THE STYDIA KISS (and hug)- an Extra™ frame by frame analysis
ok so we start out with this shit. even before this frame, dude is staring at them Martin lips like he’s in the middle of the desert and they’re the only water for miles. Then we get here and they both go in OPEN goddamn MOUTH for this kiss. she is PUCKERED for him. She was puckered ten feet ago, she was puckered when she walked in the damn door, hell, she was puckered 3 months ago. She got her tongue fucking ready to dock at Port Stilinski Lips.
She comes in fucking Little Caesar’s Hot ‘N Ready with the hands on the neck. goddamn. And they are PRESSED into each other. If they were kissing any deeper they would swallow each other. Which now, come to think of it, might have been their goal.
a post about remus lupin’s vaguely unsettling physical appearance
you know how the wolf from the movie looks kind of pathetic and gangly? i love and cherish it. remus lupin, known cryptid.
when harry and co. first see him they straight up wonder if he’s dead.
“No, no, he’s breathing,” whispered Hermione,
(also i love how our first impression of him is just….nothing. he’s asleep. we have nothing. he sleeps hard. that’s it. well fucking done, jo. it’s just so fantastic that harry is sort of mildly dubious of him after the double wammy of lockhart and quirrel and then remus actually turns out to be a good teacher. i love that.)
yeah anyway face-wise he looks starved and half-dead, except for his eyes
“his eyes looked alert and wary”. still disconcerting. i love it. we have nothing to judge his character on at this point, we just know that he’s really ill-looking.
(and then madam pomfrey says something about finally getting a DADA teacher who knows his remedies, and i fall in love with him all over again)
Lupin smiled vaguely and placed his tatty old briefcase on the teacher’s desk. He was as shabby as ever but looked healthier than he had on the train, as though he had had a few square meals.
so first of all, fuck this book. let my son eat. second, we still have so little impression of this man, he’s all passive-aggressive pleasantries and vague smiles. he must have been like…..emaciated on the train. i hate this fucking book.
It certainly looked as though he had been ill. His old robes were hanging more loosely on him and there were dark shadows beneath his eyes; nevertheless, he smiled at the class as they took their seats,
fuck this book
anyway coming at this passage with a decade and a half of hindsight, dear god, this man has just had all of his skeletal and muscular structure forcibly rearranged and then put back together, and he’s still smiling. that in and of itself is sort of disturbing, let him have a break, let this man have a break,,
A ray of wintery sunlight fell across the classroom, illuminating Lupin’s gray hairs and the lines on his young face.
this passage is genuinely confusing to me because it seems like jo is suggesting that if not for his lycanthropy he would actually be really handsome
(not that the lycanthropy stopped dean thomas from having a massive crush on him)
and then there are these gems:
“Still looks ill, doesn’t he?” said Ron as they walked down the corridor, heading to dinner. “What d’you reckon’s the matter with him?”
“Oh, well—you know—working hard,” said Hermione. Close-up, Harry saw that she looked almost as tired as Lupin.
but seriously, it’s like the main thing jo wants to establish about him is how tired he looks. and now we have these bits, post-reveal:
An odd shiver passed over his face.
Lupin forced a laugh.
He pushed his graying hair out of his eyes…He looked sober and tired.
“Enough of this,” said Lupin, and there was a steely note in his voice Harry had never heard before.
Harry could see Lupin’s silhouette. He had gone rigid.
aksfnkasnfaksfksnf this one is my FAVORITE because the exact moment where he loses his human mind and the wolf takes over is unclear and for all we know, he could already be gone. GOD i love this book
like harry has spent the better part of a year in the company of this carefully mild-mannered mentor figure and in one night he witnesses him 1. attempt murder and 2. transform into a goddamn DARK CREATURE
so good. this book. so. good.
Lupin smiled wryly.
^^^this is probably the most bitter we’ve ever seen him and i hate it. imagine how pissed he was. imagine him getting to the carriage and sirius is just inexplicably inside it. he complains to sirius the whole way out the castle gates. sirius complains back about prison food and lack of readily available hair products for known convicts. they catch up. they kiss probably.
anyway this post has no point i just like analyzing how odd and occasionally frightening lupin looks
I think the thing I love the most about Jaal’s romance is… I’m so used to Bioware giving me this Depressing Shit™ all the time with love interests, and Jaal just… isn’t.
