Leo, To Frank: You Know Who Else Is Canadian? Justin Bieber. The Hitler Of Music.

my great-grandfather had to leave italy in the 20′s because he hit a fascist with a tuba, so if you think I am going to take this sitting down you are going to have to catch these hands and also this tuba

;-; cri

oh, hey, look, another thing for @freesmooches

A/N: This doesn’t exactly belong to @freesmooches but I’m going to credit them because I saw this headcanon sent in by an anon on their blog, and they added onto it, so y'know…

“Aw, Alex…it’s ok, shh, you’re okay….” Eliza cooed, holding Alexander’s hair back as he heaved over the toilet. Tears were streaming down his face, dripping down his nose and falling into the water below his face. “M-My stomach hurts…” he whimpered weakly before heaving more.

“I know, I know…” she whispered, pressing a cold rag to the back of his neck. She hated seeing Alex like this. Being sick was hard for Alex, she knew that all too well…it brought back painful memories of his mother. Her stomach squirmed at the sound of Alexander finally vomiting into the toilet bowl, but she couldn’t leave him. He was trembling and sobbing beneath her…and as uncomfortable as she was around vomit, she knew the discomfort couldn’t even rival the world of pain Alexander was going through during this moment.

Only when Alex stopped gagging did Eliza let go of him. At the sound of a meek whine, she quickly put her hand back on his shoulder, attempting to reassure him. “Get cleaned up. I’m only going to get you new pajamas and some medicine, ok? I’ll be right back, I promise,” she soothed. As soon as he gave a small nod, she left to, very quickly, fetch his pajamas and medicine, just like she said.

She came back to the bathroom only to find Alexander still crumpled in a pile on the floor, shaking and sobbing just as he had been a few minutes prior.

“Oh, goodness, Alexander…” She sat on the floor with him, wrapping her arms around him in a motherly fashion and stroking his hair.

“M-Mama…” he breathed, curling up more and putting his head on her chest. A fresh wave of tears came as he tenderly reached out to stroke her arm. “I don’t…I don’t feel good, Mama…”

Eliza’s eyes widened as she felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. “I know, Alexander…” she whispered, holding him close to her bosom. She felt a wet spot on the front of her shirt, presumably from his tears. “Come on Alex, we need to get you cleaned up…” she tried weakly, attempting to stand up.

Alexander only responded by gripping onto her tighter. “Don’t leave!” he pleaded. “Please…please don’t leave…” Panicked, he began mumbling in French, most likely along the lines of “please stay” or “don’t leave”. Eliza knew a little French, but wasn’t fluent by any means.

“I’m not leaving, Alex,” she reassured patiently, stroking his cheek. “I’m getting you a rag and some mouthwash to get you cleaned up a little bit…come on, stand up with me.”

Alexander held Eliza’s arm in a death grip, refusing to let go of her. “O-Okay, Mama…”

The first thing Eliza did was get a rag to wipe Alexander’s face. It was covered in sweat and tears, among a bit grosser things, but that was all wiped away with a refreshingly cool rag. She rinsed the rag again for good measure before wiping gently at his puffy, red eyes. “It’s ok, Alex…you’re okay… want some mouthwash?” she asked softly, oh-so-gently prying the arm that wasn’t holding the rag arm from his grip.

For once, Alex willingly let go. “Don’t leave…” he repeated in a whisper, his weak eyes focusing intensely on Eliza, the woman his feverish mind had convinced him was his late mother.

“I won’t,” she chuckled softly, reaching for the mouthwash. She poured a small amount into a paper cup and handed the blue liquid to Alexander. “Don’t swallow it,” she reminded him. If he thought she was his mom, there was no telling what else his foggy mind might be thinking.

He nodded and spit the stuff into the sink after swishing it around a bit, wiping his mouth with the hand towel. He turned around to face Eliza, and he shuffled closer to her.

“Let’s get that shirt off,” she sighed, pulling his shirt over his head and grabbing the neatly folded shirt she grabbed for him earlier.

