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aizayawa · 1 hour
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more sketchbook weeds
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aizayawa · 4 hours
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It’s so rare to find people with good intentions towards you.
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aizayawa · 6 hours
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today on neat hozier retweets: disappearing birds!
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aizayawa · 7 hours
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We need more x chubby readers
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aizayawa · 9 hours
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aizayawa · 10 hours
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arrival at shibuya
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aizayawa · 11 hours
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幸せな冬の世界線
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aizayawa · 11 hours
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Even if you feel like you have only survived this year, it’s still a hell of an accomplishment. I’m glad you made it through the end. I hope the next year will be kinder, softer, and that you’ll get to do more than survive. I hope you live the life you wish to live, I hope you thrive, and find some peaceful stability. I’m proud of you for surviving everything you faced this year. It’s not an easy thing to do, sometimes all our energy goes to trying to survive and we might feel like we haven’t had time to do what we actually wanted to, and that’s incredibly unfair. But it doesn’t mean you didn’t do anything important this year, because surviving isn’t a waste of time, it is an achievement to manage so many problems. It’s good that you tried to cope with what life threw at you. These things brought you here, and I’m proud of you. I hope next year will be better for us 🩵
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aizayawa · 11 hours
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Gojo Satoru ✰青のすみか
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aizayawa · 11 hours
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you didn’t mean to buy so many groceries. your favorite snack happened to be on sale. and it’s paycheck day so the novelty notebook you’d been eyeing for the past month finally was worth splurging on.
“let me hold it for ya,” osamu says when you hitch the overflowing paper bag up to press it closer to your chest with both arms.
also in the condiment aisle, right next to the fruit spreads, was actually your neighbor, osamu.
you consider, glancing to his right hand that has a single knob of ginger for some marinade he’s prepared for the night and the quickly think against it.
“i’ve got it.”
catching him at the konbini at the corner of your apartments is no surprise. you’d crossed paths many times. it’s a watering hole, an intermediary through the routines of your days what with the way the clerk greets you both by name.
it’s only this time, when osamu finds out that you’re headed home just like he, does he insist you walk together.
osamu’s no harmful neighbor. in fact, he’s one of your more favorable ones even if he does have a tendency to slam his doors and cabinets a little too loudly. he’s also knocked on your door to check in on you when you accidentally left your key in the lock. and one time, when he heard wind that you were sick, most likely from the same konbini clerk from earlier, he dropped off a flavorless soup “chock full of nutrients” according to him. if you noticed that the cabinets within his home slammed less during the days of your recovery, that could attributed to the brain fog of your sickness feeding any sort of delusions it could find.
your delusions are no picky eater, feeding off of whatever meager crumbs it can. so really, the walk home together is enough.
osamu truly is no harmful neighbor. but, you’re finding out, he is quite insistent.
“gimme that.”
osamu all but plucks the bag from your arms. he lifts it up with one hand and places the contents of his plastic bag right on top. it’s almost comical how he handles it so easily with a single grip when it took all your strength to carry the bag home.
“hey!” you’re already reaching for it back but osamu twists at the waist and uses his free hand to push you away.
“just say thank ya.”
he doesn’t stop in his step, ignoring you and keeping pace back to the apartment complex. it’s clear in his demeanor that he has no plans in giving you back your bag. so you relinquish by running back to his side and falling into step with him.
it feels too much like losing so you just mumble, “thank you.”
the man beside you doesn’t acknowledge your gratitude. he only walks forward and so do you. you’re keen on avoiding his gaze and have no intention of filling the silence, only focused on placing one foot in front of the next.
if you had looked up, you would have noticed osamu’s eyes locked on your hand, the one besides his. you’d probably have recognized that gaze, a quiet and thoughtful kind, the one he has when he watches a new customer try the food he’s made. you’d have prompted him to speak because, despite his uninhibited mouth, he leaves many things unsaid.
you would have noticed the way his hand drifted towards yours, the pinch in his eyebrow as he contemplated his actions and the hesitation in his fingers as he reached out for you, and the solid shake of his head as he threw it all out the window and winded his fingers with yours.
you jump. of course you do. but osamu’s holds you steady in his grip.
and when you look at him, his expression is just as genuine as his words.
“your hand was empty.”
and that’s all it really took.
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aizayawa · 12 hours
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rich people are so boring. Private jets for intra-US travel? if i was a multimillionaire I’d have my own old timey gilded train car and take my sweet ass time going everywhere. sorry, you won’t see my ass for 5-7 business days while I’m going through the mountains with no cell service but a well paid private chef that specializes in gluten free cuisine, bye
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aizayawa · 12 hours
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Idk why I put so much effort in drawing a man that clearly hasn’t showered in days 😭😭 but he’s my pretty babygirl ✨✨
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aizayawa · 12 hours
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Alucard By Lee Wagner
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aizayawa · 12 hours
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This bloodbath has gone on for far too long. At the start of this aggression, the school year had barely just started. The academic year ends in just a month. Everyone, from first graders to university seniors, have lost an entire year at least. I say at least considering even if there is a ceasefire today, Israel had destroyed literally all universities in Gaza and damaged over 400 schools. Lest we forget also Israel's deliberate targeting of university professors and academics.
You absolutely cannot mistake the intent behind all of this.
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aizayawa · 12 hours
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more chilchuck and da kids
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aizayawa · 12 hours
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I promise I was drawing this before the news came out, lol! Ah, I was just thinking about how much I love them again ;; Sad about the movie, but, the fandom will continue! Anyway, this will be a gold foil standee and I'll hopefully have it available in a few months! <3
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aizayawa · 13 hours
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Till death do us part? Yea no you’re not getting out of this that easily
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