i promise to do things tomorrow

A Thousand Tomorrows

Originally posted by claracivry

In answer to this anonymous request: can you pls write something for Credence based on “can i hold your hand?” & “i love you today, and i’ll love you tomorrow and everyday after that.”? feel free to make it extra fluffy if you wish!! thank you

A/N: Arghhh, I’ve gotten so behind on answering requests and I’ve been very busy with other things as well. But I promise, I’m slowly working through each of them!

Again, do let me know if there’s anything you’d like to see me write!

title: A Thousand Tomorrows

warnings: fluff, slight mentions of abuse, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluffffff


     Sometimes, Credence thinks he’s living in a daydream.

     That certainly seems to be the case, especially when he wakes up each morning to the tantalizing smell of pastries, freshly baked and bought from Mr. Kowalski’s store. Tina makes it a habit to drop them off each day, but rarely has time to enjoy them before rushing off to work.

     Or maybe it’s Newt’s fantastic, marvelous case of equally fascinating creatures that makes him think so. He’s found that he particularly likes to look at the bowtruckles. They’re tiny and adorable, and he’s beginning to form an attachment to one of them.

     Perhaps it’s the way Ms. Goldstein, the golden haired one who smiles sadly whenever she sees him, always comes by to make him a dinner so large he can never finish it. He wonders why she always winces when his thoughts meander towards Mary Lou and the sting of the belt across his palm.

     Or maybe, Credence decides, it’s the fact that you’re there with him.

     You, with your sincere smiles. You, with your sleepy good mornings. You, with the way you’ll cry for him when he wakes, trembling from nightmares, reciting all the poisonous lies Mary Lou branded into him, palms proffered, braced for a beating.

     He wonders what makes you so magical.

     It’s in the way you talk, Credence realizes, staring in what he believes is an inconspicuous manner. (It’s not.) Perhaps the magic is laced in the curve of your lips, in the twinkle of your eyes when you chatter on, just the right amount of excited. He feels a sort of strange, alien fluttering in his stomach, and he falters, unsure of whether he likes it or not.

     It’s in the way you laugh, Credence amends, watching as you pause to snicker at a joke Newt’s just made, attempting to suppress your laughter. You’re mostly failing, and he finds that his own mouth is copying yours, grinning. He hastily corrects himself. The magic, he says firmly, is in the way you beam, infectious and giddy. There’s that funny feeling again, Credence notes. He thinks he likes it.

     It’s definitely in the way you love, Credence revises. His gaze follows you as you cradle one of Newt’s Occamies, laughing that familiar, bell-like laugh, before you set it down in its nest. There’s an undeniable magical quality to the way you whisper ‘I love you’, to the hushed, secretive nature of your voice, as though the words are far too big to be contained should anyone else hear it.

     The night is cold, but Credence is not, because you’re there with him. He watches, fascinated, as you laugh into the chilly air, breath puffing out in little gasps, and wonders what it would be like to kiss the breath from your lips. But those are dangerous waters, and his eyes flicker down to your hands instead, exposed to the winter air.

     “Can I hold your hand?”

     There’s a beat of surprised silence from you, and you turn toward him, eyes wide and shining. He begins to stutter, to backtrack, because oh why did I have to ruin it, he scolds himself. But you’ll have none of that, and he finds your fingers lacing with his, already starting to warm up.

     You smile at him, the widest he’s ever seen. And there’s that feeling again, where it’s like the world has dropped beneath him, leaving only you and him, alone in the sky, hands entwined.

     “Don’t leave me,” he breathes out, rushed and quiet and everything terrified. He shouldn’t be scared, he really shouldn’t; Newt and Tina and everyone else didn’t spend all this time making sure he knew he was loved for nothing.

     But he is, and when you don’t answer, he stares down, shame burning his cheeks, and suddenly, he doesn’t feel like he’s floating anymore. The world has dropped from under his feet, but it’s no longer a pleasant sensation, and he tugs his hand from yours.

     You grasp his arm.

     You can feel his muscles, thin and starved, tighten beneath your touch. Credence stills, refusing to make eye contact, so you slide in front of him instead, forcing him to look at you.    

