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HEY there, ya'll ! welcome to my blog ! i love to eat , sleep , write , draw ( sometimes 😵‍💫 ) , roll weed , listen to music , study space & often daydream about sprinkling spike spiegel and vash in all of my kisses ! (⁄ ⁄>⁄ω⁄<⁄ ⁄)

@juhihuji EEEP JUJUUU i can't believe it took me so long to post this—especially after you've surpassed your weightlifting goal since doing so! every now and then i stumble across this animation again when scrolling through my endless 7000+ gallery and it never fails to make me smile just as brightly as it did the very first time you sent it!

i adore how effortlessly you turned one of our silliest inside jokes into something that feels so unmistakably us! me happily being launched into the air, you being entirely triumphant, vash practically vibrating with excitement in the background while mr. mischief hiruma documents the entire ordeal . . . 😭😭 it's such a wonderfully ridiculous little moment frozen in time!

but i think what makes this so precious to me now is everything it's come to represent.

when you first drew it, "one day i'll be able to lift bubs" was still an ambition sitting somewhere on the horizon. now, months later, you've not only reached it—you've flown right past it through your own determination, discipline, and countless hours of hard work! it's funny how art can articulately preserve moments like this. something that began as a playful challenge has become a reminder of just how far you've come!

watching your journey has been such a privilege! i've loved seeing your confidence grow, your strength flourish, and your passion for both weightlifting and art continue to bloom with every passing month! i hope you're proud of yourself; you absolutely deserve to be and vash and i are gonna be cheering you on every continuous step of the way hehe! ✺◟(＾∇＾)◞✺

spike teaches me stillness. i've learned that i don't always have to chase behind something extravagant to prove that i deserve to be here. sometimes, it really is enough to simply exist, to rest, and to cherish the quiet moments that make life feel meaningful. his story reminds me that my past does not and never will have to define me unless i let it, that the scars i carry are only pieces of a much larger narrative that i have right in front of me.

vash is such an interesting contrast because he is incredibly gentle, but that gentleness is not because he is unaware of suffering. it's because he has seen the worst of humanity and still continues to percolate compassion in the end. he's taught me that my softness is a strength and not something that i ever have to mute. i've been worried in the past over being "too much", too emotional or too eager for connection. he's reminded me that a tender heart is not an inconvenience. the ability to care deeply is precious. he encourages me to lead with commiseration, to laugh louder and boldly no matter who considers it noise, to believe that kindness is never weakness, and to hold onto hope even when this world has always rendered that tender aspect of life a rarity.

mugen is a wild spirit who exists outside of expectations and inside rebellion. he is rough, impulsive, loud, stubborn and unapologetically himself. he doesn't spend his life questioning whether he's adequate enough for the world—he simply is. for someone like me who easily overthinks, worries about how me or my work is perceived and constantly puts others before myself, mugen has represented the freedom of no longer shrinking and that imperfection is part of being alive and utterly fearless. he reminds me that life isn't meant to be tiptoed through—it asks to be lived with scraped knees, unwavering conviction, and a will that's unafraid to pursue both the known and unknown. he's taught me to embrace adventure, stand my ground, and finally take up a space without regrets for doing so.

gintoki helps me let the oddest parts of myself breathe after being suffocated for so long. i no longer feel the need to soften my quirks or tuck away the stranger corners of my personality out of fear of judgments. i can ramble, make terrible jokes, cry over something silly one minute and laugh until i can't breathe the next. nothing about me feels "too much" in his world because gintama itself celebrates the wonderfully strange. being with him feels like finally finding a place where every one of my little weird habits belongs!

spike: "so there was this one time—i was fifteen, broke, and pissed off at the world. i stole a hoverbike from a gang leader's kid. rode it straight through the market district. dodged cops, vendors, and one angry grandma waving a frying pan at me."

bubs: "you stole a hoverbike?" (,,•o•,,)

spike: "yep."

bubs: "just . . took it?"

spike: "just took it."

bubs: "spike!"

spike: "what? it worked." (¬‿͡¬)

bubs: "you stole it. from a little kid."

spike: "wasn't exactly aiming for citizen of the year, bubs."

bubs: "wait . . were you wearing a helmet?

spike: *blinks* "what?"

bubs: "a helmet. you know, for safety."

spike: "bubs."

bubs: "huh?"

spike: "i just told you i stole a gang kid's hoverbike, outran law enforcement and nearly hit an old lady. yet you're main focus is helmet safety?"

bubs: "i'm just saying! what if you had gotten a head injury? then you probably wouldn't be here to tell me this story in the first place."

spike: *sigh* "i'm trying to trauma dump and you're giving me a PSA.( – ⌓ – ) . . you're lucky you're cute, y'know that?"

EEE HE SAID THANK YOU!! . . . with the biggest, most dramatic groan behind it because apparently acknowledging his own birthday is "too much work" 😭 hahaha!

₍𝄐⩌𝄐₎ happy birthday, cowboy cutie !! 𖦹°‧

it feels a little funny writing a birthday letter to someone who would probably shrug and tell me birthdays are "just another day." that's one of the things i've always adored about you—you never ask for much even as a man who didn't grow with much to begin with. you carry yourself so quietly that it's easy to overlook just how much you've endured, how much you've sacrificed and how much of yourself you've tucked away behind a crooked grin and a dry joke. but today, i don't want to think about the weight you've carried. i just want to celebrate you.

i hope somewhere in whatever corner of the universe your story lives, you're taking it easy. maybe you've got a plate piled high with food you didn't pay for, a cigarette between your fingers, jet pretending he doesn't care that it's your birthday while secretly making your favorite meal ( bell peppers and beef ˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶ ), and ed going absolutely crazy bonkers with the confetti cannon. i'd like to imagine you're laughing a little more than usual.