guys, don’t flood the IR tag with these fandom-related posts

i… suggest you untag them

it’s only going to make everything worse (personal experience)

besides, it’s okay

let’s not worry about the hate anymore

• 500 chapters and orihime is still the only character to be in love with ichigo
• kubo keeps reminding us about it and has been developing her feelings thoroughly

so it’s “only” half-canon but

• ichigo cares a freaking lot about orihime too
• he is not romantically involved with/interested in anyone atm

and

• ichihime would have no negative influences on the story or other characters because
• nobody would be heartbroken thus sparing us the typical shoujo drama shit and keeping it all shounen-ish and bleach-ish like kubo wishes (“this isn’t a romance manga” when asked about love triangles in his bleach)

so… yep. i’m confidently rooting for this ship.

purpurastar:

xxwijaxx:

inoue-orihime:

death-and-strawberry:

Guilt. At this moment, all he felt utterly guilty. Guilty for making her cry, for making her hurt. Guilt for pulling her through all this and then rejecting her— she didn’t deserve this at all. He truly felt like the lowest of the low for what had just transpired, but it didn’t matter how bad he felt. No, he was certain that Orihime was worse off than he was. His role in this situation was simple: just listen. She, however, had to work up the courage to reveal a secret like that to him, expect rejection, and then hear it from the very person she cares about. In addition to his nerves getting the best of him, not wanting to expose her to this kind of sadness and disappointment may have been a subconscious reason for him being so dodgy with her before all this. It didn’t matter now though. The damage was already done.

The expression on Orihime’s face was one that Ichigo wished he would have never caused. Since he was young, he had dedicated his life to protecting everyone he cared about. Now, here he was, doing just the opposite. In the short time he had been before her, he had effectively brought her from her highest to her lowest with only a few words. On top of it all, she thanked him, said he was kind and reassured him that she didn’t see him in a different light. She was even able to muster a smile, regardless of everything. 

He just hung his head, not confirming or responding to what she just said. At the moment, Ichigo didn’t believe he deserve to be smiled at or thanked. But there was something in him that felt somewhat better— having her still be as nice as she was to him was comforting. What occurred today was going cause some difficult times in the future, but that wouldn’t be too terrible. After all, Orihime was right: they would still be friends. That was something worth making him feel better about himself and the situation. So he did his best to bring a smile to his own face, though seemingly happier, still shadowed how he truly felt.

“…Yeah, we are still friends, aren’t we?” he responded finally, attempting to use a more positive tone. “And…thank you for telling me everything. I really do appreciate it, Inoue.” A quick look around and he realized how dark it had gotten in a short period of time. “It’s starting to get kind of late…want me to walk you home?”

A lot of people tended to underestimate Orihime on several levels. Despite her ditzy antics, the redhead had a keen intellect. Despite the fact that she was prone to tears more often than her comrades, it in no way meant that she was at all a weak person. And despite the fact that on any other given day, she would have very much liked for Ichigo to accompany her, the healer couldn’t find it in her to accept his offer.She was, for lack of a better word, deeply hurt. If not by Ichigo’s blatant rejection, then by the fact that she’d hurt him. It didn’t take much for her to notice his obvious pained expression, or the way he’d tried to hide behind that false smile of his that was so ill-suited to him. Really, he’d been more than kind enough to listen to her selfish assertion as it were. He didn’t need to go out of his way just because she’d been hurt by him. Orihime was a strong girl; and though she knew for a fact that her feelings still remained for Ichigo, she wouldn’t do a single thing to further act upon them. The healer had already done enough damage.

“I think that I’ll aah—…” she hesitated, her voice trembling as she fought to keep herself under control. “—Take a rain check.” she finished solemnly. Despite herself, the healer mustered a false smile; her expression awash with sadness. ”…—K-Kurosaki-kun, I just aah—” she paused, unsure if she should continue or not. “…Thank you. F-For uhm… listening to me.”

“And it m-may be selfish of me to ask, but—” she couldn’t help it, her voice broke. Clutching her hands to her chest, the healer swallowed thickly, willing herself not to let out a single tear until she was at least out of his sight. “I’ll be …okay, so… please don’t be sad. —B-Because I… —Because it hurts to see you sad, —but what hurts more is to see you trying to pretend everything’s okay by smiling and I just— …you don’t have to do that because of me.”

“I’ll be all right, so—” she bit her lower lip, as it quivered, raising a hand to shield her face from his probing gaze. If he saw her cry now, he words would be wasted. “I-I’ll—” she murmured, her voice breaking a tiny bit despite being muffled my her hand. “…I’ll see you later.”

And without wasting another second, the healer promptly turned on her heel and ran. She squeezed her eyes closed, making a vain attempt to will away the tears that threatened to spring forth. All she could focus on at the moment was to leave as soon as she could. If Orihime hadn’t been there, Ichigo wouldn’t have gotten so hurt and she wouldn’t be the one responsible for it either. So all she had to do was leave; go home. If she got out of his sight, stopped being a reminder of how she’d been hurt by him, then he’d stop hurting as well, right?

