bc no one does

anonymous asked:

"Imagine Fushimi was lying sick on his bed in Scepter 4 dorm and he was so sick he thought he was at his old house then he start calling out Yata’s name several times but at the end no one actually came." i found this on imaginesarumi @tumblr and it broke me! IM CRYINJ

I swear I have at least one if not more doujinshi where this happens and it’s heartbreaking every time. I always imagine the first time Fushimi fell sick while he was in Scepter 4 he probably felt like this, like at this point he hasn’t made any friends yet so no one’s really around to dote on him except Munakata and Munakata can’t be there all the time. The first time he feels ill Fushimi of course tries to ignore it, he goes into work like normal coughing and sneezing and his superior officers glare at him but anyone who dares to suggest he go back to the dorms gets snapped at. Fushimi continues to go into work sick for the next two days and finally the fever catches up with him and the next day he just can’t even get out of bed, he’s too weak to do anything but shoot Munakata a quick text saying he’s not coming in to work. Munakata would I think come check on him and probably finds Fushimi tossing and sweating in the bed with a high level fever. Even so Fushimi’s conscious enough to tell Munakata to go away when he tries to suggest that Fushimi go to the infirmary, Fushimi’s like ‘I can handle myself, leave me alone,’ already falling back into the old childhood habit of not needing anyone when he’s sick because he’s learned what happens now, when you let someone be precious to you. Munakata agrees not to make Fushimi go to the infirmary but probably does insist on bringing him some soup and checking on him periodically, if the fever gets too high Fushimi’s going to the infirmary whether he wants to or not.

Once Munakata leaves Fushimi just clicks his tongue and rolls over, pulling the covers over his head and basically doing his level best to will the fever away. At some point he falls asleep and starts having this really vivid fever dream of waking up in his old room back at that empty mansion. Dream!Fushimi sits up in bed shocked and gasping, looking around at the room he remembers too well and for a moment he just feels this jolt of pure panic, like wait did I dream everything else, what if there’s no Scepter 4 and no Kings and no clans and no Misaki, what if all this was just a hallucination brought on by fever and I really have been alone from the start. Then maybe he starts to hear footsteps coming up the stairs and Fushimi begins to hyperventilate a little because he knows who those footsteps belong to. He throws the covers over his head, repeating over and over to himself that Niki’s dead, he died and Fushimi saw the body, but he can’t stop shaking. His fingers clench in the sheets and finally he grits out Yata’s name in just this small, plaintive cry: ‘Misaki.’ Fushimi can hear the door start to creak open and he repeats it again, Misaki, Misaki, because didn’t Misaki say it, that if Fushimi called he would come, didn’t Misaki say his ears were good enough to hear from even far away and yet no matter how many times Fushimi says it the door keeps creaking open even more.

Finally there’s a slam as the door opens all the way and Fushimi sits bolt upright in his own room at the Scepter 4 dorms, shocked into wakefulness. He’s still groggy though and he reaches out blindly for Yata’s hand, muttering that he just a nightmare and Misaki get me a drink and he almost falls off the bed as he realizes that he’s been reaching for nothing. Fushimi says Yata’s name again, almost timid, and then he finally raises his head and remembers that he’s in Scepter 4 now and Misaki’s not here, Misaki won’t ever be here. Fushimi feels this sudden rush of hatred for himself and everything else as he laughs bitterly to himself, like you came this far to get away from that weakness remember. When Munakata comes back in to check on him Fushimi won’t even look at him, coldly telling Munakata to leave the soup on the desk and that he’s fine, Fushimi has always been able to take care of himself when he’s sick and he doesn’t need anyone else, even as his hands clench tighter around the sheets and he has force each word out around gritted teeth.

straydogsatan  asked:

Ok so I gotta tell you this a few nights ago I played solo by myself and so usually I run supports bc no one does it and so it's on Hanamura and we're winning and suddenly my team leaves me to fight alone so it's 1v6 and now we lose so at the end of the match they decided to let me know why they let me fight the enemy team alone. The reason? I didn't revive ONE of their friends. Doesn't matter I got a 3 man rez I didn't revive the genji on the other side of the map and that's why they left me.

Goddamn that’s just petty AND stupid

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Owari no Shipping Week: Day 4:  Happy / Smiles / Kisses

chu

shading? never heard of her

also i spent a considerable amount of time cursing under my breath trying to draw this im never drawing kisses again…. ok maybe i will but not any time soon bc wow that was difficult

The SMH As Things I've Done Part II
  • Bitty: my straight cousin asked me if i had a boyfriend. not wanting to out myself but also not wanting to seem boring, i said yes and accidentally made up a whole backstory and person on the spot
  • Jack: went 15 years without diagnosing my severe ocd and depression because i was too lazy to talk to anyone about it
  • Shitty: wore a "the future is female" shirt around my conservative family just because i knew it would start drama
  • Lardo: told a boy i wasn't interested in that i wasn't looking for a relationship and then proceeded to complain about how much i wanted a boyfriend or girlfriend right in front of him
  • Holster: had an anxiety attack while watching the x files episode "all things" because i was so shocked that fox mulder was able to get laid and it was too much strain on my brain to handle
  • Ransom: cried during finals week because the concept that the carrot is actually the root was suddenly very overwhelming
  • Nursey: ended a presentation on the conflicts of europe in 2016 with "but i guess it's okay. well actually it's not and the european infrastructure is crumbling but, you know whatever."
  • Dex: became very angry at my best friend because she didn't tell me she had a new dog and i was offended that she didn't send me cute dog pictures
  • Chowder: started an all out war between my friends by asking the question "if a baby were grown in the stomach, would it be pooped or puked out"
  • Parse: worked out an entire conflict without actually ever talking to the person it concerned and just having other people do it for me

Day ?? - Interacting with your crush

Would you believe me if I said I drew this first out of all the prompts in the challenge? LOLOLOL I wanted to post them in order but I realized the fatesona child thing was also a prompt so… oh well. 😂😂😂

About ships

Boy and Girl: *blush at each other*

People: it’s canon.

