#: but omg asjdkfl

[neonvvaves]

"kieran!"  the  delighted  shout  muffles  towards  the  end  as  iris  tackles  kieran  in  a  back  hug,  and  smiles  against  the  man's  shoulder.  eyes  shine  brightly,  full  of  warm  adoration.  thinking  about  kieran  makes  him  happy,  but  actually  being  together  with  kieran  makes  him  fucking  elated.  "hey,  guess  what?"  he  punctuates  the  playful  question  with  a  kiss  on  kieran's  cheek.  "i  got  you  something."  iris  passes  over  something  soft  into  kieran's  hand.  it's  a  retriever  plush  keychain.  light brown puppy with a big, red heart between his paws. same  character  that  iris  gifts  kieran  emoji  sets  of.  "when  i  saw  this  lil'  guy─"  iris  taps  on  the  red  heart  the  puppy's  holding,  "─i  knew  he  had  to  go  home  with  you."

for kieran ! ( before the current angsty thread ajsdkl ) / @peculiarplace

[neonvvaves]

It's good they're both laughing, right? Even if it's for different reasons. "Alright, I hear you, sir," Davy says amicably with a charming smile. "I'll be on my best behavior, and follow your lead." Maybe it's better to not let his skillset be known for now. Means that Davy can take it easy, since he doesn't need to call the shots (no pun intended.)

At the talk of this being a life-or-death situation, excitement sparks in Davy's eyes. "Oh, how exciting." His smile grows broader. But even with his humoring demeanor, Davy's quick to follow Colmiho's instructions. A maelstrom of bullets fire around them, seemingly from all directions. The car they use for cover gets shot to hell, glass shards fall in a downpour over them. "Hey--" Davy nudges Colmiho, then nods up ahead at an ordinary sedan. "You trust me enough to drive?"

Colmilho cut him off with a bark of laughter, cold and humourless. "Help?! You're not here to play hero. You're here to not die. So let me do the thinking, because unlike you, I actually know what the hell I'm doing." Except right now, he could only think as far as the next car they could abuse for shelter.

The delegado shifted, testing the timing of the gunfire. His hand gripped Davy's jacket, dragging him closer. "Run like your life depends on it. Because - news flash - it does." Colmilho crouched lower, his body coiled and ready. "One. Two. Three. Go!" He watched Davy bolt for the next car from the corner of his eye, while staying low himself, firing off rounds to keep the shooters' focus on him. The second he assumed Davy was clear, Colmilho sprinted after him, diving behind the next car, bullets sparking off the metal just inches from their heads.

[theclearblue]

Hello, Chen...Now, as fan of both Haikyuu and Blue Lock, I will NOT ask which is better, because both series are amazing....But, can you imagine in AU, which characters will be besties from both series if they ever meet? Why you think that? Please pick at least 5 characters from both series...Thx ⭐

Ooohh fun question let me see

1. Bachira and Hinata, though I feel like I could put Bachira with a lot of different people with Bachira lmao, but I imagine they would get along similarly to Nishinoya and Hinata. More so Bachira but both of them kinda have the monster thing going on too so I think they're kinda of equal grounds of crazy/socialable lol.

2. Sae and Atsumu. I...yeah....I haven't gotten to the Inarizaki match or the training camp in my rewatch yet so I could probably elaborate more then, but I feel strongly about this one. Both perfectionist freaks in my mind that are picky about the strikers they work with lmao. Or maybe they would be rivals idk, but to me they are kind of similar. Maybe Oikawa could go here too but Oikawa is a lot more silly goofy compared to Sae and definitely not as cruel imo.

3. Hiori and Kenma. GamerCore for both of them but I think their play philosophy is pretty similar too, they're support but also set up the plays for the court/field. I think they would get along great asjdkflgl, maybe the most out of anyone on this list lmao

4. Shidou and Tendou are both freaky weirdos (affectionate), at least on the surface lol. I think they share the trait where at first glance they are definitely the biggest weirdos in their series and as time goes on you're like Oh maybe they're kinda the only normal ones actually asjdkfl. Together they would be so much fun omg.

