this might seem sudden

Surprise Kisses / Astro

MJ:

This guy is gonna be giggling and teasing you so much. He always loves skinship with you, and probably is the one to initiate it most of the time, so he’s be more than happy when you kiss him randomly

“Aish jagi~ If you wanted a kiss so bad, you could have just asked~” *cue cheesy wink*

Jinjin:

Another one to giggle and tease but more on the giggling side. To me, Jinjin   seems kinda shy, so the sudden skinship might fluster him a bit.

“Why must you do this to me?”

Eunwoo:

In my opinion, Eunwoo gives off more of a chill vibe than the rest, and skinship is pretty well balanced. If you gave him a quick kiss out of no where, he would just smile and return the kiss, or poke a little bit of fun at you, it’s either/or with him.

“You’re so cute, you know that?”
(I’m picturing Eunwoo’s smile and I wanna cry hE’S SO BEAUTIFUL ;-;)

Rocky:

tHiS gUy, dOnT dO tHat tO tHis guY. Literally, please don’t. His ego will boost up, he’ll think he’s all that and a bag of chips, all cause his s/o “can’t resist” him. Can and will bring it up at the most random times to fluster you, and will tease you so much.

“Hey Y/N! Remember that one time?!”

Moonbin:

Little weirdo. Will legit just sit there giggling with a huge grin on his face. He’s a huge cuddler so skinship is constant between you two. He loves any sort of affection you give him, so you giving him a little smooch would just make him super happy

“Uh Binnie? Are you ok?” - you
*giggling to himself* -him

Sanha

This boy would instantly become a big puddle of blushing goo. Since he strikes me as a shyer member, I don’t think skinship would occur often between you guys, and when it does, you’re usually the one to initiate it. After recieving a surprise peck, his face would turn bright pink and he’d become really flustered and shy. He wouldn’t dislike it though.

“W-What was that for?” /Flustered Sanha is flustered/

Run Away Baby Ch. 1 (Steve Rogers x reader)

Hey darlings! I hope your day is going well. It’s Monday, and well, I’m having trouble getting through it. I have so much stuff that I need to get down, so please forgive me if I don’t keep up with the fic schedule I posted yesterday. I will get back on track with it when all my work calms down. It’s extremely hectic with AP tests coming up.. I’m going to try my best though. Enjoy the first official chapter of “Run Away Baby” and I love you all. xoxo

Description: Pregnant with Steve Rogers’ child, your husband, you’re a happily married couple. He moved you to the countryside, trying to keep you away from as much harm as possible. Isolated, and by yourself most of the time, you always worried about him when he went away. But, marriage couldn’t have been better for the two of you for the three years since you had taken his last name. But, one night, when Steve’s out on a mission, you get a call from Nick Fury telling you to get as far away from your house as possible.

Warnings: Cursing

Intro

MASTERLIST


The sound of your phone vibrating against the coffee table brought you from your sleep. You groaned, blindly reaching for it. Your fingertips were met with the smooth glass, and you tilted the screen towards you to see who was calling. Your vision was a little blurry; you were still groggy, but the name on your phone was as clear as day. It was Nick Fury. 

“Shit.” You sat up as quickly as you could despite the extra weight on your belly. You knew it must be urgent because there were over ten missed calls from him. You had a sinking feeling in your stomach. What if something happened to Steve? You redialed his number, pressing the phone to your ear. It seemed like the dial tone went on forever, but he finally picked up. “Nick, what happening?” 

“F/N, get yourself out of that house. Drive, and drive as far away as possible. You need to leave. Now.” His voice was instructive and stern. 

“Wait, why? Tell me what’s going on!” You were starting to panic, and your breaths were becoming more labored. “Don’t tell me something happened to Steve…” The sudden realization of what might have occurred seemed to stop your heart as tears came to your eyes. 

“F/N, I need you to listen to me. You need to gather up your things and get the hell out of there.” He paused, trying to find a way to break the news to you. “Steve… he’s not the man you think he is. He’s with H.Y.D.R.A.” A dead silence came through the line, neither of you saying anything. 

“What?” You couldn’t believe the words that just came out of his mouth. You suddenly felt like you couldn’t breathe. 

“Get out of your house, get in your car, and go to the address that I just sent you. It’s a safe house in New Jersey that not even the team knows about. Steve is a double agent, and you need to leave before he hurts you. Do you understand?” He was trying to be as gentle as he could, given the circumstances. You were completely quiet on the other line. “F/N, I need you to do this. Please. I don’t want you or the baby getting hurt. Just listen to me and I’ll explain when you get there.” 

“O-okay..” You were choking on sobs. This didn’t feel real, but it was. 

“You need to move quick, he’s already on his way to you. Call me when you get in the car.” He hung up the line, and you took a moment to realize what just happened. It all seemed to hit you at once, and you frantically got up, grabbing the few essentials that were needed for you and the baby. Not only were your hot tears obstructing your vision, but your child wasn’t cooperating and seemed to kick every five seconds. 

“Come on, kid. You need to work with me here.” You sighed, looking down at your belly. Your keys were sitting on the table, and you swiped them off the counter, and grabbed your bag off the floor. You decided you might as well keep the lights on, trying to make him think you were still at home. You swung open the front door, and closed it behind you. Your hands were shaking as you fumbled with putting the key into the lock. As you heard the click of the lock, you heard footsteps coming up your porch steps. 

“And where might you be going?” The more than familiar voice sent chills down your spine. You felt him staring daggers into your back as you turned to face him. 

“Stay the fuck away from me.” Your words seethed through your teeth as your tears began to sting your eyes. Steve no longer looked like the happy man you thought you knew. He had an evil smirk on his face as he leaned against the railing, his hands shoved in the pockets of his suit. It wasn’t his dashing Captain America uniform you had grown to love. It was black with the H.Y.D.R.A. symbol across his chest instead of his silver star. “You’re not the man I married..” You took a step away from him, you back pressing up against the door. 

“You’re right, I’m not. I never was because that was all just one, big, fucking act to smuggle myself into S.H.I.E.L.D. You were just there to ensure it, along with the child.” He looked you up and down, giving you a disgusted look. 

“That was what I was? Just to fortify your alibi?” You face was hot and red. “I didn’t mean anything to you?” You furrowed your eyebrows together, looking up at him in confused hatred. 

