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Latest Posts by momos-shedding-like-appa - Page 6
this is why no matter how batshit this hellsite gets i cant give it up. twitter, insta, snap—no other social media site can possibly bring the entire user base together like horse plinko, the color of the sky, girl: banned, asscrack john lennon, urfaveisunfuckable drama, did. every other ‘social’ media site is truly isolating. but here? we’re all swimming in the same swamp. it’s like we’re all sitting at the same lunch table and the minute we think it’s time to leave another food fight starts at the other end we that can’t possibly look away from. and it’s funny as fuck.
do you like octopuses 🐙
reblog to give a plushie to the person you reblogged this from
gansey the detective
listen i realize this has probably been done before, but the whole situation is still hilarious to me
okay so I was watching fruits basket and kyo and yuki’s interaction at one specific scene really reminded me of something and I couldn’t think of it until it came to me: they remind me of todoroki and bakugo
kyo: What’re you looking at?!
yuki: Nothing.
kyo: You were looking at me!
yuki: You’re in front of me.
tell me i’m wrong
kaminari should have a whip or lasso or something like. ones that conduct electricity really good and then he could just grab somebody with his whip/lasso and boom! they’re out
reblogging to savee
Your friends often ask how you get your job done, being surrounded by the tall, good-looking men that make up Japan’s volleyball team.
While, yeah, one wink from Atsumu could turn someone to soup and a rare smile from Sakusa could make someone weak in the knees, they weren’t the real distraction.
To you, at least.
No, the real problem was team Japan’s athletic trainer.
Dressed in simple black slacks and a dark polo, Iwaizumi Hajime puts these world class athletes to shame. He’s got this…air about him. Something powerful and commanding, which you suppose is necessary in training Olympians.
(Not to mention he’s got muscles so perfectly toned, they might as well have been sculpted from clay.)
You’ve known Iwaizumi for a little over a year now, your careers in sports medicine often overlapping. He goes to you when his athletes are feeling less than 100%, and you fix them. You, in turn, send healthy or recovered athletes to him so they stay that way.
You’ve corresponded frequently over email and the phone, sure, but now you’re both official staff members for team Japan’s men’s volleyball team. The athletic trainer and the physiotherapist. Now you see him at least four times a week - in person - as the Olympics steadily approach.
In fact, he’d driven you to practice today, picking you up from the clinic and walking into the gymnasium carrying both your bags of equipment.
Because Iwaizumi Hajime isn’t just hotter than a seatbelt buckle on a summer’s day, he’s also nice.
To you, at least.
While he won’t hesitate to bark at men like Ojiro or Ushijima, cut sharp glares at troublemakers like Hoshiumi or Miya, or boss around stubborn types like Kageyama or Sakusa, he’s not like that with you.
When a ball flies anywhere in your general vicinity, he’s there, swatting it away with his clipboard or catching it, whipping it back at whoever’s responsible. When you’re having trouble stuffing your equipment into your bag, he’s holding it shut so you can yank the zipper up. When your water bottle looks like it needs refilling, he’s holding up his empty one (though you swore it was at half a few seconds ago) volunteering to take yours to the fountain.
Worst of all, when it’s loud, he leans closer when you talk to him. Close enough that you can catch a whiff of his cologne, close enough that you can see the flecks of colour in his pretty eyes. He winds a strong arm around you, placing a gentle - respectful - hand on the small of your back to pull you just a little closer.
The warmth of his hand there, the proximity of his face to yours…it never fails to make your heart flutter a little in your chest.
Sure, you’ve currently got your hands all over Bokuto, smoothing kt tape over his thick traps, but you can’t help when your eyes wander to where Iwaizumi is seated, absorbed in the notes on his clipboard.
He just looks so good, the muscles in his arms flexing slightly whenever he moves his pen across the paper, lips pressed into a tight line. He only does that when he’s contemplating something, and you make a note to ask him about it after—
“Why’re you always starin’ at our trainer like that?” Bokuto questions, looking over his shoulder at you. Your face heats up slightly at being called out— you really hadn’t thought you were that obvious. “Do you…like him or something?”
