You know what I really need? Platonic platonic cuddling/platonic sleeping together.
Luke, post-Bespin, soaked in sweat and trembling with the afteraffects of his nightmares, climbing in beside Leia. She rolls over, wraps her arms around this boy who she loves with all of her heart, and hums half-forgotten Alderaanian lullabies until he falls asleep again.
The Rogues teasing Luke for being so cold on Hoth, constantly ribbing him about how he was always shivering, about how he used up all the hot water, about how he managed to wheedle three extra blankets just because he was friends with Leia (side note: the extra blankets weren’t Luke’s doing, though they were Leia’s), all the while calling him a “pansy-assed desert boy.” Yet, nonetheless, on the bitterest of nights, pulling all of their bunks together and piling into the middle, Luke buried at the heart of the squad, a veritable nest of blankets and pillows and arms and legs keeping him warm.
Leia falling asleep in Carlist’s quarters a handful of times, slumped over against his wall or against his shoulder as at last sheer, desperate exhaustion overwhelms her. On the worst nights, those first months after the Death Star, after Alderaan, when the pain of memory was too much for her even to beat it out by running until she vomited, shooting things until her arms cramped, or worked until the words ran off the pages, she would limp, stagger, crawl to Carlist’s room. She would knock, and he would answer, catching her before she could fall, half-carry her over to his bed. She’d let him take off her shoes if she was wearing any, and wrap a blanket around her shoulders, and then would sink against him, eyes wide and desert-dry. They never spoke on those dark nights–simply sat, Carlist a wall of warmth against Leia’s shoulder, a battlement of strength and stolidity against which she could shatter, silent and unseen. And eventually, ultimately, Leia would collapse into sleep, her head lolling against Carlist’s shoulder–and only then would he risk wrapping an arm around her, drawing her closer against his side, closer into his safe protection.
Chewie, on the nights when Han was drunkest–which happened most in the first few months after they met, shortly after Han’s discharge from the Imperial Navy–or after he had been badly hurt, sitting perched in too-small chairs by his bed, stretching out on the cramped, human-sized bunk, where he could make sure his friend was still breathing, still living, wasn’t going to choke on his own vomit. More often than not, morning would find Han plastered to Chewie’s side, face buried in Wookiee fur–and though Han would complain for days or weeks after of finding Wookiee hairs in his mouth or clothes or blankets, he never once asked Chewie to stop.
Leia, post Alderaan and the Death Star, when she had finally learned to truly trust Han and Luke, only ever sleeping peacefully when she’s curled on the couch on the Falcon, often leaning against Luke, who like to sprawl while he read the latest crime thriller he had (illegally) downloaded, or against Han, who as often as not had a glass of liquor or deck of sabaac cards in his hands, if only to fiddle with.
Han, Luke, and Leia all curling together on the floor of an Ewok hut that first night, none of them able to let either of the others out of their sight, as if afraid that, if they aren’t touching, the other might disappear.
That becoming a habit, so much so that, even after the three of them buy their first apartment together (on Coruscant, on Hosnian Prime), they spend their first few months in their new home sleeping on the living room floor, mattresses pulled off the beds and shoved against the couch.
Even later–much later, once peace has been settled, the New Republic founded and growing in strength, Luke’s New Jedi Order thriving–when Han or Leia are drawn far away to distant corners of the galaxy, it is not uncommon for Luke to crash at their new apartment, both to spend some extra time with his nephew, and also with his sister or his best friend/brother. He never sleeps in Han and Leia’s room–in fact, he never even ever goes into their room at all, except on the rare occasion that emergency demands it–but Han or Leia usually end up on the couch sprawled or curled up next to him.
Imagine Yachi making Kageyama and Hinata watch Titanic with her. Hinata ends up curled in a ball, sobbing hysterically, and Kageyama keeps yelling ‘Why didn’t he climb on the door, too?!’ over and over while pretending that he’s not tearing up. Yachi has her hands full comforting the poor guys and regrets her movie choice greatly.
souharu prompt: ok souharu as middle schoolers (or elementary kids idk) and some kid's giving haru shit for "not" having parents which causes him to be upset and cry and ssk overhears and defends haru and kinda gets physical and the teachers break the fight up and later haru thanks ssk and they become friends and idk kid souharu fics are cute
Oh dear. I always figure Haru has more insecurities then he lets on, poor kid. Have some young souharus. I messed the prompt up a little, but oh well, close enough.
When Sousuke sees Nanase standing by himself outside of school one day, he doesn’t think much of it. It’s not as if Nanase is the most sociable of people, and he and Sousuke aren’t really friends anyway. Usually, he’s attached to Tachibana’s side, but it’s not that out of the ordinary for the two of them to be apart.
