#I LOVE HIMMMM YOUR HONOR

[lazyjellyfish300]

OHHHHHHHHH BABY 😩😩😩 DARLING HONEY!!! OHHHH MY GODDDD HE LOOKS SOOOOOOO 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 OHHHHH FUUUUUUUU

Detective Shiu because I needed to visualize him for a fic

[samsheughan]

Sam Heughan ↳ Gold Derby | Hublander -> February 27, 2024

[sockdooe]

inspired by this :)

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price - Red Skelton Hour - An Original Davinci (1960)

[yanderefairyangel]

Some cute M!Alear from the latest feh comic.

He is adorable

AHHHH THANK YOU !!!!

I love him so much he is so cute, he such an angel

[anonymousegeek]

UDUSHRHDHEHEHW *EXPLODESD* /pos

amazing funtime freddy design :D (i want to kiss him)

Behold, my sister location designs!!!

[hearteyedbunny]

while arty has a lot more responsibility post-game (being a minuteman, keeping sanctuary up and running, helping other settlements, raising his daughter, dealing with the aftermath of the fall of the institute, eventually going to far harbor) he is a lot happier than he has been in such a long time.

he was miserable with the brotherhood. he was grieving while in a tense environment, working himself to the bone and distracting himself with alcohol and nicotine and sex. he never even made many friends besides danse while he was there, too angry and closed off to really make any connections. he got into fights and lashed out a lot, he deems it a miracle he didnt get kicked out sooner.

hes obviously not fixed in post-game, he will never be "fixed", he is a changed man from everything that has happened to him. but when surrounded by his friends, his lover, his daughter, he starts to see glimmers of his old self again. he laughs more, hes more affectionate, he feels safe and comfortable around the people he cares about. he finds fulfillment in helping other people. he likes feeding the local stray cats and taking care of the chickens they keep in sanctuary. hes gotten into sewing when he can, patching up holes in anyone's clothes if they ask. hes gotten back into gardening, finding that it keeps him calm. he talks to the plants hehe.

hes not perfect. he still leans into his insecurities at times. hes paranoid of everything being taken away from him, everything hes worked for and is thankful for every day. hes still deeply scared hes going to wake up and everything will be gone, again. he still smokes, he still self harms at times, he still has nightmares and still lashes out at people when his emotions are high. he knows he can be an asshole at times, he tries so hard to keep his anger under control, and hes found better ways to cope with it. but hes only human, a human thats still processing so much. he doesnt want to be angry, he wants to be a good partner to danse, a positive influential father to siobhan, a caring person to his friends. hes terrified of letting everyone down.

hes trying and hes doing so much better as time goes on, but its been a long road for him.

[forgottencormac]

OOC | Cormac & Aine

cormac loves you!!!!!! he also likes to whine to you about the grave misfortunes of his life (mr darcy voice: oh his misfortunes have been great indeed)!!!!!! no one understands, aine!!!!! he's already weeping!!!!!! comfort himmmm!!!!!!! sure ur kid who actually ~is a child might also be crying rn but liek????? how can that compare w the tears of your fully grown older brother???? it cant! it cannot! there is no comparison!!!!!! go!!! to!!! him!!!!!!

my name is cormac calleary and i endorse this message

no but this drama queen always tryna spin everything his way and he knows he sounds 500000% more reasonable if aine is agreeing w him plus i feel like she's probs???? the most likely person to give him sympathy even if its only grudging alksjdfkldjsf he wants it alllll!!!!!! tbf to cormac, he doesn't have a ~lot in common w cersei lannister (thank god!!!!!!) but he does have that "greedy for power, for honour, for love” bit going -- not the rest of the quote, just that bit, but...its enough aldksjfakldjsfjkajdsf anyway!!! cormac thinks aine ought to ~always sympathize w him and take his side and when she's not she's either being manipulated by another sibling or else just being frankly misguided alksdjfkljdskfjdf

so cormac def thinks that he and finn share a special ~bond as the men of the house (these women just don't get it, right, finn?) but i lowkey think aine's probs his fav sibling lkasjdfkljsdjfk so you're welcome for ~that dubious honor!!!!!!!! lkasjdfkljdskjfldsf

[nerdylizj]

Hi! I've been wanting to say this... I absolutely love your fic "forgetting is a kind of mercy"... It was literally all me and oomf were able to talk about for DAYS, like two starved beasts. I actually need to calm myself down because the way everything has been done so perfectly is actually SCARY.

