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Alright tell me in the tags, what’s Your Poem? That poem you heard once and it has dwelt within you ever since?

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three person poly relationship made up of two people who are already dating trying to coax someone with horrific self worth issues into a loving relationship. stray cat style

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not only is this the 'true and real' take of all time now i can't stop thinking about convoluted stories of sunakomo and matsuhana meeting and hitting it off to everyone's mutual "oh god no." Or them being frenemies. They could actually be the most frenemies to ever frenemy since Oikawa and Atsumu.

Sunakomo is just a younger version of Matsuhana.

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idk if this is a boomer take but I think ppl should make more of an effort to go see movies in theaters bc I couldn’t bear it if the movie theater industry went down and the only way to watch movies was through streaming I’m not strong enough

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maybe your fanfic doesn’t have to change someone’s life maybe it can just brighten someone’s day for a bit

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If you think about it, technically an airplane can only fly when there is human blood inside of it

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"this moment, right now, is also volleyball." (2020)

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A day of practice with the Jackals 🤭❤️✨

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The thing abt being a wlw that I love is like. I have an ex I am on good terms with, and recently her mom started coming around to the queer community which is huge because when we were dating, her mom was not very chill about that sorta thing. Then today I saw a post of her with her mom and another girl in the background and I got so excited for her. We started talking and she made a flirty little joke when she explained that it was her roommate and all I could feel was just pure fondness. For like. The girl I knew and the woman she’s growing into. I remember how she looked at prom and I just hope she knows she would’ve looked beautiful in a suit. Things got better. We didn’t stay in love, but love stayed between us for me. I’m so fond of her. I am happy our lives are going the way they are. I loved her dearly in a way girls love their closest friends and even though that feeling of romantic affection is gone, that will always remain.

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Here’s the thing: Atsumu does not fight to kill. 

He tells himself that he never ever argues with the intent to hurt the other person - which is halfway a lie because sometimes he gets so mad that words slip out and they are meant to bruise. But that’s the thing, the words are only meant to bruise. 

He doesn’t throw words out that can stab. He does not cut people down into shreds so harshly that they do not know how to recover. 

Every hit he makes is just above the belt, never below it. 

Enough to hurt, enough to make things seem like they are worse than they really are, but he does not gut people. Not if he can help it. 

It’s a very carefully crafted skill, and it’s one that he never would have had if not for the constant fights with his brother. Truthfully, Osamu was his saving grace here. If he’d never learned how to toe the line with his brother, how to say words that irritate and sting but never cut, he’s actually quite sure that he would only fight to kill. 

But instead, Atsumu does not fight to kill. He does not go below the belt. He never crosses a line that cannot be uncrossed. He needles, he pesters, he bruises, but he does not stab. He does not slice. He does not hurt people without making sure that he is not hurting them enough to break them. 

It really is a skill and it really is something he’s done all his life. 

He does not shoot to kill. He never has. He’s not sure he ever will, even in his worst moments. 

Kiyoomi does not have this skill. 

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Kiyoomi cannot believe he ever thought that Hinata Shoyo was nice. 

He’d been blinded by the other boy's idiot routine, thinking that the redhead was an over-excited puppy dog, that he failed to notice that Hinata was actually the devil. 

Kageyama took a sip of his beer from his place next to him, sighing. “No one ever believes me when I warn them.” Yeah. Kiyoomi had not believed the setter when he’d first been introduced - well, reintroduced, technically Kiyoomi had gone to two years of the Youth All Japan volleyball camp with him, but he hadn’t seen the man again until Hinata had dragged him over after a match against the Alders - and Kageyama had sighed, and apologized for his evil boyfriend. 

Everyone on the Jackals had been confused of course. Because Hinata Shoyo was not evil. It did not help that Hinata, at the time, had let out a loud squawk, slapped the back of Kageyama’s head, and claimed that Kageyama was the evil one. Everyone had just accepted it - Kiyoomi included. 

Now, though, he knew that Kageyama was right. Hinata was the evil one. 

“You’re just lucky he’s no longer as bad as he was.” Kageyama scowled. “He locked Tsukishima and Yamaguchi on the roof. In the rain. It started hailing on them.” Kiyoomi has no idea who Yamaguchi is and only a vague idea of who Tsukishima is, but he feels a pang of sympathy. They’d been subjected to the true evil that was Hinata Shoyo as he was now being subjected to the evils of Hinata Shoyo. 

Because it had been Hinata Shoyo who had grinned up at him, all innocent and sweet and fake, and told him he just had to come out to the bar with them tonight, please sakusa-san!  

And Kiyoomi, the fucking idiot had agreed, because at the time he thought Hinata Shoyo was his friend. 

Hinata Shoyo was not his friend. 

Hinata Shoyo was not his friend because he had come in, thirty minutes late to the agreed meeting time - leaving him alone with Kageyama, who was actually a cool guy even if Kiyoomi had no idea what to talk to him about beyond “Hey good game.” - with Miya fucking Atsumu. 

Miya fucking Atsumu in a mini skirt. 

He took a long sip of his whiskey, staring at Miya fucking Atsumu at the bar, his head thrown back in a laugh, accentuating his collar bones with the loose top that he wore, something cropped that showed off those fucking delicious abbs, and his fucking high wasted mini skirt. A high-waisted mini skirt that left almost nothing to the imagination, just the brush of the fabric falling in sync with the curve of the blonde's ass and highlighting his frankly unfairly attractive thighs that Kiyoomi wanted to bite. 

God dammit. 

“At least you haven’t been handcuffed to him,” Kageyama took another sip of his beer, shooting Kiyoomi a serious look. “The second our old team captain became a cop, he stole a pair of handcuffs and forced Diachi and Suga to be handcuffed together until they finally talked out the fact they’d been in love with each other. He threw away the key. Diachi had to call his boss.”

Again, Kiyoomi had no fucking idea who Diachi and Suga were, but the sympathy was there. 

Miya fucking Atsumu laughed again. He took another long sip of whiskey. 

And then Hinata Shoyo turned, catching his eyes and had the audacity to wink at him. 

“I’m gonna murder him,” He informed the opposite hitter’s boyfriend. “No seriously, I’m going to murder your boyfriend, Kageyama.” “We’ve all tried.” A dark glint passed in the other's face. “Good luck.”

Kiyoomi let out a long, low breath, then stood, taking his empty glass with him to the bar. Settling into the seat beside Miya fucking Atsumu, he quickly ordered another one before turning to his setter. 

Only to find Miya fucking Atsumu too busy talking to Hinata to spare him a glance. 

He downed the whiskey as soon as it came out. 

Hinata winked at him again, pulling Atsumu into a hug with his hands placed way too low on Atsumu’s hips. He almost let out a growl. 

Yeah, Kiyoomi decided. Hinata Shoyo was not his friend. 

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To be reused at first sign of trouble 😔