(part 1) you know, it's been almost 40 chapters since the shiratorizawa training camp arc and i am STILL salty that hinata was never invited in the first place (tho i know why it was important to his character development that he was never invited, but still). and i still HATE the way the shiratorizawa coach treated hinata. like, i can get why he wasn't allowed to participate, and sleep there, and i can kinda understand why they didn't give him anything to eat. but like,
(part 2) the shiratorizawa coach kept calling him out, isolating him from the others, and humiliating him. i know it was hinata’s own choice to stay there but i don’t think him even going their uninvited, AND still not participating (w/o argument i might add) warranted such treatment. that shiratorizawa coach is an asshole, i hate him so much. ALSO the fact that he continues to pick only the strongest/tallest players after shiratorizawa’s defeat and refuses to see hinata’s huge potential
(part 3) that’s been recognised by university coaches, might i add, makes me so goddamn mad. okay, i think that’s the end of my rant hahah, i’m sorry if i rambled a bit, i just needed to get this off my chest since this is one of my favourite hinata character development arcs and that coach just pisses me off so much (also, i kno this might be an odd addition but i love your blog B! you’re one of my faves!!! <333)
OH MY MY. I’m with you on this, the Shiratorizawa training camp is probably one of the most painful arcs ever, but yet I loved it because there’s TONS of character development in here.
I hate the Shiratorizawa coach with burning passion. He’s the only character I truly despise. Ukai saw things coming from the start and he knew that Hinata was going to suffer, that he’ll make him go through literal hell.
Those guys said it. It was all a plan to have some sort of revenge on him, on the little shrimp that took the victory away from his perfect team, that shrimp that is anything but the player he likes. He abused him verbally (”you’re nothing without Kageyama”), he refused to acknowledge his skills, to let him play no matter what. He wanted to punish him, even torture him in a very sadistic way.
Too bad that Hinata, the sunshine boy that he is, took everything in regardless and this camp was one of the things that helped him the most, both with going forward as a player and with being distracted from the thought of Kageyama “going ahead” to the national training camp and leaving him there.
Another thing I loved, was the reaction of the boys. All of them wanted him to play, they were burning with the desire to go against him again.
The cherry on top were, of course, the Shiratorizawa boys. Tendou was ready to fight him right away (nice Pokemon reference, Tendou), the thought of Hinata not being invited to the camp never crossed his mind.
Their faces when Hinata told him he was the ballboy are priceless. Not to mention how sweet Tendou was here. Ok, Hinata didn’t have the right to have food and shelter, but they were ready to have him anyway.
So yes, this arc is heartbreaking, the coach is THE SHIT, but gladly Hinta and all the boys were way better than that <3
You know, sometimes I get ‘soda advertising’ like every other comic book movie it seems,
but why did Wonder Woman decide to do theirs on Dr. Pepper? I mean I don’t mind looking at Gal Gadot all damn day, but Dr. Pepper? That’s like the Gretchen Wieners of soda companies.
seriously tho, allowing players pick up and freely carry objects that do not affect on progression of the game is really easy way to entertain players. like people often end up creating their own shit hoarding objectives and are very likely going spend much more time with the game
- old montreal videos in english
- the bruins 2011 stanley cup being recognized in any fashion
- staal family portraits
- announcers who pronounce european names correctly
- a game that doesn’t mention sidney crosby, alex ovechkin, or the chicago blackhawks at any point
- any team located below the mason dixon line
- barclays center
- someone fighting zdeno chara
-the washington capitals in the eastern conference final
- refs not having an obvious bias, especially if they have the accent of a home team’s location
- wherever the hell connor mcdavid came from
- an intermission or post game interview where no one says “yeah no” or “no yeah”
- the colorado avalanche’s 2016-2017 season
- third overall draft picks
- a european player scouted first overall for the draft
- claude giroux’s old hair
- anze kopitar
Bitty will probably make some offhanded compliment to a random hockey player like, “Oh, his hair is sooo nice,” or “Wow he’s so strong he just picked that player up with one hand?? crazy” and the next time Jack sees the player in person during a game he’d have this irrational urge to go up to them like hey man stay away from my boyfriend
Ok so I had my pick of three players, but I have another
Auston one tonight and Dylan would choke on his tongue first I think… so you
guys get Seggy! Hope that’s ok! Enjoy!
Warning: Tyler Paul Seguin (he really is a warning), one
Anon Request: Hi can you please write an Auston Matthews,
Dylan Larkin or Tyler Seguin imagine about you and he going to Subway to order
some lunch and while you are waiting in line you ask him what he wants and he
says that ass! Can you please make it fun and cute thank you!
REQUEST:Stiles x reader with late night conversations.
