this shirt is my fave that he owns

abemiha; fluff, sleepy cuddles

Somebody is tapping his shoulder, lightly, hesitantly, like they’re uncertain but not enough to stop themselves. Takaya groans, swatting at the hand blindly.

“Ta-Takaya-kun,” he hears above him, and the familiar soft voice finally snag the cogs in his mind. He opens his eyes, squinuting through the dark.

“Ren? What’s wrong?”

Mihashi’s hand retreats to clutch at his own shirt. He shifts on his feet, wide eyes already flitting to the side, a nervous habit he never really grew out of. Takaya rubs his eyes, trying to wake himself up a bit more. Usually, Mihashi’s out like a light before him, and dead to the world until morning. If he’s awake this time of night, there must be something.

“T-Takaya-kun,” Mihashi says again, hazel eyes flickering back to Takaya’s face. “Y-you said that I should… I should come to you i-if, if I’m, um… If I’m not, if I’m—I’m sc-nnngh.” Mihashi’s hands squeeze his shirt, and Takaya’s awake enough now to see the slight trembling through Mihashi’s scrawny body.

He sits up a bit, sliding over on his bed. Reaching out a hand, he waits until Mihashi slowly takes it to pull the other boy down onto his bed with him. “Nightmare?” he guesses. 

Mihashi gives him a small nod, sliding his legs under the blanket wordlessly. He settles onto his side quickly, facing Takaya.

“Do you want me to turn on the lights?” Takaya struggles to hold back a yawn as he waits for Mihashi’s shake of the head. “Okay,” he says, pulling the blanket back up around the both of them. “Okay. It’s okay, I got you.” Blinking sleepily, he puts an arm around Mihashi, sighing when he feels the other boy automatically slide closer. 

“We’ll go pitch in the morning, yeah?” Takaya yawns, patting Mihashi’s head absently. “Any pitch you want. Even your fastballs. Though we’ll have to count those, I don’t want you getting hurt before game season…” He continues talking about all the baseball they’ll do tomorrow until he hears the soft snores against his chest. Takaya sighs lightly, running a hand through Mihashi’s fluffy hair. He closes his eyes, and follows Mihashi into sleep.

i drew my sweet bean lester | dan’s drawing 

things you probably didn’t know/ forgot about akihito kanbara:

-his favorite animal is a squirrel
-his fave sport is soccer
-his mom used to show up to his classes as a kid and embarrass him omg
-”my dream for the future is to have a palace of glasses”
-because of his circumstances, he accepts everyone cheerfully and kindly
-grew up with people literally hunting him down and trying to kill him
-he owns like 4 glasses shirts (at least) according to official art lmfao
-he is unconditionally and tragically in love w/ mirai kuriyama
-i’m serious he loves her so much holy shit
-in the light novels, he had a tiny crush on mitsuki!!
-he loves (LOVES LOVES LOVES) omurice
-the most selfless boy
-mirai kuriyama is “the most important person to me in my entire life”
-do you ever just die
-REMEMBER HOW HE ACCEPTED BEYOND THE BOUNDARY remember how it stole mirai away from him AGAIN
-AKIHITO KANBARA LOVES MIRAI KURIYAMA SO MUCH THAT HIS FEELINGS FOR HER WERE ABLE TO PHYSICALLY RE-MANIFEST HER EXISTENCE IN THE REAL WORLD. HE PULLED HER OUT OF BEYOND THE BOUNDARY INSIDE OF HIM THROUGH THE SHEER STRENGTH OF HIS LOVE ALONE. IMAGINE LOVING SOMEONE THAT MUCH. IMAGINE HAVING SOMEONE RETURN THOSE FEELINGS WITH JUST AS MUCH FERVOR. IMAGINE THAT PERSON FORGETTING EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU - YOUR VOICE, YOUR EYES, YOUR VERY EXISTENCE - AND STILL HAVING A PART OF YOU SO DEEP ROOTED IN THEIR SOUL THAT THEY MOURN YOU EVEN AS YOU STAND IN FRONT OF THEM.
-FUCK
-YOUR FAVE COULD NEVER

minyo-ongi  asked:

Post 10 facts about yourself and pass it on to 10 faves 💜

uh oH OKAY–

1 i’m a slut for got7
2 i can’t stand the smell of refrigerators?? (i literally hold my breath when i open the refrigerator it’s not funny i always choke)
3 i ruin everything electricity-related around me 
4 i’m really scared of birds help me
5  he ll a  p ic ky e a te r 
6 my favourite cartoon is the amazing world of gumball
7 for an unknown reason all the laptops i owned were red
8  i have way too many striped shirts it’s becoming a problem
9 i broke both my right and left pinky in elementary school
10 i have a hard time listing facts about myself because. idk

anyway thank you al ( ˘ ³˘)

washingtonpost.com
The day I hung out at Prince’s house, talking fame, disguises and Michael Jackson’s death
The author went to Paisley Park for a photo shoot, and it turned into a dinner party.

Hadn’t read this before.  Nice piece - here are my fave parts:

Two hours passed before Prince strode into the room to meet us, wearing fairly casual clothing, in his own unique style, of course: fitted black button-up shirt and black slacks, accented by Lucite-soled sneakers inset with lights that blinked on his every step. His walk was more of a “pimp,” really — partially due to a recent hip surgery, but also because Prince just had incredible swag. (Note: this was in 2010 - also mentioned in a Rolling Stone piece.)

He was small, very small — but not fragile. He was accommodating, but also a bit guarded. After zooming through small talk, he wanted to get down to business. He guided us over to a dining room area, containing a table and chairs cut in the shape of chess pieces. He took a seat and without blinking asked, “So what do you want to do?” Ruiz quickly went into a creative spiel, while Prince nodded slightly in approval — quickly processing each suggestion and idea. We talked for 20 minutes before he suddenly said,  “Okay, I got it. I’ll be back.” He shortly returned, pulling a rack of clothes that he selected specifically for this particular shoot and concept. He was totally cooperative. Not quite the guy that I had read about. (My italics)

The death of Michael Jackson (at one point another devout Jehovah’s Witness) was still fresh on everyone’s minds, and Prince admitted the two had talked about the challenges of mixing fame with a religious journey. He said that it was difficult for both of them, and he personally couldn’t have done it at a younger point in his life. He wished he could have talked to Michael more about it before he died.

Prince invited us to stay for dinner, along with Smiley, Larry Graham (the bassist for the band Sly and the Family Stone) and his wife, and Bria Valente, Prince’s girlfriend at the time. He cracked jokes about youthful times spent with high school friend Morris Day, leader of the R&B band The Time. He talked about his concern for the future of musicianship, after government cuts in school band programs. He applauded his own musical influences, showing respect for Carlos Santana and his reverence for the band-leading prowess of Ike Turner. He warned about the Minneapolis police department and the easy risk of being ticketed for driving while black.