“I was never in love with you.” He took his weight off of the railing and began to walk towards you. “You didn’t mean a thing to me, and the baby sure as hell doesn’t either.” He shook his head, the loving looks he used to give you were now a distant memory, and the only thing you saw in his eyes were pure evil. 

“No!” You tried to run away, but you were heavily pregnant; you were seven months along. He grabbed your wrist roughly, bringing you to your knees. You sobbed, the pain coursing up your arm. 

“You’re not going anywhere.” He looked down at you, his face expressionless. 

“You don’t have to do this, Steve. Please.” Your eyes searched for at least a piece of the man you used to know, but there was nothing left. 

“Honey, you’re just collateral damage.”


Ahhhh, I hoped you liked it! I’ll try and have the next chapter of “Secret of These Hands” or a one shot tonight for you guys! I have a request in my arsenal that I haven’t been able to get to, but I really want to write it. Have a wonderful rest of your day! xoxo

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anonymous asked:

I really liked this earlier Imagine: 'Imagine in ep 1 they party stops to sleep for a little bit and Claire is freezing, so Jamie offers to warm her discreetly'. Would any mods be willing to continue this story or another alt point-of-view where J & C get closer, more affectionate, more sexual tension in those moments in beginning of book Outlander? Love your fanfic!! You ladies are so creative!

Mod Note: Hey anon, I opted to do simply another version of the “Claire’s cold” idea rather than a continuation of the earlier fic. I was dying to do a bit of pre-marriage Frasers (and I wanted a bit of a break from my beloved angst). This seemed to fit the bill!  Mod Bonnie 

Hail Mary 

Jamie deposited the night’s firewood, freshly cut, and sat down beside Murtagh, gratefully accepting the canteen of whisky and coughing a little in surprise as he took a swig. “This is fine stuff, man! Finer than your purse typically would allow, aye?”

“Nicked it from Dougal’s personal supply,” said his godfather with a grin, eyes glinting in the light of the new-lit fire. “Figured he willna miss it. And if he does, weel, he’ll have two days to forget about it before seein’ me next, won’t he!”

The party had split into two that afternoon when Dougal took half of the party and the wagons with him to replenish supplies at a nearby trading hub. The remainder had continued on their path, led by Ned, to carry on with the collection of rents. They would meet up again two days hence at the crossroads to begin the slow, circuitous route back to Leoch.

Jamie took another long swig before handing back the canteen. “Aye, well, ye’d better mind your back once he does see ye again, else—”

“What in God’s name??”

Jamie jumped to his feet at Murtagh’s exclamation, instinctively drawing his dirk. Ned Gowan had just come into sight in the hazy twilit distance, perhaps a quarter mile off. Gowan was walking slowly with Mistress Beauchamp on his arm. No danger, then, Jamie thought, resheathing the weapon; but no, as he peered into the distance, it became evident that something was terribly wrong. Tiny and frail as the ancient lawyer was, he was supporting almost all of the lady’s weight.

Jamie’s heart lurched, and the world seemed to narrow dizzyingly to a single point.

Claire. 

His Claire

He ran to her at breakneck speed, blood hammering in terror. As he drew close, he could see that she was soaked through. Her lips were nearly blue, and she was shaking like a leaf in a gale as she struggled to remain upright against Ned.

Jamie elbowed aside the other men who had run to help, and scooped Claire up possessively into his arms, eyes and free hand frantically searching her for damage even as he did so. “Claire? Lass, are ye hurt?”

Jesus, she was completely soaked through from head to toe, nearly double her normal weight from it. Jamie could feel the icy water from her clothing and hair soaking into his shirt and plaid.  She was conscious, but couldn’t seem to keep her eyes open. They fluttered uncontrollably as she make tiny, weak whimpering sounds. 

He pulled her tighter against his chest as he turned and made for camp as fast as he could, murmuring softly to her, “Dinna fash, I’ve got ye, now, Sassenach.”

I’ve got ye, now, mo ghraidh.

“How the devil did she manage to do a fool thing like that?” Murtagh was shouting at Ned from behind Jamie as they all hastened to camp.

“My fault, all my fault it was,” Ned was wailing, disconsolate. “We were, ah, walking along the river talking and looking for cress and the like. I lost my footing and, well, careened into her, and she, ah, she fell down the bank and into the water. It was quite a deep section of the river and she went all the way under.”

“The puir lass—and it near cold enough to snow tonight,” came Geordie’s panting from furthest behind. 

It was cold tonight, the sun now fully down. And, God, she was pale as a corpse. “How long have the two of ye been walking to reach camp?” Jamie demanded over his shoulder. “How long has she been like this, man?” 

“Nigh on a quarter of an hour. Terrible, terrible, all my fault,” Ned moaned, wheezing. 

Ifrinn, a quarter of an hour on a frigid night such as this. Jamie shuddered and redoubled his pace.  

He reached the fireside at last, the remainder of the men crowding round. “Claire,” Jamie said urgently as he set her down briefly on her feet. “Claire can ye hear me?” 

She managed to remain upright, with him holding her elbow, but her head was lolling where she stood. He gave her cheek a few soft slaps to liven her. “Claire, listen to me, ye need to get the wet things off at once. Have ye a spare set of clothing?”

She nodded and started fumbling clumsily with the laces of her bodice. Christ, not HERE, he wanted to say, alarmed, but Murtagh was already walking up to the crowd with Claire’s bundle in hand. “No, leave it there, man!” he snapped at his godfather—was he the only one with a shred of decency?—as he stepped forward to pick her up again. “I’ll bring her over to her tent so she might—”

“She canna do it on her own, Jamie lad. Just look at her.”  

Sure enough, as Jamie looked down, he could see that her fingers were so stiffened with cold that she couldn’t even get proper hold of the laces. Murtagh’s assessment was confirmed by the lady herself. She couldn’t manage any words through her chattering teeth but her eyes shone clear with meaning: help.  

Jamie turned away for a moment, running his hands backward through his hair, praising Michael, Bride, the Holy Virgin, and all the rest that Rupert and Angus weren’t here; or Dougal for that matter. Jamie had seen the way his uncle looked at Mistress Beauchamp. Lord, did he look that way at her?

Hail Mary, full of grace. 

Rallying, and trying to infuse a note of chastity into his voice—though not entirely certain what that might sound like—he called out orders. “Ned and Willie, and Geordie, too: bring me the largest blankets ye can, quickly.” 

