling stomach, he momentarily sagged against the wall before stepping into the bathroom and leaning over the sink. He looked up at himself in the mirror. He didn’t look particularly sick. No sunken eyes or terrible flush - if anything, he looked a bit paler than normal despite how hot his face felt. He stifled another burp behind his fist, tasting an offensive mixture of stomach acid, curry, and the coffee he drank earlier. He pulled his long dreads back into a ponytail and turned on the faucet, splashing some of the cool water on his face. It felt good on his too-warm skin, and he leaned down and took a sip from the stream. The cool liquid felt amazing. Maybe it’s just dehydration after all, he thought. After all, he hadn’t had a proper drink of water in longer than he could remember. And it didn’t seem to hurt him, so he took a slightly longer drink from it, and when that felt alright, another. He didn’t stop until he felt like he had rehydrated sufficiently, and was a little cooler to boot.

As he stood up to return to the room, the water in his now full stomach sloshed uncomfortably. He had only taken a few steps back down the hallway when it started churning and roiling with a newfound vengeance. The nausea came back so quickly and with such intensity that he had to support himself with the wall as he staggered back to the restroom as quickly as he could given that the floor was tilting feet. He clamped a hand over his mouth; salty saliva began to pool in his mouth and he gagged unproductively against his palm.

As soon as the toilet was in sight his stomach lurched, sending up a small torrent of water that spurted from between his fingers. He darted over to the sink and doubled over, heaving again. Mostly liquid sick splattered into the basin, a few droplets splashing back up onto his face and shirt. He took a moment to catch his breath, and bit back a gag as he darted over to the toilet and lifted the lid. No sooner had he collapsed to his knees than he pitched forward as another gush thundered into bowl, coming out his nose with the force of it. He panted toward the water, and screwed his eyes shut as his stomach rolled violently, more sick splattering into the murky water.

He let his mouth hang open expectantly as tendrils of drool and sick clung to his lips, but nothing else came. He knew there was more in there; his stomach was still churning and burbling like a boiling pot, but it seemed to be finished for the moment. He spit into the soiled water and grabbed a handful of toilet paper to wipe his watering eyes and the rest of his face before pitching it into the bowl. He grabbed another wad and blew his nose, almost gagging again as something dislodged that definitely wasn’t supposed to be there. He stayed kneeling for another minute, just in case, but when nothing happened he flushed the toilet stood cautiously. He made his way slowly back to Avi’s room, with small cautious steps, keeping one hand on his aching belly and the other on the wall since the room still felt as though it was pitching about like a boat on the water.

He opened the door and the smell of curry hit him like a freight train. His stomach gurgled ominously, and for a moment he was sure he was going to be sick again right there, but the danger passed after a few seconds and he stepped gingerly into the room.

Avi turned to face him when they heard the door open and gasped. All color had gone from under Morgan’s dark skin except for a few reddish blotches on the apples of his cheeks, his eyes were red and puffy, and the way he hunched over and cradled his belly spoke volumes as to how he must be feeling.

“I threw up,” he croaked out, anticipating the question when Avi’s mouth opened to speak. His normally rich voice was raspy and shallow.

Avi sprang off the bench and crossed the room in two strides. “Why didn’t you say something earlier?” they asked, despite already knowing the answer. Morgan was a very private person, and did everything in his power to keep from letting people know when something was wrong. Something about “showing weakness”, they remembered him say. They placed a cool hand on his forehead and tsked quietly at the warmth they felt.

“You’ve got a fever darlin’.”

They moved to guide Morgan to the bed, but even before they made contact Morgan’s eyes widened with sudden panic. His hand flew to his mouth as gagged, but it did nothing to stop the stream of sick from splattering down his chest and onto the floor, coating his shirt and shoes. The spray caught Avi’s skirt and shoes as well. He tried to apologize but got cut off but another gag. Avi frantically shoved their trash bin under Morgan’s chin just in time to catch the second wave, and held it there as he burped up another mouthful of sick. It fell into the bin with a crinkle of the plastic liner, followed by another larger wave. They turned their head away, closing their eyes as he spewed another gush into the bin, the sight and smell turning their stomach as well.

The bout ended just as quickly as it started, and as soon as he felt safe to speak, apologies started tumbling out of Morgan’s mouth as fast as he could say them.

“Oh my god I’m so so sorry I didn’t mean to oh my god I’m sorry there’s such a mess I’m so so sorry I don’t know what happened-”

Avi cut him off, shushing him gently. “It’s okay, Morgan. It’s not your fault. You’re alright.” They set the basin on the ground and wiped his mouth with a tissue. “Let’s get you out of these soiled clothes and clean you up, okay?” When he nodded, they grabbed his clean hand started steering him in the direction of the bathroom.

Morgan’s head was reeling. Stars danced about the corners of his vision as his head throbbed in time with his racing pulse. He leaned heavily on Avi for support when his knees threatened to buckle. His legs were trembling so hard he was sure the muscles would just give out and send him sprawling to the ground. His limbs all felt like jelly and his abs cramped and ached, as though every bit of energy in his body had been sapped up by the fit.

The trip to the restroom was a short one, but felt like it took far longer than the 30 seconds they really spent struggling to stay upright. As soon as they got there Avi all but dropped Morgan onto the toilet. He groaned at the jarring movement and sagged forward, curling both arms around his stomach, his head lolling against his chest. He always felt exhausted after throwing up, but this was something else. He was so warm. His eyelids were so heavy.

Avi turned on the faucet in their large bath, letting the water run until it was warm before plugging the drain. They then tapped Morgan’s cheek to rouse him, grimacing at the heat they felt there. Was it possible for a fever to shoot up so quickly? They bit their lip in worry as Morgan’s glassy eyes worked to focus on them, eventually settling on the bright floral tattoo on their chest, seemingly unable to look up any further. Or at least unwilling.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Avi said, more for their own benefit than Morgan’s. “Stay with me, sweetheart,” they whispered, brushing a stray dread behind Morgan’s ear and tipping his face up toward their own.

“‘M here,” Morgan mumbled almost incoherently, looking pointedly away from Avi in humiliation. “‘M just… so tired. Why’m I so tired?” His eyes turned toward them, searching their face for an answer, but saw only worry.

“I don’t know, sugar,” Avi answered, starting to tug at the bottom of Morgan’s shirt. “Arms up, okay? We’ve gotta get you cleaned up.”