He’s sweet and loving and smart and loyal and good and caring and attentive and genuinely is very deeply in love with Ryder… AND NOTHING BAD HAPPENS. He doesn’t die, he doesn’t leave you, he doesn’t take the position in the Resistance that Efvra offered him and go back to Aya to leave you in a LDR or something, no.
He stays with you and tells you how much he adores you and loves you, he calls you his “darling one”, he tells you you’re “stuck with him” and to take him with you wherever you go, he wants to get a place of your own together on one of the worlds you saved… like.
He wants to spend the rest of his life with you and I’m just???? I’m so happy there’s like… no angst in his romance. Like sure there’s sad moments and shit hitting the fan all around you, and poor Jaal has two existential crisis during the story, but like. You’re always there for eachother. And you love eachother. And for ONCE there is a genuinely happy goddamn ending for both of you!!!! GOD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.
For anyone out there who loved the obese bastard as much as I did, I just want to say a few words. Fat Joey was not the most badass son of a bitch, but he was loyal. He had a great sense of humor. In fact, we were just joking about oral sex with Lucille the other day. Things will not be the same now that he’s dead. Without Fat Joey, Skinny Joey is just Joey. So it’s a goddamn tragedy. So, let’s have a moment of silence.
It’s the first cool day New York has seen in months. Louis wakes up to a light chill in the air, goosebumps rising on his skin, the cracked windows finally letting in a breeze that doesn’t feel muggy, and when he rolls over to face Harry, sheets pooled around his bare waist, Louis only pauses to stare for a brief moment before he’s poking Harry’s chest, cheeks, eyelids. Harry bats him away, groaning.
“Why. What.” His voice is rough with sleep and he doesn’t any make an attempt to open his eyes.
Louis smirks, poking him in the stomach. Hard. “It’s finally fall.”
“It’s been fall for a week and a half.”
“Yeah but now it feels like fall.”
Harry groans louder. “It’s Sunday. The day of rest. I don’t want to wake up yet.”
“But.” He sits up, reaching for the duvet cover, wrapping it around himself. It smells like Harry’s shampoo, and a little bit like fabric softener. “We should go apple picking.”
“You don’t even like apples that much,” Harry mumbles into his pillow.
“I’m a teacher. I think it’s a law to like them, or something.”
He grunts out something that resembles probably, then rolls over to his other side, his back facing Louis.
That won’t do.
Louis rearranges himself so he’s situated on Harry’s lap, his movements quick enough that Harry doesn’t have time to react or push him away. Louis drags his hands up and down Harry’s sides, touching softly at his fading scars, and Harry finally opens his eyes at that, smile breaking, shaking his head.
“Has anyone ever told you how much of a pain in the ass you are?”
Pairing/Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Natasha Romanoff,
Bucky Barnes Warnings: Angst, the smallest bit of fluff, some deaths, blood Summary: It’s been months since your last
encounter with Steve, is there any chance you’ll take him back? Word Count: 1.6k+ A/N: I am so overwhelmed by the amount of love and reactions from I Am Not Peggy! Because of all of that love, I started writing part two last night and just finished it off now… I wanna thank the bucky to my steve, @sickplanets for beta’ing this story, her reaction was priceless, i’m gonna insert a photo, give me a second:
I feel like we’ve had a rough few weeks in this joint so I’m gonna make myself feel good and remind y’all of my fave Zacts:
Zayn’s voice is a gift from God brought on Earth to bless us all
Zayn’s face is made to humble us but also remind us every day that there’s beauty in the world and that if we just hang in there, we’ll get to see it once more
Zayn’s nose alone could make empires crumple
Zayn loves animals so much. He literally has a zoo???? His latest videos ends with a monkey and an alligator for no goddamn reason, just cuz Z felt like it…. my fave weirdo
Every single person that’s ever worked with Z has only had positive and warm things to say about him. Gentle, respectful, warm, dedicated, kind…. these were all words used to describe people who’ve met him.
Also Zayn’s an amazing hugger? I mean of course he is, but still??? people always comment on that. And the fact that he smells amazing.
Zayn is aware of his position in the world. He knows who he is and who he represents and what he means to a lot of people and he’s only ever used that position for good and refused to let the world tell him his roots are not good enough.
Zayn is brave. He faces so much hate and discrimination every damn day and he hasn’t let any of it deter him. He always perseveres and prevails and comes out with only positive things. He’s an inspiration.
Zayn loves his fans and is constantly trying to find new ways to reach out to us and makes us feel included in everything he does. Remember when Zayn said he appreciate fanficion writers???? That he encourages all kind of creative endeavours. He sent fanartists their own art on canvas with a personalised note. He organised release parties where he just chills and hangs out with fans.