There would be only three men in camp, in the end, who wouldn’t be involved in either the screening or the undressing (for Murtagh had already stepped forward, bushy face impassive as he deftly took over the work of loosening the bodice laces), but it simply didn’t seem right to shuck the clothes off a lady in a camp full of men without taking some measures for propriety’s sake.

Behind the improvised screen of blankets, Murtagh and Jamie began the laborious task of fighting with the seemingly endless layers of wet fabric. Claire tried to assist as much as possible, but she could hardly do more than stand up straight, and even that was a struggle. Her body seemed determined to fold in on itself, to curl around the vanishing core of heat. They had to physically unbend her arms themselves in order to extricate sleeves and the shoulders of her stays.

As they reached the final layers, Jamie’s heart raced madly. Christ, dinna look…Dinna look…DINNA look. She’s your friend, not to mention a guest, and above all, a lady. It wouldna do to think about how round and soft and—look AWAY, man!

She was down to just her shift, now. Jamie kept his eyes stubbornly on the top of her head, but he could see from the corners of his vision that it, too, was sodden, clinging right around the curves of her—

DA is watching ye. Brian Robert David Fraser is looking down on ye RIGHT NOW from heaven. What would he say about the thoughts you’re having? 

Ye ken just fine what he’d say, and grown man or no, he’d put you over the fence and tan yer hide while sayin’ it!

He suddenly became aware that he had been standing still as a stone, fists and eyes clenched tight. 

Thankfully, Murtagh had already saved him the agony of having to assist with the final steps of their task. In his usual no-nonsense way (though he, too, had been taking a pointed interest in the sky to the greatest extent possible), he had removed the shift and gotten the dry one over her head before Jamie opened his eyes again.

Jamie grabbed one of the blankets from Willie and wrapped it around her, grateful to put an additional barrier between them, for he didn’t think he could have taken any more. His balls were aching and he could feel his heart thudding against his chest. Could she hear it? Surely she could, and he blushed red at the thought of what else she might have picked up on.  

Claire’s body seemed unprepared for the sudden rush of warmth, for she staggered and fell full against him. He felt the scalding heat in his blood curdle into shame.  Here she is suffering and half-dead and you standing there thinking only about her—well, her—you ken what you’re thinking about, and you’ll have done with it at once. 

She truly was in a bad way. As he lowered her to the ground beside the fire, he could hear her murmuring things; in English, but an incoherent jumble of words. The blanket was a warm one, a fine, thick rug of wool, but she was still convulsing madly. She melted slowly down to lay lifeless on her side.

Tucking the blanket more securely around her, and swallowing the pang that arose at thought of leaving her side, Jamie made for his own tent to retrieve his spare shirt. It was the one that Dougal insisted on ripping open at every opportunity, so it was a ragged thing, but dry. 

As he hurried back to the group by the fire standing huddled—anxious— around Mistress Beauchamp, he heard Willie pipe up, a note of worry clear in his voice. “We should have her put the dry gown on, now, aye? Blanket or no, surely she canna be warm enough in only her shift?”

There was a general rumbling of assent at this, and one of the men went to retrieve the additional garments from the ground.

No!” Murtagh grunted sharply, gesturing to where she lay. “Can ye no’ see, she’s nearly got the freezing sickness? Can barely keep her eyes open, poor thing, nor speak in a straight line. She needs body heat.”

Dead silence

Fitting, for Jamie thought he would die right there on the spot.

Ned cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Erm…surely, we couldn’t dream of proposing such an impropriety to a lady. To think of…putting her in such…ah…of having her be with a man in…in the altogether.

“It wouldna be skin on skin, ye dolt,” Murtagh said, rolling his eyes. “We dinna want to be struck down from above. Shirt-to-shift, though, aye, we could dream of it, because otherwise we’ll be bringing Dougal back her frozen corpse come morning.”

Ned was still unconvinced, blustering in righteous indignation to cover his discomfort. “Surely blankets and—and—and hot food will be sufficient to bring her ‘round? I certainly don’t think—”

“Mur…s’right…” They all looked down, for it was Mistress Beauchamp who had spoken. “Got to…”  Her eyes were still heavy-lidded, but her eyes were earnest as she looked up …at Jamie.

Oh, Holy God.

Murtagh led all the men a few paces away, and murmured low. “It should be one of the young lads. This thing must be done, but I willna have her be indecently exposed to someone who’s lain wi’ hoors.” All eyes turned automatically to the two sole virgins in the party.

Our Father, who art in Heaven…

Jamie looked sharply over at Willie, who shook his head, wide-eyed and stepped back a pace. 

“Right then, lad,” Murtagh said, with a look that froze Jamie straight through (Christ, surely it was all written there all over his face). “Get to it, then.”

And forgive us our trespasses…

Slowly, Jamie walked back to the fire, chewing the insides of his cheeks in anxiety. Lead us not into temptation, aye? Ha! He was duty- and honor- bound to leap headfirst into the very pit of the stuff.

Trembling, he knelt beside her, speaking very softly, unable to meet her eye. “Will ye…will ye allow me to wa—” His throat went dry, damn it all, and he had to swallow before he could finish. “—W-warm ye, Mistress?” 

Was that a hint of a gleam that flashed across her eyes as he glanced up? No, just more shaking from the cold…surely. But she nodded her assent.

Murtagh brought a number of grain sacks from the wagon and created a kind of supportive stack for Jamie to lean against as he held her. That was good. Lying down with her would not be good. Lying down with her would be verra good.

Hail Mary…full of grace….

Jamie focused pointedly on prayer as he laid the rugs and furs down. If he was to be sitting up all night, may as well be comfortable. He shucked off his jacket, feeling very chilly in only his kilt and shirt, and sat down, and Murtagh immediately shoved a particularly stiff and scratchy blanket, folded neatly, into his face.

He tried to push it aside. “I dinna think we need another. We’ve got three blankets as it is to go overtop, and—”

“This one isna to keep ye warm, lad,” Murtagh muttered sardonically as he dropped it—still folded—squarely onto Jamie’s lap. A few moments later, he was lowering Claire onto the self-same lap, making the prudence of the extra blanket abundantly clear. 

Her back was laid flush against his chest, and he brought his arms around her middle to keep her from falling off. Even through her shift he could feel just how cold her body was, shaking violently. Murtagh carefully arranged the blankets atop them both, then shooed the others away to their tents. For better or worse, they had privacy, just the two of them.

