PALESTINE ISN'T A TREND

“FINALLY YOU LOSER WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG” - someone probably (valid tbh)

【𝘚𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘙𝘚 | 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋 𝘈𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘖𝘞𝘕 𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕】

𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘚𝘚 1-𝘈 𝘚𝘛𝘜𝘋𝘌𝘕𝘛!𝘒𝘈𝘛𝘚𝘜𝘒𝘐 𝘉𝘈𝘒𝘜𝘎𝘖𝘜 𝘟 𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘚𝘚 1-𝘉 𝘚𝘛𝘜𝘋𝘌𝘕𝘛!𝘖𝘊 | 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛 𝘖𝘕𝘌 | 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛 𝘛𝘞𝘖

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𝘔.𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

akina helped izuku move his all might paraphernalia into his dorm. all his classmates except (you guessed it!) katsuki were happy to see her.

the night after passing her Provisional Hero License Exam, akina originally had plans to watch old all might videos with izuku, but when he told her about his meet up with katsuki, she ended up aimlessly walking around campus. that’s when she heard the overwhelming sound of katsuki’s explosion. she turned around and ran back to where she’d just passed all might.

“they’re fighting. izu-kun and katsuki.”

and though she initially planned to follow him, akina stood still and watched the retired hero run off. instead, she walked to her dorm and laid down.

when she woke up, it was to the sound of incessant ringing coming from her phone. without checking the caller id, she answered.

“hel-“

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THAT LOSER GOT HIS QUIRK FROM ALL MIGHT!”

“…”

she hung up on him.

when it came to it, akina had some interesting choices for her work study.

“hey, hayashi! long time no see! who are you thinking of doing your work study with?”

“oh. hello, ashido. i don’t think i wanna go back to hosu. i might check out one of the agencies that i got internship offers from. maybe ryukyu’s agency or best jeanist’s-“

“NO WAY IN HELL!”

she ended up going to best jeanist’s agency.

she noticed izuku’s mood was off during the first few days of his of his own work study. however, she didn’t get much time to dwell on it before she’d gotten a phone call from a distraught mitsuki bakugou.

there’d been a house fire that night. her mom didn’t make it out.

when katsuki’s mom called him, he’d rolled his eyes but reluctantly answered. he wasn’t prepared for her to tell him, in hysterics, that their neighbor had died.

“katsuki, i need you to listen to me. that girl has no one, now. just for now, i need you to be a hero for her.”

“tch. shut it, hag, i know.”

it wasn’t long after she got that she heard the disruption that is katsuki bakugou.

“GET OUT OF MY DAMN WAY, EXTRAS!”

“you aren’t even in our class! what are you doing here?”

“SHUT IT AND TELL ME WHERE BARNEY’S ROOM IS!”

she became a shell of herself after that.

after the Shie Hassaikai Raid, izuku checked on her everyday (katsuki wouldn’t let him leave the 1-a dorms while he was crying), but it didn’t do much.

katsuki would go out to the kitchen and prep three meals every morning to make sure akina had food for the day. on days when he had his Remedial Courses, he’d ask make izuku to deliver the food.

after staff found out, her work study was promptly ended (prior to all the work studies being canceled), and she’d been excused from class.

she’d returned to class a week later, hair much shorter and choppier, heavy bags under her eyes, and a dead expression on her face.

even though it was sad to see, everyone had almost gotten used to her lack of expression over the recent weeks. so much so that it genuinely shocked them when her eyes widened and her face flushed at the sight of shinsou as he joined class a and b for Joint Training.

“oouu hayashi~ you got the hots for shinsou?”