Your hands fall from the athlete’s shoulders as he turns his entire body to look at you now. He doesn’t look or sound like he’s teasing, seeming genuinely curious with his question.
Atsumu, seeming to smell gossip, saunters over with a lopsided grin on his face. “We talkin’ about your obvious crush on Biceps over there?”
“I do not have a crush, Miya,” you lie, absolutely not staring at Iwaizumi’s biceps or admiring the way they strain slightly against his shirt sleeves. “We’re friends. Hajime is my friend.”
Atsumu’s brows raise up behind his bangs as you hand Bokuto his shirt. “Oh, so he’s Hajime, but the two of you are ‘just friends?’”
“Why did you put that in air quotes? It’s true!”
“You still call me Miya, but you’ve touched me more places than any other woman ever! Are you saying Hajime’s touched you in even more places?”
“No! O-of course not!” You sputter, shaking your head. “I don’t like him like that. He’s just too—” You gesture vaguely towards your friend, a frustrated noise slipping past your lips. He’s the definition of tall, dark, and handsome, but like hell you’re going to say that to Miya.
“Too what?” Atsumu prods, grinning widely.
“Too— too tall,” you reason stupidly.
Bokuto just pats your shoulder sympathetically as Atsumu throws his head back, laughing much too loudly. “Too tall? Well, everyone’s the same height in bed.”
“Stop!” You groan, hiding your face behind your hands.
“Miya! Bokuto!” Iwaizumi snaps, a grimace marring those pretty lips of his. “Get your asses over here, water break is over.”
Bokuto and Atsumu exchange a look that says ‘yikes,’ the latter muttering, “Maybe if he gets laid, he’ll go a little easier on us.”
Atsumu flashes you a grin, and you swear your heart stops beating. “Don’t say anything. Atsumu.” You try to plead, but the setter’s already walking away, shooting you a thumbs up. “Atsumu!”
You have the overwhelming urge to melt into the floor. If you weren’t getting paid to take care of them—
You’re forced to look on in horror as Atsumu grips his trainer on the shoulder. You can’t hear what they’re saying, but your stomach drops when he nods his head back towards you.
You pretend to busy yourself, picking up whatever’s closest to you and gagging when it happens to be Bokuto’s forgotten knee pads.
When you look up again, eyes a little watery, your eyes meet Iwaizumi’s.
Hajime’s.
Your hot, very nice friend Hajime. Who carries your bags and smells like expensive cologne. Whose face seems stuck in a permanent grimace, though it always softens into a smile when he picks you up in the afternoon for practice.
Your hot, very nice friend Hajime who smirks a little as Atsumu walks away. Who keeps eye contact with you as he lifts the hem of his shirt to swipe at the sweat on his bottom lip, granting you a peek at the defined ridges of his abs—
Your very hot, very nice friend Hajime who is walking over to you now, holy shit.
“Hey.”
You toss the kneepads away, swiping your hands across your pants and trying your best to fix your hair. “Hi.”
He shifts his weight a little, gaze flickering over your face. Your brows, the slope of your nose, your lips, as if he’s studying you. “You free later today?”
You blink a few times. “I—”
“Great, I’ll pick you up at seven. For dinner.”
You nod and relax a little (barely). Dinner is okay. Dinner is easy. You’ve had dinner with your very hot, very nice friend Hajime before. Maybe you’ll stop by a few street vendors or grab some indulgent fast food.
He nods once, gently touching your arm. “So it’s a date. Wear something nice.”
Wait—
What?