Alex limply obliged, allowing his dirty shirt to be slipped off of his small frame, and was equally as limp as a clean shirt replaced the soiled one. “Thank you, Mama…” he breathed out, collapsing onto her once he was dressed.

Eliza held him, reaching out with a free hand to grab and unwrap a chewable Pepto Bismol tablet. She held his face and slipped the pink, chalky medicine past his lips. “That will help you feel better…” she cooed, kissing his temple and swaying back and forth gently. “Would you like to go lay down?” she whispered, pulling him towards the bathroom door slowly, so as to not startled him, and firmly but tenderly holding his hand.

Alex nodded feebly, chewing half-heartedly on the Pepto Bismol tablet and sniffling as he willingly followed Eliza into his bedroom.

“I’m sorry you’re so sick, Alex…” she whispered, helping Alex up into his bed and tucking him in. “Go on to sleep…you need it…” She tenderly stroked his cheekbone, giving him a motherly gaze.

“Lay down with me, Mama?” he asked, eyes glazing over from exhaustion and fever, amongst other tiring things. He just needed sleep.

“Of course.” She smiled and laid down on top of the covers with him.

“Love you…” he whispered, nuzzling back into her chest. He had relaxed drastically since his breakdown in the bathroom, thank goodness. No longer were his muscles tense and shaking, or his stomach heaving, or tears streaming ceaselessly from his eyes.

“I love you too.” She felt a bit of pride knowing that she’d singlehandedly calmed Alex down, and even managed to stay with him this whole time without getting sick herself. Wrapping an arm securely around him, she began rubbing his back to soothe him further, or hopefully even lure him to sleep.

Her plan, of course, worked. In almost no time, Alexander had slipped into the clutches of sleep. Relieved, Eliza allowed herself to doze off…hopefully he would feel better in the morning.

absolute GOLD

Parentsduo and twinsduo as witches!!

all watched over by machines of loving grace

Concept: The smoke go up to the gods in offering and Zeus accidentally gets high

Concept: Demeter kids smoking grass up on the grass roof.

Phil definitely doesn’t have a favourite child!

[Transcript Begins:

Phil (reading chat): Who is your favourite child?

Phil: I can’t pick a favourite child!

Phil (zooming into his face for a split second): Techno.

Phil: I can’t pick a favourite child, what are you talking about? That’s crazy, dude.

Transcript Ends]

Is it just me or can you ship Kuroo with literally anyone from Haikyuu? Like want some classic childhood friends stuff? Boom Kuroken. Some brotp stuff? Bokuroo. Some rare pair delight? Kuroyachi. Some development duo? Kurotsuki. Team mom and dad? Kuroyaku. Some rivalry shiz? Kuroshou. Serious plus immature captains? Kurodai. Some ‘let’s make college have less angst’? Oikuro. More rare pair hell? Try Kurolev, Kurohina, even Kuroaka

I keep coming back to read this because it’s GOOD

the haikyuu boys’ toxic traits

oikawa tooru can’t imagine changing his routine to fit someone else in, lover or not. if they don’t fall into sync with him, they just aren’t meant to be. why should he change the time he goes to the gym – shouldn’t you just get up earlier if you want to eat breakfast with him? why should he alter the way his life is; why should he make room in his drawers for you, why should he come home earlier from practice – why should he change for you? you knew what you were getting into when you fell in love with him. 

akaashi keiji doesn’t get that not everyone can understand how someone feels with one look. he puts an extra sugar in his coffee and expects you to know that he wants to go out to a bakery, he clicks his red pens a few extra times and expects you to know that he needs refills – he says he has a lot of work tonight and expects you to make him midnight snacks. to him, that stuff is easy. why can’t you understand him? he does it for you – he shouldn’t have to say it out loud. you should already know what he’s thinking. if you don’t, maybe you don’t love him as much as he thought you did.

