i know this is awful i'm sorry

When matt and pidge reunite, pidge runs to her brother with open arms expecting the tearful hug she’d been imagining. But instead matt flinches away and takes a few steps back with fear in his eyes. Pidge’s eyes fill with tears as she freezes, staring at him with mixed shock and devastation.
While in the galra prison matt was subjected to mental torture to keep him from fighting back. What he was shown was his little sister being hurt and killed by his hands over, and over, and over. So he can’t think of coming near her, if this is really her.
It takes time, matt sitting on one side of the room and pidge on the other just having little talks, trying to get matt comfortable. Weeks pass and eventually matt looks up when she walks in and opens his arms, pidge hesitantly walks over to him and they collapse into each others arms, falling to the floor. Pidge is sobbing and matt is shaking, gently running his hand over her hair, finally realizing he has his sister back and he will never going to let her go again.

Ignis: Noct, how much do you love me?

Noctis: I would die for you

Noctis: I would never let you go

Noctis: I would do anything for you

Ignis: Can you eat your vegetables for me?

Noctis: Let’s not exaggerate

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He woke tho

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@acindra Heere they are! Haha, get it? Heere…? //shot

Choosing color placement for this one was hard :0 But it was fun!
I also added in the colored version too °˖ ✧◝( ❛ ヮ ❛ )◜✧˖ ° 

Send me a character/pairing and a palette!

My life feels like a badly written fan fiction with a good plot: it’s so awful and full of mistakes that I just don’t wanna go on, but I do want to know what happens next and how it ends.
—  Thoughts I’ll never speak out loud.

do you ever think about how the night neil was taken was just a regular night and then suddenly it just wasn’t?

like the foxes kicked ass on court.  and to quote, following the game, “neil could practically feel the excitement radiating off [dan].” i mean they’re crushing it, they haven’t lost a game yet, the entire team’s probably waiting on liquor and sleep.  it’s an amazing, wonderful night.  i mean, shit, “thank you, you were amazing” followed by allison sending a significant look to matt?  she’s probably running through her head how much she’s about to win over bets.

but then the riot starts. there’s bottles thrown and then punches, and andrew’s getting an elbow to the face, and renee’s defending allison, and neil-

neil’s gone.

and then you’ve got everything flipping on its head.  like what do you think the foxes were thinking?  as andrew was choking out kevin, what are the chances matt was thinking about all the times neil avoided telling obvious truths?  as aaron was being bandaged up, do you think nicky was thinking about neil’s collection of languages?  do you think allison was giving a whole new connotation to “you were amazing” as they sat in the hotel room and waited to know if they’d be going back to PSU short one fox?  was abby thinking back to skin marred with scars she can’t even begin do describe the awfulness of?

they went from riding the high of another won game to crashing at the idea that they were never going to see neil josten again

Guys.  Halloween on the Tempest.

Sara Ryder: Okay listen up my peeps–

Jaal: My what?

Sara: –I’ve got everybody’s Halloween costumes assigned, let’s go over them now so we can pick them up on the Nexus next chance we get.

Jaal:  Our what?

Sara:  We’re all going as members of Commander Shepard’s crew–

Scott Ryder:  SWEET!  I CALL DIBS ON SHEPARD!

Sara:  NO CHANCE LINTWAD, I’M SHEPARD.

Scott:  What?!  Why?!

Sara:  Pathfinder.  Suck it.  Vetra, you’re Garrus Vakarian.

Vetra:  Why?  Because I’m a turian?

Sara:  Ummm…yes?

Vetra:  That’s racist.

PeeBee:  I REFUSE TO BE LIARA T’SONI.

Sara:  But–

Drack, Lexi:  I call dibs on Liara T’soni.

Lexi:  [Pulls out syringe]  I can think of four good reasons why you’re going to let me have this one, Drack.

Liam:  Does this mean I can be Urdnot Wrex?

Scott:  Aw, man!  I want to be Wrex!  Can’t you go as Jacob Taylor?

Liam:  That’s racist.

Cora:  I thought you wanted to be Shepard?

Scott:  Wrex is next best thing.

Jaal:  What?

Sara:  Oh, Cora!  You’re Miranda Lawson.

Scott:  Oh reaaaaaally.  ;D

Cora:  No.

Scott:  Aw…

Kallo:  Can I go as Engineer Adams?

Sara:  Engineer Adams?  Seriously, Kallo?

