there are two settings. the first is success, a crushing perfection that simmers below the surface, a gritted-teeth force that breaks down more often than it runs. it is relying on panic to wake you up, it is nightmares about numbers, it is being unable to stop shaking when the test comes back, it is empty scores, no flaws found but still feels sore. it is the appearance of self-assurance, top-of-the-class, always-in-yoga. nobody gets into the room when you’re sobbing over your gpa. they only smell the candles and not the burning.
the second is failure. it comes in the wake of the smallest thing. a shrug and “you could have done better” rather than a smile. that’s it. and then it’s time to destroy everything. she frowned at me once, we aren’t really her friend and we must never speak to her again. he didn’t want to get dinner, not only is he not interested but he finds us repulsive. it is realizing you are sixteen minutes late and just skipping class rather than showing up late. it’s refusing to study because you understand nothing. it’s taking something down before someone can rip it down for you. it’s isolating yourself so nothing can hurt you and it’s hurting because you’re isolated. it’s missed calls, never-at-work, always-too-drunk.
when there’s a girl who finally likes you and you think she’s going to confess to you but you like another girl so before she gets the chance to tell you she likes you, you start telling her how there’s another girl who you like but then an older city boy appears and you assume it’s her boyfriend and that you completely misunderstood the situation
It has come to my attention that I follow very few people/blogs (and this might be the reason why my dash & queue are always dead…)(ok, not always but my dash is dead at 2am most of the time, which is a problem bc it’s some of the only time I have to be here)(that’s not true either, I will stop lying now lmao) the point of the long-ass post is that I need more blogs to follow so please reblog this if you post:
captain america is not here to lead the country. i’m here to serve it. if i’m a captain, then i’m a soldier. not of any military branch, but of the people. years ago, in simpler times, this suit and shield were created as a symbol to help make america the land it’s supposed to be. | insp.
desperate to get the too-dense leo to notice him, guanghong agrees to a fake relationship with phichit to make him jealous - so why’s seunggil the one acting so weird? a tale of romantic incompetence, cultural confusion, and asians being allergic to feelings.
“In the dictionary, the definition of ‘flirt’ is just my picture,” Guanghong says.
“I don’t think you’re a flirt,” Phichit says from the other end of the phone.
“Not the noun,” Guanghong says. He’s nineteen and has never been on a date - he’s definitely not a flirt. “What does 'to flirt’ mean?”
“Well, flirting is basically telling someone you like them without actually telling them, right?”
“Exactly,” Guanghong says. “That’s my specialty.”
“This is about Leo, isn’t it.”
Guanghong groans and flops back onto his pillows. Phichit laughs. “You should just tell him.”
“That’s not what the magazines say,” Guang mumbles. He covers his face with his hands. “And I’m too shy.”
He’s not sure when it began, but it’s been a while since he started crushing on his best friend. Every touch feels like static crackling on his skin and makes his heart beat as fast as love songs say they should. When the realisation finally hit him, he avoided talking to Leo for weeks, unable to even form a coherent English sentence around him. He’d only blurted the truth out to Phichit after Phichit confronted him, concerned about the state of their friendship.
Guanghong apologised to Leo, saying he’d been busy (this through text because he was still playing hide-and-seek with his grammar every time Leo was around), and they returned to their normal patterns.
Well, mostly normal. Along with English, eye contact seems to be one of the skills Guanghong’s feelings conveniently threw down a well. Sometimes, he finds his gaze lingering on Leo, unable to stop looking at the nape of his neck, his collarbones and clavicle, his calloused hands and long fingers. Other times, he can’t make eye contact without his heart threatening to burst out of his chest.
“Maybe you haven’t done enough,” Phichit suggests.
My dash is??? Super dead in terms of things I like so pls pls like/reblog/reply/whatever you’d like heck submit a smiley face to me if you want if you post about any of the following and I’ll check ur blog out and probably follow you:
•Phineas and Ferb/Milo Murphy’s Law
•Yuri on Ice
•Kung Fu Panda
•Avatar the Last Airbender/LoK
•Disney movies in general
•Fandomy stuff regarding YA books (or classic-probably-read-in-high-school books I’m always a sucker for roasting Victor Frankenstein)
•Glowy aesthetic?? Please
And I think that’s about it. Please don’t like/reblog/etc if you post nsfw or gory stuff thanks c:
Ok ok ok… So here are two Oikawa + “Swedish” outfits. (I just picked two guys at random from my school year catalogue and drew their outfits) that anon requested. I really don’t know what is fashionable here… So I just did this instead, I hope it’s okay! One thing I noticed was that almost all guys are wearing blue jeans that’re cuffed + a random long sleeved shirt…. Yeah!