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[tsumuus]

Hiii I'm here for the valentines event if you'll have me

How about receiving an anonymous letter from Osamu, your childhood best friend since diapers. Plot twist? Reverse "to all the boys I loved before" where it's his attempt in confessing through a corny love letter starting from kinder, grade school, middle school, and now the latest anonymous confession- high school.

It (being years worth of attempted love letters) wasn't supposed to find itself in your locker, I guess fate (Atsumu) had other plans for both you and Osamu this valentines.

No pressure in this ask, feel free to discard this if you don't feel like it- have a nice day!!

Osamu Miya met you when he was five years old, and that was all it took. One meeting, one shared carton of juice at snack time, one moment of your bright smile aimed right at him, and he was gone.

A week later, he wrote you a letter.

His five-year-old hands gripped a crayon too tightly as he scribbled out the messy confession, his heart racing even though you weren’t there to see it. His letters were uneven, his words barely legible, but the message was clear: I like you. A lot.

But when the time came to give it to you, he couldn't. His palms got sweaty, his stomach twisted, and he shoved the letter into the back of his closet, hidden behind his toys.

One letter turned into another, then another. Every year, on Valentine's Day, he wrote you a new one, promising himself that this year would be the year he gave it to you. But every year, he chickened out. The letters stacked up, filling a small box buried in the back of his closet, each one chronicling his growing love for you, each one holding words he could never bring himself to say out loud.

Atsumu knew, of course. He had known since the very first letter, because Osamu was bad at hiding things from him. And for years, Atsumu let him be, let him hold onto his secret, until he finally decided enough was enough.

So, on the morning of February 14th in your second year of high school, you opened your locker to an avalanche of old, yellowed letters.

They tumbled out in a flurry of paper, slipping from the shelves and falling to the floor in front of you. You blinked, startled, as students around you glanced over, whispering.

The first letter you picked up was old. The handwriting was horrible- big, uneven letters written in crayon. I like you a lot.

Your heart clenched. You picked up another one, the ink slightly smudged. You looked really pretty today. I wanted to tell you, but I was too nervous.

Another. I think I’ve loved you since I was five. Maybe even before that. I don’t know how that’s possible, but it has to be true.

One after another, you read through them, your heartbeat growing louder with each one. By the time you finished, your hands were shaking, not from nerves but from something warm and overwhelming. Love. Affection. A feeling that had always been there, waiting for you to see it.

You had to find Osamu.

You barely heard the murmurs of your classmates as you turned on your heel, marching straight to his classroom. The moment you reached the door, you didn’t hesitate, stepping inside and scanning the room until your eyes landed on him.

“Osamu.”

His head snapped up from his desk, eyes wide at your sudden appearance. “Huh? What-”

“Come with me.”

He barely had time to react before you grabbed his wrist, pulling him into the hallway. His heart was hammering now, but for all the wrong reasons. He had a sinking feeling he knew exactly why you were here.

And then you showed him.

The letters, held carefully in your hands, the pages slightly crumpled from how tightly you’d been gripping them. His breath caught in his throat.

He recognized them immediately.

His world tilted. “I- where- ”

“You wrote these.”

Osamu swallowed hard, panic rising like a tide. “I don’t- how did you-”

“They were in my locker this morning.”

His stomach dropped. He whipped around, scanning the hallway as if he could catch Atsumu in the act, but the bastard was nowhere to be seen. Of course. That idiot.

“I- I don’t know how they got there,” he started, scrambling for an explanation, for anything that would make this moment less terrifying. “I never wanted you to see them- I mean, I did, but not like this- I was gonna throw them away, or burn them or somethin’-”

“Burn them?” you repeated, voice gentle.

He ran a hand through his hair, looking anywhere but at you. “Yeah, ‘cause- ‘cause they’re embarrassing, and you probably feel weird now, and I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable or anythin’-”

“Osamu.”

He kept rambling. “I swear I wasn’t tryin’ to creep you out or nothin’-”

“Osamu.”

