#and people liked it 🥹🥺😭

[nothinggold13]

blah blah blah something about using my own writing in edits and people reblogging them like my words are good enough to be shared or whatever. yeah.

[tampatom12]

Tampa Bay Buccaneers Team Reporter Casey Phillips: So you and Gronk got your 90th touchdown connection against Atlanta [Tom: Yeah!], which puts you second all time in the NFL. Why is he the guy you have this connection with?

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Tom Brady: He's hard not to have a connection with...he's so easy to like, be his teammate, to throw the ball to 'im, from a quarterback aspect. Just like, the connection we had since the beginning of our relationship, you know what I mean? He got picked when he was pretty young to come play together with me in New England and I think that position [the tight end] is so like, critical to the success of a quarterback because that throw to him is always available; you know, he's always a tough matchup to defend and then you put his incredible athletic ability and athleticism, uh, his speed; all the things that matter, but then there's an intellectual part that people don't see because they always think that Gronk is soft all the time but Gronk is a very very smart player, [and] person; he has very high awareness of everything, so we've been able to play together for a long time and do some really great things together and ummm...he just continues to blow me away. I mean, with all the stuff that he does as a player and how I seen him like, you know, go from a 20-year-old, 21 year-old kid to now, you know, he's just...he's so mature, [is] such a professional and...he LOVES football. He loves playin' and competin'. I think we're all...this team loves him as they should because he's just an amazing guy.

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Tom Brady talking about his Relationship with Rob Gronkowski // via the Tampa Bay Buccaneers YouTube Channel // Sunday, December 19th, 2021

[tavysboy]

continuing off this sketch here, decided to draw the little guy herself—

her name is violet, she loves naps and making tunes with xylophones <3

[thedemises]

New pfp and look of your blog? 🤭🫣🔥

Hehe, I forgot to drop this 🏃‍♀️💖

Stelle and Caelus' expressions always kill me along with Blade cuz wtf 😭🙏🧍‍♀️

QUEENS NEVER CRY‼️‼️‼️🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🙏🙏🙏🫡🫡🫡🫡

[daisychainsandbowties]

🥺 i started pokemon soulsilver again today & it just hit me out of nowhere how growing up i used to always pick literally any name aside from my own because i hated when i’d see it on the screen. but now without hesitation when that keyboard and the little flashing cursor and the _ _ _ _ _ _ blank space for a name appears i reach for my real name without hesitation.

that’s one of the ways i figured out that this was the right name for me. i wrote it in the crook of my elbow with a blue ballpoint pen every day and i also played pokemon with the game calling me casper over & over & every repetiton was like being pulled out of the fire it was like the kind of kiss that happens so fast it leaves you blinking, craving, swaying onto your heels. it’s just one of those things that makes me feel so unexpectedly seen, now - the way i type out my name when i’m asked for it without thinking, because i finally have one that doesn’t hurt to hear

[singsweetmelodies]

i want to thank you all for organizing these little fic exchanges because even if this fandom is alive and well, with them we get a sudden influx of fics and it is really a treat for us ❤️❤️❤️ (a reader who wishes they had the talent to write)

❤️

this is THE kindest, most thoughtful ask, anon - thank you so so much for taking the time to send it!! <333 it makes me smile so much to hear that all these events are doing what i always hope they will: creating a little flood of content that's a treat for everyone! that's all i've ever hoped to achieve with any of these events & exchanges, and it means the world that it's happening!!

so anon, you really are MOST welcome ❤️ but it would be terribly remiss of me if i didn't give a shoutout to the incredible people who have worked on all of these events with me - @boxboxbrioche, @welightitup, @redyellowstupid, @duquesademiel, @wolfiemcwolferson, @river-ocean - because all of the piarles events i've been involved in have been team efforts in the best way, so any thank-you to me absolutely has to go to all these wonderful people as well. i'm tagging you all here because to me, it's messages like this one that make all the admin and nonsense so well worth it - and i hope you all feel the same way ❤️ LOVE YOU LOADS!! and love you too, anon - thank you so so much for this very kind message, i really do appreciate it so much more than i can say!! <3333

[skitskatdacat63]

thank you for the historical au seb

this is for you

005 DO YOU WANT TO KILL ME!?!?!?! DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE!?!?!?!?(positive) I AM GOING TO CRY YOU ARE GONNA KILL ME WITH THIS 🥹 I'M GONNA SOBBBBB!!! I'M GONNA STARE AT THIS FOR 5 HOURS THANK YOU THANK YOU THANKNYOU!!!!

