ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵒˢᵘʳᵉ / ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ

[phantomemes]

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“ these are the empty pews ” “ it’s much too late to repent ” “ this is your unmarked grave ” “ what else is there to live for besides your one true love ? ” “ you never thought i needed protection ” “ did i ever even have a choice ? ” “ he told me i was an obligation ” “ you make me forget what it feels like to miss someone i was never allowed to call mine ” “ are you my antidote or my poison ? ” “ this story may be cliche  ,  but it’s ours ” “ is there really any way it can end other than in bloodshed ? ” “ i’ll lick your wounds and then you’ll do the same for me ” “ if you start to keep score  ,  can you still call it love ? ” “ brace for impact ” “ this girl right here is a fucking goner ” “ with you there is no faking it ” “ this boy  ,  he’ll be the death of me ” “ i was too young to realize you were the one that should have known better ” “ i never did have an ear for music ” “ when night falls  ,  my monster tells me he loves me ” “ you always did crave the taste of your own lies ” “ this love leaves bloodstains ” “ i’m so fucking sorry ” “ it was exhausting for both of us ” “ you are the bruises and teeth marks i find all over my body without remembering how they got there in the first place ” “ this isn’t a haunting  ;  it’s a hunting ” “ it’s probably a good thing that god forgives sinners like me ” “ i can’t tell the difference between you and the dead of winter ” “ at least winter makes way for spring ” “ i can’t decide who it is i’m more frightened of ” “ i would do just about anything to make her disappear ” “ if you’re looking for your perfect victim  ,  then you might as well set down your lanterns ” “ you won’t be able to find her here ” “ i’m the fairy tale everyone forgot about because the lesson wasn’t pure or hopeful enough ” “ i don’t excuse her and you shouldn’t either ” “ couldn’t you at least try to hide it ? ” “ i never knew you could grieve a breathing man ” “ nothing but a coffin in my ribcage ” “ you remind me of the way flowers bloom so furiously in spring ” “ are you breaking her like you broke me  ,  or am i just that special ? ” “ nothing makes sense with or without you ” “ my body didn’t know what it was like to survive without you ” “ you took things i didn’t know you could take ” “ it seems you never learn  ,  either ” “ either take everything i have or drop it all and walk away ” “ darling  ,  you are worthy ” “ you can do this  ,  you know ” “ let your heart take its time ” “ there’s someone else seeping in through the fractures you left ” “ if you’re never going to leave me  ,  then this is me leaving you ” “ find a new partner in crime ” “ someone i used to know told me that love was forever ” “ don’t try to waste your time again ” “ i’m sorry i didn’t know how to stop the pretending ” “ they didn’t deserve this ” “ some people are never worth your words ” “ come  ,  take back your hatred ” “ you can have my forgiveness but you can’t have me ”

[whatswrng-blog]

a tolerable ghost™-Today at 2:23 AM suga, the jennifer aniston of the group

[notformerit]

        wolves are dangerous animals. it’s easy to forget that they aren’t just big dogs when they’re happily fed and dozing on his lap or lapping at his face, happy to have their bellies rubbed. days like today, though, it’s hard remember them ever been docile. 

        they’ve just gotten a new transfer in — a male — that his boss is hoping will mate with one of their females and all morning has been a struggle to re-establish his ‘alpha’ position, so to speak. it would help, probably, if he had a name to call the wolf by. it would probably help, also, if the two females didn’t growl at him for smelling foreign to them. this is his least favourite part of getting new animals.

         if getting a wild animal to not hate him wasn’t enough of a downer than the fact that it’s kept him from participating in the Field Trip Activities certainly is. suga loves teaching kids, especially about animals he loves and that love him ( though on days like today, he’s not so sure they do ).

          suga glances back at the holding space where the wolf is pacing back and forth and sighs under his breath. he sure is beautiful, however difficult. he checks his watch and then heads over to the elephants to spend the duration of his break with just as beautiful but much more pleasant company.  / @groundreceive

[notformerit]