His mouth snapped shut at the way you said his name. Soft. Certain.

“Did you mean what you wrote?” you asked, holding the letters closer to your chest.

Osamu felt dizzy. “...What?”

“Every single thing?”

He swallowed thickly. “Yeah. I meant every word.”

A pause. Then-

“Good.”

Osamu blinked. “Good?”

You stepped closer, the warmth of your presence making his breath hitch. “Because I like you too.”

The words took a second to register. When they did, Osamu’s brain short-circuited. “You- you do?”

You smiled, and he thought he might actually pass out.

Then, before he could say anything else, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“I expect a letter every Valentine’s from now on,” you murmured, eyes shining with something that made his chest feel like it might burst.

Then you turned on your heel and walked back to class, leaving Osamu standing there, utterly frozen.

His fingers twitched. His cheek burned where your lips had been. His heart pounded so loud he thought the whole school might hear it.

And then a thought hit him, so certain and real that it knocked the breath out of him.

He’d write you a letter every day if it meant he got to be with you.

valentines event | masterlists

a/n i love this request sm thank you anon this has been my favorite thing to write so far in this event that i just had to post it first lemme give you a big fat slobbery kiss muah muah💋💦 hope you liked it as much as i loved writing it !!!! :)

[erinwantstowrite]

you reposted a video of trump saying “you want me to go swimming”

and i just want to take a moment to recognize how actually insane that is.

like that’s how our president responds to tragedy? with no empathy?

the presidents role is to be the face and voice of america and her people, and for every loss of life, for every tragedy, and for all the pain her people must go through, the president must feel it. that is a heavy burden, but it is one our president must carry. our president represents us. there should be a level of class, of respect, and dignity in a president, that our current president does not fulfill

he is a sorry excuse for a leader, a role model, a human being, he is above all, a pathetic man who should not have the privilege of speaking for america and her people.

and even if you agree with his harmful policy’s, how dare you let our voice be so callous about lost lives? about children? it is disgusting. a president should have a level of poise when they speak, strong encouraging words instead of unintelligible insults

and the tiniest bit of hope i had, the smallest shred that this wasn’t all bad, has been ruined and tarnished, because excuse me for thinking that perhaps our leader would respond with even the smallest bit of empathy instead of placing blame everywhere else

he makes me sick.

THIS!!! EXACTLY!!!

(i promise this anecdote below is relevant to this bear with me)

when i was in high school, i was part of a very very good band program. there were a lot of talented people and we managed to take up a huge chunk of the school population. it was guaranteed to have at least two band kids in a class, and this was a AAA school. this is important because our reputation as band kids... was that we were always going to be the best students you had. not because of grades, but because of character. the same went for the many programs that we went to. if we were at a district competition, we were quiet when we had to be, we cheered for other bands, we would lend our equipment, etc etc. i can't think of any instances not only in my time there but before or after where people would groan when they thought about us coming to their event. because there were no incidences that made people think twice about inviting us

how we got that kind of reputation? my band directors built an environment in the band where we wanted to do great. "character, commitment, competence, capacity" were the 4 C's that were put on the wall. this is the best example that I could find, where I think communication and commitment are the same:

every student took up a leadership role even if you weren't handed a title like "drum major" or "section leader". we learned about how to represent ourselves and the people in our community, and we were proud of that. like yeah we might have sounded like a bunch of fucking nerds, but it was a good place to be.

often we heard adults wondering how the hell our band directors managed such a feat. it was such a large band that there should have been at least one group of teenagers that acted out or something. but that was incredibly (and i mean incredibly) rare, and were never so bad that it couldn't be immediately fixed.

it was possible because we had good role models!!

our band directors worked with every teacher on campus, brought us to community events, they had food drives and toy drives, etc etc. they were funny but they knew when to get work done, they created a space where we felt comfortable with them and wanted to make them proud.

i don't see anything like that when i see Trump, nor do i see it in people that voted for him. his Character is not just rude but nasty. his attitude towards the people he's supposed to be representing and caring about was absolutely intolerable. when asked if he cared about the lives of these people (WHO BY THE WAY, DIED MINUTES AWAY FROM WHERE HE IS RESIDING), he was a snarky fucking brat. he was childish and replied with THAT? "You want me to go swimming?"

