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Honestly fuck AI for making me have to go on and on defending the dignity of toil like I’m some kind of protestant
🍉Data sources under the cut🍉
I have been thinking about third year hinata and kageyama FAR too often lately so here’s a drawing and a silly sort of comic that wouldn’t leave my mind ;))
This is true. The frontal lobe uses as much as 30% of your daily caloric intake. Imagine if every day, you had to max out on frontal lobe usage just to cope with reality. It puts the nervous system into a stress situation and this further affects the body’s ability to use calories efficiently.
Being neurodivergent or disabled means masking, and masking is incredibly difficult for the body. It’s also very demanding on the brain.
Also “you don’t look autistic” is fucking stupid and ableist to say.
Running ActLikePeople.Exe is fucking EXHAUSTING, let alone ActLikePeopleExpect.
The Doctor!
Some suga rare ship fics I’m reading on AO3 that I think more people should be reading (and making sure to leave appreciative comments to the amazing authors)
Three is a Good Number by @alfrenna. It’s IwaOiSuga. Lots of fluff. Just a feel good fic. Maybe a slight splash of “angst” right before they get together, but everything is very smooth and just nice and lovely (and spicy).
Across the Ages by euphobio. It’s SugaYaku. A reincarnation fic and the pacing and dialogue is just very good.
Adronitis by @alfrenna. It’s MatsuSuga. A Yakuza AU that’s gearing up with all the goodie tropes and it’s only just getting started.
I am sure there are a lot of other amazing suga rare ships out there with lovely fics, so please, share with the class 🍎
Bisan's recent post. I think it's important for you to read it. Tonight 03.12.23, journalists in gaza share their last messages. There are no words to describe the horrors unfolding in gaza right now.
I no longer have any hope of survival like I had at the beginning of this genocide, and I am certain that I will die in the next few weeks or maybe days. I have been sick with severe viral infection for days and cannot move from the mattress!
I suffer from nightmares that are so closely resemble reality that I no longer differentiate between reality and dream.
I live in a world other than the one I claimed to be building! I am a community activist who lived on the fantasy that the world was free and just, and I sought to bring rights not only to my people, but to many men and women in third world countries!
I was shocked that I was not from the third world! Indeed, we are the most humane and moral! Yes, because the world approves, supports, and finances the genocide we are being subjected to, legislates it, and gives reasons for for 58 days! While we are a people who have been living on occupied land for 75 years and are still searching for our rights and communicating our voice to the world!
My message to the world: You are not innocent of what is happening to us, you as governments or peoples that support Israel’s annihilation of my people. We will not forgive you, we will not forgive you, humanity will not forgive you, we will not forget, even if we die, the history will never forget .
A Message to friends: Thank you and the supporters around the world. You have been compassionate and very strong. We ask you not to lose hope, even if the world seems completely unfair and your efforts have not yet resulted in a ceasefire.
textile
Cultures/periods: Chimu (?) Chancay (?)
Production date: 900-1430
Made in: Peru
Provenience unknown, possibly looted
Textile fragment; cotton plain weave ground with paired warps; camelid supplementary weft patterning; feline figure; cream and black.
British Museum
KITTY
The ancient kitty speaks to me. I must stitch him. I’ve tried my hand at recreating the pattern for everyone’s stitching joy:
The feminine urge to hyperfixate on oisuga but never finish the sketches 🫡
Tokyo College Au where somehow found their old uniforms and decided to take a photo without the other knowing it
I love these two so much and since I'm still craving for more content I decided to share these doodles
we're excited to show everyone the zine's name!
the zine name is inspired by our setters' own journeys within the story, as well as our very own. ikigai is a love letter for the story that has taught us to find our purpose and happily live it 🏐🤍
sign-ups open in 24 hours ☀
ikigai is a free digital zine hosted by the sugawara collective! more details will be released soon⭐
something is happening with these three setters. and, much like hinata, we are very curious 👀🔆
launching soon 🐰🫐🌱
sailor captains (and tuxedo suga!)
based on an AU by my friend jared and i (link to the fic in the replies!)
Suga Month 02/02 - UshiSuga
I want you to be my boyfriend.
The words replayed in Suga’s head over and over and over, and even now, while he sat alone in his apartment, he stares dumbfounded at the wall. Because Suga was certain he had made it clear that he wasn’t the relationship type, he had said no.
Ushijima had seemed upset, but he respected Suga’s answer. He thanked Suga for the time they had together, making it clear he was not interested in a friends-with-benefits situation anymore. Then he left with one last kiss.
However, Suga now questioned his decision. There was an emptiness in his apartment, in his heart, that had not been there, and it wasn’t as simple as finding a new person to sleep with. He missed Ushijima.
