#im not apologizing for any of this i do not care

[lily-claw]

lmao you telling me you are not going to read all of that and keep changing your reblog every minute😭😭 I would love to guess why but then, I would actually get rude🤡🤡

I dont care if you forgive me or not, i apologized bc i thought i hurt your feelings since you took my post too personally. I tried to explain things and also asked you how did you read the post to understand you more but you still arent actually explain anything and keep saying i am disrespectful🤔 how?

I am actually asking how i am disrespectful and you are just bragging about it without making me understand anything. If you still wont explain anything at all, wont even try to at least say sorry for the other shippers that you think they dont respect you which is sus and also acceptable if you act with everyone like that, then dont try to gain any of people's respect. I am already telling i will take the tag out of there if any izuocha shippers give me an actual reason and unlike you, i know how to apologize. I even asked a friend of mine that ships izuocha more than me so i can act more rational.

This isnt a pissing contest, it is not about who is more disrespectful or not. Im already asking what did i do that was so rude to understand better so i don think that i acted like a victim. If you will be disrespectful, then you gotta apologize or just dont even try to interact bud bc you really dont act like you know how to reply or read more than a few words. If you are going to reply this like the prev ones, im sorry but i wont try to understand you anymore because you dont help me to understand it.

The fact that noguchi cencored this bc he thought its sensitive... Guys, I think he is trying to cope while being known as Horikoshi's assistant.

It looks like that meme where deku asks "does your gf has to be here?" and uraraka responds as "does yours?" lmao I can't take this seriously...

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

silent apologies ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ⏦ﾟ♡︎

synopsis: After deciding to go out and protect the villagers under attack by yourself, your Husband must tend to your wounds.

tags: angst, comfort, mentions of wounds/blood

a/n:ii blonde vampire men 🚬

w.c: 0.6k

⏦ﾟ♡︎ You grit your teeth as Alucard pushes a damp cloth against the wound in your side. The gash burns, it stings, but not nearly as much as the guilt crawling up your throat and urging to spill upon seeing the state of panic you’ve put your husband into.

"Hold still," he murmurs. His voice is still soft, but laced with that familiar feeling of restrained emotion, something the both of you were rather accustomed to as of late.

"I am holding still," you snap, more sharply than you intend, or wished- like a dog who doesn’t know why it bites.

His eyes flick up to yours. His amber eyes, always glowing, now dimmed.

"You went out alone." He says, still tending to you and avoiding your eyes.

"I had to. The village it was-"

"The village has their own guards. I thought we agreed- you agreed-you said you wouldn't leave the grounds without me. Again.”

You flinch- not from the cloth pressing into your tender flesh, but from the disappointment that flooded his expression.

"I just… didn't want to bother you." You confess.

Alucard freezes, the cloth in his hand soaked red.

"Is that what you think this is? A bother?" His voice is low, not dangerous, but trembling slightly enough for you to detect. "Do you think watching you bleed is something l'd rather deal with?"

You look away, throat tightening. "I didn't want you to worry."

"Well, it’s too late for that darling."

You wanted to argue. You want to say that you're not made of glass, that you've fought before, that you can take care of yourself and you don’t need him to protect you from everything in the world. But the words turn to ash when you meet his eyes again, finally, full of heartbreak.

Alucard drops the cloth and exhales slowly, letting it sink down the small bowl of water.

"When I found you...for a moment I didn’t think you were breathing." He exhales.

"I was," you whisper, reaching to hold his thumb.

"You were barely," he shoots back. "There was blood in the dirt, yours, so much I coult smell it. I thought-" He cuts himself off, jaw tightening.

You tighten your hand, shaky and weak. "But I’m here now, Adrian…”.

He doesn't speak. Just brushing a strand of hair from your face, fingers ghosting against your skin.

"I'm sorry," you add, quieter this time. "I didn't think it'd get that bad."

He exhales through his nose, trying to cool the fire beneath his chest. "That's the problem.

“You didn't think."

Your lip trembles. "Do you really think I wanted this to happen?"

"I think you're reckless when it comes to your own life," he replies bitterly. "But not mine. Or anyone else's. You would die for anyone-but never let anyone risk themselves for you."

"You're not a burden. You're my wife."

You close your eyes, tears spilling over.

"I hate that you had to see me like that."

"I'd rather see you broken and breathing than not at all," he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. "Please, listen to me now. It’s okay to need me. I want you to. As I do for you.”

Your voice is barely audible. "I don't know how to need someone without feeling weak."

"You don't need to be strong all the time," he murmurs. "Not with me. Let me carry you when you can't stand."

You nod slowly, finally allowing the weight of it all to rest on his shoulders.