I'M SORRY??

that was the most WILD, out of line shit i have heard him say in a minute. that was blatant disrespect on the lives of the people that were lost, their families that have to live with the grief for the rest of their lives, and to the American people that were hoping something would be said to comfort and ease our minds.

his statement was read off of a paper that someone else 100000% wrote for him. and then he went out of his way to say that DEI is responsible for it?????? THE DEI??????

you know why he said that shit? because it was his fault! he is directly responsible for air traffic control not having enough people that night. he fired 100 FAA senior officials, there was the hiring freeze that HE demanded, the Aviation Safety committee was disbanded, demanded for existing employees to leave, offered the buy it out. and then that plane went down- the worse air collision in the US in 16 years.

he can't take responsibility. he won't do that, because he would have to admit that it was his fault. that's a pretty trick that narcissists love to do. they come up with excuse after excuse for why something couldn't be their fault, it always has to lie with someone else. and he chose to blame... diversity?

the thing that really gets me about this DEI shit is that most of these people will argue that we need to get rid of it because people should be hired for their merit and not because of the color of their skin or gender. THAT'S WHY THE DEI EXISTS. because if it DIDN'T, only white men would be hired- for the color of their skin, because of their gender, and NOT because of their merit. diversity in our workplaces is how we end up being able to see different perspectives. the US is a melting pot of cultures and that's supposed to be a beautiful thing. the fact that we are still having arguments about it is because there are still people in power who do not want us being unified as a nation. they directly benefit from us believing that "the black man/ the latino man/ the white man" are the enemy. the enemy isn't the person who looks or acts different to you, the enemy are the people who are supposed to be representing us that are only acting out of their best interests.

Trump will never admit that he was wrong about something. It's not in his character. He is not a giving, caring man, who wants the best for the people. He is a lying, cheating, scum of the earth that sits on a "throne" built on the backs of people that do the work for him and who he has divided using hate and envy, then he props his feet up on a footstool made of his ugly pride, and he sticks his big fat thumb in his mouth, taking up all the room for that silver spoon.

He has no commitment to us as the people (even the ones that voted for him) nor to the people also in power that are loyal to him. I believe that in no time at all, he's going to get greedy and they're going to eat him alive, because Trump isn't even smart enough for any of this, there's someone else pulling the strings. He is an incompetent man child with no accountability for his actions, he has failed nearly every business that he touched and only has his money because of what his family had built before him. And he has no capacity for greatness nor does he have critical thinking skills. He props his words up with fluffy decorations and lies right through his teeth, and the people that voted for him are lapping it up like dogs starved. People are about to find out real fucking quick that Trump has been playing it easy and using the benefits of other people's work before him to make himself look good.

And they're not even going to get their eggs.

[moonlight-n-moondust]

Hey, if it's not too late, here's mine. Thank you for tagging lady @tatanote

Age: 17

Height: 5’4 (i'm short lmfaooo)

Grade: 12th grade

Confidence: keeps swinging from one extreme to the other

Happiness: ephemeral like my sanity

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Romantic: idk what this means oops

Favourite food: vendakkai morkozhambu, paneer butter massala, tacos, wingstop vodoo fries, caramel candies, shake shack milkshakes

Favourite show: the promised neverland, gilmore girls, spy x family

Favourite movie: the wild robot was awesome fr! haven't been watching too many now *sigh*

Favourite song: unnai kaanadha naan from the movie vishwaroopam and aasai mugam marandhu poche by suchi

Favourite artist: bombay jayashree, yuvan shankar raja, shreya goshal, suchi

Favourite colour: don't have any, i love too many. partial to pastels

Favourite season: don't have seasons in my tropical country in the ass crack of the equator. wld love winter tho.

