So were re-watching the LotR trilogy (again) & I noticed Legolas recycling bits of his dad’s old quotes.
Well obviously, I know Return of the King was released first. But it’s interesting that they’d have Thrandy use the same phrase to describe the threat of Mordor in DoS. It makes it look like Leggy is echoing his father’s words when you re-watch RotK.
Now as queer people, as a queer person, we know what it’s like to be scared. We know what it’s like to live with fear as part of our every day… All I have to say is: I’m here and queer, and yeah sometimes I am afraid, but I am never ashamed. Because I’m proud of who I am.
Nothing, it's just adults are boring, and I hate them. And I don't want to buy all this stupid, boring, adult stuff and become boring adults.
Hey, listen to me. Yes, we're gonna get a dish rack and shower curtains and a cutting board. But if you think for one second I'm not also gonna get that marshmallow shooter, so that I can shoot you in the face with marshmallows when you're asleep, then you're the dumbest man I know.
So @haikyuu-is-madness always says nice shit about my writing and so I figured I’d give back and write a quick little som-som as a thanks. I asked for a word or phrase and was told “pressure creates diamonds” so this is what I came up with. It actually comes from a fic idea I had a little while back that I’m not sure I’ll ever get around to writing so here ya go.
Thanks for all your support and love, Babe.
(P.S. it’s really super fast and was just thrown together so it’s not that good but uhm uh yeah….. I hope you like it anyway.)
Daichi was under pressure.
His grandmother always said that pressure creates diamonds.
She didn’t say that it would take one to three billion years
for it to happen though.
And given how far criminals went in this day and age to
acquire the damned things, Daichi wasn’t so sure he even wanted to become one,
unbreakable and beautiful as they may be.
Beating up the bastards that stole the priceless gems was
good enough for him.
“Two meters tall, a hundred and
eight kilograms… the man is practically a giant,” Daichi said into his phone as
he flipped through the pages inside the folder on his lap, where it rested against the
steering wheel of his 2011 Toyota Prius. He leaned back in his seat, propping one elbow up on the door and resting his temple against his closed fist.
“There’s no way I can take him on by myself.”
“Hey don’t sweat it,”
the voice on the other line said. “I’m
sure you can handle it.”
“Me?” Daichi snorted. “Me, eighty-six kilograms, wrong side of one ninety centimeters, me? You’re joking, right?”
“C’mon, you didn’t
graduate at the top of your class on your test scores alone.”
“I sucked a lot of dick to get to the top.”
only makes me love you more.”
“Anyway,” Daichi peered through his windshield at the
apartment complex across the dim and silent street. “Even if I do manage to
get the cuffs on him without any trouble, where the hell am I going to put him?
I don’t think a man of that size will fit in my backseat.”
“Just sit on him until
“It’d be like a toddler sitting on her dad’s shoulders. I’d
rather let him snap my neck in resistance than suffer that humiliation.”
“Well then there you
go. Problem solved.”
“You’re as useless as ever, Tooru.”
“Anything for you,
Daichi sighed, “Alright well… I’ll let you know if anything
“Good luck. Don’t get
your skull crushed in his big meaty hands.”
“I feel so much better now, thank you.”
Daichi ended the call and shoved the phone into his pocket.
He had been posted outside of the apartment building for hours and there hadn’t
been so much as a peep. He was beginning to think that maybe his cover had been
blown and his perp had skipped town without his knowing. But how could that be
possible? He had been so careful. There was no way that a mere diamond
thief could have outsmarted Daichi.
He hadn’t graduated at the top of his class on test scores
alone, after all.
He hadn’t even sucked any dick, either.
He closed the file folder- a cheap plastic one decorated with
kittens cuddling in a wicker basket that he had picked up at the store on the
way to his stake-out to disguise the important documents inside- and tossed it
to the passenger seat.
He rubbed his eyes and yawned. That morning he had opted out
of drinking his usual coffee in order to limit the number of times he would
have to abandon his position in order to visit the bathroom, and he was
starting to feel the effects of his lack of caffeine. A dull ache pulsed
through his head and he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Just a few more hours, Daichi,” he whispered. “Make it
through just a few more hours and you can go home and sleep.”
He settled back in his seat and stared through the
windshield, already sick of the sight of the ugly, rectangular, brick apartment
building. Why would a diamond thief live in such a shithole anyway? With the
kind of heists he had been pulling, he should be living in some kind of uptown
penthouse or a mansion on the beach. Not a place that looked like it had failed
its past thirteen inspections and may or may not be infested with rats and/or
Just what the hell was this guy spending his money on?
Loud knocking startled a tiny jump and squeak out of him,
the entire car rocking with his movement. He turned towards the sound, hand
reaching instinctively towards the gun hidden inside his leather jacket.
A pale-haired man stood outside his window, stooping over to
peer through at him, wearing a bright smile. He waved cheerfully and then held
up a colorful sheet of paper.
Daichi hesitated. He glanced at the apartment building once
more but it remained still and silent. He pursed his lips and pressed the
button on the car door. The window lowered silently, allowing a fresh, cool
breeze to fill the vehicle.
“Hi!” the man immediately leaned an arm on the door,
invading Daichi’s space in one swift movement as he thrust the flyer inside. “I’m
the priest of the Catholic church just at the end of this street. The kids call
me Father K!” he lifted a peace sign and smiled, soft brown eyes squinting
“Uh…” Daichi’s eyes wandered down over the white clerical
collar peeking out between the black fabric of his long sleeved button-up as he
took the flyer from him. “Hello…”
“Sorry to bother you,” he went on. “It’s just that we’re having a barbeque tomorrow at noon and we’d really like to reach out
to the community so I’ve been walking around passing these babies out to spread
“Oh…” Daichi stared at the sheet of paper.