     “ you are most definitely not a member of the water tribe, ” he hums, wistful, maybe a bit fond if he’s being honest. the cold is nothing to suga; he can’t remember the last time the weather made him shiver the way daichi is — if the weather ever made him shiver like that. “ doesn’t it ever get cold in the earth kingdom? ”  /  @groundreceive

[notformerit]

       morning walks are something of a habit for him ; time to clear his head and have some peace without his pile of books and prefect duties. he leans against the bridge, glancing out at the lake and relishes in the quiet of the grounds while most everyone else is still waking up or clambering into the great hall for breakfast. 

      winter has long since broken into the heavy rains of spring ; the near birth of summer, even, but the air still holds an edge of chill to it that makes suga wish he’d had the foresight to bring his scarf and draw his shoulders up around his cheeks when the wind blows.

      the sun has only half ascended over the water, making it glimmer golden and blue. his smile dimples a cheek softly at the combination of of colours but he tries not to assign any hopeful significance to them and leans against his forearms against the railing, sighing into the sunrise.  /  @groundreceive

[notformerit]

      YOU’VE BEEN REQUESTED FOR TRANSFER. the words are still bashing around in his head, three days after the ringing in his ears had quieted down. even now, with the understanding of what it means, koushi can’t wrap his head around it. tokyo wants him? the questions echo over themselves, lapping over repeated words in waves ; surely it’s what everyone in the narrow hallways he walks down are thinking: what in the world do they want him for? he doesn’t even have a co-pilot.

      a hand tightens around the strap of his bag, eyes averting themselves from pairs of eyes and the hush of silence as if he doesn’t notice the deafness of a room when he enters it. his shoulders straighten ; his smile brightens ; his heart sews itself to the sleeve of a hand he offers to marshal ukai, himself.

        “ sugawara koushi, reporting for duty, ” he offers, and by some blessing of the gods, his voice doesn’t shake. the marshal offers a gruff expression that might be a smile, suga thinks, if the circumstances of his arrival were any different. after all the why him specifically may be a loud and clear mystery but the reason for new pilots never is. suga saw the jaeger go down on live television with everyone else in the sendai base.

         his gaze shifts to the man beside the marshal who is introduced as his new partner ( the word potential is left out of it but suga hears it anyway ), sawamura daichi. the sight of him only winds koushi a little for what it’s worth but he only nods and offers his hand again. 

        “ an honor, daichi — ”  he starts, skipping all the formality he had just offered the marshal in addressing his potential co-pilot. before anyone has the chance to be surprised, he explains,  “ — i don’t see any reason not to call you by your given name. feel free to call me by mine. my friends usually just stick with suga though. ”  what he doesn’t say is: if we’re going to pilot together, it’s likely we’re going to die together but he thinks they hear it anyway.  /  @groundreceive​

[notformerit]

    he’s got some k-pop song that his roommate was listening to stuck in his head, and is thus humming quietly while balancing a laundry basket against his hip. there’s a machine in his building but it never seems to be unoccupied when he needs it so the locate laundromat is always a better bet — plus there’s a cat that wanders around the place and has an affinity for doting on him. 

    suga manages to get the door open enough to slip through, still humming, to find that it’s nearly empty. a pleased smile lights up his face. “ hello ~ seems we’ve picked a good day, ” he offers as a greeting; doesn’t realize until after he’s sit his basket down beside the other occupant, that they look very familiar. “ oh — iwaizumi-san? ” surprise bleeds across his expression for a beat, two, and then the smile returns, just as bright as before. “ didn’t except to run into you again. ”   /  @missedpoint

[notformerit]

        Spring has long since wound it’s way through Winter and with it has come everything they’ve worked so hard to accomplish. Suga would call it luck but he knows better than anyone that luck had nothing to do with it. Their strength was hard earned. 

        The last practice of his high school career ends before he really has a grasp on it. Asahi would probably say something sentimental but the time for that hasn’t quite come for him yet. Everyone has already said their piece at Nationals anyway; the third years still have graduation to look forward to in a few days. Suga knows it’s probably a sign of his reluctance to accept the fact that it’s really over.