     “Credence,” you begin, “Listen to me.” You reach up to cup his cheeks, and you sense more than hear the slight hitch in his breath. “I will never leave you. I love you, Credence. I love you today, and I’ll love you tomorrow and everyday after that. And in the infinity after death, I’ll continue to love you.”

     Your thumb snags on a stray tear, but you’re not quite sure who it belongs to. Credence is happy, and he’s never thought it possible to feel so much. It’s overwhelming, and yet, he likes it. He definitely likes it.

    Everything about you, Credence decides firmly, is magic.

this is for you. the one that feels permanently damaged. the one that doesn’t think things could or ever will get better. the one that doesn’t want to see the light of tomorrow because they think nothing’s going to change.

stay alive, it really does get better. life can’t always be as awful as it may be right now. you deserve to be happy and you will get there. i believe in you, even if no one else does, though i’m sure that at least one other person does.

and in case nobody ever bothered to tell you this, i will tell you it: i am proud of you. so fucking proud of you for getting out of bed every single day and carrying on, even when it feels like you’re carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. i am so proud of you for continuing to fight. you are so strong. please remember that.


I never like it when people assume things about me. It just reminds me that I’m not clear enough to you guys about who I am. And the more people that follow me the more I become some mythic creature that people want to fight over.

Let me be clear: I’M NOT SPECIAL.

I’m just a dude that likes to play games. I honestly don’t care how many subscribers I have or how popular people think I am. All I’ve ever wanted to do is make fun videos and promote good will. I have no political agenda that I’d like to push nor do I want anything in return besides a smile and a promise to do some good in the world.

My videos are the purpose that I have chosen to fill my life with. If I didn’t enjoy what I do I would quit tomorrow but every day I eagerly await planning out what crazy new thing I’m going to do next. Hate has never EVER bothered me because how conceited would I be if I required the approval of every single person who knows me? It’s the hero worship that really bothers me because it clouds out what really matters and obscures the real reason behind my videos. At the end of the day, I’m just a goof. A goof that likes to play games.

So have some fun and don’t take things so seriously. And don’t forget to smile!

when people say things like it was selfish of Steve to want to help Bucky, or that he was betraying his values by going against the government on the accords, I get so ??? bc like, are we talking about the same Steve Rogers?

At the very start of his story, before he got the serum, Erskine said to Steve “Whatever happens tomorrow, promise me one thing. You’ll stay true to who you are, not a perfect soldier, but a good man.”

Steve isn’t now, never has been, and never will be, a perfect soldier. Steve has such strong morals of his own, such strong opinions, he has his beliefs and he holds them tightly to his chest, he wants to do what’s right. And all of this means that he was never going to be a “yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir” type of soldier, blindly following orders just because they are what the people with more power than him are saying. And that’s not new. That’s not something about Steve that was unseen before Civil War, this is the guy that ignored orders and became Captain America™ by parachuting into enemy territory and single-handedly bringing down a Hydra base because he refused to believe his friend was dead, or if he was, he didn’t think it right that his body should be left unfound. 

Steve isn’t someone that’s necessarily politically driven. He’s morally driven. If his morals are at odds with what he’s being told, he won’t do it. He’s been a government puppet, when he first got the serum and these new abilities, the government benched him. He knew that he could help, but the government wouldn’t send him. Because that didn’t match with their plan or their agenda. So is it any wonder, that when faced with accords that say to him, hand over your agency, let us choose when you can go and help, Steve’s morals that say to him “You have these abilities, you can do so much good, don’t waste them, help whenever you can”, immediately have him rejecting that notion? Is it any wonder that the man that has been let down by every government agency he’s come into contact with, doesn’t want his chance to do good to be policed by people so often too easily swayed by outside influences? Steve just wants to do good, he just wants to help, and he recognises that those two things are not always the top of the priority list when it comes to politics. 

