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[6okuto-moved]

i write so you know i love you

🧺 #27: "handwritten letters" with akaashi for @shobvrry :D

the first letter akaashi wrote for you was a short, anxious confession slid into your locker, folded neatly with a star sticker to keep it shut.

i just wanted to say i like you, and i’d like to take you on a date sometime if that’s okay with you. please don’t worry if you don’t feel the same way, but also please pretend you didn’t read this if so. thanks for being my friend. i’ll see you tomorrow :)

he didn’t expect to see you waiting for him after practice that day, the familiar paper in hand. with his ending request, among a dozen catastrophizing explanations stood one reasonable for your presence—

“i like you too, ’ji,” you said a little faster than practiced, heart stumbling at the sight of him.

it was sunset as you held the letter in one hand, and for the first time, keiji’s hand in the other on your way home—pink and orange ribbons of light finding a temporary home in interlocked fingers and brushing arms.

the confession is still carefully tucked away in a box of other gifts and letters you’ve received—the first in a section just from him. he could’ve easily texted at least a third of them, you pointed out once, a few days before your first anniversary, but he only shook his head. it was the romanticism of it all, and—

“what if you texted back right away? i wasn’t ready to handle that, i probably would’ve thrown up or ran away or something.”

his feelings after your first date, a request to see you after school a month after, then the letter celebrating your one month anniversary exactly 31 days later.

they built and built—words pulled from an endless well of love and poetic prose in hopes of capturing just how much you meant to him. you still like flipping through them all, on anniversaries or an otherwise insignificant thursday afternoon.

seeing the different decorations and envelopes and letter lengths throughout the years, only keiji’s handwriting remains the same throughout. it’s the same one that writes “i hope these aren’t sour,” “don’t forget your project by the printer,” “i hope you have a good day :),” and i love you, i love you, i love you.

so when your four year anniversary nears and he makes a remark about his gift, you ask “another letter for me?”

keiji stills, fingers slowing down as they flip the next page in his novel—dostoevsky, you think. his index and thumb start to pull the corner (not enough to fold, but reminiscent of what he does to the hem of his shirt when he’s nervous anyway.) “maybe?”

he fixes his posture, sitting up straighter on the couch. “is that…i know i write them a lot, huh? would you like—”

“no!” you shake your head. “no, i like the letters a lot, keiji, i promise. i just,”—you move next to him and frown—“i hope you don’t feel like you have to write them, you know? i don’t know how your hands don’t hurt a lot after. you could type them out and i’d be just as happy.”

but keiji shakes his head, and it feels a little similar to three years ago. “no, that’s not the same at all. i want to write them for you,”—he closes his book with his thumb as a bookmark, the other hand moving to hold yours—“that’s what makes them special.”

“plus formatting them digitally wouldn’t be any easier than my double-sided tape—do you want to take the joy of tape and stickers away from me?” he raises a brow and squeezes your hand in his.

you snort. “okay, you know what? fair enough.”

and keiji pours a lot of honesty, of himself, into his letters, but maybe one thing he’ll keep a secret is how often his hand cramps and red indents and cuts form on his fingers. because it’s inconsequential in the end, really nothing in comparison to the bright smile and hug you give him when he hands you the next letter a couple of weeks later, carefully folded in an envelope with a star sticker on the front.

[spicyraeman]

don't have the spoons to respond to everybody, but I just wanted to say I really truly do appreciate everyone who sent me a nice ask or reply. It really means the world to me rn

[10-dutchies-12-bicycles]

yesterday i was thinking that maybe friendships are like playing the piano. sometimes you drift apart but then after a few years of not talking its lovely to reconnect again

[premamelody]

[chrollohearttags]

I’ll be back fully active once I get a new phone. This one has such a shitty battery and I cannot use this app without it draining like crazy. But I do have a bunch of fics coming 💕

[dearparadigm]

hi hi hello! first off i must apologize for being (kinda) mia (╥﹏╥) had a few family things to take care of and am going to a concert which is occupying my every waking thought 😭 i will officially be back tomorrow! that being said, i want to make a yeonchella plot call! i'd imagine sungmin would work as an event photographer on friday and/or sunday (not saturday because he WILL be seeing wave to earth and yves), but he'll definitely attend the official afterparty! maybe rope him into going to more parties...? who knows… this post is already long enough sooo... reply with an emoji if you want to plot!! and thank you for your patience 🙇 more ideas under the cut! alcohol mention below

* he's been asked to take promo photos by antares and gets paid with... a free kiss?

