getting sushi

“We would die for you Noctis!!! Even… If that meant dying during the first battle.. oops.” 

Randomly wanted to draw @zenshousewife, @motherish, and me wearing Gladio, Prompto’s, and Ignis’ clothes while saying we’d protect Noctis lmaoo Noctis isn’t super tall, but considering all our heights, we’d probably be pretty tiny standing next to him…

Being home for break means smoking weed in my basement. I feel like a shitty 17 year old again

Anonymous: I just want some angsty lams and some John brushing Alex’s hair comfortingly pretty please? I don’t care what kind of angst at all, but I really want hair brushing and you write lams so well. Please and thank you! You are awesome! Love ya! ❤ 

You got it, bby! ;) I hope you and the rest of the kiddos enjoy this fic! Thank you to my wonderful friend Binna @ciceroniantrash for angsting with me as I wrote this! (Also, pssst @chickensauras! This is the fic I’d started last night! ^.^) <333

“Alexaaaander?” John singsonged as he walked into their dorm room. He looked over at Alex’s bed and smiled at the lump huddled up under the covers.

John walked over to Alex and gently tapped him where he thought his shoulder was. “Hey, babe, I’m back. Wanna get sushi?”

The lump did not move. John tapped Alex again. Still no response.

“Alex?” he said slowly, as if not wanting to startle his boyfriend.

Nothing.

“I’m pulling the blanket back now,” John said. He took the cover in his hands and cautiously pulled it back.

Alex was curled up in a tiny ball under it, eyes open, staring at the wall, though John could tell Alex couldn’t really see anything.

“Oh, babe,” John said softly.

As he studied his boyfriend more and more, he realized that Alex was in a fresh shirt, but still had his pajama bottoms on, likely meaning he’d tried to get dressed and go to class before crawling back in bed. John’s heart sunk at the thought. Alex’s class started at 9:30. It was past 12:30 now. He absolutely hated the thought of his boyfriend being alone and in pain for that long.

He climbed up onto the bed with Alex and moved the boy’s head into his lap. He ran his fingers through Alexander’s dark locks, hoping the gentle touch would slowly bring him back from wherever he’d gone.

Alexander slowly tilted his head up toward John and blinked his eyes a few times. John smiled down at him, trying his best to hide the worry he knew was written all across his freckled face.

“Hey,” John said softly. “You okay?”

Alex stared at him for a moment longer before shaking his head no. John felt his heart leap into his throat.

Alex is never this forward. He tried to see the positive side, that at least Alex was being honest with him, but he had a feeling it was more like Alex is tired of hiding how he really feels from him.

“That’s okay,” John said soothingly. “That’s completely fine. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Alex stared up at him, expression unchanging, as if the words were taking longer than usual to make sense to him. John recalled Alex explaining how it felt sometimes, a few months ago, around three am during finals week, when he’d been awake for two days straight and drank more coffee than should be legal.

“It’s like… like a huge cloud,” he’d said, spreading his arms as far as they’d go. “And, and it just descends upon me and stuffs itself into my head, which I know is big, but it’s not that big.” He winked at John. “And it makes it hard to think, because imagine having a cloud in your head, John. Imagine.”

“Um, yeah…” John had said, not wanting to reveal how uncertain, how confused, he was in the moment.

“I can use another metaphor. I can make literally a million, probably.”

“That’s okay, babe, the cloud is good,” John assured him. “So it’s hard to think?”

“Oh, yeah, hella. Thankfully it doesn’t get too extreme very often, but when it does…” Alex raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend.

“What happens?” John asked, almost not wanting to hear the answer, but knowing he needed to because what if if happened again and Alex needed him.

“When it gets really bad, which has happened…” Alex paused and looked up at the ceiling as if it held the answer he was searching for. “It’s happened twice. Once when my mother died, but I guess I had to snap out of it pretty quick because I got put into the system and all that.”

John wanted to tell Alex that depression wasn’t something he could just snap out of, but he also didn’t want to interrupt Alexander. He filed it away to bring up later, maybe after Alex got some sleep and drank a normal (for him) amount of coffee.

“And the second time was during our senior year of high school.”

John felt his heart drop. Senior year. They’d been best friends for two years by that point. Why hadn’t he known?

“It was… remember when I was out sick for a week? With the flu?”

John thought for a moment, then recalled Lafayette lugging home Alex’s books and assignments, asking John and Herc and Eliza for homework from classes they had with Alex.

“Yeah,” John said slowly, not sure he liked the direction this was going in.

“Well, it, uh, wasn’t the flu.”

John felt like someone had slapped him. He’d failed at being there for Alex. He’d completely and utterly failed.

Alex must have been able to sense how John was feeling because he quickly tried to reassure him. “John, babe, oh my god. Please don’t feel bad? Even Laf didn’t fully know what was going on. I wouldn’t let him near me for very long, and with all the tissues strewn across the bed, well, he thought it was the flu, too, until a few weeks later I told him.”