5. Uhhhhh hmmmm Bokuto and Isagi maybe? Struggled to come up with another one but I think they'd vibe lol. Both kinda got that split personality/moods going on (in different ways but still lol) and I think they kinda have similar ways of playing their respective sports.

[angel-bubbles]

yes yes yes!! because things going wrong and being painful and sad but not storyline ending is so important!! there still being a happy reunion/ending is the best!! in a sucker for a happy ending. And I'm in desperate need of canon Elliot/Sunshine hurt comfort, and it's what they deserve for trying to save the world despite the odds being stacked against them

ANON HOW DID I MISS THIS IM SO SORRY AJSKDLF

agree agree agree omg i am SUCH a sucker for happy ending and after everything that those two have gone through i think that they deserve at least that pleasure. also... i talk about it all the time but i love hurt/comfort an unhealthy amount and if we get some canon hurt/comfort from eli... i would simply go insane /pos.

all this to say i'm so ready for everything to go wrong but if they Do end up going storyline ending levels of wrong idk what i'll do with myself asjdkfl

[mikareo]

heavens it's been terribly long how are you user mikareo????? (chipi chipi chapa chapa doobi doobi daba daba magic pony doobi doobi boom boom boom boom)

omg hana it's been so long,, i fear i've gotten myself in a very messy situation asjdkfl but i'm doing ok rn :O how have u been ? <3

[bisexualturin]

Bëor; (singing) Sal tlay ka siti! A land of hope and joy! And if I wanna get there I just have follow that WHITE boy! (Gestures vaguely to Finrod)

ajsd;lfakdAJDKL:AJDKS;jkafskdl;fjsdk;f 

THIS IS EXACTLY HOW IT WENT DOWN

[neonvvaves]

[ ✉ sending : ]

—  AJSKDFL  omg  hakeem!!!!!!  that  journal  is  amazing.  10/10.  beautiful!!! —  but  oh  wow!  it's  awesome  you've  been  keeping  a  journal  like  that  too.  not  surprising  though.  you've  always  been  one  hell of a  lyricist —  i  know  what  you  mean.  like  when  you're  doing  solo,  nobody's  speculating  about  who  wrote  what. everyone knows it's all just you. —  but  your  music  is  incredible.  it's  real.  i  think  a  lot  of  people  crave  that  more  than  ever  these  days—  something  real, genuine, vulnerable.  not  just  aiming  to be  YT trending  or  the  top  charts —  ( hotel  info  sent ) —  but  let  me  still  take  care  of  your  flight!!  or  food.  no  wait.  all  of  the  above  :D wanna go for some chicago pizza? —  thanks  for  coming  over!  i'm  so  fucking  excited  to  see  you!!!

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—    omfg  can't  fucking  believe  that  we're  going  to  be  seeing  each  other  soon —    and  that  it'll  be  just  us  .  ….  …  .  oh —    i  swear,  i'll  try  to  be  normal.  and  not  do  something  deranged  like  kiss  you  the  moment  i  see  you —    but  no  harm  in  daydreaming,  right?  like  if  our  collab  leads  to  us  touring  again…….  fuck.  i  just  want  to  be  with  you

[ ✉ sending : ]

—   no fuckin way... you too?? :o

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see here. description: black bound journal inscribed with ' without music, life would ♭ (blow) '

—   when i tell you this thing is FULL of every single lyric that has crossed my mind these years im probably underselling it lol

—   intimate is scary when you go solo i realized. like without the band n without you what if i cant take the heat?

—   lol damn sorry im getting kinda deep but its just good to catch up lol

—   the windy city? bet. i will meet you there. send me the hotel deets, i got flight points to use up anyway!!!

[ ✉ unsent : ]

—   holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck

—   nevermind im sorry i cant do it

—   i dont know how to see you again idk how to act idk what im supposed to say what if you see the songs about you and you realize

—   im packing a fuckin bag right now this is un fuckin believable

[angel-bubbles]

Inspired by your pumpkin post...

Have you considered David taking Angel apple-picking on a crisp autumn day? At first, Angel is skeptical. (Why pay to pick apples yourself when you could just buy them?) But David knows that the apples you pick yourself taste better and fresher. So, off they go to the orchard. Climbing ladders and inspecting each piece of fruit. Working to fill up basket after basket. Swatting away a few bumblebees in the process. At the end of the day, David and Angel have more apples than they could ever have anticipated. It was a fun day, full of smiles, laughter, kisses, and togetherness.

