mjomooz:

thank you~eternal summer

mjomooz:

thank you~eternal summer



The 8th icon in your folder is your muse’s reaction to being asked if they’re a virgin

harukasakurapetals:

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/ l aug h s

bcuz apparently my next door neighbour named their wi-fi “butterfly” right after i named mine “shark”

i just




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【腐】Free!とハルヒろぐ | あまざけ(はげ)


In This Life and the Next || @pureloverin

nanasefreestyle:

As the room - at least what he could see of it - came into focus so too did the noises that filled it. They were small, thankfully, and if he had to guess he was on a fairly empty ward. That only seemed to magnify them though and as people shuffled about on the other side of the curtain Haruka could feel his head throb with each sound.

And then the light changed in time with the swoosh of a closing blind. It’s effect was perhaps not as strong for Haruka as it was for the people on the other side yet that persistent ray of light from before no longer lit up his curtain and in turn, the ache in his head dulled a fraction.

If only he could thank whomever had unknowingly eased his discomfort that little bit. Unfortunately, communication seemed like the most daunting, implausible thing right now considering he wasn’t even sure if he could find his limbs or voice.

It all still felt very lucid, as if he hadn’t truly woken up and when the curtain fluttered, signalling the arrival of a nurse, he could follow her movements only with his eyes.

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Nanase-san?

His name sounded so foreign on her lips that for a moment he questioned why she had addressed him with it at all. It took a while for her words to sink in too, yet rather than answer - there really was no need to tell her the obvious - he instead chose to ask.

"Where..?"

The weak voice that came in reply was barely audible over the sound of the respirator. Rin shuddered.

He listened as the nurse spoke with her soothing, professional tone, going over the same things Rin had been told once he had first opened his eyes at dawn.

They had crashed.

Slippery road; a pitch black autumn night and rain. One of them had lost control of their car — they still didn’t know who it had been. Was it Rin? The young man failed to remember. His head felt heavy and dizzy; he could only recollect the mere split second of panic, his heart skipping a beat and then all went black. Once he had cracked his eyelids open again, the night air had been grey with smoke and his red BMW in ruins. There’d been no other vehicle in sight. I had probably fallen off the road.

Not that it mattered now.

Three broken ribs and collarbone, one fractured ankle and concussion.

Rin had gotten out easy. The situation with the other driver, though, did not seem as lucky. The nurse’s speech seemed to soften with each word as she explained the other patient his condition.

Rin didn’t want to hear. He felt disgusting. The pain crawled back to his limbs; perhaps standing hadn’t been too wise. He shuffled further onto his bed, the coarse hospital sheets rusting underneath him, feeling uncomfortable against his bare skin.

Ah. He was still wearing the damn hospital gown. Couldn’t they at least give him some proper clothes? He wasn’t going to stay there for long, that was for sure. As always, he would heal quickly. There was no need for all this hassle.

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     ”Eh… excuse me,” he cleared his dry throat and addressed another nurse that rolled her trolley by the side of Rin’s bed, adjusting wires and other things the man had yanked off as he’d stood.

His voice sounded raspy, unfamiliar to his own ears. “Could I get my… clothes…?”

The woman clad in white gave him a firm look. Apparently not.

     ”Matsuoka-san,” she raised her tone, “Your injuries require time to heal. Rest is obligatory, regardless of your inherent condition.”

That’s right. His condition. He sunk back into the mattress with a frustrated sigh, cheek sinking into the pillow as he turned to gaze into the direction of the other bunk.



Never hope for it more than you work for it.


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when ur muse is just so in love with another muse that it’s ridiculous

(Source: polymorphen, via cherryblossomharu)



 Anonymous asked: would you rather have a threesome with makoto and haru or haru and sousuke?

Let’s play NSFW Would You Rather? in honor of Sexual Sunday!

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"Uh, that’s."
How awkward. All of the aforementioned are close to him, each in their own way, but the choice comes surprisingly easy for him. Sharing it, though, does not. "I… I — uh, I guess it’d be with Haru and… Sousuke."

Their friendship with Sousuke has endured through thick and thin and it’s had its intimate moments on a whole another level. He’s seen Rin broken and he’s seen him thrive; he was there from the start and will remain by his side. For Rin, such wholehearted, long-built mutual connection would mean the world when it comes to being comfortable with his partner: a feeling of devotion and comfort, where sharing words is not required to be understood.

And all gushiness aside, he wouldn’t hate showing the smug bastard who takes the lead. In or out of the pool.

Not that he’d admit such a thing ever passed his mind. "And it has nothing to do with blue eyes and black hair."





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Let’s play NSFW Would You Rather? in honor of Sexual Sunday!

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In This Life and the Next || @pureloverin

nanasefreestyle:

My head’s so… heavy.

It hurts…

Opening his eyes felt like a monumental task and when the light of the room filtered through he immediately wished he hadn’t tried. He couldn’t ever remember daylight being so bright or his eyes quite this sensitive yet the splitting headache would allow him to focus on nothing else.

He tried again knowing that now that the idea was in his mind he had to open his eyes before he could let the thought go. The white light was prominent once more when he tried a second time and though there was the urge to close his lids again he forced himself to bear through it until his eyes began to adjust and the room came into focus.

Haru didn’t know where he’d expected to wake up - his room, perhaps - but a hospital ward had certainly not been on his list.

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"…where..?"

Why am I here?

The pale morning light was bright, too bright for Rin’s drowsy eyes as it shone into the room through the open blinds. It seemed to have finally stopped raining. Small beads of morning dew and raindrops trailed down the window, sunbeams making them glimmer.

Despite the nurses’ demands to stay put, the young man rose with slight struggle, holding onto the rail of his hospital bed as he stood and hovered upon his trembling feet.

Grasping his crutch, he limped a few unbalanced steps to the window, squinting his eyes as he shut the blinds and tugged the curtains in front of the sunshine. The ward was left only with the bleak light of the fluorescent lamps.

It was then that the man’s gaze wandered over to the drapes that were closed around the neighbouring bed, providing privacy for the patient residing behind.

     "….what happened…? But what about the other….?" His raspy voice had asked, his vision blurred by the flashing lights as strong arms had carried him into one of the ambulance vehicles. "…. is he….?"

Is he alive.

Ruby irises flickered as he heard the small, continuous rattle of the respiration apparatus: a faint sign of the person still fighting for his life.

Why… why wasn’t it Rin? His hand clenched to a fist, brows knitting together as he shuffled obediently back to his bed, a sigh heaving his chest as he sat.

He could only hope the man behind the curtains was like him. Unaffected. Enduring.

Immortal.

A nurse entered the room, greeting him silently; opening the other patient’s curtains just enough to push a small trolley in, disappearing behind them as she went.

     ”Nanase-san,” sounded her soft voice from where Rin couldn’t see. “I see you are awake! How are we doing here…?”

The young man swallowed, waiting to hear a response.



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