#warming up to each other

[tetsunabouquet]

Can't Help Falling In Love With You Chapter 8

Masterpost Midorima had spent the next few days just getting to know you better. How you had sleeping problems because all your mother could afford was a small studio apartment in a building invested with mice. Your creepy neighbor that had snorted his way into a psychosis and who had threatened your mother's life with a crossbow the other day. How your underage drinking had started at the tender age of 5. That you were still this smart despite for drinking for so long made Midorima honestly impressed with your intelligence. In turn he told you about how outside of Takao he didn't really had any friends at Shutoku, and how the closest thing he previously had to a best friend had lost his mind and given into an alternate personality. You had been willing to listen to him ramble about the whole Akashi mess, telling him it was only fair as he was helping you through a friendship breakup of our own. You were a wise person who gave some surprisingly good advice. Midorima was thankful for receiving your gracious words and he wondered if living a tough life like yours had aged you beyond your years. He felt guilty for being so grateful for it. His parents were too oblivious to notice something was going on, but Shinju seemed to notice how often her brother was distracted with his phone. She kept side-eyeing him whenever he was on his phone, and he knew someday sooner or later she was going to confront him and tease him about his crush like many a pest would- and if younger siblings were anything, they were pests. Even sweet little Shinju had her moments, no matter how rare they were. At school, you generally drifted by him. You didn't pounce on him and allowed him to warm up to you, generally sticking to Ichijo during breaks. Though you did greet him every time he passed by now, Ichijo often waving him by as acknowledgement. This was quite acceptable to him. He didn't really knew how he felt about being associated with not just you, but also the mess that was Ichijo who had landed himself in the infirmary again for being too lucid on school grounds. According to Takao earlier that day, the boy had been tripping balls. He wondered how the story between the two of you went. He decided to ask you now school was over and the two of you could go back to conversing without any noisy student being interested. He sat on his bed as he texted,

'Ichijo was a mess again today, nandayo. If I may ask, what's his story?'

A while later, his phone buzzed and he received his answer.

'Ichijo is a bit of a long story. His parents are missionaires who live at the edge of our 'ghetto', they claim they are here to save our souls. If you ask Ichijo, its just them ego jerking and wanting to be perceived as 'selfless heroes'. Ichijo used to run away a lot as a kid and would just sleep at whatever safe dumpster he could find. I began to notice and would carry around a spare bento. It's how we became friends.'

Midorima was quite surprised at the revelation Ichijo was being raised religiously but he heard about too strict parents with an holier then thou attitude before. As well as how their kids would often grow up to rebel against their parents and the church. He couldn't help but wonder indeed, what kind of actual good parents would endanger their kid by purposefully chosing a dangerous neighborhood? But Midorima could see how you, caring as you were, would look out for the needy and would be so generous to carry around food for them. His respect for you grew every day too, not just his love. You had been dealt a tough life but you carried through it with a graceful strength, one that left Midorima speechless. You were more then a girl, and Midorima admired you for it from the bottom of his heart.

[beybuniki]

childhood

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm not going back to Gusu with you.

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[welcometogrouchland]

[ID in ALT] I've made posts before about Talia/Dick co-parenting Damian moments (will never happen but let me dream) and this came to me in a vision. Took me ages to finish for some reason 😭 and then even longer to post

[gesunas]

meeting the prince of akielos is not for the weak

[lightbulb-warning]

napscallions

[raepliica]

photosynthesizing🔆

[mollysunder]

There is a theory that the way children play serves as a means to simulate and prepare them for the tasks they'll take on as adults. So for all the narrative weight both Jinx and the story give the boxing machine at the arcade it would never have prepared her or the kids to take on Piltover.

What are the two things that Piltovans excel at over their Zaunite counterparts to keep the hierarchy? Weapons and technological development.

When you look at the way Piltovans invest in their children, they don't prioritize hand to hand/melee combat training. Piltovans focus on giving their children experiences in handling firearms, a pursuit that is both leisure sport for the wealthy and a key offense against dissenting Zaunites.

And from the show notes even Jayce, whose family occupies the upper middle class, was sent on educational excursions across Runeterra to explore the world and learn what it had to offer. Without Jayce's education abroad he would never have been inspired to pursue the concept hextech.

It's no wonder that the two figures that are set to be Piltover's biggest threats from Zaun are Jinx and Viktor, becasue they engaged in the same kinds of games and activities as their Piltovan counterparts.

Jinx didn't have an entire forest preserved to help her practice her sharpshooting like the high houses of Piltover, but she did excel in the few games at The Rift (the arcade) that built on her talents. She's the only Zaunite thus far who's long distance offensive is a strong counter to Piltover's forces.

Viktor couldn't travel the world like Jayce did, but for better or worse he managed to stumble into an opportunity to get real opportunity in research not offered to his peers through Singed. It was through that experience that Viktor knew to turn to Singed when he was at the end of his rope, and the consequences of that will be fully realized in season 2.

Ironically, the kind of skill the boxing game champions is only good for keeping other Zaunites in line. Vander's days of fighting Piltover were way behind him when we first met him, and Vi spends season 1 primarily fighting other Zaunites. It's no surprise the Zaunites who embody the old ideal of strength in Zaun that the game portrays, Vi and Vander, are largely at the mercy of Piltover and end up collaborating with them to avoid further harm.

Zaun's future as an independent city-state couldn't happen if they stuck to their old ideals. The people who stand a chance against Piltover are the ones that not only succeed but excel at playing Piltover's games against them.

[panakoui]

post canon laishuro prelude :>

[bovinaeblogs]

i think theyre funny lol, refs under the cut

[beybuniki]

warm welcome

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Council of lovefools.

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[vanglaggle]

yeag

horror belongs to sour-apple-studios

dust/murder belongs to ask-dusttale

killer belongs to rahafwabas

[spacedlexi]

"sounds nice... having a partner"

[igura]

wardrobe notes for my silly au; travelling king thranduil