I wanna have a Happy Wildcat New Year™
reblog this to have a Happy Wildcat New Year™
agreed
do you guys ever just randomly think
“what if there’s a mind reader here”
and then your brain suddenly conjures something terrible
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I DON’T QUITE KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING BUT I’M STILL ON BOARD
11:24 get up
12:43 eat breakfast
12:44 eat lunch
4:10 get in the shower
6:25 take a nap
6:59 experience prophetic dream
7:01 wake up in cold sweat from prophetic dream
7:02 bear the weight of the prophecy
7:15 tell the world about prophecy
7:26 be cast from society as a false prophet
7:42 live to see the prophecy’s fulfillment as foretold by dream
8:00 get out of the shower
8:01 go to bed
date tech libero vs. backup nekoma libero
spiderman: no way home spoilers
the way nwh has monsters and web-slinging and a bloody multiverse (and is extremely entertaining) while still being able to talk about themes that relate to our own lives is just so, so special to me.
the entire conflict of the movie, the reason all the villains + tobey + andrew came back, was because of tom's peter. for the first time, he's saving the world from his own actions.
to me, I interpret the storyline as going against the idea of 'you do good, you get good'. because tom's peter didn't get anything good out of helping everyone (besides his own validation that he did the right thing).
he actually ended up getting the opposite: losing his identity - not even his 'spider-man' identity, but his peter identity, the one that still has some shred of normalcy and grounds him in his life. and he knows what he's getting into. and he still does it anyway when he makes that decision and asks dr strange to erase everyone's memories. i think thats what it means to do good - to put value on that action over one's own personal benefit. to know that putting goodness into the world is more important than your personal comfort.
it also really shows how we take memories for granted. the fact that you can walk into a room and someone will see your face and remember the time you called your teacher 'mom' and what your favourite colour is and the hurtful things you've said. when everyone loses their memory of peter, no one can love him OR hate him. everyone just feels indifference for him.
also, the movie showed how having good intentions and trying to help people doesn't mean they're gonna be great people. it doesn't guarantee they're loyalty or kindness.
peter just helps people. it doesn't matter who the person is, or "who's responsibility it is to help" - if he is in the position to help, he will help. AND the epitaph on aunt may's gravestone that said 'help someone and you help everyone' - I think about that a lot.
AND of course andrew and tobey coming back - besides bringing back many hidden childhood memories and validating me for life, both their arcs in this movie remind me of that quote, 'be the person your younger self needed'. it encompasses everything they do in this movie. how they help peter to make the decisions they wish they'd made (and that in turn helps them heal their own wounds).
in real life, we can't give our younger selves the love they needed, but by helping other people who are in the similar situations that we were once in, I believe we heal some of our own wounds as well.
oH MY GOODNESS
SCREAMING
Me: Y’know, maybe I should actually be productive and study for finals.
Also me: *proceeds to watch anime for next three hours*
aw this just made my day
I bought some beautifull apples… so I made animation on it.
THOSE DICE ARE BEAUTIFUL
😭 🌺. lmao
ur first and last recent emojis are ur gender now. mine is 🅱👨❤💋👨
Flying on clouds high
It observes the land below
Imagining the unknown
Dreaming of the lands beyond
Hoping
To find a place to call home.
The best dynamic for a group of characters: every single one of them is the weirdest person you will ever meet, but in wildly different ways. Every time you think you’ve identified “the normal one” they casually reveal that they don’t think birds exist, or they fistfight grizzly bears on the weekends, or they collect human skulls, and you realize again that none of these people are remotely normal.
Also they’re found family.
PLEASE ushijima as a skater boy is KILLING ME
skater bois
*immediately starts watching arcane*
MEL MEDARDA in ARCANE: EPISODE 4
bless me money marge
pLEASE
percy wouldve had a tumblr blog back in 2012 where he actually uploaded real events but everyone thought he was just an incredible shitposter
that is actually worse
A spider, but instead of hundreds of tiny eyes, it has one, big googly eye
queen elizabeth slowly turning into willy wonka i see
All you fools are gonna look super dumb when the Queen hobbles out on her walking stick in February, stops in a daze, topples forward and almost falls flat on her face, but at the last second does a forward somersault, jumps back up, and then cheerfully gives a bunch of children a tour of Buckingham Palace, during which she kills them off one by one, in order to choose which one will be the next queen.
break me off a piece of that unspoken rivalry that everyone knows exists but will not acknowledge