“.. kaminari, shouldn’t you be with your class?”

akina got grouped with pony tsunotori, juzo honenuki, and tetsutetsu tetsutetsu. she held her own against ojirou until iida managed to get her into the irredeemable jail cell, where she sat until the time ran out.

she enjoyed watching the last two matches, not at all surprised by class 1-a’s swift win in round four.

what did surprise her, though, was the newest addition to izuku’s quirk.

after the final round, akina quickly tracked down her closest friend, not at all surprised to see katsuki right there with him.

life was mostly uneventful until the Paranormal Liberation War.

akina was helping evacuate when izuku took off without so much as an explanation. before she could blink, katsuki was gone, too. even though she wanted to go after them, she knew she had an obligation to help the civilians get out of harms way.

as the scene got progressively more chaotic, akina pushed to help everyone she could. so many were stuck under debris from gigantomachia’s storm.

while she was pointing an older woman in the direction of the nearest rescue tent, she spotted a huge chunk of an apartment building falling.

two small children sat crying right in the landing zone.

before she could think, akina was standing in between of the kids with her hands above her head. most of the concrete turned to dust and fell smoothly. however, there was a rather large piece that didn’t disintegrate until after it hit akina in the head. as disoriented as she was, she made sure to get the kids to safety. she wasn’t even gonna get looked over until one of her peers said something to her.

“dissolvere, you’re bleeding! what happened?”

ears ringing, the girl turned to look at the hero approaching her. their mouth was moving, but the girl couldn’t hear a thing besides an incessant ringing. insisting she was fine, akina went to continue her job.

she didn’t get far before everything went black.

when she came to, she was in a hospital bed, vlad king seated next to her.

“you’ve been out for a few days. the head injury should’ve only kept you out for a day max, but apparently you haven’t been taking care of yourself.”

while her homeroom teacher continued to lecture her, akina noticed the far off look on his face.

“what happened?”

“UH? I JUST TOLD YOU WHA-“

“not to me. what happened?”

with a heavy heart, the hero gave his student a run down of everything that transpired. from the heroes storming and evacuating the hospital to the 1-a knuckleheads students getting caught in the middle of it all, he told her everything.

after hearing of the gains and losses, akina yanked the iv out of her arm and ran to the room izuku was in. all but snatching the door open, she came to an abrupt stop at seeing inko midoriya.

upon seeing her closest friend seemingly lifeless and his distressed mother, akina’s heart felt heavy. before inko could get a word out, akina was on her knees, forehead meeting the floor.

“i’m so sorry i wasn’t there to protect him.”

after everything had mostly settled and all the students were safely on campus, they had another problem to deal with.

izuku had disappeared.

he wrote letters to all his classmates explaining the circumstances of his quirk and how he was a danger to them all.

after promptly turning the piece of paper to ash, katsuki set off to find akina. if anyone knew where that bastard was, it would be her.

he made quick work of getting to the 1-b dorms and found her bedroom door cracked open. he pushed his way in and immediately saw the balcony door open, the curtains flowing in the window.

before he could even think, katsuki was on the balcony looking over the edge to see.. nothing.

“you just couldn’t wait to see me laid out on the ground, could you?”

katsuki gave himself whiplash with how fast he turned around. tucked in the corner, legs bunched up and head resting on her knees, sat akina. beside her was a piece of paper.

“where the hell is he, hayashi?”

before giving her a chance to respond (she wouldn’t have regardless), the blonde picked up the letter she received from his longest friend rival. it was noticeably different from the ones he and his classmates had recieved.

Akina-chan,

I’m not going to tell you anything you already know. I just want you to understand that I have to do this. We both know that the league wants me. I need to leave. I’m so sorry to leave you like this. I know if I did this face to face, I wouldn’t be able to leave. I love you more than you know. You’ve been my best friend, my biggest support, my sister for my whole life. All I want from you is to take care of yourself. Put yourself first. You’ve been looking after me for years, and that isn’t fair to you. When I come back, I’ll make sure to return the favor. But for now, I just need you to make sure you’re okay.

Your best friend,

Izu-kun

𝘖𝘏 𝘔𝘠 𝘎𝘖𝘖𝘋𝘕𝘌𝘚𝘚. 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳 ಥ‿ಥ 𝘪'𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘻𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘥 (𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭!) 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘢. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵. 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘪'𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦? 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩 @starrynightsandcloudydays 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘢'𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘮𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧. 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪 (≧∇≦)/

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

working on my masterlist & co. right neow 😼

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

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Requested by: @inkyprince Info: these were all drawn/made & animated by me. please reblog/like if use!

