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i wish you guys could hear the noises i'm making. what the fuck is that thang

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Furudate sketch for Jump Festa 2025

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my beautiful king with autism I love you

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IM GOING INSANE SOMEONE WANTS SOMETHING????

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Actually the reason why we never saw Bobby and John interact is because Bobby would’ve beat the shit out of John on the spot.

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double trouuublee !!!

i posted this on insta a while ago so here. for the tumblr haikyuu kittens .

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a year in review but it’s all of my tobio arts of the year. happy birthday to my goat 🐐

i hope to draw you and your boyf many more times next year 🥳

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There’s a reason why we feel lonely even though we aren’t alone. It’s because loneliness is not about how many friends we have or how many people are in the room with us. It’s a disconnection from others. Being social doesn’t cure loneliness, loneliness comes when there is not a single person close enough to see past the illusion to who we really are and what we really feel inside.

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Fan park illustration by Furudate

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Just a reminder, this is how sam watches porn.

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(me, my parents, my sister, and the baby are sitting at the kitchen table eating lunch)

baby, pointing at the light fixture over the table and signing "on": o.*

my sister: we actually can't turn that light on right now, because the lightbulb inside is burnt out! it needs a new one.

baby: ighbu.

sister: yes, lightbulb! granddaddy said after we eat he's going to climb up there on a ladder and change it, and then the light will come on!

baby: gadada! adda, uuu! ighbu o!

sister: exactly!

baby, signing "on" and pointing at the light and then my dad, with increasing urgency: GADADA ADDA UUUU. O.

my sister: we're going to finish eating first though, ok?

baby: nonono. O. gadada adda uuu.

[a split second goes by]

baby, pointing to himself: ba. adda uuu. ighbu.

me: you're going to climb the ladder and change the lightbulb yourself?

baby: dzyeah. *pointing to the buckle where he is buckled into the high chair* ububu.

me: unbuckle you? so you can change the lightbulb?

baby, highly businesslike: dzyeah.

*pronounced like "on" without the n

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today's dinner

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baby crow all grown up 🐦‍⬛

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northern hemisphere babes we made it to the longest night of the year. we made it. for the next 6 months, every day will give us a little more daylight than the last. let's go. take my hand. climb out of the darkness with me

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the french beatles

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every night when oikawa and iwaizumi are in bed under the duvet, smelling of toothpaste and moisturizer, they always have their round of kisses. they're soft and slow, lips molding against each other again and again in a dance so uniquely theirs that they'll never know another quite like it.

tooru ends up resting against hajime, solid torso pressed to a broad chest, one long leg tangled between two. one hand, slender with neatly trimmed nails, strokes the hair at the nape of hajime’s neck. the other is lost against his sharp, strong jaw, setting the rhythm because of course he has to lead.

hajime, caught between the most beautiful man on the planet and pillows that smell like the damn expensive mint and ginger shampoo oikawa uses. his wandering hand, warm and steady, glides across tooru’s back like gentle ocean waves. the other rests, splayed open, against his thigh.

there are whispers between the kisses, sometimes a “we’re out of soy sauce, iwa-chan,” or a “let’s dinner in that restaurant tomorrow, babe.” there are silly smiles that break the rhythm, nose brushing against cheek and nose against nose. there are soft tugs of lips, sighs that nearly sound like breathless whines. the touches continue, never faltering, telling what words cannot encompass, confessing that an i love you falls short because what lies between them cries out my soul, which is eternal.

eyes only open when they part a little just to look, to think “i knew the dimple would appear” or “i knew that tiny freckle was still on his chin”, to exchange smiles and reassure themselves that this is real, that they no longer live only in each other’s dreams, and longing has finally melted away.

"night, hajime. dream pretty things, dream me," oikawa murmurs drowsy, his eyelids drooping and his lips sated as he snuggles into hajime's chest.

for this, so simple and so intimate, for this is why they have endured oceans, continents and hemispheres.

"night, tooru. i’ll dream of godzilla eating the last milk bread on earth right in front of you then,” iwaizumi whispers back, holding tooru close in his arms and smiling sleepily when he hears his laughter.

“how mean, iwa-chan.”

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i post this on bluesky and i need it here too cuz yes

u can find me on ao3, bsky and this is mycarrd 🍉