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the pages are worn, smudged with dirt and the faintest traces of dried blood. katsuki’s hands shake as he flips through your diary, the one they found in the rubble, tucked away in the remains of your dorm. it’s stupid, really. stupid that he’s doing this now, when it’s too late. when you’re already gone.

he sees his name written more times than he can count. and at first, it pisses him off. pisses him off because you were supposed to tell him. you were supposed to be here.

he reads.

“first day at ua! there’s this really loud, really annoying guy in my class. bakugo. he’s cute as hell for someone so rude.”

his breath catches. his fingers tighten around the worn edges of the pages as he keeps going.

“he’s amazing. the way he moves, the way he fights—he’s going to be number one, i know it.”

“i think i might like him.”

and then it gets worse. because it’s all there. every thought, every little moment he never noticed, or maybe he did and just never let himself think too hard about it. the way you admired him, the way you saw him for more than just his explosions and his anger.

“i know he’d never feel the same. katsuki bakugo doesn’t fall for people like me.”

his vision blurs.

you idiot. you fucking idiot.

because he did. he did feel the same.

but now, he’ll never get the chance to tell you.

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"did he tell you what exactly happened?"

you frown at the sight over the woman's shoulders. your son, megumi, was staring at a paper in front of him that you couldn't make out. his left eye was clearly bruised, purple-toned and swollen.

"i'm sorry, mrs. fushiguro. i only came after i heard the students make a commotion."

you hadn't heard someone call you that in forever.

"it's miss. i'm not married."

"apologies, miss fushiguro. although—i've been meaning to reach out to you about megumi's performance in class lately. he's a bright child, but i noticed he's quite distant. disengaged from lessons, antisocial during free time. i hope that's something you can talk to him about…?" his elementary teacher stares at you with the same expression you've seen since the moment you'd been put in this role. pity.

we're worried about you and the baby.

no mother should have to raise a child alone.

someone ought to step in for him, find a man worthy to be his dad.

you've heard it all before. and all of it sickened you.

no one could have convinced you that your life was going to end up this way. you had dreams prior to your twenties of a life defined by a full home of laughter and joy, a partner you could rely on and luxuries you needn't worry whether you could afford to have or not.

"… yes, well. i'll talk to him, thank you for letting me know. have a good day." your mind was elsewhere as you took your tight-lipped son out of the classroom, and the silence stretched all throughout the car ride home moreover. you snuck a couple glances into the backseat and he still held that far away look in his eyes as he stared out the rainy window.

when you entered the dimly light apartment you two shared, you set his backpack and things on the breakfast nook. megumi could tell you were gearing up to say something, so he stops in the hallway after he's pulled off his ratty red tennis shoes. you wondered when exactly he'd learned that silence; swallowing his thoughts instead of sharing them with all the graceless honesty children his age were supposed to have.

"megs honey, c'mere."

"i'm okay, mom."

you give him a softly stern look and his mouth presses into a thin line. for a second, you see the argument forming behind his eyes, but he seems to think better of it. begrudgingly, megumi pads his way back toward the kitchen and climbs onto one of the stools at the breakfast nook.

you stand in front of him.

up close, the bruise looks worse and your stomach twists.

"who hit you?"

"it doesn't matter."

"megumi."

"he got hit too."

you blink. goodness, those public school teachers really don't pay attention. "thank you for letting me know, but that's not what i asked."

his gaze drops toward the counter. the refrigerator hums behind you, rain tapping unevenly against the balcony doors. you take a slow breath through your nose before speaking again.

"your teacher said there was a fight. she didn't see what started it." you pause, studying his face. "so i'm asking you, because i'd like to know what my kid has to say first."

something in your voice makes him look up and you soften immediately. god, he was so little. sometimes you forgot.

megumi had always carried himself with an odd seriousness that made people speak to him older than he was, so much so even you were guilty of it sometimes. he'd been tying his own shoes before the other kids in his class, packing away his own belongings without being asked, checking that the front door was locked whenever you came home late from work. he never even begged for toys or new gadgets, and that should've worried you sooner.

you reach out carefully, brushing your thumb underneath the uninjured side of his face.

a cute little pout formed on his mouth. "he was being annoying, okay?"

"you punched someone because they were annoying? that doesn't sound like you."

"makoto said something stupid about you." his jaw clenches. you knew the kid's mother, a rather standoffish lady you grew up with. born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

you know that face. it's the one with a stubborn furrow between his brows, the one he gets whenever he doesn't understand why the world refuses to operate according to the rigid sense of justice that reminds you far too much of someone you once knew. your son was never the violent type, but there were a couple things that he felt deeply passionate about.

you weren't oblivious, you knew there probably were questions from classmates. why doesn't your dad ever come to school events? where did he go? is your dad dead?

children were curious, but they were also capable of being cruel without knowing the difference.

