freedthedark said:

[/cuddles up to him, resting his head against Laxus' chest and closing his eyes]

This little gesture….
Freed and Laxus, no, the whole Raijinshuu, were in the guildhall, they talked about their next mission and of course they discussed a lot. Until it was late and everybody left, except these four. Another hour passed and another, until it got really really late. Evergreen left at first and the second one was Bixlow. Freed and Laxus were alone now. At least, Freed, because he wanted to be perfect, planned everything the best. That was Freed. Perfectionist.

A fact where the lightning dragon could just smile bright inside. Freed always managed his problems and other things with enthusiasm and perfectionism. This time, Laxus also stayed to finish the plan with him. They worked a while, still, until Laxus noticed something on the other. His motions got slower and his breath also. A slight move to the side let Laxus see why —— Freed’s eyes were closed. The blonde smiled ——

And now, the rune mage bend over to him, cuddled up to him, rested his head on Laxus’ chest. The lightning ddragon slayer blushed and blinked for a moment, but…. Smiled again. Happily. Before he raised a hand to gently run through his hair, playing with the long strands, before the hand moved along his back to caress it. Huh, so, a certain rune mage could also get tired of work? Hmm. Laxus bend forwards —- carefully —- to remove his coat from himself, covering Freed with it. The night was cold. And since nobody was around anymore —- except these two —- Laxus kissed his forehead and sighed happily against it, also whispering some words.


You are unbelievable… Working so hard…. Damn, what are you doing with my heart? I love you…. So much….
And he would cuddle up to him aswell, still careful that the other won’t wake up.

We praise people for being “naturally” smart, too, “naturally” athletic, and etc. But studies continue to show, as they have for some time now, that it is generally healthier to praise schoolchildren for being hardworking, than for being naturally gifted. We know now that to emphasize a child’s inherent ability places pressure on that child to continue to be accidentally talented, which is something that is hard for anyone to control. When the children who are applauded for their natural skills fail, they are shown to take the failure very personally. After all, the process of their success has always seemed mysterious and basic and inseparable from the rest of their identity, so it must be they who are failing as whole people. When students are instead complimented and rewarded for their effort and improvement, they tend to not be so hard on themselves. When they fail, they reason, “Well, I’ll work harder next time.” They learn that they are capable of success, rather than constantly automatically deserving of it, and they learn simultaneously that they are bigger and more complex than their individual successes or failures.
—  Kate of Eat the Damn Cake, The Stupidity of “Natural” Beauty (x)
Perfectionism is a self destructive and addictive belief system that fuels this primary thought: If I look perfect, live perfect, and work perfect, I can avoid or minimize criticism, blame and ridicule, the painful feelings of shame, judgment, and blame. All perfectionism is, is the 20-ton shield that we carry around hoping that it will keep us from being hurt
—  Brene Brown

“When I was twenty-one, I had my tonsils removed. I was one of those people who got strep throat every few minutes, and my doctor finally decided that I needed to have my tonsils taken out. For the entire week afterward, swallowing hurt so much that I could barely open my mouth for a straw. I had a prescription for painkillers, though, and when they ran out but the pain hadn’t, I called the nurse and said that she would really need to send another prescription over, and maybe a little mixed grill of drugs because I was also feeling somewhat anxious. But she wouldn’t. I asked to speak to her supervisor. She told me her supervisor was at lunch and that I needed to buy some gum, of all things, and to chew it vigorously—the thought of which made me clutch at my throat. She explained that when we have a wound in our body, the nearby muscles cramp around it to protect it from any more violation and from infection, and that I would need to use these muscles if I wanted them to relax again. So finally my best friend Pammy went out and bought me some gum, and I began to chew it, with great hostility and skepticism. The first bites caused a ripping sensation in the back of my throat, but within minutes all the pain was gone, permanently.

I think that something similar happens with our psychic muscles. They cramp around our wounds—the pain from our childhood, the losses and disappointments of adulthood, the humiliations suffered in both—to keep us from getting hurt in the same place again, to keep foreign substances out. So those wounds never have a chance to heal. Perfectionism is one way our muscles cramp. In some cases we don’t even know that the wounds and the cramping are there, but both limit us. They keep us moving and writing in tight, worried ways. They keep us standing back or backing away from life, keep us from experiencing life in a naked and immediate way.”

— Anne Lamott, “Perfectionism,” Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life