Liv I Have A Question About Ur Dear Suna,, In Most Fics He's Smoking A Juul/cigarette So Does He Ever

sending so much love to everyone who feels like they’re never chosen as the best friend, as the partner, as the favorite. sending love to all of you who have been treated and felt like second best. sending love to all of you who have felt rejected and unwanted. to all of you who have had to try really hard to fit in because you felt like you never will. 

you are so loved. you will be seen and heard by the right people. you can trust that you are valuable and not defined by other people’s perceptions of you. if someone doesn’t see your worth, it doesn’t mean it isn’t there.

tempted to take a nap

do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.

hey if you died right now whats your ghost outfit you cant change it be honest

hq boys post wisdom teeth extraction

tags: fluff, soft boyfies lol

kuroo tetsurou wakes up and immediately the first thing he tells the professionals around him is that he wants to see his girlfriend because he knows you’re waiting for him and “i love her so much 🥺🥰" he says it a few more times and everyone laughs at how doped up he is both from the drugs and you. when you walk in to take notes on how to take care of him afterwards, he just stares at you as he holds you hand with the SOFTEST LOOK on his face like 🥺😍☺️❤️💕💖💝🥺🥰💖💝☺️

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i’m like black plus blue glitter if that makes sense.

Fill-a-Page February day 23!

I was in a Kuroo kind of mood today. His hair is such a disaster zone omg.

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CARVE YOUR NAME INTO MY BEDPOST

cw: AFAB!reader, fingering and oral sex, reader referred to as ‘brave girl’ once, first time hookup vibes when you are nervous and excited and curious and blushing WOOOO, kuroo is service dom king core, slight religious themes if you squint

Kuroo has wanted you for as long as he can remember, since before he even knew what wanting felt like. 

You’d met back in your high school days, and between your quick wits and his know-it-all persona, the dynamic was magnetic. It was always so natural with you, even with his heart beating a mile a minute and his palms sweating against the denim of his jeans. 

The two of you were always a special kind of exception for one another. Friends, always, but with something more buzzing beneath the surface. The constant craving for something out of reach, something thought to be intangible. 

He’s felt it since the very moment he laid eyes on you, but he’d told himself you didn’t—and with that, he left his pride heavy, but intact, in his throat. 

Which is why he can’t believe he’s actually here—with you splayed out across his bed like an angel of temptation in the garden of Eden. Your skin is softer than he ever imagined, your tiny whines more angelic than any prayer he could’ve hummed in church. 

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