I started reading and was like "oh my this premise slays let me go on..." and then it kept getting better and better and better and hurting me in the ways I LOVE to hurt??? hdvbdfkvbdfk.

I very rarely cry but this time I saw myself tearing up as I saw their reality being shattered... Like omg... Please don't hurt anymore but also do???? njfdvndfkvndkvndf UGHHH you have me at your mercy. I love myself a little angst ngl.

Also their flirting "pre-memory-loss" was soooo on point like that's my zutara out there... zutaring.... yeah girl keep annoying him that's the way he likes it!!!! grrrrrrrrrr

And the way you write the other characters??? the way it matches their vibes so well???????? grrrrrrrr

and Akio (I love himmmm, and I think it's so peak that he's going through his dada phase right when daddy and mommy are going through a rough patch huhhhhh AHHHHHH THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE IT)... and the pregnancy that inevitably keeps them close to each other whether they want it or not MUAHAHAHAHA *evil laughs* that was so peak... Your mind... *incoherent noises* ncjsdknvsknvskjvnskjf

I wish I could express myself better....

I also want to say I'm so glad we're moots now... I love your commentaries on my posts (I always read all of them) cnkdnkv thank you so much <3 last one about balduko? hell yeah in this house we keep that ponytail!!!

AAHHH thank youuuu <3 i'm glad that the angst is angst-ing and that you're enjoying it so far!!! ♥️ and to make u tear up... omg. a high honor

katara annoys him and he DOES like it! you just know he's twiddling his thumbs waiting for her to come back so they can bicker again 😭 and katara wanting to make his life miserable one cup of tea at a time... girl who are you fooling?? 😭

meanwhile he's just.... trying to be witty or smooth or not-stupid. he has no clue what he's doing chatting with this delusional fucking girl that has kicked his ass a few times (who he hates to admit is pretty, UGH) king of having no idea what he's doing EVER

akiooooo!!!! i think at this point you can temporarily adopt him if u want. while his parents figure their marriage out. i'm sure zk won't mind. congratulations!!! be careful, though, he's a MENACE for mangos and he says like 2 words.

the pregnancy is looming over their heads like a fucking anvil 😭😭😭 sorry to zk...... in my mind they deserve to suffer a little. as a treat

i love your artwork soooooo much. i always giggle and twirl my hair and kick my feet when u post. i look with eyes wide open. im so so normal about it actually..... you are leading the charge for 🗣️ balduko rights 🗣️ and i respect u for it <3 and your katara?? that's my wife.

[gothsuguru]

WAHHHHHHH LILY I’M GONNA SOB I LOVE YOU SM

OKAY FIRST OF ALL THIS IS LITERALLY ONE OF THE SWEETEST THINGS ANYONE HAS EVER DONE!!!!! THE LOVE YOU HAVE FOR SUKUNA & YOUR MOOTS… SNIFFLES <333 i hope you know we love and appreciate you so much i’m Literally smooching you as we speak :3

ALSO THE IO MENTION RAHHHHHHHHH OFC SHE WOULD BE THE FLOWERSHOP OWNER AND THAT SATORU WOULD BE HER HUBBY 🤭 AND THEN KENJAKU FOR ARI IS LEGITIMATELY ICONIC I KNOW THEY LOVE THEIR SILLY BRAIN TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH IT WAS SO CUTE <333 AND THEN . GULPS