So sure, Steve could have handed Bucky over to a government that didn’t even want to give him a lawyer, to people that had already decided he was guilty without even knowing the story. Sure, Steve could have just signed the accords and agreed to the government sanctions. These things would have been easier, these are the things a good little soldier would do. But easiest doesn’t always mean right, and it doesn’t always match what a good person would do. And that’s what it comes down to, Steve keeping his word. He’s not a perfect soldier, but he is a good man. 



As promised an update is here ^_^ sorry it’s pretty short this time I hope to post tomorrow. It’s just that tumblr has a 10 picture limit and I like to make sure each update stops nicely. oh, also the reason why I can’t do any weekday updates is cause I’m taking a class and I get back super late. I’ve also been thinking of doing another huge “construction” to this comic but man it’s gonna be a pain to do. Well I should start it sooner than later before things this comic gets too long tbh

Part 37

Start from Beginning


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Captain America: The First Avenger (2011 film) : Sentence Starters
  • "I'm not kissing you."
  • "Whatever happens tomorrow you must promise me one thing. "
  • "That you will stay who you are."
  • "I thought you were dead."
  • "I thought you were smaller."
  • "Is this a test?"
  • "I don't want to kill anyone."
  • "I don't like bullies; I don't care where they're from."
  • "What do you think?"
  • "Yes. I think it works."
  • "There's not gonna be a safe landing, but I can try and force it down."
  • "Right now I'm in the middle of nowhere."
  • "Do you want to kill Nazis?"
  • "Please don't do this."
  • "We can work it out."
  • "If I wait any longer a lot of people are gonna die."
  • "This is my choice."
  • "I'm gonna need a rain check on that dance."
  • "I'm here."
  • "I gotta put her in the water."
  • "(S)He'll know what to do."
  • "Eight o'clock on the dot. Don't you dare be late. Understood?"
  • "We'll have the band play something slow."
  • "I suppose that's the only question that matters."
  • "You will make us strong."
  • "(S)He has become convinced that there is a great power hidden in the earth, left here by the gods, waiting to be seized by a superior man/woman."
  • "The serum was not ready."
  • "Remember when I made you ride the Cyclone on Coney Island?"
  • "Yeah, and I threw up?"
  • "No matter what lies ________ told you, you see, I was his/her greatest success!"
  • "How do you feel?"
  • "You don't have one of those, do you?"
  • "I wasn't just THINKING about it. ________ is a clear choice."
  • "You put a needle in that kid's arm it's gonna go right through him/her."
  • "I am looking for qualities beyond the physical."
  • "This isn't payback, is it?"
  • "You don't win wars with niceness, doctor. You win wars with guts."
  • "________ told me you were insane."
  • "I know this neighborhood. I got beat up in that alley. And that parking lot. And behind that diner."
  • "I joined the army."
  • "You've been asleep, ________. For almost 70 years."
  • "Look, I'm sorry about that little show back there, but we thought it best to break it to you slowly."
  • "GRENADE!"
  • "You can't give me orders!"
  • "You gonna be okay?"
  • "Break what?"
  • "Is this permanent?"
  • "I couldn't call my ride."
  • "You're late."
  • "Yeah. I knocked out Adolf Hitler over 200 times."
  • "The moment you think you know what's going on in a woman's head is the moment your goose is well and truly cooked."
  • "Wait. You know what you're doing?"
  • "Seems harmless enough. Hard to see what all the fuss is about."
  • "Shut it down!"
  • "Fondue is just cheese and bread, my friend."
  • "Sit down."
  • "It's probably too late to go to the bathroom, right?"
  • "We barely got out of there alive, and you want us to go back?"
  • "Well, that was easy."
  • "And they will, personally, escort Adolf Hitler to the gates of Hell."
  • "That was penicillin."
  • "I don't eat meat."
  • "Who are you supposed to be?"
  • "You'd be ineligible on your asthma alone."
  • "I can swim."
  • "I'm a great fan of your films!"
  • "You cannot control the power you hold."
  • "You will burn!"
  • "I'm doing it. I'm saving your life."
  • "I had some ideas about the uniform."
  • "I thought he'd be taller."
  • "Your metabolism burns four times faster than the average person."
  • "You could have the power of the gods!"
  • "Cut off one head, two more shall take its place."
  • "Hail Hydra."
  • "I have not come all this way for safety."
  • "If you have something to say, right now's a perfect time to keep it to yourself."
  • "I asked for an army and all I got was you."
  • "Yeah, I just... I had a date."
Have a lovely day!