Jamie breathed deeply and forced all thoughts from his mind except those of Claire, the important ones: what she needed; how he could hold himself to best pass his warmth into her. He could feel the tension in her body as surely as he could feel the shape of it. The rigors of cold, certainly, but perhaps also a tremor or two of fear? Little surprise, if so. He was afraid, too, terrified of this wonder he held in his arms; terrified to imagine what she was thinking right now; terrified of the fragility of it all—that her life was in his hands. 

Lord, he prayed earnestly, that my body may be enough; that I might keep her safe and well, this night.

He adjusted his hold so that his arms lay atop hers, and began chanting low to her in Gaelic; one of the old, long songs, a ballad of protection and certainty. 

A long time passed, a very long time, and more than once he felt his heart squeeze tight in agonizing fear that she was slipping away. 

But as the pocket of warmth around them began to take hold, she slowly began to relax; the shoulders uncurling from their hunch, the arms beginning to un-clutch from her chest. Her breathing began to resume a normal pace, and her neck relaxed, her head coming to rest finally and fully against his shoulder

“Thank you, Jamie,” she breathed. 

He exhaled himself, both from the sheer relief of hearing her normal cadence once more—still weak, but controlled—and at the novel sensation of her words literally resonating against his skin as she leaned against him. It sent a thrill through him that made him dizzy as he replied, “Think nothing of it, lass—that is—Mistress Beauchamp.”

“You can call me lass. You’ve done it before, hundreds of times.” She gave a tired little laugh. “And you did undress me today, after all.”

That is precisely why I shall be observing all the formalities I can call to mind, woman, he though. Unclenching his teeth, he cleared his throat. “Are ye warming up, then?”

“Slowly,” she said, voice still faint. “My hands are the worst part, still. I can b-barely feel them.” She paused for a moment. “Erm…may I?”

He didn’t know what she meant, but it didn’t matter. “As ye please, Mistress.” He was hers to do with as she wished. 

She shifted so that she was sitting sideways on his lap. She slipped her arms around him, one around the front and the other around his back, hugging him like a tree trunk and pressing both hands flat against him. “Ohhhh… much better…you’re so warm.”

“Aye…aye, I’m g-glad of it.” He was. But her new position made it so that he could now feel each round breast pressing against him as well, as heavy and full as–

Hail Murtagh—MARY—Hail Mary—full of grace…

At last, she fell asleep. He must have drifted off himself, for when he awoke some time later, all was still. Only the watchman was alert, and he deep into the whisky, his back just visible across the clearing in the moonlight.

He craned his neck to look down at her. God, she just felt so right, there, in his arms, her own holding him just as tight, her head nestled in the crook of his shoulder. She smelled of grass; sweet grass, like in the meadow at Lallybroch. She was molded to him in sleep, just like when she’d allowed him to comfort her at Leoch. Practically strangers they’d been, and yet, she’d curled against him and bared her grief to him, let him hold her and share her pain. The trust and intimacy there had been between them even then had staggered him…and now

“Ye do break my heart, mo nighean donn,” he whispered hoarsely, reaching out to trace the air above her brow. 

Suddenly, though he was certain he hadn’t touched her, Claire’s body tensed and she gave a—a moan? He sat—stunned—and gasped as she brought her hand up and touched his face, running her fingers back into his hair, cupping the base of his skull. She gave another—yes, Christ, it was a moan, and pulled herself tight against him, making him emit a sound of his own. Murtagh should have brought two extra blankets.

She wasn’t truly awake, for Jamie could see that her eyes weren’t even open; but God, how she moved, even out of consciousness. No longer deadened with cold: she was an ember, radiating energy and heat, ready to burn. She brushed her lips against his neck and exhaled, the hot breath raising gooseflesh down the length of his body. He could feel her close, so close, the thin layers of fabric between them seeming to melt away. He clutched her tight, wanting so badly to move his hands up, or down, both possibilities driving him mad with wanting: to twine his fingers in her hair and take her mouth to his; to have her straddle him so he could feel her, touch her, all of her. But he forced himself to remain still as she shuddered against him, to keep his hands squarely where they were on her back and shoulder. With her wedged so tight against him, undulating with apparent desire (Christ, would she be wet to his touch? he wondered, with a screaming, demanding ache in his balls), that grip was the only thing preventing him from losing all sense entirely.

All at once, she snapped her head up and locked eyes with him, her hands still on his face and neck, as if pulling herself up to him. They stared at one another, unblinking in the moonlight. He thought for a moment he saw something in her eyes…a smile? Then, before he could wonder further (or contemplate the notion of throwing her beneath him right there and then—and inviting the voice of Brian Fraser to go hang), she went limp as a rag doll and fell back against his shoulder, sound asleep once more. 

The whole occurrence couldn’t have lasted more than twenty seconds, but he was heaving as though he’d run twenty miles.

“Jesus Christ, Sassenach,” he wheezed, shifting his seat to ease his discomfort and looking down at her in a kind of feeble wonderment. “You’ll kill me for certain and damn me to hell all in one, before the night is out.”


Part Two 

anonymous asked:

sorry to bother you darksapphire senpai but I read on tora's sideblog that the BD version removed the blushes at the end of ep7 and it's irrational but I'm sad ;A;

Please Anon-kouhai, it’s never a  bother! :)

Omg! I haven’t seen that post, but I assume you mean the blushes during The Kiss, right? But whyyyyy >-<  You’re not being irrational, I get it.

Well, I haven’t seen what it actually looks like (you don’t happen to have a link or a screenshot to share?), but–

Whether it’s this scene here, or afterwards when they lie on the ice, I feel Yuuri at least should be totally blushing. He just performed an extremely difficult FS while on little to no sleep, he should be flushed with exertion at the very least. And afterwards, I LIVE for his delighted flush and widened eyes!

I’ll try not to take offence from Kubo&co (hmmph) that they’ve removed the blushes (or to start wondering whether the creators are trying to hint that it’s not the first kiss). I think they’re removing a lot of blushes on the whole, not just targeting this moment.

I mean, from what I’ve seen, the always-blushing-chicken-nugget Minami has been hit too!

This screenshot from @kukapanda’s blog of some side-by-side comparison scenes of TV and BD shows how much blushing they’ve removed from Minami.

