Updates to the Engeki Haikyuu Exhibition, now featuring Winners and Losers costumes!
The dresse are the costumes worn by Takato and Shouri as Seijoh fangirls, Oikawa’s conductor’s suit has a surprising amount of detail (for being a tearaway suit), and Kageyama TOBIUO’s flying fish suit!
What would happen if Lance died and the rest of the team goes back to Earth to tell his family, like
-They all had a vague sense that his family was large, but w h a t (Hunk definitely already knew but he’s too sad to be telling the team these things because Lance should be doing it)
-His family already thought he was dead/missing, and the team now has to explain, no, he wasn’t dead, he was saving the universe
-Everyone is crying now
-The team feels especially bad now, because they were all worried about themselves, but none of them has ever heard Lance talking about missing his family besides Coran
-Now Coran feels bad that he never further helped Lance with this problem
-Pidge is mad at herself for always talking about her family and not thinking about how Lance had a family too
-Hunk is now realising that he had been shoving Lance away right when Lance really needed him
-Keith has hardly ever met people like this . They are telling them that Lance is dead and yet they’re still joking like Lance would and Keith can’t handle it??
-Shiro hears from Lance’s family how he was Lance’s hero and he already kind of knew, but “oh wow, I treated this kid horribly when he was just trying to impress me I am a horrible leader”
-Allura regrets pushing Lance so hard. She once nearly drove everyone into a star once just to go a home she knew was already long since destroyed, but Lance never tried to leave? And yet she still yelled at him. He honestly had more to return to than she did, but she never even considered it
(Wow, I love langst. And wow, I am bad at getting ideas down. This sounded better in my head)
I was wondering if you could do one where Bucky and the reader been dating, but Nat refuses to believe he loves her and makes a move on Bucky, the reader sees, but runs away before she sees Bucky pushing Nat off, the reader then leaves the tower with a note for Bucky telling him, but Bucky using his skills tracks her down, with lots of fluff at the end where he explains and tell reader how much he loves her.”
Warnings: The Avengers are a bunch of mean girls, just saying. Also I think I should mention it here, Nat is not nice in this one. Angst, fluff.
A/N: This request was by the darling @melconnor2007 I hope I did you request justice. I freaking loved writing this one and it could’ve been muuch longer. Haha. Hope you love it, darling!
Being part of the Avengers wasn’t always as glorious as people made it out to be. They were an established group, new members often chosen by themselves and outsiders weren’t as welcome as one might think they would be.
Nick Fury had chosen you for the Avengers. Being a former M16 agent, Fury had thought you to be a great addition to the Avengers and you had been ecstatic when he had come to you with the offer. You hadn’t even hesitated with saying yes and within a week you had moved into the Avengers facility and joined the team on missions.
Your dream of being an Avenger was quickly tarnished as you learned that you didn’t fit the team at all. It wasn’t that you couldn’t do your job properly, that you did, better than most of the team members, but there was just something that didn’t work out.
You weren’t always invited when the team went out, you weren’t always informed of all missions and more often than not, you found yourself feeling like a third wheel to the entire group.
It wasn’t that the team wasn’t nice, they were, you could speak to a lot of them, but they seemed more like acquaintances than friends and it made you feel left out. You knew they had been through a lot as a group, but it could often also seem like you were back in high school and you couldn’t sit with the popular kids no matter how hard you tried to impress them. So truth was, you had stopped trying.
i was thinking about how the team was acting rly sentimental right before they all left to go on their separate missions in ep 9 and i was wondering why that was a Thing before i realized that this was the first time since meeting each other that they had gone their separate ways without being forced apart by external forces.
ive been pretty salty abt the way the wormhole incident was set up to this big, hyped up thing by being the cliffhanger of s1, yet ended up getting resolved in 2 episodes and never brought up again. but now i realize that this whole scene with them hugging & saying goodbye to one another was meant to convey that none of them had really let go of that event, despite the fact that they didnt have the time to properly deal with the aftermath of what happened because theyre, yknow. fighting a war.
Anon prompt: “ Hi! Can ask for a fic where jug finds the reader crying because the football team are jerks? Something just really fluffy??”
A/N: Football team are assholes :-(
You escaped to the safety of the Blue and Gold classroom,thankful that nobody would be there for at least a few hours; Betty had River Vixen’s practice and Jughead was off doing something else with Archie.
You slip into the space between the wall and cabinet, nobody would see you if they entered the classroom, so you were safe there. You tried your best to stop yourself from crying, but it was near impossible. The tear stained your cheeks and dropped off your face and on to your clothes.
You cried silently, not wanting to risk someone hearing you, and coming in to find you crying. The moments just before replaying in your head made you cry harder.
You were drawing silently by yourself on the bleachers, it was a nice day and you wanted to spend it outside during your free period to get some art done before your next class. The football boys had spotted you and decided you would be the new butt of their joke. They joined you on the bleachers, surrounding you; you did your best to ignore them, you weren’t in any mood to deal with their crap.
Moose got your attention, by grabbing your art book out of your hands and looking at it, you stood up quickly, demanding he give it back to you. The drawing was of your mother, she was in the hospital, she’d been sick for a while and you wanted to draw something nice for her. It had taken you almost a week and you weren’t even halfway finished yet.
Moose laughed and asked what you were going to do in order to get it back, you shoved him and in return, he tossed your art book to Reggie, who tossed it to Chuck. They were playing piggy in the middle, you were begging them to give it back to you; asking them nicely.
“You want it?” Reggie had asked. “Here.” He tossed it, it flew over your head and landed in a muddy patch by the bleachers; the boys laughed and left you there, you rushed down to get your art book, you picked it up; almost all of the picture had been covered completely in mud. What were you going to do now?
