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Haruka is the gayest of them all tbh.

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Cat:*appears*

Makoto:sign me the FUCK up 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my selｆ 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠＯOOＯOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

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get to know me meme: [3/10] characters:

→ Makoto Tachibana - “When I taught Hayato how to swim backstroke, he told me, “I’m not scared of swimming anymore! I had fun!” It made me so happy. That’s why I wanted to show even more kids just how fun it is to swim! I want to join the teaching side of the swim world, and to learn how to do that, I’m going to college in Tokyo. That’s the dream I’ve found for myself.“

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log8 by ニシナ

「Permission to reprint granted by artist!」

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So I’ve been working on my town for a while now, and I think I’m almost done. I’d love for people to take a look! My dream address is 4000-5564-8041

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matsuokalamna said: ((We didn’t want to hurt your feelings!!)) 

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“H-Hey! I’m not that bad...” Being compared to a mother hen was embarrassing: it was no secret that he would go over-board when it comes to spoiling, that he’d indulge his friends a little too much ... but he’d never considered himself to be the motherly-type before, and hearing it from Rin of all people leaves him flustered. “Besides... Isn’t a Rooster more appropriate?”

He falls silent as the other continues, and his eyes grow fractionally wider at the other’s admission. It was a simple statement, nonchalant and casual, and he really shouldn’t be so surprised with everything Rin does for him; but he’d never expected for something like this to be vocalized, had never really thought of it.

His expression softens as their gazes meet again, and he offers his friend a gentle smile, grateful for the other’s statement: for Rin’s feelings.

“Mn! Well, if that’s the case, we should do it then! When are you guys free?” He shifts in Rin’s arms, playfully jostling his friend, “I’m sure Nagisa and Rin would love to see Nitori and Momotarou again ... and I know Haru would enjoy an extra after-hours practice at Samezuka’s pool.”

He keeps his voice light, briefly wondering if something like that would even be allowed. It wouldn’t be like they were breaking in again -- but Samezuka probably had some rules about this sort of thing, even if it was their Captain.

“We should probably talk about this somewhere else though ...I mean, it’s been a while since I saw you, too, after all.”

He squeezes Rin’s hands again, his fingers curling in gentle reassurance -- a quiet plea. “What do you say? Do you wanna have some fun on our day off?”

Scoffing lightly, he jabs a finger into the center area of Makoto’s chest, though his eyes are almost playful, lighted up with his usual heat and passion but more relaxed than he often gets to be, present in the way the corners of his hues are crinkled up slightly with laugh lines. Rin’s grateful for this – He never says it, would never say it, but he takes relief in the way easy banter about the most silly of things could come naturally to them; it’s almost his salvation, that teasing Makoto and being teased by Makoto is as simple as breathing in air. He guesses this is his form of being spoiled. Not from gifts, not anything he thinks spoiling is supposed to be like, but this is indulgence, and Rin has always firmly believed that indulging oneself at the right times can keep one alive.

“Of course you can’t imagine it, you’re the type who likes spoiling people,” he accuses, gaze turning into a pointed glare, as he prods his finger just a tad bit harder against Makoto’s chest, before letting it lie limply again. “Honestly … You spoil and baby people so much, like some kind of mother hen – It kind of makes me want to spoil you, sometimes.”

The admittance causes him to look away briefly, expression shifting to a more unsure one, though Rin doesn’t really regret giving life to those words. He thinks he should feel more embarrassed, but he’s surprisingly not. Still, it doesn’t stop him from feeling glad for the change in topic, eyes flickering back to meet Makoto’s own pair as he allows himself to deflate further over the other’s ever supportive back, a small annoyed sound making its way out of his lips.

“They’re too noisy, be glad you don’t manage them every single day. But things are going well, I guess. It’d be nice if we could have another joint practice soon … I can’t remember the last time I swam with you guys.” He’s speaking figuratively, of course, and he’s definitely lying –  Rin remembers clear as day what they did the last time they swam together, but well, it would just be nice to see Iwatobi again.

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Flouxish: 

[❀]—;           It’s another wonderful, brisk, and windy day in the region of Hoenn, and another day of an adventure with Ray, and her cherished Pokémon team. The beluga hadn’t been traveling alone, however. She’d made a good friend along the way; a tall, well-built, handsome brunet by the name of Makoto, their bond reminiscent of inseparable siblings; their Pokémon teams’ strength like that of a Kangaskhan and its child. Strong, unbreakable. The duo had set up camp on the borders of a forest alongside a beach, the area teeming with all sorts of life. Of course, they had befriended those of the friendlier Pokémon, sharing meals, bonding, playing, whilst allowing their companions out of their capsules to enjoy themselves.