“I’m such an idiot—”

She’d never remembered being more upset with herself in her whole life.

you guys, are the epitome of perfection. it hurts, but your RPs are just…the BEST ; u;

THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING

hnnnngh i love orihime so freaking much

i mean just look at my precious baby she’s so sweet and beautiful and adorable and and and akjfdskdfsd

but then i also love ichigo to death

all the perfection, hotness and dorkiness combined in this sexy piece of man ink paper meat

i just don’t know who to call my favourite bleach character UGH

not to mention…

i’m afraid i’m actually causing more drama with this confession blog

i’m sorry

i’m just the kind of person who cannot stand other people’s malice

even more so with the ichihime confession blog because i really DID try to avoid shit like this (with the strict rules & the sometimes rude pleas to stay away from it)

now that i actually started blocking people, you won’t see this crap again soon

purpurastar:

inoue-orihime:

death-and-strawberry:

He slowly made himself turn around as she began to explain everything to him. It was incredibly difficult to just stand there as Orihime laid everything for him, despite how strenuous and painful it was. Ichigo was positive that they both knew how this whole situation would turn out, yet she still took the time to answer his question. They knew how it would all end, yet he still found himself asking her to explain. Every single thing he heard her say about him far exceeded how he saw himself, and he would have found it more endearing if it wasn’t hurting speak such kind words right now. In Ichigo’s mind, he believed he was causing it all, and honestly, he was. 

“Listen, Inoue,” he began, his voice giving away his regretful feeling of putting her through the sadness he caused. “I won’t tell you not to cry. I know that sometimes we all need to. But I will tell you not to feel disgusted with yourself. I really am relieved to know that my mask doesn’t scare you anymore, but you had every right to be afraid when I put it on. There were times when I was even afraid of using that power myself. There was always a risk of me losing myself, and even though I was scared, I was determined to protect everyone more. I had already made up in my mind that I would use that power, no matter how much I wanted to reject it. As long as I could keep everyone safe, I would use it. Even…Even if it meant turning into that monster…” He paused, looking over at Orihime, then quickly averting his gaze.

“…Thank you.” he said a bit louder, glancing back at Orihime once more. “I’m grateful that you chose me of all people to feel that way for, and I feel fortunate to know that someone as good-hearted and kind as you to care about me to that extent. How you wouldn’t care if I looked different and how you care about my soul— I really don’t deserve your kind words, but I…I’m glad someone like you said them.” He sighed quietly as he prepared himself for what he had to say next. It didn’t matter that the two knew what was coming, it had to be said.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t feel the same way.” Those were felt like they were painful dragged out of him, but he knew that Orihime felt far worse than him. “I wish I didn’t have to put you through all this and end this on a happier note, but I’m not the kind of guy who could feign emotions like that. But you know that. You knew that this would happen and you pressed on regardless. I knew and yet I still had to say all this.”

“I’m sorry, Inoue…I really am.”

A long silence fell between the two of them as she awaited his answer patiently, her large eyes brimming with tears that she desperately hoped wouldn’t fall. It was a vain hope; after opening up like that and knowing the outcome beforehand, there wasn’t any way she’d be able to escape without getting hurt. After he’d finished, she had a difficult time in trying to find her voice again. Almost as if a weight had been pressing down on her chest, she took a shaky breath. In, out, in, out.

Why’d it have to be like this? She knew what’d he’d say, and she had come to terms with it a long while ago— or so she’d thought. Ever since that day, when she’d so carelessly blabbed about her most-guarded secret, she’d been imagining this scene over and over in her mind. Orihime had known full well that she’d be rejected, but she never imagined that it would hurt so much. If anything, the pangs of sadness she felt could be viewed as an affirmation of how she truly felt about him— but at the current moment, she hardly had it in her to muster any optimism.

What’s more, she couldn’t even bring herself to look at him, even as she made a vigorous attempt to wipe her eyes free of tears.

“I know,” she said helplessly, her trembling voice barely above a whisper. “I know, Kurosaki-kun —y-you don’t need to apologize…” Moving her hand to muffle a sob that suddenly threatened to break through, the healer paused to try and get ahold of herself. “S-Sorry,” she muttered. “Even though I knew what you’d say already, I still— am—” She clutched both of her hands to her chest protectively, at last chancing to meet Ichigo’s gaze. But the sight she was met with surprised her somewhat. Sure, she’d sensed the pain in his voice as well— but she never expected to see him so agonized over it. And in an instant, she’d been hit with a wave of remorse for her actions; could it really have been her fault to cause him to look so distraught?

And despite whatever she felt at the moment, that tender nature of hers couldn’t help but make her want to offer him some sort of comfort. Orihime had never been one to tolerate seeing Ichigo in pain, and she’d do anything she possibly could to fix her mistake.

“Just know that I— …don’t think bad of you.” she said after a moment. “…—Okay? If all else fails… we’re still friends, Kurosaki-kun, s-so—”

“Thank you for listening.” she finally finished, a tiny smile finding its way to her face in spite of herself. “…You really are kind.”

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME

before i see more people mocking the ichihime fandom for liking the fact that orihime could sit on ichigo’s bed and/or finding it shippy, let me explain some things.

yes, all the shinigami were sitting on ichigo’s bed in this panel and he didn’t say anything about it. because he had already told rukia to get off his bed before…

…but dropped the matter before the others arrived, deciding to get down to some business.

rukia is closer to ichigo than all the other shinigami, if he didn’t want rukia to sit on his bed then it’s only obvious that he wasn’t pleased about the other shinigami sitting on his bed, either. logic, guys.

the reason why we thought that orihime sitting on ichigo’s bed (300 chapters after the scene above) was particular was because we had seen ichigo being not very keen on people being on his bed a very few chapters before.

so we know for a fact that ichigo doesn’t enjoy having people on his bed. in fact, all his friends sit on the floor…

…except for orihime (on this occasion), without any complaint.

period. that’s all there is to it. ichihime fans liked and discussed this and if you have a problem with it then you need to inform yourself about what a “shipping fandom”, such as the ichihime fandom, is. NOW GTFO OF THE ICHIHIME FANDOM.

OH MY GOD STOP IT

I CAN’T HANDLE ALL THIS PERFECTION