#AAAAAA I LOVE THEM SO FKING MUCH

[aalien-s]

HOLY SHIT WE CAN SEE SOUNDWAVE AND SHOCKWAVE TRANSFORM IN THIS CLIP

THEYRE BOTH FLIERS LETS GOO

also theyre right beside orion and elita and not fighting. not chasing either as the waves just flew right past them. are they working together for something? are they running away from something? (ALSO WHERE IS D-16 AND BEE??? DID THEY GET SPLIT UP??) i seriously cant wait to find out omfg.

[tomixdanao]

hey, have you seen the new elemental spirit, elpis? they're from the pandora challenge, and i think you absolutely should if you haven't!

SORRY I DONT CHECK TUMBLR AS OFTEN ANYMORE BUT

ANON

THANK U SO MUCH AKDNKSKSK IM SCREAMING I HAVE NOT SEEN THEM BC IM TOO WEAK FOR THE CHALLENGES

AAAAAAAAAAAAA IM FKING SCREAMING 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 AAAAAA WKRNKWNSKKSKA I LOVE THEM I WILL CRY

[kouyurii]

stupid kuroo >:(

They, in turn, pack Kuroo off with herbal drinks and soup on Sundays, insisting that cafeteria food isn’t nutritious enough

gosh haruhi is so sweet omg her basically becoming friends with kuroo's grandparents 🥺

He's said clearly to his high school team that you're not his type, yet he gives you tickets to his games, follows you on your runs, lends you his scarf, winding it around your neck when you're cold. He confuses you to no end. 

fjksjfksbfsknfjdns awh poor haruhi feeling like she's overthinking things aaaaaa

He looks good like this, rumpled hair, amber eyes glowing lazily, smiling at you. You need a moment to calm your racing heart

THE PINING 🥺🤧 i wanna see his pov so badly fjskfhjssj

A junior of mine should be joining next year, it'll be more fun. He’s planned to move here too, since it’s the closest dorm to the literature faculty.  You'll like him, I think. From his choice of university course, he's as mad about books as you.

oh???? definitely not tora, unlikely to be fukunaga or kenma,,,,, akaashi maybe??

He sits up. “You’re not moving back to the dorm next year?” You wonder if you’re imagining the note of disappointment in his voice.

KUROO FKSHFKSBFKSK JUST TELL HER YOULL MISS HER

haruhi realising kuroo was nervous and trying to comfort him (even if she did get snarky at the end) 🥺🥺🥺🥺

“Someday”, you say wistfully. You can’t help but think about Kuroo, yet again. (oh heart, why thou thus.)

okamoto-san asking her about her love life and her mind IMMEDIATELY going to kuroo im sobbing

You growl, but you’re taken by surprise when a large hand shoots out, pins you against the wall opposite the room. He reeks of alcohol and sweat, and it’s already unpleasant, but what scares you most are the red rings around his eyes, the harshness of his breath as he looms, large and heavy against you. 

aaaaa i had a super bad feeling about this part when i first read it 😭

(you have your castles in the air, too far above in the sky for anyone’s eye to see, but in this case you don’t mind bringing them into the ground). You nod eagerly, delight suffusing warmth in every inch of your body, opening your mouth to say yes, please when - 

Loud cackling cuts your thoughts off. “Eh, Kuroo! You gotta kiss her to finish your dare!” 

(your castles crash into the ground)

heart is in a million pieces rn fkshfkdbfksbfjdbs poor haruhi i wanna give her the biggest hug😭💔

her getting so excited only to learn it was just a dare 🥺

kuroo deserved so much worse than that slap honestly i would whack him on the head and in the ribs with my shinai :<

He’s made his choice, shown you who he truly is. He’s chosen, and it clearly isn’t you. 

haruhi my poor bb :((

“Wasn’t it supposed to be funny? Laugh, asshole. Laugh!” “Princess, I’m - ” You hate that your brain tries to convince you that there's remorse in his eyes. There isn't. 

heart breaking all over again 🥺

(you only see red, the colour of blood, oozing from a fatal wound) 

fjksjfksj WAIT was this a reference to the earlier line about the color of his shirt being the red of a dried wound :o

It’s only in the shadowed solitude of your room that you allow yourself to fall apart, because then, only then would you allow yourself to admit that you really liked Kuroo Tetsuro. You liked the way he gave no ground when he teases you, the quickness of his brain, his too-satisfied smirks, his genuine smiles.

🥺🥺🥺🥺 her admitting she liked him this much and that she maybe even loved him 😭

im crying again skfjskjfjsjs

He’s not the shining prince you dreamed he might’ve been - he’s a blackguard, a knave, the villain of your story with a lump of coal for a heart. You were wrong to trust him, you were wrong, you were so, very, very wrong - 

haruhi regretting ever trusting him im literally so sad rn :(

Kuroo Tetsuro truly is a menace to your heart. He’s broken it cleanly into two.

kuroo you fking jerk 😭

castles in the air: chapter 4 

chapters: one.// two.// three.// four.// five.// six.// seven.// eight.// nine.// ten.//

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x f! reader 

genre: uni romantic dramedy, angst 

wc: 3.1k

warnings: drunken shenanigans, assholes abound

summary: kuroo is your pain in the ass classmate. nothing more. really.

Exam season is far more brutal than winter. 

The roads may be slick with sleet, the sun’s time in the sky grows shorter and shorter, but that bleakness doesn’t compare to the mind numbing hours spent cramped up in a seat, either in the library or your dorm room, trying your best to cram as much as you can before the dreaded week of exams. You aren’t alone in making offerings at the altar of grades, because Kuroo’s similarly burning his hours in pursuit of perfection, snapping at your heels. 

“I want to die”, he complains, lying headfirst on your bed.

“Die, then”, you reply, resisting the urge to brush his hair away from his forehead.  

“Alright”, he agrees amiably. “Promise me you’ll explain to my grandparents that I’m deceased because of grades -” 

“So you’re making me break their hearts?” you snort. “Rude.”

You’ve seen his grandparents a few more times since, because he lives a few bus stops from you, and you wave to his grandparents when they insist on picking him up from the bus stop, never mind that he’s their strapping adult grandson. You start to pick up little titbits for them before you both make the trek back home, dried cod flakes, beef jerky, black beans packed in tiny individual packets for obaa-san to bring out on her morning walks. They, in turn, pack Kuroo off with herbal drinks and soup on Sundays, insisting that cafeteria food isn’t nutritious enough for either of you. 

Even the New Year’s break doesn’t earn you much of a respite, despite stealing a couple of hours to hang out with your high school friends. The chance encounter with Kuroo at the diner throws your heart into further turmoil, your thoughts mired in quicksand, revolving around the question of his feelings for you. He’s said clearly to his high school team that you’re not his type, yet he gives you tickets to his games, follows you on your runs, lends you his scarf, winding it around your neck when you’re cold.

He confuses you to no end. 

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