#for5yen

[[ awwwwwwwww im one of your favs?? *rolls around* youre so sweet oh gosh *huggles you* thank you thank you!! now this is the hard part… 6 random things.. hmmm ]]

1. my favorite animal is a fox (arctic specifically) 2. i have this insane love of musicals that is rather comical tbh3. i am P E T R I F I E D of frogs, toads and lizards – yes i know they cant hurt me but i will cry if the touch me 4. i l o v e to bake5. i write poetry and have been published woo6. i drive a jeep named Floyd and he’s my baby 

It was true what they said— that you don’t know what you have until it’s gone. He and Yato had no distinctive residence. Yukine didn’t have a home. And yet, when he’d left for a year to train under Kazuma’s guidance, he’d been too homesick to sleep for a week. It was poetically, tragically ironic that the guy that pissed him off the most was the same parental figure he couldn’t be without. 

Of course, his time in Takamagahara hadn’t been all bad. Kazuma was a gracious host and it was therapeutic to see so many other Shinkis. He’d found confidence; independence; and in turn, a better grip on himself as a regalia. He’d worked damn hard— so needless to say, he was expecting a more lively welcome than the one he got when he’d returned. Yato wasn’t himself. But Yukine had ignored it; wanting to believe (if a little egotistically) that maybe he’d just been missed as well. 

That was months ago, anyway... he was still acting the same and it was getting on Yukine’s nerves. His mood was in the gutter— and the developing thunderstorm overhead and numbing cold wasn’t helping lift it.  

❝ Can you hurry up and pick something?? ❞

The divine deity and the angelic spirit were, you guessed it, dumpster fishing.

for5yen replied to your photo: This panel makes me...

x. AHAHAH! omg! well i don’t necessarily blame him–

Yeah, me either. xD Because, well--

omg hush yato

Extra Noragami thoughts.

x. OMFFFFFF YOU’RE PROB RIGHT THIS IS IT. THIS IS WHAT IT COMES DOWN TO.