Followers: 58 lol

No pressure tags for you, if you like and haven't joined already please don't be shy and share yours too 🐦‍⬛ @lostlibrariangirl @lavalamp-juice @yourstrulyhri anyone else who wants to join! ^^

End of Year Stats

Thanks for the tag @mvrdermeharder !

Age: 21+

Height: 5’2”

Grade: in college

Confidence: Caught in the moment, it’s always an 11/10. But after a while, I look back on what I did and just crumble in shame and regret ksjhfjgsjdf

Happiness: 6/10 (I live with brain fog 24/7)

Gender: ??? (questioning, but there’s definitely a preference for fem)

Sexuality: ??? (idk about labels, man. I just think I’ll be sexually attracted to whoever it is I’m romantically attracted to)

Romantic: ??? (still questioning, but definitely not allo)

Favorite food: Buttered chicken when done right. Can also never go wrong with pinakupsan and pizza.

Favorite show: Definitely Link Click

Favorite movie: I don’t watch that many movies sjdhfjdg. Let’s go with Legend of Hei

Favorite song: The Rules for Lovers by Richard Walters (I like many songs, but this one is my comfort song)

Favorite artist: No one in particular

Relationship status: Single since birth

Favorite color: Pink 🩷

Favorite season: There are only two seasons in the PH. I pick the wet season

Followers: 800+ (I haven’t screened out bots in a while, though)

No pressure, but tagging @protect-namine @kuschelkissen @mimicha-arts @mathematical-apprentice @weilaverdui @rainibao @forgetmenomore @keiicom @catguangcorner @snorlaxlovesme @pastorfutureletthembe @ghostlyenola @muninnhuginn + anyone who wants to do this!

[pocketramblr]

I think I could make "no more" about Toshinori and Gran

[creekfiend]

something that drives me insane on a relatively regular basis as a body jewelry understander is talking to people who have sensitive skin who are like "oh well I just can't wear any earrings without my ears getting inflamed" and I say "well what have you tried" and they say "well I've tried sterling silver and I've tried gold..." and it's like. ok. I don't know how gold and sterling somehow got spun by the jewelry industry as being especially good for sensitive skin but whenever I'm like "well have you tried implant grade titanium" they're always like "no....... but I've tried sterling silver... and it didn't work ..." like. I don't know how this narrative about sterling silver somehow got so strong but when they put pins in your fucking legs when you snap your leg in half are those pins made of sterling silver or are they made of implant grade titanium or surgical steel????????? HELLO. HI. YOU MIGHT BENEFIT FROM TRYING IMPLANT GRADE TITANIUM I AM JUST SAYING

[vaguely-shaped-triangles]

We always talk about poly 141 all ganging up on reader but what about all of you giving Price a chance to be taken care of?

Like, think about it. You all love John so much as both your captain and a partner, but the poor man always feels like he has the world on his shoulders. Being in charge and giving orders is what keeps him and his men alive in the field, its hard to put that away when he comes home :( Sometimes you just gotta make that old man sit down and accept some lovin

Imagining all of you laying in bed (a california king that price got so you could all sprawl out, but everyone ends up in a cuddle pile in the middle by morning) Simon's laid out in the center, holding Price's back flush to his chest, cock buried to the hilt in his captain as he gives little thrusts up, not wanting to jostle him around too much. Not when Kyle and Johnny are both between John's spread thighs and lavishing kisses and licks up and down his weeping dick, nipping at the thick, hairy flesh of John's thighs when he squrims too much.

and then theres you: perched up on a pillow next to Simon and John's heads. One hand running through the shorn locks on Simons head, encouraging him to take good care of their captain. The other wandering anywhere on John it can reach- featherlight touches over his abdomen and watching the muscles twitch beneath that cushy layer of fat- leaning down to bite at it until John keens. Playing with his nipples and kissing him senseless. Nibbling at the lobe of his ear and telling him that he "just needed to be taken care of for once, hm? always taking care of us. let us return the favor."

