I am so sick of Kui. We see Hien’s younger sister in ONE panel in an extra on her blog that didn’t even get published and she’s in Toshizane’s retainer group.
And from other details we know it makes sense too, because both of Hien’s parents work for the Nakamotos and Hien herself grew up alongside Toshiro. Hien and Toshiro were childhood friends, so maybe this unnamed sister and Toshizane (Toshiro’s youngest brother) would parallel them. I’m hopeful that maybe they can stay friends as they grow up, instead of becoming distant and professional like Hien with Toshiro…
Kui really tought through every cm3 of her world I’m crying
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i can’t tell if they are interlocking fingers on the vid or not please help me hand connoisseur
thank you for referring to me using my full title
the section in question:
sorry that the quality makes it look like i've zoomed in on the background of someone's 2009 vlog (and honestly, the resulting image feels like it's something we aren't meant to see)
those fingers are absolutely interlaced my friend
brightened a little, but you can try this at home. lace your fingers together, with your left thumb on top. notice how your knuckles don't line up exactly. now try, with your left thumb on top, doing the 'full hand hold' with no interlaced fingers. (spoiler alert: you can't--it changes from a hand hold to a 'sandwich your entire right hand between your left thumb and palm'. some real claw hand vibes. which, given that dan's thumb is on top, not likely)
honestly i'm really happy for them. this was a masterpiece--both in its artistry and execution, but also in making us go absolutely insane. i don't know if i'll ever recover, in the best way possible
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desertduo is not sophisticated enough for divorce. grian is like a highschooler that got group-partnered with her crush one too many times and decided she doesnt like him anymore so made a hard pivot towards another dude but WILL get pointedly jealous if anybody else tries to flirt with scar
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so everyone thinks Eddie is a metal head through and through, that no other music shall touch his eardrums for pain of death.
The thing is, these people are completely wrong. Eddie just loves loving music. He loves making mixtapes based on mood, on scenarios in his head, on experiences he’s had, on experiences he’s never had! So needless to say Eddie munson has a diverse music collection.
A part of this music collection that is rapidly expanding is Motown and Soul. Because you see, the thing is, when Eddie thinks about Steve Harrington all he can hear is Motown. From the supremes, Marvin Gaye, the four tops, Etta James, Sam Cooke, these iconic soul singers encapsulate how Steve makes him feel. The heart singing joy of making Steve smile, the chronic ache of wanting but not having, they cover it all.
Eddies accepted his fate, doesn’t let himself think about how Steve will always be an ‘if only’ to him. He puts his soul music on and dreams. So when he’s out at a make shift karaoke night with the rest of the older friend group, all of them, except designated driver Steve, drunk off of cheap beer when Mary wells - ‘my guy’ comes on. Well. Eddie maybe loses his brain to mouth filter even more than usual, slides up to Steve, both arms wrapping around him from the back, gives a deep sigh and says ‘mmmm this is my stevie song’ and shoves his face into the other man’s neck.
Eddie knows he does this, has horrific memory of it in fact, because the next morning it replays on repeat in his head every time he tries to close his eyes. He groans and hopes he can die by asphyxiation from a cheap, thin pillow. Unfortunately the universe is not so kind. No, instead he hears the sound of an engine, an engine he knows all too well as belonging to the boy he’d do anything to avoid right now. There a knock at the door and Eddie plans on ignoring it, plans to hide in the safety of his pit of shame. What he doesn’t count on is Steve coming around the side of the trailer, and climbing into his open bedroom window. ‘No point hiding Eddie, I dropped you off last night, your car is in the drive and there is no way you’d be going out after the drinks you were knocking back last night’
Once again, Eddie groans. Steve doesn’t stay long, ‘just wanted to know you were alive man. Good to see you didn’t choke on your own barf’. There a muffled noise from under the blanket ‘okay…well…after last night I just wanted to drop this off, let me know when you’ve listened to it, okay?’ And with a pat on where he thinks Eddie’s head might be, Steve is back out the window.
Eddie emerges from his pit after some consideration, lured out by Steve’s cryptic comment. He spots a casette on his desk with a post it not that says ‘my Eddie song’. Eddie is immediately sweating. What is going on and does he really want to know what this is going to be? What if it’s purple people eater? What if it’s just a blank tape?!? He sits with it in his hands for far too long before he slams it into the player trying not to let himself think. He’s terrified and wishes he didn’t exist. This is the worst day of his life.
Slowly a song all too familiar starts to play through the speakers ‘I just can’t help myself’ by the four tops hums through Eddie’s room and suddenly, This is the Best Day of his Life
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