And This Is What We Call..

"Please, let me keep this memory. Just this one."

ADHD is a disability. I know this. Nobody else around me does. When I say I can't do something, I don't need tips, I don't need encouragement, I need you to believe me. I need just one person to believe that I'm not lying when I say I am unable to do something because of my literal developmental disability. No more "just push through", no more "try harder", no more "I did it and you can too", because I am absolutely sure that in this moment I am unable to fucking do it! Please believe me for once. Please.

Prompts

Hi! You can choose any prompt number, with a character/ship/self-insert with a character and put it in my ask box! I’ll try my best to write a short drabble/fic for you! You can also specify the genre, like angst, fluff, etc

1. “That’s how the story goes.”

2. “None of this is your fault.”

3. “I know it hurts.”

4. “Are you serious?”

5. “You’re safe now.”

6. “No one’s going to hurt you.”

7. “I don’t understand.”

8. “This isn’t what I wanted.”

9. “My head hurts.”

10. “I’m right here, okay?”

11. “Wow, you look… amazing.”

12. “Are you okay?”

13. “Who did this?”

14. “I made a mistake.”

15. “When I’m with you, I’m home.”

16. “There’s nothing I can do anymore.”

17. “This is going to hurt.”

18. “That was kind of hot.”

19. “Please don’t let me be alone.”

20. “Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken.”

21. “It’s never too late to get back up again.”

22. “What if one day I wake up and you don’t?”

23. “I immediately regret this decision.”

24. “I’m not okay.”

25. “I’m scared.”

26. “You’re the one thing keeping me sane right now.”

27. “Please stay with me.”

28. “Please help me.”

29. “It’s okay to cry.”

30. “Is that blood?”

31.“Can I kiss you?”

32. “You’re everything to me.”

33. “I’d like to see you try.”

34. “Are you testing me?”

35. “I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”

36. “I’m lost without you.”

37. “You have my word.”

38. “I’m just tired.”

39. “It just… hurts.”

40. “Do you promise?”

41. “I’m not drunk enough for this.”

42. “Why are you shaking?”

43. “I never meant to hurt you.”

44. “Is that my shirt?”

45. “Please don’t shut me out.”

46. “Go back to sleep.”

47. “I can take care of myself just fine.”

48. “This is new.”

49. “Take off your shirt.”

50. “Be you. No one else can.”

51. “I can’t breathe.”

52. “Are you going to talk to me?”

53. “I’m sorry.”

54. “They’re gone.”

55. “Just smile. I really need you to smile right now.”

56. “Would you just hold still?”

57. “I miss the way things used to be.”

58. “Am I dead?”

59. “Look at me.”

60. “Can we just pretend like we’re normal for once?”

61. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”

62. “Please shut up. Just shut up.”

63. “Please tell me it’s going to be okay.”

64. “Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything.”

65. “When you smile, I fall apart.”

66. “If I die, I’m never speaking to you again.”

67. “If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

68. “This isn’t what it looks like.”

69. “I just really miss talking to you.”

70. “I can’t do this on my own.”

71.“I’ve got you.”

72. “We’ll figure this out.”

73. “Please don’t say goodbye.”

74. “You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

75. “You make me feel alive.”

76. “I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

77. “There is nothing wrong with you.”

78. “I’m just looking out for you.”

79. “Be careful.”

80. “You owe me.”

81. “Come with me.”

82. “I trust you.”

83. “I didn’t want you to see this.”

84. “I’ve been praying for you.”

85. “Take my jacket. It’s cold outside.”

86. “I’ll walk you home.”

87. “Let me help.”

88. “Come here.”

89. “You’re holding back.”

90. “Remember when we were little?”

91.“We’re all a little stronger than we think we are.”

92. “Don’t sell yourself short.”

93. “This isn’t who I am.”

94. “I’m willing to wait for it.”

95. “Are you ready for this?”

96. “You can do this.”

97. “Your life was my life’s best part.”

98. “You were always gold to me.”

99. “Don’t look at me like that.”

100. “I’m fine with where I am now.”

101. “We all want to be somebody.”

102. “Promise me you’ll come back.”

103. “I don’t know anyone else who can make me feel this way.”

104. “I’ve never felt stronger than when you’re with me.”

105. “I believe in you.”

106. “Hold on, we’re coming.”

107. “I won’t let you fall.”

108. “Hey, it’s me, it’s just me.”

109. “Oh god… what did they do to you?”