💗 Please remember to eat today. It’s okay to eat.
💗Drink your water! Please!
💗Take your medicine if you must.
💗Don’t push yourself, take things at your own pace!
💗Rest if you need!
💗Tell yourself it’s going to be a good day today.
💗If it’s a bad day, tomorrow will be better.
💗You’re doing great.
💗You’re loved.
💗You aren’t alone, I promise!

I’m Back!

((… For a while.

As I have exams, which means I am ‘free’ of school for the next half a month yet. My worst exam has passed, and I am currently making as many asks as possible. I can’t promise how many I will get done, nor how long I will stay, but I’ll do as much as I can when I have my head free of the stress we all know and love ^^ 

A lot of those things have happened as well, but I won’t pull any more excuses and explanations out of my b-hind. Instead I just hope all of you are doing well, and that I can get to be around a little more in my next semester of school ^^ I should be a little less stressed in the coming half a year, but you can really never know with these things.))

This week has gone by quickly but has been a lot to handle.

My first day back from break was awful and I was pretty angry about everything that went down. I bounced back and was able to do a few things to alleviate that anger on Tuesday, but I’m still feeling frustrated and unsure of what to do. Changes have been promised, but some things like personalities are not going to be changed enough to make things sustainable. There are so many things I love about my school and so many reasons I want to stay, but this one person is going to be the thing that makes me leave, whether it’s sooner or later.

In other news, I had a super productive morning today and am finally reaching the end of the to-do list I left myself before the break.

I just have to get through tomorrow and next week before I head to Florida for my conference. I’ve got this.

In unrelated news, my shoulder is starting to feel better and really only hurts when I do things to aggravate it - getting dressed and driving are the worst. I’m going to start working out again once I get back from Florida.


“So what do you want to do kid?” “I think i’m going to drive around a little later, get to know where things are. It’s a cute town.” Your uncle smiled at you and gave a nod. “Yeah that’s a good idea. Just don’t stray out of Charming.” “I won’t, I promise. I passed this nail salon earlier, think I’ll go there and get a pedicure, relax a little. That was a long flight.” “I can imagine. Just chill today, tomorrow you can come to the clubhouse and meet my brothers.” “That sounds good Uncle Hap.” He smiled and pulled you into a hug, kissing your head. “Alright kiddo. Don’t get into trouble. If you need me call me.” You nodded and he released you, turning around and headed to the door of your hotel room.

As he walked out, you locked the door behind him and turned around, looking around the room. You decided to take a shower and then go get your nails done, then look around town.

You came out of the nail salon inspecting your nails when a young guy came up to you and holded a flyer out to you. “Hi, you look new.” You smiled and took it, looking it over. “Yeah. Just visiting a family member.” “That’s cool. Well if you’re free, you should come down to Blue Devil Pub. We’re having a special on liquor tonight and ladies get in free until 1 am.” You looked over the flyer some more and then smiled at him again. “This looks cool. I might drop by. I’m not really one for club stuff though.” “It’s not. It’s a little more easy going. Just booze and some good old Rock N’ Roll.” “Well then. I’ll be there.”


“What can I get you beautiful?” “Um, just a Screwdriver.” “Yes ma'am.” The older gentleman turned around to make your drink as you felt someone sit beside you. You looked over and saw a cute guy sitting 2 seats over, tattoos on his arms and head, with a tapered Mohawk and dark clothes. He caught you looking at him and smiled at you before nodding in front of you. You turned and saw the bartender holding out your drink. “There you go sweetheart. Juice! What can I get for you my man? Same old?” He turned to the tattooed man and so did you. Who the hell came to a bar to get juice? "Yeah Bernie, same old.“ Not wanting to be rude you turned back towards your own drink, mixing it a couple times with the straw and taking a sip.

