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quick lil comic for kghn day 💐🔔 happy 9/10!

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really helpful technique ^ once you know how to divide by halves and thirds it makes drawing evenly spaced things in perspective waaay easier:

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ONE DAY

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Beach volleyball Kagehina 🏐🏖️

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this took me 13 hours and i almost lost my mind but it was worth it for cas <3

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ushijima wakatoshi gets married at 32 and is slightly overwhelmed by the intimacy of someone sharing his family name. he thought he had experienced everything: toothbrushes next to each other, laundry with your whites mixed with his, the almost empty bag of rice that he reminds himself to get another of after practice. what he doesn't realise is how tender it feels when someone calls out for "ushijima-san!", and you react because that's your name, too. the neighbours who greet you in the lift, the dentist where wakatoshi waits in the reception, even electricity bills titled to you, because now ushijima doesn't just refer to him.

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I can't believe they still play with each other during their adulthood they're truly the iconic duo

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some things never change :3

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endings that are better for dean than dying young and bloody:

opening a bar (as shown to be a fantasy of his)

opening a gay bar (my preferred ending)

working with kids, potentially at a home like sonny's

working as a mechanic, eventually specializing in vintage cars

becoming the new bobby, helping the next generation of hunters

being a stay-at-home dad with his husband castiel as the breadwinner (cas doesn't work either he just steals money from rich assholes using his powers and calls it being a breadwinner)

(he's with cas for all of these btw in case that wasn't obvious)

spending like a good decade traveling the world via angel express and enjoying his retirement from hunting

becoming a rock star with a cult following, a significant portion of which love sharing around conspiracy theories that he's actually a serial killer who faked his own death and started fresh with a new identity (no one seriously believes this)

becoming a sheep herder (it's the closest thing to a modern-day cowboy he can get. he gets to wear the hat and everything)

moving to hollywood and becoming an actor under the pseudonym jensen ackles

becoming a successful writer purely to spite chuck, outselling the supernatural series easily and receiving rave reviews for his refreshing style and devastating depictions of childhood trauma and breaking the cycle of abuse

building a space ship and searching the galaxy for intelligent life

literally anything other than what happened on the show

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ROUTINE

atsumu was late, but there’s one thing he’d never forget to do.

wc: 452, fluff, post-timeskip, gn reader, not proof read

late. atsumu miya was late as hell.

his practice was supposed to start bright and early today- six am sharp. it was six fifty four right now.

“shit, shit, shit !!”

atsumu fumbled with the bag strapped around his shoulder as it falls on and off him. he runs around the house with panic in his eyes and calls out for you, opening the fridge doors to look for his protein shake, the one that you make.

“babe, did you find the jersey ?!” after a quick dig for the bottle, he quickly grabs for it and closes the doors a little too hard, making the containers inside rattle against each other gently. almost on queue, hearing your rushed footsteps, the blonde makes his way to the genkan, crouching down and stomping on his shoes with more force than he intends, creating unwanted creases. with one hand on his footwear, the other tugged open his practice bags stubborn zipper, trying to make it easier and faster for you to put in his washed (and probably still a little wet) jersey.

“hey, baby. put on your shoes, i’ll do this.” atsumu looks up at you as he hears your voice. his shoulders relax slightly but he wastes no time. he mumbles a quick ‘thanks’ before using two big hands to slip on his shoes. just as he finishes putting the pairs on, you finish putting the leftover items into his bag, stuffed with his change of clothes, shoes, and a few snacks you’d always thrown in. he quickly grabs for the strap and swings it on his shoulder as you rush him out.

“hurry, you’re late enough as it is !!” you quickly open the front door of the house, but atsumu stops and looks down at you, wide eyes and still displaying a bit of panic. but … there was something else behind it. and no matter how much you try and struggle, it’s hard to move a six foot two pro volleyball player out the door,.

“i forgot something !”

“‘tsumu, are you serious ?!” atsumu nods quickly, iris’s shining gently and leaning down to meet your face. cupping the side of your cheek with gentle hands, he places a gentle kiss on your lips.

oh, have you forgotten because of all the rush ? there has never been a moment when atsumu had left home without a kiss to your lips and a gentle ‘i love you,’ making the ring on your finger feel all the more noticeable.

“love ya. i’ll be home soon, yeah ?” with that, atsumu leaves the house with a quick swing of the door, rushing to his car as you hear him start the engine.

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Atsumu coming to practice and saying “see how I set my ball up high? Very cute. Very demure” so much that sakusa spikes a ball right to the back of his head

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bullying him

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JAPAN?!

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new illustration from twitter

kagaeyama and akaashi in their swapped jerseys have infested my mind