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Room clutter in studio ghibli films.

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what artists dont tell you is that every compliment is actually 100 compliments because they'll go back to re-read it 100 times and it'll make them feel fuzzy all over again every single time

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Honestly, my cottagecore obsession began with Strawberry Shortcake. Like who doesn't want to live with a cat in a house shaped like a strawberry?

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Do you think Kageyama looked up to Akaashi because he reminded him of Iwaizumi?

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Kuroo is always yelling at Kenma to sit up straight. Like this pudding cat boy sits like a shrimp and no one can convince me otherwise.

Kenma: 🦐🦐🦐

Kuroo: SIT UP STraigHt 👹

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Anya definitely tried the "my dog ate my homework" at some point and was met with a deadpan look from Mr. Henderson and a threat of another tonitrus bolt.

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Bokuto has a degree in gender studies and I refuse to believe anything otherwise. This himbo exudes nothing but man written by a woman vibes. He's a raging feminist and you best believe he always loses his mind when women talk to him about volleyball.

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OMG I never noticed that 😭 omg omg omg omg this only makes me think of the random places she's put the stickers. Like Loid opens the shoe cabinet and there's one on his shoe. And all the poor man can do is sigh ✋😭

I'm convinced Anya, at some point, has decorated Yor and Loid's paperwork with stickers. Loid also found an empty peanuts packet in his briefcase.

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I'm convinced Anya, at some point, has decorated Yor and Loid's paperwork with stickers. Loid also found an empty peanuts packet in his briefcase.

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Living Room. Watercolour painting from 2019.

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lemon flavored scones | ushijima wakatoshi.

summary: he is forty five, and love tastes like lemon.

the word love dissolves in his mouth at age forty five, for what feels like the nth time. only now, he tastes it. the consonants and vowels of your name, and the aftertaste of lemon from that scone he always hears you talk about from that corner store down the road.

ushijima doesn’t remember the name or the specifics, the look of the scone, but he tastes it now.

love is a burst of lemon, the first and last letter of your name, and the scent of your scarf bundled up to your neck at this winter. and this morning, upon the daily five minute reminiscing he has over his morning coffee, he was seventeen and sounding out love, thinking the face is his classmate who sat in front of him during his last year. it wasn’t. love was the illusion that spring’s sakura brought in shades of pink. and over lunch, he was twenty five, and clapping at satori’s wedding, thinking that perhaps all love would ever be are the fruit of his passions staring at him in front of a mirror, hanging as gold on shelves. then at the stoplight, on the way to you, he was thirty seven, walking alone down the same road that he walked just an hour ago, thinking that the height of his love, in this world, would just be a word in his mouth that dissolves and stops. that there would never be a taste at the moment, and an aftertaste to be remembered. a flicker, a sample, a light tug, but never that pull.

so it’s funny, that at forty five– today, and right now, love is sparked with a taste and a sight. love is this start. a fumble of words, like, “did i kiss you okay?” “shall i walk you home?” and a quiet minute, before taking your cold hand in his pocket and walking with you, giddy, like he’s twenty again and on his first date. 

but then again, forty five is just a number, and love can be sakura or lemon scones regardless of the season or decade. and ushijima thinks that more than anything he wishes to walk through this slowly, around the block, right beside you, so he can savor the lemon he’s never tasted until today.

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Time-skip Atsumu and Bokuto get drunk together and sing (mumble) Tokyo Ghoul's opening track.

Akaashi has a tendency to complain about Bokuto to Bokuto when he's drunk. All Bokuto has are heart eyes as he's told he really needs to learn how to make origami because Akaashi likes origami ducks.

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Art by oretsuu

Posted with Permission (reprint/edit and/or commercial use prohibited)

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I just know Ushijima would get his partner a bundle of coriander instead of flowers.

According to Ushijima logic, why give flowers that would wilt in a few days when I can get them something they can use while cooking. Flowers are temporary, CORIANDER IS FOREVER.

Please don't ask me why either of us are so passionate about coriander 😌

OK now i need to get back to work 😭

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Everytime Atsumu gets a call from Kita he instantly straightens his posture. I'm sorry but no one can convince me otherwise. Like Kita has instilled that in the twins 😭

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Itadori has golden retriever energy

Megumi has cat energy

Gojo has unhinged parrot energy

And that's all I have to say on that matter