Personally, I think as the creators were going through YOI with the intent to tidy it up and clean up artistic inconsistencies, they probably noticed all the blushing that goes on (it’s an anime!), and when you look at something, not to watch and enjoy it, but to specifically fix and edit, then something like that might seem too much all of a sudden. So… the result was some blushing purge, I guess? :(

But it’s Okay, Anon. I’m sure they’ve made it better as a whole. And of course, we have this new scene: ( gif from kukapanda)

Yuuri and Viktor actually practising together on the ice!! <3

internet-grab-my-tumblr  asked:

I have a mutt that's five years old. She's a good dog, but recently she's started barking more. She always gets excited when people walked by, but before she wouldnt bark at them, and now she does. She's always got hyper when we come home but recently has gotten louder. She knows to bark to be let in but now does so louder and more constantly. She's also started howling along with sirens. I wouldn't mind as much if the behavior wasnt such a sudden change...why is she barking more as she ages?

It’s likely not due to her getting older - she’s not old enough for age changes due to being a senior - but more likely that something triggering the behavior is either increasing or has changed, so the intensity of her response is increasing and/or changing with it. It may seem sudden but it might have been building for a while before getting annoying enough to draw your attention.

In Theory

Wonwoo Fluff/Slight College!Au

Word Count: 1823

Genre: Fluff


“Text me some time so we can set up a study schedule!” The obnoxiously cheery voice of your new peer tutor shrieked.

All you could do was respond with a light nod. Looking at the sticky note in your hand, you sighed as the excruciatingly peppy girl skipped out of the library. You regretted reaching out to her so deeply, but you couldn’t risk flunking the class. Luckily, your roommate set you up with that girl, and quite frankly she was the only person that would tutor you for free.

This is ridiculous,” You thought, “And all because my dumb ass had to take a music theory elective.

Eyeing the sticky note again, you quickly set up a contact for her in your phone. You then decided to send her a text, just letting her know who you were.

Hey,” The text read, “This is (Y/N). I’m gonna send the pic of my notes that you asked for. I hope this helps you gauge where we are in class :)

You snapped a picture of your the last page in your theory notebook, which was a notepad of manuscript paper. Half of the notepad was filled with actual notes and the back four pages were just full of pointless doodles and a song you heard on the radio that you decided to dictate.

You sent the picture to her, silently praying that she wouldn’t reply for at least an hour or so. But, almost right away, your phone buzzed. Her response to your text read,

Hi, I’m pretty sure you have the wrong number but that last chord you have written is an E flat minor not E flat diminished

Your eyebrows furrowed, you wondered how you could’ve possibly texted the wrong number. Could you have copied the number from the sticky note to your phone incorrectly?

Before you could come up with an answer though, your phone buzzed again.

Lol sorry that probably sounded super creepy but yeah I think you’ve got the wrong number

You laughed at the person’s reply. True, it was a bit odd that they responded to a wrong number text with a lesson in music theory, but it was also really funny.

Haha, don’t worry it’s not creepy,” You lied in your response, “This is gonna sound even creepier: do you know music theory? Because I need a tutor… And I would rather ANYONE than the girl I’m supposed to be texting right now.

Wow is she really that bad?” The person asked.

YES,” You answered, “So bad that I’d rather learn from a totally random stranger…

Heh well I’ve got 2 hours to kill in the car so… What do you wanna know?

Um, let’s start with your name…?

Oh! Yeah sorry my name is Wonwoo. Yours?

(Y/N). And thanks a lot for helping me. I know the circumstances are really strange…

Don’t mention it! I like to think I’m quite knowledgable in music theory so I’ll try to answer any questions you might have. Ask away! :)

And just like that, something sprouted. You didn’t know what it was, but it felt natural, like a new connection that you were excited to make. Talking to him felt… Normal? Even though he was obviously just a complete stranger and you had no idea why you kept talking to him, he was interesting. And intelligent. He actually did help a lot with your theory class. You ditched the peer tutor almost immediately after that day, and managed to ace the next test with Wonwoo’s guidance.

Although you hadn’t talked to him in a few days, you decided to text him again, to thank him for his help.

Hey! How was your day? I just wanted to let you know that I did well on my test! Thanks for your help :)

Unexpectedly, Wonwoo did something that he usually never did. He responded right away, and with a text that was also rather unusual.

That’s great!! I’m so happy for you :) and this might seem pretty sudden but do you wanna video chat? I’m gonna have to spend some time waiting so if you’ve got nothing to do we could talk on facetime…

You weren’t doing anything particularly important; you were merely sat in your bedroom wasting time on the internet. Even still, you were a bit iffy about video chatting with Wonwoo. Maybe a bit unreasonably though, as you had been texting him for weeks without knowing anything about him, besides that he likes theory.

Um… Sure, why not?” You replied, although you were still a little unsure of the idea.

You braced yourself for this moment, sighing audibly as your phone began buzzing again, this time with a facetime notification.

You answered the call, the phone screen revealing two boys. They both seemed to be wearing makeup, one of them looked slightly older and had darker hair, the younger-looking boy had fuller cheeks and bleached hair. As your image appeared on their screen, all four of their eyes widened, in what you could only imagine was surprise. Though you hoped they were pleasantly surprised.

“Um, hi,” You started, rather awkwardly, “Is one of you Wonwoo?”

The two boys both paused for a minute, before the older responded, “I am.”

His voice was very deep, although it sounded as if he was trying very hard to make it sound that way.

“Oh, hi, Wonwoo.” You waved to the camera with a shy smile.

The younger of the two chimed in, “My name is Mingyu! I’m Wonwoo’s friend.”

“Hi, I’m (Y/N).” You greeted Mingyu.

At this time, you noticed that there were numerous other people walking around in the background. Some of them were women; slightly older-looking than Wonwoo and Mingyu. There were also other boys in the room, some older-looking and some younger-looking. One particularly handsome boy sitting in the background caught your attention. He sat idly on the couch behind Wonwoo and Mingyu, but when he looked up, he saw Wonwoo holding the phone and came rushing to him.

“What are you doing?” Asked the boy who was reading, giving Wonwoo a quick flick to the side of the head.

“Seokmin, get out of here!” Wonwoo exclaimed.

Mingyu seemed to be laughing very hard, as the boy Wonwoo called “Seokmin” took the phone. Wonwoo and Mingyu got up, allowing Seokmin to sit in their place. He examined the phone screen, perhaps checking the caller ID. As soon as he saw it, his eyes too widened.

