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hello !! you’ve all probably realized I haven’t been around much, and it’s because i’ve been working on my new blog, so:

kxraage:

“Just one thing everybody wants; there in the bars, and through the smokescreen of the crowded restaurants.” Don’t mind this old man singing, he’s in a romantic mood and he bought this sweet new ukelele.

          don’t mind him, he’s just going to sit and listen. and stare intently with a hint of a smirk.

☮ for an apologetic text

⊙ for a reaction to your muse’s nudes text

❋ for a hopeful text

☯ for an adoring text

ღ for a friend-crush text

❤ for an affectionate text

✂ for a worried text about the receiver

☺ for a complimentary text

❂ for a text about another character (specify other)

✳ for a holiday text

♆ for a sext

☼ for a joking text

↔ for a bitching text

♣ for a gossipy text

$ for a lying text

☆ for a longing text

♬ for a fangirl/boy gushing text

★ for a dumb meme or inside joke text

♘ for a questioning text

♬ for a music rec or lyric text

☽ for a sleepy text

kxraage:

Today is definitely the worst day to be outside: it’s just so humid, so hot, so uncomfortable to be alive! So, as he reaches for the door of the apartment, he prays there’s no one else home.

But as he sees Ai, he sighs; whatever, he doesn’t lose anything for asking, right?

“On a scale of one to ten, how angry would you be if I just take my pants off and lie on the floor? I walked from the lobby to here and my legs are just…wet. Completely wet. I swear to God it’s sweat but it feels like someone threw a bucket full of lukewarm water on my pants.”

he sat up on the couch upon hearing reiji speaking. leaning his body on the arm of the couch. on any other day, ai would probably give the elder idol a lecture why that isn’t appropriate but, in this moment he is wondering how he still has clothes on his body. “go for it.” he shrugged. pretty sure that reiji would still do it, even if it was in his room or the bathroom or whatever. “but, maybe a shower would be more effective than making  the floor sweaty.”

“Hell yeah,” he mumbles as he takes off his pants. Once they are in the floor, so is he: rolling and trying to make the most of the coolness of the floor before he has to succumb to his destiny and go for a shower.

Masterlist of Memes

“Reiji-san,” Haruka says, and as she talks, Reiji’s mind flies.

He sees her in every stage of his life; he sees a house on the coast and children’s names. Shirahama, Naha, Jeju Island, Mallorca. Seiichi, Yuujiro, Yoshiko, Miyu. All of them quick yet heartfelt figments and desires. 

He sees her in white; a dress and empty seats facing an altar. Their wedding would be theirs and theirs alone, no cameras flashing at his face or journalists ready to notify everyone of his levels of happiness. 

He sees her in their house; each one feeding a child and laughing when one gets a big spill of soup on their shirt and-

“Reiji-san, are you okay?”

His reaction? He grabs her by the hand and pulls her into a hug, of course! Isn’t that what everyone wishes they could do?

Also-

Reiji’s heart is broken: hearing his son plead for him and try to stop him is just too much for him, and it’s almost enough to make him stay.

“Sorry, love, papa’s got to go,” he coos and caresses his child’s face. “I’ll bring back lots and lots of concert goodies, yeah? And the videos! We’ll get you the videos!” Would this be enough to satisfy his biggest fan? Who knows, what he knows is that-