Honestly, do you ever think about how broken Oliver is in Season 1 that when his own mother shoots him, he’s not really that upset about it?? He justifies her behavior with, “She was defending herself.” Which is true, in part. But this also shows how lost and alone Oliver feels, that when someone else acts in a way that doesn’t make sense to other people…Oliver understands. He sympathizes with the pain and the willingness to do whatever it takes to survive. Because he knows what it’s like to live with only fragmented trust, to be only a fraction of yourself.
Honestly, when Oliver Queen loves you, he’s willing to give you the benefit of the doubt a million times over (which is basically the summary of Season 2). This is so beautifully ironic, coming from a man who says he can’t afford to trust anyone. The truth is…he knows himself well enough to know that when he trusts, he trusts with his whole heart; when he trusts you, he will die for you. This also explains why Oliver comes to Barry’s defense in Season 5; even when everyone else is hurt and feeling betrayed, Oliver sees pieces of the lost boy that he was in Barry’s poor choices.
Honestly, Oliver Queen has a beautiful soul and does not receive near enough recognition that he deserves.
Friendly reminder that in Season 2 Karamel got a pretty solid build-up, which included a True Love’s Kiss™, emotional ILYs, and Kara giving Mon-El her most treasured possession (her mother’s necklace). Also, TPTB made it clear that Mon-El is the love of Kara’s life, and they pretty much set in stone that Karamel is endgame. Whatever happens in Season 3 is just part of the journey. Remember that every good TV love story comes with drama, and the bigger the angst, the greater the payoff. So fear not, my sweet karamels. Everything will be fine. ◕‿◕✿
kept your breathing paced as you went through the motions. Dodge, swivel, kick,
pin. You say it in your head as you miss his punch, get behind him, take out
his knees, and pin him. Your instructor taps the mat and you let him up with a smile
and he nods his approval of your technique, only pointing out that you pinned
him too lightly and in reality you would have to be more aggressive. You nod as
you take his criticism, agreeing wholeheartedly.
were weeks deep into your self defence class, a class absolutely necessary. You
were proud of how far you’d come and how quickly you were able to disengage
your instructor. He wasn’t taking it easy on you either; you had asked him not
weren’t the only one that noticed how well you were doing you noted as you took
a drink from your water bottle. This small gym had become your favourite haunt
after work and you noticed every new member throughout the weeks, and developed
a friendly accord with the regulars.
was one particular new member, only been there for a few days but clearly not
his first gym as he went through his circuit with practised ease. On his water
breaks, you noticed him watching you, trying to keep the glances casual but
would always observe until you got your trainer onto his back. He would smile
and get back to his workout quickly before you noticed.
here to film a movie. Some sort of celebrity. That’s why he’s out our gym. Low
profile. He works hard though, and a nice guy.” Your instructor mumbled next to
you, always willing to give you the gossip at the gym. He took out his fake
knife – a wooden stick – for your next section of training: disarming an armed
attacker. You especially liked these drills and jumped right back into it.
Every so often, Yufuin could be persuaded
to walk to school with Kinshirou in the mornings. Yufuin would generally
complain about it, especially since Kinshirou was one who liked to be at school
early and Yufuin was…not. But Atsushi and the rest of the Defense Club had
somehow convinced him that it would be a nice, romantic gesture, and so he had
agreed. This did not make him any more pleasant in the mornings, however, and
Kinshirou was used to walking next to a rumpled and half-awake Yufuin in
questionably comfortable silence.
And if anybody asked why he decided to
indulge Yufuin that morning, he would claim shock that Yufuin had started
talking in the first place.
“Hey President,” Yufuin said suddenly, “do
you think we were enemies in all of our past lives?”
Kinshirou blinked. “Are you talking?”
“About past lives.”
“Do you know what time it is?”
“Too early. Answer the question.”
“Is it already time for you to wax philosophical
about life? This is a bit early in the day for you. Usually you wait until
lunchtime at the least.”
“President, it’s too early for this. Stop
“Could you please elaborate on the
Yufuin sighed. “Well, we have pretty
opposite personalities. I don’t think base personality changes that much
between lives, so, in theory, we’d have had similar personalities throughout
all of our incarnations. On a good day, we fight like cats and dogs, so our
past selves were probably the same way, right?
“You’re assuming that we would have known
each other in previous lives,” Kinshirou replied, pulling Yufuin to the side of
the sidewalk in order to avoid an oncoming cyclist. “What makes you so sure we
“I think Atsushi is definitely an anchor
“What do you mean?”
“Hmmm.” Yufuin tilted his head up to stare
at the sky in thought. “Well, I figure in every life there are some things that
are different, and some that stay exactly the same. So pretend our life is a
“Yeah, humor me. In this metaphor, we’re
random planets. Now, not every planet belongs to the same galaxy. These would
be the people you never meet. Then, there are meteors and stars and things in
your galaxy that you have a possibility of meeting, but it isn’t a sure thing.
And then there are planets that orbit around the same sun as you, so you’ve got
to meet up with them at some point. Atsushi’s our sun.”
“I think I understand your theory,
although your understanding of space is questionable-” Kinshirou paused to yank
on Yufuin’s arm and stop him from walking into a pole. “Please pay attention to
where you’re walking!”
“If you’re gonna watch out for me, I don’t
need to worry,” Yufuin replied. “Anyway, the metaphor’s not exactly solid.
