Do You Ever Get So Silly That You Get Silly

✨soft asks✨

What song makes you feel better?

What is your go to comfort show?

Reading or writing? Why?

Whats your favorite feeling?

How do you like to take care of yourself?

What’s your favorite candle scent?

Who do you feel most like yourself around?

Whats a fabric/texture that’s nostalgic for you?

Best childhood moment?

When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? (or just felt really good afterwards)

Do you have a comfort item? Tell us about it!

What calms you down?

Bath or shower to relax?

Whats something upcoming that you’re excited for?

Comfort food?

What’s something you want to create soon?

How do you feel best loved?

What age in life do you think you’ll feel most yourself at?

Have you ever written or received a love letter?

Tell us about a memory you hold close to your heart.

Tea, Coffee, or hot cocoa?

Name of your favorite playlist?

Have you ever received flowers?

Who is your bestfriend?

If your soul was a color, what would it be?

If you could live anywhere with anyone you want, where would it be and who would you bring?

Do you like to garden? Have you ever grown something?

What are you proudest of?

Are you a kind person?

What do your hobbies look like?

stability

dont linger

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guess who’s playing adwd instead of working on the next l.o.v.e chapter???

me.

i am ashamed.

haiii twinn ily 🫶🏼

i mean that’s very real js look at him😻🫶😽💋🤩

he’s so wife 🤭😋

reblog to headpat the one you reblogued from!!

chat do either of these people end up kissing yes or no?

L.O.V.E

🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau

a strangers/online friends to lovers university au

masterlist / your voice is my safe space / new character unlocked

main menu;

level four; your voice is my safe space

cw; brief mentions and descriptions of domestic violence and child abuse, enji is a horrible parent, descriptions of a panic attack, mentions of familial death, mentions of grief and feelings of guilt, very brief mention on shigs scratching habit, i believe that is all, bit of a longer written part this time, texts between shigs and dabi at the end

barely two feet passed the threshold of the door, the air was palpable and tomura shigaraki could feel the tension in the apartment. he wasn’t sure what to expect, but as his eyes found the two figures sitting on the couch, he knew it wasn’t good. with a heavy sigh, he closed the door behind him and prepared himself for what he was about to hear.

shoto todoroki, touya’s younger brother, sat quietly on the living room couch eating cold soba and watching tv, while his brother stood in the kitchen talking with his two roommates.

“mom invited us to lunch today, so yumi picked me up and we went to the house together. it was going good for the most part, tense but when isn’t it.” dabi leaned his back against the sink, using the position to peer towards the living room and have a view of shoto.

“it all went bad pretty quick when lunch was over. enji went to his study after the meal was over, mom was cleaning up, yumi and natsu were on the couch with sho and i stepped out for a smoke. i was only outside for about five minutes when i heard a crash.” touya’s eyes skimmed over to shoto who was invested in whatever shitty tv show spinner put on, before taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly.

“apparently mom dropped a glass while cleaning up in the kitchen, and enji heard it, he was pissed. came storming into the kitchen, when i walked in-” dabi’s voice catches in a way shigs and spinner have only heard once before. for just a split second, touya is back to being the ten year old scared little kid who confessed to his friends that his father hurts them. the them in question being his mom, his siblings, and himself.

shigs feels his heart ache for his best friend while spinner reaches a hand out to rest on dabi’s shoulder, a silent reminder that he’s no longer in that place. that he’s made it out and is safe now, touya feels his body sag against the counter and looks to his youngest brother again. so young and so traumatized, touya failed him as a brother.

“when i walked in, mom was on the floor, blood dripping from her hands where a shard of glass was embedded in her palm, her cheek was red from where he slapped her and her lip was bleeding too. there were little cuts on her cheek from where his nails caught the skin and her eyebrow was bleeding.” he takes another breath, his cerulean eyes hardening with anger as he looks at shoto again. no, he’s not going to fail him, he got him out of there and he’ll do everything he can to protect his brother.

“i saw red, my body heat rose with the anger i was feeling and i hit him. i just kept hitting him while yumi got mom and shoto out of the house. i-i think i would have killed him if natsu didn’t pull me off. yumi took mom to the hospital, and i brought sho here, natsu said he’d grab somethings from sho’s room and bring them here after he went to the hospital to see how mom was doing.” touya finishes explaining and the three sit in silence while the television plays softly in the background.

“how is your mom?” spinner speaks up and dabi shrugs looking at his feet.

“she’s got stitches on her palm and her thigh, apparently she landed pretty hard on the glass when she fell after he hit her. the doctor’s say she has a concussion from hitting her head on the counter as she fell. they filed a police report for domestic violence, the cops plan on going to question him later. natsu and yumi said they’d cover for me if the police ask. kenzie says she’ll take shoto if i get arrested.” the sound of footsteps is heard as shoto walks into the kitchen.

“what’s up shoto?” shigs speaks for the first time since arriving at home.

“i’m tired.” is all the small twelve year old child says. the three adults look at each other before touya sighs.