Today a little trans girl came to the store I work at, she was probably 6 years old, she was with her grandmother and I greeted them like any other client. So at some point the little girl came to me and asked me where the nail pulishes were, so I showed her and helped her reach the highest ones, she looked so happy and was dressed in all pink. At some point I asked her for her name and she goes “Valerie” and I was being nice and actually was getting excited that her parents were so nice with her daughter… but then grandma came and was “No, HIS name is David, he’s going through this phase and he likes to dress as a girl… you know how kids are” and I got pissed off cause I literally could see Valerie’s face shattering so I went “Yeah, I know how kids are… and SHE is a girl and HER name is VALERIE” after that grandma turned around and went to put her nasty eyes over the purses… and I ended up paying for Valerie’s nail pulishes (all pink and hot red btw).
How comes people still see transgender as a fucking phase?!?!?!
Translation: “Thank you @xiena Jie @LiWeiJia ge for your weibo well wishes, I’ve received too many well wishes. Finished the birthday party, now sending a thanks for everyone’s well wishes, I will work hard to not disappoint you, and hope that my everything can give you strength!”
“Time passes really quickly, in the blink of an eye, it is my birthday again
My last little birthday essay, feels like yesterday, and the you of today have celebrated my third birthday since debut.
2014, everywhere in the world, full of disaster, for every single person it is a very fearful year.
And to me, it is too.
But, I have always been praying for world peace with all of you, and remembering the things of the past.
Passing through these difficulties and looking to the beautiful days of the future.
Everyone recently has been busy doing charity events, thank you all for your hard work, thank you all for your love, with your love this world will be even warmer, you are all amazing!
And hope that even more people will pay attention to charity work in China and beyond (attention: with strength doing it)
October is China’s national period, and that also means, vacation la. Of course when I was a student I really loved national day, not only can you take a vacation you can also receive presents on the last day of national period which is my birthday (that time the national day holiday was a 7-day long break ^^)
And me who has been cared for even more, now, can still have the well wishes of all of you accompanying me, this is the most precious gift (at this point sounding the music of “You Are Most Precious”1)
Right, grandma said: So many “little fans” supporting you! You are so blessed! Must be contented! He who is contented is always happy ^u^ (Actually grandma doesn’t know, I am already very satisfied ya, and mm..actually aside from grandma, mama and grandmother “huge fans” also love me too! I didn’t tell her, am scared she’ll be jealous haha)
Like this you have made me feel very blessed, so called “perfect perfect”
Often I see you all becoming frustrated, unhappy and quarreling because of fan support~
Actually it’s okay~ Everyone together is good enough, with this in your heart it’s good, you need to study and work and still care for me, giving me fan support requires superhuman strength, it is very difficult and very tiring. So I hope that even more, all of you, happily can spend every day, when you have time for a rest, think of me, look at me, pay attention to me, that’s enough. Because your love is everywhere, I can feel it.
If you see me on the streets and want to say hi, any where any time, don’t be afraid, you know?
I don’t wish for you come to receive our flights, because at the airport, there are so many people.
Because you come to see me, and fall down, or injure yourselves, or injure others (especially be careful of the elderly and children)
And your parents will worry about you.
If you want to send these letters to me, you can send it to the company, and then let the company’s staff who manage the letters give it to me, this is the best way (it will definitely reach my hands please don’t worry)
Take care of yourselves, don’t hurt others.
At the same time, thank you for all your well wishes and blessings, and all your birthday support. Seeing it makes my heart full of warmth.
I believe with your well wishes and blessings, tomorrow will be even more beautiful.
The past, present and future, everyone beside me or who passes by me, are you all still okay? Are you all still happy and blessed? Healthy, happy, blessed is the most important, wishing you well.
It is almost the end of the year, two thirds of this year has gone by.
What have you all gained in the time that has passed?
I have gained many chances to showcase myself, and made many friends, if last year I felt the hard work of fans
Then this year I didn’t just feel the hard work of fans, but also made many friends who understand me understanding that the staff working behind us don’t have it easy.
They let me feel that, the hard work behind this job, this job, it really isn’t a single person “fighting” they really are all heroes, people who can be respected. Thank you all, all the staff who work silently in the background.
Often people kid, saying that sons and daughters’ birthdays are a mother’s hardship days, yes it is ya, so I once again thank mum.
Through three years of me battling, I still want to do something for my family. Although I can’t afford to buy a bungalow or a resort, but let me fight a few more years, I think I should be able to.
Bringing mum, grandma and granddad with me on a stroll walking on a road, I thought, thank the heavens for the present you have given me.
I didn’t have a silver spoon in my mouth coming into this world, my starting point wasn’t higher than anyone else’s, my family background isn’t wealthy, my family might not be able to give me any help in my career. But I have the love of my family, the care of all of you, and I have my own aspirations.
Holding on to my dream, I want to give it my all.
Thank the heavens for giving me a chance to gamble like this
Thank the heavens for giving me the space to raise my own value
Thank the heavens for giving me people who support me
I am not superman, I cannot fly
But I am not tired, I am not fatigued
And I am not scared, I will not be frightened
Even if I cry, don’t pity me
Even if I fail, I won’t back down
Because this road is the one I chose
No matter how we go, or how things turn out, this is all something I have to bear and a question I have to think about
Everything on stage I leave for you all
Everything off stage I will carry myself
Not being able to approach perfection now, but I want to battle reality
Thank you for everything, grateful for it all, today’s night view is really very beautiful”