• me, watching Ink Master:wow that tattoo is amazing
  • the judges:we hate it, this tattoo is the worst we've seen on the show honestly the lines are wobbly and the design is asymmetrical, the shading is wrong and too dark, this tattoo makes us want to claw our eyes out. your existence disgusts us and basically you, and this tattoo, are both going to hell

I cry every time I watch this, it’s so well done and the song fits perfectly.

  • me before watching grease live:i have little to none faith in this production
  • me during and after watching grease live:👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

Akashi always sat in the front row.

He could make any number of excuses for this practice. They were always the last seats to fill in the lecture hall, for one. He would be able to concentrate better without having to deal with rowdy classmates chattering all around him, for another. But the true reason behind it, the one he wouldn’t dare tell a soul, was the fact that he was completely and utterly enamored with the skittish teaching assistant.

“What the hell is he setting up? Is that a train set? Isn’t this a biology class?”

“Shut up, Takao. Why are you here, anyways? Aren’t you an English major?”

“I’m broadening my horizons, Shin-chan! I want to learn about your world! Be a little more supportive!”

“Both of you, hush,” Akashi commanded, furrowing his brow. He was just as curious about what concept his beloved Furihata would demonstrate using the toy train, but he much preferred not to call any negative attention to himself. Furihata seemed to have a favorable opinion of him thus far, and Akashi wanted to keep it that way.

“O-Okay, I think I’ve got it set up,” Furihata said to the professor. “Let me just check and see if this–”

A loud whirring filled the room, and the brunet let out a surprised yelp as he jumped out of the way. Akashi didn’t have time to see what it was that caused Furihata’s reaction; the next thing he knew, there was an intense pain erupting in his head, and he was sprawled flat across the floor.

“Holy shit, did you see the air that thing got?!”

“Shut up, Takao! Akashi, are you okay? What was Sagittarius ranked in Oha Asa today?”

“Aren’t you supposed to ask how many fingers you’re holding up? You’re the worst doctor ever, Shin-chan!”


Furihata’s lovely-yet-panicked face came into focus as Akashi cracked his eyes open. He could feel his heart beating in his ears as Furihata brushed his bangs back, surveying the damage caused by the rogue train.

“Akashi-kun, can you stand? I-I’ll take you to rest in the office! I’ll call the health center! I’m so sorry about this!”

Sitting in the front row had its dangers, but if it meant Furihata half carrying him down the hallway and fussing over him for the remainder of the hour, it was a risk Akashi would gladly take.