seriously though his face

anonymous asked:

LOL THE SUGA ONE WAS PERFECT! Yes he can be a kind supportive parent along with Daichi but hebis also E V I L! Daichi can be scary when angry but Suga will murder u in your sleep. EVIL I SAY! ok if you are not tired of those how about Akaashi next? So many fics make him this shy, pretty dude who needa to be saved by Bokuto nd I dont get where people got that. He's evil too, in a different way than Suga, but still evil

*kicks down your door* DID YOU SAY EVIL AKAASHI HOLY SHIT DO I LOVE THAT SHIT HOLY SHIT. (i already regret this entire meta) 

i mean to be fair i am partial to a wildly insecure akaashi because holy shitting fuck being shy/insecure and being a badass dickhead aren’t mutually exclusive what a fucking concept (this is rage at fandom in general not this ask, dw) but holy shit anyway

fanon akaashi

  • god it’s been so long since i read a bad akaashi
  • i live in my weird, dark akaashi corner and never wander out
  • fragile and feminine
  • like, dainty or something?
  • “so tired of bokuto lol poor akaashi”
  • eventually??? notices bokuto’s charm??? or something?? and is swept off his feet

canon akaashi

  • bruh
  • fuckin brutal my dudes
  • that moment in the anime? where bokuto’s explaining a rebound and then he’s like “well it can go wrong” and akaashi’s like “yeah it goes wrong a lot for you”
  • holy fuck what an asshole
  • bokuto’s like “NO” because of course he’s like “NO”, akaashi you dickhead. and then he’s like “you’ve gotta say that’s not true bokuto-san” because bokuto happens to know how to be be nice fucking person
  • and akaashi’s like don’t fucking tell me what to do you shithead
  • and the next time bokuto’s like “but if you’re calm you can figure out what to do” and akaashi swoops in knowing full damn well that he’s being a dick and is like “that’s not true bokuto-san”
  • fucking brutal
  • and you might be like “lol well he’s a sarcastic asshole with bokuto because he’s So Tired”
  • are you fucking kidding me
  • the guy spends all his free time with bokuto
  • endless practice? sure. lunch together? sure. the guy has a list of bokuto’s weaknesses, knows how to get him back on track no matter how shit his mood gets and you wanna tell me he’s not, like, one of the most important people in akaashi’s life?
  • also the second someone’s like “so bokuto, huh?” he’s like “yeah dude he’s super reliable and i only have good things to say about him whatever”
  • holy fuck
  • this is how he deals with a teammate he respects and is most likely one of his closest friends
  • he’s a dick. the way he smirks at tsukishima when they win? that’s a fucking “hahah suck it you loser, you little snot” even though he knows this is an insecure first year who is just getting the motivation to work at volleyball and he’s still like “should i be gracious in winning here? nah, i’m gonna smirk at him in a way that’s utterly rubbing his face in the fact that i fcukin played him hah you dickhead that’s our ace”
  • seriously though look at some of his faces the guy is absolutely out for blood. kenma is teasing him? i’m planning your untimely death you little pipsqueak. tsukki loses? hahahah how do you like that you lil bitch
  • not to mention he’s super fucking tall
  • he could crush you
  • this list is so long because i. fucking. am. so. emotional. about akaashi keiji.
  • he may be polite but he would murder you, bro. fucking murder you.
  • *muffled sobbing*

anonymous asked:

Do you think that before Flynn stole the mothership he tracked Lucy down at all? I'm sure he would have been curious about the mysterious professor who wrote his journal-from-the-future. So I can picture him finding her at her university and attending one of her lectures or something. What are your thoughts?

Oh, my god, Anon. My thoughts are I have had these EXACT THOUGHTS!

He DEFINITELY looked her up before the series starts! No doubt. None. Erase all doubt from your mind. We don’t know the degree of it. Maybe Flynn searched online for information about her. Maybe he read one of her books (a history book– not the sad, handwritten one). Maybe, yes, he even sat in the back of at least one lecture. We don’t know how far he went researching her (he’s an intelligence gathering special agent and this could actually be quite in depth– he has her tax returns), but we do know that Flynn looked Lucy up in the present day before setting his plan in motion.

And it all sounds like an interesting little possibility and fan theory, one more connection Flynn and Lucy have before even meeting face to face, but the logical part of our brain is still like, “Proof?”