"Not all men..."

Yeah your right José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal would never treat me like this

el oh el

it's funny (not really) because imperial measurement system hahahha

also, i tried some moon girl colouring style for miles and gwen!!!! i love moon girl sm omg, so i'm probably gonna draw miles' hair like this from now on

this is the way

𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑶

𝘈 𝘋𝘈𝘠 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘖'𝘏𝘈𝘙𝘈'𝘚 𝘍𝘌𝘈𝘛𝘜𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘈 𝘚𝘜𝘙𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘚𝘌 𝘝𝘐𝘚𝘐𝘛

𝘔𝘐𝘎𝘜𝘌𝘓 𝘖'𝘏𝘈𝘙𝘈 𝘟 𝘞𝘐𝘍𝘌!𝘖𝘊

𝘊𝘞: 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘉𝘈𝘉𝘓𝘠 𝘖𝘖𝘊 𝘔𝘐𝘎𝘜𝘌𝘓 𝘖'𝘏𝘈𝘙𝘈, 𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘓𝘐𝘈𝘕𝘛

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𝘔.𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

“hey, siri. call-” elena barely got her sentence out when her phone began to ring. she made her way to the counter and peered at her phone before answering it.

“hello?”

“hey, cariña. how are you feeling?” her husband’s soft voice came from the phone.

“i feel fine, mi amor. you know, i was actually just about to call you.”

“were you? we must be in sync,” elena could hear the smile in his voice, “i wanted to let you know i’m on my way to get the girls, and then i’ll be on the way home.”

as elena opened her mouth to respond, there was a knock at the door.

“hm, well i’ll see you when you get here. te amo, miguel,” though she spoke with pure adoration, most of elena’s attention was on the door.

“te amo, mi esposa.”

as the call came to an end, elena made her way to the door. before opening it, she pressed her ear against in an attempt to recognize a voice coming from the other side of the door.

“.. and we’re gonna be friendly and respectful, and we’re not gonna play with our web shooters, alright?”

“i know, dad. what’s taking him so long to open the door?”

“you don’t what he’s doing. that might not even be his car in the driveway, may.”

may?

“who is it?” though she had an idea of who was behind the door, elena wanted to be sure.

“oh- uh, my name is peter! i’m looking for miguel o’hara?-”

“and i’m mayday!”

taking a deep breath, elena unlocked and opened the door, leaving the door chain in place as a precautionary measure.

as she peaked through the small crack, elena looked up and saw a man. he appeared to be pushing fifty, his hair peppered with gray strands. dressed appropriately for the transitioning weather, peter had on creme colored knitted sweater and jeans. mayday had on an army green sweater dress, her wild curls slightly tamed and tied up in a ponytail.

“why are you looking for miguel?” elena had an inkling of a feeling as to why, but she wasn’t one hundred percent sure.

“well, we used to work together, ya know? and it’s been a while so i figured nothing wrong with checking in,” peter had a gentle smile on his face, but his emphasis on ‘work together’ left a nauseous feeling in elena’s stomach.

strangely enough, though, being seven months pregnant will also do that.

“are you sure you’re not here about work?”

at elena’s question, peter raised an eyebrow. after a silent minute, peter relaxed his body and gave elena a bright smile.

“he’s told you, right? about our adventures? i promise i’m only here as a friend.”

elena’s stared at the man for a short while before softly closing the door in peter and may’s face, leaving father and daughter in shock.

click!

the door opened, revealing elena’s 5’2 figure. she pulled the door back, allowing the two enough room to get inside her home.

“thank you,” peter gave the much shorter woman a kind smile, one which she returned.

as may got settled on the couch, peter took a look at all the pictures on the mantle and on the walls. as he came across a picture of miguel cradling his younger daughter for the first time, peter turned to elena.

“how long have the two of you been together?”

elena looked at the picture and smiled, vividly remembering the day she brought her little Isabella into the world.

“we met a few months after i had gabriella, so about seven years.”

at that, peter did a double take.