110. “Can you stay awake for me?”

111. “Who gave you permission to fall asleep?”

112. “I’m going to make that sick bastard suffer for what he did to you.”

113. “Don’t look” / “Look at me”

114. “Here, you might need something to bite on…”

115. “I thought I’d never get to see you again.”

116. “I know you can’t talk, but I just want you to know that I’m not going anywhere.”

117. “I’m not leaving you here!”

118. “Hold my hand.”

119. “You’re so cold…” / “You’re burning up”

120. “I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”

121. “I’ve got you.”

122. “Please be okay.”

123. “I’m sorry I failed you, I should’ve been there.”

124. “Just keep the pressure on it.”

125 “Please don’t leave me, I can’t do this without you.”

126. “I find you rather…boring.”

127. “Can you please just hug me?”

128 “Please don’t, I’m holding food…”

129. “May I please read in peace?”

130. “What is the one thing I told you not to do?”

131. “That really looks good on you.”

132. “You have such a way with words.”

133. “That look on your face bothers me.”

134. “Will you just let me love you already?”

135. “I swear I will wipe that look off your face.”

136. “Come one step closer and you will regret it.”

137. “Do you really want to fight about this?”

138. “Not right now, I’m busy.”

139 “Oh, now you’ve done it.”

140. “I DO understand, just so you know.”

141. “Why are you in love with me?”

142 “Are you trying to seduce me?”

143. “Please don’t say that and just walk away.”

144. “Why did you just bite me?”

145. “Hey, I think you have a fever!”

146. “How can you possibly look good with snow in your hair?

147. “What the hell is a period?”

♡︎ —bts; ot7

𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗱 ♡

Character Ask Game: Senjuro Rengoku

MY BOYYYYYYYYYYYYY

favorite thing about them the way he’s just... A Guy among the flaming bloodline that is the rengoku. he’s really relatable like that, being “mediocre” in a family of greatness, and it’s apparent that it’s been weighing him down. it gives a more human perspective on the clan, because despite their long history of being hero-like figures they were still people with their own feelings and hopes, and various ways for them to deal with the expectations bought upon their shoulders the moment they were born with that name. and opens up the possibility of a rengoku contributing to the corps in any other ways that doesnt have them be the flame hashira.

least favorite thing about them THE FACT THAT GOTOUGE JUST............ THREW AWAY HIS WHOLE CHARACTER AFTER HIS FIRST APPEARANCE. where’s my senjuro character growth arc he deserves it!!!!!!! AFTER HIS WHOLE SPEECH OF DOING OTHER THINGS TO HELP PEOPLE???? HELLO??????

favorite line “I’ll do other things to help people. It’ll break the succession of Flame Hashira, and make a scar in the long history, but... I’m sure my brother would forgive me.”

brOTP *crying* the rengoku brothers and mitsuri... solace’s kny rewrite made me really like the science gang (senjuro, aoi, shinobu, tamayo, and yushiro) too

OTP gentansen... though i really like the thought of senjuro having a crush on nezuko post series :-V teens crush that eventually fades away but they r still besties afterwards

nOTP AGAIN.......... JUST B NORMAL

random headcanon he still trains despite knowing that he wont ever be a demon slayer. at first this was out of denial and desperation to gain his father’s approval, but eventually it just became a part of his regular exercise. besides, even if there are no more demons, he could still use his years of training to protect other people in case something happens

unpopular opinion he’s not weak... like yeah he’s far from kyojuro’s level but senjuro regularly trains despite not being a demon slayer, as well as doing household chores in the large rengoku estate all by himself for years on end now. do u know how much (physical) strength that takes???? its just peeving me personally when senjuro was treated as some floppy boy when he really isnt

song i associate with them i can’t handle change - roar shelter - porter robinson & madeon

favorite picture of them

actual sunshine

⠀⠀⠀about the Mugen train movie , there is one detail that I couldn't stop thinking of . you know that part when they get into the main characters' subconscious ? Tanjiro's subconscious is extremely clear and peaceful , but Rengoku's was endless fire and unbreathable air , as well as a covered sky . so i immediately thought , there is just so much that he is repressing . as fiery , passionate and kind he may seem on the outside , i think that there is a lot of clash between what he wants to be / show and how he feels ; as much as he doesn't want to ,

i'm pretty sure that the abuse of his father has affected him deeply . perhaps is it that he also possesses the same capacity to anger and be harsh with his words , but refuses to act as such , and instead chooses a different front .