Remember when Zayn used the puppy filter. Man, that was so dope!
Mind of Mine still gets random, heartfelt praise form the general public, one year later. Because it’s such an authentic and original and raw and beautiful album. An album made with so much love and care and with so much feelings. It’s such a masterpiece.
Zayn cuts his hair and suddenly the whole goddamn world loses it. A true moment of unity. World peace achieved. King of hair styles.
He’s such a warm, loving and funny guy. I just love him to bit and pieces.
ARIES: eat frozen yogurt and take not-so-shitty Polaroids because these memories mean more than you’ll ever know. you are unique. go on adventures, and let yourself be taken with whatever these heated days have to offer. you remind me of the good that will persevere no matter how bad it gets. i have so much love for you in my heart, and thank you for being the closest thing to home i know. you have saved so many people with those warm arms of yours. i am lucky enough to be one of them.
TAURUS: i hope you let your skin get painted over in gold from sunshine and your cheeks hurt with the weight of your smiles. see new things, but be safe. if it gets rough, just know there’s nothing you can’t get through. you are a smart and beautiful everywhere. embrace your humor, you’ve always had a knack for keeping me laughing.
GEMINI: this is your time. the skies are blue with your name painted in every breeze. it’s all yours if you want it. i think you should spend as much time as you can outside, because there is something about summer that will always love you. eat your birthday cake on a picnic with the most loveliest person you know, and let all your stress fade into the chlorine smell of swimming pools and sticky sweet smell of skin and sunscreen. it’ll be good, i promise.
CANCER: you deserve to shine as bright as you possibly can, you deserve to see the stars, and taste galaxies, and love someone who knows what that word means. you deserve so much, much more than i’ll ever be able to give. but i will give it up anyway. no more regrets. dance a lot to loud music, and sleep with your entire body and soul, take care of yourself in the most gentle way you know how. i want you to have fun. go out and do something only mildly reckless. i want you to find stories, to tell, to write, to capture, to paint, to sing half badly at the top of your lungs. you are so lovely. none of these words will ever be enough to tell you how grateful i am that you are here.
LEO: we’ve got a calendar of things to do but it’s gonna be alright, trust me. you’ve got an army of love ready to fight the stress any hour of the day. there is so much good waiting for you, so much greatness you deserve. if there is a battle, you are the winning side. you’re the strongest person i know but please remember take care of yourself. travel far and i hope you find different places that feel like home.
VIRGO: i just want you to smile. a little, a lot. i want you to feel lighter than things have been recently, or in the past, just want you to relax. the world is always moving, turning, constantly, and it can be deafening the amount of noise. sometimes people act like they don’t hear you, but they do. they’re just too stupid to admit it. you’re so goddamn gorgeous. enjoy the sun, i hope you find something new to love.
LIBRA: you mean so much, you matter so fucking much, there will be never enough of my stupid poetic sayings to describe it. this is what this is, stupid. just another time i couldn’t keep my mouth shut. you’re a different aspect of life, one that i’ve neglected. my most sincere apologies. you’ve always believed so much, i admire that about you. i hope you’re happy every possible moment you can be, and i hope you are loved. this summer should be good. you deserve it.
SCORPIO: calm down, breathe in, breathe out. you are always there, like a constant thrum in the background or the sound of screaming poetry, no matter the noise, i am nothing but appreciative of your love. i hope you live your days breathing in salty sweet air of the sea and that your skin is speckled gold with sand and that your soul is breathing and alive. things will work out, i like to believe the universe has a way of giving back to the good ones. you’re one of them. good. calm. pure. something sinful, yeah maybe, but i’m alright with going to hell as long as i see you there.
SAGITTARIUS: there is sunshine loving adventures waiting for you. i think you’ll hate and love airplanes a little bit more, and get a little pissed at the way time seems to run on it’s own agenda, but all in all, i know it’s going to be a good month. draw, paint, laugh, go on road trips with good music playing in the background and take a selfish amount of pictures. there are memories that will keep you warm longer than the sun ever has.
CAPRICORN: i don’t know what to expect out of you that’s anything less than greatness. don’t run forward but a walk in the park can do wonders sometimes. you’re life. don’t forget that. have fun, don’t sit idle. move around, go downtown and look at sculptures and art you have no idea what they mean. laugh. a lot. be a child, cause you know things are only getting harder. but you’re better. you’re good. things will work itself out. what is broken, will always rearrange.