The man continued talking to the bartender for a couple minutes while you simply people watched but you felt someone sit directly beside you. Looking over, you saw it was the guy. “You’re new.” It wasn’t really much of a question but a statement. “Uh, yeah. Just seeing family.” He nodded. “I didn’t mean to be creepy, it’s just a small town. New faces stick out a little. I’m Juan.” He stuck out his hand and you grabbed his, shaking it lightly. “Y/N.” “Pretty name. How long are you in town?”


You let out a moan as his lips worked down your neck, your hands grabbing onto his muscular shoulders. You were sitting on the bathroom counter, your legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed you. You’d had a couple drinks but no where near enough to impair your judgment. You knew exactly what you were doing and you knew that maybe it wasn’t the best idea to hook up with some random guy on your first night here but you were so drawn to him. He was rugged and intimidating but adorable at the same. You’d put up quite the fight, not giving into your desires and saying yes to him immediately but ultimately, you had agreed to letting him go back with you to your hotel.

Now he was sliding his hands down to your ass, lifting you up and walking to the bed with you in his arms. He put you down and hovered above you before smiling and ducking down to press his lips to the base of your throat. He enjoyed being able to be with a woman that wasn’t easy. He liked having to put in work. He liked the chase. He’d spent the better half of an hour talking you and trying to get you into bed with you denying him but along the way, he’d learned a little bit about you and from that he could tell you were a cool girl. Plus, you didn’t reek of 6 other men and stale cigarettes like the Croweaters that were always hanging off of his arm.

You smelled clean, fresh, with a just a hint of perfume when he got close to your neck or moved your hair which was very unlike the girls he was used to that smelled as if they bathed in their perfume and he couldn’t get enough of you. He sat up and grabbed onto your jeans by your ankles, pulling them off your legs and discarding them on the floor followed by your shirt. You leaned your head forward and kissed along his jaw as he pulled you up and reached behind you, pulling off your bra and taking your nipple into his mouth. You gasped as you felt how warm his mouth was and arched into him, his fingers already beginning to remove your panties.  

You smiled and just enjoyed the feeling of him against your body. You were always so strict with your life and making specific times to do specific things. It felt good to be able to just randomly do something so out of the norm. Juice was caught off guard as you rolled him over, straddling his hips and kissing down his chest, pulling off his jeans as well. "Juice,“ You looked up at him confused. "I…I don’t have any…” He snorted and shook his head. “No. I mean you can call me Juice. Most people do. I saw how you looked when Bernie called me Juice. I just wanted to tell you my real name because…I don’t know. But you can call me Juice.” “Oh. I like Juan.” He smiled, his eyes squinting and you laughed before pressing your lips to his and sinking down on him, a gasp leaving both of your open mouths.


“Hey babygirl. The guys are inside.” “Ok.” You grabbed onto your uncles hand and walked with him into the clubhouse. It looked similar to the one over in Tacoma that you’d been to but a little nicer. Less crowded too. “Tig, brother, come meet my niece.” A tall man with dark curly hair and beautiful blue eyes came towards you, a smile on his face. “Hi doll, you must be Y/N. This one here has been talking about you coming down for weeks.” You laughed as Hap smiled and held your hand out but Tig pushed it away. “Nu uh, we’re family around here.” He pulled you into a hug and you hugged him back, immediately feeling welcomed.

Just as you pulled away, you saw a man standing by the bar, staring at you with wide eyes. You looked at him and looked away but had to do a double take, seeing the same tattooed head from the night before that was between your thighs for a good portion of the night. You’re eyes widened and matched his shocked face. Happy immediately caught the interaction and raised an eyebrow. “You two know each other?” You stuttered a bit before looking up at your uncle. “Yeah. We met at the grocery store.” Happy nodded. “Well at least you’ve made a friend.” You swallowed at looked towards Juice who was smiling and nodding at Happy.

“Yeah. It’s always nice to make new friends.”

The song fic for @writingbyers

A Jonathan x reader with the song I Feel Alive by We The Kings. 