“Hello?” A deep voice said through the phone. “Did I wake you?” (Y/N) asked. “No.” Stiles replied, suppressing a yarn. “Liar.” (Y/N) chuckled. It was late at night and (Y/N) couldn’t sleep. Like most nights, (Y/N) wouldn’t dare close her eyes knowing that nightmares would come and haunt her in her sleep. So, instead of waiting around and drowning in her own thoughts, she would always call the same person – her best friend since kindergarten, Stiles Stilinski. “Can you come over?” (Y/N) asked the boy while bitting her nails. “Is everything okay? Are you alright?” Stiles asked, concerned. “Yeah. I just can’t sleep.” (Y/N) mumbled. “I know it’s nothing, so it’s okay if you don’t wanna come over.” She added. She felt bad for depriving her best friend of sleep just because she couldn’t get any. She knew it wasn’t fair. But she also knew that Stiles wouldn’t mind, because she had done the same thing for him many times. “I’ll be there in five minutes.” Stiles declared before he hung up the phone. (Y/N) was in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. She opened the door and greeted Stiles with a bear hug. “Thank you.” (Y/N) mumbled into his shoulder. “Are you sure you’re okay? I think you might have a fever.” Stiles chuckled as he pressed his cold hand on (Y/N)’s forehead before she gently pushed it away. “What? So I can’t hug my best friend now?” (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Of course you can. It’s just, you’ve never been the hugging type.” Stiles declared as he walked into his best friend’s house. He frowned. “What’s that smell?” He asked before (Y/N) could react to his last statement. “I’m making pancakes.” (Y/N) said proudly as she walked into the kitchen and sat on the counter. Stiles stood before her. He has always been taller than her, so, even when (Y/N) was sat on her kitchen counter, Stiles was still a few inches taller than her. “(Y/N), it’s one in the morning.” Stiles frowned. “So? I told you I couldn’t sleep. Cooking makes me feel better. It’s relaxing.” (Y/N) shrugged and crossed her arms over her chest. Stiles let out a small laugh before a serious expression appeared on his face. “Are you having nightmares again?” He asked, his brown eyes set on (Y/N)’s. “And remember that I can tell when you’re lying.” He added seriously. “Fine.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes as she came down of the kitchen counter to check on the pancakes. “Yes, I’m having nightmares again. That’s why I’m really determined to keep my eyes open tonight.” Stiles went to stand next to her. His eyes never leaving her. He was still frowning. “(Y/N). You know you’re gonna have to sleep eventually.” Stiles told his best friend. He remembered when (Y/N) had to check herself in the hospital last year for sleep deprivation. “Stiles, I’m fine, really.” (Y/N) replied. Stiles didn’t look convinced but he didn’t want to make his best friend angry, so he changed the subject. “Where is your dad?” Stiles asked while helping (Y/N) put the finished pancakes into a plate. “He is working late tonight.” (Y/N) said. “He’s been taking a lot of night shifts at the hospital lately.” She added. (Y/N)’s father was a surgeon at Beacon Hills Memorial, where Scott’s mother worked as a nurse. Stiles knew that (Y/N)’s father was less and less present at home lately, and he hated the fact that his best friend was alone most nights, especially if she started having nightmares again. That’s why he was always willing to come over when she asked him to, even if it was in the middle of the night.
“Hey! That’s not fair! You’re always the one who chooses the movie!” (Y/N) complained while Stiles was sat on the floor next to a pile of DVDs. “That’s because you have awful tastes when it comes to movies.” Stiles retorted. “That’s not true! We like the same stuff!” (Y/N) replied as she let her body fell onto her bed. “Then shut up and let me choose.” Stiles laughed. “Fine.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and took a bite of a fresh-cooked pancake. “And don’t eat all the pancakes.” Stiles declared and threw a pillow at (Y/N). “Hey!” “Okay, found one!” Stiles ignored (Y/N)’s complaints about receiving a pillow in the face and inserted the DVD he picked into the DVD player. Then he went to sit on the bed next to his best friend, grabbing a pancake as he did so. (Y/N), who made herself another cup of coffee, went to drink it when Stiles got a hold of the mug and set it on the bedside table next to him. “Seriously? I asked you if you wanted a cup and you said no.” (Y/N) declared. “I don’t want coffee and you should stop drinking so much of it at three in the morning.” Stiles stated, looking at the TV. “Please stop acting like that.” There was a hint of anger in the girl’s voice which made Stiles’s eyes set on her. “Like what?” He frowned. “Like I might die any second.” “I’m just worried about you. What’s wrong with that?” Stiles said defensively. “What’s wrong is that I asked you to come over to make me feel better, not worse. I won’t sleep, okay? I won’t let the nightmares ruin my life again. You don’t know how horrible it is to see the people you love die in front of you everytime you close your eyes. It’s messing with my head!” (Y/N)’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m so familiar with those nightmares by now that it feels like reality. And I hate feeling like this.” (Y/N) expected Stiles to yell at her, to tell her that she was being ridiculous because she knew she was. She knew she had to put herself together and stop being so afraid of falling asleep. But instead, Stiles pulled her against his chest and closed his arms around her small body. She didn’t cry, she just closed her eyes and appreciated how safe she felt in Stiles’s arms. “I’m sorry.” She declared. “Don’t be.” Stiles said as he stroked her hair. “I’m here for you. Always.” He let go of her and looked at her. She looked very tired and he wished he could do something to help her feel better. “If there is anything I can do to help-” “Stay.” She cut him off. “Can you stay the night, please?” “Sure. I’m not going anywhere.” Stiles declared and he kissed her forehead.
