they were so hyper on the boat

Turbulence (Request)

Can you do one where he meets Y/n on a plane, and he like grows fond of her endearingly dorky personality. And maybe even she catches him looking at her phone, and laughing about something funny on it?

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You hated flying.

In all your years of travel you had avoided airplanes as much as humanly possible. If you could drive somewhere, you drove. If you could take a train, you took a train. You had even been known to take a boat or two. Anything that got you out of having to fly.

It wasn’t as if you had had a bad experience with air travel before; all of the flights you had taken had been relatively uneventful. It was just something about the thought of being thousands of feet in the air literally contained in a box with wings that freaked you out.

Unfortunately, there was no boat that would take you from Los Angeles to London, no matter how much you wished for one. So you had to deal with your anxiety and board the plane.

One of your stipulations was that you never wanted a window seat. Unlike most people, the ability to be able to see the clouds was not appealing to you. You would rather just pretend that you were in some sort of moving vehicle that was firmly on the ground and, because you couldn’t see outside, you wouldn’t be hyper-aware of the difference.

When you got on the plane, you made your way to your seat and attempted to store your carry-on bag in the overhead compartment. You were always just a few inches too short to reach it comfortably and it always turned into an embarrassing struggle as you strained and reached up, face turning red from exertion and being aware that there were also people trying to move past you in the aisle way.

You were starting to get frustrated with your bag when you heard a deep voice behind you.

“D’you want some help with that?”

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When I was little my parents found out that I had a hearing disability. I was born with 75% loss in my left ear and 25% loss in my right. Doctors told my parents that I could never participate in any athletics or sports because if I were to get hit in the head, I could potentially become permanently deaf. From that moment I was robbed from a normal childhood. When you’re that young you don’t fully understand the gravity of this type of situation. When I was in grade 1 I was watching the kids at recess play soccer. A boy kicked the ball downfield; it went out and into my face. A teacher quickly grabbed my sister and me and brought me to the office. My mom was called and people were worried but I didn’t understand what was happening around me. A couple years later I became interested in gymnastics. I loved being on the balance beam, swinging from the bars and doing flips. But after a year my parents made me quit because the risk of falling and hitting my head was too high. I was sad and heartbroken because I had to give up what I loved to do. A couple of years later I was at summer camp and was sailing on the lake with a friend of mine who was crazy. She was very energetic and loud and hyper all the time. The sailing boat that we were on was about the size of 6 desk chairs put together in a rectangle. That day my friend was extra hyper and was steering the boat in all directions while I was managing the ropes. When you manage the ropes the most important thing to do when you turn is to duck. She made the sharpest turn and gave me no time to react. In a matter of seconds the boom, which is a long metal rod that is the base of the sail, swung across the boat and hit the back of my head. The force was so strong that it pushed me into the water. I started to laugh as my friend sailed away thinking this was hilarious. But then I look up and see my instructor in a motorboat five feet away from me and I start to panic, I didn’t hear the engine. Then I see my instructor saying things to me, gesturing to me. At that point I started to cry because I couldn’t hear a word he was saying. The time it took for me to get hit in the head, fall into the water, see my instructor, get into the motor boat, get back to the dock, get onto dry land, meet the counselors was about 20 minutes. For 20 minutes I didn’t hear a thing, nothing but the ringing in my head. Those 20 minutes brought a wave of terrified emotions I thought I would never feel. When sounds started to enter my head I was able to relax and calm down. After that incident I was determined to believe that my hearing was not a part of me anymore. I hated the risk, the scare and the frustration it brought me and other people. I stopped wearing my hearing aids. I came to Villanova in grade six hoping that I could start somewhere new. A friend had asked me to try out for soccer and I did thinking there was no way I would make it, but I did. Something opened up for me, I loved being a part of a team. And during the first week of practice a ball was kicked at my head. Some people were worried but I acted as though nothing was wrong, because I didn’t want to believe otherwise. I then continue to play soccer the next two years; I also join volleyball and love that sport even more. After being bullied online and at school about my hearing I discovered that it is a part of who I am and in order to be a better version of myself I had to accept all that I was. I went into high school wearing my hearing aids and became proud of my disability. I joined the basketball team, and even though I hating playing the game I still loved being a part of team and the feeling that nothing could hold me back. Then I try out for volleyball and I don’t make the team. I go to the bathroom and cry because I couldn’t believe it. I loved this sport so much, I went to Cuba, and I thought I was good enough but apparently not. I then try out for soccer thinking of course I’ll make it, I’ve played for three years; I didn’t make it. I go to the bathroom and cry again. For some reason I believed that my disability was the reason why I didn’t make those teams. That it was my parents fault for not pushing me to play sports as a child. That the doctor took away a life i could have had. The next year I was determined the change that. I tried out for volleyball because it was the only sport that made me want to keep going. I attended every single tryout. Not just to prove that last coach that he made a mistake, not to prove to my new coach that I’ve improved, not the prove to my teammates that I’m stronger, not to prove to my parents that they made a mistake, but to prove to the doctor that he was wrong and the prove to myself that my disability will never hold me back from doing what I love. I made the team and was the first to every practice and the last to leave. I was at every game and always participated. At the end of the season I had worked so hard and it had shown, I was awarded the most improved player that year. After that, I continued to play and each year became a stronger and better player. I have never been more proud of myself for accomplishing my goals. 12 years ago a doctor outlined my entire future. He robbed me of discovering who I was and what I loved. My whole life I felt different and weak. But I have realized that my disability doesn’t make me different, it makes me special. It has made me stronger and more determined to live my life the way I choose to, not by doctors’ orders
—  genuinesouls
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Team Morita-Okada lost to Yamashita Shinji in the memorization battle so they have to do a punishment game that he comes up with. They go to his hotel at 4 A.M. and are told they’re going to have to eat sea snake soup, a specialty of Okinawa. Which would be relatively simple but NOT torturous enough for GeI. They have to catch the sea snake themselves!

So they’re literally flown out to Okinawa right then and there, and then take a boat out to Kudakajima to do some snake hunting.

TBS don’t play, y'all. TBS don’t play.