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i'm actually not sure if oikawa would ever apologize to kageyama for almost taking his head off That One Time™️ because i feel like it could go either way (he has moved on, leave it in the past, no need to bring up the shame and anger and guilt and the frustration of not being first, take it as a lesson learned and continue step-by-step forward OR he wants to confront what almost was, wants kageyama to know that he truly wholeheartedly respects him now, sees him as a proper equal and someone he cares for) but i DO think it'd be funny as fuck if oikawa for some reason brings it up like "hey remember that time i almost punched the hell out of you" and kageyama just pauses, squints at him, and goes "you what"
izuru saying something to hajime from the back of their shared headspace while hajime’s having a conversation with someone and hajime not being able to suppress his visible reaction to it and eventually everyone just learns to pick up on when izuru’s talking to him because hajime cannot for the life of him hide it. whenever hajime just randomly starts frowning and looks away slightly from whoever he’s talking to theyre like “omg what did that bitch tell you this time ‼️”
obsessed with the izzy vs everyone height difference, but esp steddyhands coded
like. izzy, who‘s still so deeply caught in fighting all these battles against parts of him the world deems unworthy. for whom his stature and bearing were hardwon battles fought over years, who can’t shake the echo of bigger, stronger men always zeroing in on him as the easy target - for any number of things, height, weight, voice, a thousand others - and who’s always fought these battles violently and relentlessly
and the only person he’s ever had anything approximating positive feelings about being bigger than him was ed, who used to say it was cute the way he could wrap himself around all of izzy and then some, and rest his chin atop his head to annoy him out of doing work, and who stopped touching him at all somewhere along the line (they’re working on that, these days)
who has all of this rushing in to bite him squarely in the ass when he finds himself one day dragged away and hefted up into stede bonnet’s toned???? arms away from a barfight, mind suddenly empty and frozen mid-calling someone a cunt, just.
well, ed used to do stuff like this, sometimes, before he fucked his knee. stuff that never failed to get izzy’s blood pumping and them both nearly stabbed with distraction, and stede fucking bonnet, gentleman pirate is quite frankly the last person izzy thought he’d be having this second revelation with this late in life, is all
but. oh. he’s staring up at the ponce, going on about something or other how smashing bottles over people’s heads isn’t a civilized way of solving disputes, and if izzy was thinking clearly he might say that it’s a sight more civilized than gutting them which he might’ve done instead, but is he ever not
because he’s been summarily deposited on the small brick wall outside, and bonnet is looming over him with both hands braced either side of izzy’s hips, and his brain is receiving exactly none of the words stede is sending, cause-
This has never been a problem before, but then, the Doctor has never had a companion whose legs were so tiny.
One moment, Amelia is on his heels. The next, he looks back to see her at the end of the hallway. His screwdriver is in one hand, unlocking the door, but she won’t make it.
The Doctor careens back down the hall, screwdriver between his teeth as he scoops her up, and runs.
A bolt of energy clips his ear. He tucks Amelia’s head down.
“You need longer limbs,” he tells her, “or heelys.” Amelia, safe and sound, laughs.
it’s becoming excruciatingly clear to me that a lot of people on twitter have not been around long enough to see their kpop boys enlist. i’m sad too, but the drama, omg. let me stay off twitter today, cause some of y’all be doing the most 😭
just reread the mortal instruments for the first time in like seven (?) years and like it's fine and all but the concept would've been so much more interesting in the hands of a queer author
Sunder seems like he'd be the kind of parent letting his kid get into dangerous situations because, eh, they can handle it. Good lesson.
Meanwhile Froid is sitting in his armchair, smoking a cyberpipe while reading the latest journal to see if Rung has dared to make an appearance.
Froid's still obsessed with trying to maintain superiority over Rung.
Sunder's plan is interesting because considering how incredibly curious and not so much intelligent little kids are... Ouch.
This child is going to have so many issues, better book the therapy sessions with Rung now.
i am now imagining family therapy involving Froid, Sunder, their kid / any of their kids, and with Rung as the lead therapist because no Froid you can't be both get off the floor
it’s finally getting cold enough that i can bring my cardigan collection back into rotation without feeling like i’m gonna melt into a puddle the second i step outside!!!
“I’m not used to people sticking around when things go bad.”
“Welcome home.”
this is a super rough sketch and i’m not sure if i’ll finish it any time soon bc this was a lot harder than i expected lol but god ... i do love them and the way they look at each other