Beansprout 🌱

She/They | 🔞 🇨🇳 | Washed

[Beansprout 🌱 @beanedsprouts]

New Omnic is a humanoid who speaks without a mouth, dual-wields magnums, uses a futuristic motorcycle, and wears clothes just for vanity... wait a minute...

CONGRATS ON YOUR TRANSITION BILLY KID FROM ZZZ 🎉🏳️‍⚧️

[Overwatch Cavalry @OWCavalry]

First Look at Shion in #Overwatch 🔺

[Beansprout 🌱 @beanedsprouts]

Known Issues #ffxiv

[Beansprout 🌱 @beanedsprouts]

My girlfriend just sent me this. I assume Marathon is going well

[Zoanna @zoanna3D]

😖

[Chess.com @chesscom]

our DMs are ruined

[positivity moon @arrtnem]

There is this lie we all secretly believed :
if a friendship is real, it will always feel like it does right now.

You remember that version. Three hour calls about nothing. Replying in 0.3 seconds. Seeing a meme and sending it to five people because all of you were permanently online. You could tell who was upset by the way they typed “lol.” You knew their class schedule, their crush rotation, their favorite cereal. Friendship felt like constant contact.

Then somehow one day it does not.

Now your closest friend might reply two days later with “sorry just seeing this.” You stare at that sentence with a small sting, even though you wrote the same thing to somebody else last week. They cancel plans because they are exhausted in a way that has nothing to do with sleep. You reschedule and then you cancel. Whole months pass in voice notes and “we need to catch up soon” and screenshots of flights you might take someday.

It starts to feel like being quietly broken up with in slow motion.

Nobody warns you how much admin adulthood stacks on top of love. Rent, sick parents, work that bleeds past office hours, kids, therapy, bodies that suddenly need more maintenance, nervous systems that finally crack after ten years of pretending to be fine. Everyone is trying to be a decent partner, decent coworker, decent child, decent human in a world that feels like a rolling crisis. Of course the part of you that once had energy to send 17 updates a day is tired.

Less communication is not automatically less love.
But it is a different shape of love, and that is the part that hurts.

Because the scared part of you still keeps score like a 16 year old. They have not texted in a week. They viewed my story but did not answer my message. They were online. They posted. They made time for someone else. It does not matter how many bills you both have now. The kid inside still measures affection in frequency, not capacity.

Adult friendship asks you to grow a second lens. One that can hold “I miss how it was” and “they are not abandoning me, they are surviving.” One that understands that sometimes your friend did not text back because they spent all day trying not to cry in a bathroom at work. Sometimes they are not ignoring you, they are in the same fog you are.

Grace is not “let them treat me however.”
Grace is “I will not confuse silence with betrayal unless they show me it is.”

Check in, not out.
It sounds simple until your own pride gets involved.

There will be days you tell yourself “if they wanted to, they would have reached out” and use that as a reason to lock your phone. You call it a boundary. Often it is defense. It saves you from the vulnerability of being the one who sends “hey, how is your brain” after three months of nothing. It protects you from the possibility that they really have drifted. So you opt out quietly, tell yourself a story about how people change, and let something beautiful die out of sheer fear of going first.

What if checking in is not humiliation. What if it is maintenance.

Sometimes check in is not a deep talk. It is a dumb reel sent at 22:37 with “this is so you.” It is a voice note that says “I drove past our old place and wanted to throw up from nostalgia, how are you.” It is a “thinking of you, no need to respond.” You would be shocked how many people cry over those three words in grocery store aisles and parking lots.

And sometimes, yes, what you find when you check in is that the thread is gone. They give you one word answers. They do not ask anything back. They leave you on delivered until it becomes obscene. That is information. Grace does not mean pretending that is fine. It means you can let it hurt, let it be real, and still not turn it into a courtroom in your head. You can grieve without inventing a villain.

Adult friendship is two people saying, over and over, in a hundred tiny ways: I did not forget you. I am just carrying a lot. Thank you for still knocking.

[Beansprout 🌱 @beanedsprouts]

Oh yeah, I played Peak for the first time

[Beansprout 🌱 @beanedsprouts]

@FlorkOfCows

[Beansprout 🌱 @beanedsprouts]

I promise I dont actually eat them like this, I just wanted to see if it was possible to reach new evils. Hope you had a happy halloween 'w'

[Beansprout 🌱 @beanedsprouts]

so I figured out an even worse answer

[Beansprout 🌱 @beanedsprouts]

@CWDevarian biting at the bars of my enclosure I love DnD

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@VyneHellebore air it out huh

[Beansprout 🌱 @beanedsprouts]

@FreyaAmari Yeah! I'm really glad I stopped having to worry about content and stuff before I got to meet ya, you say it like you arent a whole ass chocolate box

(also mrage?? I knew I liked them, didnt know you balled like that. just got a couple jackets from them too what a coincidence)

[Beansprout 🌱 @beanedsprouts]

@VyneHellebore OH NO ; ; I HOPE YOU RECOVER SMOOTHLY

[keel🌦 @keelyclove]

being a “friend of the channel/show” is way more fun than being an actual content creator. im literally just some cryptid who gets to appear occasionally. villain of the week

[Beansprout 🌱 @beanedsprouts]

@2XKOIntel @TokonFighters I don't play but my girlfriend loves playing illaoi and vi :>