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A war that happened in the frog appreciation group chat im in

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yes im aware that if i want ppl to req stuff i need to write smth so they see my writing style. however currently all my ideas are cringe and mid and i need better ones.

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my english teacher: (shows us a trippy documentary about romantic poets at 8am)

me, two coffees deep and seeing the withered corpse of god on the floor in front of me: this is fine

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a short list of things that have given me, an agender person, gender (?) euphoria recently, but they get less and less comprehensible:

my gf calling me 'boyfie'

my friend who usually uses she/her pronouns for me calling me 'they'

i have hair on my legs that is kinda visible

when i was halfway through taking my eyeliner off and it was all smudged around my eye

i got new shoes and theres a bit inside thats neon green

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whats the worlds most uncomfortable feeling and why is it sitting on the toilet on your period and feeling a chunky blood clot fall out

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new win! both of my hips just clicked at once

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roommates au

modern au + college roommates.

it's 3 am when you hear a knock on your door.

a knock, and not a ring from your doorbell. that, at least, tells you it's someone you know and not a murderer out for your blood, because you know only one person who thinks you can hear someone knocking on your doorstep all the way from your bedroom.

you drag yourself out of bed with much reluctance, groggy from sleep as you slink to the door. with a few quick turns to open several locks, you pull the door back, revealing a familiar silhouette.

“hey,” kazuha greets, equally as groggy as you were. “sorry i came without notice. i couldn't see any buses, and i can't afford a taxi this month, as you know.”

“you talk too much. just get in here.”

this has happened enough times to be considered a regular occurrence. kazuha's a good friend from college, since you shared several classes together, and you're close enough to allow him to crash at your apartment.

this strange guy is... not the richest person around and couldn't afford the places nearer your campus. hell, he took so many night shifts just to afford basic necessities. you don't have the heart to let him wait for the bus and possibly cut off more of his time to rest, so you told him it'd be fine if he came over once in a while. but admittedly...

“it's really annoying when you wake me up,” you complain, scratching your head. kazuha flinches at that, face crumpling into an apologetic expression.

“oh... i... sorry.”

you retreat back into your bedroom and kazuha feels awkward, now a little lost on what to do. he has always thought he couldn't keep leeching off your kindness, and that staying over your home all the time was intrusive, but he didn't... expect to be told something like that so coldly. he supposes you become more honest when you're irritated.

then you come out of your room just as he was preparing to lay a mattress. you toss him an item he couldn't quite see properly in the dark, but he catches it with his fist easily, though he's a bit confused. “what's this?” kazuha holds it up, tracing its circular shape, and is startled to see keys dangle from the chain. he blinks his eyes, trying to check if he was seeing it right for good measure.

“my spare,” you casually answer, yawning. “you don't have to wake me up or whatever when you come over anymore.”

he stares at you in astonishment and you don't even acknowledge it because you returned to your bedroom right away, leaving him dumbfounded.

“...if it's like this...” kazuha admires the set of keys in his hand, blushing furiously at the item symbolizing your trust in him. “...why don't we just live together...”

by all means, it is already like you live together.

he leaves clothes at your place, ready for him to use because he comes over a lot. heck, he has his own tiny closet.

then you even have his body wash in your bathroom, and other skincare products you kept giving him. (“i don't need these, [name]-” “kazuha, your skin is gorgeous. it'd be a crime not to take care of it, so for the love of god, just take these.”)

you keep beer in the fridge, along with fresh groceries that kazuha uses to cook you meals, and-

with each thing he lists, kazuha wonders why you aren't roommates yet.

when he suggests it at breakfast after you gave him your spare keys, you were way too quick to agree with it. like you didn't have to think at all.

and so the cohabitation ensues.

frankly speaking, nothing hasn't changed aside from him getting a proper bed and that he had someone to split the rent with.

you're pretty much acting like his sugar daddy whenever you get groceries together, though.

“kazuha, please. just take one pack of candy.” “you don't have to buy anything for me-” “JUST ONE. and we're going shopping tomorrow, there's a sale.” “i haven't received my salary yet.” “it's on me.” “wha-” “your birthday present.” “my birthday is two months away.”

and he's grateful, he really is, so he shows his appreciation by doing more chores and cooking the meals you like, learning the recipes he doesn't know yet.

you don't know how he prepares breakfast when he has so much shifts at the weirdest hours possible, and he looks like a zombie every time he comes home.

but he does, and when you wake up, there's always a plate of thick, fat pancakes lying on the table, glazed with golden honey and a can of whipped cream laying next to it. complete with a sticky note, ‘i'm passing out after this but i hope you have a good day’ scrawled on the paper. “this dork,” you snicker, “he's like an old man. he could've just texted me.”

he's unexpectedly fussy when it counts. he somehow always knows when it's going to rain, doesn't matter if the weather report that day stated there was a low chance of precipitation, and he's never wrong about it. he forces you to take an umbrella and acts like the world will end if you didn't wear a jacket.

you wear the one he hands to you, begrudgingly so, and you earn weird looks when you walk into campus.

not necessarily for the reason you're thinking.