“Mmmnh,” Morgan groaned, blushing crimson as Avi helped to strip him of his sick drenched shirt. They threw it unceremoniously into the sink before asking Morgan to stand and take his jeans off while they supported him. He obliged, albeit slowly and reluctantly, mind working through a fog as his fingers fumbled with the buttons and zip.

Once he was wearing nothing but his boxers, Avi helped him into the tub and turned off the water. It was a really nice tub, deep enough that he was mostly submerged, other than his shoulders and head, and long enough to stretch out his legs. Any other time he would have appreciated it, but right now the warmth of the water was starting to get to his head and make his stomach churn all over again.

Avi crossed to the sink and turned on the tap, soaking the soiled clothes-- those were a later problem-- while Morgan dispensed some soap onto a washcloth that was draped over the side of the tub. He shook his head as the sickeningly sweet black cherry scent turned his stomach, but there was some resistance to the motion.

“Shit,” he mumbled.

Avi whipped around, assuming that something bad was about to happen. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“M’ hair got wet…” he said, struggling to get the saturated locs out from behind his back.

Avi breathed a sigh of relief. This they could help with. They sat down on the edge of the tub and gently swatted Morgan’s trembling hands away before helping him sit forward enough to pull his long hair out of the water. They wrapped the dripping ends in a towel and wrung them out as best they could before using a big sparkly scrunchy to pull all of his hair up into a bun on top of his head.

“Cute,” they said with a wry laugh as Morgan stared at them incredulously.

“This a good look for me?” he asked, smiling halfheartedly when Avi replied “Definitely,” with a wink.

He resumed running the washcloth over his chest and arms, trying to get the dirty feeling off of them despite the fact that the sick had already been rinsed away. Avi excused themself to go change into some fresh clothes, and Morgan rested the side of his head against the cool wall as soon as they were gone. He sat completely still for a few minutes as his stomach churned, doing flips inside him. The nausea had come back again, and he burped openly against the tile, tasting acid at the back of his throat. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms protectively around his middle, curling in on himself out of sight under the water and bubbles. His shoulders jerked with another sudden low belch, and he suddenly felt that familiar tug in the back of his throat as spit pooled in his mouth. He was going to be sick again.

He struggled to get out of the tub but his legs wouldn’t cooperate and he slid back into the water with a splash. A trembling hand hovered over his mouth as his eyes scanned the room for a basin. The toilet was too far away, and the only trash can in the room was out of reach as well.

He gagged against his hand before calling out “Avi!” who appeared in the doorframe seconds later, wearing nothing but a pair of sleep shorts. “Tra- HEULP!- trashcan”, he said, head hanging pathetically over the edge of the tub. Avi scrambled to grab the bin and shoved it under Morgan’s chin just as a mess of beige slime spilled out from between his lips.

He took the basin with shaking hands and pulled it into the tub with him so he could sit up straight and wasn’t twisted around at the middle. He pitched forward as he was sick again, head ducking so far into the bin that his face (and everything coming out of it) was obscured by its sides. He heard the water sloshing against it as he retched up another wave and chunks of his lunch fell into the unlined bin with a shallow patter.

Avi placed a comforting hand on Morgan’s back as he got sick for what felt like the umpteenth time that day. They rubbed up and down his spine gently, slender fingers occasionally dipping into the water. They expected his bout to end quickly like the last one did, but that didn’t happen. Morgan choked and spluttered and gagged into the basin as wave after wave of sick was forced up with painful heaves. The gushes got smaller and smaller until there was absolutely nothing left in his stomach, and even then powerful dry heaves wracked his frame, occasionally bringing up a trickle of yellow bile.

Nearly a full eight minutes later, Morgan collapsed against the back of the tub as Avi took the bin from him before it could tip into the water. Tears rolled down his cheeks and Avi swiped them away with their thumb before cleaning up Morgan’s face with the washcloth. Morgan moaned as his muscles seemed to give out and he slipped further into the water. Avi caught him before his face was submerged and held him upright, his face against their chest. He started to sob; whether it was from pain, from exhaustion, from embarrassment, Avi didn’t know. They leaned over the edge of the tub, pulling him in closer and holding him, allowing him to cry freely against their chest, hot tears running down their bare skin as they dropped from his eyes.

Panic surged through their body like electricity, making their fingers tingle and chest tight. Morgan didn’t cry. He never cried. When he did, you knew something was really really wrong. They they hummed gently against the top of his head, stroking his arm with one hand while the other supported his back.

“You’re okay. I’ve got you,” they whispered. They glanced around the room to find a dry towel to dry his tears with.

That’s when they saw it.

At the bottom of the shallow trash can.

Blood, mixed in with the sick. A significant amount.

They did their best to keep calm as adrenaline and panic coursed through their veins anew, and they quietly reached for their phone and pressed the emergency call button.

“911, what is your emergency?”

#my writing #morgan #avi #sickfic #my ocs #blues group #male vomit #emetophilia #illness #blood tw #fever

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karabites · 7 years

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so like. have y’all seen this picture? bc I wrote a fic kind of based off of it (unfortunately I’m not ok with writing smut yet so not the happiest end possible for Chibita. he’s ok tho)

At the Whims of Fate (ao3)

Karamatsu sends Chibita a dick pic on accident. What happens next will warm your heart.

Oh. Of course. Karamatsu stared at his phone in disbelief. Then anger, bargaining, depression, and finally acceptance. Fate never seemed to smile on him for more than a minute and today was no exception. Today, Fate had brought him a text from that lovely woman he met the other day. She’d seemed down on her luck, a little ragged, very tired, but she had a sense of humor about it. The spring air was cool and delicious, gracing them with the sensual aroma of blooming flowers, though that may have just been her enchanting perfume. Her makeup was delicate and soft on her face, though it had been scraped rough by exhaustion and stress, and at the moment she’d dropped that beautifully crafted pastry on the dusty city sidewalk, desperation and loss carved their way into her dainty features as well. As a true gentleman meets a damsel, Karamatsu couldn’t help but offer her his services, console the sweet thing and walk her to the nearest confectionary shop to gift her with a fresh treat, warm and, as he had said with a flourish and a deep, smooth bravado, “as sweet as her smile.”

She’d laughed at that, and a lot of other things he’d said, and thanked him and sat with him to talk for a while. The warm light of the sun had filtered in the shop like a godly curtain to grace the curves of her face, illuminating her as the true goddess she was. Ah, it truly was beautiful. Fate must have been in a particularly good mood for him to make acquaintance with such a beautiful creature. And its mood must have persisted as she exchanged phone numbers with him and waved him off with a smile, then dropped dramatically when he got home and found all the strings on his guitar had been snipped.

