Trapped in a State of Imaginary Grace

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Tokimeki Recipe with Matsuoka Yoshitsugu & Shimazaki Nobunaga

Matsuoka giving cheers towards his friendship with Zakki, by feeding him their carbonara dish.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu: Then umm…Nobunaga-san.

Shimazaki Nobunaga: Nn.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu: Is it bad… To give cheers towards our efforts?

Shimazaki Nobunaga: If it’s towards our efforts, it’s fine.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu: Really?

Shimazaki Nobunaga: Towards our friendship!

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu: Our friendship! Sorry. Wait…umm. I’ll take this opportunity.

Shimazaki Nobunaga: Nn. Come on.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu: Really? Ok, sorry.

Shimazaki Nobunaga: Nn.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu: Here.

Shimazaki Nobunaga: [giggles] Sorry. Mm! It’s delicious!

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu: It’s delicious. Good.


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This was a really nice episode that rewards rewatching and paying attention to the detail. There are a lot of immediate reactions that Haru’s change of heart feels sudden and out of character, for a guy who’s spent all his life saying he has no interest in competition. But I think that ignores the fact that, for someone who says that, Haru’s sure spent a lot of time in swimming competitions, and winning them. He swims relays for his friends, but why does he swim to win solo competitions?

This episode gives us some much-needed insight into that part of Haru’s mind, and it had to be Rin who brought that out, because that is not how Makoto relates to Haru. Makoto himself knows that. That’s why he turned Haru over to Rin.


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It seems that I’m slightly brainwaving with shanology, because I was writing this and thinking about her while she was also writing and needed me!!

Here it is, my first Captain America ficlet, finished! I haven’t finished anything I started writing for years

It’s slightly crack, and Gen:

Things that Steve would rather forget, but Bucky remembers:

                        Most of the Avengers were having breakfast. Steve was drinking coffee in front of Bucky at the table, Clint and Natasha  were watching the news on the sofa, Tony was engrossed in writing something on his pad, his coffee half forgotten;  Bucky had been staring at his half finished sudoku game on the Starkpad for nearly five minutes.

“Steve, did…did I punch you, before?”

“You punched me quite a few times, Buck, I’m not sure…”

“No, I meant…before the serum.”

Steve put his cup of coffee on the table a little forcefully, looking like a deer in the headlights.


Bucky was still frowning at his sudoku, and didn’t notice that the people in the room were looking at him and Steve alternatively. Even Stark stopped writing notes on his pad.

“There was, I mean, I was angry.”

“I only punch people when I feel happy, myself” said Clint, in a sarcastic tone.

Bucky glared at Clint for a second then went back to think at this piece of memory that was trying to come out. Steve was tensed on his chair.

“There was a girl, she was…it was my sister. You were there.”

Steve just gulped and was trying to look inconspicuous, shoulders hunched and looking at Bucky from under his eyelashes.

“Steve…” Bucky growled as he got up in a rush while Captain America was sliding backwards in his chair. Panic clear on his face. Ready to make a tactical retreat. Clint and Natasha had put the news on mute and Tony was gaping at the two of them.

“STEVE!! Did you kiss my little sister?”

Bucky walked slowly around the table, a menacing air emanating from him, and Steve was cowering, trying to find an exit.

“If it’s any help, you weren’t there but she kissed me first.”

That’s when Stark lost it and had a fit of hysteric giggles. The Assassin duo was grinning.

“Steve, get back here, she was THIRTEEN.”

“I was fourteen Buck, what did you expect?”

Bucky let out a frustrated growl.

“I feel like I should punch you again.”

“Look I’m sorry, okay, she was really pretty.” Steve had stopped feeling scared and his face was now adorning a shit eating grin.

“Do you like getting punched that much, punk?” Bucky said, slapping Steve behind the head with his right hand. “No really, Steve, my sister?”

The only answer he got was a sheepish smile, to which Bucky replied with a sigh and muttered “hormones”.


You knew the chances were 100% of me adding this gif, right? This is hilarious. I love the idea that Bucky wasn’t a saint with limitless patience for Steve’s shenanigans.

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Can’t go over it.

Can’t go under it.

Can’t go around it.

Gotta go through it.

Trying to explain depression or anxiety to someone who’s never experienced it.

This belongs here.


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"No matter how bad you fuck up at work, you didn’t fucked up this bad."


"No matter how bad you fuck up at work, you didn’t fucked up this bad."

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