#miya poetry

[iphigeniacomplex]

লিখি লোৱা, মই এজন মিঞা ("Write Down 'I am a Miyah'", 2016) by Hafiz Ahmed, translated from Assamese to English by Shalim M. Hussain, began a movement of resistance poetry among Assamese Muslims of Bengali descent, referred to as Miya Poetry after a slur used to describe this community. From Abdul Kalam Azad, for Indian Express ("Write...I am a Miya", 2019):

This poem went viral and other young poets started responding to him through poems. The young poets also started reclaiming “Miya”, a slur used against us, as our identity with pride. This chain of Facebook posts continued for days, reiterating the violence, suffering and humiliation expressed by our community. As time passed, more poets wrote in various languages and dialects, including many Miya dialects. The nomenclature ‘Miya Poetry’ got generated organically but the poets and their associates have been inspired by the Negritude and Black Arts movements, and queer, feminist and Dalit literary movements, where the oppressed have reclaimed the identity which was used to dehumanise them. The trend transcended our community. Poets from the mainstream Assamese community also wrote several poems in solidarity with the Miya poets while some regretted not being poets. Gradually, this became a full-fledged poetry movement and got recognised by other poets, critics and commentators. The quality and soul of these poems are so universal that they started finding prominence on reputed platforms. For the first time in the history of our community, we had started telling our own stories and reclaiming the Miya identity to fight against our harassers who were dehumanising us with the same word. They accused us of portraying the whole Assamese society as xenophobic. The fact is we have just analysed our conditions. Forget generalising the Assamese society as ‘xenophobic’, no Miya poet has ever used the term ‘xenophobic’ nor any of its variants. The guilt complex of our accusers is so profound that they don’t have the patience to examine why we wrote the poems.

Amrita Singh, writing for The Caravan ("Assam Against Itself", 2019), detailed the political backlash against Miya Poetry, in particular the above poem.

On 10 July this year, Pranabjit Doloi, an Assam-based journalist, filed a complaint at Guwahati’s Panbazar police station accusing ten people of indulging in criminal activities “to defame the Assamese people as Xenophobic in the world.” Doloi claimed that the ten people were trying to hinder the ongoing updation of the National Register of Citizens, a list of Assam’s Indian citizens that is due to be published on 31 August. The premise of Doloi’s complaint was a widely-circulated poem called, “Write down I am Miya,” by Hafiz Ahmed, a school teacher and social activist. “Write. Write down I am a Miya/ A citizen of democratic secular republic without any rights,” Ahmed wrote. The police registered a first information report against Doloi’s complaint, booking all ten persons for promoting enmity between groups, among other offences. [...] At the press conference, Mander emphasised that people in Assam are in distress because of the NRC’s arbitrary and rigid procedures. “One spelling mistake when you are writing a Bengali name in English … that is enough for you to be in a detention center, declared a foreigner,” Mander said. “If you are not allowing this lament to come out in the form of poetry, then where is this republic of India going?”

Ahmed's poem is influenced in structure by "Identity Card", a 1964 poem by by Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish which uses the symbolic figure of the Palestinian working man to confront Israeli occupiers. Darwish's identity card, a symbol of Israeli subjugation transformed into a cry of Palestinian national identity, is reshaped by Ahmed into the National Register of Citizens for Assam and the accompanying fear of statelessness and disenfranchisement for the Miya people.

This solidarity between writers from oppressed groups is, of course, not one that ends with Darwish and Ahmed, nor with the Black, queer, feminist, and Dalit influences of Miya Poetry. As long as there is oppression, there will be companionship and recognition reflected in art and activism. On December 13, 2023, Black Agenda Report reprinted Refaat Alareer's "If I Must Die", acknowledging the connection between Alareer's poem and "If We Must Die" by Claude McKay, written in 1919 in response to the Red Summer white supremacist riots. In 2000, Haitian community activist Dahoud Andre translated "If We Must Die" into Kreyòl, and the Black Agenda Report editorial honors Alareer in a similar way, reprinting "If I Must Die" with an accompanying Kreyòl translation. (POEM: If I Must Die, Refaat Alareer, 2023.)

Transcripts under the cut.

[Hafiz Ahmed Transcripts (Assamese and English):

লিখি লোৱা, মই এজন মিঞা

লিখা, লিখি লোৱা মই এজন মিঞা এন. আৰ. চিৰ ক্রমিক নং ২০০৫৪৩ দুজন সন্তানৰ বাপেক মই, অহাবাৰ গ্ৰীষ্মত জন্ম ল’ব আৰু এজনে তাকো তুমি ঘিণ কৰিবা নেকি যিদৰে ঘিণ কৰা মোক?

