I Honestly Dont Get Why People Stopped Reblogging Things They Like On Here Bc Like What Are You Afraid

“they” (1 word) is shorter than “he or she” (3 words)

“they” is more inclusive than “he/she”

“themself” flows more naturally than “him or herself”

“they” is less clunky than “(s)he”

it’s time to replace the awkward “she or he”

toko_taira  -  https://toko-t.tumblr.com  -  https://twitter.com/fluffy2038  -  https://www.instagram.com/toko_taira

really love imagining a bunch a kids and teens on their pokemon journeys staying the night on the couches and floors in the lobbies of pokemon centers, having long talks about their experiences and feelings sharing funny and scary stories and myths about legendaries and trading items and sharing TMs along with sugary snacks and pokedex chargers all while their pokemon are out of their pokeballs and all bundled up in blankets sleeping soundly next to their trainers while they stare up at the stars shining through the glass ceiling over their heads

headcanon students who probably know Morse code: Iruma, Amami, Saihara, Harukawa, Ouma, Momota, Tojo, Kiibo(upgraded) [that’s half of the students whoops]

Iruma: How the Morse codes function goes? Kiibo:  I don’t know… why did you added this anyways Iruma:  Aren’t you happy that now we could talk in “private”? Kiibo: Please stop!

apparently she doesn’t know…

with flowers in your hair (tell me it's real)

I know that I posted a big part of this on Tumblr before and that it’s on AO3 but I just wanted to have the complete story here on Tumblr.

Read on AO3.

It was still dark outside when Shuichi’s eyes suddenly snapped open, abruptly pulling him out of the realm of dreams without any warning. He stared at the dark ceiling above his head, the memory of his dream slowly fading away.

He was just about to turn and try to fall asleep again when he caught the sight of Kaito who was grinning wildly over Kokichi’s sleeping form on the other side of the bed.

“Mm, Kaito?” Shuichi rubbed his eyes, words slightly slurred and voice still laced with a heavy layer of sleep. “Why are you awake so early?”

Kaito’s eyes looked soft in the dark room, the gentle glow of the moonlight being the only source of light. The long dark shadows danced on the walls and the eerily quiet atmosphere tempted to lull Shuichi back to sleep.

“He’s blooming in his sleep,” whispered Kaito excitedly, a wide grin stretching on his face.

Shuichi blinked, unsure if he’s heard that right. He was just about to open his mouth and ask him to repeat it when Kaito leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on Kokichi’s shoulder, one of his hands reaching out to brush aside a few stray petals that fell on their smaller boyfriend’s forehead.

Shuichi blinked again, slowly, the sight before him slowly registering in his still hazy-with-sleep brain.

Kokichi was laying on his side, lips parted slightly and quiet, barely audible snores escaping his mouth every now and then. Nothing unusual, considering that it was the middle of the night and the previous day proved to be quite exhausting. What was unusual, however, was the flower crown made of blue hyacinths and gardenias that was wrapped loosely around his head, petals intertwined together and resting gently against a mess of dark hair.   

“Oh.”

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