There was an image of a family sitting around a picnic table,
eating burgers and hot dogs while they laughed. Large, thick letters spread
across the top reading:
Treat Yourself to Our
Daichi pursed his lips tight together to avoid letting out a
laugh at the unfortunate choice of wording.
He cleared his throat and nodded, “Ah… I see.” He lifted his
eyes to the priest and caught him smirking quietly at him. The smirk warmed and
he folded his arms over the side of Daichi’s door.
“It’s bound to be a fun time,” he said. “Lots of good food,
some games… have you ever played rodeo golf?”
“Uhm… no, I don’t believe I have,” Daichi glanced towards
the apartment building.
“What about washers?”
“Ah. Yeah. I’ve played that.”
“Perfect! Anyway, it starts at noon and is going all day
long. I really hope you can come and visit for a bit!”
Daichi lowered the flyer, “Yeah. I’ll pop in and check it out a
little later in the day…” Guilt filled him and he winced. “No. No, that was a lie. I’m sorry. I can’t
believe I just lied to a priest, holy fuck.” His eyes widened and he turned in
the seat to face him, “Oh my God— gosh! I’m
sorry. I’m just really tired and—”
He laughed and Daichi clamped his mouth shut.
The priest leaned his chin in the palm of his hand, fingers stretched lazily up his cheek. His ring finger rested just below a small beauty mark nestled in the corner of his left eye.
“Please relax,” he said gently, smile softening. “I’m
Catholic. We drink alcohol in the middle of mass. A little cursing
isn’t going to make me take up the rosary.”
Daichi lowered his eyes, “Sorry.”
He giggled, “What’s your name?”
He was supposed to be undercover. His name was well known in the criminal community, after all, and just the mention of it could send his perp on the run.
alias for the day- decided by Oikawa- was Sato Haruka, a pathetic sap hanging outside his
ex-girlfriend’s apartment in hopes that he would run into her on her way to
work so that he could convince her to take him back.
He was fairly certain the embarrassing cover story was Oikawa’s way of getting revenge on Daichi for passing off that undercover stripper case to him two weeks ago.
“I’m still finding glitter in my ass crack, Sawa-chan!” he had complained to him just that morning.
It’s not my fault. There’s no way anyone would believe I was a stripper. He was the only realistic choice for that case.
Despite hating it, Daichi had practiced his embarrassing cover in his head
for hours, trying his best to meld into the role of pitiful Sato
“Daichi,” he replied, offering a hand.
He couldn’t help it.
It just didn’t feel right to lie to a man of the cloth.
“Daichi,” he repeated and a sudden flush of warmth filled Daichi’s chest at the sound. “Daichi,” he said again, reaching out and taking his
hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Daichi.”
And Daichi found that he really liked the way he said his
name. The way he carefully enunciated the Dai and
let the chi spring softly from his
It made him feel like he was something precious, a diamond in the palm
of his hand.
“So, Daichi. You won’t be stopping by our little barbeque
tomorrow then?” he slid his fingers slowly away and Daichi found himself missing the
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I have… business to attend to all
“Hmmm… I won’t lie… I’m a little disappointed.”
Daichi looked away and cleared his throat, cheeks warming.
The priest giggled and leaned back, hands still resting on the
“Well, whatever your business is, I’m sure it’s very
important. So I won’t keep you any longer.” He winked and said in a low voice, “I’m
sure we will be seeing much more of each other in the future. So…” he
straightened and peered down at him with a smile that made Daichi’s stomach
flip. “Until we meet again?”
He swallowed hard, “Ah… yeah. It was… a pleasure to meet
“Please,” he took a step back, one eyebrow lifting over
brown eyes glinting with mischief. He turned and called over his shoulder, “Call
Daichi choked and coughed into his fist. He pounded his chest and watched with wide eyes as he walked away, a slow, confident
swagger to the sway of his hips that made the collar of Daichi’s shirt feel hot
and itchy. He tore his gaze away and rubbed roughly at his eyes, trying to
scrub away the impure thoughts that had filled his mind.
There was no way he was going to hell for fantasizing about
a man of God.
What a stupid reason to burn in eternal hellfire.
Oikawa would never let him hear the end of it.
He sucked in a deep breath and lowered his hands to his lap.
“Just a few more hours,” he whispered, staring
through the windshield at the apartment building. He lifted the flyer and set
it aside, taking the file and bringing it into his lap once more.
Daichi was under pressure.
And his grandmother always said that pressure creates diamonds.
But he hoped- in his case- that his grandmother was wrong.
Daichi had no desire to be a diamond, coveted and stolen by
It was his job to put those criminals behind bars, after
He flipped the file open and read over the information for what had to be the thirtieth time.
“Two meters tall, a hundred and
eight kilograms, brown hair, blue eyes… alright.”
if u feel anxiety after every time u have an argument with someone, maybe u should stop... doing that so much
me at every event:
heterosexuality is a myth, the electoral college is racist, objectifying dudes is a fun hobby to do with ur friends, here is a list of every historical figure who wronged me, i've never seen breaking bad and i am 100% sure i hate it, do u remember when u pretended to like radiohead because i do and i'm still furious that shit is boring and i'd rather listen to my shitty microwave yell than thom yikes, also bite me