❛ las terapias ❜
baji ⋆ chifuyu ⋆ kazutora ⋆ kaeya ⋆ venti
❛ los amores de mentiras, más mentiras ❜
~ moots i love ❆
❛ las terapias ❜
baji ⋆ chifuyu ⋆ kazutora ⋆ kaeya ⋆ venti
❛ los amores de mentiras, más mentiras ❜
~ moots i love ❆
safety
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
i need all the help i can get for finals
Hey so
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
So you know.
This might be the real one, y’all.
what the hell? i could use some luck *hits reblog*
World Heritage Post
reblogging again… need it bad lol
hiiii
Hii <3
Mañana cumplo 18 y jamás pude tener un romance adolescente. Una parte de mi me dice que es algo innecesario e irrealista a lo que aspiran las personas que no saben lo que quieren.
Pero otra parte de mi dice: A la mierda la madurez barata! No necesito hacerme el fuerte, ni el valiente, ni el mas maduro, ni el que mas sabe de todo, quiero dejarme guiar por mis instintos por una vez en la vida y lanzarme a hacer lo que jamás pude en mi adolescencia.
Pero ya es muy tarde para decir que no, toca aceptar que núnca pasó y núnca pasará. Solo me queda pensar en la siguiente forma en la que la vida me va a joder mi estabilidad mental y prepararme para lo peor.
Que no haya pasado ya, no significa que nunca pasaría. Piensalo de esta forma, te ahorraste todo el estres y agotamiento de pasar por relaciones que a lo mejor ni terminaban siendo finalistas en tu adolescencia.
Te llegará, y será de lo mejor :)
more valentines cards!
they really do get worse every year
Me quiero pegar un tiro :)
No.
Pues yo siento que es la mejor opción cuando sientes q no entiendes ni verga de un examen q tienes en menos de 24 horas y tus compañeros te hacen sentir culpable/estupida constantemente 😍
Me quiero pegar un tiro :)
Duntou blue fabric is mainly used in clothing and daily necessities. Duntou blue textile technology belongs to the traditional skills in the intangible cultural heritage, and the people's life is closely related, and the fabric presents a simple and generous, simple and harmonious art.
The day i went to Guangzhou Cultural Center New Building. Went to this little place w serene surroundings and tranquil setting exhibiting Guangzhou Cultural fabric skills. The Center contains alot more of Guangzhou’s cultural heritage related culture. Which is Beautiful and this is just one little part of them.
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In this place, status didn’t matter - the rich, poor, females, males, old, young, and kids were all suffering in equal agony. The stigma didn’t discriminate. Shinra had grown tired of seeing the same view every day. White walls, white beds, white machines - who chose this design? He couldn’t have been more thankful for the hooded cloak, as the darkness had never felt so comforting. For the longest time, the president only saw the world in two colors, white of the recovery bay and black within his hood. That is until you came around and added color to his colorless world.
After losing a dear friend to the stigma, you became a volunteer at that facility. You had seen your friend suffering and wanted to help others, even if it means only making them smile. Though that may not seem much, you knew a smile meant the world to a person who was suffering. For the longest time, Rufus watched you, curious as to why you wanted to volunteer, considering most volunteers were older men or women and military personnel. You seemed like nothing less than a rose in the middle of a battlefield.
Hey there <3 first of all I'm so happy there are other people except me still active in this fandom because oh boy I feel so lonely :') I just stumbled upon your blog and honestly I don't know if you're even accepting requests, but I'd be over the moon for some fluffy relationship headcanons for Noctis <3 he's like? the love of my life?? and really helps me keep it together nowadays. Feel free to ignore this if you're not comfortable with it, I'm just glad to see active people 🖤
OMG Thank you so much for your request! I came back to this blog and figured that the fandom was long dead. It makes my heart sing knowing that there are others that still wish to see FFXV content! I would love to fill in any requests you have to the best of my abilities! Send anything my way. But here is what I have for you. I totally went overboard. I hope you enjoy!
—“gonna shrink your shirt”
noctis lucis caelum x reader
Synopsis: Loving Noctis is like wishing for rain on a hot summer day. Irritating and Pointless.
