#shoelace speaks

[shoelace-of-tvmblrclan]

Broke : Dan and Phil are secretly a couple

Woke : Dan and Phil are moirails

[shoelaces-official]

don't you hate when someone decides to replace you with another shoelace. because what does PURPLE have that I DONT??

[styllwaters]

necklace carpet sharks are SO silly and beautiful and it is of upmost importance that you all look at them

[shoelace-of-tvmblrclan]

HAPPY NOVEMBER 5TH EVERYONEEEE

[sunflowergraves]

[nyatbinary-81]

@vulpixisananimal sifstem art jumpscare!! more specifically i got bored and decided to mess around with sif and mal's outfits.

[akkivee]

YOU MAY QUESTION IF YOUVE TAKEN THE RIGHT PATH AND FEEL LOST BC OF THE CHOICES YOUVE MADE BUT YOU KEEP STEPPING ANYWAY YOURE STILL ON YOUR WAAAAAAAAAY🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

[shoelace-of-tvmblrclan]

Look I'm not one to cry during movies but the last scene had me tearing up. I think i like this one better than Goncharov because... Well, first of all Mafia stuff isn't really what I usually enjoy. However, the story whas compelling enough. Characters were the highlight. Anyways, I enjoyed Goncharov more than I thought I would, even though it's my usual type of movies.

Mališa was kind in the same situation : it's not what I usually watch, and boy, I despise war movies. But this. Oh my THIS. I never though I'd feel such things for a pigeon. In her eyes, therevis no war. There is only confusion and dread for surviving. My girl Mališa deserved so much better... but things were simply out of everyone's control....

this tiktok screenshot ruined my life i need to see the serbian pigeon movie so so badly but it doesn't exist it's so foul to make this bad of a point with something so cool and then take it away from me.

[wil-fae]

when it's a rare sunny day in gotham, it's time to break out the skateboard

[shoelace-of-tvmblrclan]

Everyone keeps wondering how does Luigi takes Bowser's dick.

But lemme ask the real question here : what makes you think that Luigi is the bottom ?

[not-poignant]

Pia I’ve been watching that video of Toby on your stories non stop. He’s just a little guy!

He's just a lil guy!!!

This is the video for anyone curious!! It was the first time he'd discovered how much fun it was to run under the hose while I was watering the garden, and then it was the first time he discovered how much fun it was to roll around in the grass.

He got a big towel-down and brush after this.

[shoelace-of-tvmblrclan]

miss officer and mr truffles coded

[god-has-entered-my-body]

i like your shoelaces

cool can i choke u with them

[b4kuch1n]

took a mock ielts test today

[gay4way]

i bought a belt. me, greyson, i bought a belt not just any belt a hot pink belt cuz of Frank's belt I convinced myself I would fade it or whatever but I'm probably gonna return it and just buy some studded belt lol

[hideyseek]

ahhhhh kakehai for 15 (things you said with too many miles between us) please!!

craaaaaaaaaaaaaab hi!!! everyday i appreciate you for encouraging my kakehai writing!! here are some words about haiji and kakeru and shoelaces, ten years after canon.

(from the things you said prompts)

Haiji nearly drops the plate he's washing when he hears it. 

Even the interviewer, it seems, is surprised enough to cough onscreen and say with open curiosity, "Really, Kurahara-san? Shoelaces?"

But Kakeru turns to look seriously at the camera and says, "It's true. The way I lace my shoes is the same way my college track captain used to. I made him sit down with me, the afternoon of his graduation ceremony, just to show me.” He laughs, and to Haiji’s ears he sounds wistful. “I wonder what he thought of that.” 

Haiji had forgotten, but he remembers it now — the cherry blossoms in Kakeru’s hair, the unbearably blue sky. The way his hands had trembled when he’d leant over to tie the knot with Kakeru’s laces. How absolutely certain Haiji had been, in that moment, that there was nothing between them to start. 

Onscreen, Kakeru is smiling at the camera, an unexpected curl to his mouth. "I wouldn't be anywhere near here if I hadn't met him. I truly believe that joining the Kansei ekiden team changed the course of my life.” He ducks his chin. The tips of his ears are pink, even in the studio lighting. "Anyway. I owe him a lot. I suppose the lacing was, selfishly, a way to keep him in my life after he left running."

"There you have it," the interviewer says. "Kurahara Kakeru, Japanese national team marathon runner, on the greatest influences of his running life.”

“Thank you very much,” Kakeru says, bobbing politely. Haiji can’t tear his eyes from the screen. A way to keep him in my life after he left running. 

The interviewer continues, “Kurahara-san’s college running career culminated in running Section 10 of the Hakone ekiden three years in a row, breaking his previous record each time. Kurahara-san will be one of our guest broadcasters for this year’s ekiden, please be sure to tune in next week to catch his segment!”

The show cuts to commercial and Haiji lunges for his phone. Even as he's dialing he has no idea what he'll say, and no idea how long ago this segment was filmed, only that he can't just — leave that said without a response.

There's a thirteen hour drive between them, but he can close it with a call.

The line clicks over to voicemail. Kakeru's voice — Haiji's heart thuds — says, dry and rote, "It's Kurahara Kakeru. Please leave a message."

"Kakeru," Haiji says. It's been years since he addressed Kakeru by name. He’s always Kurahara-san when he comes up in the newsroom at work. 

Haiji doesn’t know what to say next. His university self would have found a way to just — start talking, shrouding the truth in layers of misdirection, discovering what he meant to say midway through and talking in circles until it was hidden again. But now, a decade later, he just wants to get to the point.

“I saw your interview,” Haiji says. He chews at the inside of his cheek, and adds, “I remembered you asking me to teach you how I tie my racing shoes. Only after you said it, though.” He paces a slow circle in his kitchen. It’s easier to say this, knowing that Kakeru will only hear it later. “I don’t know your racing schedule, but … if your season brings you here to Fukuoka, I would like to meet up, or — dinner, perhaps, if you would like. I’ve mi—”

The line clicks again and for a moment Haiji thinks he's run out of time. But then, a breath over the line and Kakeru's voice, worried, says, "Is this ... Haiji-san? Is something wrong?"

Of course he’d think that. They’ve barely texted in the decade since Haiji’s graduation. Calling like this…

“Nothing’s wrong,” Haiji says. “I’m sorry to call you so suddenly. I — I watched your interview. The teaser for the ekiden broadcast.”

“Oh,” Kakeru says. A surprised little laugh. “Really?”

“I watch most of your interviews,” Haiji admits. “This time, I just wanted to—” This had been so much easier without Kakeru on the other line. “I remembered, after you said it. When you asked me to show you how I laced my racing shoes.” 

“Ah,” Kakeru says. He sounds embarrassed. 

Haiji almost says: I didn’t think there was something between us, then. I thought it was just me. “I was happy to do it,” Haiji says instead, as firmly as he knows how. “It made me happy that you asked.” It’s been years. The circumstances have changed. They’ll be different people, when they meet again. 

“Come to the team reunion this year, Haiji-san,” Kakeru says. Haiji can hear the tentative smile in his voice. He presses his phone closer to his ear to hear Kakeru add, “It hasn’t been the same without you there.”

The rush of wind outside Haiji’s apartment window. The feeling of a new beginning rising in his chest.

“I’ll be there, Kakeru,” Haiji says. “I’ve missed you.”