Thinking about Eddie using an old trick his father taught him when he was eleven years old to sneak in any big place by just carrying a ladder and looking like a worker, to get Steve in a concert that had been sold out for weeks.
Thinking about Steve complaining all the way there, calling Eddie irresponsible, reminding him that he followed the rules, that he's a good guy, telling him that they were going to be caught, that it was stupid and wasn't going to work.
Thinking about how hard Steve rolls his eyes when it actually works and Eddie is just one breath away from his "I told you so," but it never comes.
They actually get to see for free that show of Tears for Fears and Steve expects Eddie to complain about shitty music, or how lame Steve taste was, or even Steve's lack of faith in his poor soul.
And again, it never comes.
Everything in Eddie's behavior is so nice that something must be awfully wrong, and Steve spends the whole concert trying to get a reaction out of him, spiraling, thinking that maybe he'd been ungrateful by spending all that time complaining and that he very much earned that silent treatment (not really a silent treatment, more like a not 'in your fucking face, Harrington' treatment), so immersed in his own thoughts he barely enjoys the concert.
Thinking about a comfortable silence in Eddie's end, when they're driving back to Hawkins, and Steve breaking it by finally muttering a soft "I'm sorry."
Thinking about Eddie puzzled about whre that apology came from and asking why he's sorry, and pulling over when he just glances at Steve's troubled face when he can't actually answer.
Thinking about the heaviness of Eddie's voice when he asks a second time, looking Steve in the eye, why is he apologizing, and Steve breathing that he doesn't exactly know, for whatever he did that Eddie's mad, he guesses.
Thinking about Eddie pulling every bit of knowledge about Steve Harrington together, and finally, finally realizing where Steve's coming from.
Thinking about Steve's face when Eddie tells him softly "I just wanted to do something nice for you. Just wanted to make you happy."
Thinking about the ten seconds of full silence, ten seconds both of them staring at each other, the air feeling heavy, Steve's shallow and fast breathing, and his whispered "but why?"
"Because you deserve to be happy. You really, really do, Steve."
Thinking about every fiber in Steve's body yelling "that's a lie", and Steve having no energy to actually discuss Eddie's estatement. Steve looking down, then away, then swallowing around nothing. Steve just saying "uh, okay," in a shaky, whispered voice.
Thinking of Eddie finally hitting the road again, with his eyes ahead, his heart in the passenger seat, and his head replaying the chorus of Head over heels in repeat (and he's shocked to his core that he's actually liking it.)
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“do the hardest task first”
no. just… no.
hot take: this doesn’t work for people with adhd (in my experience/from what i’ve heard from other people with adhd in my life). i recommend doing the easy/moderately difficult stuff first, that way you can convince yourself that it’s all going to be this easy and undemanding. then hyper-focus will kick in because your brain is like, “yeah, we can do this, we’ve got this.” then, before you know it, you’ve completed both the easy tasks and the hard tasks while hyperfocusing.
like, on a serious note, it’s always been easier for me to convince myself to get the most difficult tasks done when i’m already working/in the working frame of mind, not when i’m laying in bed or sitting on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through stuff on my phone, and struggling to start at all.
if the choice comes down to you not starting at all or starting with the easiest task first (which, for me, it often does), always, always pick starting with the easiest task first. sometimes you need a small victory, a little bit of an accomplishment, to give you the courage to take on bigger challenges.
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Currently thinking about when Anya's attendant tells Dimitri to bow to the duchess, how she insists 'oh, that's not-' (because she never wanted him or anyone to bow to her, because she wanted to be friends, because she has feelings for him and despite their misunderstanding and her wanting him to go away it still feels wrong to be so formal, because she doesn't want his false, forced respect, because she doesn't want him to be uncomfortable on her behalf, because she never wanted to be royalty she just wanted to have a family and maybe get to know this man who brought her home-)
And how he also insists, 'no, please,' and bows (because he DOES respect her, because the difference and the distance between them has been a stark reality for him ever since she told the story of the boy opening the wall in Sofie's living room, because he knows he can't see her again and this feels like the right goodbye, because she's been through so much to get here, because he's a little bitter that she ran from him and doesn't care to hear him explain, because he misses her already, because he's almost grateful to be reminded why he's leaving, because it's what's right and natural, to bow to her, because this has always been how it was, her a princess and him a kitchen boy, and he can do nothing to change that-)
And how not at all long after Dimitri changes his mind at the train station and Anya changes her mind at the ball and instead of watching this gulf open up between them anymore they give all of the propriety and the pretense up and run to each other. They were never much for propriety, anyway.