Tags: [Words: 1,129], pining, angst, set before the game, reader is gender neutral
a/n: fun fact i finished writing this while waiting for my laundry to dry LMAO
“Pom, what are you doing?” You take the lollipop out of your mouth and gesture towards the house of cards Prompto was building on the floor of the laundromat.
“I’m trying to keep busy.” Prompto mutters as he carefully places the next card on the tower.
The laundromat smells like chlorine and despite the slight breeze you feel whenever the fan hanging by the door turns your way, your skin feels sticky from sweating so much.
It was a hot summer day and Ignis decided that today was cleaning day at Noctis’ apartment.
“This room is not fit for a Prince, let alone the soon-to-be King.” Ignis had said in his ever so posh voice.
You and Prompto couldn’t weasel your way out and were included in the cleaning regime since you were already hanging out at Noct’s place. You guys weren’t doing anything in particular—just sitting in front of a fan while playing King’s Knight on your phones.
The four of you spent the day scrubbing Noctis’ apartment down floorboard by floorboard, top to bottom. Your feet are sore and astrals know you need a shower.
When you guys were done with that, Ignis prompted things to go by quicker if the four of you split up. Ignis and Noctis went grocery shopping while you and Prompto were on laundry duty.
“The fact that it’s not even our OWN laundry we’re waiting for.” Prompto leans back on his hands with a groan.
A high pitched beep plays from the dryer and you jump off of it to unload the first batch of clothes.
When you open the dryer, a white piece of folded paper falls out onto the floor.
“Oh, hey. I guess Noct left something in his pockets.”
Getting ready for the day Linky?
HELLO MY BEL MY LOVE 😭😘 oh my gosh i didn’t know you read blue lock SO SEEING YOU ON MY FIC MAKES ME EVEN HAPPIER 😫😫😫😫 thank you for reading and for the encouragement always hehehe my favorite person!!!
MWAH.
HELLO ANRI ❤️ let's be real I'd read your fics anytime even if I haven't read the manga, just for your writing alone.
LOVE YOU<3
Itoshi Sae X Fem!Reader
You are Itoshi Sae’s Manager. Fielder of dumb reporter questions and keeper of his schedule. Among many others.
Timeskip. Sae is 24 and is officially a representative of Japan.
slowburn. sae is bad with feelings. will add more characters/warnings/tags as i go along. author knows nothing about football.
chapter 1: morning rituals
Sae wakes up in his room to the loud ringing of his phone, because a certain manager whose number bypasses his Do Not Disturb had decided to check in on reminders earlier than the usual this morning. He swipes his screen open and sees that it’s you (as well as a calendar reminder for a something at 11AM today which he opts to ignore), because of course. At the back of his mind, there is a sensation of a faraway memory brushing his consciousness upon seeing your name, the feeling not unlike when you see a person for the first time in a long time. Like in a dream, or an old, old memory—he can’t quite decide. When he closes his eyes once again, he thinks he could feel that memory, that sensation, getting closer and closer.
Another round of ringing and he’s up sitting on his bed, swinging both legs to the floor, sighing because he knows he really should’ve set his alarm an hour earlier this morning (as was your advice). He looks around his room, catching the momentary glint of a pair of cufflinks at his bedside table. He hasn’t even opened his window to let fresh air in.
He clicks Answer, putting you on loudspeaker.
“I hope you’ve at least opened the window to let the morning air in?”
He doesn’t speak right away, choosing instead to let his yawn run its due as he slowly half-settles back into bed, propping his head and shoulders up by his elbows while his feet settle flat on the cold floor.
“Well, good morning to you, too.” His voice comes out a little graver than the usual as he stretches his neck back, his face to the ceiling.
“Yes, good morning, Sae-kun. And welcome home,” goes your greeting, even though the two of you get on these calls on a daily basis and it hardly registers any difference anymore whether he’s in Spain or his home country. Other than the fact, of course, that in these coming days, you get to see each other in person. He can sense a little of that AM grogginess in your voice that tells him that, even for you, a call this early isn’t the norm—which really isn’t, and is a fact he can take relief in, he supposes. Still, you softly clear your throat and that’s how he knows you’re ready. You, thankfully, always are, even and especially when he’s not.