unwavering ;

🌸 indie tohru honda rp. adored by bee. 🍙   

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/ not that anyone cares, but I moved to a multi :’3

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/ WHAT IF I made ... a starter call? would anyone be...about...that

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/ Fruits Basket comes back tomorrow, & the only blog I have an itch to get back to is this one

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🌸🎀🍙 ISMS. 🌸🎀🍙

honey and lemon or milk and sugar // musicals or plays // lemonade or iced tea //strawberries or raspberries // winter or summer // beaches or forests // diners or cafés // unicorns or dragons // gemstones or crystals // hummingbirds or owls // fireworks or sparklers // brunch or happy hour // sweet or sour // rome or amsterdam // classic or modern art // sushi or ramen // sun or moon // polka dots or stripes // macaroons or croissants // glitter or matte // degas or seurat  // aquariums or planetariums // road trip or camping trip // colouring books or water colour // fairy lights or candles

Tagged by: @holmesdepot Tagging: @hatori-sohma @fangedsnake @softlytiger @resilientboned @zodgohi & whoever else ! ! 

[kotsume]

[themagneticaesthetic]

Tohru Honda Aesthetic - Fruits Basket 

[shigures-house]

Tohru and Google

Remember the viral story from a few years ago of the grandmother whose Google history showed that she did all of her searches as a polite question, saying please and thank you?

That's Tohru.

And she calls Google "Google-san."

You can't change my mind.

[koi---kun]

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/ I finally got around to watching episode 16 yesterday and lemme tell you I was crying @ mama Kyoko being so sweet and kind and loving and alive (╥﹏╥) ♡

[allanimanga]

Tohru and Kyoko Honda

[bonath]

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Stares at her from upside down. " Well, I haven't done my paper yet so I know Sensei is going to kill me." His teacher's at school were intense. " It's due at midnight." Sitting up then, rolling his shoulders. " Some tea would be nice, Honda-san."

❝ A paper? Well, midnight is still a while away. Maybe I can be of some help? Papers give me trouble sometimes, too, but I still manage to get decent marks. I think we just need to find you the right motivation! A cup of tea can be a good place to start ... would you like milk, or green? ❞ 

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" Time to die." Lays on the floor in front of the entrance of Sensei's house.

❝ D-die!? That would be terrible! If you’re not feeling well, m-maybe some tea will help? I’ll go put the kettle on! ❞

[rpmemes-gallery]

Tell the mun what you think of them and their portrayal of the muse.

They have to publish it without commenting.

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SHIGURE.

His relief was almost palpable as a silent sigh of relief escaped his lips and his shoulders lost the better majority of their tension. An incredulous snort of amusement followed at her assessment of the Summer Sigh series, before he quickly gathered himself and smiled reassuringly even as he flapped a hand dismissively.

“Oh, they’re just downright terrible,” Morally speaking - financially, they were among his best sellers. “I’d hate for you to develop a poor opinion of me, that’s all. If you ever do want to read my works, there are much better ones to go through.” 

Surely, he must just be saying that --- why would anyone want to read terrible books? Her instinct was to dispute such a thing, assure the man that they must have been great works if he was the one who wrote them. To have so many different stories under different names, it sounded like a successful writer to her! How a poor opinion of Shigure could form, Tohru couldn’t imagine. But, he was always good at keeping conversations moving, and was already offering his other works before she could worry herself over the quality of Summer Sigh.

❝ O-oh, well ...what would you recommend? ❞ She didn’t read much outside of her favorite recipe books, but thought maybe it would be nice to try reading some of Shigure’s work. 

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HIRO.

he finds himself straightening out his back and sitting up at the short table upon hearing a proper apology spill out of tohru’s mouth. his gaze has the slightest bit of acidity to it – teetering on the edge between a glare and a glower – but it mellows out upon her offer of breakfast. it does no good to bite the hand that feeds you, after all. the lamb languidly gazes upon his makeshift meal before his line of sight once again falls to center tohru right in the middle. he has no qualms about staring just about anyone right in the eye while he speaks, a gesture that is occasionally taken as obstreperous or even magisterial. a young master who is unafraid to comfortably put himself at the level of even the highest ranking adults of the world. “i’ll eat whatever you make,” the boy says rather resignedly, acting as if this is an unfavorable option though he can often be seen scarfing down tohru’s offerings of snacks or meals in a heartbeat. he’s a rather contrary pre-teen after all, and will never admit that he finds her cooking to taste nearly as good as his own mother’s. hiro isn’t particularly partial to shigure’s bland pick of breakfast anyway. drowned in milk, it tastes a bit better, he supposes, but he’d prefer to eat something else if the opportunity presented itself in a way that didn’t involve him putting in the effort to cook. “as long as it’s not too sweet.”

It was uplifting to hear that he’d still be eating with them, even though he’d already started his belly on a small bowl of cereal. Her favorite part of having guests at the house --- especially those who would spend the night for breakfast the next morning, was being able to cook for everyone and enjoy a meal together. ❝ That’s great! And, don’t worry --- it won’t be too sweet. ❞ The breakfasts she prepared were normally traditional in taste and presentation, everything one would expect to find spread out as their first meal of the day. ❝ What are your favorite kind of side dishes? Your the one who’s up early enough to put in a request. So just say the word, and that’s what we’ll have! ❞