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this may be just me screaming into the void but i’m rereading starsinew’s theoretical friction of lucky stars for the tenth time and it’s truly next level. “I was just...knocking together a quick neuroprosthetic. You know. No big deal.” like when will your fave EVER
and just [chef’s kiss] the whole part with saionji. being more pissy than usual because they ran out of gummies. so she has to resort to chewing gum while licking a lollipop. “You don’t get to judge me. This is peak survivalism.”
LMFAO when souda notices the note from komaeda and hinata just goes full on gay panic mode. “Who knows, really? I have no idea. No clue at all whatsoever. It’s a total mystery. Maybe someone has a complaint. Or something.”
JUST.... THIS ICONIC MOMENT:
““Koizumi isn’t into me like that,” Hinata says. He pauses, casting around for an appropriate choice of words. “I’m... not on her team.”
“Aw come on, dude,” Souda says, giving him an encouraging thump on the back. “We’re all on the same team here!””
““Koizumi isn’t into me like that,” Hinata says. He pauses, casting around for an appropriate choice of words. “I’m... not on her team.”
“Aw come on, dude,” Souda says, giving him an encouraging thump on the back. “We’re all on the same team here!””
y’all are just afraid of the truth huh... starsinew really does write some of the best prose known to man.
“If he doesn’t start reconciling this sleep debt soon, his body will collect on it in the form of death.”
“If he doesn’t start reconciling this sleep debt soon, his body will collect on it in the form of death.”
this is truly the fic that keeps on giving. every reread I find an Iconiqué line I had completely forgotten about. this time it’s “Hinata finds himself wondering if a nap club is a viable proposal.”
the scene in the hospital with hinata and tsumiki is just. raw as FUCK. I have no words. it’s just so powerful. hinata reminiscing and just SAYING the word “boring” makes me wanna fucking scream. kamukura’s gone and never actually there but still, he’s.... there.
it just makes me think... what even was kamukura in the first place? was he really a completely different person? did they really gut his entire brain before stuffing it with talent?
also sorry for being vague I have mutuals who i’m trying to bully into playing the games
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also sorry for being vague I have mutuals who i’m trying to bully into playing the games
do you ever just say no to the boy you just performed major nerve surgery on when he asks if you’ll cuddle up next to him as he sleeps off the painkillers? but then it takes just a single https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="🥺" title="Pleading face" aria-label="Emoji: Pleading face"> from him and you’re climbing into the hospital bed next to him?
this story is so powerful because at its core it’s two people learning to understand each other. and jesus fucking christ they can be so bad at it sometimes. both of them are badly fucked up and badly need therapy. all of them need therapy.
me, sitting hinata and komaeda down and SHAKING THEM but very gently:
will you two PLEASE just SPEAK to each other. have a conversation. use your words.
will you two PLEASE just SPEAK to each other. have a conversation. use your words.
i’ve been thinking about it and another thing this fic does is make me actually LIKE mikan? before I was indifferent and was not a fan of her fanservice but that scene in the hospital is so fucking raw that it is the source of every feeble ounce of love I have for her
anyway was watching dr3 with the squad today and ANY TIME brain thinks about kamukura, brain gets emo for tfols :^) and that hospital scene I JUST
might I also add that cylinder spin is also a masterpiece? star just......... gets it. she GETS IT. but trying to convince people that a fanfiction about two dudes trying to make russian roulette sexy is actually a phenomenal piece of literature... why do I do this
dammit the thing about tfols is that whenever I try to hype it up to people my brain just short circuits and i’m like “good fic! neuroprosthetics and chill! you should read” like hannah can we PLEASE get a grip
“He feels like you’re probably supposed to go on at least one date before someone feels someone up through their jeans. Or builds someone a robotic prosthetic.”
honestly why worry about the correct order of things? the first time they met they both tried to murder each other
honestly why worry about the correct order of things? the first time they met they both tried to murder each other