but that inevitably creates inner turmoil since there is conflict . the inability to reconcile how he feels with what he is , following duty instead of heart ; and the fact that there is so much at stake and so much out of his control . especially that he is still desperately searching for his father's approval , which never truly comes .

there is so much that he has to protect , so much that his own heart comes last . and all the fire surrounding him is inevitably burning him inside .

i just thought it was a very interesting detail and i really wanted to comment on that . .

fire can be a good thing , it is warm and passionate ; but fire burns too . and his subconscious just seemed to be very far from tranquil . and i can only imagine that if rengoku were to truly snap , it wouldn't be pretty . he may even mirror his father's actions and words , and that , he would absolutely hate himself for .

a thing to explore . . 👁️

it's got my brain to think about such scenarios . . 🤨

What the kny hashira think of eachother:

*note some mild spoilers ahead*

Water Hashira

Stone Hashira

Flame Hashira

Love Hashira

Mist Hashira

Serpent Hashira

Wind Hashira

Insect Hashira

Sound Hashira

#poor Giyū😭😭😭

The biggest irony is that he's the fan favorite hashira according to the character popularity polls...🤣

Also is Gyomei a secret shipper or wannabe love guru😅🤣???

Disclaimer: These quotes were taken from the official kny wiki page and are regarded as canon. I don't own them but I have created these edits myself.

SILENT NIGHT ‧͙*̩̩͙❅ CL16

pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader ( she/her )

summary: Loss doesn’t need to be lonely, grief doesn’t need to be an enemy.

warnings/info: hurt/comfort, mentions of death — loss of a loved one, grief, crying, hugs/cuddling, the internal conflict of loosing someone during the holidays.

word count: 1.2k words

note: the 27th of december has not been the happiest time of the year for me in a while, so yes, this is kind of self-indulgent. this is also for those who have lost someone during the holidays (or ever). i know how painful it can be to put on that fake smile, to force yourself, but please don’t. cry all you want, feel all you want, don’t destroy yourself for things out of your control or that are no longer under it. you are not alone, you are loved and cared for, always remember that. ♡

snowglobe, a holiday special

DECEMBER 27th.

Humans are not forever.

It’s evident, plain to see, to experience, but then why love so deeply we yearn for infinity? Care so strongly while knowing its definability? It’s what makes you human, everyone says—loving people who give so much to remember, getting your heart broken by them because, at some point, it’ll be your turn to break one, two, a hundred hearts. 

They say a heart that's broken is a heart that's been loved, so you’re glad your heart’s broken. Even when mom’s not here to swipe your tears, hold you close, or tell you how to fix it—when she's not here to argue, talk it out, or stay silent—you're thankful she got to see you grow, see you fall, stand up, and succeed. She saw you fall in love and loved the man who held your hand.

Said man must be near—Charles must be somewhere near; you can hear heavy breaths leaving his lips every now and then, something he does when he’s overthinking. It’s strange, you think. Perhaps he’s become such a recognizable character in your life that it’s instinct to hear it, or, more realistically, the small sound assumes spotlight because of the silence embracing your apartment. You don’t know, and you don’t think further about it. It’s just Charles.

You think about the time lost, not knowing how long you’ve been here, cuddled on the beige couch in your living room as memories of your mom submerge your mind. You stare at the half-drunk cup of hot chocolate settled on the coffee table; it seems cold now. That’s a way to ensure time has passed.

Your slight change of focus leaves the dissipation of heavy breaths unnoticed. Now you hear their replacement, gentle steps that grow louder until they stop before you, crouching until green eyes meet yours. Charles looks beautiful. The dim lights of the fake fireplace and Christmas tree caress his features. His eyes don’t look as green, but a warmer color. He smiles close-mouthed, taking your hand in his, and you let yourself smile back.

He doesn’t talk, understanding you well enough to know you don't want to talk at all. His thumb starts making shapes on your skin, memories taking you back to that night a year ago, when Charles drove you home from the hospital, his hand never leaving yours, doing the same shapes he’s doing now. You remember how, upon arriving, he stayed next to you until you finished one glass of water, then made sure you dined, how he helped you shower, and the moment he cuddled you in bed while you cried, muttering sweet nothings in your ear, his voice quivering because he had been crying too—he had known your mom for eight years by then. He called Andrea the following day, asking to be instructed in soup making and taking care of the two of you all day.

A lot of those days were faint, blurry memories, but if there's one thing you are certain of, it's that Charles never left.

