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katsuki!!!!!!

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Karasuno!!

Day 73 76 80 82

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The intimacy of “i can handle you”

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Saiki and Teruhashi on a date in another universe💗

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Show me those pretty white jaws Show me where the delicate stops Show me what you've lost

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tbh if me and vulnerability were the last guys on earth i still wouldn’t bang em

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j. sullivan

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canon gojo will love you in ways unfathomable and never tell you. will pretend he barely knows who you are. in death and in life, he'll will himself to not think of you and love you obsessively anyway all while you barely know. this is all to keep you safe. he doesn't expect your loyalty or your patience or your time. he'll drop into your life and wash your back and leave without word. he'll come find you. he loves you more than he has loved anyone in a very long time. but this is a secret even to himself, because the second he believes in it - he knows it'll kill you. he isn't sure in what way, only that it will and that is has since the last time he has allowed himself to love anyone at all

sometimes, you will look at gojo with affection warm enough that he wants for something he has never been allowed to have and barely knows. sometimes, you are loyal to him and he wishes you werent. at least when you hate him, the burden of love rests only on his shoulders. and he can love you from afar with false friovlity and absence without it burdening your life.

gojo hopes always, secretly, that you'll get sick of him. that you'll exhaust yourself and leave first. that he wont be forced to turn away before he wants things to end. he hates having to do it, even after only having done it once.

gojo loves you. he will never tell you. he hopes you never know. he hopes you never find out that this is his version of mercy

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gear 5 loof … go, be free from wip purgatory

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posted on insta too

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realizing i am no better than luffy bc i’m sick rn and my finger has been up my nose for 3 weeks trying to get those mf boogers out

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you know how people say you can always start over? bitter teenage me used to think that was bullshit, then I grew up and I've started over so many times since. they were right

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you and the little girl you found wandering the abandoned streets alone running into Bakugo after the world goes to shit and society collapses is something I'll never write but I will play in my head as a bedtime story for weeks at a time.

you'd beg him to let the two of you tag along and he would bare his teeth at you and tell you to fuck off. that he's not going to have a crying baby getting him killed, even when you swear the lil toddler perched on your hip hasn't cried or said a single word since you found her a few weeks back.

(she hasn't. not a peep, and you know it's fucked up, that it means she's probably fucked up, but it's also kept the two of you alive, so)

he snarls at you not to follow him, and when you do, when he sees that you're picking carefully through the burned out cars cluttering the road to keep him in your sight, he actually comes at you aggressively. just three fast, hard steps, pulling up well before he reaches you, saying nothing but threatening you all the same with the manic look in his eyes and his fists clenched at his sides.

but he doesn't hit you, doesn't actually even get near you, so as soon as he's turned and begun on his way again, you just...keep following him. because he's the first person you've seen alive other than the kid in weeks and even though he's dirty and looks bordering on feral, he looks like he's somehow been able to feed himself and keep himself in one piece.

once he sees his attempt to scare you didn't work, he just huffs under his breath through gritted teeth and tries to lose you for real. Moving fast (as fast as he can, while keeping his eyes and ears scanning, always, for trouble that can appear in a blink, in one single breath), picking paths through the abandoned city that are challenging even for him as someone still tall and muscled and able bodied.

you follow him, because it's the only choice you have. you tie the kid to your back with an old sweatshirt that's bloodstained and torn and clamber over piles of rubble and through knee-deep standing water, scraping your palms raw as you gasp and heave and sweat and fight to keep the shape of him in your sight as he continues to disappear towards the edge of the city, to where the dark forest begins.

he camps out of necessity once he's made it into the trees. Setting up a roaring fire in a circle of rocks as night falls, because it's started growing cold in the dark and the creatures that haunt the city seem to be repelled by open flame.

the look he gives you when you appear, slow and petrified and stubborn, into the light cast by his fire is acidic. but you sit on the opposite side of the fire from him, still trying to catch your breath as the cold wind catches dangerously on the sweat coating your skin, and carefully untie the girl from your back and tug her into your lap.

and you don't have much left, just a half a packet of old beef jerky you found in a convenience store trashcan, but you put piece by piece into your mouth as you work to calm your overworked lungs. chewing the dried meat until it's soft and mushy and then pressing the pieces between the little girl's lips so she can eat.

there's not enough for you, but that's fine. you've got a fire, at least for tonight, and another person to sound the alarm if something approaches as you sleep.

and he won't kill you. you don't think, anyway.

you look up to a shuffling sound, then a thunk, and see him turned to watch the horizon over your shoulder, a screwtop jar of peaches tossed to the dirt a foot away from you. he works his jaw in the flickering firelight and steadfastly ignores you as you stare at him in muted surprise, because you didn't expect...

he keeps watch that night, and you sleep for uninterrupted hours for the first time since you found the kid. fully expecting to wake to find the fire smoldering and him gone, but when you blink the next morning into the rising sunlight, your heart thuds against your ribs when you see him sitting there by the fire that's long gone out.

he says nothing, just watches you as you wake the little girl and feed her the rest of the peaches from the night before, and when you push yourself to your feet, he does too. watching you, his jaw tight, his brows drawn. looking so angry, even as he turns to go and looks over his shoulder to catch your eye. checking to see that you're stepping after him as he goes.

you are, the girl strapped back to your back and resting her chubby cheek against your shoulder, and when he sees that, he lets out a low, weary exhale, and continues on our into the dark of the woods and the wild beyond.

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FINALLY got around to dumping Spotify after their CEO continued to prove he's a fresh turd. (As if being a billionaire, not paying musicians, shoving AI garbage at us, and having an atrocious carbon footprint wasn't bad enough, he's now the chair of a AI-based weapons manufacturing company.)

I used TuneMyMusic ($24 annual fee you can cancel immediately, effectively paying only once) to transfer almost every single song from our Spotify account to Tidal. Tidal already has much better sound quality and they pay their artists much better. It migrated over 99% of our music, too, so there wasn't a huge loss.

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Yes, you can drink apple juice!! ฅ^.ᆺ.^ฅ