But then! Then today his good fortune had returned with her message! Oh, glorious Fate! Blessing him again with her correspondence, with the chance to speak with this angel among men again! And the conversation was going so smoothly, so destined was their connection, that he knew it was time for the next step. A gift to her to show not only his appreciation for her, but his commitment, his virility! He snuck into the bathroom and snapped some flattering dick pics. Artful, of course. He’d taken many pictures of his endowment and he knew his best angles. How to suck in his stomach to show a more chiseled physique, how to pose his hand like it was slipping down his happy trail to touch himself, how to angle the camera dramatically to make it look just ever so bigger. Karamatsu Matsuno was a master of seduction.

But there was one problem. Fate was a fickle goddess and it seemed her mood had taken a sudden and extreme downturn the moment before he pressed “send.” Because at the same time that he was texting his newly met muse, he’d been texting, with equal excitement, his long-familiar companion about what a dramatic episode last night’s The Bachelorette was. In his excitement, he’d replied to the last text he’d gotten, which happened to be “I fuckign KNEW she was gonna boot him off tho. if she listened to you shed b stuck with losers. ya got no taste.” So, without thinking, he sent his incredibly seductive and well thought-out photograph to Chibita.

Maybe Fate felt she had been slighted by him personally, because he’d sent the message “like what you see? B)” along with it before he’d realized his mistake and now, if he was being perfectly honest, he wished a divine power would kill him right then and there. Shit. Karamatsu stared at his phone in his hands, a weapon more powerful than any rifle, an inconspicuous object capable of destroying lives, of destroying dignity. He watched as those three torturous dots appeared on Chibita’s side of the conversation and held his breath for the impending less-than-friendly insults. Depending on how Chibita took it, maybe he could play it off as friendly banter? Maybe a “at least if I was a contestant, I know who she’d pick (me)”? No, that didn’t seem right. Maybe--.

The dots disappeared. He waited but they didn’t return. He didn’t really feel like sending his masterpiece to his female friend after that, so he just texted her back “I am more of a cat person, actually, but I like dogs too.”

It was late when his phone buzzed again. He’d ended his conversation with his new lady friend an hour or so ago, and he’d been quietly playing his re-stringed guitar up on the roof, pretending that nothing had gone wrong that day and maybe he was dead. The cool evening air flowed around him gently, the stream of life carrying him along through this dark hour, with the fuzzy glow of city lights illuminating the path. Though, his metaphorical path was only lit by the harsh blue light of his phone screen at the notification from Chibita. He stared at his phone until the screen blacked out again, rolling over in his mind just how ruined his steadily developing friendship with Chibita was. After a minute or so of fatalistic musings, he sighed to the wind (possibly his only remaining companion after this) and opened up the notification.

“closing the cart. meet me in 10.”

Oh. So no text-based berating. That could either be very good or very bad. Very good because it would give him a chance to use his finely-trained body language to help convey just how much of a terrible accident this was and please pretend you didn’t see that Chibita. Very bad for of course, very obvious reasons. Odd though, that he’d need to meet in person just to clear up a misunderstanding, or to poke fun at him for it (which was more likely). But then again, Chibita was a very odd guy. He was learning this more and more as he got to know him.

Karamatsu sighed and stood carefully, preparing himself to face the metaphorical music. If he was a Shakespearean character he knew he would’ve taken this opportunity to take his own life over the inconvenience, but though he was committed to the theatric arts, he also was committed to not having his family find out he died because he sent his childhood friend a picture of his penis. So he shot him a text back, “At the cart or your apartment?” before clambering down from the roof and readying himself to go.

The text came back worryingly fast. “apt. taking the cart home”

He let out some tension in his shoulders. So it would be just a friendly reprimand then. Perhaps Chibita had grown weary of the trials and tribulations of texting and mis-texting and accidentally getting dick pics sent to him and was opting to speak with Karamatsu face to face. He imagined he’d have other things to chat about as well, maybe a new recipe he was excited about or a particularly difficult customer (Iyami) or a particularly obnoxious customer (Osomatsu). He’d probably offer to share some beers and laugh about the whole debacle and watch some terrible low-budget movie with him for laughs. Yes, things would probably be okay. So with renewed confidence and calm, Karamatsu strolled through the night to Chibita’s apartment.

Karamatsu only realized this might not be the best time to be leaning coolly against the doorframe like he normally did about two seconds before Chibita opened the door. Consequently, he was in the middle of readjusting his pose when the door opened and a very confused and uncertain Chibita stared out at him. He’d resorted to leaning back with his hands on his hips, staring into the night mysteriously, as if Chibita hadn’t seen him frantically pulling himself into that very pose.

“Heh! An enchanting night tonight, is it not?”

Chibita peered around him disbelievingly. “Uhh sure. C’mon in, Karaboy. It’s cold out in all that enchanting-ness,” he said. He moved to hold the door open for him and Karamatsu strolled in.

“Go ahead and make yourself comfortable. Uh, in the living room.”

Karamatsu nodded stiffly and tried to pretend he didn’t see how uncomfortable Chibita looked, shifting on his feet and looking away from him as much as possible. Not on purpose he failed to acknowledge Chibita mumbling something like “jacket looks real good on you,” as he walked by, barely registering that he said it until he was already sitting on the couch.

Chibita followed him in, stopping just next to the arm of the couch. He’d changed out of his work clothes into some more casual clothes, slightly damp from what Karamatsu presumed was a hasty post-work shower. That was… a little odd. Usually Chibita would wave off any complaints Karamatsu had about how gross he got from working over the boilers all night and tell him he wasn’t allowed to complain until he got a goddamn job himself. He wasn’t about to start complaining about him cleaning up, then. Maybe he’d had a change of heart about what Karamatsu had told him in response, that proper hygiene was an invaluable part of caring for the vessel for his precious soul. Probably not.

Chibita coughed into his fist and gave Karamatsu a sideways glance. “So. I guess you know why I asked you to come over.”

Karamatsu nodded, feeling his ears redden. He was glad he left his sunglasses on, no matter how hard it made it for him to see. He could still see well enough to see Chibita nod in kind, though. He could see his cheeks darken and the way he was twisting his fingers in nervousness. Oh, he really was an unforgiveable soul if he made his friend this uncomfortable. Curse his immense charm and charisma and incredibly sexy body! If he had none of those, he surely wouldn’t be in this predicament, confusing and upsetting his socially awkward and very dear friend. So absorbed was he in his thoughts of woe and self-depreciation that he missed seeing Chibita move and suddenly he was sitting next to him, very close.