"Im scared," you admit.

Alucard pulls you gently into his arms, careful of your wound. "So am I. But we'll be scared together."

He kisses your temple, your hair, the corner of your mouth. A thousand silent apologies.

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

[neoheros]

the miya household is always the go-to household for all kinds of celebrations alike. you name it: birthdays, anniversaries, friday night dinners – check, check, check.

atsumu has always grown up in a home where his mom would host the parties for all her grown-up friends, and he’d always be the type of teenager to hide away in his room until the last of the guests finally leave.

it was a silly thing to do looking back on it now, but that was the old miya household.

in the new miya household (population: you and your husband), the two of you can’t just hide away in your broom closet until the last of the guests leave — it is your apartment after all.

at first, it was the big things: msby jackal’s celebration of their first tournament win (where hinata broke a window because he claims bokuto pushed him into it) or akaashi’s job promotion party (where the champagne bottle was so unfortunately aimed that when the corkscrew came flying, it hit the other non-broken window).

two broken windows later, it eventually died down to the little things: small get-togethers, a friend too intoxicated to drive needing a place to stay, or one of your favorites: friday night dinners.

“we’re home!”

there’s the sound of shuffling keys and shoes being taken off at the doorway, rustling of brown paper bags and footsteps.

you pop your head out from the kitchen and it isn’t a surprise at all to you when you see all four of your best friends (one being your husband) standing by your door way, all adorned with cheeky smiles and chinese takeout.

you call to them, “coats here, everybody!”

hinata goes over to you first, still as sweet as ever, and gives you a tight embrace (the same one he gives you every friday night), and you take his coat with a light smile on your face.

bokuto gives you his coat next, paired with an embrace of his own, your smile widens as you immediately recognize the coat you bought him for christmas last year, well and taken care of.

sakusa isn’t wearing a coat or a jacket tonight but still, he approaches you next to the coat stand anyway, and he embraces you just for seeing you again tonight, saying “thank you for having us”.

when you married atsumu, you didn’t realize you weren’t only marrying into his family, but his friends as well.

“you guys just missed samu, he dropped by for a weekly restock.” you tell them, pointing to the plastic bag on the table filled to the brim with the onigiri you’ve learned to love so much.

shoyo plops down on his usual spot on the sofa, “man, i wish onigiri miya personally delivered to my house too.”

“not to mention free of charge.” you add – proud.

he sinks deeper into his seat, “that’s just not fair.”

you seat farthest from tv, on the edge of the table and by the armrest, a seat empty next to yours as you wait for your husband.

“sorry sho,” you shrug, not sorry at all, smug smile on your face and you say, “it’s simply the perks of having the owner of onigiri miya as your brother.”

“that is such a lie.” atsumu rolls his eyes, and he takes his assigned seat next to you, hand immediately finding yours once he gets close enough. “i am also his brother — twin, even! — and i do not get half as much the perks you get.”

“well.” sakusa sits across from you, “i can understand that.”

and bokuto, in between sakusa and hinata, nods, “yep.”

“i can’t believe i’m getting bullied in my own damn home.” atsumu grumbles, and he stabs his broccoli on his plate with a fork.

you tease him, “you can’t?”

the rest of the evening feels warm. the windows are open to let in the fresh air of the streets of japan, the hustling and bustling of the bypassers outside your apartment building easily drowned out by the warm conversation shared in the warm flat.

( “no more hoisin sauce?” bokuto asks, digging around the stack of empty paperbags, fork in his mouth as he talks.

sakusa replies, barely looking up from the movie on the tv set, “sorry, finished it.”

and bokuto says, casually, “i’ll bring some over tomorrow. you guys need a restock anyway.” )

the five of you, sat down on the living room in front of the television, sharing mindlessly stories about your day, laughter and insults and compliments shared as food is passed around.

atsumu takes the red peppers from your dish as you laugh at something hinata says, he remembers - always - red peppers make you sneeze, so it goes unsaid that he takes them.

he does this so often that sometimes he doesn’t even realize it. he does this so often that he’s probably done it over a hundred times by now — like it’s part of him, like a habit.

you take some of your chow mein and place it on his plate, he doesn’t ask you for any, but you give him some anyway. you don’t even look at him as you do so, like it’s completely second nature for your hand to give him some of his favorite noodles and you don’t even have to think about it — like it’s part of you, like a habit.

“so, what time’s the game tomorrow?” you ask, and suddenly he’s out of his thoughts and back on the living room couch.

hinata looks to you, excited, “are you coming? it’s been so long since you last came to watch us.”

“well, depends on the time,” you tell them, “i’ve got a study group tomorrow in the morning.”

“study group?”

