That moment when you could throw down with the Dread wolf and not even sweat
like. did solas have to pretend to be crap at magic for a while. like, comparatively crap.
because if he whipped out godmode magic in the Hinterlands, i’d have personally called shenanigans.
so obviously you know he purposely fucked up like, a winters grasp on a goat or something like “oh no. how have i, solas, a regular elven apostate in this the Age Of Dragons, failed so. oh dear” the rest of the team is just like “you are an over-dramatic fuck” and he’s just internally like ‘yes i am, but i have fooooled you’
If Keith is a Real Southerner™ he would have sweet iced tea. All Southerners know that to be a real, true Southerner, sweet iced tea is a constant. And ??? where tf is it ??? nonexistent. just like Keith’s Southernership
Actor AU in which Come and get lost with us is the tv show Suga stars in, the media finds Daisuga the hottest topic, and his boyfriend Oikawa is Not Amused.
a tangle of limbs and blankets, and Oikawa has his face buried
against Suga’s warm skin. The silence in their bedroom, only
breathing and heartbeats and the room half in darkness thanks to the
closed blinds makes it easier for Oikawa to say things which he keeps
to himself, most of the time. Bottled up under layers and layers and
layers of bravado.
don’t you ever properly deny being with Daichi?”
voice is quiet, and he tries to make it sound like it doesn’t matter,
but they’re so close he can feel his eyelashes flutter against Suga’s
skin, his lips move against it, and after six years, Suga knows. Of
course he knows that it means something.
shifts, or tries to shift so he can see Oikawa’s face, but Oikawa
stubbornly clings to him, heart starting to race because he can’t
look at Suga’s face right now, this is why he brought it up while
they were like this. So close it felt like nothing could come between
them, not even the fact that half the population wanted Suga to
smooch the co-star in his damn TV show.
holds him a little bit more tightly, and Oikawa hates that he knows
how much it means exactly, how soft his voice is.
know we’re just best friends joking around, right?”
kisses the crown of his head and Oikawa closes his eyes and stays
like this, frozen in time a little. He regrets bringing this up so
much, he knows all this, Suga told him a hundred times. But, part of
him wonders. Part of him is scared. Their schedules never allow them
to see each other as much as they want to. Meanwhile, fucking Daichi
and Suga hang out all the time, have interview sessions and time
behind the set together, go out to eat ice cream or do stuff the
press immediately declares romantic dates.
love. You’re the one for me. Tooru, look at me.”
It’s not easy to get the jump on Frank, one of the benefits of his particular brand of hyper vigilance crossed with paranoia. But he’s still human and still perfectly susceptible to getting knocked out. In this case, he’d pushed himself too far, run afoul more men than he’d been able to efficiently take out, and was now paying the price.
The price being strung up on a pulley system in the middle of a garage. His arms are already burning from the way they’ve tied him, and the rest of him is not faring much better. A cursory once over tells him he’s got broken ribs, one oozing gunshot wound in his upper arm, and countless minor injuries. He’s been spitting blood since he woke up, and while he can’t exactly say what’s wrong with his leg, something tells him it’s gonna be sore for a long while.
If he, you know, lives through this.
Currently, the half dozen pieces of shit that are still alive are conferring in the office across the way, peering at him through the glass and muttering. One of them has his vest, skull white and clear even from this distance. He’s pretty sure they want to sell the damn thing– which puts into his head exactly why they haven’t killed him yet.
Frank wonders how long he has until they find a highest bidder for his head.