#30 just made me think ricardo trying to be comforting while tsuna's awake. just, very awkward offer of cookies.
Warning: Slight suicide mention, mainly owing to fucked-up mentality of a kid being chased by assassins since he was eight.
There are days where Ricardo knows - and Tsuna knows Ricardo knows - that no amount of the gruff you can do better than this, I know you can encouragement will push Tsuna over the boundaries he needs to cross before the next assassin arrives. Tsuna knows he should probably get his act together, but some mornings… trying to find a reason not to let the assassins just kill him is so very hard. He’s ten, eleven, coming up to twelve, and he’s spent the last two years of his life being hunted by assassins because of his father.
Any child in his position would have thrown their hands up a while ago, or slipped up, or something. It’s only Ricardo that keeps Tsuna going, grounds him when all he wants to do is float away. But there are times when even that isn’t enough, and Ricardo knows it.
So he tries to change tactics. But old habits are one hell of a bitch.
“So what do you say to this: you, me, a nice big glass of milk, a thing of cookies?”
Tsuna turns to stare at his mentor. “Um,” he says, and it pings in a second what Ricardo is trying to do, and a second after that he realizes Ricardo’s probably feeling twelve shades of awkward right now, because Ricardo doesn’t do this kind of ‘fluffy family shit’.
(Never mind the fact that assassins aside, he’s been a better dad to Tsuna than Iemitsu ever was.)
“Won’t it ruin my dinner?” Tsuna hastily asks, when he sees he’s taken too long to say something; Ricardo’s starting to twitch with nerves. “Sweets aren’t exactly part of a healthy diet.” It had taken Ricardo forever to get Tsuna off chocolates and sweets as a normal part of his life. Tsuna’s thinking if he takes one bite of those cookies, he might end up regressing.
(He can already hear his ballet teacher wail in his head.)
Ricardo scoffs. “Who gives a fuck? It’s literally once, and I’m offering it to you free of charge. You’re lucky I don’t make you do crunches after eating them. Now, yes or now, brat?” He waves the cookie packet in the air.
It’s like a siren’s call to Tsuna’s growling stomach. Also to his sore nerves, which have been shot for a while now and desperately need soothing. Cookies won’t magically cure them, but the reminder that he’s allowed to be a kid for even a short period of time will.
Madrid fans should have more respect for Ronaldo - Kaka
“Cristiano is a great player, I am not just talking about his quality, but in terms of what he has contributed to Madrid. I would like to see the fans have more respect for Cristiano for what he has done for this club. Sometimes I hear whistles against Cristiano and it’s not good after all he has done. I recommend that he stays in Madrid. The proportion that things happen there is very big, on both sides. If things do go well the proportion is big, but if they don’t then it’s also still big. Much of what has happened with Cristiano and the name he has today is because he played at Real Madrid.”
Last night I couldn’t sleep
because there was an empty space
where your body use to lie
And it felt wrong without your
arm draped over my waist
Lately I’ve missed your heartbeat
pounding in my ear
when I slept with my head against your chest
And I’ve been waking up cold
because I no longer have your body to keep me warm
I haven’t slept right in months
because all I can think about is how
wrong it feels with out you here next to me
So take the photographs and still frames in your mind, hang it on a shelf in good health and good time. Tattoos and memories and dead skin on trial, for what it’s worth it was worth all the while. It’s something unpredictable but in the end is right…I hope you’ve had the time of your life.