ME AND SUGURU??????????????? WHEN I TELL YOU I FUCKING SCREAMEDDDDDDDDDD I LITERALLY BAGGED A BAD BITCH THANK YOU LORD LILY 🙏🏼🤭 AND ME AND HIM ARE GETTING MARRIED??? IKTR! BUT SERIOUSLY THIS IS A SUCH A SWEET LOVE LETTER TO NOT ONLY ALL YOUR MOOTS BUT SUKIE AS WELL :’) sniffles…….. let me get into it in the tags :3

in your peach blush dreams

synopsis : in which sukuna unexpectedly stumbles upon something – or rather, someone – he almost never believed could exist. w.c: 2.7k.

pairing : soulmate!florist!sukuna x f!reader

warnings : FLUFF! non curse au. adorably grumpy sukuna who only pretends he doesn’t believe in love or soulmates.

a/n : based on this request. hope you enjoy nonie!! @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat @gothsuguru @bungalowbear @hiraethwrote , i hope you love your cameos <3

divider / ao3

ryomen sukuna was a skeptic.

point. cut. blank.

anybody who knew him knew it well.

he didn’t believe in ghosts, poltergeists, or any of the things that cry and go bump in the night. there was always a logical explanation for everything and anything that happened outside the realm of normalcy. the world was ruled by physics and chemistry and numbers, and even though he was a florist, sukuna understood and wholeheartedly accepted the beauty of science.

however, there was one teeny, tiny thing that completely – and rather rudely – disregarded all of his beliefs.

and it was only a little dream.

one that he had been having since he was old enough to remember things.

sukuna couldn’t remember if there were before this particular one started, or even if any occurred after it. but he always remembered how he knew it was coming – the way his stomach would churn and lurch, like he was being catapulted from a cannon, free-falling through a black expanse of space and time and stars.

and then, sukuna would land face-first into a field of marshmallow-soft petals, bathed in the light of a pink sunrise.

at first, he didn’t know what sort of flowers had cushioned his fall. it took him quite a number years to even attempt sketching them, using a cheap set of coloring pencils he’d bought with his pocket money. and even, not a single person he showed his scratchings to had any clue at all.

it frustrated him to no end.

sukuna would always end up crumpling his drawings in his little fists and hurling them straight into the bin.

and try again.

and again.

it wasn’t until he was sixteen that he finally found the answer he had been looking for.

sukuna had just gotten a job working part-time at a flower shop after school. at first, the thought of being there was beyond humiliating. his twin brother had relentlessly teased him about it when he found out, which quickly resulted in a flurry of knuckles and fists.

he arrived to his first shift with a sour look and a black eye.

io, the shop owner at the time, gave him a humorous look with soft, chocolate eyes and taught him how to speak the language that only flowers knew. how to listen to the soft poetry held within the curl of their leaves and petals, telling you everything they needed to bloom.

in time, sukuna learned to enjoy it.

but he would never admit it to anyone.

one day, the shop received a rather large delivery of frighteningly familiar baby pink flowers. sukuna froze, his hands slippery and wet from the water droplets falling from the stems.

“what are those?” he’d gritted out, disbelief coated on his cracked lips.

io took one glance at the flowers in his grip, and answered, “oh, they’re zinnia flowers.”

zinnia flowers.

he whispered under his breath, testing how the letters rolled over and under his tongue.

after all this time, the answer to the mystery flower was finally in his palm, and sukuna couldn’t decide whether or not he felt relieved or disturbed about it.

all he could muster in response was, “right.”

io stared at him, and a young sukuna felt himself shrink a little under her gaze, his cheeks blossoming a brilliant red shade like the david austin roses beside him. he pretended to ignore her, distracting himself by placing bunches of flowers into water buckets and slowly, meticulously, arranging every single stem beautifully in the display window.

sukuna hated every second of it.

he felt like every single pink petal on those flowers were mocking him, laughing at him for being so wound up over them.