AQUARIUS: summers are either chlorine stained hearts or the breath of fresh air in your lungs, and this time around might feel a little bit of both. work with what you have, i don’t know what else to say. but remember you are not poison. yes there is black ink spilling from your pen and sometimes your gushing veins, but it is not a part of hell you have to keep inside of yourself so you don’t infect and destroy and hurt hurt hurt. humans, we’re heaven and hell combined in one animal. and that’s it. you’re only human. nothing more, nothing less. and that’s okay. keep breathing. i know you can take care of yourself, but thing is, you don’t have to. you are not alone.
PISCES: i don’t see you around much, but your tenderness is always in my heart. i hope you pick flowers and decorate your hair with the aesthetic cause you’re a sunflower in a garden full of weeds. you told me that once. i’ll never forget. i hope you love yourself. if things are spiraling, i will do good on my promise to sink with you, no matter the distance, no matter the time spent apart, we’re always together. somewhere. i miss you yeah. there is no battle ship, there are no more gun shots and bullet wounds, and you’ll be okay. the sun will be sweet to you. listen to good music and visit a new cafe. you have so much love to give.
fffinally- this would’ve been done sooner but goddamn procrastination and my laptop is just not dealing me anymore c: (same buddy same)
alright so the moment that @eddcolaboy upload this beauty, I instantly fell in love with it, it’s just so- aaaAAA A it’s per fect and honestly if I wasn’t so damn lazy I would do a doodle for every one of their videos
and also when this video I barely found out about this awesome blog @ask-tomandedd and I found it p funny that these both came into my life at almost the same time but yo if you like sweet angst with a side of gay, this blog is for you~
also give the mod some support, they got things goin on c:
now if you excuse me, it’s almost 5 in morning and I’m gonna sleep until 3
when she was 7, a boy pushed her on the playground
she fell headfirst into the dirt and came up with a mouthful of gravel and lines of blood chasing each other down her legs
when she told her teacher what happened, she laughed and said ‘boys will be boys honey don’t let it bother you
he probably just thinks you’re cute’
but the thing is,
when you tell a little girl who has rocks in her teeth and scabs on her knees that hurt and attention are the same
you teach her that boys show their affection through aggression
and she grows into a young woman who constantly mistakes the two
because no one ever taught her the difference
'boys will be boys’
'that’s how he shows his love’
and bruises start to feel like the imprint of lips
she goes to school with a busted mouth in high school and says she was hit with a basketball instead of his fist
the one adult she tells scolds her
'you know he loses his temper easily
why the hell did you have to provoke him?’
so she shrinks
folds into herself, flinches every time a man raises his voice
by the time she’s 16 she’s learned her job well
be quiet, be soft, be easy
don’t give him a reason
but for all her efforts, he still finds one
'boys will be boys’ rings in her head
'boys will be boys
he doesn’t mean it
he can’t help it’
she’s 7 years old on the playground again
with a mouth full of rocks and blood that tastes like copper love
because boys will be boys baby don’t you know
that’s just how he shows he cares
she’s 18 now and they’re drunk
in the split second it takes for her words to enter his ears they’re ruined
like a glass heirloom being dropped between the hands of generations
she meant them to open his arms but they curl his fists and suddenly his hands are on her and her head hits the wall and all of the goddamn words in the world couldn’t save them in this moment
she touches the bruise the next day
boys will be boys
aggression, affection, violence, love
how does she separate them when she learned so early that they’re inextricably bound, tangled in a constant tug-of-war
she draws tally marks on her walls ratios of kisses to bruises
one entire side of her bedroom turns purple, one entire side of her body
boys will be boys will be boys will be boys
when she’s 20, a boy touches her hips and she jumps
he asks her who the hell taught her to be scared like that and she wants to laugh
doesn’t he know that boys will be boys?
it took her 13 years to unlearn that lesson from the playground
so I guess what I’m trying to say is
i will talk until my voice is hoarse so that my little sister understands that aggression and affection are two entirely separate things
baby they exist in difference universes
my niece can’t even speak yet but I think I’ll start with her now
don’t ever accept the excuse that boys will be boys
don’t ever let him put his hands on you like that
if you see hate blazing in his eyes don’t you ever confuse it with love
baby love won’t hurt when it comes
you won’t have to hide it under long sleeves during the summer
the only reason he should ever reach out his hand
is to hold yours
Fortesa Latifi - Boys Will Be Boys
(And Why That Is The Stupidest Thing You Could Ever Say To A Little Girl)
Shiro likes sharing happy moments he’s had with Lance and Keith is really supportive of that; he always encourages him and engages with the conversation as Shiro’s stammering and red in the face. It’s embarrassing for him, but Lance makes him so happy he wants to share it with Keith. Let him know he’s happy.
