You’re Always Going To Be Young In Someone’s Eyes And Old In Someone Else’s, Talented To One And

He confesses to you with a letter. 

The letter was something you weren’t really ever expecting and it took you three times to read over it to fully process what it was. What he was saying. 

For a moment you wondered why he just didn’t call you, or tell you how he felt in person, but then again a writing you a letter seemed like something he’d do. 

It was simple, not too long; about one page of neatly written words that held so much more meaning in them than any other letter you’ve read before. 

With each and every word you read your heart beat quickened until your heart was practically jumping out of your chest. 

What he’d written wasn’t completely out of the blue, the connection between you was strong and something more special than you’d felt with anyone in a long time. But still you found yourself more shocked at the confession. 

What stuck in your head the most was the very last line.

‘”I’ll wait for you, love. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here.”

When you can finally think clearly again you waste no time in calling him, hands trembling as you find his contact. 

“Hello?”

“I don’t want you to wait.” You words are more rushed than you’d like them to be, barely giving him time to answer before you cut him off. 

“What?” You can hear the confusion lacing his voice when he speaks again. “Wait-”

“I got your letter.” You say almost breathlessly heart still pounding in your chest.

“Oh, you did?” He’s quiet for a moment and you can practically hear him tense through the phone. “And?”

“And I think you should come over.” 

Your response is quieter than everything you’ve said before and for some reason you feel nervous, like you aren’t holding his literal confession in your hands. 

“Want me to leave right now?”

“Yes, if you can I mean.” You stop yourself taking a deep breath before continuing. “I don’t think I can wait long enough for you to get my letter saying the same thing.” 

“Okay, I’ll be over soon.” Just like that the uncertainty in his voice was replaced by an audible smile, one you couldn’t wait to see.

AKAASHI, asahi, KITA, semi, ennoshita, sugawara

"your youth is over, asahi."

i will always say (vintage) americana coquette is not complete without examples of black women thats pure americana and femininity right there

you can literally see where lanas early influences are 😭 (along with chicanas cannot forget them)

something i wrote while i was still in school because i have no motivation </3

written messily with a nearly dried-out, green whiteboard marker was the dilemma sugawara was facing at ten in the morning.

he had bursted into his classroom late and out of breath, loosening his tie and anxiously carding a hand through his unruly hair as he made his way over to his desk, apologizing for his tardiness.

sugawara was a likable teacher, one that graduated students always came back to visit and one that shared the same humor as his students. he was one of few that made lessons enjoyable and a class students always looked forward to knowing they’d be listening to his humorous lectures. his well liked reputation exempted him from the students’ typical impatience, especially considering that sugawara never called them out on their lates. but they were definitely curious as to what had gotten their favorite laidback teacher so anxious looking.

he looked disheveled as he sorted through papers in his briefcase, trying to organize himself as the time he typically spent doing so before the school bell rang was long past. the students chuckled under their breaths and exchanged looks as their teacher drew out a long sigh. before any of them could ask what exasperated him so, he straightened up and addressed the class. “i screwed up.”

“what happened, sir?” a boy who sat near the back of the classroom called out, and suga’s eyes darted between his students and the whiteboard before he made his way over to write something down. he uncapped an old marker sitting on the ledge, a loud squeak emitting from every line he wrote. he only responded: “we’re doing a poll.”

the students stared curiously at their teacher’s back, craning their heads to make out the words. eventually, he stepped to the side to reveal what he had written.

how do i apologize to my spouse for taking their car keys?

the class was immediately in an uproar.

“you took their keys, sir? that’s why you came late?”

“yes,” sighed sugawara as he walked back toward his desk and collapsed into the leather chair behind it, holding his head against his hand. “i drove all the way back home to return them.”

“they couldn’t take yours?”

he fished around in his pocket with his opposite hand before pulling out two sets of keys. the class let out a sound between a groan and a laugh. “i didn’t realize i already had mine in my jacket.”

“were they late to work?”

“of course they were late.” groaned out sugawara, rubbing his hands down his face.

