I like to think Error would take pinkie promises very seriously.
I mean, think about it. You’re asking him not only to promise you something, but to initiate physical contact as well?! Oh boy, you better hold up your end of the promise or he will have trouble ever trusting you again.
*Interlocks pinkies*
Error: Congratulations, this promise has now become a legally binding contract!
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The downside to finally becoming a big enough name to go on talk shows is that I'm a giant fucking dork, so all the talking points from the hosts are about the things I like that are very specific, and unusual, and get a lot of odd looks from the other guests and audience. And now everybody who watches Graham Norton knows about my Christmas village Nimlet. Hi, I'm Jack Lowden, I'm 33, and I still get excited about putting together my village every December. @hfrpstarters
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Okay, yeah so. I know this is probably a concerning thing you're talking about or whatever, Solomon, but I can't pay attention because-
What in God's name are you wearing??? And why am I lowkey jealous?!?
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Karasu and control
I've been thinking about this for a while, and this part of Hiori's novel (previous reblog) just brought it back to my attention.
Karasu really likes to control things. I'm not saying he's a control freak, of course, but he certainly likes to feel a safe base beneath his feet. You can see this in his play style (when he gathers all the available information and acts only after that; his choice of France) and his fear of water (if I remember correctly, the thing that scares him the most in it is the unknown). AND also from the whole Marisa (his childhood crush) story (assuming it's true lol) - he's not the type to rush into anything: neither in relationships nor hobbies. I don't think he would have chosen to join Blue Lock if he wasn't really sure in his abilities. He's really mature about things like that.
I was thinking in the context of him probably going to university (data analysis please!) in addition to his sports career, since he seems like a really rational guy when it comes to serious stuff? He gives Hiori some great advice about not wasting his time on something he doesn't like, Ego mentions that his greatest skill is his analytical ability - he never acts because-he-just-feels-it, he was the one who argued with the referee in the U-20 game about Rin's injury (so responsible!), and generally acts very logically (except for the whole Hiori and his legs theme lol). I don't think he would be able to fully relate on the sport, he certainly knows about the statistics of failures and broken careers.
He loves football, of course, but he is really right about "people who only play football can't become great players". But that's more because for Karasu, it's unrealistic to be stable (which is sometimes a deciding point in the game) when your whole life depends on it. When everything relies on you winning. Karasu really has a glimpse of Snuffy's philosophy in that, and it's great to see that in the character: Failing at one thing doesn't say anything about you. And you should always be more than one thing to have the right mental balance.
That's what makes him so strong - not that he'll never fail. Of course one day he will.
But rather the knowledge that he has done everything to be stable in case of failure; that any possible failure will not ruin his life.
Because he has made sure that his back is covered.
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The Sun’s Rays are Gentle
Set in the Biting the Hand that Feeds AU
A drabble for an artfight attack for @xitsensunmoon !!!!!
in which you and sun slow dance in your kitchen, which has no romantic implications. obviously.
It was your day off today.
And when you wake up a blissful 2 later hours than usual, you feel as if the angels came down from the heavens and kissed you on the forehead. Saving lives is hard work and sometimes living your own life was hard enough so having a break was like being in paradise. In fact, you are so rejuvenated that you practically skip down the stairs and beeline to the kitchen to have a homecooked breakfast.
Your favorite: fluffy pancakes with maple syrup and butter, with some eggs and bacon on the side. A meal fit for a king, but you suppose it will have to settle for being eaten by the royal doctor. As you hum a popular radio tune, you haul your ingredients out from the fridge and collect your measuring cups (and thanking/congratulating your past self for buying ingredients earlier in the week). It was serene, and even idylic in a weird way.
"Friend! You're finally awake!"
Ah, right you live with celestial-themed animatronic vampires. You had almost forgotten.
"Hey Sun," you replied with a half-smile, "Sorry 'bout that. I have my day off today, so I guess my body was happy to take up the time."
Sun perks up at the mention of " day off " and he grins, terrifying fangs and all. "Really?! I would have thought you would work yourself to death before getting a break!"
You flip over the pancakes as you roll your eyes: "Ha, ha." Sun grimaces at the food you're making, which you think is ridiculous. You would think a vampire wouldn't be as critical of what others eat, but then again these roommates of yours were always surprising you.
Sun in one swift motion, scoops you into his arms which earns him a yelp from you as you unceremoniously drop your spatula: "Hey!"
"Relaaax darling!" He drawls, as he begins to sway you to a nonexistent song. You'd never danced much before, but you were quite certain he was waltzing with you. After your recovered from your daze, you realize you are pressed up against Sun's stomach with your hands in his as he leads the two of you in a slow dance.You gaze up wide eyed as Sun's rays spin in glee coupled with his signature grin. What is it with vampires and no sense of personal space?
Despite your many, many half-hearted protests, Sun continues to twirl you around (it's in these moments you are reminded of his wildly superior strength) as he chats about his and Moon's latest shenanigans of which you aren't entirely sure are true. Statements ranged from: "We met a werewolf out in the woods!" to "Did you know unicorns bleed rainbow? I sure didn't!" filled the room but regardless of their truth you smiled and even laughed a bit.
And...it was kind of fun. Sun's chatter was comforting, and so was his physical presence. It didn't really matter what he talked about to you, really. It just mattered that he was here in front of you.
Then came to you, as you danced with Sun across your tile kitchen floors ("You're a natural!" was said right before you almost tripped and ate shit) a dangerous thought. You could get used to this. Everyday, a morning waltz with your strange and mystical roommate.
You look up. Sun's looking at you with a longing gaze, something you aren't used to seeing from him. He doesn't change his expression at all as you scruntize him. If anything, the gaze gets more intense. And then...as if something was going to happen....you smell something funny.
"Fuck the pancakes!"
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