Two boys: *blush at each other, hug, think about each other all day, hold hands, stare at each other lovingly, dream about each other, share lots of intimate affectionate moments*

People: look at those bros! Such strong friendship!

People: *brush hands with friends of the same gender* no homo!

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you are just right

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diego luna appreciation weekdecember 27 (diego + alice braga w/ surprise gael)

people that inspired in my in my journey, diego luna was special, because it was the first film i did abroad and he was such a strong actor in the sense of young, but with so much knowledge because he was an actor since he was a kid. - alice braga, interview magazine

Final Apostasy: Ende Der Welt

after two and a half weeks straight of suffering i am finally done with this mess

not quite what i was going for but i like how it turned out

“C’mon- shit!” Hanamaki grunts.

“Fuck!” Iwaizumi shouts.

Matsukawa freezes at the front door. He blinks at the bronze number, thinking about whatever scenarios could be happening on the other side of the door. From the loud grunts that the entire floor could hear, he can only come to one conclusion. Or two.

Carefully, he slowly opens the door and peeks around it, looking at the living room. They’re not on the couch. His eyes wander elsewhere. Maybe they’re in the kitchen?

Wait. Oh god, no.

“C’mon, you guys!” Matsukawa shouts, dashing towards the kitchen. “We eat in there!”

He pushes open the kitchen door and glances over to the kitchen island to find his boyfriends arm wrestling.

“Of course,” Matsukawa sighs, half-relieved, half-disappointed. He knew it would be the first scenario. He throws his keys on the counter.

Watching these two arm wrestle was always the greatest experience he ever had. But now they’ve been happening way too often, and as much at Matsukawa doesn’t mind watching the display, it was always gonna be over something silly.

“It was your turn to do it!” Iwaizumi growls, tightening the already iron grip he has on Hanamaki’s hand as he tries to push it down on the table. “I’m not losing again!”

Matsukawa’s face drops. Of course it was gonna be over something like chores.

“No way in hell!” Hanamaki shouts, jabbing his toes into Iwaizumi’s shins.

Iwaizumi howls and glares at him as he clenches his own hand in an attempt to crush Hanamaki’s. “I’ve been working all day!”

“The gym doesn’t count as work!”

Iwaizumi’s eyes widen in rage and he pushes even harder on Hanamaki’s hand. “I haven’t been there all day unlike some people!”

Matsukawa sighs and buries his face in his hands. “Can someone for the love of god please decide whose gonna cook dinner?”

Both Iwaizumi and Hanamaki pause and whip their heads around to stare at him with fire in their eyes. “Why don’t you do it?!”

Matsukawa rears back a little but he still glares at the two nonetheless. “Because I’ve been working all day and I’m starving.”

Iwaizumi clicks his tongue and turns back to face Hanamaki. “Well it’s gonna be decided when I finally kick this guy’s ass!”

“The hell you are!” Hanamaki shouts, leaning forward to try and put more strength into his hand. It doesn’t seem to work, and his hand starts to get lower and lower.

Matsukawa leans against another counter and watches the muscles in their arms strain, and he can clearly see how purple their fingers have gotten. Hanamaki’s lips look swollen from biting on them, and Iwaizumi’s forehead wrinkles make him look more like an old man than someone who’s concentrating. How long have they been doing this? Whose idea was—

His thoughts stop completely at Hanamaki’s shrill shrieking when Iwaizumi finally slams his poor hand into the table.

“Weak!” Iwaizumi shouts, raising his fists into the air victoriously and rising from his seat. The chair falls backwards against the counter with a loud ‘clunk’.

Hanamaki grunts a little, wiggling his hand to get rid of the pain. “Damn you to hell,” he grits out, cradling his hand.

Finally, damn,” Matsukawa sighs, leisurely pushing himself away from the counter. “Someone won.”

Hanamaki looks at him in disbelief. “Don’t you even care about me and my poor hand!? How am I gonna cook?”

Iwaizumi looks at him with a sympathetic pout. “Aww babe, it’ll be okay.” Matsukawa can clearly see the mischief on his face. He gently grabs Hanamaki’s hand and massages the palm and his fingers. “I’ll help you. I can be the taste tester.”

“Are you kidding me!?” Hanamaki shrieks. He doesn’t pull his hand away from Iwaizumi’s, however.

“I was rooting for Hajime to be honest,” Matsukawa says. “Sorry Hiro.”

“Ha!” Iwaizumi barks.

“Are you shitting me, Issei?!” Hanamaki wails.

“I kinda like your food better, anyway.”

“Oi!” Iwaizumi shouts, completely offended.