Idk, i think he just needs some love from his people

[queen-penelope-of-ithaca]

The gods are horrible. Life is bleak./silly

WHERE HUSBAND??????

WHERE????

- Penelope

[clit-a-cola]

Over the Garden Wall is one of those shows where it's like "yeah the main demographic is kids but no you the adult with a job who pays taxes reading this should still check it out"

It's short, wonderful music, simple but good story, gorgeous art.

[icewindandboringhorror]

I occasionally wish to reach out to old friends/acquaintances I haven't spoken to since high school/some other even earlier time in my life, but I have SOOO little social energy even for required tasks (like making dr phone calls or etc), I never have any leftover for extra ones, and it would be very odd to message someone I haven't spoken to in like 5 years out of the blue but then take 4 entire months to respond back lol.. My natural curiosity with nostalgia/collecting details of the past/etc. (literally if I were born a little earlier I would definitely do scrapbooking or something lol) is very strong, but, alas, not strong enough to beat out the Social Issues Demons apparently

[destiny-in-the-universe]

The Sequel

Hah, okay-

I'm sure most of you forgot about this little fic, the one dubbed "Punk Rock", though I come back with exciting news; just a moment ago, I managed to upload chapter one of the second part. I was hit with unexpected inspiration bunnies, and I simply had to get it out, no matter what it took. This entire segment makes my tail wag, considerably fast dare I say.

I do hope you come to enjoy it, so without much further ado, I present to ashes to ashes (dust to dust) of Punk Rock. It's a direct followup of the first part after Randy was injured by one of McFist's bots and he's unexpectedly awoken in a strange place...

Who knows what might happen next?

[dafry-shenanigans]

Nomicon and first ninja: *speaking in Japanese*

Randy: *doesn't understand but can hear his name being said in The tone™* "I don't speak Japanese, but i am very fluent in being thrown under the bus"

[sparklysubbyprincess]

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[s0dabeach]

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a weird thing about hearing that something like adhd is said to make you "struggle in school" is that usually when I hear "struggling in school" I just think of it as getting poor grades or struggling to understand what's being taught or even just struggling with memorizing what's being taught (since that's what a lot of standardized tests are based on)

I've never thought of myself as someone who "struggles in school" because I've always gotten good grades and done well on standardized tests and most of the time I understand the content rather than just trying to memorize without understanding

I also don't remember the last time I wasn't working on an assignment/task up to the last minute before it needed to be finished (not literally the last minute but like, still working on it on the last day or within the last hour before the deadline, just finishing writing my study notes on the day of an exam or the day before (which. i feel like writing them is in itself a form of studying for me but that's besides the point), etc). In most cases I've managed to continue getting good grades despite this but I know it does cause me a lot of unnecessary, avoidable stress. I tend to multitask, to read a few sentences of my textbook or jot a few ideas for an assignment before checking my phone again, or checking tumblr again, or getting a snack, or changing my music, etc. I take way longer to finish things than they should take because I never stay on task for a prolonged amount of time without distraction except when my brain determines I absolutely need to (i.e., needing to make sure I finish a chapter of a textbook because I have to write a quiz on it by the end of the night, as a recent real life example which, while worse than how I usually am, happens to a smaller extent pretty often)

I know this is less of a school-specific thing and rather just a general struggle with time management, but it does manifest the most often/obviously in school and I feel could be considered as a way one could "struggle in school". During the school year I quite literally always have homework or readings to catch up on at any given time, not because my professors are giving me such a ridiculous amount of work that I need to be working every moment I'm not eating sleeping or shitting, but because I do it so inefficiently that I can have been "busy with homework" all weekend and only gotten one item off the to-do list

[myoldiaries]

i'm atp where i'm not sure i should apply to schools internationally cause to put it simply, my grades are not it:/

[tanicus-caesareth]

guarana drama, damage control