"what did he say about me?"

megumi's eyes flick toward yours before dropping again.

"he said you must be bad."

your brows knit together in confusion. "bad?"

"he said it's your fault dad left us."

the words settle heavily in the apartment. you don't find words to respond quickly enough, so he continues.

"and he said his mom said women like you can't keep men."

you had gotten good at ignoring adults. from distant relatives with loud opinions that talked behind your back, to "well-meaning" acquaintances who had looked at you like your life was an unfortunate cautionary tale instead of something you'd fought tooth and nail to build. it was unfortunate children were malleable clay that parroted what they heard.

"so i punched him, 'cus that's not true."

your gaze snaps back to your son. megumi looks almost defiant now, chin tipped slightly upward. oh, your poor baby boy.

"he shouldn't have said it."

"i agree, he shouldn't have."

his expression changes slightly, surprised by your quick support. he was sure you were getting ready to scold him. "but you still can't punch people, my love."

"why?"

"because that's not how i taught you to solve your problems."

megumi slides off the stool suddenly, frustration working across his features. "he wouldn't stop, mom!"

"then you should've told your teacher."

"she wouldn't do anything!"

"you don't know that."

"yes, i do!"

the certainty in his voice catches you off guard.

"they always say stuff, and nobody cares!"

his face crumples for half a second before he forces it away. the anger dissipates, and you can see the tears forming in his eyes. your chest tightens painfully.

"hey… hey."

you crouch down in front of him. megumi immediately looks elsewhere. you knew he hated to cry in front of you nowadays.

"look at me."

you wait until eventually, reluctantly, those watery dark eyes meet yours.

"you don't have to defend me."

"i do, you're my mom."

you shake your head. "no, baby. you don't."

he hates when you call him that now. usually you'd get an immediate grimace, some irritated insistence that he wasn't a baby anymore. this time however, he says nothing.

"like you said, i'm your mom." your hands settle gently on his shoulders. "i'm supposed to protect you, you're not supposed to spend your day worrying about protecting me." you can tell he's listening. his lower lip is still trembling despite how hard he's trying to keep it still.

"you know what matters more than what they say? what you know." your hands move to cup his tiny face. "i know who i am, and i know who you are. nobody gets to decide either of those things for us."

you pull him into your chest without a warning and megumi stiffens instinctively, embarrassed by affection even in the privacy of your apartment but you don't let go. after a few seconds, the tension leaves his shoulders and his forehead presses into the crook of your neck.

"the next time this happens, you tell me," you murmur against his hair. "if your teacher isn't listening, then i'll make her listen."

"you'll embarrass me."

you smile despite yourself. "yeah, i probably will."

"mooom!" even though he sounded irritated, a muffled laugh escapes against your shoulder. there he was. your fingers comb gently through the spiky, shaded mess of his hair. you stand up, walking towards your noisy fridge and grab a frozen bag of peas from the freezer.

"now sit back down and put this on your bruise before your eye swells shut. can't have my kid looking like rocky." he climbs onto the stool again, obliging without protest. though, a question mark appears on his face.

"who's rocky?"

you groan. "honey, you're making me feel old."

the rest of the evening passes quietly. you make dinner and megumi finishes most of it while complaining that the vegetables taste weird despite them being the exact same vegetables he'd eaten two nights ago without complaint. you let him have the argument this time. after today, you figured he deserves one meaningless victory.

by the time the rain settles down outside, the apartment has grown warm with that particular nighttime stillness you'd learned to appreciate. the television plays quietly from the living room while you wash two plates in the sink, and megumi is sprawled on the couch doing his homework until you tell him to wrap up for bed.

when he's finally changed into pajamas and climbed beneath the blankets, exhaustion has taken over your son. his bruised eye still looks awful beneath the warm light of the bedside lamp, and even though you'd checked it several times throughout the evening, you find yourself inspecting it once more as you sit beside him and gently sweep his bangs away from his forehead. megumi tolerates the attention for a few seconds before sinking deeper into his pillow with a sigh.

"mom, you've looked at it like a hundred times and it still looks the same, i don't think staring is going to make it disappear."

"i'm aware that glaring at a bruise is not medically proven treatment, thank you very much smartypants." you chide, smoothing the blanket over his chest before your expression softens again.

"megumi, honey, listen to me because i'm being completely serious right now. i know i don't always have every answer. our life isn't exactly like everybody else's, but there has never been a day where taking care of you felt like a burden i wished i could put down. you are my favorite person in this entire world. even though i don't condone what you did today… between you and me, that kid deserved it."

megumi's mouth twitches slightly. "you said i shouldn't have punched him, but you also said he deserved it... i think you're sending me mixed messages."

you let out a quiet mocked gasp and gently pinch his cheek. "i said no such thing."

"you kindaaaa did."