How about the fact that, in the Pilot, he knew what she looked like? Yeah. Once you realize Flynn picked her out of a frantic crowd at night in front of an explosion, it hits you: “How did he know her face?” Lucy can write her entire life story in that journal. Flynn can know her mind as well as she knows herself. But unless Lucy included a photograph, he would not know her to see her. He’d pass her on the street. Conclusion: either through research or because he staked her out (attended one of her classes), Flynn was familiar with what Lucy looked like prior to meeting her in 1937.

Now, you can argue the above. You could say that one brief, mid-episode snippet is the real first time Flynn sees her. The part when he’s watching the three be arrested after he called in that tip on them.

BUT! he is very, very far away. And he’s not even the one looking through the binoculars when it happens. 

He certainly can’t make out her face. And would he really approach her later with his biggest identifier being that she had on a brown coat? Why would he WANT to leave it up to chance? Why would he risk not knowing what Lucy looks like before going into the past where he knows he’s going to run into her? I really don’t think he would.

Also (just mentioning) Flynn’s guy that Wyatt kills in the hangar knew who Lucy was, and I’m not sure what to make of it. Flynn did brief his men about her though. We know that. Because after realizing who she was (whether because Flynn passed around a picture of her or because he said she’d be the woman following them), the man said, “Flynn wants to talk to you.” So Flynn made certain his men knew who Lucy was and that, if found, she should be brought to him, presumably unharmed.

I really think it makes sense that Flynn looked her up beforehand. It makes more sense than him not doing it. Checking up on Lucy just fits Flynn’s character. Not only for curiosity’s sake, but because Flynn won’t be caught unaware again. After Rittenhouse and his family, Flynn researches, he double-checks. The man has become obsessively prepared. It’s like a compulsion he now has. He needs that sense of control so much he doesn’t even delegate unless he has to. He trusts no one. He does everything himself. He’s paranoid something will go wrong. So many episodes, he has to check the journal before allowing himself to act. Even in 1.12, he pulled it out and studied the drawing before approaching Emma’s cabin. He looks before he leaps, and you can’t tell me that doesn’t include investigating Lucy before thrusting them into the situation where they meet. He would want to know her first, familiarize himself a little better.

So yes, he looked her up before stealing the Mothership. Fight me.

anonymous asked:

A couple of headcanons about the guys when Candy kisses their neck for the first time? :DDDD pretty please

Mmmm I really writing about this type of stuff and yes sure anon bc I need to catch up today. This’ll be kinda short since - again, it’s a short request anD TG IT IS ,, but i’m sorry if you all don’t like the shortness here,, Anyway, enjoy.


In shock. Honestly, Nath would question himself about what Candy did. He’s the type of guy that would sit there for a few seconds and comprehend what had just happened like “Did Candy just…seriously do that?” Not that he’s complaining, he really likes Candy’s bold side. 

Would relax a bit and let her do it some more, if that was just it, he wold try and initiate himself just to give it back to her. Seriously, Nath would be turned on by Candy just like that, especially with her bold side.


Impressed. Castiel would be slightly suprised, but totally in for Candy’s bold side. He would probably remark that “Guess I’ve been rubbing off on you too much huh, Candy?” No doubt that Castiel would kiss her himself and just hold her close beyond that point. 

This boy never shows the fact how much he loves his little Candy’s bold side. They’d probably have this mini make out session but, just spend time with eachother beyond that point. It’s like Candy’s getting a little influence from him…who knows, maybe.


Slightly overwhelmed to being flustered. At first, I don’t think Lysander would even notice until Candy is just giving him a face/smirk. Okay Lysander is probably one of the most flustered out of the boys, like holy heck he’s not used to a bold Candy. 

“It’s always like no matter what you do…you always find a way to turn me on,” Likely would blush a lot and not saying anything, he’d suddenly euphoric about it like - woah some new turn on there. He can’t help but melt inside when Candy is dominant.


Forward ‘n’ flirty. Armin is very forward, I can see him just getting eye-wide for a moment and just blushing a little bit,  He’d mainly try to hide the fact of how much he liked it - especially for his ‘first time’. Then that famous grin of his, would be right plastered across his face. 