Gil:  Yeah, Kallo!  I’m going as Engineer Adams!

Sara: What?

Kallo:  Over.  My.  Dead.  Body.

Gil:  FINE BY ME!

Suvi:  Could I go as Dr. Mordin Solus?

SAM:  I will go as EDI, Pathfinder.

Sara:  Okay, FINE.  Everyone can just go as WHOEVER THEY WANT.  Happy?! 

Jaal:  …Sara?

Sara:  Yes, Jaal.  What.

Jaal:  What’s a Halloween?

On June 10th, Hajime wakes to a warm weight on his chest, and to a familiar scent all around him. It’s calm, and more comforting than Hajime would ever have imagined - it takes him a moment to orient himself, to place this moment in the context of here and now.

“Iwa-chan,” Tooru mumbles, pressing closer, exhaling against Hajime’s chest.

Ah, yes.

He becomes aware of the fact that they’re both naked, skin against skin, and immediately feels himself blushing, even as he reflexively tightens his grip to bring Tooru in closer. It’s an instinct, at this point, and waking up like this is routine, even though every morning still feels special. Exciting.

“Hey,” he whispers back, and he can’t even pretend to hide the soft happiness in his voice. He squeezes his arms around Tooru, presses his lips to his hair, and feels his heart soar as Tooru nuzzles into him with a contented sigh.

“…happy birthday,” he says, breath tickling Hajime’s neck.

“Ah,” Hajime says, brain slowly catching up. “…thank you.”

Don’t plan anything for Saturday, Iwa-chan! You’re mine for the entire day, deal with it!

Like there’s any present he’d rather get than an entire day with Tooru.

Well. He’s sure Tooru knows that, anyway. And there’s no use asking what he’s got planned, because Tooru is big on surprises.

“You know,” Tooru whispers, lifting his head just a tiny bit so he can gaze at Hajime, “this is… I used to dream about this. Waking up with you.”

Hajime lets out a tiny chuckle, joy bubbling up inside him.

“Yeah?”

“Mmh. But this is…” he hesitates, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Then, after a moment’s pause, he cranes his neck and leans up. Hajime lifts a hand, cupping the back of his head as he pulls him closer and brings their lips together. It’s soft, lazy - even so, he can’t help but be reminded of the night before, when their kisses had been much more hurried and desperate. He really gets everything.

Tooru hums into his mouth, parting their lips.

“Hm - this is better,” Tooru finishes. “So much better.”

“…yeah? Sure I can live up to your standards…?” Hajime whispers.

Tooru scoffs, leaning in to kiss him again. “You’re already surpassing every- every fantasy, Hajime.”

“…fantasies, huh?” Hajime says with a smirk. “Really?”

Tooru has the decency to blush, just a little. “…’course,” he mumbles. “I’ve always been- you know. Thinking about you.”

The admission sparks definite interest in Hajime’s gut, sharp enough to break through the soft haze that waking up with Tooru always has him in. It’s unfair, really, that Tooru always has him wrapped around his finger that way, even after years of being together.

“…yeah?”

And of course Tooru hears the new roughness in his voice, then. Hajime can hear him smile, even as he rolls his hips down against Hajime’s, making him gasp.

“Mhm. Thinking about how it’d feel if- if you kissed me, touched me.”

“Tooru-”
“…about all the things I wanna do to you,” Tooru says.

Hajime knows when the time for arguing has passed - Tooru’s fingers are brushing lower, feather-light and warm, and he shudders at the touch.

“…don’t- don’t we have places to be…?” he asks, a last attempt at keeping them on whatever schedule Tooru has planned out for them - but even as he asks this, his fingers are already digging into Tooru’s skin, nails leaving small half-moon prints in their wake.

“Later,” Tooru tells him, into the tiny space between their lips. “Planned for this, too, of course.”

Hajime lets out a laugh, brief and elated.

“Of course,” he echoes, tugging Tooru closer, one hand finding its way into his hair.

“Mhm. Let me take care of you.”

And really, who is Hajime to decline?

I'm honestly so hard to love and I am so sorry to anyone who has ever tried to love me because I'm honestly awful and never know what I want even when I think I do and because I'm so difficult to deal with as a person. And conversely I am so sorry to anyone that I have ever loved because I expect so much more than I have a right to and I wish I weren't this way but I have no clue how to fix myself I'm so sorry.