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It’s meeeee!! I’m super delighted with this project so far! Everyone who joined us has been really lovely and I’m super excited to be supporting such a good cause! If you’re not familiar with the @bsdvolunteers.bsky.social yet pls check out the project! The AUs everyone is cooking are 🤩🥰

Which BSD organization do you belong in?

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Choose between some #bungoustraydogs things and I’ll tell you where you belong and why :)

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Forgot this place existed once more, but I remembered now and I have new things to share so yippee as I get them here in the near future starting now :)

Ahhhh I already said it in the comments back then and I hadn’t seen the post here until just now, but thank you so so so much for the lovely gift!! This fic was amazing 🥹🥰

a man in a yellow and black uniform with a white button on his chest is sitting in a chair Alt: Lt. Commander Data, Star Trek TNG, standing up from the Ops station like he's had enough of Picard's shit for one day

I'm so happy to share the ✨️Definitely Not A Star Trek AU✨️ that I wrote for @olympiansally.bsky.social for the July Sci Fi Flash Exchange @hqfe.bsky.social

The Humanization of Ushijima Wakatoshi is 11k of projecting our favorite leftie onto my favorite android and you can read it now on ao3 (🔗 ⬇️)

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inspired by a friend misspeaking

“I asked ChatGPT” well I asked the three Fates and the one with the scissors got very agitated when I told her you were using your one precious life thread talking to that cursed thing

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#haikyuu #genderbend #ushiten #milf

Stop Forcing A.I. Into Every Fucking Thing!

Stop Forcing A.I. Into Every Fucking Thing!

我辦得到嗎⋯

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This is now also on ao3 :) archiveofourown.org/works/64955875

💛🔸 End.

“Yes.”
“Good,” Ushijima nods again, lips curled in the smallest of smiles, and squeezes their hands closer together, holding on.

Tendou lets out a breath, letting their fingers curl around each other’s.
He figures that, well… He knows how to swim, and he’s willing to take a bet on the rest if Ushijima wants any of it.

Tendou’s mouth opens and closes, wanting to check and to ask.
Is it the swimming, the gayness, the /mating for life/?
Ushijima reaches out, hand finding his in the grass between them and trailing over his knuckles in the beat of silence that lingers.

“Tendou,” Ushijima calls, and Tendou’s fidgeting slows, maybe to make up for how his heart races. “Your earlier point about the penguins–”
Tendou’s hand freezes, fingers clenched around a few loose blades of grass.
“Could that apply, too?” Ushijima asks.

Ushijima nods again, pleased at being understood, and the urge to fidget ripples through Tendou with a vengeance. He expurgates it by running his hands through the grass around him, palm flat against the ground and zooming in the space between the two of them.

“Thanks,” he answers, because if he’s fluent in Ushijima’s silences, then he is more than used to reading the tentative meaning of his words.

Tendou falters, hovering where he is over Ushijima, and then all at once he pushes away, flopping onto his back again to fight the urge to fidget and squirm, or try and hide a blush he may or may not be showing.

Tendou still hums in acknowledgement, which is enough for Ushjima to start on what he feels needs to be amended. “My earlier point about butterflies–”
“That they’re /beautiful/?” Tendou squeaks.
“Yes. I wanted to reiterate that, in this analogy we are constructing, that point still applies.”

Ushijima seems to contemplate it, measuring it from every angle to decide if this conclusion satisfies him. He tilts his head, apparently deciding that it is still lacking in some way.
“Tendou,” he calls, despite how Tendou’s attention has never strayed from him.

“So we don’t have to be apart forever, just because you’re meant for different things,” Ushijima checks.
“Exactly,” Tendou nods, watching his shadow move with the movement, noticing the shade it casts over Ushijima. “Yes, that’s the point!”

“The point is that, even then, we can still fly together, or at least to each other,” Ushijima concludes, and Tendou isn’t sure that was the point he was arriving at, but it’s not a point he’d ever be willing to argue against either.
“Yes!” He agrees instead.