"i kinda-absolutely-did-not! goodness, this conversation is supposed to be about how deeply and unconditionally i love you, you little menace."

that manages to get a small laugh from him, and the sound immediately fills you with happiness. you bend down and press a long kiss against his forehead, then rest your hand against his hair as you speak more quietly. "can i get an 'i love you' for the road?"

he watches you for another moment before mumbling an "i love you". you smile and brush your thumb over his temple before standing.

"goodnight, megumi."

"goodnight, mama."

the sincerity in his voice pangs in your heart. you hadn't heard him call you mama in a good while. when you glance back, he's already curling toward the wall with the blanket tucked underneath his chin. you leave the door cracked the way he still secretly prefers and stand there for several seconds longer than necessary, watching until his breathing begins to even out.

only once you're back in the kitchen does the weight of the day settle. you feel pathetic for letting makoto's cruel comment ruin your night, even more so because you know it wasn't really the child who'd gotten beneath your skin. perhaps, part of you still worried they were right. not about megumi—never about him. but rather about yourself. you stare at the half-clean kitchen for another minute before deciding you've had enough emotionally mature mom-ing for one evening.

"fuck it," you whisper to yourself, opening the cabinet above the refrigerator and pulling down the cheap bottle of wine you saved for moments like this. you pour yourself a generous glass and carry it toward the living room. after a few bitter sips, a knock echoes from the front door. for a few seconds you wondered whether you'd imagined it due to how late it was. another rap comes a moment later, heavier and more deliberate this time.

you set the wine glass on the coffee table and glance toward the hallway by habit, checking that megumi's bedroom door remains undisturbed before approaching the entrance. nobody you knew had any business coming over at this time without calling first, and the uneasiness gathering in your stomach only worsens as you lean forward and look through the peephole. your entire body goes cold at the realization. what a sick coincidence.

there was no logical reason for toji fushiguro to be standing outside your apartment after years of silence. you unlock the door but keep the chain latched, opening it only enough to stare at him through the narrow gap. "i'm assuming there's some emergency happening, because i can't imagine another reason you would think showing up at my apartment without warning was even a remotely acceptable thing to do."

toji's gaze moves over your face before flicking toward the chain. "wow, nice to see you too."

you almost laugh at the audacity. "you don't get to feel any kind of way right now, toji. i didn't ask you to come here."

his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. "if you're planning on turning this into an argument, save yourself the effort because i didn't come here to fight with you."

"unless you have something useful to say, i suggest you leave."

toji exhales through his nose, his patience already wearing thin in that familiar way that used to drive you insane. "can you open the damn door first? i don't feel like airing our personal shit where every fucking person on this floor can hear us."

you scoff in disbelief. you remember all those months passing without so much as a text message, and whatever sympathy that was threatening to surface disappears immediately.

"you gonna let me in or not?"

you stare at him for several long seconds before shutting the door in his face. there's an immediate thud against the other side.

"babe, seriously?"

"i'm taking the chain off, jackass. don't call me that."

the hallway falls quiet. you remove the chain and reopen the door, stepping aside just enough for him to enter.

"five minutes, toji. i'm serious. i've got work and megumi has school tomorrow. unlike some people, we operate with an actual schedule."

his eyes narrow slightly as he walks past you. "you always gotta throw something in there, don't you?"

"you give me plenty of material."

you close the door quietly behind him and fold your arms across your chest. there had been a time when toji's presence could consume whatever room he entered, when you knew the shape his jacket in the back of your mind and exactly where he'd kick his shoes despite you asking him a thousand times not to leave them in the walkway. now, he looks almost displaced.

his gaze drifts across the apartment and you hate yourself for noticing every place it lands. megumi's backpack is still on the breakfast nook with his homework folder peeking out, the corner of one worksheet folded where he'd erased too aggressively earlier. the frozen bag of peas sits abandoned beside the sink, already softened enough that condensation covered it. from your shared past experiences, he knew you always kept a spare bag when he came home from a bad job. toji's eyes linger there.

"something happen?"

you know better and should've lied because the last thing you needed was to give toji ammo to stay longer. alas, your honesty betrays you.

"megumi got into a fight at school." toji's attention snaps toward you so quickly that you immediately regret saying anything.

"what? our megumi?"

that jilts you. when did he believe he had any claim over your son?

you answer flatly. "he's fine."

"what do you mean he got into a fight?"

"i mean exactly what i said, toji. before you start working yourself up, i've already handled it and he's sleeping now."

his expression darkens. "just tell me what happened."

you exhale slowly and move toward the coffee table, reaching for your wine because you need something to do with your hands when you got on edge. "another boy said something, megumi punched him, the other kid hit him back. he has a little shiner, that's it."

"what did the kid say?"

you take an extended sip.

"mm, it doesn't concern you."

"stop, don't do that."

you look at him over the rim of your glass. "don't do what?"