OH MY GODDDD!!!!!!!! 💕💕💕💕💕🥹🥹🥹🥹🤧🤧🥹🥺🥹🥹🤧🥹🥺🥹🫡🥹💕😭💕💕

HE'S SO CUTEEEEEEEE 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I LOVE THE WAY YOU DREW HIM!!!!!!!!! You drew him perfectly 🥺🥺 grumpy little boy king Sebby 🥺🥺 and his fluffy hair and huge clothes 🥺🥺 all curled up 🥺 Omg the robe!!!! Hehe im glad the little hearts I put didn't go unnoticed!!

[mymelodyisme]

My sister’s graduation day 😤 let’s go 👏🏽

[lexa-griffins]

Elaina lets her baby brothers play with her raccoon plushie to soothe them when they're crying

🥺🥺 Elaina gets really distressed when her baby brothers' cry, specially if its when she's playing with them or watching as Lexa nurses them. She hates it. They aren't criers so it makes her even more alarmed and she has come to learn that her little raccoon seems to help soothe them, they'll just grab it and snuggle with it. She always gives it to them, no questions asked.

Lexa whispers to her that's probably because it smell like her and they know their big sister will always make sure they are okay. Elaina looks very pensive at this and replies that she thinks they like it because they think it reminds them of Lexa too.

The idea that her daughter and her sons all gine comfort in a little stuffed animal that they associate with her? It just makes Lexa all warm 🥹

[leenaur143]

as much as i laugh at all the jokes about us as atiny taking over coachella, PLS BE KIND TO NEW ATINY THAT DO COME FROM THIS EVENT 😭🤣 idk if that was a given or not but gatekeeping is a funny joke but lets all be friends

[crossbackpoke-check]

I love your tags on my GIF sets... always SO damn on point. 😂💕

thank you 🥹🥰 and now i’m playing the uno reverse card to say thank YOU for making such wonderful gifs for me to obsess over and spiral about!!! they are always so gorgeous and i appreciate the work that you do 💕💕

[flowercrowngods]

FLOATY STEDDIE FJEKZJFLEKZ WHAT THE FUCK DIO WHAT. How am I supposed to go on with my day after this. Why are you so good at conveying emotions like I'm breathing them in? God, I love this. I love them. I love how soft they are, their soundtrack, the little fairy lights. My favourite lines: "Steve’s nose is scrunched a little with that smile that Eddie’s not even sure Steve’s aware of, and his dimples tell a story of their own tonight. A story of contentment rather than joy or amusement." But I could quote so many more; the cold breeze from the rain, the way Eddie has to whisper because he can't say the words outloud. "right now it serves to give the word perfect a new melody" hey Dio how. How do you do it? I love this and I love you. Sorry for being incoherent klfzefkz my heart is so full and I'm floating a little myself omg fkelzflez thank you for sharing this with me today!!!!

🌷 the fic: floaty steddie hours

hdhdhdgs EXCUSE ME!!! 🥺😭🤍 i’m!!! my heart is full!! i’m just so happy you liked it??

hugging you so so tight!! thank you for reading, thank you for rambling at me, aaah 🌷🤍

i wish i could answer your questions of how, but all i know is that i just have a whole lot of thoughts and feelings and then somehow they turn into words idk it’s so lame 😭

[music-for-them-asses]

My friend came over today and brought me cat food, lunch, my birthday present, AND flowers for me. My other friend came over Saturday and Sunday nights and brought me and my parents dinner, plates, and silverware so we wouldn't have to wash up. My old church was texting my mom for updates. Many of my friends, online and irl, have sent me well wishes. My parents took the day off to drive up Thursday and help me recover all weekend. I'm just--oooh I need a minute

[thedeadthree]

— 🥀❣️

[noxtivagus]

DEATH UNTO DAWN ON SPOTIFY 🥹🫶🏼

[seiwas]

