There was not a single place to hide. The ballroom’s golden chandeliers and the tall, twinkling candlesticks in every corner left no shadows to lurk in.
my illustration from chapter one of Threads of Gold
When Taigen once called when she was strap balls deep, instead of ignoring it she actually answered. You look over your shoulder in absolute disbelief and this woman has the audacity to hold her finger to her mouth to silence you.
You’re about to pull yourself off and lay into her about it when she claps a hand over your mouth. Hitting the “mute” button on her end, she starts pistoning her hips at a brutal pace. She winces when you bite down on her fingers with a muffled scream, shoving her hand harder against your mouth to quiet your noises.
She unmutes herself. “Uh huh, yeah,” the barest hint of breathlessness is in her bored voice as she slows her thrusts to deep, grinding rolls up against that spot that has your fingernails trying to gouge her wrists as your sight goes blurry. She keeps to a pattern of jackhammering like a demon when Taigen is speaking into her ear, deadly silent, then slowing to a leisure pace when she has to talk.
On and on and on until she feels you tense underneath her, and she leans down over you. She pumps her hips in rapid little thrusts to push you through your spasming orgasm until you whine in protest behind her hand and go boneless onto the mattress.
“Whatever. Just don’t fuck it up until I get there tomorrow,” she grunts when you jab your elbow back into her ribs in retaliation.
She hangs up, tossing her phone beside your hip.
Snatching your hair in one fist, she yanks it up hard to expose the back of your neck and sink her teeth in until it stings and you’re trying to rip her hair to get her off.
“Brat.”
She licks at the indention marks of her teeth in your skin.
“Demon.”
“Ooo, so mean.” She slaps your thigh, “Spread your legs. Round two.” She takes the hair tie around her wrist and pulls her sweaty hair up into a high bun.
“Oh, now you have the fucking time? Go fuck Taig-mmng!“ you spasm as she pulls out, only to plunge two of her fingers in before you can breathe.
“He doesn’t quite scream as pretty as you,” she snorts.
Sophia Webster Paloma sandal
Virginia Woolf, Night and Day/Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Soft headcanon. Slightly angsty.
So since it's canon, that it's just Shōyō and his little sister, Natsu, at home, Shōyō has nights where he just... CAN'T. He's so young and he doesn't know how to parent. So some nights, when Natsu refuses to sleep, to the point they're both in tears, Shōyō calls Keishin, literally begging for him to come over and calling him dad, (by accident. It just slips out.) And Ukai is there, so fast.
He gently rocks Natsu to sleep, while Shōyō just lays on the bed, curled up. He's softly singing lullaby by Nickelback, while gently running his fingers through Shōyō's hair, till both of the kids are asleep.
Ukai stays the night, and this goes on for a week or 2, till either he moves into their place, or they move into his.
But then the same thing happens with Tanaka, one night. He's just so fucking drained from having to relentless put up with Saeko being drunk nearly all the time. And he doesn't have anyone to turn to, since it's just him and her.
So Ukai takes in Tanaka, and they both save up, and get him his own place, next door or a few houses down the street, when he's ready.
And he even pays for Saeko's aa meetings and therapy. But he absolutely sings Tanaka to sleep as well. But he sings how you remind me, for him. Cause it's just more fitting.
And before he knows it, Keishin realizes that.. maybe.. having a family of his own.. having a few kids, ain't so bad. He doesn't really know why he kept pushing it away all these years.
Cause he's the happiest he's ever been.
Hinata wakes keishin up at like 2am because he just can’t do it and keishin can’t make out the blubbering but he’s able to hear “please help dad” and then he’s pulling on two different sandals and putting his shirt on backwards before busting out the door.
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One night, Natsu can't sleep cause it's getting close to summer, so her room is hot, even w/ ac. So she goes to get some water in the kitchen, and Ukai is up cause of the same thing and when he hears her footsteps he turns and leans down a bit and asks "Hey baby ginger, what's up?" In the gentlest voice.
And she says "Room's too hot. Need water." So he gets it for her, and they end up sitting on the couch for most of the night, and Natsu is regaling her memories of how Shōyō-nii got her into volleyball and everything he's told her about him (Ukai) and Takeda. And they end up asleep in the living room together.
She's on the couch, he's on a roll out futon sleeping bag. And their pinkies are linked, as a comfort habit Natsu has formed w/ Shōyō-nii. Cause knowing someone's there while she's asleep helps her stay asleep.
shinichiro’s confession to you was extremely rushed and he was speaking extremely fast. his friends had told him that somebody else was going to confess to you later that day and he decided that he was going to at least try asking you out. he was slightly annoyed when he found out that nobody was actually going to confess to you but nevertheless he was ecstatic that you actually agreed to go out with him.
Okay so I waited to talk about this until the one-shot was officially posted but now that it has, I want to talk about Asahi's growth after high school.
First of all, the official art. The CONFIDENCE, the STYLE, EVERYTHING. When I saw this art I was like.... yeah. This is perfect. It just...fits. He found his way in the world.
And then we got this beauty:
I am. So proud of him.
So, so, so proud of him.
Cannot describe the way my heart swooned when I saw this.
He came SUCH a long way from being the nervous little kid in high school.
Look how happy he looks.
And with the way he is rubbing the back of his neck, I am assuming they're complimenting his designs.
And honestly? He deserves it because LOOK HOW FUCKING COOL THESE ARE
The green and black one has my entire heart, I wish I had one myself.
Look at where you came from:
Look at you now:
Anyway, I just wanted to say Azumane Asahi (apparel designer for ZealDence) is really fucking amazing and I love him very, very much. He deserves the world.
Thanks for coming to my TED talk.
what do u do when it’s the right person but wrong wrong WRONG time
then they're not the right person after all!
i'm very tight w my biochemistry professor. she's literally a second mom to me. and when i was really struggling w my breakup i actually spoke to her about this whole concept of "right person, wrong time" (or any of its derivatives). she was like. that's misleading. a right person is not just their personality. a right person is the timing, the circumstances, where they are (in every sense of the word), where you are (in every sense of the word). so many factors go into what makes a right person. if a crucial factor doesn't align, they're not the right person and they're not for you. wasting time getting bogged down in the "what ifs" is useless bc they will never happen! your reality is what's right in front of you, and that's what you're working with. period.
wrong time = wrong person. the right person will be the right personality, the right time, the right everything. they will simply be meant for you; will fit you like lock and key. i so ardently believe that.
no yeah i cant hang out sorry. yeah im hugging my pillow in bed today. yeah no itll be for a while. maybe for forever. OK bye