He wanted Ushijima. Wanted to be with him.
“Fuck.”
Suga sprung from his bed and ran to his door, slipping on his shoes and grabbing his keys. If he was going to do this, it had to be now. Lucky for him, he knew exactly where Ushijima was going to be because he was supposed to be there, cheering him on from the pit.
If he hurried, he could make it in time to watch the end of the race, even with the traffic. When he arrived at the track he swerved into the back lot, going right up to the gate.
“Sugawara-san?” a worker said, recognizing him from the many times he had been there with Ushijima.
“Hey… hi. Make sure that doesn’t get towed!”
He didn’t stop much as he ran to Ushijima’s crew, where he knew he would find Tendou with a headset. They were all too enthralled in the race to notice him coming, and Tendou shrieked when Suga grabbed the headset off him midsentence.
“Hey! What the- …Suga?”
“Hi, I need to talk to Wakatoshi.”
“Now? This couldn’t have waited?”
“Yes now,” Suga informed him, and he put the headset on, listening to a confused Ushijima.
“…number sixteen doing? …Hello, Satori?”
“Wakatoshi, you know, the least you could do is be losing your race.”
Beside him Tendou scolded him for saying such a thing, but Suga swatted him away.
“Koushi?”
There was a mix of surprise, but Ushijima said his name the way he always had. It was soft and strong, determined, powerful. Suga always felt invincible when he heard his name like that. He felt he could do anything, be anything. Two days without hearing it and he realized how down he had felt.
Suga composed himself, watching Ushijima keep his lead with his competitors just behind him, waiting for an opening Ushijima was not likely to give.
“Just imagine how great it would have been if you were losing, then you hear my voice on your headset telling you to get your butt in gear,” Suga explained. He was going to tell Ushijima it would be something out of the romantic movies, but then he would have to spend fifteen minutes explaining all of the tropes. A pointless conversation because Ushijima would still not understand what would be entertaining about those things.
“Would you like me to start losing?” he asked.
“No, not now. It wouldn’t be authentic now. I’m just saying it would have been nice to see since it would show you care,” Suga explained.
“Koushi, I do care.” The words have Suga holding his breath. It wasn’t a surprise, but he liked to hear it. He liked the way Ushijima said it. And he loved how the next thing out of his mouth was, “I am just an excellent driver.”
Suga laughed. “Yeah, I guess you are.”
Tendou was motioning for Suga to give the headset back or get on with whatever he was doing because in his mind, Suga was a distraction.
“Listen, I want to be your boyfriend.”
“But you said-”
“I know what I said, Wakatoshi, but I am changing my mind. I miss you. I want you back. I want us back.”
Silence.
Unnerving silence that made Suga’s palms sweat. He figured Ushijima would have said yes right away. That it was a no brainer because he was the one who asked in the first place.
“Fuck…” Ushijima whispered to himself. “Hey, Koushi, darling, yes to us, but can you hand the headset back to Satori?”
“Fiiiiine,” Suga replied, taking it off and handing it back over. “It’s for you,” he said to Tendou.
Suga wasn’t sure what exactly they were doing because if he was being honest, he wasn’t sure what strategy there was involved in racing besides trying to keep the corner. So he just waited, watching Ushijima hold onto his lead.
He could barely contain his excitement as Ushijima passed the finishline, meeting him in the winner’s circle. Suga ran to him, wrapping his arms around his neck for a kiss. Ushijima held him close with one arm, the other holding onto his newly won trophy.
“Is this the part where I tell you that I will always win my races for you?” Ushijima asked.
Suga smiled, shaking his head. “Wakatoshi, win or lose, you have me.”
Suga Month 02/01 - KitaSuga
The wind bites at Kita’s cheeks, but it is a feather touch compared to the ache in his chest.
It wasn’t that this day was unexpected. Kita knew one day he would be here, kneeling in front of the family gravestone to find his grandma’s name now etched into the stone. None of that made it hurt any less. He hadn’t been there in the end. He wasn’t able to go to her funeral. He never got to say goodbye.
Kita thought he had made peace with this a long time ago. When he began his career as an agent, he knew he would have to separate himself from his family in order to keep them safe. The people he had once been so close to turned into strangers, but it had been worth it as long as they got to live.
Confronted with the death of his grandmother, seems didn’t feel as simple as he pretended them to be for so long. Despite being so good at being alone for so long, Kita couldn’t do it anymore. He wanted to get out—to be able to be with his siblings and their families. Kita longed for loud dinners around a long table and games played into the late hours of the night.
