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litreally · 2 years ago
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haikyuu is for the autistics and neurodivergents
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originalartblog · 7 months ago
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Furthering my agenda with another unrelated scenario
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so you believe me (source)
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post-it-notes7 · 1 year ago
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he's sneaky
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mysticalcats · 8 months ago
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once again spreading my alonzostrap propaganda
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aptx!kaito au in which Shinichi doesn't know aptx exists and feels insane that his leading theory is "a six year old is the mastermind behind Kaitou Kid"
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mollypaup · 5 months ago
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i think a really great aspect of oofuri is how much it gets mihashi's ass for being overly timid and dependent. it would be really easy to write off the way he and abe interact as being abe's fault because he is overbearing, and a lot of people do, but it has some really great moments of going "hey, you cannot hide behind abe or depend on him to make every decision. it's not good for you, or him, or the team."
#oofuri#yeah abe is a little overbearing but it is often because mihashi does not make decisions on his own so abe is just filling in the gaps#because he really and truly cannot make a good guess about what mihashi wants#because mihashi has never said anything about what he wants#but any time mihashi has ever voiced a complaint or suggestion abe takes it into account#he is not dismissive#he just doesn't think to ask because 1. mihashi has never given abe a straight answer to anything 2. abe is not very good at being social!!#autistic teen boy who needs things said simply to him paired up with autistic teen boy who thinks saying things simply will get him killed#abe should ask more but mihashi also needs to say more. abe can't read his mind and he shouldn't have to that's not how relationships work#i get a little irritated at the perception that abe is treating mihashi poorly#what is he meant to do when mihashi doesn't talk to him#i am thinking about the scene where tajima gets mad at mihashi#and tells him 'you can't play baseball with just abe'#because mihashi being incapable of speaking his mind and acting on his own isn't good for the team#and abe will pick up the slack but that isn't how things should be#i did not like the bijou game but i really liked it showcasing the strain it put on abe to make all of the calls#and there is a lot there to be said about how his willingness to do everything but actually pitch for mihashi#stems from how bad catching for haruna was for him#because he felt alone at the catcher's plate the same way mihashi did on the mound#and that. fucking scene of abe begging haruna to pitch. augh. he'll do the rest please just pitch#abe can do everything else as long as mihashi stays on the mound#obsessed with mihashi and abe mutually being so worried that the other person will not be there
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possibilistfanfiction · 2 days ago
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caitvi prompt: work
[sry i have been so busy but i love these two & this silly world & have been thinking abt firefighter vi & what a constant thirst trap she would be without even doing anything, god bless. u know i love outside pov. ao3.]
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‘your hot firefighter is here again,’ kazim whispers, elbowing you in the shoulder. you perk up immediately, as does ada, and you glare at her.
maybe it’s not the most professional thing in the world, because you are at work, but you’re interns and your shifts in the ER are long and brutal and, more often than not, kind of devastating. ‘rock, paper, scissors?’
‘fine.’ she sets her hands seriously. ‘best two-of-three?’
you nod, and kazim rolls his eyes. ‘on shoot.’
it must be your lucky day, despite the fact that not one but two people have thrown up on you and you’re not even halfway through your shift. you straighten your lab coat, thankfully spared both times from the vomit, and ada shoves you — playfully — forward.
‘lieutenant,’ you greet as she walks purposefully out of the room she’d just dropped a new trauma off in, which ada is scurrying along to; she stops at the desk to finish filling out her report. 
she smiles, and you kind of go weak at the knees: she’s got freckles and her short, messy hair falls into her stormy eyes until she brushes it back, a little careless and so sexy, revealing the press of her muscles covered in tattoos against her tight fire department t-shirt even more than normal. it’s tucked into her uniform firefighter pants, held up with suspenders. ‘dr. fernandez,’ she says, and you have to stop yourself from swooning at the fact she knows your name. ‘how’s it going today?’