it was so unbelievably pathetic.

he’d never felt more like a loser in his whole life.

because despite all his beliefs about the supernatural and a higher power, he couldn’t hate those flowers even if he tried to, not really.

because they were hers.

the other person already sitting there in his dreams in an endless field of zinnia blooms.

she wouldn’t notice him straight away, even though sukuna crash-landed in a heap just beside her leg. she was too busy staring up at the clouds painted in strokes and swirls of blushing pink, with the sun bleeding in tones of vibrant peach. all he could notice was how her lips were parted in wonder as she took everything in around her with a wondrous energy.

it was only when he pushed himself up to sit beside her that she finally noticed him.

and laughed.

and it was the most beautiful thing sukuna had ever heard in his life.

it was joyously infectious, and he couldn’t help his own laughter from bubbling up from deep within his chest like a volcano. they laughed together for what seemed like hours, the limits of time stretching on forever in the land of dreams, and sukuna felt the angry fire in his soul simmer just a little.

and he would become sad.

because he knew this was when the dream would always end.

he’d open his bloodstained eyes to the dreadfully familiar, dull white ceiling that belonged to his bedroom, and sukuna would know he was back at square one all over again.

feeling alone.

so unbearably alone.

because the dream would still linger in those precious few minutes after he woke up, a ghost hovering over a gray sea. sukuna could feel the other half of his soul slipping away to wherever she belonged to in this vast world, and he would selfishly claw for her, begging and screaming in his mind.

don’t go! don’t go! don’t go!

sukuna wasn’t stupid; he knew she couldn’t stay, but that didn’t stop a bitter taste from spreading over his tongue like a drop of lemon juice.

it twisted him inside, and he hated the universe for making him yearn so deeply for someone he had never even met.

and might never.

it didn’t take long for io to catch on. she was always acutely aware of people, and to be known by her was to always be seen and understood.

“they scare you, don’t they?” io murmured to him gently, too gently for sukuna’s liking. “the zinnias.”

he snorted dismissively, cutting perfect forty-five degree angles into the stems of snow peonies. “i am not afraid of a fucking flower, io.”

she arched a brow, unimpressed. “no?”

“no.”

“are you sure?”

sukuna huffed and rolled his eyes, adding tufts of baby’s breath to the bouquet he was assembling. io leaned over the birch countertop, her wrists adorned with various pink ribbons and a playful twinkle in her eyes.

“i know what it is,” she said in a sing-song voice, drumming her nails against the wood.

he ignored her again, a blooming pink starting to grace the tips of his ears, and busied himself wrapping a brown piece of paper around his finished piece.

“what?”

she didn’t answer, cryptically singing about knowing things and of a man she would know one day come to know, with hair as white as the peonies in sukuna’s bouquet and eyes brighter than bluebells. it was only five years to the day, when io married that very man she had been singing about, that he realized she had known all along what had been on his mind.

and now, at the tender age of twenty-one, ryomen sukuna wondered when it would be his turn to love.

and be loved in return.

❀᭢᜴꤬

when she was a child, she used to love drawing.

and the thing she loved to draw most was him.

the boy she saw in her dreams. they weren’t very good drawings – just two stick figures holding each other’s circles for hands, one with bright fuchsia hair because that was the closest color she had in her pencil kit. they would be standing in a field of flowers too, though the blooms were just colorful blobs scattered around their stick feet.