“You shouldn’t have come here,” a familiar voice spoke.
Sugawara doesn’t startle Kita. He expected someone to show up once he showed his face. No matter how careful he could be, someone always found him.
“I needed to pay my respects,” Kita replied.
Footsteps moved a bit closer, though they’re hesitant and heavy, almost as if Suga is mourning as well. “I’m supposed to kill you.”
It’s a statement, not up for discussion. Kita lowered his head, waiting for Suga to say he was sorry before he gave the final blow, trusting Suga would make it painless and quick.
But nothing happened.
Kita looked back, watching Suga drop to his knees next to him, a small bouquet of flowers in his hands. “You’ve been real stupid lately, Shinsuke, and that was always supposed to be my role.”
“Maybe I felt it was my turn to keep ya on your toes,” he replied.
Suga sighed, setting the flowers onto the stone. They had so much history, and Kita had thrown it all away when he betrayed the agency (though he would argue that they betrayed him). Still, it didn’t matter how it happened, just that he and Suga were on different sides now. The once unstoppable pair now meant to be sworn enemies.
“You have to disappear for good. Promise me,” Suga begged. There were tears welling in his eyes. He was mourning too.
Kita gave Suga a weak smile. “You know I try, but you’re just too good. You always find me, Koushi. Maybe you should stop looking.”
“Maybe you should be better at hiding. Half the time I am not even trying.”
They shared a small laugh, possibly their last. But if this was going to be the final time that Kita got to see Suga, he wanted to do what he never got the courage for before.
When their laughter quieted, Kita leaned in. His eyes glanced down to Suga’s mouth, catching Suga catch his breath. When he was so close his vision blurred trying to focus on Suga, he shut his eyes. He knew Suga was right there; he could feel his breath on his lips. There was but millimeters between them, a small distance that Suga had to close.
He didn’t. Kita listened to the shuffle of Suga’s feet and he moved back and stood up. The footsteps retreating away until Kita was alone again with the ghosts of his regrets.
Opening his eyes, he turned back to the grave, finding a small rectangular object wrapped in paper and held together with twine. Unraveling it he finds a USB drive, and scribbled on the paper is a note:
Don’t die.
35.5547592, 134.7514886
— / Four Years Later / —
Kita heard a rustle in the leaves—too heavy to be that of a rabbit, too light for that of cattle, and too quiet to be that of his ducks. His hand reached for his pocket knife, but he didn’t turn his head. Careful, waiting, he continued with his task, reaching for another sack of rice.
There. Just to the left, he heard the sound again. Kita turned around and threw the knife, not aiming for exactly where he thought the intruder was, but close. It flew past the figure and hit a nearby tree.
“Quite the aim for a rice farmer,” Suga greeted, stepping out from his hiding spot.
“Call it beginner’s luck,” he joked back. “Are ya here t’ kill me?”
“And why would I kill a local rice farmer?” Suga said, taking a few steps back to retrieve Kita’s knife before walking over. When he hands it back, Kita sees a scar on Suga’s arm right where a tracker had been.
“Ya left the agency?”
“You know of the agnecy? Weird,” Suga mused. “You know, it’s funny. You look like this picture of this mysterious Kita Shinsuke the head of the agency was obsessed with finding. However, this person just did not exist. There was no record of his birth, no images of what he looked like. Even when they uploaded a new photo it disappeared instantly. Tore the agency apart, and they got sloppy. A bunch of people left, and it just crumbled.”
Kita shook his head, wrapping an arm around Suga’s waist and pulling him closer. It had been the flash drive Suga had left him that had erased Kita’s existance. The coordinates on the paper led him to this farm, once abandoned but now lush and lively. Kita had no idea how long Suga had been planning things—if he had known what he gave Kita the power to do would lead to demise of the agency (though he suspected he did).
“That is very strange because I am Kita Shinsuke,” he said.
“Well then”—Suga wrapped his arms around Kita’s neck and leaned into him—“I guess it’s a good think I am no longer ordered to kill you as I work for no one now.”
Kita smiled. “Jobless? There’s lots of work on the farm.”
“I was thinking I would like to be a cute little farm husband.”
The confession wasn’t a surprise to either of them, but it had been unspoken for so long that it took Kita’s breath away. Suga was there in his arms, and he wouldn’t have to let go anytime soon.
“Dinner first, then we can discuss marriage.”
Suga chuckled, “I can work with that.”
And finally, they kissed. Their first kiss. The last first kiss Kita would ever have because it was only ever going to be Suga. For the rest of their lives.
Sometimes the poop is just so dense that when he go to check out the size, it’s disappeared, likely sunk down the drain but you’ll never know for sure