Karamatsu adjusted his sunglasses and looked down and away. He could feel Chibita pressing against his side, pressuring him to admit to his grievous faux pas. He cleared his throat. “I-I must apologize, Chibita. Though I’m certain the image will be forever burned in your mind, I had no intent of sending such a salacious message to you.”

He felt Chibita stiffen and still next to him. “You what?”

Something in the tone of his voice was unexpected, and it struck Karamatsu as a very peculiar reaction. He didn’t sound like he had misunderstood him, more that he hadn’t been expecting Karamatsu to say that. He pulled his glasses off (less dramatically than he was wont to, though surely with just as dramatic an effect) and looked over at him. Chibita was incredibly close, his body pressed flush to Karamatsu’s side and his hand hovering barely a centimeter above Karamatsu’s thigh. His face was very, very red. Like a beet, but with eyes that were very, very wide.

“It was… an accident?” Chibita’s voice was tight and squeaked as he seemed to force the words out.

Oh. Oh my god.

Karamatsu felt himself mimic Chibita’s expression of shock and launched himself backwards across the couch. He scrambled to sit upright. “O-of course it was an accident! Chibita!” In his panic, the bravado dropped from his voice and his voice cracked through almost every syllable. “What were you going to do?”

Chibita straightened back on his heels and held his hands down in his lap, holding his back stiff as a board. He swallowed and steadied his voice. “Suck your dick.”

Karamatsu’s voice was not steady. “Suck my dick?! Chibita!”

“Well what else was I supposed to do?” he huffed as he crossed his arms and his face somehow got even redder. “I mean you send me something like that when I’m at work and can’t really use it and ya expect me to just—just what, think you don’t want me to do anything like that?”

“Yes!” Karamatsu nodded wildly. “Yes, exactly! Chibita, I expected you to think it was a mistake! You’re very dear to me but—.“ A thought occurred to him and he paused, narrowing his eyes in thought. “Did you… did you say ‘can’t use i—‘… Chibita were you going to jack off to my text?!”

Chibita hugged his arms tighter around himself and looked off to the side. Karamatsu could see his fingers digging in to his arms. “Well…” Oh my god. “I mean, it was a good picture…“

“CHIBITA!”

“Well!” He unwrapped his arms and stood up in his place on the couch, seeming to puff himself up. “You’re the one that sent me that-that picture! A-and the message too! You shouldn’t send people that stuff if you ain’t gonna follow through!”

“Chibita, I only did so on accident! Listen!” Karamatsu pushed himself back a bit and stood beside the couch, now eye-level with the most dangerous and now personally wronged creature he had ever met. He hoped slowing down and dropping his voice again might help tame the tempest of a man before him. “I intended that message for a young woman I met the other day, and only by an unfortunate mistake sent it to you instead. I-I’m dearly sorry to have caused you such embarrassment, but—Chibita we were talking about The Bachelorette, why would I send you something like that on purpose?”

As he spoke, Chibita seemed to lose a lot of his fire and his shoulders began to sag. The embarrassment and indignation in his eyes was replaced with dawning realization, with an unwelcomed truth that softened and exhausted his eyes. His voice was softer and a bit raw when he spoke, “Well I—I said you had no taste and you asked me if I liked what you sent, so I thought you were maybe…” He licked his lips and cleared his throat. “Did you say… you were trying to send that to a girl?”

Karamatsu relaxed a bit and leaned back. He nodded and hummed in affirmation. The awkward quiet in the room felt incredibly heavy and thick, and Karamatsu thought if he were to try to move, it would be like through honey.

Chibita sighed, looking down, and hopped off of the couch. “Alright. Well, um,” he scratched the back of his head and grimaced. “Sorry, I guess. You can go. If that was too weird, uh, you don’t gotta talk to me anymore or, uh—“

Karamatsu suddenly sunk down to his knees before him. “Chibita, no!” He clasped his friend’s hands in his own, earning a very bewildered face from Chibita as he snapped his head back around to look at him. “Chibita! My sole companion on this twisted road of treachery we call life! My dear friend and trusted confidant! My occasional mentor in the culinary arts! I could never abandon you over such a misunderstanding. Even if you completely misunderstood my intentions and interpreted my overtures as sexual, you are still very dear to my heart.” He dropped his voice a bit lower to heighten the drama and sincerity of his performance. “My heartfelt bond to you could never be broken over something so trivial.” He considered kissing his hand, but thought better of it so as not to confuse his message.

Chibita looked… well, if he was anyone else, Karamatsu might say he looked close to tears. But the emotional boy he’d once been had grown into a much more reserved man than Karamatsu had and whatever he looked to be holding back behind his watery eyes and his lip reddened from chewing, it was almost certainly not tears. Chibita cleared his throat and choked out, “You mean that?”

Ah. So maybe it was tears.

Karamatsu nodded emphatically and looked into his eyes intensely. “Of course! Also! Did you say my picture was good!”

Chibita snorted and looked away, pulling a hand away reflexively to scrub away some errant tears. “Yeah, it was pretty good,” he laughed. “It was real hot, actually.”

“Thank you Chibita!” He earned another snort of laughter from Chibita, who pulled his other hand away and motioned for him to stand. Chibita walked him to the door and leaned against the wall as Karamatsu slipped his boots and his sunglasses back on. He supposed this encounter would sting for Chibita for a while, but at least there wouldn’t be any lasting consequences for either of them. Ah, unless—

“Actually, Chibita, before I go,” Karamatsu began, turning to him with his hand on the doorknob. “Would you… care to critique my work in the future?”

Chibita’s fond smile that he’d been wearing twisted into a confused scowl. “What? Small words, Karamatsu.”

He took a breath, pushing himself to stand a bit straighter in the face of a proposition surely almost as risky as Chibita’s had been. “Can I send you more pictures? F-for artistic comment on my technique.”

Chibita’s eyebrows shot up and his cheeks began to heat again. “Really? You heard the part about thinking it was hot, right? Not talking about art sexy, like actual sexy?”

Karamatsu coughed and looked off mysteriously into the distance (at the wall). “Art can serve a purpose and a critique on the fulfillment of its purpose is a perfectly valid critique of the art.”

