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touchlikethesun · 6 months
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bokuto koutarou you have my entire heart <3
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marcelineuntitled · 2 months
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fanart for This Is Not The End by @kings-highway
potentially my favourite fic ever!! <3
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bectoshi · 2 months
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the haikyu men on twitter.
alternatively: the haikyuu men as tweets that my friend group has posted
warnings: very much nsfw (my friends are freaks), swearing, mature themes, lowkey ooc, just crack tbh, EVERYONE IS AGED UP!!! TIMESKIP!CHARACTERS!!!
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reineyday · 4 months
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it's been 12 hours and i'm still thinking about how kai, kuroo and yaku, when getting off the court, wordlessly fell into this formation where kuroo and kai flanked yaku, who put his arms around both of their necks, and then they walked off like that with yaku barely touching the ground. it's so cute. they're so friends!!!
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samubytheocean · 1 month
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Kuroo Tetsuro, and whatever teenage is.
Last summers end just before you come to a closure about whatever childhood was, and from there it’s all a rush to somewhere else- and at last, in the car ride, you wonder if one thing had been different, would everything be different?
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Because Kuroo, that tall, lean, built, handsome man that he has grown up to, now you realize that you’ve loved him all these years along. Now you see the stupid dances, the new years countdowns, the dumb traditions you’ve laughed at your friends fussing over, he has been right next to you all along. Growing up is cruel, and funny. Because finally, like the late summer afternoon breeze, it sweeps you over that in his laughter, there always had been some glaze of hope. It always had been you, in the corner of his gaze.
And it pains you to look over at the window, at the passing of the neighborhood you knew by name. Each turn is an age, and if anyone asks you, you can almost act out all those memories, so dear and, God, so you. The walks home, where Kuroo had his arms around Kenma, nagging at his posture and you laughing. The scent of the frame is so clear, because even then his other hand was hovering across yours, only inches away. That space between, now looking back, you sheepishly almost dare to hope to fold and have those young, dumb hands meet.
It truly is a beautiful thing, you think that behind the word teenage, maybe people came up with the form of it, because nothing will truly capture that time other than muttering out wistfully, truly that was the age of something. Something. Something. You wish it was something. You wish you did something, said something. To whisper out an invitation to the movies you went with him and Kenma a little different. To have had the chance to truly look at his nervous eyes before the match and give that hug a second longer, just enough for Kuroo to even guess if both your heartbeats bass the same. To have held his hand, just yesterday even. You could’ve, and it’s bitter because even then you knew, that “stay” from you could have lighten his desire to take the step to believe in love, as doubtful and afraid he is of it secretly in the inside.
But you pass his house. The blur, soundly familiar with the unspoken you now have the wisdom to name love all along makes you look back for a moment longer. In the movies they’d turn the car around, and you’d come running into the house for a breathless kiss, a perfect ending to a coming of age movie. That cut would be perfect, the credits coming up before crowds wonder about the monstrosities of entering college with a long distance relationship back home. That ending, careless and too easy, that you honestly long for right now, would be perfect.
Lost in you thoughts, you almost miss the ringing of your phone. Almost shameful, although not knowing why you should be caring about now recognizing your feelings about your childhood best friend, you hurriedly answer without looking.
“Have you left yet?” Kuroo’s rushed voice spits out as soon as you tap the screen. Instinctively, although you don’t know why, you step on the brakes in the middle of the streets, pulling up the the nearest corner.
“I- no. I mean I am.” You hush out. You don’t recognize your voice, and it would have made you laugh if you weren’t busy trying to figure why the hell you were so desperately getting out of the car, unfamiliar tears fogging up your senses.
“Oh.”
“I’m right by your house though. I-“ you cut him off, just for him to interrupt almost helplessly.
“I have to tell you something- God no there’s something you’ve left here- shit just-“ he’s blabbering now, and you’re sprinting now. Each step, in the street you can name each shadow of the afternoon branch, of your childhood, of all you know, is a courage. Almost drunk of the moment, this age of somewhere in between and growing up, you come home just one more time.
“I can see you.” You come home to that familiar figure standing outside his house, that stupid familiar hair still jagged up. Maybe four steps closer, he starts sprinting closer as well. Kuroo runs up to you, arms opening to catch you slowing down to look at his face. His lips are all bitten red, and his hands are visibly shaking.