Shiro: Hey Keith why don’t you tell me about Hunk for a change?
Keith: No. You’ll fall in love with him.
Shiro: …. I think I won-
Keith: YOU WILL. NO.
Anyway Keith and Shiro hanging out together, joking about their boyfriends.
this situation directly reminds me of last season all over again, when people JUMPED on sana, in 4:10, and vilified her, dehumanized her, reduced her right down to that one moment of anger and frustration, and forgot who she was as a whole person, when she retaliated back at isak.
even after 8:10, when she apologised to isak, people still vilified her. it wasn’t until much, much later on, that people then went easy on her again, when her words had to be explained, when people saw isak using the exact words sana said to him, when he came out to his mum, when isak called her his friend.
sana basically had to get the goddamn approval of so many people in this fandom, before she was loved once again by the majority.
and that is gonna be exactly the same case with mikael. the boy reacted. just like how sana did. in a moment of shock and overwhelmingness. and now he’s being summoned as a demon when we haven’t even heard his side of the story yet. the only person who’s apology he needs is even’s. nobody else’s. but even then, even after even will forgive mikael, how much do you wanna bet people will still dehumanize mikael. just like they did with sana.
it says it all really tbh. its just the way us poc have it. we can’t make mistakes. bc if we do, we’re not human enough to be forgiven.
2x19 was the best episode I’ve ever watched in my life. Most people don’t understand why supergirl means so so much to me. It’s a show that is dear to my heart. I found it at a time when I needed it most. Alex came out and found love. I finally realized that the reason why I was so unhappy was because I wouldn’t allow myself to be who I really am. I lived depressed for years keeping a part of myself hidden. And for what reason? To please others? Fuck other people. You could die tomorrow. Why are you living for other people? Live for yourself. Don’t waste a moment doing anything that doesn’t bring you happiness. You deserve the goddamn world and if no one tells you that then I am here to. Sanvers is my “light at the end of a tunnel” & I just cannot explain how grateful I am for Floriana and Chyler.
TW: HOMOPHOBIC LANGUAGE “But you’re a real faggot now, right?”
Those words he’s been expecting, fearing. Something. He’s not sure. All he knows is the rush of air beside him and the sound of a sickening crunch a moment later.
It’s Isak. His Isak. Bowed over, hands holding his face. Even doesn’t react immediately, but the others are pushing Isak back; yelling, screaming, hitting.
And it’s too much. His body is working mechanically, pulling Isak away from the group, checking his injuries. But he’s a million miles away. Years. He’s backing away from Mikael and that disgusted look on his face that still finds their way into his nightmares. You fucking fag. Get away from me.
Even wants to get away, needs to. His skin is crawling and his boyfriend is fucking bleeding. It doesn’t stop him from looking back at his past though, as the boys help him usher Isak away.
Philip lays next to him, and Lukas is sure
he can feel the tension radiating off of him.
“I wish you would stop worrying about it,”
“I’m not worrying about it,” Lukas says,
through his haze of fear and panic. Worry is so far down on his list that he
actually feels like he’s telling the truth. He’s been ready to puke about this
for months now. Since Philip got his acceptance letter.
“I applied a lot earlier than you did,”
Philip says. “That’s why your response isn’t here yet. Helen and Gabe were on
me to get it out right away and I had basically decided on NYU while you were
still going through your options.”
there’s literally no reason to make fun of soukoku shippers for joking about how Dazai folding Chuuya’s clothes up in that one scene makes the ship canon and if I have to see one more goddamn person making a post meant to antagonize soukoku shippers for that I’m going to lose my fucking mind bc
1) the majority of soukoku shippers aren’t yaoi loving fujoshis who actually believe that one (1) singular scene where Dazai did something that for once in his life wasn’t shitty makes the ship undeniably canon nor that it makes it the most obvious and healthy pairing in the world. We understand our ship isn’t actually canon. We understand that not everyone is going to ship it. We understand that they have issues they need to work out. It’s a joke. Leave us alone.