"hide whatever caused this. obviously it fucking matters if a level-headed kid like megumi hit somebody first."

"interesting. coulda fooled me that you're the expert on my child."

the words leave your mouth before you can stop them and toji's jaw ticks. you know what strikes his nerve.

"see, there it is."

"there what is?"

"the actual reason you let me in."

you laugh humourlessly. "you think i invited you inside because i've been waiting forever for an opportunity to argue with you? trust me, toji, i've had plenty of mental arguments when you were gone and they were all more productive than this."

"then tell me what happened instead of playing games."

"i'm not playing games."

"tell me what the fucking kid said!"

you stare down into your glass. you wish, more than anything, that you didn't still possess this stupid, ugly desire for toji to hear what happened and react correctly. not violently or defensively, not with the same pride that had poisoned half your conversations while you were together. that small part of you that still loved him hard wanted him to understand and kiss away your tears and tell you it was going to be okay.

"he told megumi it was my fault you left."

toji's eyebrows pull together, and you continue before you lose your nerve.

"apparently his mother has some opinions about me, and like most people who don't know when to shut their mouth, she shared them where her son could hear. he told megumi that women like me can't keep men, and megumi punched him because he thought he had to defend me."

toji looks away, but you see it. that flash of guilt.

"that's fucked up."

you wait, but nothing else comes. your fingers tighten around the stem of your glass.

"that's it?"

his gaze returns to you. "what do you mean, that's it?"

"i don't know, i suppose i imagined there might be something more substantial. finding out your son got into his first real fight because another child was making fun of him and his mother for not having a father around means nothing, then?"

his expression twists. "don't turn it into that."

"turn it into what?"

"you know what i mean."

"actually i don't, so please explain it to me. i'm dying to know what exactly you're insinuating."

"you're making it sound like i wanted to fucking leave."

you stare at him. you don't even feel angry, just stunned.

"didn't you, though?"

toji exhales sharply, already irritated by the direction the conversation has taken. ""no, of course not. you know damn well that's not how it happened."

"that's funny, because i don't remember being given much information to work with."

his jaw shifts. "you knew what i did for a living."

"don't you dare."

"i'm not throwing it in your face, i'm saying you knew there were gonna be times i couldn't tell you everything."

"everything?" you repeat incredulously, lowering your glass. "toji, i knew you killed people for money, i think we were several miles past the point of expecting full transparency about your work." his expression tightens, but you continue before he can interrupt. "i knew what you were capable of before i ever decided to build a life with you, what it meant when you disappeared. i knew better than to ask names or know where you were going, and god knows i learned very quickly not to ask when you'd be home because half the time you couldn't answer me anyway."

toji's gaze drops.

"you'd leave for a three day job and come back after five, and we'd fight about it because i was worried sick spent those extra forty-eight hours wondering whether something had happened to you. you gave me lousy apologies and we'd move on. those were our bumps, toji. i understood because i had no other choice."

"this wasn't like those jobs, it was high risk."

you laugh quietly, but there is nothing remotely amused in it. "high risk and you took five fucking years."

you hated stating it literally because the duration of his absence felt easier to manage when you didn't give it a time. time blended together more kindly that way, reduced to birthdays and school pictures and clothes megumi outgrew rather than one enormous stretch of life in which toji simply did not exist. a blip where your husband should have been. instead, you lived life like a widow.

"i couldn't contact you, it was too dangerous."

you study his face waiting for signs of bluff, but toji isn't lying and that made it worse.

"and not knowing nearly destroyed me. you don't know how hard it was to care for megumi without knowing whether you were alive or not."

your words shut him up. you set down the glass before your hands can fail with how badly they've begun to shake. you press your lips together, but the emotion has already climbed too high in your throat to force back down.

"i didn't know whether you were somewhere choosing not to call me or whether you were lying dead in a ditch."

"i wasn't dead."

"fuck, i know that now!"

your voice jumps before you can stop it. your eyes dart toward the hallway. the anger drains from your face and toji notices.

"baby, i was trying to come back."

"i said stop calling me that. i don't care because trying didn't help me when megumi had a fever and i was so terrified i stayed awake all night to make sure he was breathing. or when i had to choose between missing work and watching him because daycare fell through even though i wasn't making rent that month."

"did you not get the money i sent you? i thought it was covering something, but—"

"what money are you talking about?"

the irritation that had been taut across his features falters. "the money i sent every month."

you stare back at him with such complete disbelief that his brows slowly upturn, and the horrible realization begins creeping across his face before you even have to answer him. "there was no money. not one cent from you showed up after you disappeared. if somebody convinced you otherwise, then congratulations on trusting the wrong person with the well-being of your family."