“You- I was scared-“ he starts again.
“Yeah.” You breathe out, shaking away the tears with messy laughter.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I-“
And you open your lips, not sure what to say through all these feelings, maybe to echo out what he was trying to say? But ease comes to you, just like growing up. Love is courage, and taking those steps you were too young to even recognize. Because with him it’s okay, no. You don’t even care if it’s okay. It’s just Tetsuro. And it’s just you. You’ve seen this from the beginning, like that Easter egg in the beginning of the film. Just like time passing, too easy and beautiful and regretfully-
He leans closer, the space rapidly closing with his cluttering hands on your shoulders, he looks at your eyes a millisecond before capturing that moment with a swift sigh.
Whenever the movie cuts, whatever the plot may be, you feel his hungry, careful kiss.
Reckless? Yes. But love. And love all along.
So what’s the matter?
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itsmiyamore · 1 month
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Marry me.
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kuroosdarling · 1 year
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hello friendz !! i am packing my bags and moving to @tetzoro !!! please come join me if ya want ^_^
back to navi.
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eurydicees · 3 months
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every day i think about the haikyuu stage actors posting photos of the shrines to their own characters that they have in their houses. and also a birthday cake one had on his character's birthday (he does this every year). kosuke asuma and shouri kondo you will always be icons to me<3
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kuroo-hitsuji · 1 year
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Oops 😵‍💫
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touchlikethesun · 6 months
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assigning haikyuu!! characters to arctic monkeys albums
i can't really explain most of these, the classifications are based on vibes and instinct for the most part, iygiygi <3 obvs i have my own biases, but i'd love to hear what other people think, if there's a character that reminds you of an am song or album there's not a lot of shiratorizawa rep or rep from some other teams just bc i don't know them as well so i am so curious about others' ideas :) (i've put whatever song off each album reminds me the most of them in the parentheses btw but none of these classifications were based solely off any one song and more the vibe of the whole album)
whatever people say i am that's what i'm not: kuroo (from the ritz to the rubble... or when the sun goes down lol); kags (i bet that you look good on the dance floor)
favourite worst nightmare: yams (for my bestest boy it could only be am's Most Iconic Song Ever, fluorescent adolescent); hinata (brianstorm)
humbug: tsukki (dirty little liar, just alex turner's vocals in that... it's so kei so kei)
suck it and see: osamu (don't sit down because i've moved your chair); daichi (brick by brick)
am: suna (snap out of it), kags (yes kags is listed for two he is a complex individual, anyways off am, it's gotta be the tour de force that is r u mine)
tranquility base hotel & casino: akaashi (the obvious choice would be star treatment, but i'll say one point perspective)
the car: oikawa (big ideas, if i'm being angsty, but if not then perfect sense)
anyways there's the list!! revisions might be made as i keep relistening to am's discography, but for right now, we'll leave it there xx
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getosugurusbangs · 2 months
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HOW DO YOU DRAW THIS MF’S HAIR 🔥🔥🔥💥💥🔥🔥🔥🔥💥💥💥
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match-your-steps · 3 months
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i was looking up kuroo from haikyuu because i can never be sure i have remembered any of the characters in that thing correctly but instead of typing haikyuu kuroo i just automatically typed hetalia kuroo (i often forget things about hetalia as well) and not only is it embarrassing how confused i was for a good sixty seconds until i figured out my mistake but now every time i try to look up something about hetalia for actual real, my search engine auto suggests hetalia kuroo from my search history so i think i am not allowed to let this go and forget about it apparently
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reverie-starlight · 3 months
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hi!! I was sooo busy this past week but I have a couple things in the works so I’ll try to finish one up soon hehe
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seiwas · 1 year
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which of your faves has a good singing voice 🎤
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sudden urge to write for hq begone….. sudden urge to write for hq BEGONE…………
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chrollogy · 3 months
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btw i was reading ur tags on syrup and it helped me realize im always writing men to be pathetic 😭 like to me that’s kinda the best thing a man can be !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
eggy omg i honestly love how you write them !! i am SMITTEN 😫 it has me giggling n kicking my feet bc i need men to be so pathetic its almost embarrassing :> you delivered sm with syrup oikawa and i cannot wait to read more AAAAAAAAAAAA
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