“wait, so gabriella isn’t his?”

“biologically, no. but miguel is the only father she’s ever known, and he’s been around since essentially the beginning,” elena got a bit defensive; though she knew he meant no harm, the way peter worded his question didn’t sit right with her.

“of course, of course. i meant no disrespect. it just shocked me because of..” peter trailed off, but elena knew what he was going to say.

“i know,” elena’s voice was soft, “he told me about her.”

peter gave the woman a soft look before moving along and stopped at a more recent picture.

“who’s this kid?”

the kid in question was a young man in his early twenties. it wasn’t his cheeky grin or the glint of mischief in his eyes that caught peter’s attention.

it was the mostly striking resemblance he saw in himself.

as elena looked at the picture she chuckled a bit. she’d have to call him later.

“actually, that’s peter. he’s an intern at miguel’s office. he babysits our girls sometimes.”

“ah, i shoulda known,” peter b. chuckled out.

the two moved over to the couch where mayday had gotten ahold of the remote and was surfing through channels before landing on disney channel.

“oh!” elena exclaimed, “i’m sorry, i just realized i never introduced myself. my name is elena.”

peter let out a hearty laugh before saying, “it’s lovely to meet you, elena.”

as he got comfortable, peter continued, “so, how’d you two meet?”

as miguel’s mini suv got closer to his home, the man’s nerves increasingly got worse. he couldn’t explain it, but something felt off to him.

“papi! i show you ‘n mami my drawing!”

at two years old, isabella was a bit of a fire cracker. the concept of an indoor voice hasn’t registered in her little mind, and she was incredibly demanding.

terrible twos, right?

through a chuckle, miguel simply responded with, “i can’t wait to see it, mi princesa.”

turning into the driveway, miguel stared at his family’s home. as he moved to gather isabella from her car seat, gabriella grabbed her bag and rushed to the front door, waiting impatiently for her dad to unlock it.

with isa in his arms, miguel walked up the driveway. in an effort to be discreet, he gently pushed gabriella out from in front of the door. if someone unfamiliar was inside their home, he’d need his kids to get as far as way as possible, as soon as possible.

with a slow turn and push, the front door was open. the first thing miguel spotted was his pretty wife, her manicured hands resting on the swelling of her belly — yet another girl.

the second was the little red head girl sitting on his couch under his throw blanket watching his telenovela.

the third was the wide smile on the face of the man standing in his living room.

ay dios mío.

“miguel, old buddy! it’s been waaaaay too long! how ya been?” completely ignoring the look of utter defeat on miguel’s face, peter walked over with arms open wide in preparation for the long awaited reunion.

“not long enough. how and why are you here?” Miguel dodged the hug, instead moving toward elena to deposit their little one reaching for her mama.

“your ears aren’t bleeding, are they, amor?” he asked with a kiss to her temple. she chuckled lightly, shaking her head no.

“peter’s been fine. i’ll take isa so you guys can catch up.”

miguel slouched on the couch while elena left with Isabella on her hip. with gabriella dragging may to her room, the two men were left alone.

“elena says she’s a stay at home,” peter spoke first, either unaware or uncaring about his friend’s dread.

“she is. peter, why are you here?”

peter took a minute to examine his friend. there was white sprinkled in his hair, which was a little longer than it was the last time they saw each other. there were light bags under his eyes, but he didn’t look tired. he looked.. content.

“believe it or not, i missed you, man. i wanted to see how you’ve been and then i found out you had a whole family and i just.. i’m happy for you.”

miguel looked at the man standing in front of him. he’d toned down the smile, but there was still joy in his expression, albeit more subtle. the crows feet were prominent on his face even without a smile there.

“… what do you wanna know that she hasn’t already told you?”

peter’s eyes shined.

“everything.”

“- and this is gabi after her first soccer game.”

miguel had pulled out the photo albums he and his wife used to document their lives together.

“wow! man, i gotta say it: for you to have this great life and all you had to do was wai-”

“wait,” miguel cut him off.