Seriously though this boy would honestly have no shame in throwing the “…Two can play at that game, Candy.” It’d either lead to him kissing all over her face or some make out session. Regardless, Armin loves when Candy is dominant.


Overwhelmed. Kentin would just stop for a moment of whatever he’s doing and just actually think if that ‘really just happened’. Until reality hits him in the face, that’s when Kentin would just blush. He’s such a blushing mess, it’s adorable. 

He probably would be at a lost of what to say like - other than an awkward thanks, he’d try to gain composure with some “T-That was nice..” just to even out the awkwardness. Candy would probably have to make him better with some cuddling after, this boy always finds himself blown away by her.

Scraggin’ - Tommy Shelby

Oooh can you please please do prompt 29 w/ Tommy?! Please please 

From here:

29) “How is my wife more badass than me?”


It had been a quiet night in the Garrison, celebrating the boys success in London, until now. The Shelby boys had all had too much to drink and what had started as playful teasing, progressed to arm wrestling and now all three of them were screaming at each other and throwing punches.

Finn had legged it to the house to tell me what was happening and we were on our way back to the Garrison now.

“I swear they’ve all lost it,” Finn says, “won’t let me drink whiskey when they can’t even handle it themselves!”

I can see he’s getting angry.

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We all know a lot of kisses in bioware games are framed in a way to hide the fact that the faces clip through each other. (Not saying that’s a bad thing, I get why they do it, and usually they look fine.)

So with how Jaal and Ryder’s first kiss is framed I kind of thought that would be the case for them as well, but nope. If you look at it using fly cam it’s actually animated nicely. I mean if you want to get really nitpicky you could say their mouths should just be a fraction closer to each other, but really it looks nice. So why hide it with how the scene is framed?

But really it’s the bad lighting in that scene that annoys me more, but frankly that’s an issue in 90% of the game and I feel like if they’d had the time and resources to address that, all models would look nicer than they do now, but again, it’s me being nitpicky.

Life With Namjoon (04. Daybreak)

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AN: I literally just whipped this up in about 3 hours, so….hopefully you all enjoy!

Also yes, there’s a some smut in this chapter. Y’all thirsty hoes better be quenched for a while.

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04. Daybreak

Nearly more times than Namjoon can recall, you’ve been there for him. At the studio when he can’t tear himself away, after dance practice when he can barely move around without limping, in the late hours of the night when his darker thoughts get the best of him and he can’t find it in himself to shove them back into their hidden cage. You’re always there—or at least when life permits. You take care of him in both big and little ways. You make him meals—make sure he’s not working himself too hard. You listen to him when his worries slip off his tongue and spill into the room. You text him good night and good morning when he’s away—little “I love you’s” arriving via text at random times throughout the days, just to remind him that you’ve always got his back.

And he always has yours. It’s just…sometimes he’s bad at remembering to show you that he does. You know that he loves you. You know that you’re happy with Namjoon—happier than you’ve been with anyone else, but…when the days are long, and your boyfriend is busy with his responsibilities, you keep all of your worries to yourself. You lay in your bed at night, staring at the space where Namjoon should be laying, yet he’s not. Comebacks are exhausting, his schedule is packed, he wants to work on his mixtape, and is planning to do a V-live for fans when he’s got some time to spare. He wants to see you too, but you always tell him to put his job as an idol first. I’ll be fine, you habitually tell him with a smile, kissing him as he stands in the doorway to your apartment, his backpack on his shoulder and tired endearment in his gaze. Go be Rap Monster, I’ll be here if you need me.

But…sometimes you want Namjoon. Your Namjoon. You wish that he could read your mind—that he could know when you’re feeling lonely and need his support in return. Sometimes he’s oblivious about it—he can’t decipher the meaning behind brief texts, or a phone call with no voicemail following it. He assumes you butt dialed him on accident. If you wanted to talk you’d just talk to him, right?

Not exactly, you think, sighing to yourself as you curl around Namjoon’s vacant pillow, nuzzling your face against the soft fabric of the case. It’s not easy to just talk—not when you’re trying to put his needs first. Not when you’re trying to be an understanding and supportive girlfriend.

