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hehehehehe

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new hsr save time

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Idk if someone's already told you but season 3 is in two parts, that was only the first half

TY FOR TELLING ME?! bro like i was SO confused bc like that’s SO FUCKING MUCH CONTENT they’d be skipping and i haven’t seen much of anything regarding a 2 parter, i’d only seen rumours way back last year that they were going to be cutting melon out entirely and i was SO UPSET bc that’s literally like half of the manga??

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ur telling me that not only is beastars s3 OUT but it rlly is the final season AND SOMEHOW ENDS IN THE TATTOO PARLOR.

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why is no one pointing out that when ekko asked alt silco and alt vander ‘didn’t you try to kill him?’ he was saying it to silco, but they both thought he meant vander because silco hadn’t tried to kill vander there

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wtf why is it december

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it hasn’t even been 24 hours since thanksgiving ended and my sister’s setting up the christmas tree. that being said i just hid the elf for our parents to find

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god what is writing smut

me sitting here 1.5k into my second jayvik fic after not writing character slash in at least a decade

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me sitting here 1.5k into my second jayvik fic after not writing character slash in at least a decade

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no bc wdym they were the last thing the other saw, heard, and felt.

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nobody talk to me.

OH GOD IT’S OUT.

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oh no mr machine herald … don’t show me ur glorious evolution …

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OH GOD IT’S OUT.

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Anyway i can't sleep so it's time to tell you that shinso truly falls in love with being a father figure to your son the night both of you are incredibly sick.

he comes over to your apartment unexpectedly; you hadn't contacted him all day, which was strange, but not alarming. when he arrives, he can hear the coughing for the hall.

the two of you are sick-- very sick. your son's lungs rattle with cough, burn with fever. your adult body handles it better, but shinso can tell by that look on your face that you have a migraine and probably the same damn sickness.

"hi, shinso," the baby creaks out, more docile than he's ever been.

"i should have texted you," you rub away tears with your palm. "it's been-"

"it's fine." He doesn't let you finish. "let me get you your pill for your headache."

"s'out."

your son coughs again and the sound hurts Shinso's teeth. he doesn't know what to do about that. children need special medications, right? he isn't sure.

and you don't seem very sure what to do either. shinso had forgotten that parenthood isn't instinctive, but learned. you always made it look so natural.

"what do you need?"

"sleep," you croak out. "but he keeps waking himself up with his coughing and I-"

"I'll stay with him. The clinic opens in a couple hours, I'll take him."

Usually, you'd argue a bit. You're so used to parenting alone that you aren't good at accepting help.

but illness sits heavy on you. you just nod and slink away to your room, leaving him and your son. the two just look at each other, eyes wide.

"can-" he has a sniffle and a whoop of a cough. "can you w'rub my back?"

and shinso does. he sits there for hours, with his wide hand against too hot skin, rubbing little circles over and over until the boy falls into more coughing fits.

in the morning, he wrestles the boy into his winter coat and bundles him in his arms before carrying him down the city streets. little arms circle his neck and cling on tight and ahinso feels this pang in his chest, this echoing feeling.

hes always cared for your son, but it's never struck him before that he loved him. he squeezes him tighter and adjusts his hood against the winter air.

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He ended up looking fabulous, not cool and bloodied

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the way im crying at 11am rn bc i realized out of nowhere that one day my little sister and i won’t share the same last name anymore 🥲🥲

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i. i am caught up.

me starting arcane rn