objectively the best scene in the dream thieves is when gansey wears jeans and a t-shirt because they’re literally on their way to bury a body but ronan and blue just can’t stop losing their shit over how good he looks when he doesn’t dress like an asshole
Akatsuki becomes a mercenary group for hire, as they did in Road to Ninja. This is more appropriately named the “everybody comes back to life and somehow things work out AU”… but as promised, 10 Akatsuki members in the timeline of The Last! Designing is fun (esp the village flak jackets) (・∀・)
See more extensive character/AU details below the cut!:
so who does the haus bills???? i’m pretty sure there’s no rent bc the hockey team owns it but who does the bills? who checks the mail and makes sure they don’t throw the envelopes out?? who makes sure the cable and heat and water and electricity is covered?? i’m sure ransom has made a spreadsheet for all the expenses, but who makes sure to pay it all on time??????? who sends out the reminder in the groupchat to give them money “unless you guys are fine taking cold ass showers for the next month”?????????????????
“When I say I love you more, I don’t mean I love you more
than you love me. I mean I love you more than the bad days ahead of us, I
love you more than any fight we will ever have. I love you more than
the distance between us, I love you more than any obstacle that could
try and come between us. I love you the most.” — (Unknown)
@anon I would say Sims 4 is rather cartoonish than realist, you can't expect them to put normal fingers on sims. I mean look at the eyelashes, they'll tell you everything about sims 4 is simple and cartoon looking.
i mean………..there are cartoon fingers that don’t look like hot dogs
Why study, when I could write minifics and snippets?
Shiro and Ulaz sprinted around a corner and right in
front of them… a wall.
Smooth, featureless, twentysome feet high, guardrail at the
top of it. Separating the walk they were on – down here – from the walkway they needed to be on – up there
… And Shiro’s jetpack already out of action (that seemed to
happen entirely too often. Should get that looked at).
And (because of
course) the armor’s grappling hook already jammed, due to earlier unfortunate circumstances, which had forced it to
bear too much weight.
“Shit.” Catching his breath, Shiro chuckled at Ulaz, “So. What’s
your jump height?”
“Roughly my own height. More with a running start, but not
enough for this.”
Damn. “Yeah, mine’s only about chest-level.” Was a bit of a
forlorn hope anyway. Galra were big. Big meant heavy, meant unfavorable
strength-to-weight, meant need another plan.
Shiro darted forward to place an experimental hand against
the wall. No dice, someone on Team Empire must have been taking notes. Shiro anticipated
he’d probably just knock himself out before he managed to melt handholds into this.
God, a fucking wall.
They had – Shiro checked his mask display – twelve dovashes, to get where they
needed to be. Which meant that in twelve dovashes, one tick, Shiro and Ulaz
would have officially been thwarted by one of the oldest, simplest defenses in
the history of all civilized society.
“Okay,” he clapped his hands together, pointing them at
Ulaz, “back against the wall.”
“You, boost me up.” Ulaz was pretty strong, he could
probably do it. “Then you,” he double-checked, “wallrun, corner, wallrun.”
Shiro pointed to the wall next to them, then to the corner, then to the adjacent
source of this trouble. “High as you can get, and I’ll reach down and grab
Ulaz stared, “You think it will work?”
“… Sure. Yeah, Matt and I did it at the Garrison, when we
were climbing the outside of the Mess hall. It’s fine.”
Ulaz stood, back planted against the wall, reaching out both
Shiro stepped back. He had maybe three strides worth of a
run-up. Cramped but good enough. He stuck his head around the corner. Still
Yeah, it’ll work fine
Then one deep breath. He nodded to Ulaz, and one step – two
– three – and Ulaz boosted him up hard enough he felt his spine bend.
It carried him just
high enough to close both hands over the top.
Shit, no need to put
me into orbit!
What was that? ‘Thank
you, Shiro, for getting my boney ass up here?’
Hand over hand, he walked himself sideways until he reached
one of the struts, supporting the railing. Then he hiked himself up, got his
elbows over the top, and he was there.
Lying on his stomach, he wrapped his right arm around the support (brief visions of it getting ripped off his elbow made that decision),
then stretched the other down as far as he could.
Ulaz took it at a run, caught the side wall, then caught the
corner, then came across, headed straight for Shiro.
It actually took two tries.
But on the second try (kicking
gravity right in the face), palm met forearm
and held fast.
And then the yank.
Hero momen– oh fuck!
Shit, don’t let
Good thing Shiro had his other arm anchored, because godfuckingdamn, Ulaz was heavy.Odds were not favorable for pulling him up
with one arm (unless he wanted to also throw his own back out) Shiro just grit his teeth
and concentrated on holding on, and
let Ulaz deal with hauling himself up.
Ack – climb faster –
fuck, are you –
You twig – just – hang on –
Shiro owed Matt a(nother) apology.
Ulaz hooked a heel over the edge, then finally he was up. Shiro flopped over like a dead fish, before slowly hauling himself upright. His whole arm was tingling, from aching shoulder all the way
down to his buzzing fingers.
Am I lopsided? Shiro, I think
I’m lopsided, is one arm longer?
Probably. Come on
Seven dovashes left now. Ulaz pulled Shiro the rest of
the way to standing (by the other arm, thank God).
And they were off.
Much, much later (after they’d made it with an entire dovash
and a half to spare, thankyouverymuch), safely back at the Castle, Ulaz was doing
Shiro the wonderful favor of gently massaging the life back into his shoulder.
Totally uncalled for, to be honest. He hadn’t sprained anything (and if he had, this wouldn’t be right anyway). Sure, it had felt pretty shitty but Ulaz, though heavy, hadn’t actually done any damage. Shiro was fine.
But given the butterfly kisses brushing along the nape of his neck, and given Ulaz’s warm(blessedly warm) hands, fat chance of Shiro mentioning that fact.