does anyone else feel like….idk how to explain it….like completely disconnected from life around them? constantly going “these are my friends” and “this is my home” and “this is my life” and “this is my body” to remind yourself that you’re not just some timeless floating essence and even those mantras are completely useless and you almost never come down from it and you’re feeling like….everything is real but also completely fake at the same time
ok but can we appreciate that yuri is going through the same moment we’ve all had, where you become friends with someone way too fucking cool to be seen with you, but you don’t say anything incase they hadn’t noticed
“It’s easy to have the impulse of, ‘I’ve got to strike, I’ve got to be
relevant, I’ve got to keep this thing alive,’ ” [Andy Samberg] said. “But the truth
is, if you’re doing stuff you like, it’ll happen, and it’ll happen in
the way that’s right for you.”
When Hajime wakes, it’s with an unexpected but welcome warmth curled into his side.
He’s a little dazed, trying to connect the feeling to a memory that feels too far away, to something that’s safe, comforting, familiar. There’s this smell, too, that makes Hajime want to sink back under the covers and inhale, breathing in the calm that it brings.
He shifts, eyes fluttering open when his leg catches on something that feels distinctly leg-shaped as well.
There’s soft light breaking through the blinds, and Hajime blinks for a moment, disoriented in this unfamiliar room. But it’s so warm-
And slowly, it’s coming back to him.
A whole bunch of moving boxes, three of which are still stacked against the wall just at the edge of his line of vision. The bed that took way too long to put together. Falling asleep in an exhausted heap without even bothering to change their clothes.
His eyes focus on the shape he’s got his arms wrapped around, warm and real and here, chest rising and falling with slow breaths.
It’s more on instinct than anything else that Hajime curls in further, burying his face in soft brown curls.
Yeah, he could get used to this.
With a smile on his lips, he lets himself drift.
The second time he wakes, it’s to soft pressure on his hands; fingers pressing into his palms, drawing small, absent-minded shapes and swirls.
He curls his fingers ever so slightly, and the movement stops.
Weight shifts, the bed dips, and suddenly he’s blinking up into chocolate brown eyes.
“G'morning, Iwa-chan,” Tooru says, with a smile that really isn’t fair on someone who just woke up.
“Hey,” Hajime says back, voice raspier than he might like. He wraps his arms a little more tightly around Tooru’s waist, pulling him close.
Hajime blinks, stifling a yawn. He knows his nose scrunches up, because Tooru immediately brings up his finger to poke at it.
“Like the dead,” he mumbles, before pretending to bite at Tooru’s hand. The setter giggles and pulls it back, and Hajime smiles. “How about you…?”
“Mmh, fine,” Tooru says, nuzzling up against his chest, hair tickling Hajime’s chin. “I think I like this new arrangement. Don’t you?”
Hajime shifts to press his lips to Tooru’s forehead, allowing himself to bask in the warmth that’s growing in his chest, filling him with a giddy sort of energy.
“Yeah. It’s… nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”
Tooru is silent for a second - then he pulls back almost violently with a gasp that’s a little too loud to be completely genuine, bracing himself above Hajime.
Hajime blinks up at him, slow and maybe a little too comfortable.
“You- you can’t just say something that sappy and romantic without warning?!”
He sounds honestly offended, but the wide grin on his face is a dead giveaway.
“…’s true though,” he says, trying to play along by making it sound defensive - judging by Tooru’s expression, though, he’s not doing a very good job of it.
Stupid sappy thoughts, honestly.
It’s too early to pretend to be annoyed.
“Nooooo,” Tooru groans, half of the word getting muffled when he buries his face in the crook of Hajime’s neck, dropping his weight back on top of him. “You’re too cute!”
Hajime scoffs, bringing his arms up around him even as he tries not to laugh. “I’m cute?”
“I hate you,” Tooru grumbles, and Hajime pulls him closer, lifting his legs to wrap around him as well.
“Sure you do.”
“I mean it!” Tooru says, but even he’s losing control of his fake-indignation in favor of chuckling.
“…hm, yeah, very convincing.”
Hajime flips them over so they’re lying side by side again, mattress creaking under their weight. His eyes sweep the room - it’s still so bare, they should probably repaint the walls before putting up Tooru’s stars - and find their way back to him. (Always, always back to him).
He must have the grossest, sappiest smile on his face because when Tooru cracks open an eye to look at him, he actually blushes. Adorable dumbass.
“Iwa-chan,” he says again, but it’s softer this time - and when he leans in for a kiss, Hajime is right there to meet him.
Okay. But the real question is: who is the big spoon ?
They switch it around because they both like being the big or little spoon depending on how they are feeling. Yuuri is the little spoon in a lot of umfb&mha although Viktor sometimes is too. Their first time sleeping together after umfb&mha Viktor is the little spoon because he’s been through a lot and really just wants to be held by Yuuri and remember that everything is ok now
so again I was giffing the new Orphan Black trailers we got and I discovered another important detail:
in the first trailer we got from BBC we see Rachel attacking Ferdinand in Felix’s loft. that screencap alone raises lots of questions; mainly if it’s really Rachel.
last night we got a new Space trailer, and in that one we see this:
it’s the same bear cartoon associated with MK! the clone attacking Ferdinand is likely to be MK, which means a) she’s still alive and b) she’s still looking for revenge probably. or could she have a new motive to attack Ferdinand? maybe something to do with the capture of Sarah?