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what would okaeri have meant though? like welcome back to gojo? sorry im just kind of confused on what gojo would be welcoming geto back to 😅
it’s okay!
i just woke up and my brain is super scrambled, so i have to lay this out in bullet points for it to make any sense, sorry hfngkskfgk:
when gojou finally confronts getou one-on-one, the fighting is over, and they’re back where they started: jujutsu tech, where their relationship began and where they spent the most time together. it was a home for three years.
in welcoming getou back, gojou is dropping their enemy status. it’s not forgiveness, but it affirms that, yes, he still trusts him and considers him a friend and someone important to him despite everything, even after getou said himself he didn’t know gojou still felt anything like that towards him. it’s also a way of saying getou had had a place here (as the strongest, as a sorcerer instead of a curse user, at the school—take your pick, any works) if he’d chosen to come back, which i like to think is an interesting way of expressing regrets.
also? this is the first real interaction they’ve had in a decade. they’re not on equal ground (obviously), but for once, they have a little bit of time to get some things straight. getou can’t exactly run away and gojou has to kill him one way or the other, and they both know it.
so it’s an acknowledgment of their relationship, their history, and how important they still are to each other, wrapped up in a closure joke.
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Chiyo hasn't been feeling too well recently; she doesn't say it, but Atsumu can feel it. Maybe it's the struggles of a first year college student, the torments of living on her own for the first time - as usual, she stubbornly refuses to burden him (or anyone, for that matter) with her troubles… so Atsumu decides, for once, to not press her and instead to clown around: seeing her focused on her sketchpad, he flops on her bed… and strikes a pose. "Draw me like one of yer French girls." He demands in his most velvety voice (accompanied by his heaviest kansai accent - a guaranteed effect, surely).
@pridewon | unprompted | accepting!
she underestimated how difficult this would be. moving hours away from her parents and grandmother, living alone, and just college itself -- god, chiyo really thought she’d be right as rain, perfectly suited for an independent lifestyle, but it’s been one of the hardest things she’s ever done. maybe the hardest, actually. she didn’t realize how much she would miss complaining to her mother about her classes, or watching anime with her dad after school, or visiting her grandmother on the weekends. she didn’t realize how much lonelier it would feel to start all over on her own, either, and chiyo certainly couldn’t have guessed that she might struggle with the workload her classes would give her.
actually, she should have seen that last one coming. she’s always been a chronic procrastinator, and growing a little older hasn’t changed that one bit.
a sigh bubbles inside chiyo until it’s pushing past her lips, deflating her frame; her shoulders droop as she studies the rough sketch of what will eventually be a kitsune ( and yes, she may be influenced by the mascot of a certain school that a certain set of twins attend ). art has been hard, too, like all of the creativity she once possessed left her the minute she stepped foot out of miyagi. that’s particularly hurt because drawing has always been an outlet, a way to get out of her head, and now... well, she feels a little stuck. she feels a lot stuck.
she also feels like crying ( and immediately squashes that urge, of course! ), but then atsumu plops down on her bed, posing there with his head propped up on one elbow and with a smile that already has her grinning back when---
“ draw me like one of yer french girls. ”
he says it in such a sultry tone and in what has to be the thickest kansai accent he’s ever used, and it shouldn’t be so funny, but it is. it’s silly and unexpected and replaces the heaviness in chiyo’s chest with laughter that brings tears to her eyes, has her forgetting all about the kitsune and school and being homesick. even if just for a few moments, chiyo feels completely at ease again. “ you’re such a dork! ” she snorts, like really snorts in the middle of laughing, and that just starts her right back up.
though the transition has been hard as hell, chiyo can’t deny the silver linings that have made it all bearable -- grandma miya, osamu, and atsumu. it’s moments like these that remind her all of this is worth it because right now, things are rough. she’s happy and unhappy and just as sure as she is unsure of what she’s doing, but it won’t be this way forever. if she could go almost her entire childhood seeing the miya’s only during vacations, then she can go just a few years seeing her parents only during vacations; if she could befriend two competitive boys who hadn’t entirely wanted her friendship at first, then she can befriend a couple of strangers who are in the same boat as her; and if she somehow made it into this college, then she can certainly get a handle on these classes.
in the meantime, while chiyo struggles and stumbles, she’ll have one blonde goofball to remind her to laugh, and she really couldn’t be more thankful.
“ how about--- ” a giggle tries to slip out again, but chiyo takes a breath and just grins wide as can be at her boyfriend. “ how about you try to draw me, tsumu? i could use another laugh. ”
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