“Karamatsu I wanted to masturbate to your fucking nudes.”

“Th-the highest compliment I could receive.”

Though he couldn’t see Chibita’s face, he could hear him humming indecisively as he thought it over. Finally, “You sure?”

“Of course. I could trust no one else to have such a discerning eye,” he said.

“Then hell yeah!” He thumped his fist against the wall. “Go right ahead! Whenever you want, Karaboy!”

Karamatsu smiled and cleared his throat. “Thank you, my dear, dear friend.” With a wave, he stepped outside and began his victorious walk home. Perhaps it wasn’t the best outcome, but a valuable one nonetheless! At the very least it gave him all the more reason to look at himself naked. It wasn’t until about halfway home that he realized he’d walked away from his first realistic opportunity to lose his virginity.

Shit. Well, maybe Chibita could help him choose a good picture to send to that girl from before. That would be just as sure to get him laid as any friendly blowjob!

#couch art #fanfic #karabita #nsfbita #kinda ?? theres a dick pic involved #chibita #karamatsu #Unfortunately unrequited #osomatsu san

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Will Texas and Texas A&M play again? The post-breakup tracker

Realignment broke up one of college football's greatest hate-relationships, but the two won't stop eying each other. Let's keep track as they work their way to meeting up again. Last updated Oct. 26.

Texas and Texas A&M. It's a relationship that goes way back, but after an ugly conference realignment breakup, the two just can't seem to get back on the same page.

Here's a timeline of their trials and tribulations since splitting apart.

Oct. 25, 2017

The governor wants to get involved.

Texas Gov. Greg Abbott: "My next goal as governor is to reunite the Texas-Texas A&M rivalry. Hook 'em Horns."

— Brian Davis (@BDavisAAS) October 25, 2017

THE HEAT SCALE, rating the flirtatious energy between Texas and A&M: 2, because the governor isn’t in charge here. Just because an ex-couple’s parents badly want them to get back together doesn’t mean the kids will go along with it.

July 17, 2017

Texas' new head coach is on board!

Tom Herman on scheduling: "We don't play a rival at home ever. I don't know why we can't play A&M as our marquee non-conference opponent."

— Brian Davis (@BDavisAAS) July 18, 2017

THE HEAT SCALE: 4. Texas' old head coach was also on board, and look where that got us.

June 28, 2017

"Their AD (DeLoss Dodds) at the time came out and said we will never play Texas A&M again, and they worked along with Baylor and the conference to have no one in the (Big 12) schedule us," former A&M AD Greg Byrne said. "There were other forces at work to make sure we didn't play."

THE HEAT SCALE: 4. That story has a bunch of disheartening stuff on this rivalry and Kansas-Missouri, but that particular quote is at least hot.

June 16, 2017

"Me, personally? I think over the course of time that's going to happen," A&M head coach Kevin Sumlin said when asked, while also talking about how well he knows new Horns coach Tom Herman. "With our move to the SEC, scheduling has become a real issue."

THE HEAT SCALE: 3. Sumlin's been predicting a reunion for years now, not that we don't appreciate him doing so.

June 10, 2016

"They're trying to work something out right now where we're going to play the Aggies," Charlie Strong said at an event. A Texas spokesman said no specifics have been discussed, but we didn't even hear any of the words in this second sentence.

THE HEAT SCALE: 8. Do it.Texas and Texas A&M. It's a relationship that goes way back, but after an ugly conference realignment breakup, the two just can't seem to get back on the same page.

April 14, 2016

A&M athletic director Scott Woodward, via DailyTrib.com in Texas:

Will the Aggies play the University of Texas in football again?

"We have to really assess what is our best path to winning the (Southeastern Conference) West," Woodward said. "I don't foresee anything happening in the near future. There are a lot of opinions well above my pay grade. Rivalries, I think, are healthy for the game.

"It'll be something we'll consider," he added. "It'll be a discussion I'll have to have. I have no objection to it. It's something that has to work for us and for folks."

HEAT SCALE: 5.

March 19, 2016

The two nearly played again in March Madness, but Texas had to go and lose to Northern Iowa on a buzzer beater. Aggies everywhere were torn between laughing at rivals and lamenting the chance to square off, but the likely A&M starting QB had the definitive opinion:

lol http://pic.twitter.com/S95xNzXEfi

— Jake Hubenak (@hubenak_j) March 19, 2016

HEAT SCALE: Unchanged. Laughing at your fallen rival is standard human behavior.

September 30, 2015

Texas A&M regent Tony Buzbee in a Facebook post, via the Austin American-Statesman:

I am going to advocate that the Aggies play Texas again in the near future. Because of our brutal SEC West schedule [...], the Aggies need some cupcake games to rest and heal. In my view, Texas is just as weak if not weaker than the non-conference games we play, so we may as well play them.

HEAT SCALE: 5. Buzbee is, as he mentions, only one regent, and regents aren't athletic directors, but eating pastries is often an enjoyable date activity.

June 18, 2015

Texas A&M chancellor John Sharp is quoted as saying this in response to Texas selling beer at games now:

A&M chancellor Sharp on alcohol at events: "Our athletic program has not reached the point where we require the numbing effects of alcohol."

— Gabe Bock (@GabeBock) June 18, 2015

HEAT SCALE: 3. These rivals can neither imbibe nor abstain without thinking of each other, but we already knew that.

May 8, 2015

A&M chancellor John Sharp took swipes at the Longhorn Network and Texas' recent on-field struggles in an interview.

We're hopeful that sometime in the future there will be a bowl game that we're able to play in, you know, if [Texas] gets there. But the great thing about playing us is that you can get on real TV if you play us.

HEAT SCALE: 2. Sharp ended with "of course I'm just joking about all of this." Stick to your guns, John!

April 16, 2015

When asked about renewing the rivalry, Strong joked that he wasn't pushing too hard for it yet because he wanted to win some games first. Specifically, he said "I don't know if I want to go walking into College Station right now."

That has caught on at A&M, including with incoming five-star defensive tackle Daylon Mack, who signed with the Aggies over Texas.

http://pic.twitter.com/A7D5F0TWex

— THEE MACK TRUCK (@DaylonMack) April 16, 2015

HEAT SCALE: 7. Twitter banter's usually a 2, but that shirt's a 5 by itself.