লিখি লোৱা, মই এজন মিঞা পতিত ভূমি, পিতনিক মই ৰূপান্তৰিত কৰিছোঁ শস্য-শ্যামলা সেউজী পথাৰলৈ তোমাক খুৱাবলৈ মই ইটা কঢ়িয়াইছোঁ তোমাৰ অট্টালিকা সাজিবলৈ, তোমাৰ গাড়ী চলাইছোঁ তোমাক আৰাম দিবলৈ, তোমাৰ নৰ্দমা ছাফা কৰিছোঁ তোমাক নিৰোগী কৰি ৰাখিবলৈ, তোমাৰে সেৱাতে মগন মই অনবৰত তাৰ পিছতো কিয় তুমি খৰ্গহস্ত? লিখা, লিখি লোৱা মই এজন মিঞা গণতান্ত্ৰিক, গণৰাজ্য এখনৰ নাগৰিক এজন যাৰ কোনো অধিকাৰ নাইকিয়া মাতৃক মোৰ সজোৱা হৈছে সন্দেহযুক্ত ভোটাৰ যদিও পিতৃ-মাতৃ তাইৰ নিঃসন্দেহে ভাৰতীয়

ইচ্ছা কৰিলেই তুমি মোক হত্যা কৰিব পাৰা, জ্বলাই দিব পৰা মোৰ খেৰৰ পঁজা, খেদি দিব পাৰা মোক মোৰেই গাঁৱৰ পৰা, কাঢ়ি নিব পাৰা মোৰ সেউজী পথাৰ মোৰ বুকুৰ ওপৰেৰে চলাব পাৰা তোমাৰ বুলড্‌জাৰ তোমাৰ বুলেটে বুকুখন মোৰ কৰিব পাৰে থকাসৰকা (তোমাৰ এই কাৰ্যৰ বাবে তুমি কোনো স্তিও নোপোৱা) যুগ-যুগান্তৰ তোমাৰ অত্যাচাৰ সহ্য কৰি ব্ৰহ্মপুত্ৰৰ চৰত বাস কৰা মই এজন মিঞা মোৰ দেহা হৈ পৰিছে নিগ্ৰো কলা মোৰ চকুযুৰি অঙঠাৰ দৰে ৰঙা সাৱধান! মোৰ দুচকুত জমা হৈ আছে যুগ যুগান্তৰৰ বঞ্চনাৰ বাৰুদ আঁতৰি যোৱা, নতুবা অচিৰেই পৰিণত হ’বা মূল্যহীন ছাইত!

Write Down ‘I am a Miyah’ Hafiz Ahmed, 2016 trans. Shalim M. Hussain

Write Write Down I am a Miya My serial number in the NRC is 200543 I have two children Another is coming Next summer. Will you hate him As you hate me?

write I am a Miya I turn waste, marshy lands To green paddy fields To feed you. I carry bricks To build your buildings Drive your car For your comfort Clean your drain To keep you healthy. I have always been In your service And yet you are dissatisfied! Write down I am a Miya, A citizen of a democratic, secular, Republic Without any rights My mother a D voter, Though her parents are Indian.

If you wish kill me, drive me from my village, Snatch my green fields hire bulldozers To roll over me. Your bullets Can shatter my breast for no crime.

Write I am a Miya Of the Brahamaputra Your torture Has burnt my body black Reddened my eyes with fire. Beware! I have nothing but anger in stock. Keep away! Or Turn to Ashes.

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[Mahmoud Darwish Transcripts (Arabic and English):

سجِّل أنا عربي ورقمُ بطاقتي خمسونَ ألفْ وأطفالي ثمانيةٌ وتاسعهُم.. سيأتي بعدَ صيفْ! فهلْ تغضبْ؟ سجِّلْ أنا عربي وأعملُ مع رفاقِ الكدحِ في محجرْ وأطفالي ثمانيةٌ أسلُّ لهمْ رغيفَ الخبزِ، والأثوابَ والدفترْ من الصخرِ ولا أتوسَّلُ الصدقاتِ من بابِكْ ولا أصغرْ أمامَ بلاطِ أعتابكْ فهل تغضب؟ سجل أنا عربي أنا اسم بلا لقبِ صَبورٌ في بلادٍ كلُّ ما فيها يعيشُ بفَوْرةِ الغضبِ جذوري قبلَ ميلادِ الزمانِ رستْ وقبلَ تفتّحِ الحقبِ وقبلَ السّروِ والزيتونِ .. وقبلَ ترعرعِ العشبِ أبي.. من أسرةِ المحراثِ لا من سادةٍ نُجُبِ وجدّي كانَ فلاحاً بلا حسبٍ.. ولا نسبِ! يُعَلّمني شموخَ الشمسِ قبلَ قراءةِ الكتبِ وبيتي’ كوخُ ناطورٍ منَ الأعوادِ والقصبِ فهل تُرضيكَ منزلتي؟ أنا اسم بلا لقبِ! سجلْ أنا عربي ولونُ الشعرِ.. فحميٌّ ولونُ العينِ.. بنيٌّ وميزاتي: على رأسي عقالٌ فوقَ كوفيّه وكفّي صلبةٌ كالصخرِ... تخمشُ من يلامسَها وعنواني: أنا من قريةٍ عزلاءَ منسيّهْ شوارعُها بلا أسماء وكلُّ رجالها في الحقلِ والمحجرْ فهل تغضبْ؟ سجِّل! أنا عربي سلبتُ كرومَ أجدادي وأرضاً كنتُ أفلحُها أنا وجميعُ أولادي ولم تتركْ لنا.. ولكلِّ أحفادي سوى هذي الصخورِ... فهل ستأخذُها حكومتكمْ.. كما قيلا!؟ إذنْ سجِّل.. برأسِ الصفحةِ الأولى أنا لا أكرهُ الناسَ ولا أسطو على أحدٍ ولكنّي.. إذا ما جعتُ آكلُ لحمَ مغتصبي حذارِ.. حذارِ.. من جوعي ومن غضبي!!