‘busy,’ you say, not mentioning the unfortunate vomit incidents. ‘but it’s worth it, saving lives, you know?’
her laugh is kind. ‘well, you guys do the hard part, i think.’
you shake your head. ’no, there’s definitely no way i could do even half the physical —‘
‘—vi,’ someone calls from behind her, an emt from her station with a perpetual scowl. ‘we just got another one. let’s go.’
she puts the pen down on the desk and smiles again. ‘well, duty calls,’ she says. ‘see you around.’
she’s off before you can ask her if she’d like to grab coffee, or dinner, or lunch, or anything. ‘yeah,’ you say, even though she’s striding off down the hallway. ‘can’t wait.’
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it’s the middle of the night, a few weeks later, when you see her again. she looks exhausted, slumped over at the desk, her hair darkened a little by ash, a smudge of it on her cheek, more along the neckline of her shirt. fire had just brought in a ton of people from an apartment building burn, and you just offer her a smile and a little wave as you rush to trauma bay 3 to help on an intubation. 
she salutes you lazily, friendly even at two in the morning, before she turns back to the paperwork.
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‘thank god it’s you,’ vi says when you walk into the trauma bay.
you try not to blush, but she’s gotten a haircut since you saw her briefly last week, and she’s got her shirt off, and you haven’t slept in twenty hours — she’s handsome, sue you. you had panicked a little, to be fair, when you heard that there was a firefighter coming in, and then you had panicked a little more when you heard her name. but it seems like she’s fine, sitting up and talking, looking genuinely annoyed at having to be in the room at all; her boots are still on. 
‘want to tell me what happened, and what hurts, and then we’ll get you out of here if everything is fine?’
she rolls her eyes. ‘i told them i’m fine already.’
you look at her side, where you can see some purple bruising already starting to form, and raise a brow.
‘sorry.’ vi sighs. ‘i’m just grumpy; this whole thing was stupid. anyway, a beam fell on me, i lifted it off and finished rescuing the dog, and now i’m here, waiting to be cleared to go home.’
‘a dog?’
vi laughs. ‘that’s your professional medical doctor takeaway?’
you shrug. ‘i like dogs.’ she seems like the kind of person who would like dogs too. you put on gloves and, after vi consents with a nod, touch gingerly around the bruising on her ribs. you do your best to focus on the medical task at hand and not the fact that you’re close enough to her you can smell sweat and ash but also something warm, palo santo and bergamont, or that you can feel the flex of her abs beneath your hands when you hit a particularly tender spot and she winces. fortunately, nothing feels broken; you’ll get an x-ray just in case, but she really does seem fine enough to be discharged. ‘how heavy was the beam?’
‘can we stick to dogs? i have one.’
you just wait, even though you so badly want to ask if she wants to go on a walk in the park; you would love to meet her dog.
‘a couple hundred pounds, i think. but it just glanced me.’
‘you… lifted it off yourself?’
her friendly smile turns into a smirk, and — god help you — she brings an arm up and flexes her extremely impressive bicep. ‘not just for show.’
‘i — uh. wow.’
vi laughs deeply, then grimaces. thankfully, your brain whirs back into action; you tell her that you’ll order an x-ray, but if it’s normal a nurse will wrap it and you’ll order her some painkillers that she’ll be able to pick up some painkillers at the pharmacy before she goes home. ‘you should be good to go in a few weeks.’
‘thanks.’
‘and, i’d, uh, i’d love to know more about your dog.’
just your rotten luck, your pager goes off, a huge trauma incoming, all hands on deck. ‘rain check?’ she offers.
‘please.’