April 14, 2015

Oh my:

Texas' Charlie Strong and Texas A&M's Kevin Sumlin both in the last week expressed to ESPN.com a desire to resume playing the longstanding rivalry after a three-year hiatus that coincided with the Aggies leaving the Big 12 and joining the SEC in 2012.

HEAT SCALE: 8.

July 23, 2014

Texas coach Charlie Strong on playing Texas A&M: “You would like to see us play each other"

— Brett McMurphy (@Brett_McMurphy) July 23, 2014

HEAT SCALE: 7. We're cookin' now.

May 27, 2014

Texas A&M’s Kevin Sumlin on future games w/Texas: “Eventually I think it will happen"

— Brett McMurphy (@Brett_McMurphy) May 27, 2014

HEAT SCALE: 6.

May 26, 2014

Texas and Texas A&M are playing again! In baseball. Postseason baseball, meaning they had no choice.

HEAT SCALE: 3. Baseball.

April 25, 2014

UT AD Steve Patterson told us ``unless there is a compelling reason,'' the football series between Texas and Texas A&M is dead.

— Paul Finebaum (@finebaum) April 25, 2014

HEAT SCALE: 2. There's no reason in love.

April 1, 2014

Texas AD Steve Patterson: Playing A&M "not at the top of my list."

HEAT SCALE: 3. /Patterson throws Strong into a cold shower

March 7, 2014

New Texas head coach Charlie Strong, sharing his thoughts on resuming the rivalry: "I'd love to play it."

HEAT SCALE: 11. Whoa, take it easy, Charlie. You can't come on so strong, that's just going to creep them out

Nov. 20, 2013

A&M president Loftin: "There's no reason why we shouldn't play each other, if we want to. I think (Texas) will at some point in time feel like it's the right thing to do as well, and we'll get there."

HEAT SCALE: 7.

Nov. 6, 2013

After Texas hires Steve Patterson as AD, Texas A&M senior associate AD Jason Cook says the Aggies are not looking to renew the annual rivalry: "We hope to play them again in a BCS bowl or Playoff game at some point."

HEAT SCALE: 3. "I mean, if we run into 'em at a bar or something and they wanna hook up, we're totally down. But we ain't looking for a long-term thing. Just wanna keep it casual, ya know?"

Sept. 11, 2013

Texas A&M DB Toney Hurd Jr. takes to Twitter, proclaiming, "Texas A&M is the university of Texas." Then-Longhorns head coach Mack Brown responds to the media: "We are the university in this state, regardless of what some kid tweets."

HEAT SCALE: 2. They just can't let each other go, but man, it's getting nasty.

May 31, 2013

Texas A&M president R. Bowen Loftin: "It's not relevant to us anymore, that's the whole point. It's not an important issue."

HEAT SCALE: 3. "Who? Yeah, I think I remember someone by that name."

April 1, 2013

OH MAN THEY'RE GETTING BACK TOGETHER.

HEAT SCALE: 0. Wait. Awww dammit, April Fools' got us again.

March 18, 2013

Texas AD Dodds: "They're the ones that decided not to play us. We get to decide when we play again. I think that's fair."

HEAT SCALE: 6. It's not gonna be that easy, baby.

Jan. 29, 2013

Texas State Rep. Ryan Guillen proposes law forcing A&M and Texas to play.

HEAT SCALE: 0. Will you two give it a rest and get back together already. You're all each other talks about, and we're tired of seeing you like this. Jeez.

Nov. 19, 2012

Texas DE Alex Okafor, in the buildup to the Longhorns' new year-end game against TCU: "I feel sorry for A&M. We still have a big-time game on Thanksgiving. They're missing out."

HEAT SCALE: 8. "OH. OH OK YOU FOUND SOMEONE NEW? WELL WE FOUND SOMEONE NEW TOO AND WE'RE DOING JUST FINE." /Texas quickly puts its arm around the first school it can find, which happens to be TCU

May 30, 2012

Texas A&M and LSU agree to become annual end-of-season rivals.

HEAT SCALE: 6. A&M is moving on with its new life in a new place, but one has to think it's hoping Texas will notice the Aggies' sexy new companion.

Nov. 25, 2011

In the final scheduled meeting, Texas defeats A&M, 27-25, on a game-winning field goal as time expires.

HEAT SCALE: 10. Texas just came over to get that last box of t-shirts and CDs, and of course it turned into a raucous night of love-making, just like the old times. A&M was pretty mad when the Longhorns left an upper-decker before running out laughing, though.

Oct. 15, 2011

Texas AD DeLoss Dodds: "What we have right now is a full schedule."

HEAT SCALE: 1. "I can't on Friday. Saturday's no good, either. Neither is next week. Or next month."

Sept. 26, 2011

Someone creates a "Keep the Texas vs. Texas A&M Rivalry Game Tradition Alive - Drama Free" Facebook page. It garnered only 89 likes and, as we all know, didn't get the pair back together.

HEAT SCALE: 1. This isn't really a spark between the 'Horns and Ags. It's a desperate plea from their friends to give it another shot.

Sadness scale: 10. :-(

Aug. 29, 2011

Report surfaces Texas A&M is set to announce its departure from the Big 12.

HEAT SCALE: 1. It has been a long road together, but after one last big fight over A&M wanting its own space, the Longhorns and Aggies agree that they just don't have anything in common anymore, and it's best to go their separate ways.

Any more?

We'll update this as more of these arrive over time (and they certainly will). Did we miss any from the past?

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Will Texas and Texas A&M play again? The post-breakup tracker

Realignment broke up one of college football's greatest hate-relationships, but the two won't stop eying each other. Let's keep track as they work their way to meeting up again. [Updated July 18.]

Texas and Texas A&M. It's a relationship that goes way back, but after an ugly conference realignment breakup, the two just can't seem to get back on the same page.

Here's a timeline of their trials and tribulations since splitting apart.

July 17, 2017

Texas' new head coach is on board!

Tom Herman on scheduling: "We don't play a rival at home ever. I don't know why we can't play A&M as our marquee non-conference opponent."

— Brian Davis (@BDavisAAS) July 18, 2017

THE HEAT SCALE, rating the flirtatious energy between Texas and A&M: 4. Texas' old head coach was also on board, and look where that got us.

June 28, 2017

THE HEAT SCALE: 4. That story has a bunch of disheartening stuff on this rivalry and Kansas-Missouri, but that particular quote is at least hot.

June 16, 2017

THE HEAT SCALE: 3. Sumlin's been predicting a reunion for years now, not that we don't appreciate him doing so.