Identity Card Mahmoud Darwish, 1964 trans. Denys Johnson-Davies

Put it on record. I am an Arab

And the number of my card is fifty thousand I have eight children And the ninth is due after summer. What's there to be angry about?

Put it on record. I am an Arab

Working with comrades of toil in a quarry. I have eight children For them I wrest the loaf of bread, The clothes and exercise books From the rocks And beg for no alms at your door, Lower not myself at your doorstep. What's there to be angry about?

Put it on record. I am an Arab.

I am a name without a title, Patient in a country where everything Lives in a whirlpool of anger. My roots Took hold before the birth of time Before the burgeoning of the ages, Before cypress and olive trees, Before the proliferation of weeds.

My father is from the family of the plough Not from highborn nobles.

And my grandfather was a peasant Without line or genealogy.

My house is a watchman's hut Made of sticks and reeds.

Does my status satisfy you? I am a name without a surname.

Put it on record. I am an Arab.

Color of hair: jet black. Color of eyes: brown. My distinguishing features: On my head the `iqal cords over a keffiyeh Scratching him who touches it.

My address: I'm from a village, remote, forgotten, Its streets without name And all its men in the fields and quarry. What's there to be angry about?

Put it on record. I am an Arab.

You stole my forefathers' vineyards And land I used to till, I and all my children, And you left us and all my grandchildren Nothing but these rocks. Will your government be taking them too As is being said?

So! Put it on record at the top of page one: I don't hate people, I trespass on no one's property.

And yet, if I were to become hungry I shall eat the flesh of my usurper. Beware, beware of my hunger And of my anger!

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#it speaks! #re: the tag on my last reblogged post. decided to make that point its own post! #this is long obviously and im employing proper capitalization for ease of reading #obligatory im monolingual disclaimer & cant vouch for translation quality; i chose the johnson-davies translation because -> #<- it is the one i see most commonly spread. i take responsibility for any deficiencies. #going to use some tags because im personally interested in this poetic movement & connection & maybe other people will be too! #palestine #palestinian poetry #assam #miya poetry #political poetry #poetry

[infantisimo]

every now and then it takes hold of me. the title of a poem. i speak it with a snarl a cockiness a defiance almost like an amen. we sons of bitches are doing fine. i know it's miya poetry i know it's a translation i know it's got cultural historical political colours. i respect that. but it transcends all of that because ultimately it's a poem and a good one and you can give it a beat and sing it too. it's about everything. it's not shrunk and squared into a keyword a theme a motif a classification a hierarchy a theory a tea time talking point a section of a syllabus a dsm 5 entry. who wants to live life like that, come on. we sons of bitches are doing fine. by kazi neel. what a title, catches me by the collar. it thumbs its nose, cocks a snook, taunts with tongue, flips the bird. we sons of bitches are doing fine.

#kazi neel #we sons of bitches are doing fine #miya poetry from assam #manic pixie mahasweta devi

[miyasstan]

I was listening to mitski and suddenly thought how samu is so mitski coded idk if it makes sense but imagine him humming "my love, mine all mine" in onigiri miya as he's busy shaping onigiri meanwhile Rin watches him with fond eyes 😭 don't mind me, I'm soft rn :)

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #miya osamu #suna rintarou #miya twins #miya atsumu #haikyuu fluff #osasuna #sunaosa #sakuatsu #kagehina #mitski #my love mine all mine #atsumu miya #poetry #poets on tumblr #osasunaweek

[meganslife]

about me !!!

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BIO: she/her prns | leo | writer, figure skater, artist:)

REQUESTS (open) : peter parker (mcu & tasm preferably but i can probably do any), miles morales, miguel o’hara, gwen stacy, sk8 the infinity, la la land, & poem prompts!! (also just random things to think about…)

REQUESTS I WILL NOT DO:

smut

anything related to domestic violence/abuse

violence in general

rape/noncon

I want my account to be a safe place for everyone. Don’t be weird, rude, etc. Hate has no home here!! ♡︎♡︎

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

MASTERLISTS

TASM peter parker

MCU peter parker

poems and thoughts

sk8 the infinity

#writing #peter parker x reader #tasm peter #peter parker #miles morales #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #sk8 fanart #sk8 the infinity #miya chinen #sk8 reki #reki x langa #ao3 #art #poetry #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #literature #writers on tumblr #poem #writers and poets #la la land #mia dolan #spider man: across the spider verse #tasm peter parker #creative writing #original poem #spiderman

[crazyfox-archives]

A group of haiku poets, writers, and associates at Kōtokuin Temple (高徳院) in Kamakura, Kanagawa Prefecture during the early 20th century with its large bronze image of Amida Buddha in the background