“(Y/N)?” He asked, his voice sounding genuinely deep.

“Hello? Your name is Seokmin right?” You asked, not sure what to make of the situation.

He simply laughed in response, “No, my friends over there were just messing around. Their names are Seokmin and Seungkwan, mine is Wonwoo.”

You nodded in understanding, but quickly, as you didn’t want the conversation to go silent for too long.

“Oh, well, it’s nice to finally meet you.” You offered another shy smile.

He sent you one in return, blushing slightly, “Uh, yeah, sorry about those guys. I guess they were bored. We’re supposed to be waiting in here for a while so they were probably just trying to kill some time.”

“Oh yeah, I wanted to ask where you were, but I didn’t want to seem creepy.” You replied with an airy chuckle.

“Don’t worry about it,” He laughed, though it was clear that he was still a bit awkward, “If we didn’t say so much creepy stuff, we wouldn’t even know each other.”

“Well, I guess that is true. So, where are you and your friends?”

“Right now, we’re in a waiting room at Music Bank. There’s pretty much nothing to do here.”

“Music Bank? Are you guys watching the performances?”

“No… We’re in a performance.”

Your mouth dropping slightly and your eyes bursting from their sockets, you asked, “Which performance? Are you in a band?”

“Yeah, I’m in a band called Seventeen. We’re still kind of new, but, I’d say we’re decently popular. Though we’re obviously not popular enough, since some people still don’t know who we are.”

He raised one eyebrow playfully, pretending to be mad at you. You couldn’t help but feel your head heat up, this time a pink blush spreading across your cheeks. All this time you’d been talking to someone, and you hadn’t even realized that they were famous? That’s embarrassing, to say the least.

Wonwoo must have sensed your discomfort, as he chuckled slightly, “Hey, don’t sweat it. You know now.”

“Yeah, I guess. But I feel a little bad that I didn’t at least know Seventeen. Wasn’t it kind of weird when I didn’t recognize your name? You must’ve thought I was so clueless.”

“No, not at all. It was actually kind of nice talking to someone that only knew me as a person, not as an idol. It was really refreshing.”

“Oh, well, I’m glad I could… Refresh you?”

Both of your heads immediately hung; yours in regret and his in laughter. Your cheeks flushed pink again, as your shoulders shuddered and cringed.

“I’m so sorry,” You apologized while laughing, “This whole time we’ve been talking has just been a series of me acting really creepy. I swear I’m less awkward in person.”

Wonwoo paused for a moment. He seemed to be thinking about something. But almost immediately after the idea came to his head, he visibly disregarded it, snapping himself out of his thoughts and focusing on the conversation again.

He opened his mouth to speak, but you spoke before him, “What were you thinking about?”

He instinctively smiled, realizing you’d managed to read his facial expressions perfectly.

“What you said… That you’re less awkward in person… Would you want to talk in person someday?” He asked.

The thought had crossed your mind, though you hadn’t thought about it seriously before, as you had no idea what Wonwoo looked like or what he would be like to talk to.

“I don’t see why not.” You agreed timidly.

Earning another smile from Wonwoo, the both of you went on to discuss when and where to meet. After a while of chatting, he informed you that the band was called to go onstage, though his beaming expression never dulled. You hung up the video call, pausing for a moment to process what had just happened. The moment wasn’t very long-lived though, as you suddenly remembered something, and raced to the TV to turn on KBS.

On your screen, was none other than Wonwoo and his band. You could even recognize Seokmin and Seungkwan as they performed their song. When it came time for Wonwoo’s solo, your eyes became glued to him, and you noticed that he still wore the same smile as when he talked to you.

Maybe texting the wrong number isn’t that bad,” You thought, “I didn’t think we’d share the same interests, but we did: in theory.

-Written by Admin Cali

hello everyone! i know this might seem very sudden and unexpected but for personal reasons i’ve decided to leave this blog and go on a permanent hiatus. i have been going through some tough stuff in my private life for a long time now and the truth is. dealing with that while running a blog is getting rlly tiring for me, so i thought the best thing to do would be to disconnect from everything and take some time for myself. i still don’t know if im gonna delete this blog or keep it for memories but i just wanted to let you all know.

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Post-BBMAs Dedication Post

Dear BTS,
Yesterday was a historical day, you and us, created together. A really happy occasion but can be an overwhelming one too. I don’t want to make this sound sad, what I want is to let you see the journey we went through before yesterday and why it was so meaningful, emotionally meaningful to us, especially to all 7 of you. 

What brought you to this pedestal was not us, it was you, your dream, your passion, your drive, your hard work, your love. All we did was support you in ways that we can—voting.  In the first place, we wouldn’t be able to do so if BTS were not nominated. It was all down to 7 of you.

Now more people in the world will recognize you, not only as someone cool and nice but as SOMEONE WHO MADE HISTORY. A group so amazing it broke all barriers and paved way for something big—-somewhere no one has reached before.

Everything right now might seem to good to be real, the sudden recognition around the world——every news outlet, everyone seems to be talking about BTS. We don’t know how long will it last, but we will try our best to make sure that this is just the beginning for bigger opportunities for you.

And this new found fame, will surely give us more happiness, more achievements, more moments together! But also more obstacles to conquer. There might be more hate, more criticism and more conflicts but we’ll always be with you.

We are ready to take on this new journey with all 7 of you, because we love you, as much as you love us. Probably even more.

It doesn’t really matter if we love you more, or at least we think we do. We’ll continue to love you unconditionally, whether you are aware of our existence as a person or not. It is enough for us to cheer from afar and see you soaring high—knowing that we have been part of your success, even just a little.

Someday, maybe SOON, you and I will hear random people on the streets say

“I’ve seen a wonderful group and they’re called BTS”.

And I, we, will know that we made it. We did it. 

How many times did you thank us yesterday? Countless times.

All of it sounded so sincere. Even in between shows, you made time for us, ensuring we know how much you appreciated our support, not even once did you claim the honor for yourself, you repeated again and again “It’s all thanks to ARMY”. 

This will be your greatest difference from all other artists, your genuine love for us. That humbleness that never change. You will always be our singer, our BTS. And we will always be your support, your ARMY.

Till the end.

Your time may pass, and these things might become just a faded memory but it will be kept in our hearts forever. That on 21st May 2017, the first ever KPOP group stood in front of all international artists, the resounding of screams, the standing ovation, the speech, the history made—-is a story to be passed down for generations to come. To motivate. To inspire.

Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Jeon Jungkook——–You are not just a small piece of the puzzle. Your very existence is so huge it affected our lives in ways you will never imagine. You inspired us, helped us, comforted us, brought us so much joy and happiness. SAVED US.

Lastly, when I, we, hear the word “Hwayang Yeonhwa”, to us, it means BTS.


Because every memory we had, and will have with you, is The Most Beautiful Moment in Our Lives.

Always.


Love,
Louise

When in Rome || Chapter Six || A Nocturnal Extravaganza

“It is a truth… that a wish for peace is no guarantee of its real presence, just as a sense of caution is no guarantee of any true danger.”

Fandom: Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries
Characters: Phryne Fisher & Jack Robinson
Rating: T
Genre: Mystery, Romance

The opera! Things unravel a little more decidedly as villains - and dresses - are revealed. Have a read at AO3, if you have a moment!

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anonymous asked:

How the hosts would ask their s/o to move in with them?

Tamaki: He would be nervous, at first. He’d be certain that they’d say yes, but it wouldn’t stop his nerves from shooting up. He’d gently take them aside, holding onto both of their hands as he said, “we’ve been together for a while now, and I’d really like it if you could stay here with me. If it’s not too soon, of course.”

Kyoya: It’d be something that was on his mind for a while. He would’ve worked out all the pros and cons already, finding this to be the most suitable choice. Surprisingly enough, right before he asked them he’d feel a little nervous. He’d smile though, casually telling them, “we’ve been together for a while, it’s only natural that we live together, right?”

Hikaru: He wouldn’t know the words to say at first. It’d constantly be on his mind and he’d feel a little awkward about it. His s/o would realize this, expressing their concern, before his cheeks flushed and he bashfully admitted, “I want you to live with me, okay?”

Kaoru: He’d hope that his s/o would be excited to hear this. He’d be a little worried that he was jumping the gun, but he’d still want to be honest about his feelings. He’d smile a little before saying, “I know this might seem sudden, but I’d be really happy if you moved in with me. Would that make you happy too?”

Mori: He wouldn’t exactly be nervous, but he’d still be a little worried about something going wrong. Nonetheless, while the two were cuddling, he’d bring the subject up. “I really enjoy spending this time with you,” he’d tell them. “But I think it’d be better if you stayed here permanently.” 

Honey: He’d be bursting to tell them from the moment the idea entered his head. He’d probably come out with it not too long after, smiling as he told them, “I had a great idea! You know how much you like coming over? Well, what if you didn’t have to? You should just move in with me! It’ll be like the sleepover that never stops.”

anonymous asked:

how do you know whether you're going to door slam someone suddenly ?

Okay, let’s talk about the doorslam! While it might seem sudden from an outside perspective, to me (the infj) it’s never sudden, it’s a long time coming. And it’s a deliberate choice to cut them out of my life. I tend to be very forgiving, especially the more I care about someone. If a doorslam is coming it’s because I have already forgiven someone many times, and they continue take advantage of that and to hurt me. The final straw, essentially, is realizing that keeping this person in my life will only continue to cause me harm. I have only really done this once, with an abusive ex boyfriend. And even then, it was a couple months after the break up when I realized that allowing him to still contact me was allowing him to continue to hurt and control me. In general - I’m very forgiving, and even if someone upsets me for a while, I’m not likely to doorslam and cut them out forever.

@absolutely-peachy has finally returned !

“Welcome back, Peach.” 

It was quite rare for her to invite herself over, to the princess’s castle no less. It seemed Peach had returned from her trip from afar, and she was going to go investigate it. In hopes of it being true. And perhaps some advice or some tips for any future travels the princess may take.

Her appearance might have been sudden, and seemingly out of nowhere, but she seemed to have a tale to tell her peachy pink friend. Of course, it’d be rude for her to actually jump the gun on her tale before asking about how Peach had been. 

“I trust you’ve been well? How was your trip?”

irrepressiblenaiad  asked:

oh my god in the same vein as the tendril stroking was the scene in black powder war a couple of pages into chapter two what I think it was

[in reference to this post] I actually went and got my book to look this one up and omg yes it’s the ~nice smooth river rocks~ scene. 

“Did you have a pleasant bathe?” he asked, changing the subject.

Oh, yes; those rocks were very nice,” Temeraire said, wistfully, “though not quite as agreeable as being with Mei.”

Lung Quin Mei, a charming Imperial dragon, had been Temeraire’s intimate companion in Peking; Laurence had feared since their departure that Temeraire might privately be pining for her. But this sudden mention seemed a non-sequitur; nor did Temeraire seem very love-lorn in his tone. Then Granby said, “Oh, dear,” and stood up to call across the camp “Mr. Ferris! Mr. Ferris, tell those boys to pour out that water, and go and fetch some from the stream instead, if you please.”

“Temeraire!” Laurence said, scarlet with comprehension.

“Yes?” Temeraire looked at him, puzzled. “Well, do you not find it more pleasant to be with Jane, than to—”

Laurence stood up hastily, saying, “Mr. Granby, pray call the men to dinner now,” and pretended not to hear the unsteady stifled mirth in Granby’s voice as he said “Yes, sir,” and dashed away.

Black Powder War, ch 2, pg 39-40

…aviators laughing at Laurence for being a prude is absolutely the most hysterical part of these books.

everyone, you should read the napoleonic dragons books if you have not already. just look at the gems contained within. dragons innocently talking to uptight british gentlemen about masturbation. I mean really. what more could you want from your literature. 

Our Secret Meetings:Part 2

Yeah, I continued this a while back, sorry I kept it away from you guys ^^’. (This too should have a prompt cover soon…) IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE FIRST ONE, I SUGGEST GOING TO THE BOTTOM AND CLICKING THE LINK…Thank you

“Ya know, Sonic…” Tails shifted on the couch, facing Sonic with a smug grin. “I haven’t seen you hanging around here much lately. It’s like…something else has suddenly gotten your attention now. And you seem…happier than usual.”


Sonic turned away from the TV and gave Tails a nonchalant stare. “I don’t know what you’re talkin about, little buddy.” He sat back and crossed his arms behind his head, lifting his feet up to rest on the table.