"that's not fucking possible. he told me it was handled."

a scoff. "congratulations, you were scammed."

toji drags a hand down his face as he turns away from you, and for once there is no immediate rebuttal, only restless movement as he paced the room. "i left enough to cover the apartment for a long time. i sent it in portions so it wouldn't look suspicious. the whole point was making sure nobody could trace anything back to you or megumi."

"well whoever you trusted clearly decided he needed it more than we did, because i spent the first year after you disappeared selling half the shit we owned just to keep us from drowning."

his head snaps back toward you. "if i'd known there was even a chance the money wasn't getting to you, i would've found another way."

"i don't care about the money, toji!"

toji goes completely still. you let out a shaky breath before continuing, an ache growing in your stomach. "i showed him pictures of you when he cried. i would tell him fairy tales about where you were, but megumi got older and smarter and knew they were pathetic excuses. he stopped asking about you."

"it fucking kills me inside that i missed everything. please, you have to give me a chance."

you blink.

"tell me what i missed. i already know saying i had reasons doesn't magically erase what happened. but he's my son and you're still my wife, and maybe that doesn't mean shit to you anymore—but it means everything to me."

his gaze made you stir still after so long, and the anger between you seems to collapse beneath the exhaustion of finally saying something neither of you had been willing to acknowledge.

"he looks like you when he smiles." your voice cracks when you say it. "every single day he gets closer to looking like your copy. there were so many nights where i'd cry myself to sleep with a picture frame of you. i don't hate you, toji, and that is part of what makes this so fucking unbearable. i needed my husband."

the confession rips out before you can reconsider it. you feel a tear roll down your cheek and finally realize you'd begun crying. he steps closer, slow enough that you could easily move away, but your heartbeat stumbles and you stay put. his hand lifts toward your face, cupping your cheek and you instinctively lean into the touch. his knuckles brush carefully beneath your eye to wipe away stray tears. you should stop him.

your shared muscle memory moves faster than good sense and when his mouth finds yours your body answers out of pure habit. your hand catches automatically against the front of his shirt, and you lean your entire body into the feeling. then reality hits. you pull back so quickly that your shoulder bumps against the edge of the wall, and the sudden nausea rising through your stomach forces you to press one hand against your mouth while the other shoves weakly against his chest.

toji moves away immediately. "shit, i shouldn't have done that."

you stare at him through watery eyes. the look on his face makes you feel worse because he doesn't appear triumphant or smug or even hopeful, only devastated that you seemed regretful.

"i'm sorry."

"you need to leave."

"i swear, i wasn't trying to push you into anything."

you wipe furiously beneath your eyes, your demand still standing. his gaze shifts briefly toward the hallway before returning to you, and the longing there is so obvious that it feels invasive even though he makes no move toward megumi's room.

"just don't let him forget about me, even if you don't tell him i was here tonight."

he pauses.

"i will always love you. to my dying breath."

your face crumples before you can stop it. "get out."

toji's expression breaks slightly, but he nods and pulls the door open without another word, leaving with a click.

you lock the door the instant it closes, your knees finally giving out. you sink onto the floor beside the entrance with one hand clamped over your mouth because the first sob leaves you far louder than you intended. you press your palms against your eyes until colors burst behind them, desperately trying to keep yourself quiet enough that megumi won't hear.

however, you don't hear the faint movement from the bedroom down the hall. megumi stands barefoot just beyond the edge of the living room, mostly hidden by the darkness stretching, with one hand curled tightly around the doorframe and the blanket he'd dragged with him gathered against his chest.

he had woken sometime around the first raised voices, disoriented enough that he'd nearly called for you before recognizing the unfamiliar man's voice coming from the living room. his father had been standing inside their apartment.

and you, his mother, was sitting on the floor beside the front door with her face buried in her hands because of him.

he doesn't approach you. instead, he watches with tears gathering silently in his own eyes before retreating toward his bedroom as carefully as he can manage, closing the door behind himself and crawling beneath the blankets without turning on the light. i hope the bruise stays, he thought to himself. i don't want to look like him.

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[glassesghosties]

ty for the tag!! hammerhead and also tiger shark for youuuu ✨

okay npt: @lusxnei6 @swiftievolturra @7975348473 @myphycopharmacologist @ink-stained-ambition @sharkykahu @mayonaisie to everyone i've tagged multiple times today, apologies

[lusxnei6]

omg tyy for tagg u def give me lemon and whale shark vibesss

okok now me

nptss: @chaosplatypus, @narcissanarcissa, @boldofyoutoassumeicanspell

im so sorry i keep tagging yall tdy

[narcissanarcissa]

hehehe all good lowk funsies

okay definitely a hammerhead shark ykk 🤭🤭

okay my turn plspls

@faithinlina @lusxnei6 @thememedaddy @samaranotsamaira

[aburntcookie]

Tag game!!

Put a fun fact about you, and tag moots!

I play the Trumpet and Piano, but no one ever believes me when I say I can play 😭.