From the left are Hoshino Ritsuko (星野立子), Takahama Kyoshi (高浜虚子), Prince Mikasa no Miya Takahito (三笠宮崇仁), Yoshiya Nobuko (吉屋信子), Mon’ma Chiyo (門馬千代), Ueno Yasushi (上野泰), and Satō Naoko (佐藤治子)

Image from the temple’s official website

#buddhist temple #historic photo #神奈川県 #kanagawa prefecture #鎌倉市 #kamakura #高徳院 #kotokuin #清浄泉寺 #shojosenji #鎌倉大仏 #kamakura daibutsu #japanese literature #japanese poetry #星野立子 #hoshino ritsuko #高浜虚子 #takahama kyoshi #三笠宮崇仁 #mikasa no miya takahito #吉屋信子 #yoshiya nobuko #門馬千代 #monma chiyo #上野泰 #ueno yasushi #佐藤治子 #sato naoko

[incorrect-sakuatsu]

Sakusa: Can you pass the thingy?

Atsumu: The what?

Sakusa: The thingy?

Atsumu:

Sakusa: metal stick with a small bowl on one edge?

Atsumu:

Sakusa: Liquid carrier??

Atsumu:

Sakusa: FORK BUT FOR LIQUID?!

Atsumu:

Atsumu: …

Atsumu: *lifts a spoon* you mean this?

Sakusa: CLEARLY!

Atsumu:

Atsumu: clearly…

#Sakusa writes beautiful poetry but forgets basic words pass it on. #SakuAtsu incorrect quotes #sakuatsu #skts #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu

[maledictus-maleficus]

        " Counterargument: what if I just erase their existence for you? "

#;poetry is an echo. asking a shadow to dance | ic 🌑 #miya vc somewhere in the bg: THAT'S BASICALLY THE SAME THING AS WHAT WINTER SAID? #night vc -shrug- #;crack

[satantica]

sooo i’ve been thinking A LOT about my favorite boys from haikyu and attack on titan and this is just a sudden inspiration

for: sakusa kiyoomi, tsukishima kei, osamu miya, levi ackerman, erwin smith, mike zacharias

Thunderstorm

Your love is somewhat thunderstorm.

It’s striking me in half, I watch it.

My tears hard rain and hands are burnt

By fire of your heart as I approach it.

I’m lost in fields appealing for you.

As sound is hollow, ground shakes.

You let me know where you are going

By growl that wants to leave this place.

I follow rumble straight in darkness

And you light up the sky for me.

A desperate touch and there the mark is

Of lightning for a moment gleamed.

Your love is somewhat thunderstorm.

It’s striking me in half, I watch it.

The sky laments, its tears burn

By watching loved one who can’t touch it.

#poetry #poemsbyme #poem #haikyu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa #kiyoomi sakusa #tsukishima kei #kei tsukishima #haikyuu tsukishima #hq osamu #osamu miya #miya osamu #ackerman levi #levi attack on titan #levi aot #snk levi #levi ackerman #snk erwin #erwin smith #aot erwin #mike aot #mike zacharias

[pretentiousbitch-tm]

about the twins being pulled towards each other like the tides gravitate towards the moon, knowing that they cant ever meet but still not resisting the pull

#like they cant ever meet uk? #yeah lol they just cant ever meet. #poetry? #poetry. #miya twins #i ship them #block me if you must

[sleepy-vix]

Hey tumblr, please give me moots who love the following:

(btw im always updating this lolhdbxj)

-mitski

-lamp

-laufey

-project sekai/colourful stage

-osemanverse

-bungo stray dogs !!!

-banana fish

-jujutsu kaisen

-link click (its so underrated pls where yall lc fans at??)

-Moriarty the patriot

-CHERRY CRUSH webtoon by yemsao

-the case study of vanitas (i kin domi and hate towards her will not be recieved kindly :))

-genshin impact !!

-honkai starrail

-indie games (little nightmares, omori, etc- even tho i havent played it myself i want to be moots with yall :( )

-the secret history by donna tartt

-if we were villains by m.l rio

-six of crows + crooked kingdom (ive only wwatched s1 of the series though + i've read shado and bone trilogy but not king of scars duology yet. tho ive also read hell bent and ninth house by leigh bardugo!)

-manga in general (especially shonen and/or obscure mangas or horror mangas)

-tamen de gushi and/or other GL webcomics

-NANA (i havent watched or read yet but i love the characters alrdy)

-sk8 the infinity (my fav is miya)

-art

-animation

-typology (mbti, etc.) (i suck at it tho i just think its fun and interesting to research when im super bored- im not an expert lmao)

-chainsaw man (my fav character is angel devil)

-horimiya (i love Yuki Yoshikawa)

-poetry/philosophy/shakespeare (im not a bardhead or anything but i do love having mutuals that are interested in these things)

please

#mitski #lamp #project sekai #colourful stage #osemanverse #bungou stray dogs #banana fish #the case study of vanitas #genshin impact #honkai star rail #omori game #little nightmares #the secret history #if we were villains #tamen de gushi #mbti #typology #chainsaw man #sk8 the infinity #sk8 #horimiya #manga #twisted wonderland #cherry crush #six of crows #link click #moriarty the patriot #vix about me #jujutsu kaisen

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕜 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: hello!! platonic welt, jing yuan, blade and dan heng with a mafuyu asahina teen!reader??