“not it!” she’d exclaim, pouting pitifully. “not what he looks like!”

her two best friends, kairo and ari, shuffled through their pencil cases, offering her shade after shade of pink pencils, but she shook her head at them each time. after a while, she would start to wail, despair clutching her little heart in its claws. her friends would put their arms around her, offering her all the trinkets and sweets they had in their pockets, just to see her smile again.

but they couldn’t understand how she really felt, how lonely she was sometimes, because they had already completed their souls.

ari had their kenjaku – their kenny.

and kairo had her suguru.

they had found their souls at such a young age and would never know just how much of the rest of the world felt for most, if not all, of their lives. they always had someone to watch over them. even now, the two twin boys were staring at them, gauging whether they would also burst into tears alongside her, ready to step in and make them smile again.

that was all she wanted, really.

for the pink-haired boy in her dreams to make her smile when she needed it.

as she grew that little bit older, her dream became more vivid. she could remember more details – how the sky was aflame in peach and coral, the sweet smell of the flowers beneath her, and how her boy would land next to her. she could even feel how much it was him that needed to smile.

so she laughed.

and laughed and laughed until he did too.

she wished she could stay there in that dream with him and make him laugh forever.

but she couldn’t do that.

in his sadness, there was strength too – something unyielding, strong enough to bring mountains to their knees. it told her to stay strong, to be like him, to keep her chin up and tell the world that she would live.

so she did.

she went on with her life, making sure to laugh often and well.

she grew up witnessing and being surrounded by love. high school and university presented their own challenges, filled with late-night cramming sessions and caffeine-induced hazes. she watched more and more of the friends find their souls, pairing off in effortless harmony while she lingered on in the stardust of their love.

but she still continued to live.

still kept an eye out for a particular head of pink hair wherever she went.

and now that she was done school, entering the big, bad world of work, her heart longed all the more for the boy from her dreams – who no longer looked like a boy at all.

he was a beautiful man now.

with dark tattoos etched into skin, mysterious lines and circles that perhaps told the story of his life. she wanted to know all about them, if they even meant anything to him at all, and if they were a angry shield to protect himself from people getting too close.

she hoped it wasn’t.

she didn’t want to be one of those left locked out.

“you’ll find him,” jess said encouragingly to her one day, as she was lost in a daydream of pink flower fields.

jess always knew when she was there.

she hummed softly, chewing on the plain cheese sandwhich she’d brought for her lunch break.

“so,” jess began, in an effort to distract her. “any nice plans for your time off?”

“uh, yeah actually. my best friend is getting married, so i’ll be helping her out this week to get everything ready.”

“oh, that sounds really nice!”

then, nanami kento walked into the staff room, his tired eyes brightening at the sight of jess sitting there, happily munching on the lunch he had no doubt prepared for her that morning. her friend sighed wistfully, a fond smile on her face as the blonde man took a seat beside her.

suddenly, there were two and a half souls in the room.

and she couldn’t help but smile, hoping that her time was coming.

it had to be.

❀᭢᜴꤬

“hea, do we have any lilies in the back? i need them.”

sukuna took another quick glance at the behemoth of a man in front of him, who shifted from one foot to the other, his green eyes darting all around the shop.

“urgently.”

“just a sec!”

the shop was silent for a moment, with only the sound of the fan blowing and the soft snip, snip, snip of sukuna trimming zinnia stems. he looked up again at customer, raising an eyebrow at how nervous the poor man looked while waiting.

“we have these white roses here,” sukuna suggested, pointing with his scissors at a small bunch. “in case we don’t have any white lilies.”

the man shook his head. “no, no. they have to be lilies. her name is lily.”

sukuna might have once laughed, but it was the way the man said her name with a hushed sort of reverence – and the tip of a velvet box peeping out from his trousers – that he understood who she really was to him.

so sukuna didn’t laugh.

“it’s really important,” he added, dark locks sticking to his forehead, as if that alone would convince the grumpy florist.

sukuna sighed, setting down his scissors and wiping his hands on his shirt. “i’ll see what i can do for you.”

so he went to the back himself, assembling a bouquet of white lilies, adding white pampas grass for flair and eucalyptus for softness. sukuna spent quite a bit of time on it – more than he probably should have – fluffing and adjusting every petal and leaf until it was absolutely perfect.

it was worth the effort.

the man’s palpable relief was infectious, making the corner of sukuna’s lips twitch upwards.