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you look extra nice today, even though that’s always a risk in the ER, just asking for some gross bodily fluid to come flinging your way, because there’s some big meeting for funding for your department; you’d heard that the new head of all medical care in the region is trying to increase staffing and pay for nurses specifically — a huge win — and so everyone is on their absolute A game. 
you think it’ll probably only help your cause when you see vi at the desk, an elbow on the counter, leaning casually. her uniform is neat today, typical of what the department wears when they’re not on calls, and you’re about to walk up to her, to finally work up the courage to ask her out, when she stands up straight and then melts a little when she sees someone walk through the doors. your whole world kind of crashes down a little when that someone is tall and elegant and incredibly poised with a sharp, beautiful face and electric blue eyes, a white coat on over her turtleneck and neatly pressed slacks. 
‘hello, lieutenant,’ she greets vi, whose smile is so soft and fond you know it was always over before it began. 
‘dr. kiramman,’ vi says, leaning up, a little on her tiptoes, to press a kiss to her mouth. it’s short and professional, but intimate nonetheless. ‘got time for lunch with a lowly firefighter before your big meeting?’
dr. kiramman rolls her eyes but laces their fingers together, bumps vi’s shoulder gently, and they head out toward the courtyard.
ada slumps into a chair next to you. ‘wow. huge bummer.’
kazim slides in between, even though you both roll your eyes at him. he whistles. ‘dr. kiramman. you know she’s in charge of, like, everything, right?’
you knew the name, of course, everyone does, but you just didn’t know that she was young and gorgeous and, apparently, vi’s partner. 
kazim shrugs. ‘maybe they’re poly.’
ada shoves his shoulder and you say, ‘shut up,’ but you all end up laughing anyway. you go out for drinks later, after your shift is done and after dr. kiramman had pushed through funding for your department and pay raises for everyone, according to your chief resident, at least, and a hot girl gives you her number. there are more fish in the sea.
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one-bunny-a-day · 1 year ago
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30/11/2023
what're they dancing to?
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pyre-sea · 2 years ago
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More sketches that I forgot about: Notebook edition.
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amelias-art · 3 months ago
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babygirl herald of the apocalypse i drew at work (+ lines bc im pleased with how they turned out hehe)
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puhpandas · 2 months ago
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Bonnie
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undead-potatoes · 1 year ago
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Friendly reminder to all my queer peeps to be as weird and undefinable about your identity as your heart desires, the world is a better and more colorful place because of you and you make being queer such a joy, love you very much okay mwah mwah
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blacktofade · 2 months ago
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Okay, wanksgiving ghoulcy, please. 💖 How about: Lucy didn't know she could have the fun of her wedding night by herself whenever she wanted and the ghoul explains/talks her through it 🥰 maybe he's lacking equipment and watching her is how he gets his jollies maybe he's performing a public service idk 🤷🏻‍♀️
This request is already more than 100 words lol
“You think I need a cock to ruin you for anyone else?” Cooper asks, a smile on his face that doesn’t bode well.
He’s already tugging at her suit, unzipping it, dragging it down her hips.
“Give me your hand, girl.”
She doesn’t have the wherewithal to lift her hand, but it doesn’t matter, because he grabs it anyway, pulls it up toward himself.
He spits across her fingers, skin glistening, before he eases them between her thighs.
“I’ll show you things you could never’ve dreamed up in that little vault of yours.”
Lucy bites her lip and believes him.
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galwednesday · 8 months ago
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Removed a wasp from my bedroom without bloodshed. Peace and love on planet earth
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prismkat · 5 months ago
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Had a bit too much fun when drawing a variety of dees, now according to my friend I’ve accidentally made a version of Dee that snuck straight out of dimension MAB-3L
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walmart-miku · 1 year ago
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The sexism that bsd has Atsushi see Yosano face in the beginning of the series (when Yosano takes Atsushi shopping and Kyouka is introduced) is actually genius. It lets Asagiri blend together both irl Yosano and bsd Yosano, as irl Yosano was a feminist.
Also rereading this part after knowing her backstory is absolutely gut-wrenching because her anger at Kajii for not understanding the value of life is AHHHHHHHHH The foreshadowing for her goes so fucking hard.
and uh this panel actually took me out
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