Sorryto bother but i have this krtsk hc that i need to get off my mind!! - they're both astronomy majors and one day Kuroo discovers a new star and names it "Kei" (this is all i have for now xdd
Aaah I love kurotsuki and I love this!!
Can you imagine it coming up in class and someone’s like, “… so the star Kei is close to this one..” and Tsukki is just like ???! And then he looks over at Kuroo who’s trying to be chill and wink at Tsukki, making him blush.
Ahhh I just realized I hadn't followed you cause I've seen your art all over and I didn't put two and two together and your art is fantastic and pretty and I'm gonna stop spazzing now but I love your blog you seem so cool! -flails-
AAAH! Thank you???? ? take care of yourself man ;o; don’t spazz out too much
“i might have thought that i was the only one who was suffering. everyone’s going through a lot, and they’re all suffering… and yet, everyone is still trying so hard. i even ended up taking it out on you and saying something awful. i’m sorry. it was pathetic. truly.”
“did you decide on something?" "huh?” “i hear it in your voice.”
“…i don’t think intuitive boys are very popular.” – tsumugu and chisaki, nagi no asukara
To all the fat or chubby girls that are self-conscious:
Go to the closest mirror and look at yourself. Look at those cute chubby cheeks. Poke them. Aren’t they amazing? They are so cute and beautiful.
Look at your eyes - maybe they look boring from far away, but if you get a close look you see the galaxies in them. Go! Look at it! They’re gorgeous!
And your hair! Oooh your hair! It is sooo pretty! Look at it! It doesn’t matter if it’s straight or curly or something in between. If it’s smooth or very messy! It’s so beautiful!
Now go further - look at your body. At your sweet chubby arms. Do you know how many people they have comforted? How many soft and warm hugs you’ve given people? Oooh I’d love to be hugged by you!
And your belly - is it big? Yes? No? It doesn’t matter. Poke it. Isn’t it soft? It’s so nice to sit on your lap when you’re like some soft and amazing pillow! You are just all soft and sweet and aaah I love you so much!!
And your legs. Do you think they’re too short? Too long? Too fat? Nah. Your legs are amazing! Think of those cute little fluffly animals with fluffy legs or paws. Do you think their legs are ugly? No. So why should yours be?
No, maybe you are not skinny, maybe you are not the standard model. But you are so beautiful and pretty.
Stop looking at what’s wrong, and start looking at what’s beautiful.
Because there is so much more.
@cnovakw sent: Hi! I fell in love with your science officer!kirk au and so this happened😂😂 I plan to get better glasses, but I figured I’d go ahead and share this (incomplete) cosplay with you 😁😁 -Finn
Your cosplay is super cool! That is not my AU (but if someone knows please tag the creator so they can see this amazing cosplay too!) I really adore your hair, exactly Kirk!! And the glasses are already so cool, I’m sure the next ones will be even better! 🐝
Requested: Yes,HI CAN I HAVE A EXTREME FLUFF IMAGINE WITH ROBBIE KAY OR PETER PAN WHERE YOU GUYS GET INTO A REALLY REALLY BAD FIGHT AND YOU DECIDE YOU GUYS SHOULD BREAK UP AND HES LIKE NO BABE WAIT IM SORRY AND YOURE LIKE NOPE I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE AND THEN YOU LEAVE AND HE CANT FUNCTION WITHOUT YOU SO HE TRIES TO WIN YOU BACK AND IT TAKES A WHILE BUT ONE DAY HE FINALLY WINS YOU BACK EXTREMELY FLUFFY PLEASE,
OMYGOD I SO LOVE THIS!!!!,
I love this so much ohmhgod,
I got chills! Is there going to be another part?,
AAAH I love this!!!! ;uu; part 3…?,
You should do a part three to New Year New Me, home slice!😬😬,
New year new me is amazing😭 please tell me that there is gonna be a part 3,
That was absolutely amazing! Will there be a third part to New Year New Me?,
Omgggggg 😍😍 I just read both parts of New Year new me you’ve got me hooked ITS SO GOOD !!!!!!1!111!1!1!!!1
Note: Last part after this coming soon! Hasn’t been pre-read, so might be some errors. Enjoy the juice!
