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pridewon · 1 year
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@deepsets​ said:  nodding off...  BOKUROO RNNRNRNR CHA
Tetsurô has always been fond of his old school’s mascot. Incidentally, he has also always been fond of Fukurôdani’s. There was always something fitting about cats and owls, about hunters eyeing and gauging each other from land & sky, teasing and taunting until one would spot the breach and aim for the jugular. Playfully, of course. 
Years later, years after leaving school and leaving mascots behind him, Tetsurô finds that the metaphor still stands, and stubbornly retains his attachment to the imagery. Especially where Bokuto is involved. 
They have known each other for too many years to dare recount, and Kuroo would have expected the normal ace to know better than to let his guard down around him (no matter that circumstances change, that dynamics and relationships shift - that is a discussion for another time). Kuroo would have expected Bokuto to know better than to elect him as his napping spot - the movie playing on the television apparently insufficient to retain his attention (understandably, maybe, after a week-long tournament). 
The great-horned owl has given in to sleep, and Kuroo has long stopped paying attention to the screen to study Bokuto’s (blissfully) sleeping face -- did the dude always smile when he was asleep? Creepy (vaguely endearing). The great-horned owl is asleep; and the cat slowly raises his hand and --
Pinches Bokuto’s nose.
No reaction. Interesting.
Slowly, he moves his hand a little to the side, and jabs his index into his cheek. Still no reaction. “...” Kuroo fights back the urge to laugh, compromises with a quiet snicker; and slowly moves his hand up to flick his forehead.
Bokuto emits a discontent grunt, and Kuroo almost jolts, holding his breath...
... and Bokuto is sound asleep again. 
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“Pft - sleeping like a baby, aren’tcha.” He comments under his breath, grinning. Ah well. He’ll have plenty of chances to tease him about it when he wakes up. For now, maybe he can just let him sleep (enjoy the moment too).
... maybe he should take a picture. For good measure and blackmail purposes.
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shimzus · 2 years
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@deepsets​​ : a starter for sakusa.  ❜
“   ah , that shriek ?   ”   shimizu doesn’t even look up from her clipboard when the sound cuts through the gymnasium , crisp and clear in the absence of practice-related sounds. there are no sports shoe squeaks against the floor , no encouraging ‘ don’t mind ! ’ or ‘ nice ! ’ shouts , and no fwap of a hand meeting a volleyball. everyone is finished and quiet , so the sound seems louder , and must surprise them all.
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well ... it must surprise everyone but shimizu.   “   it’s miya-san. he asked me to put a good luck charm in his locker , but the only thing the shrine had left were demon masks. i think it’s exam season soon ... everything was sold out.   ”   a demon can protect another demon , though , right ? miya-san and his demon mask will do well together.   “   ah. sorry , sakusa-san. did you want a charm too ?   ”
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decaysate · 2 years
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he’s throwing the ball aimlessly into the air,    setting overhand like it’s second nature──    not so restless,    not so mindless,    like their running just days before.    his sets slow,    then come to a stop altogether,    ball held perfectly within his hands.    do you think you could do what the grand king does?    he wants to ask,    but it sounds too much like do you think we would have won if you could?    he settles for something else.    “    ...    if the grand king is a setter who can bring out one hundred percent in his players,    ”    hinata starts,    eyes trained towards the windows of the gym,    “    i wonder if there’s a setter who can bring out    &.    develop more.    ”    ♡  *    @deepsets​​,    for kageyama.
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deckofclubs · 2 years
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it’s happening again. the team is looking at him with pleading eyes. and their star player, their ace, is moping again. akaashi doesn’t know when he became the resident bokuto whisperer. it’s not a title he gained on purpose or asked for. and yet, there’s a court full of team mates looking at him expectantly. with a heavy sigh, he walks over to bokuto, crouching down and putting his hands on his thighs to balance. he can tell by the droopy hair it’s bad this time. this is going to take some extra work to restore their ace to rightful balance. his team mates should buy him ramen for this. 
‘ what is it this time.’ this tone is balanced, always even. his eyes look unimpressed, but he’s going to hear him out, as always. as soon as he knows what the problem is, he can set his mind to fixing it. the quicker he diffuses this bomb, the smaller the explosion is going to be. ‘ spit it out. ‘ 
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prommytheus · 6 months
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don’t ask a naruhodo about his home life
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doll-elvis · 10 months
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I’ve spent an embarrassing amount of time looking at every little detail of these close ups on his face
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askcometcare · 8 months
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Please tell Sly to never ever watch the Spinch version of Final Destination
OOC: I was forced to watch it as a child by someone irresponsible and honestly I think it traumatized me enough to develop some of these fears
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veilkeeper · 6 months
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Astarion: There you are. I've been waiting. Waiting since the moment I set eyes on you. Waiting to have you.
this scene is so funny/interesting when you're playing a githyanki and you know astarion is manipulating you. he's like "since the moment i set eyes on you" like damn astarion you must be openminded as fuck because every other person ive met since i got here has been calling me fugly to my face! cute of you to pretend, though.
