CLOSED.

[kotetsuhaga]

closed.

thanks for the fun on kotetsu guys. i’m closing his blog though, just not a muse for him anymore really. for now, catch me on @solisaei or @urarenge if you’re looking for another naruto muse!

[kotetsuhaga]

kotetsu has a candy stash at his apartment, naturally; it’s got boxes of pocky, taffy, hard candies, lollipops, pretty much anything you can think of that stores well. it’s an entire drawer that he told izumo was for his socks. there are no socks in it at all.

[funsweets]

[shoku-and-awe]

キャロット仕立てのアップルパイ味キットカット // Apple & Carrot Pie Kit Kat The concept of Easter catches on a little more every year, but I was shocked to see these last spring… for a variety of reasons. If they come back this year, I’ll have to try them, if only for the punny packaging (the word “Easter” sounds like “good start” in Japanese).

[daddys-motherfucking-princess]

[witheverybloww]

Japanese confectionery heaven <3

[hatake]

get it here♥

[tmagotchi-blog]

kink blogs do not interact

[atmeal012]

[kewtkitsch]

[phoebejays]

#grounded

[kotetsuhaga]

when people show their true colors and you have the chance to get them out of your life before they really fuck it up

[lovepal-deactivated20160802]

are you a coffee gay, a tea gay, or a hot cocoa gay?

[urarengearchive]

→ ＮＯ ＴＲＯＰＨＹ, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine. he’s haunted by something he cannot define. bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse assail him, impale him with monster-truck force. in his mind, he’s still driving, still making the grade. she’s hoping in time that her memories will fade. ‘cause he’s racing and pacing and plotting the course, he’s fighting and biting and riding on his horse. the sun has gone down and the moon has come up, and long ago somebody left with the cup. but he’s striving and driving and hugging the turns and thinking of someone for whom he still burns…                          {HE’S GOING THE DISTANCE}

                                                           !personals do not reblog!

[kotetsuhaga]

kotetsu and izumo, more like:

[izumoh]

    “working.” izumo nudges kotetsu’s shoulder pointedly. “being a personal trainer’s not easy, you know.” he bites back a snicker when kotetsu stumbles, paying no heed to his words. you haven’t changed, he thinks, fond. 

     shoving his hands into his pockets, he slants a smile at his friend, turning a right onto the sidewalk and tilting his head for kotetsu to follow. “beer garden it is. if you still have an appetite like i remember, then i’m glad you’re paying.”

[kotetsuhaga]

     “don’t act like i haven’t been either,” kotetsu combats with a wave of his finger, “though, your line of work seems a bit more...dignified, hah. i spend eight hours under the hood of a car, usually.” kotetsu did work a lot, but he didn’t mind it. it actually helped keep him busy, occupied. the more time he had to himself the more obsessed he’d feel over not doing anything after graduating. 

     well, no he’s done something. 

     “what made you get into that line of work anyway? i know you talked about sports medicine and stuff but...seems like a hard thing to get into.”

[izumoh]

    he trails behind kotetsu, casting a final glance at the door behind them as it closes. this is familiar, somehow– he falls into step alongside his friend like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “well, you know me,” he clicks his tongue, dry. “i still don’t get out much, but. i know a few places.”

   izumo pushes open the front door of the building once they’ve made their way down the stairs and through the lobby, lip held between his teeth in thought. “are you hungry? there’s a bar that serves up a wicked shepherd’s pie.”

[kotetsuhaga]

     “man, what have you been doing here without me, then?” he walks backwards, thick arms raising behind his head to hook behind his neck. the cheeky smile is there on his lips, before he almost trips over his own feet. he rights himself before a fall, straightening his shirt, “shut up.” before izumo can even say anything.

     once outside, he looks to his friend like a dog looks toward it’s food bowl, “if i ever say no to that question, ask me again in five minutes. i could always eat. that sounds really good, a beer and hot food.” he motions forward, elegant hand motion and everything for izumo to step in front of him, “lead the way.”