Warning(s): Nightmares

Character(s): Jonathan

Originally posted by mikewheelers

We’re all alone watching shadows on the ceiling
I’ve gone numb but I can’t forget the feeling
And I don’t even know if I can close my eyes
Don’t want to sleep ‘cause I’m wide awake and dreaming
Hold me close and catch your breath now
I promise not to leave this bed yet 

You stared up at the ceiling of your room, trying to erase what you had seen and felt from your mind. 

It had been so cold, and everything was so, so dark. It was like walking through some twilight zone, with white particles of unknown matter floating in the air. Then that … that thing had attacked, and everything had become a blur of adrenaline and fear as you ran. 

Every time you closed your eyes, you would see the creature. It looked vaguely humanoid–by the loosest terms possible–with bony arms and legs and long, spindly fingers. The worse part was the face, or rather, its lack of thereof. It unfurled like the petals of some flower from the deepest pit of hell, exposing row upon row of devastating teeth. 

Jonathan was laying beside you in your bed, his chest moving up and and down slowly as he breathed. His eyes were closed, but he wasn’t sleeping. 

You couldn’t blame him. 

Cause I feel alive
I feel alive
'Cause I feel alive (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I feel alive (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I finally feel alive

You were scared, traumatized, and most likely going to have nightmares for the rest of your life–however long that may be, at least–but at least you were alive. You still had that going for you. Unfortunately, there wasn’t really much else that fell under the category of bright side. Unless you counted your crush, Jonathon Byers, laying beside you. In your bed. That was another part of why you couldn’t sleep.

I’m lying here whispering the sweetest nothing
I feel your heart beating faster than you’re breathing
And I don’t even know if I can close my eyes
Don’t want to sleep 'cause I’m wide awake and dreaming
Hold me close and catch your breath now
I promise not to leave this bed yet

Eventually, you managed to close your eyes, but it didn’t last long before you jolted awake, barely managing to choke back a scream. And Jonathan was there, his arms around you, slowly rocking you back forth as he rubbed soothing circles into your back. Tears pricked at your eyes, and you buried your face into his chest, hoping that you could lose yourself in him. 

You could hear his heartbeat as your breaths eventually evened out–beating faster than what should have been normal. Looking up through still glazed over eyes, you caught his gaze. 

One of Jonathan’s hands cradled your cheek, thumb wiping away a few renegade tears. 

'Cause I feel alive
I feel alive
'Cause I feel alive (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I feel alive (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

You didn’t know who made the first move, but after you leaned into his touch, his lips were on yours. They were a little chapped, but still soft. It was a minute or two before you pulled away, lungs crying out in need of oxygen. 

Sniffing a little, you mustered a small little smile. Jonathan smiled back uncertainly, unsure of what to do next. You didn’t know either, it wasn’t like you had much practice with relationships. 

There’s a time and a place for you to save what’s left
So tell me all of the things you dream but never did
There’s a time and a place for you to hold your breath
So tell me all of the things you thought but never said

“I know I’m pretty bad with words most of the time, and I don’t know what to say now, but–” you placed a finger on his lips, but he continued on “–I know what to say now …” he trailed off as you raised an eyebrow. 

“Usually, when someone puts a finger to your lips that means to stop talking,” you hummed in amusement. ‘Let’s save the talking for the morning, alright? When we’re not dead tired and running off of adrenaline fumes.”

Jonathan nodded, lying back down, this time, with you in his arms. 

'Cause I feel alive
I feel alive
'Cause I feel alive (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I feel alive (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I finally feel alive
I finally feel alive

I finally feel alive


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{ sugakiyo; first kiss }

Suga’s been practicing. Or so Daichi insists.

“I saw him kissing the mop in the supply closet,” their captain snickers, and pushes Asahi forward for protection when Suga goes in for a punch. “Hey, don’t go doing it in places where you don’t want other people to see!”

“I. did. not.” He glares at Asahi until the poor boy trembles under the heat, almost as if daring him to refute and promising pain if he did. “How unsanitary, Daichi. At least make up a believable lie, like a volleyball or something.”