@rubystar999 @sunofafish @euni-nyx @strawbxrrypies @annabellescreation @hollow-nautilus @catcgamingyt @nocturnalsighting @abandon-asthma-inhale-clouds @isntthatmarvellous @kaeyasyndrome @cryaboutit666 @sh1n3yy @lifeserieswatcher @cee-watches @allhailgoldenchicken @multishipper33 @merthaevelynk @splendibugzz

[i-do-anything-but-write]

I have a teeth gap. The doctors tried to close it twice, but it turned out to be pretty strong

@elronthemage @sunflowerrosy @pio-birb @loftwingofcrimson @butterfly-teacup @bookish-kiwi @philanthropicalsundog @lemedstudent2021

[sunflowerrosy]

I used to have a tooth gap but it’s closed up after my wisdom teeth started coming in

I have two little white spots in the middle of my front teeth that the dentists have no clue what they are because they’ve migrated to the bottom of my teeth and they say they shouldn’t have moved lol

@the-ellia-west @elronthemage @rockellex @northernhealer @butterfly-teacup @loftwingofcrimson @the-actual-timberwolfe @thebookishkiwi + open tags!

[loftwingofcrimson]

Ty for the tag Sunny & Star! ( @i-do-anything-but-write)

I can play the piano & my teeth are a bit stained yellow from sucking on vitamins heheh

@onyxswamplegacy @djmistic7 @shadoweddream @thatonelulegendfan & anyone else!!

[thatonelulegendfan]

Uhm uhm uhm.

Let's see...

Should we go depressing or fun..?

BOTH.

I've had three surgeries in the past three years (for a stupid stomach problem)

I've been in 18 musicals! Technically speaking I've been in 24 stage shows (musicals/plays specifically)!

Uhm @burnininhell @newsiesiswhyimhere @creative-mage @livvylupus + open tags!

[rinsacreature]

because of open tags >:3

I've ALSO had three surgeries, but not in the past three years (i had one a full month and a bit ago)

I play trombone and the ocarina

I'm a competitive cheerleader of nearly 14 years now i think

and uh. I learned how to read in english through playing pokemon black :3

@liamket @codyis-not-cool @plateapus @hyruledwarriorr and opent tags because i have a godawful amount of mutuals

[doyouwantmoreparmesan]

bc open tags

I can play flute and have been doing competitive swim for over 10 years

@zeta-finnish @madd-hatter @misspeachjelly @strawberrycarpcake @inferno-the-skywing +open tags

[zeta-finnish]

Sure, why not.

I can speed draw decent art in 1-2 minutes.

I have over 2,300 hours on The Binding of Isaac

And i've never had my first kiss.

@amir-of-choccymilk-elias @coffee--spill @astracaedes @er-idkhehe2 @weirdo-offical

[weirdo-offical]

okay hi

uhh let’s see

i’m a missionary’s kid, and i’ve been to 4 different countries, and about 128 hotels.

i have also never been kissed

@silly-little-arson-frog-offical @cornstarch-offical @kiwi-thefruit @im-bad-at-names-okay

[was-the-grink-there]

Uhm uhhhh

I had five wisdom teeth rather than 4

I was in a commercial when I was 12 or 13

I have in fact been kissed and I have mixed feelings about it because it was kind of gross but also weirdly exhilarating

I own like 60+ pairs of socks

My joints are intensely crackly for some reason and I can’t move at all without something popping or clicking

I’ve met Jason Mraz

I can do a really good impression of Stitch from Lilo and Stitch and Theodore from Alvin and the Chipmunks

I used to eat grass, paper, and crayons as a small child

@flicksuniverse @impisback-tellafriend @subtletwilighteternity @bardorsomethinglikethat @causalshapeshifter @bookworm2011 @catastrophiccblues @ryan-reynolds-is-my-wife @raventhecrispy-offical @ieatgoobers

[the-pancake-dicegoblin]

I can knee board and do really simple crochet

@ink-stained-ambition @katie-mcgrathfan @queerbookbitch +open tags

[6-crows-in-a-trench-coat]

Uhhh…

I have a record player and the Arcane s2 soundtrack vinyls.

My first concert was a Cavetown concert.

And I really like blue raspberry flavored things.

@obsessivebookwormalert @myphycopharmacologist @glassesghosties @investmentofmyheart

[myphycopharmacologist]

I don’t know enough about myself for these but that’s okay

I have two guitars that I’m embarrassingly bad at playing? Chords and a few scales is my peak. Also I can’t last longer than about fifty minutes without lip balm

@randylastname @strawbxrrypies @ink-stained-ambition @glassesghosties @raven-cyclist @turnip-for-the-books @imactuallydivine42

[glassesghosties]

i got double tagged in this (@ink-stained-ambition ) so im gonna do it now yes

okay uhhh i've got a bracelet that i havent taken off since 2023 that i'm half-sure fortells my death and also a pet lizard who is technically my sister's. thats good right

npt @swiftievolturra @lusxnei6 @7975348473 @sharkykahu and whoever else wants to join bc i feel i frequently forget some moots.