“i know right,” your shoulders fall, “our gen chem professor had us divided into study groups so we could easily catch up on her lessons.”

atsumu shrugs, “so? ditch ‘em.”

“i wish.” you sigh, “they’re the kind of people i just know wouldn’t have let me sit with them at the lunch table in high school.”

“oh, i know those people.” shoyo shakes his head, “had those people everywhere i went in junior high.”

you look at atsumu, “but you probably could have sat with them, you’ve got an aura like that — like you could be cool — but you’re not.”

that makes him roll his eyes, “who’s not cool? i am the coolest one in this table — and for yer information, i wouldn’t sit at any table ya weren’t welcome at.”

(sakusa nods at you, and bokuto says, “same here!” and hinata says, “me too!”)

“matter of fact,” you husband, offended at your doubt for him, continues, “i would flip that goddamn table.”

(and sakusa nods again, and bokuto says, “yup!” and hinata says, “definitely!)

your face feels warm, and you feel stupid for even bringing it up.

“you guys are silly.” you’re not as loud as earlier, but still, you say, “thanks.” and you bite back a smile.

“so…” shoyo grins at you, “ditch ‘em?”

“ditch ‘em!” bokuto repeats.

and for a second all of you look at sakusa, his turn to speak apparently, and he sighs, defeated, shoulders falling and he relents, and says, “fine. ditch ‘em.”

the three other guys cheer loudly and you roll your eyes.

“well, that makes four of us.” atsumu tells you, proud, “you’re outnumbered, honey.”

“fine.” you’re defeated, “i’ll ditch ‘em and come watch you guys play.” and the table erupts in cheers again, and you feel your heart become so full.

atsumu kisses your cheek and you swat him away.

“i’ll text natsu that you’re coming, she’s been pestering me over and over again when you’ll come next,” shoyo tells you, bright smile on his face.

bokuto nods, “i gotta tell akaashi too, maybe we can get everyone there like a reunion or something!”

and this makes you laugh, because, “you guys are acting like i haven’t come to watch you guys play in forever.”

and sakusa tells you, “it has been forever.”

“well, i guess a reunion or something would be kinda nice? we can have everyone come back here, bring out a few drinks.” you think out loud, relenting to the pleas of your oldest friends, and you can’t hold back a smile even if you wanted to.

“if anyone breaks a goddamn window in my home, everyone is getting charged the repair bill.”

the night ends quicker than you want it to, suddenly it’s 10 pm and the warm night starts to get colder.

“thank you for dinner, miyas.” bokuto tells you, grinning ear to ear as you walk him to the doorway, a barrage of shoes laid out on the floor, reminding you what a full house you have tonight.

you hand him his coat and his hat, and he embraces you tightly, one that you will never not return.

hinata comes up to you next, “thank you for dinner and please please please come tomorrow.”

“yes sho, i will be there.” you tell him lightly, and he embraces you as well (the same one he gives you every friday night).

the last to come up to you is sakusa, his hands already in his pockets, eyes tired and all. he doesn’t have a coat or a jacket, but he comes up to you anyway.

“thank you for having us.” he tells you, like he always does, and he gives you a short kiss on your right temple, like he always does, “it’s good to see you.”

you pat his arm, “you say that every friday night, omi.”

“what? no kiss for me?” atsumu calls from the side, arms crossed over his chest.

and sakusa replies, eyes narrowing, “never.”

(they have this conversation every single friday night.)

and just like that, all three of your guests for the night have left, leaving behind only two pairs of shoes left by the doorway — yours and your husband’s.

atsumu makes his way to you, his arms finding your waist immediately as he pulls you into his embrace, hugging you like it’s all he’s ever done correctly.

the apartment is quiet now with just you and him, and he loves this as much as he loves you.

“finally,” he tells you, smiling wantonly, “just us two.”

you smile back at him, “we have so many kids.”

and he nods, “even more tomorrow.”

your apartment, your home, it isn’t anything impressive, really. it’s not big or expensive or fancy, but for some reason, it’s always been the go-to place for everyone to have drinks at, for dinners to be shared, for windows to be broken.

“you really okay with that? the reunion thing here?” your husband asks you, his tone gentle, “its okay if you’re not, we can just cancel on ‘em. have the night to ourselves.”

you raise a brow, teasing, “and do what exactly?”

atsumu gives you a knowing grin, “i’ve got a list in mind.”

you laugh, “i bet you do.”

he comes closer to your face, “i can cross one off on it right now.”

and he kisses you then, the same way he does every single day of his life, the same way he plans to for a million years more.

you feel his smile melting into his kisses.

then he pulls away, smiling at you, voice gentle, cheeks pink, and heart full, “thank you for dinner, miya.”

you laugh again, and with the same amount of gentleness, you say back, “thank you for dinner, miya.”

atsumu knows you could never be unloved by him — you are too tangled in his mind, in his soul that you might as well take his heart entirely — it’s already full of you anyway, it has been since the day he’s met you.

