In The Early Hours Of Monday Morning, A 7.8 Magnitude Earthquake Struck Southern Turkey And Northern

I have a thousand reasons that allow me to breathe, I have a love that makes my heart beat, it is a dream come true with whom I can fly, and with her hand in hand, the joy of loving.

there's something about abandoned paradis and eren that's so sad. it's like reading the story of those who had lived there before, but now all the oddments of their lives—that had once been part of every day—were gone, forgotten along with eren.

           ☆_MOODBOARD MESSY ❕

私はあなたをとても愛しています、あなたはとてもかわいいです ❕🍶

sukuna who is your self defense instructor and is always rough and mean to make his examples more “realistic.” and he’s got the most sardonic smirk when he stands in front of you and says, “okay, so pretend i’m the bad guy.”

but like meet awful. he’s a terrible teacher and is so taunting and mean you just kick him in the nuts and run out after quickly grabbing your bag. and you meet him again months later on a blind date.

"On some quiet comet or distant exoplanet will you find the cold and silence meant for you."

𝖲𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗌 ❄️

𝗑 - 𝗑 / 𝗑 - 𝗑 / 𝗑 - 𝗑

Mbti personality test is just zodiac signs for burnt out gifted kids

i hate twitter… everybody has an emoji in their profile and every emoji has a secret hidden meaning that changes every week. how am i supposed to know if the mushroom emoji has become an antifeminist hate symbol or the blue heart stands for some insanely specific brand of anarchism? does the rat emoji mean you have a pet rat, or that you support the death penalty? how do you people keep track? 

i've seen (un)loving miya atsumu getting all the love it deserves but can we please talk about enigmatic kalopsia tho(???) never have i ever imagined that i'd be able to find such a good story of hirugami sachirou before. it's one of the most beautifully written fics ever ( but equally underrated). the boy and the story need so much more attention fr ! hopefully when kamomedai arc is animated he'll gain the fame he deserves and so will this story. (╥へ╥)

oh my, thank you so much for your kind words!

i was really excited to write that fic because i was getting to explore and work on hirugami!!!!!!! and yes, HE DESERVES SO MUCH ATTENTION AND LOVE! I’M MAD HE’S NOT NATIONALLY RECOGNIZED FOR BEING ONE OF THE (IF NOT, AND I’M SORRY OG HAIKYUU HUSBAND, KUROO TETSUROU) BEST HIGH SCHOOL MIDDLE BLOCKERS! AND HE’S SO FUNNY, SARCASTIC, WITTY, HE HAS A DOG (WHY IS HIS NAME KOUTAROU)- I CAN GO ON, BECAUSE THAT’S HOW MUCH I LOVE HIM AND HOW MUCH HE’S BECOME MY TOP HAIKYUU MENS.

I MEAN-

LOOK AT THIS LITTLE GREMLIN!?

LOOK AT HIM!?

SO BEAUTIFUL!? AND HE’S A YEAR OLDER THAN ME IN REAL LIFE!?

Okay, I’ll end my ramble here. I...I just...love him so much and he deserves all the hype and attention he needs.

I swear, the moment the next season gets animated and people will FINALLY see him for the absolute menace of a dork that he is, we’ll be there to say “WE TOLD YOU SO” and I’ll be anxiously waiting for when his nendroids will go on sale. And, no rush! It will take time for people (especially anime-only) fans to come around and see Hirugami. As for my fic, I don’t mind the views it has now, I’m actually happy that there’s a population of Hirugami stans and I know it will grow later. If it happens that they read that fic first before his proper introduction in the anime, I’m scared of the expectations they have of him (and if my portrayal was correct huhu).

FUN FACT: 

it took me A WHILE to work on a title. i had to research some words, with philosophical meanings/deep meanings to them. i eventually happened upon the words of the title and decided to just put them together.

i struggled writing it a bit, because i had to relieve the horrible stories of my friends, who had difficult relationships with their parents. and because reader was a musician (very common in my fics lol), i had to rewatch some of my fave music animes or read fics.

‘til then, thanks again for the support (and my long ass rant about my love for Hirugami Sachirou)

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pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x f! reader  genre: hurt to comfort wc: 3.5k  warnings: none

a/n: written for the @heatwave2021​ gift exchange, dedicated to the lovely yvonne @eightonenine​ 

Kiyoomi’s concept of home doesn’t include you. 

Growing up, home always meant nothing more than four walls and a roof over his head, meals to be eaten alone, out of reheated tupperware boxes. He’d never thought too much of it because that was just the way things were - his parents working late into their nights to further their careers, his much older siblings busy with their respective pursuits, too preoccupied to make much time for their quiet younger brother. He doesn’t have friends to invite over either. He’s too reticent, dark eyes a little too watchful and wary, driving away any potential playmates who he might’ve built friendships with. Motoya pops over once in a while, but he’s always been outgoing and popular so he can’t spend all his time with his moody cousin. 

So it’s only natural that he’s unaccustomed to having someone constantly in his space when you move in with him, unused to the rustle of movement that comes with having someone else share his abode. Little things start to gnaw at him, eating away at his patience - the way you leave the dining chairs crooked, the way you leave your bag on the couch instead of the cupboard where it belongs. He starts to resent having to force himself to respond with affection which you always seem to freely give when he just wants to shower and hide in bed after a bad day at practice. 

But emotional awareness isn’t exactly his strength, so he allows all this frustration to fester into poisonous words that explode out of his mouth when he returns to the apartment you share and you ask for a hug because you had a bad day at work. He doesn’t hear that a client yelled at you and your boss told you to buck up and your team was short staffed because there’s a vile buzzing in his ear that’s growing louder and louder and it’s driving him wild - 

“Why do you always have to be so clingy”, he snarls, slapping your hands away, uncaring that you’ve taken a step backwards, clearly stung. 

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