#//Aka

[dutybcrne]

Soulmate au where you can see colors upon touch your soulmate for the first time, but angst

[xiindomitable]

"Sustenance!" Perhaps slightly overcooked rice, yes. But sustenance all the same!

[strawberry-barista]

Hanekoma smiled as he pressed a glass to his lips, shared eye contact with a stranger. A cold night warmed by good food and better company. Hands that passed each other and passed along, words spoken over the heavy din of customers.

He didn't want to spend Christmas alone, and he didn't want to spend it in the company of a stranger like this.

That stranger offered to keep him company for the rest of the night, too, but he declined. Being alone was better than being taken advantage of, and his solitude was no longer isolating. It was beautiful music, though. He'd use it somewhere. Hands passed and words shared again, and the warmth of his stranger was swallowed by the cold of the night. He returned to his hotel and dreamed in fevers, but he made it through without feeling sad when he woke up. It was a lot less sad when he knew he was returning home.

Amber light dripped down into him like drops of honey, sweet as it, too as he soaked in the morning sun. It was still cold, but he bathed in the light anyway and made preparations to return home. He didn't know who to tell, how to prepare. So he just sent a text to Joshua. Fingers dancing over the surface of a slick black phone. Dull morning eyes just barely keeping track of the letters on the screen. He needed coffee.

He'd taken a slow trip away from home. He'd explored every nook and cranny. He'd seen every little detail that he could. But going home he flew fast. He made for as quick of a trip as he could, eager to return to the arms of the ones he loved. To show them a man much better than what left. Full of peace. Full of happiness. Unbothered by anything at all. He loved the swirling feelings of the unfamiliar. He loved experiencing all of these new places. But there was no feeling quite like the familiar breath of Shibuya, and he was itching to feel it again.

Deep breaths, moving in and out, as he stepped out into the street and smiled up at the sun. He wanted to hold someone, to kiss someone. But he needed to get home first. To rest. As much as he wanted to love and be loved in return, his health would just have to come first from now on. So he didn't make any pleas. He didn't make any calls. He took a casual jaunt back towards Cat Street and intended to be alone for the rest of the day, as long as no one came to him of their own accord.

But if they did, he would of course welcome them home. And he would kiss them and hold them close. Of course. Of course.

[whalefill]

i don't have a cool culture to draw her in for the trend but uhh. hatsu-knight miku

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[angrypeacepoetry]

[pelopona]

me and my moots <3

[fleuvien]

[lithium-poet]

the dichotomy of girlhood

[ldr-is-my-life]

[bambiali]

[lesbianralzarek]

"life doesnt get better, you just get stronger" does NOT include ages 11-17. life does in fact just get better from there. those years are dogshit. like, you do get stronger but its mostly just a factor of not being 11-17 anymore. positive thinking helps but it doesnt fix whatevers going on at 15, you have to brute force through that one raw

[dutybcrne]

I completely forgot today is Ei's birthday jhbfgf

[dangeroustaintedflawed]

[thepoeticall]

[lexapro-princess]

[izzy444angel]

this is me all day