MOST IF NOT EVERYTHING IVE STATED ON MY OLD ACCOUNT IS OUTDATED UNLESS I SAY OTHERWISE

My little corner where I talk about my OCs! theyre meant to be countryhumans but i dont consider them that anymore

SOMETIMES I'll do ask blog events with them but I usually fluctuate between art, fanfics, and just general rambles as content. At times I will get insanely hyperfocused on these guys to the point where its kinda unhealthy for me so I don't let it get to that point anymore.

OP likes to project but you won't be able to tell if you aren't me. i depict and casually talk about dark topics in my work if you dont like that click off now, because im biased and lebanese myself Lebanon's my blorbo and Lebalestine is my otp :3

im autistic and physically disabled + i might have other things wrong with me so take that with a grain of salt. im an arab queer muslim and i lovemy girlfriend

tags:

#; hamzart (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) - art tag

#; 🪶 TBP & #; 🪷 wbff - tags for my universes. all you need to know is tbp's my main universe and wbff is a passion project of mine thats centered on syria & iran

#; writing - well its my writing....

#; oc talk - general oc stuff

#; rambles - my own thoughts

#; self rbs & #; rbs - reblogs

“what do you bring to the function?”

never in your life — or atsumu’s — had you ever thought that you would be so giddy over a kitchen appliance. a microwave was currently the one in question.

he pressed a quick but rough kiss against your cheek, his hand reaching down to thread his fingers through yours and give an excited squeeze.

atsumu was currently pursuing a career as a professional athlete. it sounded easy considering everything that he had accomplished in high school, but the two of you were misjudging exactly how quickly (or slowly, rather) he was going to get his start.

that’s how the two of you ended up here: a run-down apartment with a shower that made a weird noise when you used the hot water, a big water stain on the ceiling, and windows that wouldn’t open — all complete with neighbors that made an unreasonable amount of noise.

the funny thing? he wouldn’t have it any other way.

well, he would have it another way. he’d like to be able to buy you nice things and take you on fancy dates without having to worry about if he has enough money for it.

besides, who would let two kids fresh out of high school into an expensive restaurant?

but that’s not what he means. if he could go back, he wouldn’t have made a different choice. sure, the two of you were broke right now, but you’d make it.