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chlo-le-mouton · 6 days
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Something that could make me cry is that I'm finally free from bras and now i'm so unused to wear them that they make me feel awful AND I've finally regained enough confidence to wear crop tops, something I've always wanted to do, but I still can't because my boob shape and size makes them look weird on me, and that's when they're not juste hanging out everytime I lift my arms
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paradoxbeta · 7 days
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i knew my fixation was bad but i didn't know it was "having cryptic dreams about the ancients" bad
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milesworld96 · 10 days
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I get to have an Aardwolf AND an African Wild dog in mc? Yeah, this is the only thing I care about
fuck EVERY other mob in that bitch
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Murder kitty quivers before her
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sashimiyas · 12 days
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cw: gen snippet about the twins; angst
osamu’s in tokyo sleeping on a decade old futon in someone else’s living room. akaashi’s living room.
on the first day, osamu was told that his new bed for the next month was from akaashi’s college days. his impromptu move in finally convinced the editor to purchase a new medium for sleeping. though with osamu’s curious peeping around his doorframe, it looks much less like an upgrade and more like a lateral move.
akaashi’s still out, hardly home, and probably why he was so willing to accept osamu’s residence. that, and because he knows that osamu’s presence means a rumored tokyo location may be in motion.
which is true. it is the reason why osamu is here, but it’s only a week in and though the cook turned entrepreneur has walked many difficult roads in his past, these tokyo ones has osamu with an eye constantly over his shoulder.
he feels out of depth for the very first time, lost despite himself. he never realized how much he’d relied on his community, of the regulars ingrained in his life as much as the grains that have stained his fingers. of jiji and his taiyaki. of the dinging bell of the students who bike past his shop every afternoon. even the sun rises different among the large buildings.
there’s little in akaashi’s home to entertain him. only cartons of cigarettes and books from countries that osamu can hardly pronounce. the man hardly has a working fridge though akaashi is never home enough to even file a complaint to his landlord about it.
osamu sits idly with his back against the wall. he stares ahead of him at a bookshelf that is topped with two small trophies and a couple of picture frames. bokuto is in 90% of them and is probably the brightest thing in akaashi’s home. as dismal as it is, that’s hardly saying anything.
and so osamu dials the closest thing he has to home. atsumu answers immediately.
the sound of his voice has osamu immediately sitting up straight, tucking his legs beneath him. it’s been a while since he’d spoken to his brother. many calls had been left unanswered and unreturned. even this new turning point in his life had began without him. which osamu was fine with despite disappointment.
however, osamu can already tell that something is off just by his brother’s first breath before greeting. the man prides himself with a good nose, smelling the transformation of aromatics seconds before it happens.
“what’s up with ya?”
atsumu’s response confirms his suspicions, “nothing!”
an attack like that is usually met with an equally aggressive quip. osamu already feels like he’s losing his brother. the realization coupled with the isolation he’s been facing in tokyo fills osamu with dread. his stomach is heavy and he wants to expel the feeling by throwing up.
“ya ain’t been right. something up ya ass or what?”
it’s a cheap shot but it’s a desperate attempt to find something that atsumu can respond candidly to.
“fuck outta here! the hell ya want, samu? ya call me up just to talk shit?”
“course, it’s what we always do.”
atsumu’s silence hurts more than verbalizing the reminder.
“i ain’t got time for that right now.”
osamu’s mind blanks for a moment. they had accepted distance. but time? atsumu’s time had always been his and vice versa. they came into this world together, pressed against their mother’s bosom in tandem. every second has been lived twice between the both of them.
and then osamu’s angry.
“what?” he grips his phone tight into his fist, “ya think ya better than me?”
“no!”
“what about ma? ya ain’t got time for ma?”
“what?! no!”
“ya think just because ya some big shot athlete that ya suddenly don’t have—“
“i ain’t a big shot!”
atsumu’s heaving through the phone and osamu can feel the air change yet again.