yamaguchi tadashi lacks confidence in himself and the relationship. you’re so much better than him – you could leave him for anyone. you’re so perfect and kind, he’s just a wimpy man. who wants that? do you even love him like he loves you? you don’t love him as much as he loves you – how could you? it feels like he doesn’t see you – how can he when he’s blinded by all his anxieties and worries? it’s not like he’ll ever talk about it either; he doesn’t think you love him enough to stay if he reveals all his insecurities. in his eyes, you’re too perfect to stay. you’ll leave him one day, he knows it. you’re too perfect to love someone like him. 

kageyama tobio can’t even try to show interest in what his lover likes. he can’t help it – he just doesn’t care. you should understand that, you shouldn’t pressure him into trying to like something he doesn’t. no, he can’t go to your event on saturday, he has practice. wait – why aren’t you coming to his game on thursday? you should support him. no – it’s not the same as your event, his game is more important. you should get that. why are you getting so mad? why’re you so sensitive – it’s not his fault that he doesn’t like what you do. suck it up. if you really loved him, you’d understand how important volleyball is to him.

kuroo tetsurou won’t let you in to his heart. he knows everything about you, from your darkest secrets to your most hopeful dreams. he reads you like an open book, he’s met your parents, your friends love him – but you know nothing about him. he refuses to tell you about his parents, let alone meet them, he steers you clear of his friends, he won’t even tell you his sister’s name. he refuses any talk about his emotions, and keeps you at a distance, barely holding on; like he could let go of you any time. you don’t need to know everything about him to love him, so stop prying. 

hinata shoyo didn’t know that relationships come with problems. his ability to commit falters when you both hit a rough spot; it’s just so much easier to go and play beach volleyball with his friends than deal with the issues at hand. in his mind things should go smoothly – there’s no need to fight to grow. you’re not kageyama, and love isn’t volleyball – there should’t be problems. love should be easy, simple, mindless. the fact that you two are even going through issues…maybe you two aren’t made for each other like he originally thought. 

bokuto kotaro doesn’t understand the concept of space. there’s no reason why he shouldn’t be able to be with you every hour of every day. you love him, right? why are you pushing him away? do you think he’s…annoying? his mood swings don’t help – the second you push away his affection he gets upset and whines about how he doesn’t understand. just – explain it to him. but no matter how many times you do, to him, it just seems like you don’t love him anymore. what else could you rejecting his love mean? you must not love him anymore if you want to be apart from him. 

tsukishima kei can’t express his emotions, and doesn’t see why he has to. you know he loves you, unless you’re stupid. there’s nothing wrong with the way he acts. he doesn’t want to cry at the sad movie, so he ignores it. he doesn’t want to talk about his fears, so he brushes away your questions. he doesn’t want to show his jealousy of your friendship with other guys – so he ignores you in school. but, why aren’t you texting him? where was the goodnight text? why did you ignore him after school? to him, there’s no connection between his nonchalant treatment of you and your avoidance of him. why can’t you see that he loves you? are you that dumb? or do you just not love him back? 

iwaizumi hajime refuses to show vulnerability. it just doesn’t sit right with him – he wants to be manly for you. he wants you to rely on him. he doesn’t want to cry when you’re near, he doesn’t want to show any weak spots he might have. but why are you so closed-off lately? why aren’t you talking to him as much, you know you can tell him anything, right? he doesn’t see that relationships are give and take. his lack of will to give translates to a weak and frayed relationship. it scares him, it does, because you must not love him, that’s the only reason he can think of – but he won’t show his fear of that possibility. 

kozume kenma doesn’t realize the care and delicacy relationships take. he’s rough with his words, and sparse with his attention. no, he doesn’t want to go out, can you please stop asking. you’re being annoying – why are you crawling into his lap? get off, you’re making him uncomfortable. he won’t compromise, he won’t be more attentive to you, he doesn’t want to be; that’s too much work. you just don’t get it – you probably just want to change him. your unwllingness to accept and understand who he is only proves to him that you two aren’t meant for each other. 

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a/n: i read @miyasimp ‘s ‘how the haikyuu boys fall in love’ and i felt inspired to write this. because let’s be honest, each and every one of us has a toxic trait, even our favorite anime boys. if you want anyone else – just send it in the asks!