松岡 凛

"Some people go to priests; some to poetry; I to my friends."

[rockets]

rin has his team’s full support

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I don’t know what is funnier in this cap.

I mean.

Rin basically murdered his own team.

Ai just wants to drown in the pool.

Not even Momo can get up.

Samezuka cutie helping his boyfriend.

[kaworu-sama]

[miss-cigarettes]

おおき

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[shiraazu]

“But I feel like [the Rin we see now] is the real Rin—that this is the Rin he would’ve grown into if, as a child, he hadn’t gotten lost the way he did and had grown up normally. Rather, the Season 1 Rin was an outlier.” (x)

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[romanticshark-blog]

"Hey there, Foxy Mama."

:: [ 松岡 凛 ] —   The lights dance across the bar counter, different shades of blues and greens lighting up the dark room. Near the bar there’s only a few people, the rest out on the dance floor where the light is much brighter and not this calm, shining hue shimmering through the counter and in the ceiling.

Rin doesn’t go out much, mainly because it’s not quite his type of scene. The loud music, ear deafening and where holding a conversation has to be done in the form of shouting if you want any chance of being heard. No, it’s definitely not his kind of thing at all.

Yet, here he is, staring down into a drink which definitely wasn’t as good as he’d hoped. His knuckles feel raw from a minor encounter with a wall earlier. He’d come in here to calm down, to empty his mind out of all his thoughts, all of the itching desires and needs he was feeling lately with the melancholy of his mind clawing at him. For the sake of trying to distract himself, he’s here.

The fact that he’s not expecting anyone to pay attention to him is the main reason why he doesn’t react to the terrible flirty tone of the man next to him. But after a nudge in his side he tenses, head whipping around and scarlet hues falling on the man next to him. His response is bitten out through his teeth, red eyebrows furrowing as he shoots a somewhat of a defensive glare.

                         ”Oi, how about you back off," he snaps.

[romanticshark-blog]

:: [ 松岡 凛 ] —   It's a prompt decision, and perhaps not entirely thought through. A soft head of burgundy locks fall into the lap of the person near to him, his whole body weary from the trip back to Japan from Australia.

It's almost the holidays, but Rin has ended up going home two entire weeks early. His warm cheeks are tinted pink, his half lidded gaze staring out into the room.

               "Sorry... Tired." His voice is a simple, soft murmur as his eyes fall shut.

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( romanticshark )

they didn’t see one another very often anymore. and that was fine, really. haru had his own life, and so did rin. all he needed was the occasional confirmation — a phone call, a text — that 'yes haru, we're still friends, and no i don't hate you. yeah, talk to y' later' and he was good to go. but, the phone calls and text messages were getting old.

and sparse.   and to be frank — a little annoying.

to: teeth [text]: makoto's busy this weekend [text]: and i'm kind of home alone [text]: and bored so [text]: you coming over or... ► sent !

[romanticshark-blog]

:: [ 松岡 凛 ] —   Distant friends, it's a thing Rin is more used to than he would like. Being in Australia for those five years, he'd gotten used to quite a few things and the knowledge that everything he adored was a sea away from him was one of those things. It will change when I get back, he'd thought at the time. Or for a while at least, but it had all gone downhill from there. 

to: haru [msg] Huh? Makoto's busy so I'm the second choice, is that what you're sayin? [msg] But whatever, I can come over.

[romanticshark-blog]

THE ULTIMATE HOLIDAY THEMED ASK MEME {part of: ❄ twenty-five days of elle} 

SEND ME A SYMBOL

▲: One of our muses tries to catch snowflakes on their tongue. ☾: Your muse asks for help decorating a gingerbread house. ♪: One of our muses inviting the other for a Christmas duet. ♦: Our muses wrap presents together. ☃: Our muses build a snowman together. ✈: Our muses travel somewhere for the holidays. ✎: My muse’s Christmas card to yours. ✘: My muse runs into your muse while trying to buy them a Christmas present.  ✆: My muse calls your muse while drunk on eggnog.  ツ: Our muses go caroling.  ✿: My muse gives your muse a Christmas present. ø: Our muses cuddle by the fireplace with hot cocoa.  ✌: Our muses argue over which Christmas movie to watch.  ♡: Our muses kiss under a mistletoe.  ♛: Our muses kiss at midnight on New Year’s.  ➸: Our muses decorate their house together. ♘: Our muses put up a Christmas tree and decorate it. ✰: My muse invites your muse to dance to Christmas songs. ☼: Our muses volunteer to help out for the holidays. ∞: Our muses go tree shopping. ❖: Our muses go ice skating together. ☁: Our muses go sledding.  ✉: Your muse hits mine with a snowball in order to start a snowball fight.  ϟ: Our muses bake Christmas cookies together. ↺: Our muses doing something holiday-themed with their kid(s).

