"Average Tumblr user hits posts limit 3 a year" factoid actually just statistical error. Average Tumblr user hits post limit 0 times a year. Rebloggs Julia who lives in Stockholm & hits post limit regularly, is an outlier and should not have been counted.
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kageyama x hinata
Kageyama was sick. He wasn’t ‘cough-cough, boo hoo’ sick, he was ‘104° fever can’t get out of bed’ sick. He didn’t go to school, which meant he also missed volleyball practice.
Meanwhile, Hinata’s concern was ever-growing. Kageyama never missed school. He’d just have to go to his house afterwards and see what was going on for himself.
After the bell rang, Hinata quickly cycled down the path to Kageyama’s house. He knocked on the door. “Hello?” said Hinata. The door was open. “Come in.” came Kageyama’s nasally reply. “You left the door open. I could have robbed you!” Hinata scolded.
“Only thing you’ve stolen is my heart.” Kageyama thought, but the words that came out of his mouth were something along the lines of “Whatever.”. “You sound horrible. Are you sick?” came the tangerine boy’s reply. “Yeah, I have a fever, boke,” Kageyama said. “There’s some soup on the stove. Could you get it for me?”
Hinata did more than get the soup for him. He heated it up, spoon fed it to him, fetched a wet cloth for his head, kissed his forehead (but Kageyama didn’t need to know that), and got him his meds. After a long day of tending to the king of the court, Hinata was just about to leave. He checked Kageyama’s temperature for the last time, but Kageyama stirred. “Don’t go,” He mumbled. “He’s so cute when he’s asleep,” thought Hinata. “It’s just the fever talking.”
He was going to go nonetheless, but Kageyama grabbed him and held him against his chest, his face in Hinata’s fluffy hair. Hinata blushed a light pink, but snuggled up with him. “I think I like you better when you’re asleep.” he muttered, holding Kageyama close.
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Take care of your hip flexors, friends. Popping your hip out of its joint suuuuuuucks.
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to [JANUS], the whole world looks like an open page. with a leap of faith, their skills in [POTIONEERING] grows a little stronger. for [THIRTY-FIVE] years, they have survived a world of magic with both their [SENSITIVE] and [UNPREDICTABLE]. they work as a [CHEF], but if they could change their fate, they’d want to [BE A NORMAL AND GOOD PERSON]
(im siwan, he/him, human) ... inspired by the likes of ( jay jo, todoroki, simon, shinjiro aragaki, naruto. )
born in selphia, the youngest child to a small and cultish family of wizards. during a rebellion around his fourth year of life, disgruntled workers summoned a nebulous spirit to wreak havoc on their oppressors. a large feline creature with batlike wings and a blood toll to collect.
his family was hired to banish this spirit from its control of the area. with no alternatives but their eye on the prize they marked janus with permanent engravings then sought to lock the beast away.
used as a vessel at the age of 4 years old, janus became a container for the beast and his family become heralded legends.
for years after his family treated him terribly. anything he did was blamed on his fate and the evil that was locked inside. they blamed everything on him. but since they planned to one day learn a way to unlock him to release the spirit inside and harness the power for themselves, they kept a close eye on him.
when he was old enough, janus was sent to a shrine that held favor with his family to receive further spiritual and magical training.
for years here he stayed. treated no better, perhaps even worse, due to the darkness inside.
eventually he did make some friends of the devout who visited there to pray frequently. many of which would regularly tell him he deserved kindness and freedom. all of which told him something foreign to him; he was not a monster.
eventually he built up enough courage to run away with one of his closest friends since living there.
once out in the world he began life for the first time on his own.
he worked many jobs and kept to himself. he lived in fear that people would realize he was the evil vessel he had experienced so much grief over for so many years.
currently he works as a chef in not 1 but 2 giovanni’s (head chef in one and filling in for a missing position in another), he worked his way up from a waiter and learned the trade diligently.
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