Yuuri despises socializing with people he doesn’t know, but his unconventional family and marriage is one of the hottest gossip topics in town especially among the other mums. One day, he decides to just fuck it all…and sorely regrets it afterwards.
is either sad or satisfied (or both) with what Kirishima endured in
chapter 143, for a reason, but I wanted to add that, just,
Kirishima was so brave and strong in that chapter I’m just…!
I’m really impressed by his genuine devotion
and pure will to
protect FatGum. Fat is a pro hero, he’s handling the fight
somehow but Kirishima has no means to know that; he’s not in
Fat’s head as we are, they don’t communicate, he doesn’t know Fat has
a plan and is stocking all those punches to give Rappa a taste
of his own medicine. All that he can see is that Fat is in real
danger, and even though he’s in pain and terribly scared, even
if he’s been broken when he thought he was finally strong, he won’t allow himself to let Fat endure everything and desperately tries to find something he can do even though the situation is unbalanced and he’s clueless as to what to do because he knows he’s not strong enough. But then, he went anyway.
Tengai thought he was too scared to move and was helpless, and he was, but then Kirishima stepped up, put himself in first line and
protected Fat, holding purely on his will and desperate need to do
something to help and protect him.
find this panel very powerful: he
is unbreakable, he doesn’t crumble and stands right on his feet.
He clenched his teeth and faced all those punches, and even went and
tried to give a punch back against that terribly powerful villain,
almost landing a hit, if not for Tengai’s barrier.
just… Kirishima is just incredibly amazing and brave. He truly was heroic. He wasn’t
suddenly not scared or didn’t powered up; he took his fears and
doubts, and decided, with so little that he had to present, to face adversity and Go
Me: *goes up to Jensen and Misha feeling her heart beating all the way up in her throat*
Jensen & Misha: *smiling* “Hiiiii!”
Me: *smiles and stumbles over her own words*
Me: “I’m sorry, I know its not pie, but it’s the closest I could find. so I was wondering what would Dean’s and Castiel’s reaction be to seeing this monster donut.”
Lol, I have no idea what Misha as Cas is doing. Feeling for a heartbeat? Looking for molecules? Giving the donut a blessing? :’) One will never know… Some friends and I were reminded of something else as well, but that I won’t mention right now… :‘P
In which Draco sits on the couch and Harry walks past him and Draco’s head snaps up, because he *knows* that scent. And Draco gets so P I S S E D because, “Potter! Do you have any idea how expensive that shampoo is! It’s custom-made! And here you are, wasting it on that untamable mop of yours!” Also, there’s this other minor detail. Of course, Draco couldn’t care less about it, but… now Potter doesn’t smell like Potter anymore and… wait, did he just say that out loud? Well shit!
After that, Draco gets flustered on a daily basis.
“Potter, why are you standing so close to me? We’re doing the dishes, there’s no need for your arm to touch mine.”
“Potter, if you want to read the paper, wait your turn, don’t read it over my shoulder.”
“Potter, stay on your side of the couch!”
Of course, Harry doesn’t. And eventually, Draco stops complaining. Well, he doesn’t exactly stop complaining…
“Potter, my skin is all chafed because of your stubble.”
Thought I’d start off @vldangstweek with something that turns from angsty to fluffy, just because, based on the rest of this weeks prompts, it’s gonna get waaayyyy angstier (knowing me, anyway). Everything will be tagged with vldangstweek and any of my usual angst tags (angst, langst, klangst, etc)
Let my children go home, they’re stressed and tired (under a cut for length).
“Come on Lance, one more time! You
need to defeat this gladiator before I can allow anyone to go to dinner!”
Allura shouted down from the observation deck.
The quiet groans of his teammates
filled his head and Lance winced, stepping back to stand his ground against the
bot attacking him. His vision wavered over his helmet and his fingers trembled
against his bayard, unable to form it because of the close range combat style.
He grunted, rolling as the bot dove for him, sweeping it’s legs out from under
it and sending it to the ground. Briefly, he heard Hunk’s cheer of
encouragement in his comms, and then the bot was back up again, charging at
Lance sighed, side stepping the bot
and pressing his shaking hands to his head, trying to stop the swimming feeling
in his brain, the burn at the back of his throat and eyes, the tightness in his
chest. He took a hit, hard, and fell backwards onto his ass, teeth clacking
“Dude, seriously, we’re starving!”
Pidge called out. “You need to beat this!”
Lance took a shaky breath, shooting
a glare at the deck. “You want me to beat it? Fine. I’ll beat it.”
Before the bot could get any
closer, Lance whipped out his bayard, transforming it in the process and
ignoring Allura’s shouts of this being a hand to hand fight. Within seconds,
the bot was in a smoking heap on the floor and Lance was shaking, sweat curling
down his forehead. Allura stormed out of the observation deck and onto the main
floor, eyebrows furrowed. “That was not the
assignment, Lance. You’ll have to do it again.”
Lance ripped off his helmet and
chucked it to the ground. When he looked up, Allura took a step back at the
ferocity in his face, the tears in his eyes. “I said, no. I’m not doing this bull shit anymore. They’re
not either,” he snapped, pointing towards the deck. “You don’t get to treat us
this way, we’re the only reason
you’re not dead or still in those
stupid pods. You called us family, Allura.”
His voice broke and his lip
quivered as he stumbled back, shaking his head. “You don’t get to treat family
like this. Not when we’re doing all of this for you.”
He swallowed and spun on his heel,
storming from the room. Allura hesitated, glancing back at the deck only to
find the rest of the paladins and Coran standing behind her. She studied the
group, noted the lines on their faces and the bags under their eyes, and
frowned. “Do you all agree with him?”
They remained silent for a moment,
glancing at each other. Hunk spoke up first, his voice gentle. “Yeah. I do, at
“Me too,” Pidge piped up, staring
at the floor and fiddling with her bayard.
Keith nodded silently, rubbing a
hand up and down one arm and looking off to the side. Hunk huffed. “Allura,
we…I would say we’re homesick, but I don’t know if that covers all of us.”
“We’re Earth sick,” Keith offered.
Shiro spoke for the first time.
“Lance has the most family to miss out of the five of us.”
“And honestly?” Hunk muttered. “You
yelling all the time, you pushing him, and us, all the time? No breaks, no
relaxation time at all? I’m amazed he
didn’t snap before this.”
Allura swallowed. “I’m…”
“It’s okay,” Hunk promised. “We
understand, you want to stop the Galra, stop Zarkon.”
“But you have to remember that
we’re all volunteering to do this,” Pidge said, fidgeting from foot to foot.
“There’s nothing keeping anyone here other than empathy. Don’t give Lance a
reason to stop caring, or he will leave.”
Allura bit her lip and glanced over
her shoulder. “I should go-”
“No,” Keith said firmly, stepping
forwards and resting a hand on Allura’s arm. “We got this. You two go get
She and Coran studied the paladins
for a moment before nodding in agreement and leaving the training deck.