[lusxnei6]

hihi ty for taggg

ummm

i'm a singer! I've performed at this rlly big concert hall in my country too anddd idk bro i love to read and write

i've won a national poetry competition pretty recently so yay

nptt: @narcissanarcissa, @chaosplatypus, @boldofyoutoassumeicanspell and anyone elsee

[narcissanarcissa]

why are the expectations so high im crine (tyty for tag)

but uhhh

ive won multiple awards for sports, and dance, im captain of a few sports teams (i dont like putting that out in public a lot vut no one knows me here so!)

and hey I broke 3 of my teeth in a skating accident, so now I js have vampire fangs 🥰

for tags : @thebolterx @anitalenia + open tags!

[vetckkie]

girl get off that c.ai and embrace the 'x reader'

[slavery]

[macbethz]

Fuck I’m at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and I’m probably going to win a medal.

[seananmcguire]

BURN BAGEL BURN

[gothiccharmschool]

OH WHY NOT?

[harukami]

I need to follow up to say I reblogged this last night, and this morning I got some of the best news of my life, like, a life dream come true news thing.

Bagel what are your powers

[acabosetotal]

FUCK, I though it was just another lucky meme but LISTEN. Since a week ago I was waiting a phone call to confirm me if I got a job or not in my university. I reblogged this yesterday’s night “just for fun and because I don’t want any bagel to be mad with me”, and today’s afternoon, while I was losing my time as always, the professor I was supposed to work with called me and asked me for my personal information to start working with her.

THE BAGEL POWERS ARE WAY TOO MUCH FOR THIS WORLD

[token-white-friend]

I GOT A JOB THE DAY AFTER MY QUEUE POSTED THIS THE FIRST TIME AND I JUST REALIZED IT WHEN I SAW IT AGAIN HOLY GOD

[noodle-dragon]

The bagel hasn’t let me down yet!

[tentacles-and-coffee]

Let’s see what you can do bagel

[unicorn-of-mischief]

Go, bagel!

[donaweasley]

Wheeeee!!

[merainytwo]

I’m about to go to bed wish me luck

[potatoheartsyou]

hey maybe if i reblog this the guy i’ve had a crush on since fucking FOREVER will finally ask me out bc there’s like a huge carnival in my town rn and my bff and his bff are going together on a date so maybe he’ll finally take the hint and ASK ME THE FUCK OUT (i am not delulu i swear he likes me back he keeps sending me these insanely flirty texts and he bought me pizza and watched ten things i hate about you with me)

[mogamoka]

Superman & Batman scene redraw

[kaihasmoreswagthanyou3]

everyone write your top 3 current vocal stims and then tag a few others??? pwease???

I’ll start

“SOMEBODY KEEPS GETTING SPARKLING WATER AND I DONT KNOW WHO”

“tHaNk yOu yOu aRe riGhT”

“who the fuck is ruby?”

@seizesthegay @toastiegotburnt7272 @biteygremlinanon +open tags

[chillingasavoidcat]

was not tagged but feel like sharing

"You'll die :D" (that one house blooper)

"I can't work under these CONDITIONS" (star kid hunger games musical ?)

"[No, she might die because I had the bad luck to spill your fucking] oooo I better not say that..." (again a house blooper)

@axi-the-tapeworm @sunshine-snake @finnslay @rusty-spooooooooon @very-annoying-crow @jannahamma @opal-and-stolas @skeletal-spire-man @solspotted @hexesandwyrmwood @justa-goose @anomymous2 @ellie-star @iridescent-dragonfruit @vox-is-me @queen-of-sapphics @calcium-is-screaming2 @niktokof @venuscrashed14 @rickythegreenbean @wowthatsreallycrazy +open tags!

[sunshine-snake]

can't think of many that i'd really count as vocal stims, but here

"Yeppers" (just me)

"CRAP! *ahenm*, i mean fuck" (inside joke, that came from me saying that)

singing the piano intro bit to A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton

open tags! (who i'm tagging below the cut) :) /nf

@beanzdabean @gaysnake43 @iicor @yourlocalavian @wiltingtu1ips @ver-astroii @autopilotangel @toadfree @maedaeeee @elilovestrafficsmp @iwishfishwerereal @biteygremlinanon @nerd-alerts @mcytobsessedshine @foxeroni @purrrrplecats @bucket-of-axilotl @fledgeheart @goodtimeswithshane @sea-jellie-thoguhts @ellie-star @ihavebeenstrippedfrommywhimsy @dawn-but-different @opalizedninjacat @vivaciousmessypixie @chocolate-croissant50 @mare-the-gupxolotl @cherryseed7 @merthaevelynk @blue-jay27 @i-had-a-bad-feeling @sparkleblast73 @lavendersongz @kitkat-moon-flameflower @raynilikescats @vinyl-cat @sparkleblast73 @em-the-mushroom815 @twistinghalo @skystarstudios @peskybirdonxy + anyone else :)) /nf

[raynilikescats]

"helloooo! I'm verity, your personal helper friend! Ask me anything, I know everything!!"