“keep your money,” he grunted, his nose slightly turned up. “just come back here to get what you need for the wedding.”

the bell at the front door tinkled in farewell as the man left, and sukuna picked up where he left off. there was a bridal party order for tomorrow, and of course, he was in charge of creating the bride’s bouquet.

sukuna always was.

“hea!” he called out. “if you need a hand with the bridesmaids’ bouquets let me know. i’m almost done here.”

the doorbell tinkled.

but he wasn’t looking up.

“i’m good!” hea answered back, her voice faint.

sukuna clicked his tongue disapprovingly, not liking the shade of ribbon he was holding against the peach-colored zinnia in the bouquet. he dipped down behind the counter, arms stretched above him and fingers drumming on the wood as he scanned through the mess of ribbons and other decorations tucked away in small cubicles.

hmph! nothing.

sukuna pushed himself back up.

and there she was.

staring at all the shades of pretty pink zinnias that sukuna had painstakingly displayed the day before.

his heart actually stuttered.

and before he knew it, he had somehow slipped and landed face down on the ground.

“fuck!”

“oh!”

sukuna pushed himself back up, stumbling like a newborn foal, his eyes completely and utterly fixed on her while a poor zinnia lay crushed beneath his foot.

but that didn’t matter in the slightest.

because holy good god, she was looking at him too.

with her pretty lips parted in shock, and her pretty eyes wide and glossy, and her pretty hair looking exactly like it did in his – no, their – dream.

she’s here. she’s here. she’s here.

“i’m here for the bridal flowers for kairo!” she blurted out suddenly.

sukuna inhaled sharply.

what a pretty voice.

“t-that’s– ahem – not due until tomorrow,” he whispered, almost inaudibly.

her eyes widened a fraction more, if that was even possible. then, her features completely relaxed as she tipped her head back and laughed.

and laughed.

sukuna felt like he was back in his dream again.

only it was real this time – more real than anything.

he chuckled lowly, his laughter rising like helium, melding with hers in a gloriously wonderful crescendo.

and all sukuna could think of was.

finally.

i love you, i love you, i love you.

❀᭢᜴꤬

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[beesandfigs-abandoned]

I haven’t felt this giddy for a pixel since Bruno gawd damnnn HE IS UP THERE 😮‍💨😭

YOUR HONOR, I LOVE HIMMMM!!

[legolasghosty]

JATP Anniversary Rewatch EP 6

Lol Flynn is a very literal person.

Julie: Whew at least Nick won't be in this class. Nick: *Comes in* Julie: Oh frick...

"Well let's all remember that composure is a big part of dance..."

I just love this dance teacher.

I always forget that Nick canonically has a little sister. I wanna meet her, I bet she's a sweetheart.

Nick: I broke up with Carrie cause I'm sick of drama. Also Nick: *Develops interest on one of the two girls his ex has a vendetta against* Sorry dude but asking Julie out is NOT going to get you away from drama.

Luke, I'm sorry, that's highly unethical... but whatever.

Owwww jolt...

Willieeeee don't run away!!!

Poor boy's little forced smile for Caleb

Lol, sorry in 3 part harmony.

I hate it when they fight :(((

EMILY!!!

Luke thinks Alex and Reggie don't know about him going to his parents' house, but they dooo cause they care about himmmm!!!

Awww Alex talking about Luke never getting to make up with his parents...gotta wonder if he was also thinking about his own family...

I love Alex and Reggie's longer explanation and apology. Cause yeah, they screwed up. Bad. And they hurt her. But letting her know that they understood what they'd done, that they were sorry, and that they'd do better is so good and so healthy!!!

"ALRIGHT BOSS WHERE WE AT?"!!!!

"You know I'm all about the rap."

The Google Maps face XD

Tia, I get your concern, but like... Also, it's interesting how you can see her kind of trying to fill Rose's shoes and be the support that Ray needs and the mom that the kids need, but just... she isn't Rose and everyone knows it. She's such an interesting character.

