When I hear your name now I will not think about the way you held my hand or touched my neck because I don’t want you in my head anymore or even close to my heart I don’t want to hear your I love you’s or delicate words, my head is okay but my heart still feels scrambled. If I could take back the forevers I would but that’s over and done with and there’s nothing I can do anymore and the words “I give up on you” are haunting me like an empty ghost with thousands of useless fucking memories. As I let a boy with soft lips and dark hair touch my body just as you did so many times before, there is no guilt. I feel release, empowerment, strength, I am not guilty for wanting to move forward and let go of you because that’s all I have left to do, my heart doesn’t know what my head wants but what I’m saying now is I don’t need you anymore. I don’t need you and I don’t need anyone.
For the smart Shepard and the broken Shepard; the loud Shepard and the quiet Shepard. For the one with the golden heart and the one whose words can inspire armies. For those who stand hand in hand at the end of all things because they’re stronger together.
The things you gave up on never leave you. They watch you from afar, they wait for you when it’s dark and you are lying in your bed because you can’t sleep.
The things you gave up on never leave you. You put those dreams in a box, in a far off place of your mind, where the light doesn’t shine that often, because you wanted your thoughts to be tidy, exactly like you did when you were fourteen and your mum asked you to put all those old and now useless toys away. But that box is always there, in your mind, even if dust is now covering it a bit. And still, you can read quite clearly what is written on it with a black sharpie. A single word in capital letters. A question that sounds so simple, and yet so haunting: Why?
I gave up on my dreams and I don’t even know why, V.
Okay, so first off - I’m having a lot of trouble knowing that they can’t have smart, attractive sarcastic babies together. Like they should just adopt Kiyoko and have done with it. Please stop me
But I was just - well, I was thinking about them showering together? So, okay, picture this with me:
Akaashi’s had a very hard, exhausting day, right? He just wants a hot shower, maybe some tea, and then bed.
So Kuroo’s watching him dragging his feet all the way to the bathroom, and he hates the idea that Akaashi would end his day feeling like that - that being the last thing he feels before falling asleep. As if he’s gonna let that happen. Goes into the bathroom, and the water’s already running. So he strips down, says something to announce his presence - because he knows Akaashi’s kinda stuck in his head just then - asks him if he’s okay, or how his day went. Then carefully pulls the curtain open and steps into the shower. Wraps his arms around Akaashi before he can even get out a groan. Just stands there with him for a bit, until he feels Akaashi relaxing a little - rubs circles into the small of his back, kisses his forehead, just lets him stay there as long as he wants. Massages shampoo into his hair and smiles brightly at him whenever their eyes meet, talks about something stupid to distract him. Once his mood’s improved a bit, Kuroo starts screwing around with him until he manages to coax a laugh or two out of him (probably an “idiot!” or two as well, oop). Akaashi kisses him a bit, they finish washing and wrap themselves in fuzzy towels and have some tea together before falling into bed and wrapping themselves around each other and just… existing together until they fall asleep.
And Akaashi wakes up feeling so refreshed and actually able to take on the next day~
We don’t really know much about how they’re prepared beyond the (incredibly limited) in-game crafting mechanics, but I think we do know enough about the substance to make some guesses on that. Here’s what we do know:
So I’ve been thinking about all this for a few hours, and while I don’t think we have enough information to understand why Louis seems to be continuing to work with Simon on this project (though I trust he knows what he’s doing), I have reached a conclusion for myself regarding the girl group. I just cannot in good conscience support any act involving kids as young as these girls. The music industry is brutal, and it’s particularly destructive to kids. There’s a reason the “child star” is such a cliché. At least in acting the kids are on set for discrete periods and there’s generally a broader adult cast to take off some of the pressure. These girls are likely going to be on the road and their success or failure is all on them. I shudder at thinking of the demands their label will have for them. I just don’t want to be any part of that machine, positive or negative. I’m inevitably implicated just by observing and doing nothing, but it’s the option that fits best with my conscience. So, while I will likely reblog and post stuff about Louis’ involvement with Triple Strings and with the group, I’m not going to discuss the group itself or do anything to support them. This isn’t meant to be an argument to persuade others to ignore them or anything; it’s just an explanation of how I feel. And I have no intentions of judging those who do want to engage with the group – I can understand the argument that positive support can be a way to try to ameliorate the damage the industry will likely inflict. I’m not exactly going to be the target audience for this group anyway, and I’m not naive enough to think that my actions will make any difference to anything. It’s just the best option for me based on my thoughts about this. Anyway, I’m sure I’ll talk about Louis’ involvement, but if you’re interested in stuff about the group or supporting them, you’ll have to look elsewhere.