June 10, 2016

THE HEAT SCALE: 8. Do it.

April 14, 2016

A&M athletic director Scott Woodward, via DailyTrib.com in Texas:

Will the Aggies play the University of Texas in football again?

"It'll be something we'll consider," he added. "It'll be a discussion I'll have to have. I have no objection to it. It's something that has to work for us and for folks."

HEAT SCALE: 5.

March 19, 2016

lol http://pic.twitter.com/S95xNzXEfi

— Jake Hubenak (@hubenak_j) March 19, 2016

HEAT SCALE: Unchanged. Laughing at your fallen rival is standard human behavior.

September 30, 2015

Texas A&M regent Tony Buzbee in a Facebook post, via the Austin American-Statesman:

HEAT SCALE: 5. Buzbee is, as he mentions, only one regent, and regents aren't athletic directors, but eating pastries is often an enjoyable date activity.

June 18, 2015

Texas A&M chancellor John Sharp is quoted as saying this in response to Texas selling beer at games now:

A&M chancellor Sharp on alcohol at events: "Our athletic program has not reached the point where we require the numbing effects of alcohol."

— Gabe Bock (@GabeBock) June 18, 2015

HEAT SCALE: 3. These rivals can neither imbibe nor abstain without thinking of each other, but we already knew that.

May 8, 2015

A&M chancellor John Sharp took swipes at the Longhorn Network and Texas' recent on-field struggles in an interview.

HEAT SCALE: 2. Sharp ended with "of course I'm just joking about all of this." Stick to your guns, John!

April 16, 2015

That has caught on at A&M, including with incoming five-star defensive tackle Daylon Mack, who signed with the Aggies over Texas.

http://pic.twitter.com/A7D5F0TWex

— THEE MACK TRUCK (@DaylonMack) April 16, 2015

HEAT SCALE: 7. Twitter banter's usually a 2, but that shirt's a 5 by itself.

April 14, 2015

Oh my:

HEAT SCALE: 8.

July 23, 2014

Texas coach Charlie Strong on playing Texas A&M: "You would like to see us play each other"

— Brett McMurphy (@McMurphyESPN) July 23, 2014

HEAT SCALE: 7. We're cookin' now.

May 27, 2014

Texas A&M’s Kevin Sumlin on future games w/Texas: "Eventually I think it will happen"

— Brett McMurphy (@McMurphyESPN) May 27, 2014

HEAT SCALE: 6.

May 26, 2014

Texas and Texas A&M are playing again! In baseball. Postseason baseball, meaning they had no choice.

HEAT SCALE: 3. Baseball.

April 25, 2014

UT AD Steve Patterson told us ``unless there is a compelling reason,'' the football series between Texas and Texas A&M is dead.

— Paul Finebaum (@finebaum) April 25, 2014

HEAT SCALE: 2. There's no reason in love.

April 1, 2014

Texas AD Steve Patterson: Playing A&M "not at the top of my list."

HEAT SCALE: 3. /Patterson throws Strong into a cold shower

March 7, 2014

New Texas head coach Charlie Strong, sharing his thoughts on resuming the rivalry: "I'd love to play it."

HEAT SCALE: 11. Whoa, take it easy, Charlie. You can't come on so strong, that's just going to creep them out.

Nov. 20, 2013

HEAT SCALE: 7.

Nov. 6, 2013

HEAT SCALE: 3. "I mean, if we run into 'em at a bar or something and they wanna hook up, we're totally down. But we ain't looking for a long-term thing. Just wanna keep it casual, ya know?"

Sept. 11, 2013

HEAT SCALE: 2. They just can't let each other go, but man, it's getting nasty.

May 31, 2013

Texas A&M president R. Bowen Loftin: "It's not relevant to us anymore, that's the whole point. It's not an important issue."

HEAT SCALE: 3. "Who? Yeah, I think I remember someone by that name."

April 1, 2013

OH MAN THEY'RE GETTING BACK TOGETHER.

HEAT SCALE: 0. Wait. Awww dammit, April Fools' got us again.

March 18, 2013

Texas AD Dodds: "They're the ones that decided not to play us. We get to decide when we play again. I think that's fair."

HEAT SCALE: 6. It's not gonna be that easy, baby.

Jan. 29, 2013

Texas State Rep. Ryan Guillen proposes law forcing A&M and Texas to play.

HEAT SCALE: 0. Will you two give it a rest and get back together already. You're all each other talks about, and we're tired of seeing you like this. Jeez.

Nov. 19, 2012

Texas DE Alex Okafor, in the buildup to the Longhorns' new year-end game against TCU: "I feel sorry for A&M. We still have a big-time game on Thanksgiving. They're missing out."

HEAT SCALE: 8. "OH. OH OK YOU FOUND SOMEONE NEW? WELL WE FOUND SOMEONE NEW TOO AND WE'RE DOING JUST FINE." /Texas quickly puts its arm around the first school it can find, which happens to be TCU

May 30, 2012

Texas A&M and LSU reportedly agree to become annual end-of-season rivals.

HEAT SCALE: 6. A&M is moving on with its new life in a new place, but one has to think it's hoping Texas will notice the Aggies' sexy new companion.

Nov. 25, 2011

In the final scheduled meeting, Texas defeats A&M, 27-25, on a game-winning field goal as time expires.

Oct. 15, 2011

Texas AD DeLoss Dodds: "What we have right now is a full schedule."

HEAT SCALE: 1. "I can't on Friday. Saturday's no good, either. Neither is next week. Or next month."

Sept. 26, 2011

Someone creates a "Keep the Texas vs. Texas A&M Rivalry Game Tradition Alive - Drama Free" Facebook page. It garnered only 89 likes and, as we all know, didn't get the pair back together.

HEAT SCALE: 1. This isn't really a spark between the 'Horns and Ags. It's a desperate plea from their friends to give it another shot.

Sadness scale: 10. :-(

Aug. 29, 2011

Report surfaces Texas A&M is set to announce its departure from the Big 12.

Any more?

We'll update this as more of these arrive over time (and they certainly will). Did we miss any from the past?

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Will Texas and Texas A&M play again? The post-breakup tracker

Realignment broke up one of college football's greatest hate-relationships, but the two won't stop eying each other. Let's keep track as they work their way to meeting up again. [Updated June 20.]

Texas and Texas A&M. It's a relationship that goes way back, but after an ugly conference realignment breakup, the two just can't seem to get back on the same page.

Here's a timeline of their trials and tribulations since splitting apart.