“I… I just feel horrible that I didn’t notice.”

“But I hid it. On purpose,” Alex stressed. “I was, well, kinda ashamed? I don’t know, I just didn’t want you to think that I was weak or weird.”

“I would never,” John said quickly.

“I know, but I was… it was an irrational fear,” Alex said. “And obviously I got over it.”

John had to smile at that. Yes, John thought. Clearly he has.

But now John was sitting with Alex on his dorm bed, trying to keep himself from panicking because his boyfriend is not okay, very not okay, and he doesn’t know what to do.

He tried to recall what Alex said about the cloud, about what helped, but it’d been like he himself didn’t really know what would be helpful, since it had happened so few times.

Think, think, John commanded himself. What helps Alex normally?

John quickly went through the list of things that typically comforted his boyfriend when he was depressed. There was peppermint tea, funny YouTube videos, and fuzzy blankets. Seeing as Alex was pretty unresponsive at the moment, John doubted that he could get him to drink tea, and felt that Alex wouldn’t be able to watch a video, but the blankets were doable.

“Babe, I’ll be right back,” he said, hoping Alex heard him. He gently shifted his boyfriend off of his lap and walked across the small room to his bed, where there were two folded blankets, then he opened up Alex’s closet, where they kept an especially fuzzy blanket that Martha had sent to him earlier that year when he had a bad cold.

John tossed the blankets on the bed and then grabbed his two pillows and stuffed turtle and threw them into the pile. He set about making a cozy, comfy nest of pillows, shifting Alex into the center with blankets draped around him.

John was about to climb onto the bed when he noticed Alex’s hair brush was near the foot of his bed, teetering, about to tumble to the floor. He must have meant to brush his hair, John thought.

Hair! John thought excitedly. He loves to have his hair played with.

He grabbed the brush and climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself behind Alex, who had kind of slumped over in John’s absence.

“Hey, babe,” John said softly as he sat his boyfriend back up, the unseeing look still in his eyes.

The cloud descends upon me. Alex’s voice echoed in John’s mind.

“I’m gonna brush your hair now. Does that sound good?” He didn’t expect Alex to reply, so when he didn’t, he wasn’t shocked.

He simply took Alex’s curls, which he hadn’t even bothered to put into his signature ponytail, and first ran a gentle hand through them. Then he began to brush his boyfriend’s hair, starting at the bottom, recalling his sister, Mary Eleanor, instructing him to do so when he’d used to help her brush her hair before school.

He paid each section of Alex’s hair special attention, humming a French song he knew Alex loved as he did so. Slowly, he felt Alex sitting up more on his own. He felt his head resist the tug of the brush when John accidentally hit a snarl.

John tried not to get too excited or too hopeful, but he couldn’t help the miniscule smile that found its way onto his face.

He simply kept brushing Alex’s hair, the only sounds in the room his humming and the brush smoothing out Alex’s black locks.

When he finished, Alex’s hair was a bit frizzy, but incredibly soft. John recalled Alex telling him once that he loved to have his hair braided, especially in two braids. He may have been slightly drunk at the time, but John knew Alex just opened up more when he was drunk; he never lied.

John pulled his own hair out of the bun he’d haphazardly thrown it into that morning before class and grabbed his boyfriend’s wrist, where he knew another hair tie would be waiting. He gently pulled it off, then braided Alex’s hair.

When he was done, he ran his hand over both of Alex’s braids. “So pretty,” John whispered.

He wrapped his arms around Alex from behind, pulling him close. He nearly gasped when Alex’s hands reached up and wiggled their way into his own.

“Thank you,” Alex hoarsely whispered.

“Anything for you,” John said, trying his best not to let the tears of relief that had gathered in his eyes fall.

Alex settled back against him, his head on John’s shoulders. He shut his eyes, and John tugged the blankets up over them more, then leaned back into the nest of pillows.

He kissed Alex on the crown of his head. “Anything for you,” he whispered. “Anything.”

Either you’re with me or you’re not. There’s no ‘only after 10pm if I’m bored enough’ option. If you’re sleeping with me, you’re getting fried sushi with me in the middle of the afternoon on a Saturday, whenever I want. That’s how it works, you’re all in or you’re not there at all. No maybes, half ways, or sometimes. And it can come crashing down in 2 weeks and that’s fine but for those 2 weeks, you’re mine.

some things people should consider incorporating into mchanzo fic, from someone who grew up in a family where japanese & american culture often clashed:

•hanzo going over to mccree’s place, maybe to meet his family or something. everyone is wearing their shoes inside the house. why the fuck is everyone wearing their shoes inside the house? disgusting

•hanzo going to america and wanting to eat as MUCH steak as possible whenever possible. mccree suggests getting some sushi but hanzo vetoes the idea. he orders steak no matter where he goes, even for breakfast. (beef is super cheap in america compared to japan because we have such a large supply of it here. when my dad’s old buddies from japan visit, they literally always request steak, without exception)

•Americans talk waaay too loudly for hanzo and socializing for long periods of time gives him a headache. they’re mostly friendly, just really loud. and way too touchy-feely. like no, hugging is not an acceptable form of greeting.