And that’s why you find yourself up at midnight on a Thursday, unable to sleep, your chest constricted with emotions that you’ve been holding in for too long. You want to grab onto Namjoon and tell him your worries—all your thoughts. His presence itself relaxes you—makes you feel safe and secure. But…it’s been too long. You feel terrible and needy for thinking that way—but it’s been two weeks. BTS had gone abroad for a few interviews and fanmeets. When they’d returned there had been award shows, which meant practice—for dances and speeches both. You and Namjoon had texted back and forth, but nothing could actually compare to talking face to face…and as a result, you’d sunken into the darkness a little. Your worries had gotten the best of you. You started to doubt yourself—your worth, if you’d done something wrong, if you could have done anything better, if you were doing the right thing—

Those kinds of thoughts had been eating at you for some time now…and finally, on a Thursday night, your phone unlocked and blaring white light up at your face, Namjoon’s contact readily available on screen, you decide that you can’t be alone with your thoughts anymore. With tears in your eyes, guilt eating at you for feeling the need to call Namjoon in the first place, you press the ‘call’ button and wait. On the forth ring Namjoon picks up, his voice scratchy with sleep.


You hold your breath, chest shaking. Fuck, why had you called? He had probably been sleeping, and now you’re just bothering him. Fuck—

Babe? You there?”

“I—,” you begin, but your voice wavers, and the weakness that resounds in your tone causes your throat to close. The line falls into silence, but after a second you here Namjoon shifting—sheets moving—and he speaks up, sounding much more awake.

Y/N? Are you ok?”

“No…,” is the only whispered word you can manage before a sob wracks your frame. You press your face farther into Namjoon’s pillow, phone forgotten on the sheets next to your head.

Fuck…babe, are you there? C’mon—I…do you want me to come over?” Namjoon pauses when you hiccup, and he imagines you shaking your head no, which only causes his heart to break more. “I don’t know what’s up but I’m coming over—”

“N-No,” you shake, trying to pull yourself together, but you still sound like a wreck. “You—you said you’ve got a f-flight at 10 tomorrow. Don’t bother with me—I—”

“I’m going to bother with you,” he interrupts, and you hear him awkwardly and hurriedly padding around his room. “You’re my girlfriend and I care about you—I’m coming over, ok?”

Just hearing Namjoon affirm his feelings about you has you breaking down all over again, and you barely manage a shaky “ok” to which Namjoon simply says that he’ll be over soon, and ends the call. 20 minutes later, you hear your apartment door jiggling, and after unlocking it, Namjoon steps inside.

“Babe?” he calls, voice tentative and worried. Your face is damp with shed tears, Namjoon’s pillow still tightly held in your grasp. You’re sure you look a mess, and you still feel terrible for having called him, yet even so you manage a little grunt, and after a few seconds your bedroom door creeps open.

Namjoon’s heart cracks at the sight of you, and he gently seats himself next to you on the bed, hand moving to rest on your hair. You let out a shaky breath, tears coming back to your eyes.


“I’m sorry—,” you interrupt, voice hitching. “I’m sorry I called you. You’re so busy, I didn’t mean to wake you or anything. You shouldn’t have to worry about me—fuck—”

“Woah, hey, listen,” he interrupts you, shushing you gently as his hand begins petting over your soft hair. “I wasn’t sleeping, and so what if I’m busy? I still care about you, Y/N…I know I’m not as good as you at showing how much I love you, but you mean the world to me, so…you can talk to me, you know? What’s going on, baby?”

“Why do you even love me?” you say quietly, curling in on yourself, voice calm, yet Namjoon can see your chest shaking. “I’m…a mess. I’m so sorry, Namjoon, I just…I don’t even know anymore…”

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“You can travel back in time, but you can only travel back in time.”


Challenge 05: Falling
Genre: Fluff/ PG
Character: Jinyoung

Plot: You are a barista about to close the shop when you find your favorite customer, Jinyoung, still here and offering to help you clean up.

(Gif not mine)



You sigh with a sense of relief as you lock the coffee shop doors, glad to finally end the day. You loved the coffee shop with all your heart—it was your grandmother’s gift to you before passing away—but some days all you wanted was to be home and very far away from the smell of coffee. Today was one of those days.

“Long day?”

You turned around swiftly, surprised by the sudden voice. Your expression of alarm melted into softness as you saw your favorite customer staring back at you. An amused smile spread across his face.

