#iOS 8

[complicatedbutchic]

If someone has a folder with these apps on their phone ... run away.

[ashinaisshin]

Castle Keep・Castlevania: Symphony of the Night (1997), dev. Konami

[icyowl]

12:29, a Soshiro Hoshina sick-fic drabble

Pairing: Soshiro Hoshina x reader

Synopsis: teeny tiny drabble with Hoshina and the ever-popular sick fic trope. 700 words.

A/N: I'm sorry about being a little MIA. I've been going through various things since Jan. and for the first time in my life I'm critiquing my writing to the point of being unable to produce anything. Trying to get slowly back into the groove by writing this lil' guy. I promise I'm still here!

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“At ease, soldier.” Soshiro said to you as he passed, grinning and relaxed.

“Yes, sir.” You replied, masking your grimace as a smile. Thankfully, he mistook the listless look in your eyes for fondness. Soshiro continued on his way, mind occupied with last night’s rendezvous and how the warmth of your head had felt on his shoulder. If he could ensure no intrusions, he’d do it again right now. He would have to settle for another time.

Soshiro reminisced as he left you behind, your smile and his hand in yours and the way you laughed still on his mind. The base’s halls hadn’t felt nearly as dark or musty since the two of you had started your. . . thing. He might have to advise the captain to get her own relationship; maybe she’d liven up a little.

The sound of someone falling had him rapidly backtracking, coming around the corner to find you sitting slumped against the grimy wall. He hurried over, calling your name, and saw how the dreamy look in your eyes had become languid. Where he’d placed his hand on your back felt unreasonably warm even through the fabric of your suit.

You wouldn’t lift your head to talk to him. Your voice had given in and become hoarse. “I’m okay, sir. Just a little under the weather.”

Soshiro put his palm on your forehead, scowling at the temperature. “Put your arm over my shoulder. I’m taking you to your room.”

“I’m okay—”

“That’s an order.”

You didn’t have much else to say to that. The short journey to your room was spent trying to power through the nausea pulling at your stomach and the embarrassment flooding your face; Soshiro should not be seeing you like this. Your condition was making you walk far too slow for your liking but you didn’t dare stress your upset stomach. If only you could get to your room faster, hide away from his penetrative gaze, but your energy was somewhere far away from your physical body. With every step you worried you’d trip.

“Why didn’t you call in sick?” Soshiro asked.

“While everyone else is doing work?” You had to admit, the others’ resolve was a little infectious. Kafka’s motivational speeches and Shinomiya’s natural talent had given you something to strive for. If a man with absolutely no battle prowess could persevere, then your silly little cold didn’t seem like much of an excuse.

“Rest is important.” He replied.

You wiped the sweat from your forehead, “don’t pretend you don’t sneak out for late night practice.”

Soshiro stopped at your room. “I’m not running a fever,” he pushed open the door. It wasn’t far to your bed, thankfully, and you slouched onto it like a shameless drunk. Your shaky arms could hardly hold you upright but at least you could catch a few wheezy breaths. Soshiro’s hand was on your forehead again, occasionally dipping down to your cheeks and neck while he looked over your pale skin. Your struggling breaths were only break in the otherwise quiet room.

“I just need some sleep,” you tried, “I’ll take a nap and be back in a couple of hours.”

“A nap isn’t going to get rid of that fever.” He sang. Before you could say anything he’d already gone towards the bathroom. It gave you time to try and calm your heartrate. The one-man-army that was Soshiro was tending to your sniffles with the same xx he had against kaiju. As if your germs were evil little kaiju themselves. He came back, damp washcloth in hand, and sat on your flimsy, creaky single cot. “Lay back,” he said, hand rising to push at your sternum. Much to your dismay, you gave in under the slightest pressure. Not that there was anyway of fighting him off, anyhow.

“Soshiro—”

“Do I need to pin you down?”

That got your attention. “N-No.”

You couldn’t ignore the heaven that spread across your skin when he placed the washcloth to your sweltering skin. Finally, after suppressing the coughs, sweltering away in your combat suit all morning, and fighting off the dizziness and chills, you let yourself relax. A belly-deep sigh left you in a long rush. If your eyes weren’t covered, you see Soshiro smiling faintly. Genuinely.

