tsukki has a beloved cat that he talks to about you. has genuine conversations with the little ball of fur that lays on his chest while long, lithe fingers scruff under his chin and over his back. he knows his cat understands, he always meows at the right time and tilts his head when tsukki’s being immature or wrong. when he first tells that cat your name, he seems to purr twice as loud and turns over on his belly, demanding more pets. it seems the little critter has already formed an opinion on you, and tsukishima can’t help but agree.
tsukishima, even nervous and giddy, consults his cat about whether he should make the first move and just kiss you already.
when his lips are finally on yours, his mind strays for just a moment to his cat, grateful for his council, before returning to an overflow of thoughts of you.
Reading Mockingjay as an adult is extra devastating because. Of course the plucky teenager and her ragtag friends aren't going to sneak into a government building to kill the president with a bow and arrow. That's absolutely ridiculous. It's the kind of thing that's only possible in the kind of propaganda that Coin developed. But she's so good at it that in some ways she tricks the reader into thinking that's the kind of story this is, too--even after 3 books reminding us that pretty much everything that Katniss does the second she volunteers is manipulated by adults pulling strings to make propaganda in some form or another.
toji is such a forehead kisser. when he comes home and you’re napping he leans over, pushes the hair out of your face, and leaves a soft kiss against your skin. when you’re in line for something with him, passing the time tucked into his side scrolling on your phones, he absentmindedly just turns to place a quick kiss to your temple. he doesn’t even notice he does it, it’s just second nature to him at this point.
sometimes, when either your insecurities are preventing you from being outspoken with him or you’re arguing and decide to give him the silent treatment, he’ll just fully grab your head and pull you to his lips. he’s not the best with words, and kissing you outright just doesn’t get his message across. he wants to get the meaning directly to your brain and quiet all of the other thoughts. with his palms on either side of your head, fingers threading through your hair, and your body entirely surrounded by his, you find his method effective. toji’s presence is all consuming. his scent familiar, his grip comforting— in the moments where you two connect like this, you have no choice but to ease and feel his affection wrap around you, grounding your mind and soul.
twins in time continuation of that blue doodle comic thingy, but fidd is forced to take care of stan when Ford gets into the portal stuff, leaving him behind.