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hihi! Absolutely! This surprisingly turned out kinda short but... I really hope you'll still like it!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ platonic

✧ Dan Heng is definitely on more calmer side as well but definitely not as... inert as you

✧ your fake self definitely took him by surprise... because why are you being so formal when he's not even this old?

✧ so obviously he tells you to only call him by name, but won't fight if you won't drop this act

✧ but if he somehow sees right through your mask, by you breaking for split second for a second, he won't be straight with it, he'll just ask if you're okey and if you wanna talk

"Are you okey? You seemed down for a second there... If you need someone to slot oz i can hear you."

✧ at first, he thinks this emotionless state is simply your personality, but soon he realizes it's actually trauma...

✧ and when he discovers that, he's gonna get you to face your proboems, maybe talk back to your mother... and if anything, Express crew definitely won't mind new member!

✧ I feel like he'd read poetry so when you describe your mental feelings by comparing them to physical feelings, he gets it almost immidietly

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@miya-akane @toyaswif3y - come get your quiet but scary trabilazer!

✧ Welt has quite an experience with kids already so he quickly noticed there's something up with you, no kid is so formal all the time for no reason...

✧ so he tried his best to make you feel comfortable and sooner or later, he finally saw your real self

✧ surprisingly, he wasn't scared or anything like that, more worried

✧ her sit down calmly with you and offer a talk so you can either rent or so you'll know for the future that you can rely on him and always tell him everything

✧ if you do rant to him, the topic of your mother definitely catches his ear and he'd ask you to tell him some examples

✧ and lemme tell you this, if you weren't part of the Express, you are now

✧ don't worry about your friends and studies, he doesn't mind teaching you and visiting your hometown every now and then

"Oh that? Yes, I do know it. Are you free for around half an hour currently? Because I'd be more than happy to teach you this."

✧ he's also pretty worried about how much you just don't care but he won't force it and instead keeps a close eye on you, since he believes you'll reach out to him whenever you feel the need to

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@vodka-glrl - come get your father of the express!

✧ Jing Yuan is patient Jen di he doesn't mind a single bit actually

✧ even uf you're still on "good kid" phase with him, he'll respect if you decide to keep it up but first hell assure you it's alright to be yourself

"There's no need to be so formal. We're not in a business meeting."

✧ when he notices you really don't feel any emotions, he figures it must be caused by some trauma and first offers talk with your parents

✧ he's really just trying to help but unless you or someone tells him how's your mother really like, he can't do much

✧ but once he discovers the truth, he gets you to apartment or so, close to him so you could calm down but also so it'd still count as living with an adult as a minor

✧ he's also probably gonna try testing out different things to see your reactions on them, and when he sees you actually took a like of aquarium, he takes you there more often!

✧ and somehow, he can tell what you mean whenever you compare your feelings to physical feelings, it takes him up to 2-3 tries to make a decent conclusion but never more!

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@miya-akane - come get your soft general~

✧ honestly, Blade is similar... I mean, he's literally just a weapon with bi other purpose in life

✧ he actually enjoys how quiet and non problematic you are to the point he doesn't even mind watching over you from the time to time

✧ even if you put in your faje persona, he somehow w sumie w right through you and tells you to "drop it"

✧ that's probably the only thing that annoyed him in you, so he'll tell you once or twice to be yourself around people, but if you won't listen, he'll just leave whenever your "good kid" act is on

✧ also if you notice your mother has bad influence in you he'll get you into Stallaron Hunters, only if you promise bit to bother him later on

✧ get your trauma out by fighting? get your trauma out by fighting without knowing.

"I feel warn when I'm here..."

"I'll turn the heater off."

"Bladie, I don't think it's what they meant..!"

✧ he doesn't get you're actually comparing your emotions to how things feel in touch, probably because he doesn't have much feelings himself...

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@vodka-glrl - come get your cold man!

#star rail #hsr #x reader #hsr x reader #star rail x reader #dan heng #welt yang #jing yuan #blade #dan heng x reader #welt x reader #jing yuan x reader #blade x reader #star rail dan heng #star rail welt #star rail jing yuan #star rail blade #teen reader #platonic #star rail platonic #headcanons #star rail headcanons

[rinsoap]

haikyuu men as my icks bc i hate these men sm 👎

inspired by missmeinyourbones !! / not an x reader.

talks in a baby voice bc his mom didnt give him enough attention (me fr) and u feel bad but its literally so bad that u cant help but audibly groan everytime he refers to himself in third person bc "baby wants cuddies 😣"

bokuto... oikawa (on his worst days). lev (ugh i hate lev 👎) kuroo (bokuto rubbed off on him 🙁) asahi.

acts like a mean middle school boy, absolutely ABUSES the laughing cat emoji "thats tuff buddy 😹💀" like STOP IT. he'll jump to touch the door frame or even worse do that stupid fucking thing where he clings onto the door frame and leans his torso forward but his feet stay? why r u built like a bracket ) ???? refuses to wear anything but shorts and a tshirt even if its snowing. he will literally be shivering and is still like "its fine im not weak 😒" and pls do not get me started on the mouth breathing.......