David vows to make apple pie, apple crumble, baked apples, and apple butter for the Halloween party Booker throws for the pack every year. Angel vows to eat an apple every night until they are gone.

🍎🍏🍁🍂🐺😇🍁🍂🍎🍏

omg romi this is such a sweet little scene. david telling angel what to look for in a good apple (i think david is totally clueless in picking pumpkins but vetted in picking good apples. angel is the opposite) while they're walking through the orchard angel takes david's hand and dramatically swings it between the two of them, he pretends to be annoyed but his grip on their hand is tight.

thinking about gabe taking david to pick apples every year growing up. the first time he went again was with angel and he kept catching himself smiling at them as they carefully studied an apple to make sure it was a good one. he tried to hide it but angel caught him more than once

also angel would totally be up on a ladder looking down at david like "now who's taller >:3" david just ":| still me. you're on a ladder." asjdkfl

david's apple crumble is the best apple crumble known to man and no one can convince me otherwise. it lasts all of 30 minutes at the Halloween party, half the time he doesn't even get any himself

[neonvvaves]

"oh,  fuck, arthur—"  amherst  gives  an  apologetic  look  while  running  a  hand  through  his  hair.  "i'm  sorry  you  had  to  come  here  on  your  day  off."  arthur  should  be  enjoying  himself,  relaxing, doing anything else other than  having  to  deal  with  an  ex  like  amherst.  even  with  all  the  running  around  the  world  amherst  would  do  during his classified missions,  amherst  can  only  imagine  how  chaotic  and  intense  the  medical  profession  is.  the  irony  doesn't  pass  over  him—  arthur  saves  lives,  amherst  takes  them.  amherst  will  never  try  to  sway  arthur  over  into  agreeing  with  his  stance  on  justice. on how violence is sometimes, unfortunately necessary.  once you cross that line like amherst, you can't come back from it. the  world  needs  people  like  arthur  who  are  still  good  at  heart,  and  not  on  a  fast  track  towards  hell. "don't  worry,  you're  not  taking  up  my  time  or  anything  like  that,"  amherst  reassures  with  a  smile.  his  eyes  flicker  once  hearing  that  arthur's  going  to  leave.  but  amherst  doesn't  have  the  right  to  try  persuading  the  man  to  stay.  it's a miracle that arthur even wants to see his face. and  yet  it  catches  him  off  guard  when  arthur  asks  that  question.  is  amherst  okay?  everything's  been  a  blur,  since  the  break  up.  diving  into  mission  after  mission.  his  kill  count  has  always  been  high,  but  it's  skyrocketed  lately.  that  isn't  something  amherst  wants  to  burden  arthur  with.  "yeah,  i'm  okay.  how  about  you  though?"  amherst  steps  closer  to  arthur.  "you  holding  up  alright?"