•green tea packets are everywhere–hanzo drinks green tea all the time. when he travels places overnight, he takes his tea brewing equipment with him, even to hotels. he refuses to purchase bottled tea; he has to make it himself, or he doesn’t trust it.

•idk if this is true across the board, but the japanese side of my family always refuses to kill household pests. they always catch & release things instead of killing them: spiders, moths, bees, even ants. hanzo is the same way. he gets super angry when mccree squishes an ant, and at first he thinks he’s joking, but he is dead fucking pissed that mccree killed that ant

•natto spread over toast for breakfast. hanzo thinks this is a normal staple meal for people across the globe until he makes it for mccree, who pretends to like it but is actually repulsed. (natto is made of fermented soybeans, smells terrible, but tastes pretty okay if you grow up eating it. it’s definitely an acquired taste)

•a lot of japanese candies have wrappers made of rice paper, so they’re edible. mccree is astonished when hanzo eats a butterscotch candy, plastic wrapping and all, and starts to choke. also, fish flavored candy is pretty common there, much to mccree’s horror. and don’t even get him started on the jumbo 12-inch shrimp flavored crackers hanzo likes so much

•japanese portion sizes are really small compared to american ones. my obasan used to scold me because I would always have 3 or 4 helpings of the food she cooked. hanzo probably scolds mccree too, and has to start cooking more food on the regular because his bf eats so damn much.

•soooo many japanese superstitions. mccree sticks his chopsticks vertically into his rice, only to be lectured by hanzo for inviting the gods of death into his house. hanzo gets shat on by a bird and is surprisingly chill about it because, hey, it’s good luck. another time, hanzo insists mccree shifts his bed around so his head isn’t facing north, just to be safe.

•hanzo always drinks hot water instead of cold water, probably to simulate the experience of drinking green tea when he has no green tea to drink

•hanzo has pictures/statues of buddha all over the place, despite having grown up practicing shinto (this is something my dad does, the only explanation I can think of is that it’s like the japanese version of elf on the shelf. buddha is always watching, so don’t misbehave. mccree catches on and always turns the buddha figures around before engaging in sexy times w/ his bf)

•shamisen music is the only acceptable music. absolutely no country music is allowed

•hanzo is horrified to learn that mccree doesn’t even own a rice cooker. how does he not not own a rice cooker? what does he eat, does he just starve? he doesn’t even have the little frozen rice squares in his freezer. pathetic

Episode 8 of Yuri on ice take away

SASSY SOUTH KOREAN BABY HAS RUINED MY LIFE

Idk i guess incest from my beautiful italian babbu mickey

Sassy south korean baby is also a sexual parrot and i think thats beautiful

Jean-Jacques Leroy makes me a proud canadian with his sassy “lady’s first” remark

“"Out of my way, pig”“ uM YuRIo mind yo manners child

(hes so sassy and angsty and i think i love him)

THE FUCKIN CAT EARS

Yurio got suuper jealous when victor kissed yuris skate

VICTOR KISSED YURIS SKATE UM (gay)

Seung gil lee’s animal plush that people throw onto the ice is a fucking dog wolf thing and thats presh

Yuri gets plushy sushi and thATS SO PURE

WHEN YURI GRABBED VICTORS TIE AND THEY DID A ZOOM OF THE LIPS I MEAN COME ON THAT SHITS GAY

Yurios grandfather couldnt make it to the preformance and i cried for like 10 minutes because he got so shook

Yuri and victor supporting yurio™

Yurio was a beautiful but he reminds me of the pumpkin king from nightmare before christmas

JJ is so sassy and i just love him and his little purple outfit.

JJ has a tattoo and i love that because its a maple leaf i mean COME ON

Booty™

JJ’S TRAMP STAMP

IF THE DOG DIES WE RIOT YOU HEAR ME

>:(

It is TIME TO ADULT

I DON’T WISH TO ADULT TODAY

I AM HUNGRY AND HAD CARBS YESTERDAY FOR VALENTINE’S DAY ‘CHEAT DAY’ AND NOW I ONLY WANT CARBS

CARBS FOREVER

I ALSO HAVE A COMPLETELY THRASHED APARTMENT TO CLEAN

LOOK AT THIS SHIT

UGH

BUT MY FRIEND GAVE ME A STERN LOOK AND SAID EAT THE HEALTHY THING AND DO THE THINGS SO YOU FEEL GOOD ABOUT YOURSELF AND HAVE ENERGy TO MAKE THE APARTMENT BE CLEAN

SO I AM MAKING THE THINGS

WOOSH KETO MAGIC

THEY WILL BAKE AND I WILL EAT THEM. >:(

UPDATES TO COME.