The entirety of Daisy Bell

"(Name) Needs to lock the FUCK in, statement"

:333

@starryfoxglove @aries0nmars @adenethewriter @utterlyobsessedwitheverything open tagsss

[aries0nmars]

What the fuck

woaaahhg woooaaaaaah WOOOAAAAHHHH

IS THAT A REFERENCE????

@peskybirdonyx @deltenner @starryshroomx @onealonelynumber @strawbxrrypies @multishipper33 + open tags <3

[multishipper33]

• my x hashtag my x #myx

• e-yyyyyerrr done.

• it’s a full moon tonight (but only when it is categorically not a full moon)

@genderless-spiderlily @its-that-gay-fox @abolisolation @asterlynn2728 @somestrangestone because SOMEBODY tagged the whole group

[genderless-spiderlily]

lets go gambling! (i dont know where this is from)

woaow (ALSO dont know where this is from)

(old stim) the fuckin. slimecicle corn video. YOU KNOW THE ONE (i stopped saying this one but for a while my friend would turn and narrow her eyes at me if i so much as said “my name is”. love her)

@deltenner @akianatora @vividcomet @kypar1ssos @rye-rice and open tag!!

[deltenner]

OH MY GOSH THE SLIMECICLE CORN VIDEO YES

uhhh… for me?

”son of a-” but like. A very specific way of saying it. Yes it’s the one from the hypixel skyblock experience thanks

“do me a favor, die for me” yes including the accent

“Joy and whimsy!” This is from a freaking warrior cats fandub video that I watched forever ago but for some reason it stays

Calling the cavalry because this is hilarious (did my best not to double tag but also eepy so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

@mekayk @lunar-l30 @ivysbea @phoenixrainsfire413 @deyna-d @ashess0 @mellohithe-musicdisc @keyriingz @bi-r-a-r-a @monster-of-the-margins @butterfly-teacup @teoda-hesperides-garden @rainbowfeather314 @starlitnight864 @error-403-sammy @amillefolium @cee-views @unablebagel @trafficjamming9 @iicor @smallblueowl @sparkleblast73 @starluvvss13 @aspengrovethechaotic @alexlovesaxolotls @myphycopharmacologist @burnersmileyface @elronthemage @autophobiastar @theharvestgoddessdemeter @showmetothefandom

[myphycopharmacologist]

Thanks for the tag!

1. “Awwwhhhhh shucks” emphasis on the sshhh

2. “I’m the king of the swingers oh, the jungle vip”

3. “WOOOOooooAAAAooooo” from Steve le poisson

(Bonus points to “scaramouche scaramouche will you do the fandango”)

@randylastname @strawbxrrypies @glassesghosties @ink-stained-ambition @lazarus-typing @raven-cyclist @imactuallydivine42 @turnip-for-the-books @starry-eyed-stag

[glassesghosties]

tyyy ahaha

(High pitched slow chanting style) H-O-T-T-O-G-O, youu cahn tek mi hoooot tu goow

(From Hamilton, with heavily and purposefully butchered American accent) Laurens is in south carolina, redefinin' bravery~

(RP english accent) What the fuck. HWOT the FOCK.

(or anything from hamilton rly ngl)

Npt @lusxnei6 @swiftievolturra @sharkykahu @7975348473 + anyone else!!

[lusxnei6]

oohh this is fun hahahah

wicked lyrics so much random wicked lyrics

OOOOOdysseus of Ithaca....do you know who i am

well thats too daym bayyd (with an exxagerated accent)

npttt: @narcissanarcissa, @boldofyoutoassumeicanspell, @chaosplatypus

[narcissanarcissa]

these posts are reasons im on tumblr 🥰

okay uhh pretty recent ones:

"tOo sMaRt" - martin cortis

"i MeaN its AlrIte" - idk where this ones from i js love the way he says it

literally every line karasu says in bluelock 🙈

(stress reliever) EEEEEHAHGGUGGGHHHHHUUYYGGHHH (efficient and i love it)

anyways:

taglist : @fathilina @thememedaddy @velvynnne @cortismoon + open tags!!

[worst-roommates-ever]

[icarusredwings]

Me because I died 11 times medically.

[jamesdeanbby]

me cuz i was clinically gone for 27 seconds lollll

[thememedaddy]

[velvynnne]

god bless the awkward girls who cant flirt (me)

[unholyblissafterdark]