#pinksaltfreckles

[priismata-a]

“whats going on”

[mactireaonair-interactions-blog]

The airport was dingy, cold, She was back in England alright after her short stay in Ireland. There was a long wait and she could walk back to the tower but then there’s the chance again of her being stabbed. Boy wouldn’t that be a newspaper scandal. @pinksaltfreckles​

Her scarf covered her neck, tied to prevent the damp from getting at her but she stopped on the track seeing a very familiar face. Atsuko. Her dear friend Atsu, standing in full designer wear as usual probably back from a meet n greet or showing at a runway. Something. Heck her plane was in the usual spot, and forgetting about her luggage for the moment the woman made a run for it that unfortunately resulted in shoving people aside to get to her end goal. Hugging the ever living stuffing out of her friend.

It was like a moment stuck in time, she made it over and bear hugged her friend as carefully as she could as her strength was a bit much at times. Dear god it was nice to see a familiar face, what did she do? Go looking for her? Laughter erupted from nowhere, twirling the fashion designer around. “I leave for the weekend and you come running to see if I’m okay? Dear god I’m going to be fine!” she has been through numerous tragedies but she’s made it through time and time again

[unwcvering]

       Knowing his dear student made a friend, of course he would have no other reason to be very proud. Secretly, it was something he hoped for any of them. To progress and aspire to be better than themselves, and if possible, have someone there with them along the way. 

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Perhaps he should think twice about this.  It was the sixth time meeting Atsushi in perhaps twice as many days, but he couldn’t remember the last time he had so much fun.  Friends... were hard to come by...

[comtevengeur]

“Here you are, mon ange,” he said as he set the cup and saucer down before the beautiful pale-skinned woman, “your favorite.”

The Count knowing Atsuko’s favorite tea was of no surprise, of course. Was anyone as close to her as he was? They understood each other incredibly well, after all. He had fought alongside her before but had failed then. Seeing the woman she had grown into in spite of that loss brought a sense of gladness to his black heart he thought never to feel again.

He had mentioned the cafe to her in passing. He knew she was quite busy but hoped she might take the time to stop by and relax. Before he knew it she was one of regular patrons and always managed to come at the perfect time when it was just the two of them for hours.

“Did you get tired of waiting for me again?”

@pinksaltfreckles

[arcanecrafted]

     ❛     there’s a storm brewing, I wonder when it’ll hit.     ❜

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[deuxmondcs]

‘ all i want in my life is for my friends to be able to touch me suddenly & me to not flinch away without meaning to. when will this stop affecting me? ’

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The first time he had touched her without her permission…the look of fear in her eyes, how she curled into herself, it made him feel sick. And deeper down inside, anger seethed. Someone had hurt his Master deeply, and even though they were no longer in her life, as she had distanced herself, the effects still lingered.

“Small steps, Atsuko. You don’t flinch as much when I touch you now, right?” It was something he was grateful though. He extended his hand to her slowly, a smile on his face. “My touch may never erase that memory, but know that mine will always be to protect and serve you.”

[egaohitotsude]

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Sakura loves Pokemon. A simple truth. Even if she’s no longer a pokemon trainer, her love remains. So when she sees the Eevee -- especially since she herself lives with an Eevee... That beautiful fur coat... The brown mane...

Purple eyes sparkle, and she immediately kneels down, eyes completely fixed on the pokemon even as her words are directed to the individual standing only a meter away. “Is this Eevee yours?”