Paper Faces on Parade ♚

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[milliersdepersonas]

how the fuck do I use tumblr again

[necrophages-blog]

The replies had him practically forgetting about the uncomfortable feeling pressing at his chest and troubled him seconds ago, soon bringing a familiar frown to rest where no expression was to be found before. Although, truth be told, the fact that Miyuki remembered about that particular dream that had been keeping him from getting a good rest at night weeks ago soothed him.

To: kazuya★♥

[txt] i might be easy to read but ur creepy for being able to do so over text!!!!! [txt] but… yeah. its back. and idek why [txt] its rly frustrating bc… im fine!!! im okay! im great even [txt] i just dont understand

He paused. Even if he usually wore his heart in his sleeve, doubt was something he refused to show, be it in his speech or his behavior, but when dealing with such issues - something he couldn’t hide behind a smile or a scowl -, it was impossible for him not to hesitate at times.

[txt] do u have this kinda dreams too?

[milliersdepersonas]

Heh. Miyuki could practically hear the blond’s voice in his ear as he read the replies on his phone. It made him smile slightly actually. He didn’t know why exactly but it was just so characteristic of his friend. A frown creased his forehead as he read the text reassuring him that Mei was indeed fine. Somehow it seemed like a lie. 

As for his own dreams...

To: Mei

[txt] i’m not creepy just real good [txt] you sure you’re okay? sure you don’t need a hug from me huh [txt] i don’t really dream [txt] but sometimes i get these thoughts...

And with the push of a button he sent the last message wondering if it would help at all.

[necrophages-blog]

missed you, missed me?★

[necrophages-blog]

There was no mistaking it: the expression Miyuki wore had an air of resemblance to the one he had been shown years ago. Shoulders touching, Mei lowered his head if only slightly, confidence no longer dwelling on his features. He listened. True, the brunet had warned him about not receiving an immediate response, yet that didn’t mean he could avoid feeling somewhat frustrated about being denied something he had long since been looking forward to; something he had kept at the back of his mind as a possibility he wanted to bring to life at some point. And that moment should have been now, but the catcher decided against it.

Still, he bore no grudge against his choice because, as he had just said, he was just postponing his answer, right? Luckily for him, Mei wasn’t one to lose hope just like that.

“You’re a real ass sometimes, y’know?” He chuckled under his breath but didn’t find it in himself to play along with his teasing, though that grin did prompt him to fix his gaze onto his lips for a brief moment, clear blue searching for gold right after. “But that’s old news. At least you know what you want. That’s what I like about you.” Head lifted to look at the taller male, a fond smile blossomed on his face. ‘You’re so cool.’ His past self would probably not be surprised that his opinion on Miyuki had barely changed, that determined attitude of his always bewitching him in one way or another. Because only him would reject the opportunity of catching for the number one pitcher in the Kanto region.

A sigh made itself present, part of his perky aura returning to him as he rested his head on his friend’s shoulder. It was short-lived, but it felt nice. It would compensate for the longing feeling sitting in the pit of his stomach, forced to reside there until an answer to his proposal was given. 

However, the pitcher whipped his head to look up again once Miyuki broke the silence with a cheeky suggestion that was sure to help the blond leave his thoughts aside for a moment. “Are you kidding me?! No way!” Offended as he might have tried to sound, the amused smile worming onto his lips gave him away. “I can’t believe you’ve tried to bribe me!” He didn’t hesitate to give the other’s arm a light punch in response. “It’s not a bad idea, though — but I’m not paying for any of your food, you damn opportunist!”

[milliersdepersonas]

     ⊰ A real ass. Yeah, that sounded about right. Whatever he did he always did it with the team in mind. Upsetting people was just one step in the process in becoming bigger, better, stronger and reaching the very top. Eventually. It had taken a while but they had done it, they had finally clawed their way back to being actual in the sports world and along the way he’d gotten Eijun one step closer towards his dream of becoming the ace. ‘At least you know what you want.’ Did he though? What did he want? He wanted a career, that was a given, and to be recognised on some scale. But what he wanted most of all was to play baseball for baseball’s sake with all the challenges it possessed. Money and fame was only secondary.

     ⊰ ❝I’m not the only guy who knows what he wants,❞ he retorted with a wink and looked pointedly at Mei. The blond had always been headstrong and stubborn, never compromising for what he wanted. People called him selfish behind his back, but Miyuki thought it admirable. He asked for what he wanted unabashedly. It was refreshing not having to play political footsies with his friend. ❝It’s nice to know that at least someone wants me.❞ The brown haired male laughed loudly, giving the other a friendly slap on the shoulder.

     ⊰ ❝Now about that lunch...❞ He slung a friendly arm around Mei’s shoulder and smiled. ❝Okay, fine. We pay for what we each eat but let’s get going; I’m starving. There’s a ramen place somewhere close I’m sure.❞ Half-steering half-leaning on his friend, they made their way out of the park that held some important memories for both of them. Was it time to start a new chapter in their respective careers... together? They would be a formidable duo—no question about it—and catching Mei’s pitches...

                                   ❝Are you sure you don’t wanna pay for me?”

