#this supposed to be a warm up :^)

[inkskinned]

everyone says you can always restart. that your future isn't forgotten, just sort of misplaced. they name actors and singers and authors who started at 46, 59. they cite chappell roan's 10 years. they tell you to push and push, that some day you'll open a door and the truth will be behind it.

but what if you aren't a celebrity in sheep's clothing. what if you're just a normal person. most people aren't exceptionally talented or else talent wouldn't be exceptional - right? what if you're just another median person; not ever startlingly bad nor terrifyingly good.

you put the shopping carts back and you walk your dog and you write poems on the internet. you have grown a plant or two; killed a few others. you did okay, overall, and you've been okay most of your life. not valedictorian, but you were a smart kid. you had some hard knocks, but you got up again. your life is just - average. you probably will never sing onstage at coachella. most of the time you are at peace with that - someone needs to drive the speed limit. life isn't about extraordinary circumstances, it's just about building a life you love and figuring out how to live in it.

but you would like to feel as if you'd found "the answer." everyone else seems to have some kind of talent they are born nesting in - and meanwhile you just exist. is that why you cycle through crafts and hobbies and activities like a roulette wheel? are you waiting for the moment where it turns out - all this time, you've been a visionary. a genius. all this time, you were special. even you: someone who has-never-been.

crawling up your throat: something bitter and savage. not quite a feeling of wasted potential. after all, you need to first have potential in order to waste it.

[screwpinecaprice]

She's not like other girls

[overh0l]

the couple ever

[feelo-fick]

"it feels like just yesterday you wanted to kick me in the throat..."

"that WAS yesterday! good times..."

og post :]

[kaiju-naut]

Whoa careful guys I think he has a crush on somebody (it’s u)

[ronanxing]

goobers

[amusingghost]

just some feral (mer)kids

unapologetically inspired from @swordsmans's fic the sea makes bones of bodies because i read it (again) and my GOD man it makes me feel so many things

[llegato]

clarity in time

[realityrewind]

giving poolverine my signature kissing-with-a-pink-background special

[stemmmm]

it's guy

[lucabyte]

Different standards

[sikuanlili]

I think I like when it rains.

[sodaneko]

・❥・suna x gn!reader ; slightly suggestive ; second chance romance ; word count: 824

suna rintarō doesn’t get why you’re so surprised over the photo strip on the fridge. no way, you still have that? of course he does. you were his first love after all. and if he was being honest with himself (something he avoided), you were his last, too. in all these years after you broke up there was no one who got even close to replacing you. so yeah, he kept the memory from when you squeezed into that photo booth together after school; your uniforms a bit rumpled, a lollipop dangling from the corner of your mouth, lipstick marks all over his face. you were so happy back then, young and naive and so, so head over heels in love. 

now you’re older and more beautiful than ever and your eyes light up when you spot him from across the room at the class reunion. it’s been years but his name still rolls off your tongue the way it used to, and even though you changed your perfume (he can tell) your familiar scent still lingers on you when he buries his face in your hair, strong arms coming to wrap around your middle and pulling you close. he has been a fool for ever letting you go. osamu, his roommate and witness to the scene, shoots him a knowing glance before giving you both some space. suna’s whole world just shrunk down to the size of you in his arms anyway. 

you talk. you talk for hours while ignoring everyone else, your knees nudging against another under the table, your pinkies almost touching while his hand rests next to your glass, his eyes flickering down to your lips for a brief moment until you ask him if he wants to get out of here; his heart in his throat when he nods and your hand slips into his like muscle memory. he’s not drunk but he feels lightheaded, like he’s in a dream where he gets to have you again. 

suna fumbles for his house keys while trying to recall if he cleaned after himself before he left or if osamu’s boxers are still on the bathroom floor as they always are, but his mind goes blank the moment you tangle your hand in his hair and pull him down to your lips. there’s a certain despair to the kiss, as if you’re both afraid that it’ll just be another faint memory once the sun rises again. the door clicks open and suna shoves you inside, pushing you against the nearest wall, one leg slotting between your thighs before he kisses you back with hunger, slender fingers cradling your face. you’re clawing and biting at each other with fervor, and by the time you make it to his bedroom you’re already panting and moaning his name.

and when morning comes you’re still there in his arms, lying on top of him, feeling his heart drum against his ribcage as if it’s trying to find a way back to yours. he presses a kiss to your jawline and the side of your neck before rolling you over, pinning you underneath him. you still giggle and laugh the same way you used to and suna thinks that he never stopped loving you, not even a bit. it’s still there, unfurling in his chest, blooming into you. you sigh into his open mouth when his fingers find your sweet spot again, taking you apart like something holy once more, again and again, too afraid it will be the last time he gets to have you like this.

it’s already noon when he carries you over to the kitchen, putting you down on the counter while he roams the cabinets for something to eat. with osamu as his roommate he doesn’t have to search for long, but your attention is already elsewhere, pinned to the fridge door and the photos adorning it. we look a lot like we did back then, don’t we? suna huffs out a laugh but you’re not wrong; you, wearing his crinkled shirt and nothing else, an unlit cigarette dangling from the corner of your mouth, and his face covered in your lipstick marks–even the shade is identical.

he grabs his phone and leans into you, your arms coming to wrap around his neck and your cheek squished against his as you laugh without a single worry in the world. the camera shutter clicks. the past repeats itself in the tiny kitchen and the love is still there, never left, just orbited around the sun to grow tenfold in size. suna will forever love you, his lips brushing against your knuckles and the inside of your wrist before he finds your mouth again, the unspoken promise pushed between your parted lips, the silent plea on the tip of his tongue. 

love me back. love me like you used to. love me as if it never hurt. love me, love me, love me.

[darkiemuff]

A silly video idea that I have in mind for a while. This took me a while to finish (due to exams and school generally) but its done now :'D

Scarred AU by @theartistisme43, this AU made me fell inlove with SMG34 even more lol when I first know them. If you were wondering where are SMG4's scars were, this takes place during Puzzlevision.

[courtmartialme]

every touch an apology

[ping-ski]

"why don't you put it riiiight here, doll?"

(silly extra under the cut <3 )