2) Literally every ship has a version of this??? I ship kunikidazai and that one extra comic when they’re going to an onsen together and stay overnight together and they’re talking about Dazai’s bandages and Kunikida’s glasses and whatever, every kunikidazai shipper, myself included, has made the “it’s a date, kunikidazai is canon now” joke about that comic. That one official art where Chuuya is giving Q a piggyback ride while Kajii is stuffing lemons into Q’s hands? Every motojichuu shipper has made the “I can’t believe motojichuu is canon and Q is their son” joke. The fact that Chuuya is in the OVA and Aya looks just like him? Every Kunichuu shipper has made the “Aya is Chuuya and Kunikida’s lovechild, kunichuu is canon and they’re getting married in the OVA to raise their daughter together” joke. But literally no one shits on those shippers for making their jokes about their “canon” ships, and I’m sure that if anyone who didn’t ship kunikidazai or kunichuu or whatever started making posts about how stupid those shippers were for making jokes like that, people would be pretty salty about it.
3) It’s such a small thing, we get it, but Dazai was uncharacteristically nice to someone that he supposedly dislikes??? For once in his life he wasn’t an utter asshole??? He took the time to clean Chuuya up and find his hat and coat and gloves which blew off God knows where in that forest and fold them up and set them beside Chuuya and yeah IT’S A SMALL FUCKING THING but it’s kind of sweet Jesus Christ how hard is it to let someone be happy over a small thing why do you have to suck the life and the joy out of everything, it costs $0 to just let someone be happy instead of shitting all over everything that they love.
4) it’s a FUCKING ANIME, HELEN. THERE’S NO REASON FOR YOU TO BE SO BUTTHURT OVER PEOPLE WHO SHIP YOUR NOTP BEING EXCITED AT A SMALL MOMENT BETWEEN THEIR SHIP AND I CAN GODDAMN PROMISE YOU THAT IF THE SAME KIND OF SCENE HAPPENED FOR ANY OTHER SHIP, THEN SHIPPERS OF THAT SHIP WOULD BE MAKING THE SAME KIND OF JOKE. GO OUTSIDE. DRINK SOME WATER. STOP MAKING FUN OF PEOPLE BECAUSE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS MAKE THEM HAPPY.
Summary: Danny reflects on his unique friendship with Arin, not wanting the Gru//mp session to end.
Genre: Fluff, Sleepy Gameplay, Heart-to-Heart
A/N: Hope you guys like this! It’s a cute lil reflection of Danny’s thoughts about his friendship with Arin. It’s supposed to make you feel warm and fuzzy. Please let me know what you think!
That was always the funny thing about Arin.
He felt like home.
Danny sat back, stretching his arms behind his head as he watched his best friend snarl at the screen. His character, Link, jumped around for a helpless moment before falling onto the ground, defeated. Arin groaned and commented on the poor control system of the game.
He was only half listening. He watched as Arin picked up the game again, this time cracking a comment about Shadow Ganon’s weird nose and Zelda’s inability to help out his character–named Quaff or something equally as ridiculous.
Danny laughed offhandedly, studying the details of Arin’s face. Both men had been extremely busy lately. They hadn’t had a Gru//mp session in almost two weeks–they’d kept having to post Ste//am Tra//in videos to keep the slots filled.
As a consequence, they’d been at it almost all day playing various games. Sometimes he played, sometimes Arin did. But it was nights like this, where it was getting to be almost too late and they were hyped up on caffeine and sugar, where Danny found himself to be completely enjoying life.
His tongue still held the taste of his Skittles and his back was sore from sitting for so long, but he couldn’t have been happier. His throat felt mildly scratchy from laughing so much.
But it wasn’t just the sugar high or the sheer hilarity of the moment that made this so memorable for Danny–it was being able to spend some quality time with Arin. As cheesy as that sounded–even to himself–it was goddamn true.
Danny loved Arin. Arin loved Danny. It was one of the most obvious and accepted things in the Gru//mp Space. Sure, Brian and Danny were very close friends and partners, Suzy was Arin’s wife and they loved each other, but Danny and Arin had a bond no one else could touch.
He really loved that. He loved that he had a friendship so special it was coveted by everyone. Anyone who’d met Arin knew how charismatic and funny the guy was. Honestly, it felt like a fucking honor just to be considered Egor//aptor’s friend.
But Arin was so much more than Egoraptor. He was Arin. It was impossible to describe to anyone that didn’t know him. Arin just had an aura about him–something that made your chest swell and you couldn’t take your eyes off him.
Danny knew this all too well. If he was with Arin, everything was amazing. He could laugh, he could cry, he could be himself, and nothing would ever change the bond that had formed between the two men.