You shut the book, tucked it in your back and had rushed off to find somewhere safe.
You cried harder at the thought, what were you going to do now? There was no chance you’d be able to get another picture done in time for your mother’s birthday. You heard the click of a door handle, someone was coming in and you tucked your knees closer to your chest, stifling your sob. One slipped out however and the person made them self known.
‘Whose there?” It was Jughead. You heard the thud of his bag hitting the desk and he walked around the room. “Hello?”
You sniff, figuring that there was no point in hiding. “Jughead, it’s Y/N.”
He follows your voice, squatting down and asks if you’re okay. You tell him what happened, explaining what was going on with your mum and why your art meant so much to you. He sits with you, resting his arms on his legs.
“The football teams are a bunch of assholes.” He sighs, “Dim witted assholes.”
You rub your eyes, Jughead offers you his bottle of water, “Drink this, crying dehydrates you.” He hands you the bottle and you sip it, thanking him.
“Don’t cry over them, they really don’t deserve your tears, Y/N.”
“I know,” You murmur. “The drawing just took so long to do.”
“I wish I could help you to make it better, mud ruins a lot of things.”
You nod in acceptance, coming to terms with the fact that your art is ruined, you wipe a stray tear away. It hurt that the football team loved to prey on the weak but there really wasn’t anything you could do to take back what they had done to your art work. Jughead reaches into his back, producing a lollipop and handing it to you. You take it, smiling at him.
“It’s from my emergency stash, I go there when I’m sad.”
You unwrap it, slipping it into your mouth. It’s strawberry, it’s oddly calming and you thank him. Out of everyone at school, Jughead is slowly becoming your favourite
this is really funny to me because 1. lionel wasnt that far back in the actual scene 2. if he was root would have ended up on the floor after shaw pushed her 3. the fucking height difference as shown by the boxes 4. john
“They took their time sending it over,” Aoko’s father says when she returns to division two. She, Hakuba and Ran had left for lunch after Ran’s stomach had started to growl, and after deciding on tempura, they’d left the busy police station behind. “But here are the reports from solitary. I printed copies for you.”
Her father doesn’t hand them to her, but rather to Hakuba and while it irritates Aoko that he’s trusting the teenager who dragged Kaito away over her, she doesn’t say anything.
Maybe because she knows it useless. It’s not like her father thinks she can find KID - she’d not known even when she’d been standing next to him.
Okay so I’m overtired and sad right now so Langst. Sorry if this seems all over the place(it is) but it’s like 2:18AM and I am so tired so
-Lance likes to draw, he’s not really the best but it’s pretty decent to him
-He’s actually really good, just too hard on himself to admit it
-Lance doesn’t keep a journal, more of a notebook honestly
-It has dates and sometimes he’ll write about stuff but it’s mostly filled with drawings
-You can tell when he gets more depressed because the drawings always seem to be of himself
-They vary, each picture of himself
-Though one seems to be the same in a lot of them
-It’s his face but what appears to be a price of paper over it saying “Phoney” or “Fake” or “Liar”
-When all of the Voltron stuff started to happen, he had kept his notebook on him
-It was tucked in under his shirt as he felt he’d probably be inspired to draw something nice after sneaking out
-So he still has that notebook(It has 500 pages) and uses it from time to time
-It’s hidden in his room but sometimes he’ll take it with him
-The pictures show more and more of his depressed state
-He’s also been writing more than usual, but of his family and describing beaches and the water
-He takes it with him one night to the observatory deck
-Besides drawing the nearest planet, he draws a picture of himself drowning
-He didn’t expect to fall asleep there
-Hunk ends up finding him there sleeping and decides to carry him back to his room
-When Lance wakes up the next day he freaks out because what if someone had seen his notebook?
-He feels like they’ll get worried and he doesn’t want to worry anyone(him drawing himself like that helps him with his self loathing)
-Except that small part of him hopes they do worry because he’s falling apart
-Because he feels so disconnected to everyone
-And he feels so alone
-But no ones has seen his notebook and he’s torn between feeling relieved and disappointed
-His next drawing is of the team
-But Lance isn’t in the picture at all
-The lines are blurry in a few places
-But Lance definitely didn’t cry drawing this one because he wasn’t thinking of how unneeded he was
-No he didn’t cry because maybe the team was better off without him
-And maybe he’s just there because he’s the only one who can pilot blue
-Who could probably be replaced?
-His self doubt doesn’t get worse e tells himself as he starts drawing another picture
-It’s of himself but over his eyes there’s a word that’s capitalized, “LIAR”
-He hates that he can’t talk to the team about any of this
-He hates that he never told Hunk about how he feels
-He hates how he feels when he’s alone and the fact that his notebook is almost all used up
-He hates himself for lying to everyone by telling them he’s okay
-But he’s not
-No he usually says he is but he doubts they’d care
-He knows they’ll care but he doesn’t want them too
-He hates how his minds works
-All this hate is projected onto himself and down the spiral he goes
-He draws and writes to help but it doesn’t do much
Fact: there is nothing like being a JPDer ❤️ Story : Madi injuries her calf on stage during her last group dance . Hopped of the stage in the middle of the dance . We all knew there was no way she could compete her solo later that night . Kenzi not able to financially do a solo this season stepped in . Madi gave her best friend a gift of dance - crying cuz she knew she couldn’t dance but smiling as she knew Kenzi would be In Heaven getting to do a solo for a night . Kenzi learned madi’s solo at chilli’s and performed it a few hours later with all her teammates in the wings cheering her on . As she walked off crying because she was so happy to get to dance - her whole team held each other and cried ! Our girls are truly one team and one family ! What amazing girls they all are ❤️❤️#werus