*holds You In My Mouth Perfectly Safe Between My Sharp Teeth Bc I Love You*

obanai being so touch starved and sanemi being so good with his hands, his words. sanemi, who was supposed to just be his best friend, enveloping him in his arms, tangling the sheets around them as his fingers skim over obanai’s face, caressing his cheek and all the while whispering soft, nearly unintelligible praise. his lips ghosting obanai’s clavicle, teeth nipping at his skin as he growls under his breath that, fuck, obanai is so fucking attractive, and he can’t get enough of him, and that he has no reason to feel insecure. and obanai’s laying beneath him, his hair mussed, a rosy blush dusting his cheeks. he’s leaning into sanemi’s hold, allowing himself to crave openly. then they’re just cradling one another, skin pressed against skin, sharp breaths steadying as they gaze at each other, eyes full of so much unspoken infatuation. it feels like safety. it feels like everything either has wanted for so long, but have been too scared to voice. and suddenly, its like there’s something between them that has never been there before. perhaps it had nudged at the edges of their conscious, trying to find its way through. but it didn’t make it in until now, seeping from the warmth they shared. there was a name to it, somewhere. something soft and gentle and reckless and amazing. the title was unsure, for now, but, possibly, one day, they may let it be synonymous to love. perfect, uncertain, beautiful love. all for them.

I've been disappearing a bit, but only because I'm recovering from surgery and getting back into the swing of things, especially with the busy holiday season coming up. I've been feeling really down at times these last few days, my attention span is all over the place and my sleep patterns are really off, so I may be posting less often, but I'm still here, don't worry!

So, since you like my thoughts on these two, I'll continue to tease them

You do, right?~

Now, we know that Sanemi likes to breed rhinoceros beetles, and he's clearly delighted by these strong and beautiful insects, and I can understand that.

What's hard to understand is that you can't just eat all the beetles, yes, Kaburamaru.

Shinazugawa was clearly shocked when he returned to his room in the Corps one day and saw a white snake, Iguro, brazenly lying in his insectarium, scaring his poor beetles, who had huddled under a snag in their glass shelter.

There was clearly a lot of shouting and cursing as the Hashira of the Wind and the Snakes argued with each other while holding their pets (Obanai never calls Kaburamaru a pet, and never allows others to call him one). The two of them will continue to ignore each other for the rest of the day, but, but, Obanai will be the first to give in, simply not wanting to see Sanemi in this state for even a moment longer.

It's not like it's an apology or any other form of smoothing things over, no, he simply brings Sanemi some fruit, not looking him in the eye, holding it out in a small handkerchief, telling him to feed his bugs. He mentions that he talked to Kaburamaru, and that his little insects are no longer in danger.

In the end, they both end up sitting by the glass of Sanemi's insectarium, watching the bugs fussing as they eat sliced ​​peaches with almost stars in their eyes.

Sometimes I am overcome with an almost animal horror from what is happening. Not only in my life but also around me. But the experience that I had to go through sometimes undermines me too much. For a long time, for several years, I have been haunted by the feeling that I function by some kind of damn miracle. My therapist once expressed the idea that I may have real physical problems that are reflected in my psyche, which simply cannot cope and works in emergency mode, but I cannot allow myself to understand more thoroughly whether this is true. Sometimes I am simply afraid to live, but I am also afraid to die. Sometimes I am so afraid, not understanding why I still continue to survive while my rods are cracking. Perhaps I am just afraid that death will not be a release. I try to think more about things that make me happy, to contemplate more beauty around me, but sometimes fear still takes hold of me, reminding me of the horror of the past from which I escaped. I don't know why I'm writing this here, maybe so that on better days I can read these words again and smile, but this time from relief. Don't pay too much attention to it, I just need an outlet sometimes, apparently, so I don't lose my head completely. And in the end, this is my blog with my stuff, so let this stay here until I return to better days.

I GOT THE TANJIRO EARRINGS I CAN'T STOP SQUEALING THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL

I, having just calmed down after three years in the Bionicle fandom, where I developed Matau (a silly bird) in many AUs, after re-watching Night Watch, warmly remembering Soren and the emotions he brought me as a child, after watching mha, admiring Hawk, sit down to watch kny: So, well, everything will be calm here Urogi: *appears* Me, tearing apart the pillow: FUCKING BIRD

Plop plop

KAPOW!!!!!

One of my friends, due to some peculiarities and past, can just pass out in a couple of seconds, and the worst thing is if he does it to me, because damn, every time it's a fight for oxygen.

Now imagine Sanemi and Giyuu.

That's all I have.

I realized that I didn't publish the news that I bought the Genya figur