[bernard-the-rabbit]

The Italian icon M¥SS KETA dropped a song called "les miserables" and now I can only think about italian!grantaire just running on coffee, a cig, a stale granola bar and M¥SS KETA music

[elenascrive]

Io sono quello che sono e a chi non vado a genio, problema suo. Sono convinta che essere Donna dotata ad esempio di una buona dose di femminilità, non sia soltanto una questione d’immagine, di come Ti pettini, Ti trucchi, quali scarpe indossi, se volteggi, se fai gli occhietti dolci. La femminilità per me è una questione più interiore, se vogliamo di carattere. Per come la vedo Io essere femminile significa essere gentile e cortese con gli altri, specialmente verso coloro che soffrono. Significa affascinare attraverso i gesti e le parole. Essere femminile significa non sorridere solamente con gli occhi ma soprattutto con l’anima. Significa essere dotati di sensibilità acuta che Ti porta a non dare niente e nessuno per scontato. Essere femminile significa dare sfogo alla propria dolcezza, al proprio istinto materno che Ti porta a sorridere di gioia quando incontri un bambino per strada. Quando vedi lo sguardo di un cane impaurito. Quando arrossisci perché magari ricevi un complimento inaspettato. Ma essere femminile è anche quando vuoi cercare d’importi, nascondendo la paura dietro alla grinta. Quando con tenacia fai di tutto per valorizzarti, valorizzando anche i Tuoi Sogni. Quando Ti fai rispettare, soprattutto dal cosiddetto sesso forte. Quando hai voglia di giocare e di non mollare, affrontando e combattendo la vita con incredibile energia. Quando hai voglia di amare senza catene, in assoluta libertà, donando Te Stessa senza risparmiarti mai. Una Donna può essere femminile in qualsiasi circostanza, anche quando si mostra acqua e sapone, perché la differenza la fa il carattere e lo stile di vita che si è scelto per la propria esistenza. E così che mi piace mostrare la Mia femminilità che mi auguro di possedere, il resto è solo facciata!

Infine sono convinta che la scoperta della Mia femminilità mi abbia permesso di riscoprirmi e infine di amarmi e di apprezzarmi come Donna, dopo tanti anni di autocritica e paranoie esagerate. Oggi mi sto amando un po’ di più, anche e soprattutto nei difetti, provando quando è possibile pure a valorizzarli. Ed è esattamente questo che celebro quest’oggi nella Giornata Internazionale dedicata a Noi!

Buon 8 Marzo. 🌹

@elenascrive

[djgreenery]

drill is my new favorite pitt character

[demonecelestiale]

quell'export da mandare domani e arrivato alle 17 e 30 di venerdì pomeriggio mi ha inevitabilmente rovinato il weekend + è sicuramente un bad omen per la prossima settimana

[labalenottera]

ormai scorro i vostri post e mi tocca leggere frasi del tipo "perché ho già 22 23 24 25 anni è troppo tardi per fare x" figliə miə ai miei occhi miopi e trentenni siete tuttə delle piccole creature appena nate, c'è ancora tempo per fare tutto

[aethersea]

cons of executive dysfunction: everything

pros of executive dysfunction: yesterday I had an actual good day and got a couple things done that I've been meaning to for weeks; then today I woke up an hour early, unprompted, and had the energy to dance around my room for a bit and then find out how past tense works across the romance languages (why does no one else have the perfect tense? what's wrong with these people, don't they crave perfection), and because I mustered up some spoons the other day I actually have breakfast cereal so I have real food I can eat, and the combination of all these factors is leaving me somewhere just shy of euphoric

[complicatedbutchic]

iOS 8

[rapscallion-rumble]

Splatoon!

I just kinda wanted to show off my takes on the New Squidbeak Splatoon. Nothing more, nothing less.

[simplyghosting]

My reaction every time an apple device says photos can’t be delivered to an android device

[icyowl]

I wanna write for Hoshina from Kaiju no. 8

BUT WHAT TO WRITE

[velvetsssapphic]

I hate the people who are like "inside out doesn't need a sequel" what if I bite you im biting you rn im chowing down on your arm rn im leaving bites and teeth marks on your arm there's blood coming out of your arm run and hide im coming for you

[isacksteban]

doing some italian lessons before going to hell for 8 hours

[elenascrive]

Quando L’Amore arriva a sfidare

le leggi gravitazionali,

unendo due Entità distinte

per farne divenire una soltanto,

perché non c’è niente che possa contrastare

quello che provano l’una per l’altro

Il Loro Sentimento è d’Esempio,

vale sempre la pena combattere

quando si ama,

anche se questo significa stare lontani

e separati

quasi sempre,

perché ciò ho che li lega è più forte

di ciò che li divide

Ogni Eclissi rappresenta una Vittoria

che si rinnova ad ogni Loro Magico incontro

quando finalmente possono amarsi

senza limiti,

lasciando tutti col fiato sospeso

soprattutto quelli che come Me

sognano L’Amore Eterno.

@elenascrive

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