Thank You For For Reminding Me That I Am Actually On Tumblr Dot Hell

thank you for for reminding me that i am actually on tumblr dot hell

favorite color: purple leaning blues but red aligned pinks are also vv nice currently reading: grishaverse companion books last song: psycho by red velvet but the reworked reloaded version by mandø last series: komi can't communicate last movie: a silent voice sweet/spicy/savoury? sweet but it's watered down currently working on: the next 24 hours of freedom and a childe blurb

tagging: @ffflan + anyone else who wants to join

tag nine people you want to know better

thanks @kyojuro-my-wuv for the tag (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)~♡

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currently reading: 평범히 살고 싶어 열심히 살고 있다 - 최대호 지음; 지금 이대로 좋다 - 법륜스님 지음; before the coffee gets cold - toshikazu kawaguchi (english version); the courage to be disliked - ichiro kishimi and fumitake koga (english version); truly peculiar - tom standage

last song: 僕は死のうと思ったのは - Mika Nakashima

last series: tsubaki chou lonely planet (reread cos the drama CD is coming out and Nakamura Yuuichi (jjk gojo, mha hawks, fruba shigure, haikyuu kuroo, etc etc etc) is in it! i love him i love every character he plays) for anime, breath of the wild (legend of zelda) for game.

last movie: i don’t watch movies almost at all but i watched jjk0 and before that shangchi

sweet/spicy/savoury: savoury is salty right? if you’ve ever heard of 酸辣粉 or 麻辣香锅, that’s my ideal flavour profile (salty spicy and sour)

currently working on: fitness and mental health 🥲 and also a mini fruit shop diorama and my japanese proficiency

tags! @crows-and-cookies @snake-titan @false-skies @crimsonkenjii-writes @spideysorcerer @meloomi nine people is a lot to impose on so i cut the list down,,, also tag games are normally high self-disclosure if you’re not comfy don’t do it!

just dropping by to say i love your writing so much 🥺 top tier❣️

aaaaaa thank you !! i haven't written much in a while so i really appreciate this :>

"Huh, my intuition tells me that something very interesting is about to happen…" Happy Birthday to the number one detective, Shikanoin Heizou! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

Art by Skradio with some help from Arwaiel! 🌀 🍃

he looks starstruck.

the stars seem to hold their breath in anticipation and freeze mid-twinkle.  it’s silent for several moments and despite the darkness, it’s the clearest you’ve ever been able to see. his eyes are wide, and a little nervous, but they’re asking quietly. it’s adorable.

there’s a delicate balance that both of you are aware could be broken by the tiniest of things. the ringing of a bell, the sound of a bike. it’s a balance you’re not sure you want to break just yet.

you have always trusted yourself to have common sense. for most of your life, you have known what to do, sometimes what to say. it’s how you had survived life thus far.

except you aren’t sure you know anything right now.

kageyama is so, so close. if you were to lean forward just a little then—

well, the balance will certainly be broken. but this is kageyama. kageyama who had been there when you needed it most, kageyama who loved and loved volleyball and more but so quietly that no one would notice if they didn’t pay attention.

and this is the kageyama you love.

you settle for resting your forehead on his. his eyes flutter shut and yours do too. you both stay like that for a while. it’s warm. this is familiar, this is safe.

this is what home feels like.

“this feels familiar, doesn’t it?”

the splashes of color on the horizon, the stars rising, the moon shining. the snow blankets the ground and the park.

“yeah.”

he takes your hand in his, interlacing them. you look down at them. you’ve always marveled at how pretty kageyama’s hands were, strange as it sounds. most people who played volleyball had weathered hands, bruised arms, stiff fingers, but then again, kageyama wasn’t like most people.

“y’know, i’m glad i met you,” you confess, lifting your head from his shoulder. “and i’m glad that you stayed.”

kageyama sucks in a breath and looks down at you. you’re hit with a feeling of deja vu. the last time you had been in a situation like this, you had chickened out.

his eyes flicker down to your lips briefly.

“can i…?”

you don’t give him a verbal answer.

it’s warm.