Months have passed since the whole New Years incident. Peter has tried contacting Y/n for the longest, from texts to calls, emails, through her friends, voicemail. You name it, he’s tried it. But, nothing from her. Y/n was really done with him. And that didn’t sit right in his stomach, his brain or his heart.
When he got back to the place the two of them shared, her side of the room? Empty. Her stuff in the bathroom, the closets, the living room. It was all cleaned out. This was really happening, and he was the only one to blame. He didn’t know how long he thought his whole game would last, he just wanted to have someone on the side, just wiling to give themselves up for his needs and wants. But now, all he really wanted and needed was his love to forgive him.
Peter was a wreck without Y/n by his side. How she would cook breakfast on certain mornings, or him cooking for her and being scolded for almost burning the kitchen down. Usually she did most of the house cleaning, because he worked most of the time, and now their home was a complete mess and it smelled of depression and months of just barely showering. He kept the curtains closed all day, leaving it to look dark; he barely ate, or slept, and he was pretty sure he’s now fired from not coming into work. He was even threatened to be kicked out if he didn’t pay the rent.
Knocks could be heard from the front door, making Peter awaken from his dark slumber. He hasn’t been dreaming since Y/n left him, just endless darkness surrounding his mind. Once his eyes adjusted, he found the ceiling yet again for the hundredth time that day, and the knocking just kept coming. Letting out a soft groan, Peter turning his head to where he see the door. Confused for a second as to why, he then remembered he never made it to the bed. He was laying the couch.
Reaching over, Peter took a look at his phone, seeing that there were multiple missed called and messages from work, some friends…Wendy. But, none from the only person he’s been wanting to talk to. The loud and rapid knocking got worse, making Peter groan louder at the annoying noise the echoed around the place. Getting up lazily from the couch, he slowly made it way to the door, shouting at whoever it was that he was coming. Once he opened the door, all he wanted to do was slam it right back. But, it was too late. She flung herself at him.
“Oh, Peter! Why haven’t you been returning my calls? I was so worried about you, what have you been doing? And, ugh!” As quickly as she clung to him, she pushed him away once the smell hit her nostrils. “You smell like shit. When was the last time you took a shower-”
“What the hell do you want?” He rasps, eyes glaring down at the petite woman that stood with the bedroom eyes he swore he never wanted to see again.
“I’ve missed you…I’ve missed us-”
“Us? There is no us. There never was, and there never will be. You ruined my life, I should have never let you in, you’ve tainted the best relationship I’ve ever had, and I let you. If I ever see you face again, I swear to God I will be put in jail for beating the shit out of you.”
Without even hesitation, he slammed the door in her face. Walking away from the pounding, he tried ignoring her whining for him to come back and talk, but just went deeper into the condo. About 20 minutes passed when Wendy finally stopped trying and left, leaving Peter to sit in his funk and silence yet again. He couldn’t take it anymore. Not knowing if you were okay or not was driving him crazy. Were you still in town? Did you find someone else.
Just as that thought crossed his mind, he got a text message. Looking at the ID, his heart dropped when he say it wasn’t who he was hoping for. Sighing heavily, he opens it. It was Felix.
‘Dude, it’s been months. I haven’t seen or heard from you.’
Rolling his eyes, he replies. ‘And?’
‘Look I know you’re wallowing, but this is ridiculous.’
‘You and Tiger have made it clear that you want nothing to do with me. Just like her.’
‘I admit, what you did was below the belt, but you’re still my best friend. I care, and Y/n still cares about you. Whether you believe it or not. She does.’
Not responding this time, Peter just stares at those words Felix left. Ping. Looking again, another message. This time, a short video. Of her and some dude. This turned his blood into ice. So here he was crying over someone who won’t return his calls and goes out with other guys. Sure, he has no right to Y/n, they weren’t together. But that doesn’t stop the little green monster that built in the pit of his stomach. Who were you with? Squinting at the picture, he nearly choked once he identified who exactly you were with.