“why are you wearing that?” your friend stares at the hoodie you're draped with.

you laugh awkwardly, scratching your cheek. “i know, it's weird to wear it when it's so sunny.”

“no, i meant- why are you wearing kazuha's clothes?”

...okay, so that makes sense.

“are you two...” they narrow your eyes at you. “sleeping together?”

“wha-” you choke on your own spit. “what the hell are you talking about?!”

well, you are, but probably not in the way they're thinking.

you're a light sleeper, but kazuha's worse than you are. he's not very fond of loud thunder.

you didn't particularly mind the lightning cracking outside, but you open your eyes when you hear a knock on your door. you sigh, but you're not seriously upset.

kazuha's there, as you expected, with a pillow in his hands. his expression is unreadable.

“what is it?” you rub your eyes, somewhat half-asleep.

“there was thunder, and...”

kazuha doesn't know what he came for either. he sought for comfort, but what did he intend to do here?

“okay.” you gesture for him to come inside, and at first, he's hesitant, but you didn't seem to mind and your room looked so inviting compared to his empty space, so he follows after your lead.

he did not, however, expect you to invite him to your bed.

“huh- do you want me to sleep... there?”

“yeah, why.”

that didn't sound like a question at all.

“but- are you sure-”

“point is, you don't wanna be alone, right? hurry up, i have an exam tomorrow and i need to sleep.”

that makes him feel more urgent and he thoughtlessly does as told, but he regrets it slightly because your bed is warm, too warm, and oh, all of a sudden his face is too.

is this really okay... he thinks to himself, embarrassed for his actions. it's his fault it came to this situation.

but you pull him close, and the thunder is deaf to his ears. your heartbeat is steady, terrifyingly calm under these circumstances, and yet his own is racing in his chest, a rhythm that makes him worry if he's going to die from a heart attack.

still... it's warm. it's comfortable. it has always been, when he's with you.

he falls asleep before long.

the next morning, rays of sunlight peek through the gaps in your curtains, and your phone buzzes on your bedside table.

you know it's your alarm, but you can't move, and this time it's not an excuse to stay in bed for longer, because you physically cannot stray an inch from your current position.

when you open your eyes, the first thing you see is an angel.

a pretty angel with soft hair, long lashes, and a pair of lips way too close to your face.

it's kazuha. of course it is.

but you think it's fine like this, with your arms wrapped around his shoulders and his hands lying loosely on your waist. it's fine to be curled up beside him on your bed, tangled between the blankets.

it's fine if you spend everyday like this, right?

“ah, damn...” you curse quietly, tucking kazuha's hair behind his ear. “i want to wake up to this face all the time...”

and you do, for a long time.

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Asking your best friend if they would ever consider dating you

Characters: Suna Rintaro, Kuroo Tetsuro, Bokuto Koutaro, Kozume Kenma, Oikawa Tooru, Miya Atsumu x GN reader

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sometimes i just think about iwaizumi hajime and get all warm and fuzzy inside

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~~ shelving labels ~~

library.nav - helping you get around the library

library.event - events hosted by the library

library.rec - books from other libraries that we recommend

librarian.chat - musings and conversations of the librarian

librarian.lovenotes - chat with the librarians friends and mutuals

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my genshin acc is a joke and im not laughing

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jealous of the leather strap that’s around diluc’s thigh </3

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he accidentally texts his date

iwaizumi, bokuto, oikawa, tsukishima, atsumu, akaashi ; gn!reader

warnings/genre: swearing, fluff

notes: i’ve been having trouble with tags lately, so reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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if you want me to be fun at a sleepover everyone needs to leave me alone for like four days beforehand so my social battery and all my extra portable ones can charge, otherwise ill go to bed at 9 to get away from people

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look at my fuckin comissions today

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i cant stop thinking about this picture. he looks like a personified cat that just got woken up from its nap

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ayo hot take: people owe you nothing (outside of like. the law and money). but you also do not owe them anything. nothing is stopping you from being as rude and awful as possible to me, you dont owe me kindness. but i dont owe you the reaction you want. i dont owe you tears or sitting there and taking it. i can fight back. i can laugh. i can never speak to you again. we are all entitled to do as we please. being kind is like an investment. if i am nice to you, its more likely you'll want to be nice back. if you arent? well, i never owed you being nice, and i can stop if you give me reason to