When Arin joked, Danny was the first one to laugh. When Danny needed someone, Arin was the first person he called. When they were getting ready to record, both just relaxed and prepared for a few hours of pure enjoyment.
His eyes traced Arin’s brown eyes, knitted in concentration, down his scruffy chin to his broad shoulders and his messy shoulder-length hair. The musician smiled fondly.
“Dude, you didn’t tie your hair up again.”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I forgot.” Arin murmured, twisting his arms as if that would help him defeat Shadow Ganon. “Fuck, dude!”
“Here, I’ll tie it for you.” Without waiting to hear Arin’s reply, Danny scooted over and pulled back almost all of Arin’s hair. It was very soft, which he’d expected, since Arin washed it every day, and glossed through his fingers like water. Danny couldn’t help but to marvel at it for a moment, since he could never do this to his own wild curls.
Arin waited patiently, not paying him much mind since he was focused on the battle. Danny continued pulling back the rest of his hair, taking his sweet time. Because, honestly, he’d really, really missed Arin through the last couple weeks and texting him wasn’t the same at all.
“You good, dude?” Arin asked absently as Danny released a small sigh.
“Yeah. I just really fucking missed you.” Danny replied honestly, twisting the blonde streak through his fingers.
Arin nodded, biting his lip in frustration as his character died again. “Me too, man.”
Danny’s chest felt full. He’d honestly been so grouchy the last couple of days, and it had shown. Brian had finally stopped a NS//P writing session in exasperation, saying, “What is up with you? You’ve been turning into Gru//mp instead of Not-So-Gru//mp lately!”
At the mention of Game Gru//mps, Danny’s face had lifted slightly, and Brian rolled his eyes. “If you miss Arin, just get a fuckin’ Gru//mp session scheduled already. Or go hang out with him. Whatever. You’re going through Arin withdrawals.”
And Danny had nodded, because Brian was right (he always was) and everyone knew about Arin and Danny’s friendship and how much it meant to both of them. He had nothing to be embarrassed about–this sort of thing was normal.
And Arin, obviously, felt the same way.
Danny had been so happy to see him, he’d just stood there and positively beamed with joy when he’d run into the Grump Space that morning and saw Arin sitting behind his desk, editing something.
Arin had looked up at him and his eyes had lit up too, because he’d missed Danny just as much and they’d shared a big hug amidst Ross’s playful jeerings.
Everyone knew how close they were. Danny had never had a friendship like Arin’s in his whole life. He hoped Arin knew just how much he meant to him.
And now, running his long fingers through Arin’s hair and watching Arin finally beat the boss, he felt more at home than he ever had before.
Arin grinned. “Got him! Finally!” his eyes fell to the timer. “I think it’s about time for next time on–”
Danny panicked a little. If they ended this recording session, he’d have to go home. He’d have to say goodbye to Arin until they cleared enough time in their busy schedules to hang out again.
He didn’t want to say goodbye yet.
In his agitation, his fists clenched and Arin’s sentence was cut off by his yelp of surprise. “Dude, what’re you pullin’ my hair for?”
Danny blinked and released the silky hair in front of him as Arin turned to give him a curious look. The recorder was still on. They were still filming.
“We’ve still got time!” Danny blurted, eyes darting to the timer. “Another minute! Then we can do next time on Game Grumps!”
“Aww,” Arin groaned, but lifted the controller again. “Alright, Danny. Caught me slackin’ off, didn’t you?”
Arin’s tone was teasing and drawn out, which relaxed the older man. They weren’t done. He’d get to spend some more time with his friend.
“Zelda’s not much help, is she?” Danny joked, tentatively reaching back out to pull Arin’s hair back again.
Arin snorted. “Nah. She just likes to watch you suffer, y’know.” He lifted his pitch, imitating Zelda’s voice. “Oh, Quaff! Watching you die over and over again is really doin’ it for me!”
Danny laughed, tugging a bit on a small knot in the hair. He, too, imitated the princess’s voice. “You being impaled by Ganon? Mmmm….that’s the shit!”
Arin laughed loudly, letting out a small cackle, and Danny felt a goofy grin overtaking his features, feeling slightly proud of himself. He always felt like this whenever he got Arin to laugh. He chalked it up as a victory.
“Geez…I missed you, buddy,” Arin remarked once he caught his breath, making his character leap into the next temple.
Danny pressed his lips together to repress the glow of joy spreading through his body up to his face. He grinned, his eyes sparkling. “Oh, Arin, you know I love it when you talk to me like that!”