"We're being *Classy*!"

"You're not taking the stairs." Man these boys are not the best influence when it comes to authority but also... it's kinda sweet how they make sure she can get out.

Rose's clothes!!!!!

The way Julie shakes her head at the vest like she's never seen it before!!! Signs!!!!

All Eyes on Me Supremacy!!!

ALEX!!!! GET IT BOY!!!!!!

Lol you know Flynn would be hyping Alex to high heaven if she could see him.

Reggie teasing Alex about the dancing but also with the mile wide grin! They're best friends your honor!

Luke... I think your handwriting more than sucks...

Flynn's little thumbs up!!!

Ugh her voice is so pretty!!!!

Lol the guy next to Andi pulling down his sunglasses! I love the extras in this show!

JUKE!!!

Yes girl you work that room!!!!

I got a spark in me...And you're a part of me... I swear, the Juke in this song goes so hard!!!

"Tell your friends!"

"Wait, who should do the talking?"

The patented disappointed dad look...

[pearlescent-princess]

Your honor I love himmmm [view in fullsize for better quality]

[julessworldd]

@valeskafics IM NOT OKAY BESTIE 🥴🥴🥵

HUNTERS – Van Glooten’s Day 1972 Butter Sculptor of the Year (S02E01) ››› Logan Lerman as Jonah Heidelbaum

[peskyfirefly]

ooh i still have to check out the spinoff manga! need to consume as much content as possible !!

your favs are all so goood !! i also really liked the miya twins too but atsumu def grew on me just a little more lol

but as for my favs !!

1. TSUKKI !!!! - at first i thought he was just funny as hell with the sassy ass remarks and the shit-eating grin he gives to his opponents but also like,,, THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT !! BEAUTIFUL AMAZING PERFECT GROUNDBREAKING. MY BOY CARRIES AND DELIVERS EVERY TIME 🥰🥰🥰

2. hinata - he reminds me of asta from black clover so i immediately liked him but i've grown to love him in every episode and i love watching him grow and get stronger all the way until the end! he's just so precious !! and the energy and everything! i just love him sm he's my son my boy 😭

3. oikawa - he's literally so funny af like i've mentioned before, he's just rohan kishibe in another form. i just love how dramatic and extra he is lmao

4. suga - i also love him omg like i don't even have a particular reason, just that every time he does anything i'm just like !!!!! HE !!!!! i think it's just his whole vibe like he's so chill but also chaotic ???? also him ending up as an elementary teacher is so cute and so fitting lol he's so cute 😭

5. bokuto - i just love his whole energy like yeah he's v cool but also who knows what's going on in his head ?? not him. when i learned that he was in the team that hinata joined i was like !!! yay !! because i love him and hinata's dynamic so much and i can just imagine them being such a menace in the team lol

honorable mentions to kuro and tanaka (and his hot sister) !! but aaaahh so many good characters! even the adults and others that only showed up briefly!

as soon as tsukki appeared i knew i was in troubbleeeee. i love a sassy character with a shit eating grin<3 thats my TYPE. and then he got CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT? im weakkkk

oikawa is such a little shit. i love his dramatic ass. and THE PART WHERE HES PICKING UP HI SLITTLE COUSIN?? SO SWEEEETT u have to love hinata. its the rules. its also what hq is about. loving hinata. we all love himmmm hes sunshine!!!

RIGHT? suga is just so charismatic somehow haha and him being a teacher is just so!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! such a good fit and idk something about that is os cute yknow??

BOKUTO AND KUROO MY BELOVEDS I LOVE THEM TOO SO MUCH!!! also shoutout tanaka ur arc was incredible it changed lives.

i love hq and i love every single character and i love everyones journey and all the little scenes they gave us<3 AND THANK U FOR TALKING TO ME ABOUT IT ILOVE UUUUU

[starry-hughes]

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Ur honor I love him

YOUR HONOR I LOVE HIMMMM