tanaka. atsumu (but he grew out of it eventually!) i am trying to have hope. hinata.

the most pretentious man u will ever meet. he thinks his poetry is groundbreaking but theyre all haikus and all of them can be summed up by "i was the poem..... but she couldnt read 😣💔🥀" like who r u even talking ab ur single ass has one ex from third grade ❌ tries so hard to be witty but is just corny man like wdym u can quote "sniff out a fake nirvana fan anywhere" ????? he will hype up this "underground" song that the "tiktok mob" hasn't "gotten" yet and its why'd you only call me when you're high by arctic monkeys ?

both miya twins..... oikawa. tsukishima (he is of course a fucking prick). semi i rly dont want to believe this but deep down i KNOW. kyotani. kenma.

has the WORSTT fashion sense like he has zero sense of style. im talking fitted sweats or the sweats that are baggy in the crotch area but super skinny and fitted on the legs. he wears full on tech fleece or those ugly fake bape hoodies and calls it y2k like babe....... and what makes it worse is that he's a fashion SNOB. he is insufferable like he thinks he is so cool and has no idea he looks SO BAD 😭

TERUSHIMA (have u even seen him oh my GOD). atsumu (but he actually did grow out of it bc u would not let him live it down). nishinoya. kindaichi... i am so sorry for this but kuroo 🙁

he cannot clean himself for shit 😭😭 like he showers but he just straight up does not wash his ass "but the water runs down it so ???" like it is surprising he even knows what a loofa is. uses one of those dumb ass "8 in 1" IK ur not using ur "shampoo" to wash ur body ❌❌ and his fingernails r always dirty u have no idea how bc whenever u ask he just says "i dont know how they get like thaaat im sooo clean!! 🥺" u already know there's one lie in that sentence its a good bet its ALL a lie.

daichi (it was such a shock tbh but he absolutely ABUSES 3 in 1). atsumu maybe he is a walking ick. terushima (are we surprised?) kenma (he's a gamer duhh). mattsun (until the entire team bullied him for it W seijoh fr 🙏)

#[ headcanons ] #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #hq #hq headcanons #hq hcs #haikyuu hcs #atsumu headcanons #atsumu x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa headcanons #kuroo headcanons #kuroo x reader #terushima headcanons #terushima x reader #kenma headcanons #kenma x reader #daichi headcanons #daichi x reader #tsukishima headcanons #tsukishima x reader

[capricornlevi]

Atsumu: you’ll be fine samu, ya big baby Atsumu: she’ll say yes obviously  Atsumu: just don’t fuck up the speech 

Osamu reads the last text over and over again until the words are nearly burnt into his retinas.

Oh, shit. 

Oh shit shit shit, Osamu hadn’t even considered the speech. He hadn’t so much as made a rough draft. 

That’s one way to ensure his composure gets completely and utterly shot to hell: a reminder that he’s forgotten what is arguably the most important element of a proposal.

He thought he had all the bases covered – this took several months of planning, after all. He had found the perfect ring, came up with an excuse to have you out of the apartment all morning so he could prepare, subtly persuaded you to book tomorrow off work so you can celebrate properly this evening. 

He had also made sure to glare at Atsumu every time you all hung out together so as to remind him to keep his stupid mouth shut. 

Osamu had also bought roses to decorate your shared apartment – a bit cheesy for both of your tastes, but when will you have another excuse to cover every surface of your living room with some obscenely expensive flower petals? Not only that, but he had a bottle of champagne on ice as well, along with a jug of peach juice in the fridge to make those cocktails you like so much. 

And so this morning he had waved you off to brunch with your college friends with a self-satisfied smile, marvelling at how perfectly this entire thing had worked out. He’s the only Miya capable of conjuring up a semi-convincing poker face so he was certain you didn’t suspect a thing. 

It was all perfect. 

Until about thirty seconds ago, that is, when ‘Tsumu had to go and ruin fucking everything. Now Osamu feels himself spiraling towards panic, unable to identify a single articulate thought, much less the words he’ll say when he gets down on one knee. 

Another text buzzes through. The ring box suddenly feels as though it weighs a tonne, burning a hole in Osamu’s pocket. 

He checks the text with a grimace on his face. 

Atsumu: good luck to ya both. she’ll need it <3

Osamu sighs as he types up a reply. 

Osamu: thanks, dumbass

He locks his phone and sets it down on the counter. 

He had never been great with words; Atsumu was the talker, not him. Sure, his brother could be annoying as shit, but he could also spin together some well-thought-through pickup lines that guaranteed him a date every weekend throughout college. 

Osamu, on the other hand, had never really cared for eloquence. He had always made his way through life using more practical methods, relying on other things, tangible things, all of which had been instrumental in winning you over. It wasn’t with flowery language or poetry, no — he had charmed his way into your life through his genuine nature, considerate actions, and the effort he puts into your relationship. That’s what matters to him. 

But while that’s all well and good, he still has to reckon with the fact that this is a proposal, and even though you didn’t fall in love with a poet, you’re likely expecting something that expresses his feelings for you. 