“Umm, why would you need to practice, Suga? I’m sure you’re g-great — oh, god, I didn’t mean it to come out so weird. I-I just meant, you look like you would be good? I-I mean, not that you look like a player or anything, just that you look like someone who’s been kissed before and —  you know what, I don’t know what I mean so maybe you should just ignore me—”

Daichi slaps him sharply on the back so that he splutters off with a cough, but Asahi looks infinitely grateful for it.

“That’s the thing, see? I haven’t been.” Suga stares at the sky, light throwing angelic patterns on his hair. “Been waiting for the right girl. And a girl like Shimizu, she deserves the best, you know?”

“Better than your moppy lips,” Daichi mumbles under his breath, and this time Suga moves fast enough to land a fist to his arm and even manages some serious damage — he’s that pissed. Rubbing his throbbing bicep, he wheezes, “But for real, Suga. I think you’re overthinking it, maybe?”

Suga buries his face in his hands, groaning into the lines of his palms. “Ugh. I’ve just… I’ve wanted to kiss her for so long. And I think she’s been expecting it. It’s gotta be perfect.”

“It will be perfect because you two are in love.”

“Oh, can it, Asahi. No one ordered all that cheese.”

Asahi shrinks once again, this time behind flyaway hair and blushing cheeks.

“Listen here, Suga,” Daichi starts, wisely. He claps a hand on his friend’s shoulder, squeezing it as an extra, reassuring measure. “Kissing’s easy. You just gotta lean in and touch your lips to hers. That’s all.”

Suga looks mildly impressed. “So you’ve done it before?”

“Uhh. Well, no. But you bring food to your mouth all the time.” He shrugs. “Can’t be much different than that, can it?”

Suga flings off his hand with a groan.

“I-I think Daichi’s got the right idea,” Asahi pipes up, rubbing his neck. “And you can’t make the kiss too long because then it could just feel gross. And you can’t make it too short because otherwise she might think you just tripped and caught yourself in time or something.”

“And remember to close your eyes,” Daichi adds, prompting Asahi to nod vigorously at his side. “I hear girls live for that stuff.”

“O-Okay. This is good stuff. I think I’ve got this.”

Suga nods determinedly.


This is Suga’s first kiss with Shimizu:

He leans in. He closes his eyes. He misses.

Amidst him typing a ferociously long hate mail to both his so-called best friends, Shimizu giggles, hooks his chin to bring his face to hers, and kisses him sweetly on the lips. Maybe she’s a little clumsy as well, and maybe it leaves all of Suga’s senses too foggy to remember to press send.

Unannounced vacation.

Sorry for the recent lack of updates.

Part of the reason is just the fact that I’m trying to use the winter break to recuperate before class begins again.

Another is that I haven’t felt very inspired lately, which is rare for me, but it happens. I’ve been doing lots of practice sketching, and some ideas are starting to work their way back.

I have a list of questions I want to answer, and will begin working on one tomorrow. No promises on exactly when it will be released, but hopefully before Monday.

I might post some of the practice stuff on the modblog as well. Most of it is just things like facial practice, hand practice, etc. But maybe someone will find it interesting!

You guys are the best for still following me all these years! I’m far from done yet! I’m just a little tired right now!


“ Lying is the first step to becoming a thief, you know. “

My entry for kaiao week,day 4. I chose “Closer” this  came to my mind when I thought about it. The thing I’m doing for tomorrow isn’t angsty, I promise lol.

im going to bed for real now no jokes

i want to apologize to my followers old and new for all of this discourse. i wasnt denying the importance of gay relationships (and i do agree that they need to be diverse. i mean jfc im a gay agender girl in a interracial relationship) what i was basically trying to do was bring awareness of treatment of people of color and trans people in fandom regardless of what relationship theyre in and it kind of…blew up and spun out of control and now ppl are twisting my words and it became a mess

i promise you tomorrow will not be like this; it’ll hopefully be far more calm and filled with less discourse. this isnt fun for me at all in fact its draining. so hopefully i can just do mundane things like reblog shitposts and talk about my ocs and stuff

goodnight ya’ll

sweet dreams!