“You scare so easily,” he commented.

You blush shyly. “Sorry Jinyoung-sshi, I thought everyone left.”

He chuckled, happy wrinkles curling at his eyes. “You forgot about me? I’m so disappointed.”

“You were so quiet today, it slipped my mind,” you defended yourself.

He stepped closer to you, and softly placed a finger on your nose, making your face heat up profusely.

“I’m going to remember this forever,” he threatened pettily. “and I thought I was your favorite customer.”

You blushed at his comment. He wasn’t wrong, but you weren’t going to admit it so easily. “Whoever said you were my favorite?”

“Are you a player-type?” he asked. “Why would you write a message on my coffee cup every day if I’m not your favorite? That’s no good, Y/N, you’re toying with my heart.”

He grabbed at his chest, feigning heartbreak. You chuckled at his expression, happy to see that Jinyoung was in a more playful mood than usual. You walked past him and back behind the counter.

“Well I wouldn’t have to write you messages on cups if I had your number,” you replied just as playfully.

Jinyoung stared at you for a brief moment, a smirk on his face. You lift your head to meet his look, trying to laugh off your own embarrassment. Where did that line even come from?

“Smooth,” he finally spoke up, approaching the counter as well. “Well, do you want it?”

You chuckle, though your face was becoming more visibly red. Grabbing a towel, you begin wiping down the counter.

“Well,” you start, “I did have a reason for locking the doors.”

Seriously, where were these lines coming from?

Jinyoung laughed in dismay at your sudden boldness. “Are you keeping me captive?”

You grin, raising your head to meet his eyes. “Only because you’re my favorite.”

Jinyoung laughed loudly at this. He knew there was a reason this was his favorite coffee shop. He smiled before setting his phone down on the counter and quietly walking away to help clear off the tables.

You smile when you see his screen. It was on the page for new contact listings. And he said you were smooth. You glanced at Jinyoung’s back before punching in your number, the small smile on your face growing wider.

“You can go if you want, Jinyoung-sshi. I can clean up on my own.”

He shook his head, his back still to you.

“No, no, I want to help,” he insisted as he brought a tray of dirty coffee cups over to the counter. “So I can stay your favorite.”

You giggle, taking the tray from him. “Jinyoung-sshi, you’ve been so loyal to this shop, practically half of the revenue is from you. You are favorite by default.”

“What can I say, I love this coffee shop.”

Giving up on your cleaning, you step out from behind the counter and take a seat on the stool beside Jinyoung. You prop your elbow on the counter and lean on your hand to get a closer look at him.

“Do you really?” you ask sincerely.

“Of course. I’m here every day, aren’t I?”

“Oh, it isn’t because I’m pretty?” you joke, laughing loudly when you see his face go serious, looking unamused. Your laughter brings a smile to his face though. “But seriously though, you like the shop? Even though my grandmother isn’t running it anymore?”

He nodded at you sincerely. “You’re doing a great job, Y/N.”

You sigh. “I hope so.”

He grabbed your chin, giving you a firm look. “You are.”

You break into a nervous smile at the sudden skinship. You hope Jinyoung can’t feel how warm your face is getting. He chuckled, letting go of your chin.

“You really do scare easily.”

Your eye widened. “I-I’m not scared!”

“I-I think you are,” he teased. He chuckled as your mouth formed into a pout.

“I’ve just…always been curious about you,” you confess suddenly, averting your eyes. He looked at enquiringly. He didn’t think he had much of an impact on you to be honest. After all, his two minute interactions of ordering the usual coffee was only a fraction of a fraction of your day.

“I’ve always been curious about you too,” he spoke up.

You look up at him in surprise.

“Eyy, you don’t have to lie to me,” you mutter in disbelief.

He grasped your chin again, his thumb so close to touching your lips. You were afraid to even gulp as your eyes stared back into his.

“Why do you think I’m still here?” he asked softly.

You look down at the counter, avoiding his intense stare. “Because I locked the door?”

He let go of your chin, as his body tilted back in laughter. You blushed, still trying to ground yourself after the momentary high he had put you on.

“You’re really something else, Y/N,” he muttered as his chuckles subsided. “I thought I was admiring a cute, quiet coffee shop girl. Who knew you had all these jokes in you!”

You smile at him shyly. “You thought I was cute?”