That’s what’s eating away at Osamu more than anything else: it’s not that he doesn’t feel these things, because he does. God, he does. 

He finally gets all those soppy proposal speeches in the movies, those cheesy sonnets you sometimes read on the front of Valentine’s cards. Every room he’s in, he’s aware of your presence. He seeks you out when you’re not by his side. He has memorised every single detail of your face, your laugh, all your quirks and traits that he’s so achingly fond of. 

He just doesn’t know how to say it aloud, to do it justice. 

The door handle turns and Osamu’s heart leaps in his chest. 

Shit. Does he get on one knee now? Does he wait for you to come in first?

What if you say no?

The door opens and you walk through, oblivious to the romantic decor in your apartment as you shrug off your jacket to hang on the coat rack. There’s a faint smile on your face as you toss your keys on the dresser by the entryway. 

You turn around to see Osamu standing there in the centre of the living room. 

His eyes widen as if he wasn’t expecting you, and then he slowly gets down on one knee. 

As he fishes around in his pocket for something, you see his hands shake. He swallows thickly as pulls out the ring box. 

You blurt out a delighted “yes!” before a single word even leaves his mouth.

A beat of silence passes, the ‘yes’ almost reverberating around the room as both of you process the weight of it. 

Osamu’s eyes widen even further and then he barks out a laugh, loud and full of relief, his hands still trembling. 

“I didn’t even get ta say my piece,” he objects half-heartedly, the breathlessness with which he says it tells you that he wasn’t too set on giving a speech in the first place. “Don’t ya need any convincing?”

You shake your head, closing the distance between the two of you. “No convincing needed.”

The smile on his face looks like it hurts. He’s still on one knee but is far more relaxed now, shoulders having released their tension, some colour returning to his cheeks. 

“Can I at least ask ya anyway?” he points out with a shrug. “Just ta make it official, y’know?”

You’re next to him now and he takes one of your hands in his free one. The ring sparkles in the light from the room around you but you don’t notice it; not with Osamu looking at you like that, like you’re the centre of his entire universe no matter what you say or do. 

And you owe him an answer. 

“Yes, you can ask,” you whisper, delight leeching into every syllable. 

He takes in one deep breath, eyes fixed on your face now as though it’s a calming force.

“Will ya marry me?”

“Yes,” you repeat, voice clear as you can make it, before he gets to his feet and you’re wrapped in his arms. 

You already know what he was going to say in his speech — he tells it to you through his actions, and the way he looks at you. He tells it to you along every step of this life you’ve built together. 

So you thought it best to save him the trouble of saying it, and just answer the easiest question you’ve ever been asked.

“Yes.”

#osamu x reader #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu #osamu miya x reader #timeskip osamu miya x reader #happy valentines my loves <3 #may tries to write #this is so cheesy dont look at me </3

[julia-1901]

"I love dandelions," he wrote.

"I love sunflowers," you responded.

He loved dandelions so much that he is trying himself at poetry. His most recent poem goes like this...

Dandelions, once so bright and fair,

Now their seeds are scattered everywhere,

Much like the memories of a love that's lost,

Floating away, at too great a cost.

Each puffball represents a moment in time,

When our love was golden, before its decline,

Now the fluff drifts away with the breeze,

Taking with it a love that used to please.

But in each dandelion, there's hope anew,

As new flowers bloom, so can love renew,

For every seed, a chance to start again,

To find love once more, and heal the pain.

So let the dandelions drift away,

And embrace a new love, come what may,

For in each new flower, there's a chance to find,

A love that's lasting, and oh so kind.

While one may think these words were as clear as a poem might get, they left you in greater confusion than before.

Just what are we..

You've always gotten starry-eyed whenever your gaze fell upon him. From the day you met him, you've been in awe. Just how could one be this lovable?

You watched him have short-lasting relationships, as he did you.

People around you always assumed the two of you were in a romantic etap of your relationship, and how could they not? The way you'd let him sleep on your shoulder when he was tired and in need of relaxation and safety. Your safety. The way the two of you would start talking or texting and couldn't stop for hours and hours because it was just so easy to talk to the other. The way you'd gift each other little things, from matching plushies, matching bracelets with your nicknames engraved in them, to valentines chocolates and little doodles to brighten up the other's day.

The way his smile would grow a little more frequent and sincere whenever you were around. The way he would bent down a little, so he could make sure your voice was the only one reaching him through all the noise.

The way you would savor every moment you could. From the feeling of your fingertips in his hair to his embraces, all filled with so much and yet nothing at all. The way he would squeeze you a little tighter than other people, breathe in to savor your scent before letting go again.

The two of you would sit together in class since it was so easy to get along with one another—understanding every joke in a matter of split seconds. It always has been like this.

And sometimes—just sometimes, you wondered if by "I love dandelions," he meant you. I love you. And when you answered "I love sunflowers," you wondered, did he think you loved the flower or was he considering the possibility of you answering, I love you, too.

Looking at the bracelet which loosely hung around your wrist, you let out a sigh. Dandelion.

keiji akaashi, hajime iwaizumi, shinsuke kita, osamu miya, kozume kenma, eita semi, satori tendō, shōyō hinata

• the poem was written by my best friend. thank you.

