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Day 7 - Espeon

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having audio processing issues is so humiliating like yeah i heard you and yeah i was actively listening but the problem is i dont know what the fuck you sayed

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Stomach hair and gay sex never die forever

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suna knocks on the apartment door. his hands tremble and he thinks about turning around and leaving. but where would he go? he doesn't have a home anymore...

atsumu opens the door, grumbling, "I told you not to bother- oh. suna?"

suna tries not to wince. "is now a bad time?" he asks. he'll take any excuss to leave. to run away and hide and never be seen by the world again.

but atsumu must see through the mask of emotion suna has, because he says "no, come in. what's wrong?"

there's the question he's been dreading. suna doesn't answer as he walks in and kicks his shoes off.

"you said you told osamu not to bother us," sakusa says, suddenly storming in. suna winces this time. he should leave.

atsumu grabs suna's wrist. "sorry, baby."

"it's okay," suna says. "really, I can leave."

atsumu doesn't listen and instead pulls suna into the kitchen. he pushes suna towards a chair while he gets started on grabbing some leftovers. suna's chin wobbles.

"so, whats wrong?" atsumu asks again as he opens the fridge.

"osamu broke up with me."

atsumu freezes. he turns out of the fridge to look at suna. but suna buries his face into his hands, still trying to fight the tears that begin to spill. it's too late, a useless battle. but suna fights it anyways.

it hurts even more when atsumu checks his phone, supposedly for a missed call or text from osamu because there is no way atusmu could find this out from suna.

atsumu types on his phone. suna can tell because atsumu never turns the volume off on his phone despite suna teasing him for it.

"okay, sorry. you have my full attention now," atsumu says, setting his phone aside.

suna breathes in, a shakey breath that turns into a sniffle. "no, it's fine. you should b-be with osamu." suna hates the way his voice sounds, the stutter that comes through, the sob that almost breaks when he says osamu's name.

atsumu doesn't reply. suna tries to catch his breath and calm himself while atsumu heats up some food for them.

when suna wipes his tears, the mascara and eyeliner he decided to wear this morning smear onto his hand. silently, atsumu grabs a tissue and hands it to suna.

they eat in the silence as well. suna sniffling quietly. he didn't realize how hungry he was, chowing down as if it's his last meal. although, he realizes he didn't eat on the train home. too excited to see his boyfriend... his ex-boyfriend.

"what happened?" atsumu asks and pushes the half full plate toward suna.

"fuck, I don't know." suna wipes his eyes again before taking another bite of food. "I came home and it was like... it was so weird." suna realizes it's not home anymore and a sob breaks. but he tries to continue. "h-he barely even greeted me. and we ended up fighting and then he just... he just said we're done. and now I'm here because I literally have nowhere else to go." suna looks up at atsumu, although his face is blurred from the tears in suna's eyes. "isn't that pathetic? I don't have my apartment, I don't have family, my boyfriend broke up with me. I have nothing, atsumu."

suna laughs. a wet, pathetic laugh at himself. he's so stupid for thinking he could have a future.

atsumu comes around the table and wraps his arms around suna. "you have me," atsumu says. "I'm here. I'm your family."

suna cries into atsumu's shoulder. he's not sure how long they're like that. he can't bring himself to think of how embarrassing it must look.

but eventually, atsumu tugs suna into the spare bedroom, the extra room they set up for friends. atsumu pulls suna into his arms.

together, they lay like the first night atsumu caught suna after a phone call to his parents. what feels like a million years ago was actually more like 6 years. suna can still remember begging atsumu not to tell anyone.

now, suna can't bring himself to say anything. and atsumu holds him for as long as he needs, until suna tires himself out from crying and falls asleep in his best friends arms.

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went to the pub for a drink on my first real day off in over a week and watched the girl behind the bar drop the entire cash drawer on the floor in the middle of the rush and then just stare at it at her feet for like a solid two minutes

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when the fic is so good you need to exit out of the browser app and scroll on tumblr for a few minutes to process what you’re reading

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it's kind of a shame that mob psycho 100 was released before these talks of 'main character energy' and 'npc behavior' really started to take hold in an annoying way. 'i am the protagonist of the world' no you're not you're the protagonist of your own life just like everybody else is. bitch.

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realizing I missed one of my mutuals' posts so now I feel like a deadbeat mutual

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just ran into my friend at the marina while he was working on a boat engine and he invited my friend and me to “medieval karaoke night” and we were like “oh is it like a themed night” and he said “no just me and my crew are gonna go dressed medieval to karaoke” and I said “ok who does that include” and he said “if you both come, four of us”

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i see a lot of criticism towards 17776 along the lines of “ugh if humanity actually stopped aging or dying and people really did just live forever they would not spend their time playing football… that is not what EYE would do with MY time…. this is so unrealistic….. clearly the author just wanted to write about sports 🙄😒” and like. yeah. yes. exactly. jon bois is a sports writer and sports analyst who wanted to examine why people love sports and why sports have cultural staying power and why he especially finds sports compelling and what sports have to say about the human condition and our ability to care. so he made up a fake scenario about humans being immortal and then he made it about sports. and he wrote about sports. the story is titled ‘what sports will look like in the future.’ if that isn’t something that you can vibe with then maybe the story simply is not for you

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BNHA STICKER RAFFLE 💚

This is my second bnha sticker raffle for a p4lestinian fundraiser & entering is as easy as before; donate at least $10 to the fundraiser linked here and add a screenshot of your donation/authentic transation to your reblog in order to enter.

The raffle starts 16.12.24 and will be closed 31.12.24.

what you can win:

one out of 12 stickers, this is a design i haven't sold before and i don't know when i'll make another, bigger batch to sell, so this is your chance to get one :D

one free ko-fi request as a 1st prize, which includes a fully-rendered piece of up to 2 bnha characters (would be in my usual style so check out my art tag if you want an impression). (1 full-package kofi request from me would normally cost around $45)

you are MORE than welcome to donate more than $10 ofc, i try my best to offer nice rewards, but please don't forget this is about helping a familiy survive, let's not forgive this as we are about to enter another calendar year of genocide.

WELL GOOD LUCK TO EVERYONE, I'M EXCITED TO SEND OUT LETTERS AGAIN <3

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take it easy baby now!

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memories of summer evenings

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kanoka and yachi can be gym buddies. yachi is scared of the gym because there are very many skilled, giant people and she has no idea what any of the machines do or what good form is, but she wants to go for her Mental Health and Building Self Confidence and Fixing Her Artist Shrimp Posture. and kanoka is very familiar with gym equipment and good form when exercising. also she loves yachi.

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As an adult I think me and all my friends should all have matching schedules and work like 20 hours a week and also everyone lives within 15 minutes of each other why is that so much to ask