no more shohei ohtani rules wtf
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no more shohei ohtani rules wtf
there is such a torturous beauty and hate in loving something unpopular and wanting it to be popular so you have more media to consume but also knowing deep down the masterpiece you created in quiet whispers between likeminded people would instantly be destroyed and spit on if it became popular.
this is what lazzo was. the day of judgement for all the fatui instantaneously by the *entire* genshin fandom.
the webttore fans had it the hardest. (and still do honestly because media literacy is dead and you’re instantly a horrible person for liking a villain without a redemption story. apparently. no if, ands, or buts)
it’s such a unique wave of emotions to have something happen like that very suddenly without any inkling of notice
especially watching previous fatui haters switch up and start swooning because most of the harbingers got turned into sexy anime woman/man
“do you wanna know what i’m thinking?” suna lowly mumbles against your shoulder blades. his palms feel warm and heavy on your lap, a feeling you’ve grown accustomed to.
“hm?” you swiftly hum back. you flutter your eyes, blinking hard in hopes of driving the aching pain away. it’s been a couple of hours since you’ve been working on the document in front of you, and to your dismay, there’s still hours of work to go.
“i’m thinking...” suna starts as he nuzzles his cheek against your back. “thatyoushouldgotosleepwithme” with a curt voice, he slowly turns your shuts your laptop screen down and glares at you with a sharp expression. even in the dark, you can tell there’s not much room with argument here.
you slump against him with a weak smile. while inhaling a deep breath, you crawl across the soft bed sheets and plops down, stretching your arms out across the bed as suna climbs on top of you, smiling as he presses a kisses just below your ear.
“okay, and now we sleep”
“we sleep,” you quietly repeat back to him.
he nods and covers you with the his blanket. “we sleep.”
i might not be pretty but i look pathetic and it makes people feel protective of me for some reason
waring brown colored contacts to school because people are so much nicer to me when i ware them :D
idk if it’s that my blue eyes make make look like a bitch or if it’s that the brown contacts with my baby face makes me have the look of a baby dear.