        The team’s accomplishment satisfies him, of course it does — but he feels Hinata’s greed somewhere heady; he wants more and he doesn’t know what to do about that. He doesn’t lift a hand to his chest to clutch at the fabric over his shirt but it’s a near thing. Fingers burrow deep into his pockets instead as he eyes the club room for the last time.  / @groundreceive

[notformerit]

groundreceive.

      unfortunately last night was mostly spent making sure this bento box came out as perfect as he could make it for the occasion, and it was majorly spent in the kitchen with his mother. the studying he’d wanted to get done the night before wasn’t as in depth and much as he’d previously hoped. 

      “well…” daichi’s pupils flit toward the top of the ceiling, mouth slightly open before his brain has a chance to form what his sentence was actually going to be. “i don’t think it was my best performance on an exam, but i feel confident enough that i’ll still have a decent mark.” his gaze returns to the setter with a smile.  

      daichi is a bit surprised, still, that suga’s birthday celebrations are rarely even there compared to everyone eles’ ( maybe that’s because his birthday and asahi’s birthday are literally on festivals ). despite everything he knows. 

      “all that recalling information has really worked up my appetite. want to have lunch outside today? it’s so nice out, shame to let the weather go to waste.”

     daichi’s confidence earns him a good-natured pat ( perhaps a bit more like smack ) on the back for his troubles. “ that’s the spirit, daichi. decent game performance, but a win never the less. least that’ll keep you on the court, ” he teases, doing his best impression of their coach. if it’s one thing the third years have learned, it’s that there is always room for improvement if you work hard. 

     “ maybe we should study for finals together, keep each other from getting distracted... ” suga offers, though it seems easier in theory than it likely would be in actuality.

     laughter bubbles up and out at the stereotypical dad-ness of the statement. he half expects him to say something like good day to be a dog or bees knees to follow up. the smile on his face brightens, delighted. he presses his shoulder into daichi’s just in the wake of his laugh ; a balm for the earlier smack, maybe.

     doe eyes turn their attention to the window as they walk, contemplating the weather and the statement wistfully. “ you know — i don’t think that’s a bad idea, daichi. it wouldn’t hurt to get a little sun. ”

[notformerit]

I got hit by a bus yesterday so happy late birthday mom ;3;

       “ ….and who are you ? ” suga turns his head, contemplatively, a hand raising to tap at his bottom lip before he calls out to their captain, “ daichi — i suddenly don’t recognize anybody in this gym. so strange ! ”

[notformerit]

groundreceive.

     the spices are still making his eyes water.

     daichi is not a cook, well he’s not a great cook. 

     with their break for lunch just starting, daich grabs his lunchbox and heads to meet suga in the hallway so they could walk to their lunch spot together. his bag is a big heavier today, because he’d gone and made suga his own birthday bento box.

     he’d already said his happy birthdays’ to suga this morning when they’d met up for their walk into school, but he feels the need to say it again, maybe he’ll save it for when he gives him the bento box. “how do you think you did on that exam?”

     having already appreciatively blushed through birthday wishes from daichi this morning, suga isn’t suspicious of receiving gifts. 

     his birthdays have never been of much importance growing up and while that leads him to being a bit more extravagant on the occasion for others — when it comes to himself, he has a bad habit of pretending the day doesn’t exist.

     it would be safe to say that he’s even forgotten already that today held any more significance than an exam he’d spent all night studying for.

     the question draws a sigh through his teeth and consequently a yawn, which his hand barely has enough time to cover. he tosses daichi a sheepish smile, hoisting his bag carefully back onto his shoulder where the yawn had dislodged it.  “ i think i did okay ! not sure about that last second... i may have misunderstood the question. but other than that i feel pretty good about it. least enough to be glad it’s over. what about you, daichi? ”

[notformerit]

all of karasuno, except daichi? grounded

[rhyella]

his grin is infectious ✨

[artthetrash]

Happy birthday to Mr. Refreshing!!!  

[notformerit]

catch me logging into every single account to change my icons to pride icons

[whatswrng-blog]

a tolerable ghost™-Today at 2:23 AM suga, the jennifer aniston of the group

[keybladesoras]

My body’s warmed up but my hands are cold.