Anakin, Luke, And Rey’s Lightsaber

How To Save A Life

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kageyama/Hinata

Words: 4090

Dedicated to: my dearest senpai and precious friend, with whom we had a wonderful angst fest just today that actually inspired me to reread this story and finally finish it (it’s been written like a few months back, not long after my iwaoi one with the same topic). It turned out not as bad as I expected, so here you go!

A/N: inspired by The Fray’s How To Save A Life. It’s a wonderful, kind of angsty song, perfect for me and my angst + hurt&comfort cravings. It was only a matter of time before I’d write something for it, so here you go! But I gotta WARN you: look at the name of the fic. Yeah, the name reflects a lot of what’s actually being discussed there, if you’re sensitive to stuff like that’s, I do not recommend. If you’re an angst addict like me - enjoy!

Kiyoko puts the disk in the DVD, managing the settings. Kageyama can clearly see her hands trembling and some part of his brain admires the way their manager still holds up.

Step one: you say we need to talk, He walks, you say, Sit down, it’s just a talk. He smiles politely back at you, You stare politely right on through.

He can’t brag the same stability, though, because with every second to pass, he feels himself crumbling down, piece-by-piece, feels numbness taking over him as his senses become dull, his mind refusing to process reality. He’s surprised he’s still breathing, moving, thinking, even kind of amazed by how his body handles everything on pure reflexes, because deep inside he knows that there’s nothing left. He feels like he’s already dead.

Glances — worried, stressed and marked with grieve, all around him, directed at him. Kageyama somehow realizes why he is the center of their attention, but it’s not like that changes anything. It’s not like they can help.

Some sort of window to your right As he goes left and you stay right, Between the lines of fear and blame And you begin to wonder why you came.

He really doesn’t want to watch it, doesn’t want to spoil his memories and hurt himself even more, but he knows he has to. It is his last chance, after all.

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Kryptonians are predator species that traditionally hunted using endurance, stalking their prey for days and miles with single minded focus. Evolutionarily, that intensity never really faded. Furthermore, Kryptonians often inherently connected interests to purpose and thus to personality. I mean, in Krypton’s later half of existence they literally started breeding Kryptonians in a caste system that designated purpose at birth, obviously these beings meant for one thing are going to be invested in that one thing with their whole kryptussy. Kal-El might have been a natural birth but his parents weren’t. His grand parents weren’t. He definitely inherited that interests=purpose=personality psychological pipeline.

This is all to say that Clark Kent has been known to exhibit very very normal Kryptonian behaviors and psychology but comes off as wildly autistic to humans. That man doesn’t ever just focus. He hyperfocuses. He doesn’t have hobbies, he has special interests and obsessions. Bless him.

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Unveiling the Center of Our Milky Way Galaxy

We captured an extremely crisp infrared image of the center of our Milky Way galaxy. Spanning more than 600 light-years, this panorama reveals details within the dense swirls of gas and dust in high resolution, opening the door to future research into how massive stars are forming and what’s feeding the supermassive black hole at our galaxy’s core.

Among the features coming into focus are the jutting curves of the Arches Cluster containing the densest concentration of stars in our galaxy, as well as the Quintuplet Cluster with stars a million times brighter than our Sun. Our galaxy’s black hole takes shape with a glimpse of the fiery-looking ring of gas surrounding it.

The new view was made by the world’s largest airborne telescope, the Stratospheric Observatory for Infrared Astronomy, or SOFIA.

Make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space: http://nasa.tumblr.com.

unbelievable

KARASUNO : MBTI

Pedro Pascal photographed for BuzzFeed, 2014. - (x)

haikyuu, but it’s just a big gay sitcom about the …interesting residents of Karasuno Court

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OH MY GOD I NEVER NOTICED IT BEFORE

YOU CAN SEE IT IN THIS CLOSE UP GIF

YOU CAN SEE NOW HIS LIP TREMBLES

HOW DID I NEVER NOTICE THAT BEFORE

the way this one page made all my dreams come true. all these promises fulfilled but especially oiks and iwachan being opponents on a national level and oikawa being there to “defeat everyone” as he said he would and as he deserves

ok what about reader asking some silly questions out of curiosity and Mando indulging them, like what happens when he gets sick/is sneezing while unable to remove the helmet, how he learned to cut his own hair etc. - I think it would be really cute :,)

Just a quick drabble before I go to bed!

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“Have you ever gotten a cold?” you asked.

“Worse has happened,” he answered plainly.

“No, I mean what happens when you get symptoms of a cold?”

He walked around silently, doing what he needed to do. You were down in the hull of the Crest, watching as he made some minor repairs. You’d noticed he was in a more permissive mood than usual, and decided to take the opportunity.

“You know…sneezing, tissues needed, that sort of stuff,” you elaborated.

He sighed. “I take it off. I usually don’t have other living things around,” he answered in a monotone voice, though you thought you could detect a hint of playfulness.

“I’ve been staying on this ship with you for how long now, and I’ve never heard you cough or anything,” you noted.

“You asked if I’d ever had a cold, not when the last time I had one was.”

“What, the armor protects you on the outside and the inside, too?” you teased.

You have no idea, he thought. “Something like that.”

“How long have you had to take care of yourself on your own?” you asked, a little more seriously.

“Long before I came of age,” he said after a pause.

“You had to learn all the basics on your own? You have to shave, and cut your hair, right?”

“Yes.”

You didn’t add anything else, just watched him quietly. He sighed again after a few moments.

“It doesn’t take much to figure out how to use a blade and cut so that the hair doesn’t fall into your eyes,” he said, simply.

He was a practical man.

You didn’t want to bother him any longer so you dropped the questions. 

“Well…I consider values and integrity to be “basics”, as well,” you said quietly. “And I’d bet the Mandalorians would be proud of who you’ve become.”

You suddenly felt bolder. “If you get a cold and I’m around, maybe I can help you with that next time. You shouldn’t have to do everything alone.” You looked up at him once, then climbed back up to the top.

Din gazed in your direction for a few moments after you were gone, then shook his head at himself. He wasn’t getting any better at keeping you out of his thoughts. Anymore of your playful teasing and kindness, and he wouldn’t be able to keep the walls up for much longer.