“i ain’t gonna have a job soon, samu! there’s a new hotshot setter about to graduate high school. they say even better than kageyama.”
the pieces slowly begin to fall into place. osamu’s breath stills but atsumu’s continues.
“and ya know i’ve never been able to beat kageyama.”
“don’t—“
“shut up samu. i know how it is. im a setter and ya know there’s only one of us on the court. i became one because ya wanted to be a hitter and i knew id always have ya to set to. but…”
osamu wishes he brother wouldn’t say it. but they’re both mean. they both say words that are meant to hurt.
“but ya dont need me and i need to find someone else to set to. so yeah, i ain’t got time right now for bullshit, samu.”
and they both never know how to say what they truly feel. because how, after all of this, can osamu admit that he does need his brother right now?
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cometchasr · 15 days
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pmddiners lack of media literacy is fucking killing me. if the pokemon and the human are equally sapient and can communicate then they can fuck ok?? they are capable of giving consent they are capable of everything stop this stop it its fucking ridiculous. they are literally the same as 2 humans
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allastoredeer · 17 days
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This message is long overdue but oh my god, i adore your writing so much? The way your characters are written, every single one feels so authentic, even if they’re just appearing for a couple of lines?
The plot and relationship buildup, and the humor, oh my god the humor?? ON POINT.
When I say I refresh your fic everyday to check for an update, im not joking. Your fic carried me through my exam season, and just?? i can’t even put it into words i just love it so much?? sending u hugs and kudos because u deserve it <3
You’re also one of the writers who inspired me to start writing my own fic and draw art again!! So a big thank you for that <3
I can’t wait to see your worldbuilding and the lore you come up with in action, I eat that shit UP it always feels so good and immersive, and just, yeah.
Thank you <3
- @loser-babey (because tumblr won’t let me ask from a sideblog)
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I've read this ask so many times T.T The way it makes my heart swell gaaaah thank you (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) I'm on my knees rn, sobbing in the club, gnawing on this. I'm so, so, so happy my writing can do that for you 🥺seriously, there are no words to describe it >.<
YES! Write! Draw! Create things! Love it when people create things, creating things is the best!
Hehehe I'm so excited to get into more of the nitty gritty of Hell. As far as I can, anyway, LOL. We only know so much about Vivziepops world, and I'm not exactly caught up in my Bible lore, so I'll be taking a lot of creative liberties LMAO.
But thank you for this! Seriously, asks like these just dfgdf;kgns;dkn I don't have the words to describe just how much they help. They mean the world to me, so thank you <3 <3 <3 <3
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davidtennan-t · 19 days
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Earlier today, I opened up my emails and smiled so brightly my entire family noticed and asked what had made me smile and I dead ass had to think of a lie on the spot because I couldn’t tell them I had an email from A03 saying ‘How to Domesticate a Time Lord‘ had been updated
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karasukarei · 22 days
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THEY'RE REALLY MAKING HAIR ACCESSORIES AND KANZASHI
Goodbye wallet it was nice knowing you.
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always-coffee · 23 days
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"Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and being alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You have to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes too near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could."
~Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum
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ghostwithflesh · 27 days
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Toast & Pickle. 2024
My beloved did this a few days ago and I can't stop thinking about it.
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starlooove · 29 days
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Also about the Duke holding himself to higher standards thing something about the black boy being unable to afford slacking off in a way is peers are allowed to/are comfortable with? At least to himself? Cmon….
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kulemii · 1 month
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just out here changing major kenjiro details hoping no one will notice the difference
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caught-a-ghost · 1 month
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if they actually make this deal with midjourney, like, that's it. it'll be over for me here. i won't stay for that.
but, man, i've been here 12 years. where the fuck am i supposed to go.
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psalm40speakstome · 1 month
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“You don't have to listen to them, you know?”
All the…noise…in your head. I've started to realize recently it's...not always the truth.” Up Here.
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cuteteacakes · 2 months
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Do I indulge my inner Yuuri and get the sexy version of the pillow cover for Viktor? I have both versions for Yuuri but only the decent one for Viktor, and I happened to find one being sold.....
this one :3c
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