Your eyes travel around the room, landing on a photo on the wall. It’s Christmas 2021, you and your family are all warped up in each other—it’s one of the pictures your dad lent you early this year, once hung up on your mother’s office. Next to it is one of a younger Charles with your mom and dad. It was taken a little over six years ago, the day you told them you were dating. It makes you smile. Your mom always loved Charles; even before you started dating, he was her favorite friend of yours, always so kind and funny. 

You’re about to travel back in time when there’s a small tug on your hand, turning your attention. Charles is moving around, sitting down on the floor. He looks up at you, then at the picture, he smiles saddened, the beautiful memory stinging as much as it does to you.

For the first time, you feel the need to say something, to explain yourself. But not knowing what to say, you say the simplest: “I miss her so much.”

He leans down to kiss your hand. “I know, baby, I know."

Silence falls over you once again, and the necessity to talk vanishes. You look back at the gallery, now focusing on the same type of picture as before, but it's a younger you with Charles, his mom, and brothers; there’s a bed between you and Charles, Hervé Leclerc smiling at the camera. There's writing on its frame: May 2017. You look at Charles, a small tear tempting to fall but a smile on his lips. You lean down to kiss his cheek, letting him know that it’s alright to cry. He brings you closer, kissing your lips—small pecks over and over again.

He stops, briefly glancing at the other two photos hanging on the wall, one of Charles' family and another of the two of you, promise rings on your hands, smiling at the camera. You think about your families, about you, and about how it's been a year since your mom left, and you still want to tear the world apart. A newfound feeling spreads across your body: guilt. Guilt of spending your night consumed by dread and grief, letting Charles fall into it.

You hate this feeling. 

Charles let’s go of your face, cupping your hands together with his. You know he sensed the change; his big green eyes are asking questions you don’t want to answer. You want everything to stop hurting, the memories to stay happy, and the bittersweet taste on your tongue to be eradicated.

He waits, and you break. “I want it to stop,” you mumble. “I want the pain to go away; I don’t want to think about it. I want to go back and not feel like I did on the 24th, like I wanted to run away and cry in my room for hours. I don’t know how to deal with this, Charles; this is too much. I can’t, can't do it.”

The buildup is too much, your breathing is heavy and fast. Charles hurries towards you, his hands hovering over your frame. “No, non, bébé, I’m here; you know I’m here, just like you are always here for me,” he hesitates, but charges through. “Someone once told me that it’s okay to feel sad, it’s okay to cry, to, to grieve. She told me: Grief is part of love, never hold back from loving.”

And you don’t know what to do or say. He’s cupping your face, looking at you so lovingly as he continues, “You told me that, chérie, so don’t hold back; even if she’s gone, keep loving her." He says, “You will slowly let go of the loss, I promise, I know how it is, just never feel guilty for loving her.”

It occurs to you at that moment that you haven’t cried in weeks, tears forbidden by a nonexistent rule, so when the first sob leaves your lips, there’s no regret over it. Tear after tear, sob after sob, your heart grieves.

Charles crawls up the sofa, bringing you to his arms, your head now on his chest, wetting the soft material of his shirt. You are about to care when his hand brushes your hair and back, and there’s no use in stopping it.

“Thank you,” you say between sobs.

“I love you,” he answers, knowing you do too.

i miss my mom so much

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Evolution of Oikawa 🥺🥺

Kagehina - My celestial being

I hope you enjoy this! First time writing on Tumblr! Welp I write requests too so don't be afraid to drop in one! I'd love to write! Also gonna post a prompt list in some time, you can choose the prompt and character. Thanks!

Kageyama has been fond of nature ever since he was a kid. For him, it was entrancing how the moon seemed to keep up with him when no one else would, how the sun is always peeking up the horizon, or how the stars twinkle and light up the darkest nights.

Out of all these, the stars held a place in his heart nothing could replace. Why? The reason being his very beloved soulmate, Hinata.

“Tell me, Boke” Kageyama said softly, staring at the azure sky and the tiny astral bodies glimmering “Do you think people turn into stars once they die?”

“Well for one, we literally decompose or turn into ashes” Hinata’s soft chuckle soon turned into a sad and thoughtful smile as he continued, “Kags, death is not as pretty and peaceful nor is it poetic like people portray it to be, it exists, and it’s pretty much the end? It’s like having to leave everything in a moment's notice. Because it is the end, it’s sad”

He tilts his head to stare into his favourite pair of blueberry eyes, “But you know what, It’s okay to look up at the starry sky and think of your loved ones who left this world. My mom used to say that the brightest star was my grandma looking down on me.”

