SWIPE TO SEE THE AOMINE VS KAGAMI POLL RESULTS! ❤️
My boy Daiki won, I'm unbelievably happy because he's just the world hheh :')
I've been binging knb after all my revision each night and omg, I love it so so so so much. It's perfect and ahhh I need more knb in my life. 💙
NEXT POLL IS KUROKO VS AKASHI AS SOMEONE REQUESTED!
#QOTD : Do you like snow?
#AOTD : Yup! Its supposed to snow tomorrow and I'm excited!
Dentiste pour loulou ce matin. Le pauvre , c etait bon a faire. Il devait avoir trop mal le dentiste a dit. Tout est rentre dans l ordre. Rhooo ses joues etaient toutes irtitees. 😧😟#Takao#dentiste#lepauvre #😧
I'm gonna make a Christmas Icon soon! 💓
Have a wonderful Saturday everybody!
Дорогие друзья! Сеть клубных ресторанов Такао приглашает всех встретить Новый год в атмосфере волшебства под радостный звон бокалов!
В программе всех ресторанов костюмированные вечеринки, шампанское, конкурсы, зажигательные танцы, бой курантов и раздача подарков! И какой Новый год без Деда мороза со снегурочкой?! .
Невский, 106: "Алиса в стране чудес"; Большевиков,8: "Цирк"
Ветеранов, 105: "Маскарад" .
Билеты от 3000р. приобретайте у администратора ресторанов.
Поздравляем победителей конкурса от Sweet Haze! .
Для получения выигрыша, нужно будет показать свое фото-победителя парням в футболке Sweet haze в любом ресторане, кроме Славы, 50. .
Всем спасибо за участие, ждем всех а Такао!
Blue skies— a picturesque spring, encasing the school gardens in an alluring hue that gracefully hung over the flowers dancing with the leaves. Blue. Not a silhouette otherwise, but all this blue just stitched me with a heartfelt fury. That dork. Not that I didn't expect this. How many times....he won't practice, I told them, even if I dragged him there myself; the expressions they carried, however, were resolute down to their skin, all becoming evanescent into one body. A team. He wasn't apart of that now.
Momoi mentioned his smile, something foreign; unrecognizable; incoherent in nature. Maybe playing again would give him that, and even if I had to yell at him or chase him down every single evening of every single day... in a bitter icy wind, or a sempiternal downpour, or a glacial, gelid breeze, I'd do it for that.
Reaching the staircase, every elevation added to my reason exponentially, and my pace quickened until I reached the door that connected the ladder to the upper roof where that dork was sleeping. Passing through, the wind traced through my hair, a chill fluttered over my skin, dampening as my hand made contact with the cold, metallic bars. A sigh escaped me that rode away with the wind, my eyes lifting over the floor with a tired ache, to a broken sunlight beneath the storm.
Resting, his sleeping figure. My features softened for a moment, before I focused my gaze upon the gravure book laying over this tanned face.
"Hey, Daiki, get up...." I growled slightly, deplored eyes fixated on his magazine; I was nothing like those girls, I studied talent over looks — though that part he liked I couldn't change — and a pit nested in my stomach that I couldn't elaborate further on, only that it was an entirely different conversation: irrelevant.
Daiki fumbled, a groan escaping his thoat, "Oi..." He began, a hand moving to lift the magazine up so his melancholy gaze could attach to my unimpressed figure. "What?" he questioned, pulling it off of his face to a plain expression, succeeded by a mutter as he stirred, pulling himself up to rest on his hands.
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