“Sonic, you can’t fool me. I’m your pal. I know you better than anyone. And I know something is definitely goin on with you…is it…a girl?” Tails asked slyly, leaning towards him with his fingers twiddling each other.


Sonic raised a brow and opened one eye to look at him. “A girl? Really, Tails? Do I look like I have time for girls?” He scoffed.


Tails frowned and leaned back, disappointed that he might’ve been wrong…or so he thought. “Hm, if you say so.” He jumped off the couch and went to the door before turning around. “Just know…I’m watching you.” He said while pointing two fingers back and forth to his eyes and Sonic.


“Yeah, okay, that’s great, buddy. See ya.” Sonic said quickly and sarcastically.
Tails eyed him before walking out the door. As soon as the door closed, Sonic jumped up and tapped a button on his wrist communicator. He waited for a few seconds before it made a static sound and a beep.


‘Yeeees?’


“Heya, cutie. Are ya busy?”


'Not too busy for you~. What’s up?’

“Heh, well…um…let’s just say our little secret might not be so secret for long.”

’…What? What’s that supposed to mean?’

“Well, I didn’t think Tails would be able to pick up on it so easily, but he-”

'OR you’re probably just being super obvious…’

“…Okay, let’s not go pointing fingers here. Tails is a super genius! I’m sure it’s just his smarts pickin’ up on it.”

’…Yeah, I’m sticking with my theory.’

Sonic glared at the wrist com’ for a few seconds before speaking. “Whatever. Look, if he catches on, we’ll be in some pretty hot water…I hate water.”

'Sonic, relax. I think I know a way to get him off your back. You’ll have to do some more acting. Think you can pull it off?’

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The Deadliest Places To Live On The Planet

The human capacity to survive in even the most dangerous situations can be fairly astonishing.

But because fact is often as strange as fiction, we’ve decided to collect the deadliest places in the world still inhabited by humans. You won’t believe what people are prepared to put up with, in order to have a place to call home…

Yakutsk 

Where Is It: Russia

Why It’s Deadly: Officially the coldest permanently inhabited settlement in the world, the Village of Oymyakon can hit temperatures of -51c during the day. Not that you’d know it was the daytime during the winter months, with just 15 hours of sunshine hitting the area in the whole of December.

Sudden Danger Rating: 6/10. Though double those odds if you have to make any kind of long trip on foot. No matter how many fur coats you pile on, the cold air is merciless and will get you in the end. In Yakutsk a snowball game can feel as deadly as a gunfight.

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Words and Actions

In the episodes ‘Kiss of Death’ (2.20) and ‘Kelso’s Serenade’ (2.21), Jackie easily turns to Hyde for comfort when it comes to her break up with Kelso. But in 'Kelso’s Serenade’ it escalates into something more when Jackie actually turns to Hyde and kisses him.
It might seem kind of sudden, these abrupt feelings Jackie has for Hyde. But upon further thought, it actually makes sense. I could be putting thoughts into Jackie’s head, but perhaps her break-up with Kelso had her realizing that there’s a difference between actually caring about someone and just saying you care.
In 'Kelso’s Serenade’, both Kelso (and Fez) make a show of telling Jackie how important she is, and how much they care about her. But they have done nothing to actually prove they mean this. Meanwhile, Hyde spent the whole day with Jackie, listening to her problems and doing his best to make her feel better. He never once has to tell her he cares because he proved it in his actions.
I think Jackie has realized this, and maybe this contributes to her seemingly sudden feelings for Hyde. In 'Kiss of Death’ she doesn’t fully understand; she just knows she can trust Hyde. But then in 'Kelso’s Serenade’ she consciously realizes the difference between words (Kelso/Fez) and actions (Hyde). And that’s why she chooses Hyde.

melting-in-feels  asked:

I'm also excited but nervous for Leo's role in the dark prophecy bc on one hand there is so much potential for development and Rick can fix everything but he also could ruin Leo's character more?! I think ultimately I'm happy that it seems like Leo's a main character bc he's my favorite. But I also don't rlly ship Caleo so we'll see how that goes. Gahh I'm so anxious about that. XD sorry for ranting I saw ur tags on the Leo art you reblogged.

It’s definitely gonna be an interesting book. Back when The Trials of Apollo were first announced, I figured he and Calypso would return, but I truly believed it would be just a cameo. I never anticipated that they would be playing such a main, big, and pivotal role in the series. 

Now that it looks clear they will be, I’m really really excited, but also a little cautious. I know I’m in the minority here, but I never had a big problem with Leo’s character in BoO, so I’m not looking for redemption or anything like that…but I am curious to see how he’s developed further.

As for Caleo, I ship it mediocrely. I saw it coming from a mile away; once Riordan announced she’d be in HoO, I knew even from the SoN era that Leo would end up finding Ogygia. Maybe because of that, it didn’t seem as sudden or forced as I can imagine it might seem for other readers? Not sure. 

In either case, I think there’s definitely some foreshadowing for trouble in paradise. During the tail end of The Hidden Oracle, after Leo/Calypso/Festus return and they’re talking about what comes next, Apollo notes that Leo seems a bit anxious and on edge regarding Calypso’s thoughts of returning to the world. Apollo notes that Leo’s probably wrestling with a lot of responsibility. She left the island for him, and now the three of them are about to embark on an extremely dangerous quest. That dynamic could prove to be catastrophic, and I’m intrigued to see how it’s dealt with!

Sousuke's Shoulder Injury Explained

If you haven’t seen episode 8 yet (from 2 weeks ago), turn back now! Spoilers ahead!
 
The end of episode 8 revealed that Sousuke’s been having some trouble with a shoulder injury. We’ve noticed some fans and reviewers commenting that this seemed like a very sudden revelation. You might find it interesting that it’s actually been foreshadowed quite a bit from the beginning!


 Here are some screenshots—as early as episode 2, we see Sousuke rolling his left shoulder, which he ends up doing a lot before matches, but he never rolls his right. There’s also a moment where the camera pauses on him grabbing it—pretty innocuous at first, but in hindsight it’s rather ominous.

It’s also worth noting that whenever he works out—like he does here in episode 7—he’s only shown working his right arm, with the sleeve rolled up. Perhaps it’s part of his rehabilitation?
 


It’s a pretty interesting little detail! We only realized it because we’ve been rewatching the show so many times… (=´▽`)ゞ(which you can totally do now at funimation.com/free~) We hope you feel better, Sousuke!