#All of those little smiles from Tails too my heart😭💖

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Gaaaaaaaaaah they are so cute guys😭😭😭💖💖💖💖

I'm insane I'm insane I'm insane

LOOK AT THEM LOOK AT THEM

[avopumpkin]

"The room is small and messy."

She says it all the time, but while sitting on her couch, all I can see is a good atmosphere and company. Memories made in this room are worth more than any other place could ensure. It is hers and I am with her.

The room is small, that is true, but it doesn't feel small at all. It is an extension of herself, shelves so tall to the ceiling full of books, mangas and knick-knacks blurring my eyes with shapes and colors. TV sitting in a corner playing stupid movies I would never watch by myself, just for her. Wallpapers with red buses and gray texture.

We sit and snacks are looking at us from the table in front of the couch. Sometimes there's a box of pizza, or two, and even one can't fit on the table, but that is what I think is beautiful. Because even if it's too big, it still belongs.

The room is so her and she is waves of hair. I never knew the sea could be so colorful. When I look at it, it changes from blue to violet to white to her. And I don't know the times when the sea was a river, only know her from photos and stories. I didn't know the river, but the sea I know now is beautiful.

She resonates with meows of her kittens, black voids with eyes shining bright, whites of the sky. The barks joyfully join, a princess of my own heart.

Her cats usually don't care about me, more interested in sleeping, meowing, being there in highs of rooms, hiding in the dark or arms of their owner. But her dog looks and wiggles her tail, happy to see me. I don't know if she knows I am me and that she saw me before. It's not so often I visit and not so often walk with her. But she is happy the same every time.

My friend is all smiles and laughs when something is funny. She is dark and stormy if days are bad. I always see the sun, sometimes it just hides behind a cloud. Because even the brightest rays need a rest.

Her hugs are one of those that you know will embrace the whole of you. Her arms long and heart big. Sides warm when I sit next to her. I can hear her breathe and hear her pulsing blood. Peace.

Once I let her prick me with a needle. A professional one, made to prick people. She wanted to practice and I didn't even think about saying "no". What could go wrong sitting on her couch? At the end, she gave me a band-aid.

The room is small, but she fills it up perfectly and leaves a place for me. I am happy she invited me to fit on the too small table.

Oh my! I really love how you described me in this little ff. 😭💖 It looks really beautiful and I have no words to say how happy it made me. 🥺💖

I actually forgot you let me practice medical stuff on you! I was so stressed when I was doing it, but you said it was fine, so I'm glad. You're the bestest bestie 💖💖💖 There's also only one person I can think of that also would allow me do this, but you are the one that actually went through this, so thank you. :3 <33 You carried my education. B)

Love you <333

[watcher-ofthe-sky]

7 and 20 for the fic rec meme? For Fairy Tail and Haikyuu fandom possibly? 😊

Hey! Thank you for the ask!

7. 💯 A fic that makes you think #writergoals

[under the cut because I had to quote my favourite bits]

I've mostly read haikyuu and other fandoms in the last two years so it's been a long time since I've properly dived into fairy tail fanfics, therefore, I'm sure I'll be forgetting some great ones. 😭 But that aside,

Fairy Tail:

from the dark, into the light by valdera (@aranarumei)

The thought of how much he loves the person in front of him curves and fits along Sting’s heart like it was always meant to be there. He supposes that it, in some form, has always been there. Rogue is the forgiving, soft dark that he falls into without reservation. Rogue is the laugh that warms his heart on a winter day. Rogue is the reason he’s leading Sabertooth. Rogue is what it means to be part of the Twin Dragons, what it means to give your heart to someone else’s hands.

The sheer beauty of it!! I've gushed about this before and I'll do it again because the writing is gorgeous and the prose really made me fall for stingue even more.

a season of becoming by splendidlyimperfect (@splendidlyimperfect)

You know it’s just a trick of the light, but you swear you can see Natsu’s face change in the dim flame of the candle. It flickers across his cheeks and reflects the dark of his eyes, and he looks like the person he wants to be.

You wish you could be happy for him, but you can’t feel anything but a raw, stinging sense of not being quite right. When Natsu reaches out for your hand and slips his fingers between yours, you shift closer to him, and he wordlessly wraps his arm around you. You both sit for a long time in the dark, staring at the flame and the dirt and the buried pieces. It hurts because you want to let go, too. You want to leave this ache behind, burn it, suffocate it with wet earth so you can smile again.

You want to change so badly, but you don’t know how, because you don’t know what you want to become.

I am always a sucker for second person POV because I think it has great potential when done right. The style of this fic is so beautiful and vivid that reading it always leaves me in awe.

Haikyuu:

*rattles my cage* Oh my god, so many!! I could go on and on but I'll hold back my rambling and state a few of them (because narrowing it down to one is impossible)

Chasing Paper Suns by carafin

At the age of twenty-one, Oikawa burns with the dogged determination of a dying star puttering through its terminal trajectory, and Iwaizumi learns, a little too late, that the corollary of incandescence is self-immolation.

home by gumsparkle

They hold hands on the walk home, quiet. Atsumu looks at him and sees bright-boy, boy-who-cries-sometimes, boy-who-does-what-needs-to-be-done, but most of all, he sees a boy he wants to love wholly. 

Everything, I’ll give you everything. The boy I know, the boy I have yet to learn, and the boy you will become. I’ll give you everything gold. Rusted-over or gleaming, I’ll give you everything. 

dog days by devote

He thinks about the ball, arcing through the raw light of daybreak; the hands, reaching up to cradle it; the boy, sculpting himself into something untouchable.

chasing gold by skiecas

Emotion wells up in Hajime’s chest, fills him up to the brim. Stabs his eyes. God, god. He wishes Oikawa were here right now. Look at this, he wants to tell him. Look how many people have fallen for you.

Oikawa’s no stranger to fans and fangirls, but this—this is different. This is fans on a mightier, global scale. This is karmic reward, for all those years he tried and tried and tried, and always fell one step short of greatness. This is getting on a plane at the age of nineteen, flying continents away from home, relearning everything he thought he knew about his own talent, his own worth, and coming back to carve a place for himself into the margins of something great.

20. 💖 A drabble that made you want 100K more words

BUBBLEGUM KK by ultearmilkovich (@ultearmilkobitch)

This is so cute that every time I reread this I love the brotp of Laxus and Lisanna more. I would easily read 100k of this and Asa'a writing. <3

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