                     Hiromi, Ray’s Altaria, had already perched itself upon the back of Makoto’s Grotle, much to the Grove Pokémon’s delight. Ayaka, her Meganium, rarely left the raven’s side, only to vanish, reappearing quickly with bundles of blossoms tenderly carried in its maw as a gift, thoroughly enjoyed, rewarded with Pecha Berries. Ryuu cheerfully frolicked about in the ocean with the orca’s Dragonite; their squeals, hums and cries of delight filling the air around them. Megumi and Kohaku, her Sylveon and Goodra, frolicked about while Emi, the Togekiss, nestled itself in a nearby tree. She apparently enjoyed the harmony of the area, occasionally roosting on Ray’s belly when she came back to the campsite for a rest.

                     The sun has started to set, and with little persuasion needed, the beluga and orca are settled atop Ryuu’s back, drifting with little care in the water. The streaks of orange and violet marking the near-twilight sky are incredible– beautiful. Gently caressing the tender cream-colored flesh on the Pokémon’s neck, she hums, pressing a loving kiss to the dual-type’s cheek.

                                   “The sunset’s really pretty, isn’t it, Ryuu?”

                     The Transport Pokémon cooed in response, splashing its lofty flippers in the salty water, causing the raven to bubble with laughter. Ray would shift around on the shell, turning to face Makoto with a cheeky smile marking her features.

                                             “What about you, Mako-chan?                                                       Isn’t it just gorgeous?”

“It’s beautiful,” Makoto’s voice trails into a gentle laugh as he shifts on the Lapras’ back. He scoots higher, sliding along the rough ridges of its shell, being careful not to slip into the water.

If he were to be honest with himself he’d admit that he was still a little frightened of the sea, especially so close to nighttime: the water was quickly growing darker, and it ripples in the wake of Ryuu’s flippers in a way that was a bit unsettling.

“I really like sunsets. I mean, the sky normally is nice, but ... sunsets just seem warmer.” It was an obvious statement, he realizes: of course everything would seem warmer, bathed in the orange light of a dying day. “They were easy to see, back in my home city, so I guess it’s a bit nostalgic too?” 

He rolls his shoulders up, lifting them as the admission brings a smile to his face, his eyes crinkling from the width of it. Sunsets were long days with his childhood friend, swimming and playing along the shore: they were the deep orange hide of his dragonite, of evening strolls with his mother, and late errands with Tamura-san. 

And now they were quiet evenings with Ray, drifting along the tide.

“Mn.... Next time we should ride on Nanami so that Ryuu can get a break,” his voice lowers into a coo as he strokes his fingers down the curve of Ryuu’s neck, lingering on his smooth, tepid skin. “Do you think that would be okay?”

His question is posed more to the pokemon rather than its trainer, and he playfully bumps Ray with his shoulder when he realizes she’s been left out. 

“It’s been a while since we let them out together though, huh?”

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this bookstore has like four cats and they let them roam around the store it’s so cute. they’re all named after greek gods and i think this ones name is apollo

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MakoHaru Canon Plot Points:

-Haru has stayed over at Makoto’s house to the point where his siblings are familiar enough with him to fall asleep in his lap

-They share t-shirts

-It has become a routine for Makoto to enter Haru’s house and catch him in the bath.

-They would hold hands when they were younger

-Makoto’s character song “Shiokaze No Friendship” is dedicated to his relationship with Haru.

-They share popsicles with each other

-Haru said that if he were a girl, he would choose Makoto as a boyfriend.

-Makoto considers swimming meaningless if Haru isn’t there with him.

-They sometimes watch the sun set together.

-Makoto knows Haru so well that he can often guess what he is thinking and be correct.

-When presented with something visually beautiful, Makoto prefers seeing Haru’s reaction than looking at it himself.

-Their natural sleeping positions mirror each other, somewhat implying that they’re used to sleeping side by side one another with hands interlocked.

-Makoto will usually go to Haru’s house and wait for him. Haru will go to Makoto’s place first and wait for him on occasions when he’s concerned for him or potentially nervous.

-Haru, while generally stoic, is very protective over Makoto.

-The writers of Free! stated that Makoto and Haru’s dialogue is identical to that of a married couple.

All of these can be backed up with evidence. Feel free to add anything on that I might have forgotten!