LOST IN SPACE | 2x01 Shipwrecked

hardened Mandalorian warriors really see any distressed, abandoned child and say ‘is anybody gonna take care of that’ and then not wait for an answer huh

Ok so Hinata always has WAY too much energy and it takes him forever to fall asleep. He’ll be exhausted after a game but still keep talking and talking…

BUT the moment Kageyama starts playing with/ stroking his hair, he’ll be fast asleep in less than five minutes.

someone put javier and mando in a room with the cowboy pedros from prospect and kingsm*n respectively

new political compass

Realizing You Have to Wait for Almost an Entire Year for the Second Season of The Mandalorian: A Moodboard (feat. Pedro Pascal)

KARASUNO : MBTI

unbelievable

2. Kissing // KageHina

« {Part 2 of my KageHina Valentine’s collection.} »

a/n: in which kageyama is oblivious and hinata is awkward and they’re both dorks. also available on AO3.

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Hinata is… confusing.

Granted, most people are confusing to Kageyama, and on the whole, Hinata is typically one of the less confusing people in Kageyama’s life. Both he and Hinata like volleyball, after all. For the first time in his life, Kageyama actually feels like he gets someone, and that person gets him. He can invite Hinata over to play volleyball whenever he wants. Somehow, practicing volleyball with Hinata is actually more fun than playing it by himself. They even hang out without playing volleyball sometimes, and it’s still fun.

That’s probably why they’re dating, he thinks.

Still—boyfriend or not—Kageyama is not the best at reading people. And Hinata is being especially confusing today.

“Kageyama… do you want to… um,” Hinata mumbles, staring at his shoes as he shifts from foot to foot. “Do you want to… go to the roof?”

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“warm me up kageyama!!”

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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