So Many Thoughts - Blog Posts

Thinking aloud here;

This isn’t me saying you shouldn’t ship soukoku (or literally any other ship) because idc do what you want. There’s nothing wrong with shipping.

But I think everyone should forget about the romantics and just acknowledge the bond characters like Dazai and Chuuya have, without boiling it down to romantic (or sexual) attraction to one another.

Just for yourself to think about.

Regardless of what anyone else’s opinion is.

I just find that aspect kind of beautiful in itself.

And I think more people should recognise that as well.

My mind is racing rn… Chongqiu are on my mind and making me insane. Thinking about their love; how much they love each other, how they love each other, the way they make each other feel in every sense of the word, the way they think about each other - sporadic thoughts, their minds are fill with one another…. just.. so, SO much love.. there’s so much love between them….

I’ve got so many emotions post-AOT/SNK. I miss everyone who didn’t make it, I look at the survivors and I can see who should have been there too. But at the end of it all, I’m overjoyed that there are survivors, I’m overjoyed that this wonderful thing Isayama made had a hopeful end. While there are things I wish I could change, I’m overjoyed that we get to see this. Thank you.

Every couple has their own little traditions. The little things that you do for each other on specific occasions. Cute things special for a couple to do together.

You and Suguru have a tradition too- you fuck after every concert. It had been completely unintentional until Suguru had joked about how you both couldn’t keep your hands off each other after concerts.

The high of the crowds, blasting music and sweat had you needy for him and Suguru couldn’t help but want to see you under him after getting all that attention from your adoring fans. So you both had made it an official tradition.

Most of the time you both made it to your hotel room or the car before it happened. But tonight was different, you needed Suguru now and he would never deny you anything.

Pulling him by the collar into an empty room you kiss him like you didn’t need to breathe. His hands roamed your body as he angles you how he wants you. Suguru wastes no time in hiking up your skirt and making out with your dripping cunt.

It felt so good, so right to have him there and so much that you didn’t hear the door open.

Throwing your head back and moaning you see him out of the corner of your eye. A lanky, white haired man was standing in the doorway of the room you two had stumbled into staring at the two of you. His face is a shade of red you have never seen before.

“It looks like we have company- Sugu-”

Do you ever feel like bleak and just so fucking tired and rundown and idk… cynical? Maybe defeated is the right word? By the world, so much so that you wish you could shut your eyes and yell “lalalalalala I can’t hear you!!!!” Like you’re 6 years old again and your little brother is trying to tell you that mom said it’s his turn to swing on the swing? And then you see something. And it reminds you that complacency is guilt, even support, in the face of evil. And your thrust back into the world, but you don’t know how to do anything to help and even when you so it doesn’t seem like enough and it doesn’t feel like it matters and you just wanna go back into the little room of pretty things and beautiful songs and ignore the secret outings raising money for “the cause” and- but you must keep going because you know deep down it’s the right thing to do even if you feel like Sisyphus and you feel like nothing will change and your scared and sore and tired and battered and bruised but timidly hopeful and determined and-

Idk.