“This movie sucked.” (Y/N) confessed while watching the closing credits of the movie Stiles had chose to watch an hour earlier. “Do you ever stop complaining?” He rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t so terrible.” He shrugged. “Right. As if I couldn’t tell that you didn’t like it either.” (Y/N) laughed. “Fine. It wasn’t as good as I remembered it.” Stiles confessed. “But still, I’ve seen worse.” He added, yarning. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and tried to suppress a smile. She got up and picked up the empty plate and her now cold cup of coffee and put it on her desk, too lazy to go down to the kitchen. “You can sleep in my bed, I don’t mind.” (Y/N) stated when she saw Stiles got up from the bed. “Are you sure?” Stiles frowned. (Y/N) turned around to face her best friend, she raised an eyebrow. “Stiles, we’ve slept in the same bed before.” “We were ten.” Stiles added. “Well, I mean, if you’re uncomfortable with it, I can still-” “No.” Stiles interrupted. “I mean, are you comfortable with it?” He asked, nervously. “Of course, I am. I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t.” (Y/N) laughed a little. Stiles nodded.
(Y/N) was already wearing her night clothes – a short and oversized t-shirt which originally belonged to her father. Stiles was wearing his tracksuit and a black t-shirt but didn’t seem to mind sleeping fully dressed. He crawled under the warm blanket and made himself comfortable. (Y/N) was still standing by her desk, reluctant to go to sleep even if Stiles’s presence made her feel safer. But she knew that even her best friend was unlikely to protect her from her own dreams. She looked at the clock, it was now half past four in the morning and she knew that she had ran out of options or excuses to stay awake. “It’s okay, (Y/N).” Stiles said while he watched his best friend staying still on the other side of the room. (Y/N) sighed and laid down on the other side of the bed. She was staring at the ceiling while Stiles was staring at her. “We can keep talking if it makes you feel better.” Stiles said. “No, it’s okay. I don’t want to keep you awake, you must be exhausted. It was already selfish of me to ask you to come over again so late at night. I’ll just let you sleep now.” (Y/N) declared as she nervously played with her fingers. “Okay, so, what do you want to talk about?” Stiles asked. “Stiles-” “I will not go to sleep until you do.” The boy said, serious. “Are you blackmailing me?” “No, I’m being here for you.” Stiles corrected. (Y/N)’s eyes moved from the ceiling to her best friend. The lamps on her bedside tables were still lit and Stiles saw his friend frowning. “What did I do to deserve you?” She asked, honestly wondering how Stiles never got tired of her after all these years. “You hung out with me in kindergarten when everyone but Scott thought I was a weirdo.” Stiles said with a smile. “You are a weirdo.” (Y/N) laughed. “So are you. That’s why we get along so well.” He replied.
(Y/N) looked at him for a second. Then, she moved closer to him and rested her head on his chest as he closed his arms around her body once more. He was surprised when he found her hugging him again and he realised how much she needed it – because she never was a big hugger. “Promise me you’ll never leave me. I don’t know what I would do without you, Stiles.” (Y/N) murmured. “I promise. Besides, I need you more than you need me.” The teenage boy said as his grip tighten around (Y/N)’s small body. “Yeah, I doubt that.” (Y/N) chuckled. “Shut up.” Stiles said sarcastically. They both laughed. (Y/N) started to feel her eyelids become heavy. Her eyes had been burning with fatigue all night and she wanted to let herself drift to sleep without thinking about what horrible things she would see once asleep. The last thing she felt was Stiles’s lips on her head and the last thing she heard was her best friend telling her that he loved her. She wanted to say it back but no word left her lips as she felt the darkness surround her and her demons take control of her thoughts.
She had fallen asleep, and once again, she wished she hadn’t.
Thoughts about possible lategame post-marriage story developments in Stardew Valley:
- Wizard takes on either Penny or Abigail as an apprentice (if the player has married one of them, pick the other) - if the player has not married Emily, have Clint ask her out - if the player has not married Sebastian or Sam, have them get together - have Linus tutor village kids alongside / instead of Penny - have more people move in now that the town is more lively! How about that girl who worked at Joja Mart? - HAVE MARNIE AND LEWIS ACKNOWLEDGE THEIR RELATIONSHIP PUBLICLY and/or have Marnie have a kid? - solve the mystery of Jas’s parents - Pam should totally take up fishing instead of just going to the saloon every night - would be nice if Kent found something to do, too! He often remarks on fishing, too… How’s that for making the fishing scene more lively, hmmm? - LET EMILY VISIT SANDY JFC - have something happen with Alex’s pro career? - after Leah’s art show, how about adding a new festival as the town DOES become an art destination? - after restoring the Community Center, maybe eventually have something happen to the abandoned Joja Mart building?