He scoffed again in disbelief. Little did you know, you looked the cutest in this very moment. He patted your head, softly.

“Keyword: thought,” he teased, making you pout even more.

“You’re a fine line away from being unfavorited!” you threaten childishly.

He lifted his eye eyebrow at you mischievously. “Oh, but you didn’t let me finish.”

You smile with excitement. “Go on.”

“I thought you were cute…but now I know you’re also funny and pretty and sincere and lovely and playful and gentle and-”

You cover Jinyoung’s mouth with your hand, failing to hide the wide smile on your face. He looked shocked at first before his eyes quickly curled playfully into eye smiles. He planted a sudden kiss on the palm of your hand, making you pull away in surprise.

“And!” he continued. “I thought I was falling in love with this coffee shop…but it turns out I was just falling for you.”

More Guardian Angel AU:

Because I felt like it!


- He’s the grumpiest angel someone could ask for. This guy looks more like a devil in a shitty disguise and he’s always eyeing his charge warily, wondering if they’ll be able to trip on nothing and fall flat on their faces.

- He takes his duty seriously though. If his human gets caught up in shit, you can bet your butt he’s going to do everything to get them back out again. No one hurts them while he has a say in it and especially when he likes his charge, he doesn’t allow anything to happen. Other angels have often compared him more to a wrathful archangel than a protector.

- Tomura doesn’t really take care of his wings. They look frazzled, a few feathers here and there look out of place and like they’re going to fall off at any moment. He also prefers to slouch and lazily flies beside his charge, grumbling and glaring at anyone who might look at them the wrong way.

- Over time, he can get a little protective of them. It really depends on the human. If he’s getting an asshole as a charge, he’s more annoyed than anything. If he gets someone who yells and screams all the time, he often tries to whack them with a wing to shut them up. If he gets someone he feels comfortable with or would get along with if they talked, he’s more relaxed and open towards them.


- He’s really excited when he gets to see the human he’s going to protect for the first time. He’s doing a little dance in front of the crib, before growing more seriously and promising his charge that they don’t have to worry about anything, since he’s going to watch over them.

- Inasa is an angel, who cheers his charge no matter what they do. He’s there when they take their first steps, whoops when they speak their first word and keeps a very close eye on them the first night they sleep all alone.

- He gets his fair share of scares as well. Like the time his human put something into their mouth that was possibly life threatening or when they fall down hills or into water and can’t swim and he’s shouting and tries to get them out of the situation as quickly as possible. His wings give off his emotional state then, growing all nervous and twitchy and his feathers are puffed up like the fur of a scared cat.

- Inasa can be quite chatty. He talks to his charge or answers them when they talk to themselves, even if they can’t hear him. He’s always happy to listen and even if they might never know it, he’s determined to be their best friend from the first to the last second of their life.

Double Time (7/24)

Disclaimer: Red vs Blue and related characters are the property of Rooster Teeth.
Language, Canon-typical violence
Tuckington, Chex
Rating: T
[Hero Time Sequel] After the events of Hero Time, the city and Blood Gulch are prepared for the true return of superheroes in a big way. But while Washington is attempting to adjust to a new relationship and a new living arrangement, the call of new heroes and a new mayor mean major changes for his professional life as well as his personal one. How will the balance of values fare when his new partners come to test everything he’s made of.

A/N: Aaaand now we’re getting to the antagonists of the evening. I’m curious to see how many saw them coming ; ) 

Special thanks to @analiarvb, @thepheonixqueen, @cobaltqueen, @icefrozenover, @notatroll7, @secretlystephaniebrown, @freshzombiewriter, @ashleystlawrence, @a-taller-tale, Kiwibat, Kairachar1869, Yin, and @washingtonstub on AO3 and tumblr for the wonderful feed back! I truly appreciate it more than you know.

Threats as They Come

There was a part of Washington that was disappointed when he came through the window at four that morning and, rather than finding Tucker awake waiting for him, was instead met with the awkward silence of his partner soundly sleeping. 

Even if it had become more and more often that these were the way things were, and even though Wash easily rationalized it by remembering Tucker worked still, after all, he felt a certain pang about it.

Which was nothing compared to the headache he got when the blinds were pulled open and the bedroom light came on only three hours later. 

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