Arin chortled, glancing at the timer. “Much as I’d like to pursue that train of thought, Dan, we gotta end the episode.”
Danny deflated slightly, seeing that they had actually gone over time and really needed to stop. “You’re right. Next time on Game Gru//mps.”
Arin yawned his approval before leaning forward to switch everything off, pulling his hair away from Danny’s grip. He shuffled back to the other side of the couch, watching his friend fiddle with the microphone before standing up and stretching.
“Aw, man, dude, I got sore from sitting for so long.”
Not hearing a witty reply, Arin turned to look at Danny, who was watching him intently with the saddest doe eyes he’d ever seen.
“Whoa, what’s wrong, buddy?” Arin sat beside him, forehead creasing. “Everything okay in Sex//bang land?”
Danny stared at him, letting himself take a moment to appreciate the concern reflected on Arin’s face before replying timidly. “Um…do you mind if…we just hang here for a minute?”
Arin’s head tilted slightly. “Like here on the couch?”
“Yeah,” Danny mumbled. “It’s just I haven’t seen you in a while and I don’t want to go home yet and I missed you a lot.”
The younger man’s eyes softened and he smiled. “Sure, Dan. We can kick back and just talk for a while. I like talking to you.”
So Arin sat back on the couch and Danny threw his legs over his friend’s lap and they laughed at the ridiculous things that had happened to them today and Danny had never felt warmer, drawing a blanket around himself.
As it got late and their voices dwindled to soft tones, Danny felt his eyes drooping as he snuggled into the couch. His voice was so quiet he wasn’t sure if Arin heard him: “D’you think we’ll be friends forever, Arin?”
There was a small silence and Danny was about to check if Arin had fallen asleep when he heard the soft reply: “Even longer, Danny.”
It was the last thing Danny remembered before waking up the next morning with the sun filtering into the Gru//mp Space and Arin tucked underneath him, still fast asleep.
Well I mean he's right there's nothing Sakura can do right now, he's just being blunt
Naruto, they're a burden, you should have just left them to die
Sasuke is right, they have to save the world even if it hurts him so much to make that choice :( / Sasuke's lying, he just doesn't want Kaguya to see that he cares about Sakura so she won't attack her! / He's just tsundere!
But thanks to that [the vest] I made it. But not you. I did it on my own.
OMG HE CAUGHT HER AND THANKED ~HER~ THEY'RE CANON THEY'RE CANON
Did you thank Sakura and Obito for saving you?
Who gives a shit just focus on the goddess trying to kill everyone
Aw he's such a tsundere :)
Sasuke! Save Sakura!
....... -no intention to save her-
-Kakashi saves Sakura-
What the fuck how did HE get Susanoo?! A perfect one at that!
GODDAMN IT KAKASHI STOP COCKBLOCKING SASUKE LOOK AT HIM HE'S SO UPSET STOP SAVING HIS WAIFU FOR HIM!!!! THAT WAS HIS MOMENT!!!
I love you! Maybe romantically or platonically idk, which one Kishimoto-sama?
GOD you're annoying, I'm going to trap you in an illusion where I kill you so you'll shut up
HE ONLY DID IT BECAUSE HE'S TSUNDERE AND IN A DARK PLACE SO IT DOESN'T COUNT!! / HE DID IT TO SAVE HER BECAUSE HE'S WORRIED SHE'D GET HURT!
She just wanted to save you, she's not even interested in going out with you anymore
Shut the fuck up Kakashi you don't know shit
What, is she having fun daydreaming about love? I just don't care about her love for me, I never have and she should have stopped a long time ago because I've NEVER been interested
He's lying! He's just being tsundere again! / HE'S IN A DARK PLACE IT DOESN'T COUNT!!! / HE JUST WANTS HER TO HATE HIM TO PROTECT HER CAN'T YOU SEE, GOSH YOU'RE FUCKING STUPID KISHIMOTO HAS BEEN HINTING AT IT!
Naruto, you're the only person I care about so that's why I have to kill you, you're my best friend, my only bond
OMG HE THINKS OF SAKURA AS HIS WAIFU!
-flashbacks of Team 7-
OMG HE'S THINKING ABOUT HER! THEY'RE CAN-
I think of Team 7, Sakura included, as a FAMILY
HE'S LYING! / WELL DUH! WIVES ARE A PART OF YOUR FAMILY! HE DIDN'T MEAN PLATONICALLY OBVIOUSLY! SASUSAKU IS CANON!