“were they mad?”

only when suga had arrived at the school building and pulled out your keys to lock his car did his heart drop at the realization of his mistake. he immediately got back into his car and drove the whole 30 minute ride home to return your keys, calling the school to inform them of his lateness. his heart dropped to his stomach when immediately afterward, your contact flashed onto his screen. he hesitantly answered the call, tumbled (practically shouted) out, “i have your keys”, before hanging up, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

annoyed you definitely were at the inconvenience, but your husband's profuse apologies made it hard to stay angry. you quickly rushed out the door and urged him to return back to school. the guilt was still eating at him, which is why he wanted to do something to make up for the trouble.

underneath the question written on the board were three different options given in response.

flowers

chocolate

all of the above

“your answer is obvious.” another boy called out from the front end of the room before suga could respond to the previous question. the class exclaimed in agreement.

the vote was unanimous, and when you returned home from a long day ready to collapse into bed and laugh at the absurdity of the situation from that morning now that you were no longer in it, you were met with an arrangement of your favorite flowers wrapped in pretty packaging, an assortment of different chocolates, and a goofy (but deadly sincere) apology letter tucked away in the bouquet on your living room table.

and though your irritation had long died out, you certainly weren’t rejecting suga’s smothering affection as you entered your shared bedroom, and you certainly weren’t going to turn down his offer to run you a nice bath as an apology either.

Todoroki Shouto who doesn't understand why you dislike your body. Who thinks every curve and dip and blemish you nag at to the mirror. Who loves to stare and trace all the stretch marks on your arms, tummy, and legs. Who kisses each one with tender light touches when he sees you frown at yourself for more than a second.

Todoroki Shouto who doesn't understand why you hide in baggy clothes. Who loves watching you try on clothes that you like and the way it flatters your shape. Who never lets you look at price tags whenever he notices you really like a shirt or pair of pants. Who loves watching you model the clothes for when you're feeling yourself.

Todoroki Shouto who doesn't understand why you compare yourself to others so often. Who doesn't let you think for a moment that any model or superstar is better than you are. Who lets you know that your body is normal and perfect. Who stands you in front of the mirror, and lists everything he loves about you every week.

Todoroki Shouto who doesn't understand body dysmorphia. Who doesn't understand why you feel like an imposter when he believes you're beautiful no matter how you alter your body. Who listens intently whenever you need to ramble or complain and reassures your every worry. Who never messes up your pronouns or dead names you in any circumstance.

Todoroki Shouto who doesn't understand why you question his attraction to you. Who doesn't believe he could find anyone else attractive who isn't you. Who stares at you alone in a room filled with the most outstanding people and still be taken aback by your presence alone.

Todoroki Shouto who thinks you're beautiful.

Y'ALL!! I want to put you on some ✨self care✨ [read: things that you should probably just be doing all the time] that I've been doing for the past week that has made me feel so much better:

Go to bed early! Get up early! I am not a morning person by any definition, but going to bed between even 10:30 and 12, and getting up between 6:30 and 8?? *chef's kiss*

Take care of your teeth, I'm serious. I never used to floss (yeah, gross, whatever) or use mouthwash but HOMIES I FEEL AMAZING NOW

Clean your room for goodness sake. It's a pigsty. Do I need to be your mother??

Get some exercise, however you like it. I have a cruiser (think longboard meets skateboard, if you don't already know what it is) and I'm not very good at it, but just getting out there and riding it gives me some joy! And it's good exercise!

Do you have any deadlines to meet? Why haven't you finished that Thing yet? Stop putting it off, my guy.

Similarly, will you REALLY wash those dishes later? Probably not. Just do it now.

Drink more tea!! Seriously, it helps with everything. Bonus if you can sit and JUST drink it. Don't go on social media, don't read, don't watch TV. Just relax for 10 minutes with yourself.

See a friend! How long has it been since you last talked to your best friend? Mine lives halfway across the country, but a facetime call with her always makes me happier.

Do a comfort thing. Reread your favorite book, watch a movie or TV show you've already seen like 4 times, sing/listen to a favorite song, etc. Do something about which you know the outcome.

Make yourself a healthy meal. Keyword: healthy. Browse Pinterest for something that looks good and make it! Or make something up!

That's all I can think of for now. Maybe I'll think of some more later and reblog with those. Feel free to add to this! I'd love to hear any other ideas!

pretentious moment incoming but why is everyone's idea of fashion so fucking boring these days. why the fuck did my manager just ask me "what's with the scarf". "what's with the scarf" fuck man do I need a reason to wear a faggy little scarf now? you could just say "nice scarf man". what's with your attitude

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pony went through a phase when he was a kid where he ONLY wanted darry. not their parents. not soda. JUST darry. n he'd follow him around all day long n bug him n Darry was a teenager at that point so he alternated wildly between lovin it n bein so aggravated that pony always wanted to tag a long. that bein said. he often sits in his room at the end of the night nowadays n listens to Soda n Pony quietly talkin late into the night n aches. his brother doesn't want him anymore. n he'd give anythin to go back to when they were kids. just to grab his younger self by the shoulders n shake him. your brother won't always look at you like you hung the stars! don't waste it! don't forget it!

ugh i need to drink with post-graduate suga i just know it would fix me >_>