* he's not someone who camps out during the festival, but he has stumbled over someone's missing shoes that were haphazardly strewn across the lawn. maybe they're y/m's shoes, or maybe they're the start of a breadcrumb trail to the shoe thief...?

* he might be able to be bribed into being a personal photographer for y/m for a period of time. smiles

* somehow, he got roped into going to the afterparty at nuri hall / the rec center pool by somebody and ended up drinking a little too much, so now he's cutting loose. let's get messyyyy!!!!

* he may or may not remember what he did the next day... either way he's so embarrassed. there are a lot of pictures of y/m in his camera roll now??? what happened???

* now something wholesome: sharing blankets under the stars together <3 maybe y/m knows constellations well? pls yap to him at night it'll be so cute

[johnslittlespoon]

hii tas ch11 beta-ing is complete :smile: posting todayyy

[yinyuedijun]

I am like dying rn from burnout and menty b stress like I need to curl up under my heated blanket and just hang out with you guys so bad 💀 miss u all

[hoonvrs]

Girl acted like he ended the next 5 generations she was boutta produce 💀

-🌜spam

hoon finally starting to stand up to fuck ass engenes EVERYONE CHEERED

[goodmorningglory]

my genshin uid is 67959976 :]

hsr is 621818873 !

[faeryaesther]

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[whitehartlane]

guess who's back lol i'm just gonna keep this short - thank you everyone for your kind messages and i'm sorry for being awol and worrying some of you. my shit 2024 has bled into 2025 with a vengeance. i've got to do something supremely difficult tmrw and would appreciate it dearly if you could keep me in your thoughts and send me a bit of strength. i hope you're all having a good start to the year! spursblr 4eva 🤍

[simsbli]

this is not a wcif but just wanted to check in and say i miss your sims and posts so much, the little esposito family was such a delight to see and i hope you come back on twitter some day or at least find a safe place for you to share your beautiful soul with us and people who loves the work you put in. I saw the answer you gave about making a new account with one follower just to share, and honestly I’m so certain many people would follow even if you were in private. Or even on Patreon if anything, I’d absolutely PAY to enjoy your content in a way that makes you feel safe!

Either way, I hope you are doing okay and I’m sending you love and warm regards. ౨ৎ

hey so i am SO SO incredibly grateful that u feel this way abt me and my content. like seriously i just sent a ss of this ask to my friends bc it made me tear up, this is so sweet and kind of you to say 🥹 all of it really. thank u so so much. sims has been a hobby for me for the longest time (literally for half of my life) and getting to share my sims and my gameplay and people actually caring about it enough to say things like this is little 8 year old me's dream come true tbh. i can't even express how thankful i am for how sweet you (and everyone else in my ask box) has been, the only thing i can do is say thank u a million times :')

[ultra-violetra]

one of the things I would love to make is a writer's bootcamp / critique circle where people get grouped together based on things like genre, age category, writing stage (i.e. outlining, 1st draft, editing) where you submit something weekly to show your progress and get critique or even just positivity from your group. and there would be deadlines to encourage accountability and getting. stuff. done.

is there interest in this? would anyone want to help me make something like it? i don't think I could do it on my own

edit: if you'd like to join, click here

[avichor]

tumblr pausing my music every time is actually going to make me homicidal

[johnslittlespoon]

hii happy pride month, have a little 'you're a dog (i'm your man)' chapter four snippet as an apology for radio silence <33

“Did I wake you?” Gale asks, glancing at John apologetically, but John looks up from his effort to avoid muddy puddles to shake his head. Gale supposes it’s a silly question; John sleeps like a rock, dead to disturbances made by anything other than his own brain.

“Just my sixth sense,” John says, shrugging and shooting him a small smile. Gale snorts.

“You got a radar for me?” He teases, and John smiles wider, eyes crinkling.

“Built in,” he answers matter–of–factly, raising a hand and making a fist over the center of his chest before dropping it, returning his vigilant gaze to the uneven ground. Gale stares for a moment longer, floored not for the first time by John’s apparent obliviousness to the weight of his sentimentality.

Even knowing John how he does, it’s always unexpected coming from someone who a stranger might assume to be brazen and surface–level; John’s loud mouth and wandering hands do him no favours in that regard.

But Gale does know John, like an extension of himself half the time, and still he manages to render him speechless. The way his heart flutters as the sentiment hangs in the air makes Gale want to reach down his throat and squeeze it until it never beats again.