SENTENCES

"Look! It’s snowing!" "Do we really have to leave cookies for Santa?" "Santa’s not real! There, I said it!" "Where do we hang the stockings if we don’t have a fireplace?" "You really don’t have to get me anything this year." "Do we really have to go to your parents’ house for Christmas?" "Let’s just sit in our pajamas and watch Christmas movies all day." "You’re gonna become huge if you keep eating all of Santa’s cookies." "Oh, put some mistletoe on my butt and kiss it." "This is the best Christmas I’ve ever had." "This is the worst Christmas ever." "Is that mistletoe?" "You look cold. Here, take my scarf." "I’m just not a fan of the holidays." "You’ve had the Christmas radio on non-stop for five hours."

TEXT MESSAGES

[text]: I just accidentally told our son/daughter that Santa isn’t real. [text]: The Christmas tree is on fire. [text]: So cold. Need cuddles. [text]: Christmas is a time to be honest, so this is it — I’m in love with you. [text]: I may or may not have eaten the entire gingerbread house we made two days ago. [text]: I just saw two people dressed as Santa fist fighting in a mall. Christmas is ruined! [text]: I’m may or may not be wearing mistletoe underwear. Wanna find out for sure? [text]: I made an oopsie and let’s just say we have over 500 candy canes in our apartment right now.  [text]: I can’t believe I have to spend Christmas Eve in a hospital.  [text]: So what if I made out with a guy dressed as Santa Claus?! I was drunk! [text]: I know it’s been a while since we’ve spoken, but Merry Christmas. [text]: Just fought a 50 year old lady over a pair of gloves for my dad. He better be grateful, because she almost clawed my eyes out.  [text]: If I see one more picture on Instagram of a snowman with Frozen lyrics underneath, I’m gonna explode up in this bitch. 

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[romanticshark-blog]

"No. The answer is no."

:: [ 松岡 凛 ] —  "It wasn't a question, I am staying here for the weekend." He didn't come all the way from Australia to sleep at home. No way, he could only handle both Gou and his mother for so long.

[romanticshark-blog]

It was obvious that Rin was currently seething, seeing that he shut himself away in his room, mulling on his bed. Ren had gotten into another fight right in front of the older. Thinking about it now, it must've been awful for Rin to have to watch his sibling get the shit punched out of him. Quietly padding to the other's room, Ren crawled onto the bed, settling himself behind the older and wrapping his arms around him, pressing his forehead to the back of Rin's neck. "... I love ya." Sorry.

{ karcharxas }

:: [ 松岡 凛 ] —   The moonlight is washing in through the window, lighting up the otherwise dark room, the ivory shine painting the trees outside in a light, blue-ish tint. It's too early for bed, but Rin can't make the move to head out, even if a walk might clear his mind. But he's already showered, red hair messy and he's even tugged on his pyjama pants and his sleep shirt. There was no point in going out, not while he still felt something of a phantom ache all over.

He's irritated, frustrated even when he hears the door he turns his head away, looking out at the moonlit shadows in the trees outside. He tenses, trying to avoid what he knows will happen in the end.

He won't forgive him.

Fuck that, he's done. He's angry.

What gives Ren the right to-

"You can't just pull that shit," he breathes, the shaky breath he'd been holding leaves his lungs. His fingers tremble and his throat feels dry, while his whole body seems to relax despite how irritated he has been.

This is how it ends up, he ends up just feeling exhausted. Eyes fall shut, fingers clenching to fists as he tilts his head back, slowly and yet so gently that he can feel Ren's head against the back of his neck, better this way as he almost tries to curls backwards into it.

Damn it. 

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