so um.. i hit 1k a few days ago is this even real?!?! & I’m still processing that one thousand of you actually follow me?? Thank you all so so much! You make my day by sending me cute messages & those tags underneath posts when you reblog something 😭💖
To all my mutuals, just thank you for always being there for me. Your thoughts & kindness is just so invigorating & amazing. idk wHAT I can do to thank y'all 💘
Every single one of you here are such amazing people & I hope that you all achieve everything you want in life. Thanks for being such an amazing & helpful community <3
i thought it would be a fun idea to do some blogrates wow how original nidhi lols to celebrate this moment? ✨
Life on the streets isn’t easy, especially if you’re a kid trying to look out for your best friend in the world.
The knife clatters to the ground and the noise eats away further at the headache forming behind Kuroo’s temples. It’s the damn heat balling together in between the suffocating, narrow alleyways of this godforsaken city.
He breathes out and bends down to pick the knife back up.
“Kenma, you need to learn how to fight. Else you can’t survive.”
The other boy just stares up at him from under his messy bangs, his cat-like eyes wide and defiant.
“I don’t want to”, he repeats, barely audible, but Kuroo has heard this sentence too many times today. Heck, he wouldn’t even have to say it, it’s in his eyes and his voice and the fact that he won’t hold on to the knife Kuroo tries to give him.
There is no use. He won’t let Kuroo teach him hand-to-hand combat (and Kuroo could never, ever bring it over himself to attack his friend until he was forced to protect himself, even though it would be safer for the both of them in the long run).
“It’s alright”, he breathes with a sigh and tucks the knife back into the one boot he managed to snatch. It’s much more durable than the sandal on his other foot. Without a knife dangling from his belt, it makes him seem like he’s unarmed. It’s important, ‘cause when adults and teens want to mess you up, your biggest advantage is them underestimating you.
“I’ll just have to keep you safe, then.”
Kenma stumbles forwards and Kuroo wraps him up in a hug that is far too close for a hot day like this, but it doesn’t really matter when Kenma buries his face in his dirty shirt.
He doesn’t have to tell him thanks, Kuroo knows it’s what this hug means.
Hey it's okay to feel insecure, and I want to let you know that your works are amazing! Thinking about how you are trying to do your own original work makes me go "WOW HOW INCREDIBLE" And your ideas are awesome too and I know you will pull it through because after all it is your great effort!! I think that sometimes the flaws we see in our own stuff also makes something more special and interesting, as if telling us that we are yet able to do something more, but at our own pace, you know? Luck!
I really needed to read that right now ~ You have my sincere gratitude for taking the time to write this.
hi! congratulations on 1k!! i reallyyy love your blog! [br] i'm currently visiting family in japan and am trying to brush up on my japanese skills!! the culture here is so interesting, and it's great seeing my family again.
hi hana! (i’m assuming this isn’t hope due to you visiting japan haha) thank you so much! and that’s really cool! one of my best friends is also visiting family in japan!! have fun on your trip :)
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compliments: i love your original posts! they’re super unique, and i like your mix of posts as well!!! i appreciate the minimalist approach! you two seem like super sweet people! the only thing i don’t get: how do you like ap human geography?! i took that last year, and it was definitely not my favorite hahah :) thanks for sending in an ask!
It never ceases to amaze me how so much in fanon Slytherin house is viewed very much as male dominated and patriarchal but like it’s the house of the cunning and the ambitious and basically I really doubt for a minute the women would seriously let themselves be viewed as secondary people unless it really fucking served them and even then they’d probably find a way to get back at you later for thinking of them as weak???
I just wanna say real quick, thanks for reading. I’m sure many people are all like ‘isn’t she just copying someone else, wow, how original’ shit like that. But it means a lot to me for those who like this story, makes me have hope that maybe I’m not completely talent-less after all. Well, that’s a story for another day, how about I post some more chapters. Anyway, thanks again.
Prompto woke up that morning feeling groggy and still feeling absolutely horrible about what had happened the previous night. He knew what it was like to be stared at and be considered a freakshow, why would he stare at her so intensely when he knew it bothered her? Sure, when she approached him, he was more watching the fight between her and Wiz than actually watching her, but she wouldn’t have freaked out if he hadn’t stared at her so much before.
Prompto had to apologize; the thought of Alaea being mad at him was making his skin crawl and he wanted her to realize that he wasn’t staring because he thought she was a freak.
He wanted to see her smile again…this time at him, though.