#imamido

I’m moving to japan in less than a month, so I need to clear all this out!

as it says on the first post, everything is BUY 1 GET 1 FOR $7, shipping included! you’re basically only paying for the cost of the non-bendable mailer and shipping. I am essentially giving this shit away, take it from me. if you buy a bunch, I’ll even throw in discounts and possibly free gifts! (if I can find anything left to give...)

if you’re interested, drop me a message with what you want and then send the payment via paypal (I’ll give you my email when you message me). I’ll do my best to ship out the next day, including saturdays!

(I apologize for the huge white gaps in between the photos, tumblr is being a lil shit lately)

To my lovely Sweet Bean @saaiiro !! 

It was so nice talking and getting to know you over the past few weeks over anon. It really gave me a lot of inspiration and motivation to draw these adorable little dumplings~ ;w; !! I really had an awesome time being your @yowapeda-secret-santa, and I hope that we can still keep in touch !! 

“You can’t even pull for Kinjou, what makes you think you’re capable of being my assist?” Midousuji scoffs as he slams the door of his locker shut, taking no heed to the way it rings out with a sharp, brittle clang that echoes in the empty clubroom.

“Just let me try next time,” Imaizumi insists, demanding more than he is pleading, and when Midousuji snorts and steps around him, he whirls and grabs him by the sleeve of his jacket, yanking him back so roughly that Midousuji stumbles into him.

They stare at each other in the orange light of the sunset streaming in through the grimy, rain-mottled windows, their bodies twisted close in a strange mockery of an embrace, and after a long moment Midousuji rolls his big eyes up at the ceiling, flicks away Imaizumi’s hand, and sighs, “Famous last words, Weakizumi-kun.”

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