“you can sleep in my room. you might have some pajamas from the last time you stayed over in my bottom drawer.” touya says, shoto nods before turning and leaving the kitchen, making his way down the hall to his brother's room.

“any other news?” spinner leans his own body against the wall, touya still against the counter and shigs in the middle of the two.

“my grandma died.” he speaks so plainly, that anybody who didn’t know him would think shigs didn’t care. those closest to him knew how much he loved his grandmother and the way his vermillion eyes began to mist, showed just how devastated he was.

as the three stand in the kitchen, the silence that befalls them is very telling. only one question remains, though none of them voice it, they all know what it is.

what happens now?

a few hours have passed since the three left the kitchen after their conversation, kenzie came over shortly after shoto went to bed and has been with touya in the living room. the time is now 8:45pm. shigs’ room is silent as he lays on his back in bed staring at the ceiling, the led lights are blue and dimmed low, encasing the room in a soft glow.

his phone rests on his chest, discord opened to her name. the last message shows her saying he could call her anytime, he sighs deeply, why was he so nervous to call her? he’s never had that problem before.

he doesn’t ponder for very long, his phone ringing disrupts his thoughts, and an unconscious smile spreads across his lips as her name lights up the screen with a voice call.

“hello?” he clears his throat after answering, voice hoarse after lying here silently for hours.

“hey.” she breathes out and shigs whole body tingles when the word reaches his ears. “i was worried about you.”

fuck, there’s that flutter in his chest again, he’d never get tired of hearing her speak to him.

“i’m okay.” he tries to sound convincing but he knows that he can’t hide anything from her.

“shiggy.” she speaks softly, the nickname falls from her lips so smoothly he believes that she was always meant to say it. “you know you can always talk to me.” she says it with such conviction and belief in her tone that he knows it’s true, even if his brain tries to convince him it’s not.

so with a sigh he begins telling her about the phone call he got earlier while out with his project partner, unbeknownst to either of them, that person was her. she listens silently, letting him open up at his own point, picking and choosing what he wants her to know.

he’s taking his time as he tells her about his relationship with his grandmother on his father’s side, a kind, passionate woman who spent her life helping anybody who needed it. nana shimura was his hero, not having been able to say goodbye leaves a heavy feeling of guilt in his chest.

the weight slowly grows bigger the more he talks, spreading from his chest, down his abdomen, out to his arms and legs, working its way up to his throat where words spill from his lips as his lungs grow tight. a feeling of drowning begins to overtake him as he struggles to breathe, each breath stuttering before being forcefully pulled out from his mouth.

his whole body feels heavy, words no longer leaving him as he fights back sobs and his fingers begin to tremble with the need to scratch at something, everything. just to feel anything other than this crushing feeling of helplessness, guilt, shame, anguish. his hands fly up to his throat, and his eyes snap shut tightly, as his fingers wrap around his neck and throat. nails clawing at the soft skin, he releases a breath. the feeling only worsens.

“shigaraki.”

 her firm but soft tone calls to him like a siren in the night and time slows.

“it’s okay.”

the sound that leaves him can only be described as the cry of a broken child.

“it’s okay, you can cry. you can scream, but don’t hold it in. let it out, for me please?” 

the tears are streaming faster than he can keep up, she’s silent as she waits for him. he’s not sure how long he cries for, but he knows she was there for all of it. speaking softly anytime he struggled to catch his breath, calming him down when he felt that weight of guilt again. 

the tears dry slowly and his breathing gets easier. his throat hurts and his mouth is dry, but he can hear her soft breathing on the other end of the phone and it brings him a sense of security he hasn’t had in a while. he feels complete with her, safe and at peace, almost like he’s home.

he stays silent for a while longer, just letting the last of the guilt and anxiety leave his body. she’s silent with him, just basking in his presence as he works through his grief. he takes one last deep inhale, holding it for five seconds before exhaling and letting his body relax.

“thank you.” the words come out raw and raspy from the dry soreness of his throat and it makes him wince.

“of course, shiggy.” there’s that nickname again and his breath hitches for an entirely different reason. “are you okay now?”

“as okay as i can be for now.” she giggles softly at that and it brings a small smile to his lips.

“are you tired?” a yawn follows her words, he chuckles. eyes glancing at the upper corner of his phone, the time reads 2:55am. wow, he hadn’t realized how long it’d been since she called.

“yeah, i am.” it’s her turn to laugh as a yawn leaves him.

“do you want to stay on call?” her words are slurred and her tone already sounds like she’s drifting. he merely hums in agreement.

“goodnight flowey.” his own eyes flutter close, and her response comes shortly after.

“goodnight shigs, i love you.” sleep takes them both right as the time strikes 3:00am, and her words fall on deaf ears, filling the air around them.

level four; your voice is my safe space completed!

one achievement unlocked; a confession?

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"Such a pretty bird."

top 3 musicals GO

alright the thing about this is that i’ve literally only seen or listened to like 4? (idk i could be wrong) musicals sooo

but i’ll rank my top 3 in the order i like them

1) Epic The Musical obviously (it’s literally my whole theme)

2) Six (the musical about King Henry VIII wives)

3) Hamilton