“and no, we are not cancelling on them.” you tell him, pulling away, “i miss our friends and i know you do too.”

he tells you, “fine.” and he pulls you back in, nose close to yours, wide grin on his face as he takes you.

he wants to kiss you again, but to be fair, he wants to do that all of the time.

you give him a smile, “i’ll let you cross another thing off that list of yours if you do the dishes.”

and he groans, “you know omi already did them.”

“man, we have got to get lazier friends.”

“well, we can always call that study group of yours.”

(the two of you say friends, but it feels a whole lot more like family.)

together you and atsumu create a home filled with flowers, kindness, cozy pillows, and loud music. in your halls there is rest, good sex, good sleep, books, and dancing. there is space to be you, there is space to be him, there is space to be be the two of you, and there is love, there is love, there is love.

[cheriecoke]

i do not anticipate being on here much in november but just know i miss you all and i love you 🤍

[boyfeminism]

cis people are so fucking annoying dude. why are you making your misgendering of me about you and how bad you feel.

[girlivealwaysbean]

honestly I totally understand now how men grow up to be total trashbags

[gay--dog]

im this ☝️

[jrueships]

guess whos not going in at all this week, actually

[professionaljester]

[meme-loving-stuck]

"Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results is the definition of-"

Actually, that kinda just sounds like existing and trying to communicate to other people.

Sometimes you have to ask someone multiple times to try to break their bad habit that also hurts you. Or, your family might be the kind to constantly harp on you over something that actually seriously eroded your self-image over time, and it will take more than one emotional breakdown for them to understand it's serious and they need to stop. Maybe your best friend looks at their phone more than they look at you whenever you hang out, and it's not a big deal to them until the third or fourth or tenth time you point it out to them.

And yeah, if you're in a seriously unhealthy relationship or you are unfortunate enough to be surrounded by people who dont care about your needs, you might HAVE to repeat yourself a lot. You might have to initiate that hard conversation about boundaries bi-monthly if your partner doesn't think it's a big deal. You might have to do it every week (again, this is not healthy)

So, yeah! If you are constantly having to repeat yourself, always the one to have to ask twice or three times, and you literally have to beg for your needs to be met, it CAN kinda feel like you're going insane!

But that's just how other people are sometimes. People are selfish. People forget about important things. Maybe, in the end, if you stay consistent, they'll listen.

[wingdingle]

ok i figured it out finally. the secret to becoming friends with somebody is to keep doing smalltalk and asking how peoples days are and listen to them and share your own experiences and be genuinely curious about theirs, until you find people who also want to be friends with you enough to talk to you outside of the setting you regularly meet in, and then just initiate communication on a regular basis (at least 5 times a week or some shit idk.) also assess their comfort zone before talking about like social taboos . like ask them if they are ok hearing smth youre unsure about before you say it. also you dont necessarily succeed every time but dont get discouraged theres always more ppl and more room to grow =]

sidenote: try to make sure that when you make conversation it isnt exclusively about things you feel negatively about and keep an open mind about peoples interests, even if you dont necessarily agree with them - some people dont know some tjings are offensive bc theyre just too busy living their lives to stay on top of everything, but you can always explain that thought about it being offensive, just dont shut them down right away... imagine how youd feel if someone shut you down when you were talking about something you liked

[okidenshi]

Sometimes i thinks bout how my gen x parents took doctors telling them that that the anti-depressants worked by heling 'balance chemicals' in my brain so that it helped me be more happy or whatever as like... these meds will ALTER MY ENTIRE PERSONALITY AND THEY DAUGHTER THEY LOVE MAY BE GOOONEEEE OOOO~~~"

Not that they're horribly anti-med really, but as a young teen they would always be like "but... what if the meds are changing you :((" like. girl. isn't that the goal here almost-

[fappellmoan]

famously i never say violent things on the hyperbolic bitching and moaning website but i seriously do think my broadcasting professor should kill herself violently in front of me so sorry girl. the only reason id retract that a little bit is to be like well u r a woman at a shitty university and she has been nice to me at points and been cool a couple times but idrc

[patchesjam]

i am not going to continue arguing with you all nap time zzz zzz

[tamaharu]

why is talking to parents about mental health stuff so nerve wracking like im just informing them that im planning to get an adhd assessment so they could help with insurance and im like oh man i should be shot for this

[lupismaris]

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