June 28, 2017

THE HEAT SCALE, rating the flirtatious energy between Texas and A&M: 4. That story has a bunch of disheartening stuff on this rivalry and Kansas-Missouri, but that particular quote is at least hot.

June 16, 2017

THE HEAT SCALE: 3. Sumlin's been predicting a reunion for years now, not that we don't appreciate him doing so.

June 10, 2016

THE HEAT SCALE: 8. Do it.

April 14, 2016

A&M athletic director Scott Woodward, via DailyTrib.com in Texas:

Will the Aggies play the University of Texas in football again?

"It'll be something we'll consider," he added. "It'll be a discussion I'll have to have. I have no objection to it. It's something that has to work for us and for folks."

HEAT SCALE: 5.

March 19, 2016

lol http://pic.twitter.com/S95xNzXEfi

— Jake Hubenak (@hubenak_j) March 19, 2016

HEAT SCALE: Unchanged. Laughing at your fallen rival is standard human behavior.

September 30, 2015

Texas A&M regent Tony Buzbee in a Facebook post, via the Austin American-Statesman:

HEAT SCALE: 5. Buzbee is, as he mentions, only one regent, and regents aren't athletic directors, but eating pastries is often an enjoyable date activity.

June 18, 2015

Texas A&M chancellor John Sharp is quoted as saying this in response to Texas selling beer at games now:

A&M chancellor Sharp on alcohol at events: "Our athletic program has not reached the point where we require the numbing effects of alcohol."

— Gabe Bock (@GabeBock) June 18, 2015

HEAT SCALE: 3. These rivals can neither imbibe nor abstain without thinking of each other, but we already knew that.

May 8, 2015

A&M chancellor John Sharp took swipes at the Longhorn Network and Texas' recent on-field struggles in an interview.

HEAT SCALE: 2. Sharp ended with "of course I'm just joking about all of this." Stick to your guns, John!

April 16, 2015

That has caught on at A&M, including with incoming five-star defensive tackle Daylon Mack, who signed with the Aggies over Texas.

http://pic.twitter.com/A7D5F0TWex

— THEE MACK TRUCK (@DaylonMack) April 16, 2015

HEAT SCALE: 7. Twitter banter's usually a 2, but that shirt's a 5 by itself.

April 14, 2015

Oh my:

HEAT SCALE: 8.

July 23, 2014

Texas coach Charlie Strong on playing Texas A&M: "You would like to see us play each other"

— Brett McMurphy (@McMurphyESPN) July 23, 2014

HEAT SCALE: 7. We're cookin' now.

May 27, 2014

Texas A&M’s Kevin Sumlin on future games w/Texas: "Eventually I think it will happen"

— Brett McMurphy (@McMurphyESPN) May 27, 2014

HEAT SCALE: 6.

May 26, 2014

Texas and Texas A&M are playing again! In baseball. Postseason baseball, meaning they had no choice.

HEAT SCALE: 3. Baseball.

April 25, 2014

UT AD Steve Patterson told us ``unless there is a compelling reason,'' the football series between Texas and Texas A&M is dead.

— Paul Finebaum (@finebaum) April 25, 2014

HEAT SCALE: 2. There's no reason in love.

April 1, 2014

Texas AD Steve Patterson: Playing A&M "not at the top of my list."

HEAT SCALE: 3. /Patterson throws Strong into a cold shower

March 7, 2014

New Texas head coach Charlie Strong, sharing his thoughts on resuming the rivalry: "I'd love to play it."

HEAT SCALE: 11. Whoa, take it easy, Charlie. You can't come on so strong, that's just going to creep them out.

Nov. 20, 2013

HEAT SCALE: 7.

Nov. 6, 2013

HEAT SCALE: 3. "I mean, if we run into 'em at a bar or something and they wanna hook up, we're totally down. But we ain't looking for a long-term thing. Just wanna keep it casual, ya know?"

Sept. 11, 2013

HEAT SCALE: 2. They just can't let each other go, but man, it's getting nasty.

May 31, 2013

Texas A&M president R. Bowen Loftin: "It's not relevant to us anymore, that's the whole point. It's not an important issue."

HEAT SCALE: 3. "Who? Yeah, I think I remember someone by that name."

April 1, 2013

OH MAN THEY'RE GETTING BACK TOGETHER.

HEAT SCALE: 0. Wait. Awww dammit, April Fools' got us again.

March 18, 2013

Texas AD Dodds: "They're the ones that decided not to play us. We get to decide when we play again. I think that's fair."

HEAT SCALE: 6. It's not gonna be that easy, baby.

Jan. 29, 2013

Texas State Rep. Ryan Guillen proposes law forcing A&M and Texas to play.

HEAT SCALE: 0. Will you two give it a rest and get back together already. You're all each other talks about, and we're tired of seeing you like this. Jeez.

Nov. 19, 2012

Texas DE Alex Okafor, in the buildup to the Longhorns' new year-end game against TCU: "I feel sorry for A&M. We still have a big-time game on Thanksgiving. They're missing out."

HEAT SCALE: 8. "OH. OH OK YOU FOUND SOMEONE NEW? WELL WE FOUND SOMEONE NEW TOO AND WE'RE DOING JUST FINE." /Texas quickly puts its arm around the first school it can find, which happens to be TCU

May 30, 2012

Texas A&M and LSU reportedly agree to become annual end-of-season rivals.

HEAT SCALE: 6. A&M is moving on with its new life in a new place, but one has to think it's hoping Texas will notice the Aggies' sexy new companion.

Nov. 25, 2011

In the final scheduled meeting, Texas defeats A&M, 27-25, on a game-winning field goal as time expires.

Oct. 15, 2011

Texas AD DeLoss Dodds: "What we have right now is a full schedule."

HEAT SCALE: 1. "I can't on Friday. Saturday's no good, either. Neither is next week. Or next month."

Sept. 26, 2011

Someone creates a "Keep the Texas vs. Texas A&M Rivalry Game Tradition Alive - Drama Free" Facebook page. It garnered only 89 likes and, as we all know, didn't get the pair back together.

HEAT SCALE: 1. This isn't really a spark between the 'Horns and Ags. It's a desperate plea from their friends to give it another shot.

Sadness scale: 10. :-(

Aug. 29, 2011

Report surfaces Texas A&M is set to announce its departure from the Big 12.

Any more?

We'll update this as more of these arrive over time (and they certainly will). Did we miss any from the past?

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