A few moments of silence are shared while Kageyama ponders over Hinara’s words.

He finds comfort knowing that even if someone dies, you can always look up to the sky and find them there, looking down at you and always watching you no matter what. The very fact that death does not mean gone forever is warm and consoling.

“Hinata, we’ll always be under the same sky, right? Forever and ever?” Kageyama asks, sitting up slightly extending his pinky toward the older male, cracking a small smile when their fingers interlock.

“I promise!”

Promises are not meant to be commemorative or colossal. Just a few words that has you looking forward to something is enough to become a promise

**********************************

“Today was long…. Very long and tiring” Kageyama says stretching and walking to sit down next to Hinata in the cool grass, inhaling the scent of the pine trees surrounding the house, “But I’m glad you’re here with me”

“You know I’ll always be here with you no matter what” Hinata smiles, as he rests his head against a pine tree behind him.

The black-haired boy slightly grins as he stares at the twinkling night sky littered with stars. He reaches out his hands in an attempt to pinpoint the brightest one.

“What are you doing, Kags?” His lover asks curiously with a melancholic smile on his face.

“I… I am…. I am reaching out for you” Kageyama quietly whispers as tears he’d been holding back started flowing down his face, “Hinata, I want to be there with you, set to you, laugh and play volleyball, hold you and just…. Love you for eternity but … I will forget you one day…. Right?”

The older boy nods ever so slowly, a tranquil expression on his face as he began, “That is the beauty of life isn’t it? No matter what happens, no matter how low and hard you fall, life goes on and because life goes on, you eventually heal and move on as well. That’s just how it works”

“I… I don’t want to forget you… I don’t want to move on, there’s only one thing I want and that is you. I want you to come back.” Kageyama let’s out a soft and exasperated sigh, closing his fist around the brightest star he can see.

“Kags, it’s okay, You have to move and meet new and amazing people. You have to find a new perfect spiker for you. Someone capable and worthy of your perfect sets. You have to live on because you are alive. But hey, don’t worry, I’ll always be here looking over you and protecting you. For I am your brightest star aren’t I?”

For death does not mean gone. Despite you not being alive, you live on in people you’ve met in your lifetime, the words you’ve spoken and the countless memories you’ve created.

**********************************

Kageyama rushes into his house, throwing his jacket onto the couch upon entering with a gold medal dangling around his neck. He makes his way excitedly toward the balcony of the open plant sanctuary. His heart beats with thrill as he places his hands on the railings of the balcony. He tightens his grip as he stares at the night sky.

“Say… Hinata, are you proud of me?” He lifts her gold medal and places a gentle kiss on it, “We won the olympics today. Just like I had promised you, I’d become the best setter, and set perfectly for another…. And win...” He chuckles softly continuing, “Everyone went out to celebrate except for me, you’re still the first person I share my happiness and sadness with...”

“I am so very proud of you, Kags. So much so that no amount of words could describe it.” Hinata smiles back widely, a luminous glow surrounding him under the pale moonlight. “You’ve made me the happiest I’ve ever been and I am eternally grateful to know you feel the same way”

“Hey… Why are you crying? Today is a happy day isn’t it? Your dream came true!” The older boy states quietly, heart aching at the sight.

“What if… What if I never move on Hinata? What if I’m stuck right here forever, searching for you? What if I can never forget you?”

“HEY! You don’t have to forget me! It’s okay to remember me and love me, and cherish all our moments together” Hinata smiles gently, “but you are already doing amazing… You get up each day and live, you’re moving on slowly but surely, Kageyama you may not realise it right now but every little step is a big step toward healing.”

And Hinata is right

Healing is not linear, it’s not sudden. You don’t wake up feeling okay one day, that’s not how it works. It’s rough and patchy and requires a lot of work. You fall down again and again, you do well on some days while the others are absolutely trashy. You want to give up but you don’t, you keep living because you are alive, because it is something you must do.

And you don’t even realise that these ordinary tasks of everyday life are a step towards growth and healing.

Moving on doesn't mean forgetting the people you loved, it doesn’t mean letting go of what is no longer in your sight and control, it means life goes on and you live on.

Kageyama has been fond of nature since he was a kid because nature is warm, like a blanket of love, on cold rainy days.

And what more does anyone desire from life except for being loved and protected?

THE END