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[no-brain-just-akutagawa]

we're all in this together

[ID: An edited Lord of the Rings scene. In the first picture Gimli labelled "manga readers" says: "Never thought I'd die fighting side by side with anime-onlys." In the second picture Legolas labelled "anime-onlys" replies: "What about side by side with a friend?" Gimli labelled "manga readers" says: "Aye... I could do that." End ID]

[oacest]

a selection of noel certified dilf pics from twxtter user noelcakes23

[seraphirism]

3rd Anniversary - 18 days to go!

[yookihh]

💿 AY-YO NCT 127, 2023

[an-albino-pinetree]

My brother extremely normally reminding me, that my birthday is in four days 👍🏻

[flyingwargle]

countdown to origami hearts: one week!

the moment that suna crumples on the gym floor, osamu feels his world become unbalanced.

he watches his upperclassmen carry his unconscious friend out, their coach following. an arm slinks around his neck, his brother's voice close to his ear. "kita-san is givin' us a break. c'mon."

atsumu guides him to the bench, where a pensive silence has fallen over the remaining athletes. ginjima gnaws on his water bottle, mumbling, "we shoulda said somethin'. he was actin' weird all week."

we tried.  osamu and atsumu tried intervening, but suna was undeterred, as if he could resolve his problems, alone. but it ain't that easy.

"let's stop by the shrine an' get him an omamori," akagi suggests. "they have one fer good health, right?"

they nod in agreement. osamu remains still, wishing there's more that he could do than pitch in some yen for an omamori. something more...personal.

he and coach escort suna and his aunt to her car before returning to practice, although it doesn't last much longer. "take care o' yerselves," coach tells them upon dismissal. "i don't want any more o' ya collapsin', all right? don't hesitate ta talk ta me of ya need ta."

atsumu drags him along to the local shrine, a short walk from the downtown area. a shrine maiden hands them an omamori for good health, waits patiently as they each fetch coins for to pay. "who wants ta give it ta suna?" kita asks.

"us first-years can," atsumu chirps. "'samu an' i are in his class, so we'll see him tomorrow, an' gin's right next door."

"all right. gin, can ya hold onto it?"

he nods, pocketing the omamori. osamu remains quiet during the walk back into town, contemplative. he glances at atsumu when his twin falls in step with him. "sunarin's gonna be fine," he says. "ya don't gotta be so worried."

"i know. i just wanna..." he trails off, blinking at the bright store sign from a block away. "hey, can we go in there?"

osamu jogs ahead while atsumu says goodbye to their teammates. walking through the aisles, he becomes flooded with embarrassment, especially when he finds what he's looking for, greeted by a range of materials and colors.

footsteps approach him. "whatcha lookin' fer?" atsumu inspects the shelf. "origami paper? when did ya learn origami?"

"not me, idiot. suna. ya know, he's always holdin' those cranes an'..." osamu shakes his head at his brother's blank look. "never mind. i think he'll like it."

he grabs a pack of origami paper, along with a few notebooks. atsumu doesn’t comment, joins him in a solemn silence all the way home.

ma greets them when they enter through the front door. “welcome back. did practice run late?”

“nah, we went ta the shrine ta get an omamori fer sunarin. he collapsed earlier,” atsumu replies.

“oh, dear. he doesn’t have family here, does he? who’s takin’ care o’ him?”

“his aunt came ta pick him up. she lives nearby, i think.”

“that’s good.” ma relaxes. “put yer bags down. dinner’s waitin’.”

atsumu moves from the genkan to go upstairs, but osamu remains rooted. suna hasn’t eaten anything properly in weeks; would his aunt be able to make something for him? what if he has to eat dorm food when it wouldn’t help him recover? is there somethin’ i could do?

“osamu, baby, what are ya doin’?”

he jumps at ma’s voice. “i’m thinkin’ ‘bout suna,” he mumbles. “i wanna…i wanna make somethin’ fer him. he hasn’t been eatin’ well, an’ i wanna…i wanna help. what’s the best thing fer him ta eat?”

ma softens, reaching forward to take his hands and guide him away from the door. “that’s thoughtful o’ ya. hm…yer grandmama would make me udon if i wasn’t feelin’ well. d’ya think he’d like that?”

“yeah, i think so. i’m gonna make some–“

“calm down, baby. ya need ta eat, too. lemme help, so ya can eat at the same time.”

osamu nods, dropping his jacket and bag by the couch, rolling his sleeves to help with preparations, shoving rice and beef into his mouth every so often. atsumu watches from the table with his own dinner, and by the time he’s finished, ma is pouring broth into a thermos, and osamu is putting lids on all the containers. she wraps it all in a cloth, ties a knot on top. “here ya are, baby.”

“thanks, ma. i’m gonna go drop it off–“

“hold yer horses. i’ll drive ya; i don’t want the food ta get cold. just lemme grab a jacket an’ car keys.” she hustles out of the kitchen, and osamu follows to pull his jacket on. atsumu finishes the rest of the dishes, turns the faucet off and carries the bundle to him.

“sunarin’s important enough ta get a special food delivery from ya, huh?”

“piss off, ‘tsumu. i’m not in the mood.” osamu takes it from him, shoving his feet into his shoes.

“i’m not jokin’.” his twin’s tone turns serious, eyes dark with sympathy. “text if ya need me ta bring anythin’, or whatever. i care fer him, too. it’s just…ya care fer him more.” he doesn’t give osamu a chance to respond, simply steps away when ma returns to put her shoes on. she slides the door open.

“we’ll be back in a bit,” she tells him. “watch the house.”

he nods. osamu catches his eye, a glint in its depths. turning his back, he follows ma to the car.

the drive is brief, and before long, he’s unbuckling his seatbelt to climb out. “don’t wait fer me. i’ll take the bus back,” he says.

“fine, but if it’s late, call.” she touches his arm with a small smile. “give suna-kun our best, yeah?”

“i will.” he’s about to close the door when her voice makes him pause.

“he must mean a lot ta ya, fer ya ta do this.”

osamu doesn’t have an answer, doesn’t know how to explain the twist in his gut that has yet settled, how he feels an overwhelming need to ensure that suna is okay, so that they can play together again, share laughs, mirror each other’s smiles. all he does is bow his head, and mumble, “yeah. he does.”

ma pulls away, leaving him in front of the dorm. with a breath, he approaches the gates and enter the building.

[sixdegreesofbali]

RBR have 4 more weeks to sort their shit out, cause I'll be going to the Austrian GP in 4 weeks🥳️

I'm excited regardless though. Looking forward to the roadtrip itself and seeing mountains again. Never driven 10+ hours before, so that'll be interesting😬

[dailysudeikis]

4 MORE HOURS TO GO!!

[m3ab]

family pictures

[808-i-likie]

The wait begins, 365 364 days 🎃 🖤

[911-prideweek]

Countdown Started: 7 Weeks until 911 Pride Week!

We look forward to celebrating pride with everyone, including those rare pair creators out there! 🚒🏳‍🌈

Reminder that the prompts and rules can be found here. Only 7 weeks to go!

[lancerious]

Ten days until my bday :>

[kirstein-alice]

and now we wait for January 17th........

[effervescent-fool]

THREE DAYS.

[romanticallyghosting]

night!!! i love y’all <3 sweet dreams

16 days until my birthday!!

[rinitachan]