being in the medical profession, assessing others visually was second nature to arthur. it was a difficult habit to break, especially when it came to someone he still deeply cared about - amherst. despite their separation, arthur’s feelings were as strong as ever. he had come to return some of amherst’s belongings, but his true motive was hidden behind this facade. “it’s fine…” arthur mumurs, the truth forming a lump in his throat. i still love you. “it’s my off day and i had the time so…” as amherst turned away, arthur scanned the room for any signs of another person’s presence. the pairs of shoes at the door were all the same size - amherst’s size. the couch, where the two of them spent plenty of evenings, cuddled up and engrossed in whatever movie arthur could convince him to watch looked tidy. no idle items, misplaced clothing or any disruption to the order of the room. all of these small details provides arthur with a small sense of relief in the midst of his complicated emotions. arthur couldn’t help but worry about amherst’s well-being since their breakup; it seemed to only intensify with time. even at work, he found himself constantly searching through the swam of faces rushing into the ER for any hint of blonde hair or familiar features - one busy shift, he could have sworn he heard amherst’s voice and it almost drove him mad. arthur’s sister was the first to confront him, pointing out that he had been using laundry as a lame excuse to come and see him. she wasn’t wrong - as arthur watches amherst now, he is sure of it. he can’t help but check for any signs of injury or pain because he can’t imagine what he would do if he ever saw amherst at the hospital; be it critical or a minor injury. the laundry may have been a convenient reason, but deep down arthur knows he just needs to be near the other man. a gentle touch on his shoulder brings him back to reality, and he suddenly feels warm under his coat. halfway up the stairs, he noticed that the hoodie he had hastily thrown on that morning did not belong to him and zipped his jacket up completely before he reached amherst’s door. hopefully, amherst would spare him the mortification and wait until after he leaves to check the bag. he had done it, dropped off the bag, secured the proof of life he so desperately needed and now he should go; he had pre-loaded the uber ride request on his phone all he had to do was tap submit. “uh…no, i shouldn’t…i..” arthur hesitates, torn between wanting to stay and leave at the same time. “i don’t want to take up any more of your time,” he finally manages to say, but his body remains rooted in place. the urge to confess everything just as amherst had is overwhelming, but would it make a difference now? did it even matter anymore? their lives were so different, their principles unmatched. “i think i should go,” arthur says ultimately, not sure if he truly meant it or if he was just trying to push away his feelings. “but…you’re okay, though, right?”

[neonvvaves]

"emery,  come  on—"  tectonic plates  may  as  well  split  apart  with  how  haein  heaves  the  roughest, earth shattering  exhale.  "just  'cause  i'm  fucking  myself  up  doesn't  mean  i'm  trying to flatline  myself."  there's  no  flippancy,  no  exaggeration.  haein  says  that  like  it's  simple,  rational  fact.  he's  about  to  break  it  down  for  emery,  maybe  even  whip  out  an  imaginary  slide  presentation—  but  haein  stops,  jaw  clenching  while  emery  talks  about  everything  he's  done  for  haein.  but  even  haein  knows  that's  only  the  extremely  condensed  version.  emery's  been  with  haein  at  his  worst  and  beyond  that.  back  when  haein  was  on  this  spree  of  DIY  exposure  therapy  aka  letting  bad  men  do  bad  things  to  him,  because  that's�� somehow  supposed  to  make  him  stronger?  cure  trauma? ( it made sense in his head, really. )  haein  would  be  six  feet  under  if  it  wasn't  for  emery.  he  lets  out  a  breath,  the  sharpness  to  his  voice  softening.  "i'm  sorry,"  haein  says  quietly.  "but  emery,  you  won't—"  his  eyes  dart  to  emery's  hand,  then  quickly  look  away  so  he  doesn't  give  into  the  temptation  of  reaching for it. "there's  no  way  you'll  like  me  when  i'm  clean."  too much sadness, brokenness. why would emery or anyone else ever want that?

emery  flinches  just  a  little  but  he  doesn't  step  back.  he’s  seen  haein  mad—at  the  world,  at  everyone  who’s  ever  crossed  him—but  never  like  this.  never  with  so  much  resentment  aimed  at  him.  his  jaw  tightens  as  he  lets  haein  rant,  taking  it  in  like  punches  he  doesn't  try  to  block.  when  haein  finally  falters,  he  looks  back  at  him,  though  it’s  hard  to  meet  the  other's  eyes.  “trust  doesn’t  mean  just  standing  by  and  watching  you  destroy  yourself,”  he  snaps,  his  voice  low  but  slightly  trembling  with  frustration.  “what  else  was  i  supposed  to  do?  i’ve  tried  talking,  being  patient,  tried  to  look  the  other  way  hoping  you'd  stop  before  it  got  worse  but  last  week…”  he  stops,  his  voice  catching  before  he  forces  himself  to  keep  going,  eyes  glistening  with  something  he  refuses  to  let  fall.  “you  say  you’re  not  an  addict.  that  you  don’t  have  a  problem.  maybe  you  believe  that  but  i  can’t  ignore  what  i  see.”  he  exhales  shakily,  running  a  hand  through  his  hair  as  he  looks  away  for  a  moment  gathering  himself.  when  he  speaks  again,  his  voice  is  softer  almost  breaking.  “i  don't  know  how  to  help  you  and  that  terrifies  me,  haein.”