There are bound to be multiple anchor points in someone’s life, so there would
have to be multiple suns. But for our purposes, Atsushi is our overlapping sun.”
Kinshirou scowled at Yufuin’s flippant
attitude towards pedestrian safety, but continued the conversation nonetheless.
“Theoretically, then, in all of our past lives we’ve been mutual friends of
Atsushi, but enemies to each other?”
“Not exactly. It’s not a given that we
were friends with him, just that we both knew him. But the situations were
“So, for instance, we were all daimyo in a
past life, but while both of our houses had amicable relations with Atsushi’s,
we were rivals?”
Yufuin chuckled. “Who says we were
Japanese? Maybe we were American, and we were on opposite sides of the Civil War,
and Atsushi was Abraham Lincoln. Or maybe we were Angolans during World War II,
and you were UNITA, and I was MPLA, and Atsushi was Che Guevara.”
Kinshirou looked at Yufuin in
astonishment. “Do you actually pay attention to your history lessons?”
Yufuin made a face.
“At any rate,” Kinshirou continued, “do
you have any idea how old the world is? We would’ve had countless
reincarnations, so it’s feasible that we’ve been Japanese before. All of those
scenarios are plausible. In theory.”
Yufuin grinned. “But that doesn’t take
into account the increasing population of the world. There are more people here
today than there were even 200 years ago, so the newer people would’ve only
lived a few cycles.”
“By your logic, we might be people who’ve
only lived a few cycles. Maybe we’ve never been reincarnated at all, and this
is our first time.”
“Nah, we’ve definitely been around for a
while. How else could there have been so much animosity between us over a
stupid curry incident? Clearly, that had been building up for centuries.”
“Hmph.” Kinshirou crossed his arms. “Perhaps
I’ve just always hated curry, and not everything in my life boils down to petty
arguments with, about, or surrounding you.”
“Impossible, curry’s delicious. You accrued
bad karma in the past, and that’s why you were born with defective taste buds
this time around.”
“Excuse me? I am not defective!”
“You know, you still haven’t answered my
“About being enemies? Yes, I imagine that
we always have been. Even when we get along, we fight.”
“Exactly. Which makes this life extra
special, doesn’t it?”
Yufuin wrapped both of his arms around
Kinshirou’s waist, resting his chin on the shorter boy’s shoulder. “Well, how
many times do you think we’ve overcome our differences like this? And so early
in life, too.”
flushed. “Get off, we’re in public!”
“I bet my past selves are so jealous,”
Yufuin continued as if Kinshirou hadn’t spoken.
“You keep making all of these assumptions
about our past lives with absolutely no evidence to back it up. There’s no
reason to believe that we’ve never…been together in past lives.” Kinshirou
pulled at Yufuin’s hands, but he wouldn’t budge.
“Fair enough. It’s just the feeling I get.
Like, every time before this, you’ve been the Tybalt to my Romeo, but now you’re
Juliet. Or, I guess you’re still Tybalt, but now Romeo is in love with Tybalt
and not Juliet.”
“In the future, please put more effort
into your metaphors.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll work on it. The point
is, I just get the feeling that this is the first life where we’ve gone from
being enemies to being close. So maybe the next life will be the same. Or maybe
we’ll get over being enemies faster and faster.”
“And then what, Yufuin? What’s the point
of all this? Honestly, let go, we’re standing where anyone can see!”
Yufuin swerved suddenly and pulled
Kinshirou off of the sidewalk behind a small cluster of trees. “The point,” he
said, pressing Kinshirou back into one of the trees, “is that the sooner we get
over hating each other, the sooner we can do this.” He leaned down and brushed
his lips over Kinshirou’s, and Kinshirou shuddered.
“We don’t have time for this,” Kinshirou
said faintly. “Besides, you’re talking as if we’re supposed to be together in
future lives too. Are we switching from reincarnation theory to soul mate
“I didn’t say that,” Yufuin said, kissing
Kinshirou on the neck. “But since you suggested it, what do you think?”
“I didn’t suggest it,” Kinshirou replied,
sliding a hand into Yufuin’s hair. “I don’t even believe in reincarnation.”
Yufuin kissed the corner of his mouth. “But
if you did?”
“If I did, I think it would be implausible
that we’ve never been together before. After all, some things are different,
but some stay exactly the same.”
Yufuin smiled. “You know, if our chemistry
in past lives was half as good as it is now, you’re right, there’s no way we haven’t
been together before.” He slid a hand underneath Kinshirou’s jacket.
“Hold on a second, Yufuin, we don’t have
time for this. We need to get to class.” In spite of his words, Kinshirou felt
himself leaning in to Yufuin’s touch.
“We left early, it’ll be fine,” Yufuin
said, sliding his hand around to Kinshirou’s back. Kinshirou reflexively pulled
“Besides,” Yufuin continued, “we’ve been
deprived for centuries. We need to take advantage of the moment.”
“Yufuin, be serious,” Kinshirou said. “Everyone
will be able to tell-” Yufuin silenced him with another kiss.
“I promise I won’t leave any marks unless
you ask,” Yufuin whispered, and Kinshirou had a hard time remembering specifics
Incidentally, that was the first and last time
Kusatsu Kinshirou was late to class, in any of his incarnations.