[miscellanyofmusings]

Well we die sometimes to begin again  When the same old 𝓭𝓻𝒆𝓪𝓶𝓼 have the same old єηɗ    When we lose our ᴍɪɴᴅ or we lose our ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs

[miscellanyofmusings]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪs ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ғᴀɪʀ ɴᴏʀ ᴜɴғᴀɪʀ sᴏ ᴏɴᴇ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇs, ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴅɪᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴡʜʏ

[romanticmxrder]

†     –     ❝ How dare you compare me to such philosophical                   wannabes; the problem with school is that stud-                   ents memorize information without ever thinking                   for themselves.  Do I strike you like that type of                   person? ❞

[milliersdepersonas]

❝ Well... maybe? I dunno, ya just seem very philosophical.❞ He only understands approximately 10% of the words the weird dude uses. But he ain’t about to tell him that.

[romanticmxrder]

†     –      ❝ Your first mistake was deeming something in this                    godforsaken world so precious that it became un-                    bearable for you to lose it.                      Nothing lasts forever, but the human desire and will                    to try to deny this fact is something that makes our                    species so irresistibly m o r o n i c. ❞

[milliersdepersonas]

❝Deep. Did ya learn that in Phil 101?❞

[wearealsoboats]

disgustingly cute domestic scenes to imagine your otp in:

getting slightly too drunk in the middle of the afternoon and slow dancing to dumb cheesy old music and kissing in a way that’s more laughter than actual kissing, mouths clumsy and hands gripping tight and sunlight slanting over them as they move lazily together 

curling up on the sofa together, feet tucked under thighs and arms around shoulders, watch the kind of crap tv that only airs at 3am because they don’t want to go to untangle themselves to go to bed

hectic mornings when they each need to be somewhere and they’re rushing around each other, ducking into bathrooms and bedrooms and kitchen cupboards, pausing to straighten tops and press kisses to cheeks

going through old photos together and collapsing into laughter every three pictures, and zooming in on ones where they’re pulling awful faces or ones that were taken at just the wrong moment

getting ready for nights out together, standing shoulder to shoulder as they brush their teeth or get their faces ready or style their hair, knocking elbows and hips as they try and hog more space

standing quietly together in the kitchen after long, exhausting days, leaning into each other for support, breathing in the smell of home, fingers carding through hair and stroking down spines, until they feel like they can relax and smile properly again

[necrophages-blog]

Lips spreading into a triumphant smile, Mei let out a satisfied hum. It had been easier than he’d thought to convince the other to stay awake with him for a bit. Time for a mental pat on the back.

To: kazuya★♥

[txt] idk how u do it but it sounds hella dirty when u say it www

At those last words, his fingers stopped and his previous smile made way for a blank look that felt foreign on his features. He wasn’t surprised Miyuki remembered about that, but he never once expected the brunet to bring it up again, much less when even through texting, Mei seemed to be perfectly okay.

The prince sighed.

[txt] yeah… [txt] how did u even know anyway [txt] did u use ur scary telepathy powers?!?!?!  Σ(゜ロ゜;)

[milliersdepersonas]

Huh. Miyuki may be cruel and unusual—or maybe just an asshole—but he wasn’t completely heartless. Besides, he actually liked Mei and their little talks at night. He was admitting to anything mind, but it made for a nice change to talk with people outside of seidou and about something other than baseball.

To: Mei

[txt] you’re easy to read mei [txt] plus you told me like a month ago [txt] but yeahhh PSYCHIC POWERS (｡◝‿◜｡)

By now he’d put his book down and his sole focus was on his phone, waiting for the impending vibrations that signalled the blond’s replies.

[caell-a]

                      My bad, bad, angel..

                                   YOU PUT THE ＤＥＶＩＬ IN ME

[caell-a]

                          TELL ME…                                DO YOU B L E E D?                                              ….                                      YOU WILL

[genericxloveshit-archived-blog]

     “There’s – no price?” That surprised him, after all he had been the one to personally price all the candies last night at the end of his shift– oh. So it was his fault. “I’m – no, I’m afraid they’re not but, uhm . . oh dear. I can price check them for you or, oh. That was my fault . .” Maybe he should give them to him free.

[milliersdepersonas]

⊰ The poor guy seemed a bit down which made Eiji feel kind of bad for bringing this tiny mistake up in the first place. ❝Hey man, it happens to the best of us. I mean, the amount of times I’ve forgotten lock the server room door at work is uh... a lot.❞ He laughed sheepishly and plopped to the chocolate bars on the counter. ❝Oh, and could you throw in a pack of smokes as well? Not fussy about what kind.❞ He’d been meaning to kick the habit for a while now but... it just never seemed to happen. There was nothing better than relaxing with a cig in your mouth and a cold bottle of beer in your hand. 

❝I’m Eiji by the way,❞ he said conversationally, ❝have I seen you here before?❞

[mini-musings]

and i am not immune i only want to be loved but i feel safe behind the 

                                                                             firewall

[momo--sakura]

 Her eyes  g l i n t                                       in the darkest of times             oh    what             [innocence]

[musicxmusingsxmemes]

You mess with the wolf  And you get the ＦＡＮＧＳ

[scxttered-musings]

You’re gonna have to beg for a k i s s or two                  You still got a little more work to do

[milliersdepersonas]

genericxloveshit

⊰ ❝Hey, sorry, but uh... there doesn’t seem to be a price on these.❞ Eiji waved two chocolate bars in front of the store clerk’s face with a small smile. ❝Sadly it’s not free is it?❞