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libraryfag · 15 days
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Sondheims musicals are so good. everyone say thank you to divorce.
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nolanhollogay · 3 months
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JJ scoffed. "Stop talking about yourself like that!" Groaning in frustration, he rubbed a hand over his face, "You're not some unimportant loser like you think you are!"
Edgar rolled his eyes. "You have to say that, you're my boyfriend."
"That doesn't mean I'm not right!" He reached out, grabbing Edgar's face between his palms. "Everyone thinks you're the greatest person who ever lived, basically. I just think it better than them."
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pridewon · 1 year
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@deepsets​ said:  nodding off...   WHAT IF IWAOI what a surprise hold on i got another one (sleepy prompt is love, sleepy prompt is life)
It’s already getting dark outside. Iwaizumi always loses track of time, when the seasons transition from autumn to winter, when the days stretch short and a practice game late in the afternoon carries them into evening that turns into early night. Hajime looks out the window of the bus driving them home from their away game, the hood of his hoodie pulled over his head; the rest of the bus, fallen mostly silent after everyone has succumbed to sleep one by one. Even Oikawa has seemingly run out of steam. Might explain why the ride home is so quiet and uneventful.
Iwaizumi fumbles through his pockets, searching for his phone (a podcast is good company too, after a long day) and a brief, jerky movement catches the corner of his eye. He glances up; and bites back a sigh. Oikawa is asleep, or falling asleep, and endlessly startling themselves awake because... well. Buses aren’t comfortable. Especially without proper headrests.
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Iwaizumi contemplates his options, and -- nudges Oikawa awake (’gweh?’, they starts - so elegant). Naturally, Oikawa starts protesting (what do you want, Iwa-chan, I’m trying to sleep here!!) (to which Iwaizumi glowers in retaliation). “Oi. You’re gonna hurt your neck if you sleep like that.” Of course, Oikawa (in their defense) doesn’t read minds; so they look at him with that ‘yes, and?’ look (he contemplates kicking them in the shin, just ‘cause). Urgh - for someone so observant, they’re really clueless, sometimes. Seijoh’s ace sighs, and, customary gruffness transpiring through choice of gestures and lack of words, pats his own shoulder. Like an invitation. A permission.
He ignores (pretends to ignore) the glimmer that flashes in Oikawa’s eyes; preemptively mutters a shut up at the same time as they say something he barely hears; and settles back into his seat when, with a content sigh, his best friend / partner / headache lodges their head in the crook of his neck. 
Oikawa is comfortable, and soon, Iwiazumi can feel their body slump a little more, get heavier against him; a sideglance to confirm his friend’s slowed and peaceful breathing as they drift to proper sleep.
Of course, that means Iwaizumi can’t move for the rest of the trip home, lest he wakes them up, but... ... well, it’s a small sacrifice, worth making.  Just don’t tell Oikawa. 
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shimzus · 2 years
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@deepsets​​ : a starter for yachi.  ❜
shimizu worries she may be overstepping her boundaries for a moment in asking this , but it’s not as if there’s any reason she should forbid herself from posing the question. hitoka-chan is her friend—— not her best friend , and still her junior , of course—— but a friend nonetheless. the more time that they spend together , the more often that shimizu finds herself able to step out of her shell and ask the questions first , rather than wait for them to come to her.
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“   ne , hitoka-chan ... you have a birthday soon , right ?   ”   shimizu turns her head towards her when she asks , and her eyes seem to soften a bit with curiosity. though she can’t recall the exact date , she’d remembered it being in september when hitoka-chan submitted her application to become the manager. she thinks.   “   ano —— i think i’m remembering properly ...   ”
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dodgermd · 8 months
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Unpopular opinion, but Crowley is not exactly the forward part in this relationship, if you ask me. I dunno why people often draw fanart of Aziraphale all blushy and flustered, while I dunno, the way I see it that angelic little bitch knows exactly what he wants, the lil' serpent is the one confused. XD
Just because you're the soft, friendly one doesn't mean you're not also the forward one. Just because you're the sassy straight-forward one, doesn't mean you're not the flustered one. ;)
That said. They are both ethereal beings so "love" is on a whole different level than commonly viewed anyway, if you ask me. But that's another story.
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treesbian · 3 months
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my godsister walked in on me dramatically overlining my lips on purpose (im trying to look like a drag queen) and went "what the fuck!!" and then proceeded to tell me that if im going to overline my lips i should do it more subtly but i said "no this is on purpose im trying to look like a drag queen." and she told me she could still see where my natural lip starts and i said "yeah. like a drag queen." and she said "...no." LOL. it's just a silly thing but i am confident i know more about drag than she does
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veilkeeper · 6 months
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Astarion: I must see this. Don't you dare say no. Astarion: Oh, bravo! Encore! Astarion: It was a fine strike. Excellent form!
i called you beautiful can you be slightly less cruelly delighted by my pain 😭 truthfully i dont have a good read on why he's reacting like this. why is he literally cheering on the admittedly kind of erotic torture, doesnt he have a vested interest in roz not being a pincushion now
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