“yeah! all you had to do was-”

“no. shut up,” he was looking towards the stairs.

“… what’s wrong?” peter whispered, having no clue what triggered his closest friend.

as he stood, miguel responded, “gabi is never this quiet with company over.”

and with that, he made his way up the stairs taking two at a time, quiet yet efficient. peter wasn’t far behind.

miguel opened the door to his oldest daughter’s room. laid on the bed in the middle of the room were the two young girls stretched out every which way, completely knocked out. peter smiled as he watched the man deflate.

he went across the room to shake his daughter awake. with a groan, she sat up and promptly crawled up her father’s back, silently demanding a piggyback ride. with the girl gathered on his back, peter turned to his friend.

“well, i guess it’s time for me to get this one home to her mama. you mind?”

miguel pressed the buttons on peter’s wristband, opening the portal into what looked like may’s bedroom. as he stepped forward, miguel called out to him.

“peter.”

he turned around and raised an eyebrow, prompting the man to continue.

“it was… nice. to see you, i mean.”

“ahh, it sucks that i’ve got my girl on my back. i would’ve given you a great hug, man.”

“… get out of my house.”

by the time miguel got gabriella properly situated in her bed, put dinner away, and made it into his bedroom, it was pushing 11 o’clock at night. elena was sitting up in their bed, little isabella sprawled out at the foot asleep.

“mi amor, where are her pants?”

“i got up to go to the bathroom and when i came back, she was just standing in the bed chewing on the pants leg. she wouldn’t let me put them back on her,” elena responded, smiling softly at the little one.

miguel chuckled softly as he gathered the toddler in his arms. as she was moved, she began to whine around her pacifier.

“oh, i know, mija. we’re gonna go sleep in your pretty princess bed,” miguel cooed at her, rubbing her back.

as he paced slowly, soothing their daughter, elena smiled at her husband.

“how was your evening?”

miguel sighed. elena knew he was about say something along the lines of a complaint, but the truth was written all over his face before he even began.

“he asked so many questions, my love. And every time i would get around answering them, he’d ask a million more it felt like. and he kept saying how beautiful you are-”

“aw, that’s sweet.”

“- and obviously i know that. how else would you be pregnant right now? and he was saying how nice it is that i have this family to come home to everyday and… yeah. it was all very repetitive. i would’ve preferred to be lying down with my beautiful wife.”

elena laughed at him. even though her husband did, in fact, complain about his night, she could tell he enjoyed seeing peter.

“well now that he’s gone, there’s nothing stopping you from doing just that,” she responded to him, smiling softly and patting his side of the bed.

miguel stopped his slow pacing and looked at his wife. her face was bare of any makeup, all of her blemishes and dark spots out for him to see. she had her hair tied back in a scarf and she was wearing what she affectionately called her “granny gown.” miguel took notice of all of this.

“every time i look at you it’s like i fall in love with you over and over again.”

elena cheesed at him and replied, “hurry up and get her to bed so i can kiss you.”

it didn’t take long to get from his bedroom to the nursery. when he came back, he quickly got ready for bed so he could spoon his wife. as he crawled into bed, miguel pressed three kisses to his wife’s lips before lying down behind her and wrapping his arms around her torso, his hands caressing where the youngest o’hara slept.

“she’s gonna be a daddy’s girl, too. i can feel it,” elena called out softly. miguel hummed in thought.

“she might surprise you. maybe she’ll be under her mama all the time like gabriella was.”

“yes, and gabriella is a daddy’s girl. you’re proving my point, amor,” elena retorted as she rubbed a thumb over miguel’s hand. the man responded by pressing his lips to the woman’s neck.

“i love you, elena.”

there was so much overwhelming love in her husband’s voice that all she could do was repeat his words back to him.

as the two closed their eyes, miguel thought about what peter said to him earlier.

it is nice that I get to come home to this everyday.

𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰 (❁´◡`❁) 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘪 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦. 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩? 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 @1-800-writersblock 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦. 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘥𝘥, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪 (≧∇≦)/

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

i miss geto i miss him so bad

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