• m. list.

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #Iwaizumi x reader #Akaashi x Reader #Semi x Reader #Tendou x Reader #Hinata x Reader #Kita x Reader #Osamu x Reader #Kenma x Reader #haikyuu multiple characters #haikyuu x y/n #Iwaizumi fluff #Akaashi fluff #Hinata fluff #Kita fluff #Osamu fluff #Kenma fluff #Semi fluff #Tendou fluff #hq x reader #hq fluff #hq angst

[kuroowo]

A gentle twirl in the night. Your loving hand in the palm of his. The moonlight’s glow blankets your very being. Heaven’s halo in the way your hair moves, the way your smile saccharine, the way your laughter chimes — Miya Osamu’s world titls, and he is more than enchanted.

He can’t wax poetry on how your presence graces those beside you with blessings. He can’t sing melodies that seem to follow your every kind gesture. He can’t capture the essence of your soul in art his hands are incapable of making. Alas, perhaps just a little regrettably, it wasn’t in his repertoire. Not that you care in the slightest, though. No, never. Not when sincerity pours from every word he speaks to you. (How could he not?). A warm, affection thorough in the way he looks at you, regards you, takes you in as if you’re the only one in his world. (You are.). Clumsy, yet sweet, reliable, in the way he stands by your side nonetheless. And why wouldn’t he? You, who has taught him the delights in the littlest things. You, who has shown him tenderness in every depress and every mundane. You, in all your glory before him, choosing him to dance in the arms of. So otherworldly. So charming. So—

“Beautiful.”

#I’m so whipped for this man like it’s unreal😭 #osamu x reader #osamu x you #osamu x y/n #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu imagines #osamu miya #miya osamu #fluff #hq #haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #haikyuu #hq.fics #haikyuu fluff

[polafairy]

SAKUATSU (and other rarepair ships) FIC MASTERLIST!

saw someone do this and i just had to give my 2 cents because i have way too much love for these! some of these recs are no stranger to sexual intimacy for a heads up! One thing guaranteed is that all of these are completed, and HEA despite the angst that may come through :)

SAKUATSU

1. smoke and mirrors

ohmygod. i read this in the plane to new york and MY was i seated reading this whole thing. this sneaky little fic gave me all the domesticity & fluff my heart couldn't handle but alas, as most fake relationship aus do, it also fucking broke me BUT picked the pieces back up very nicely. 10/10.

(msby jackals, r-rated, CUTE)

2. the affective presence of our black and white reruns

lord have merthy. literally pining at its best!! they are both idiots and bad at feelings but good at.. very good at /it/. also you should keep in mind that this fic is inspired by paramore's all i wanted was you and let me tell you nothing bad ever comes out of being inspired by paramore. ever. skts from u-18 camp up until msby jackals.

3. bound

AHHHHH. LITERALLY the crème de la crème of slow burn. Actors au? Check. Killer banter? Check. Gratifying cast of characters? CHECK. ao3 user internetpistol is VITAL to the sakuatsu fanfiction circle, all her works are must-reads! very r-rated. as in this is equal amounts porn and feelings.

4. hand study

THIS IS CRACK. If you need to believe in love again this is literally all you need. It also breaks you for extra measure on the realness. This is also Atsumu with hand fetish reserved only for Kiyoomi but accidently injures it during practice so now he decides to take care of Kiyoomi in his apartment where they do sexy domestic couple shit and slowly fall in love and fuck it up but resolve it again. The perfect ingredients list as u can tell.

(MSBY jackals, fluff, r-rated)

5. play among the stars

I usually take a hard pass on sci-fi material BUT HELLO??? SEXY BODYGUARD KIYOOMI AND SEXY CRIMINAL ATSUMU STUCK ON THE MOON FOR 2 MONTHS?? What insane person would pass on that. Also very easy to pick up on despite its content surrounding on space. r-rated.

6. again, until it's perfect

this is utter perfection. I have so much love for skts stupidity and top tier banter and this is just all of that but also gives satisfaction to the heart.

(easy one-sitting read, msby teammates skts, fluff)

7. three sheets to the wind

this is literature. like miss ao3 user fairycake can write romeo and juliet but shakespear will never be able to write three sheets to the wind by ao3 user fairycake. lil bit r-rated

(pirate au, heaven sent, witty as hell, impressive humor)

RAREPAIRS

1. persephone by batman

kageyama/tsukishima. arranged marriage. strangers to lovers. lyrical writing it almost ALMOST puts t swift to shame. feelings dripped in gold.

2. venus planet of love by fatal

kageyama/kunimi. again with the lyrical writing this is literally the integration of love and poetry.

3. hunger by iphido

akaashi/osamu. even more beautiful writing. 2 souls trying to pick up the pieces of their hearts together i love them.

4. questionnaire by iphido

kageyama/oikawa. poetry through an interview and it's very short but just very sweet.

5. the contest between by batman

akaashi/osamu. this fic has my soul in shambles. it has so much care, research, and love for food and feelings. the chef miya osamu (side dilf) agenda is also just excellently done. yearning seeps through every word and i just love this so much please give it a chance.

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