IRIS I AM LITERALLYABSJXNID XOMF 😭😭😭😭 i love him . thank u . i love him . i loooooooooove him . i ran out of tags iris but him asking for ur socials if numbery is uncomfy? the cherry on top he is literally the dream . the respectful boy to ever . and i need him . want him . NEOOOOOOOOOOOWWW

in a world of boys, he's a gentleman

summary: a creep walks up to the shake stand window. your favorite customer scares him off. (college au!iwaizumi x you)

wc: 1.9k

cw/tags: college!au iwaizumi, creepy dude but he gets scared off don't worry, buff iwa gets nervous around you

note: so there's a protein shake stand like right outside my school's gym and that's where the inspiration for this little brain fart came from. also this is wholeheartedly dedicated to @shotorus my favorite iwa simp. i really hope you like this, it's my first time writing for your man but it most definitely will not be the last :D

likes, replies, and reblogs are appreciated <3

You didn’t anticipate finding a gym crush outside of the student rec center. Yet, there he was, every day at 5:00 passing the stand and every day at 6:30 ordering his usual, strawberries and bananas with chocolate protein powder. It’s a wonder how strictly he stuck to his schedule and you made it a point to have his order queued up in the system by the time he got to the window. To your detriment, it seemed that your infatuation had become obvious enough to your usually-oblivious coworkers. 

“At this point, I think you took this job just to ogle him,” one of your friends points out as she runs a colander of fruit under the faucet. You give her a lighthearted glare and she flicks a few water droplets at you. “I’d guess you like seeing him more than the tips that other guys put in the jar. You really do so much for this company,” she says patronizingly and you roll your eyes. She had a point; you tended not to notice the phone numbers written on dirty napkins or social media handles hastily drawn on dollar bills. None of them interested you. None of them, except for the dude with a body like a Greek hero that made you want to get kidnapped by some mythological being. 

“I just think he has a nice physique; is that such a bad thing?” She shoots you a skeptical look and you turn away sheepishly to check the clock. Thirty seconds to 6:30. “He should be here in a little bit,” you say quietly to yourself, hoping she doesn’t hear. It’s a nice sentiment, but ultimately futile. 

“You’re counting down the seconds? Man, you’re worse than I thought.” She pats your shoulder sympathetically as she passes behind you and you lean your hands on the register counter. 

“As if you’ve never had a gym crush before,” you fire back. 

“You’re supposed to actually be inside the gym to have a gym crush,” she reminds you and you groan. “Why don’t you just switch your shift so you can see him while you workout?”

“I tutor before this, remember? Plus, I need to be able to charm the evening regulars so I can keep paying rent,” you admit. She nods in understanding and a glance at the clock shows ten seconds until 6:30. Your other usuals had come and gone for the day: the guy in the blue tank top that only seemed to work his forearms and biceps, the girl with the silly socks that had the most muscular calves you’d ever seen, the two frat bros with their backwards caps and arrogant voices. It hits 6:30, however, and your favorite regular isn’t behind the glass. He isn’t anywhere around, you realize. You can’t help the frown that draws the corner of your mouth down and, when you look to your coworker for support, she merely shrugs before grabbing a tub of powder from the top shelf. “It’s odd that he isn’t here yet.”

“Only you would think that,” she teases and you refocus on pulling up his usual order on the payment screen. “Maybe he got sick. There’s that frat flu going around right now.”

“Why would he be in a frat, though? And also, he’s definitely the type to wipe the hell out of every machine he uses.”

“If he uses machines; personally, he strikes me as a free weights-only kind of guy.” Before you can reply, a knock on the glass startles you back into customer-service mode. The man in front of you looked relatively normal, but the way his eyes looked you up and down several times made your stomach queasy. It wasn’t the first time creeps had checked you out through the window, but maybe you were feeling a little extra vulnerable waiting around for a regular who didn’t even know your name. Avoiding the man’s intrusive gaze, you shakily pull up his order, swipe his card for payment, and let him know that his shake would be ready soon. 

“I have a question,” he says slowly before you can run and hide in the back. “What time are you out of here?”

“I’m not done for a while,” you state vaguely, praying that he wouldn’t ask about the remaining two and a half hours of your shift. “I work until closing.”

“I can come back and get you when you close.” His voice makes your skin crawl and his eyes feel like knives on your body.

“Excuse me?”

“Let me take you out to dinner. A nice looking person like you shouldn’t be alone at night.” Your heart drops into your stomach and your feet remain rooted to the floor, terrified in place. Was he gonna try to do something after you were off?

“Look, I’m not interested in any–”

“Hey, man. Are you done ordering yet? You’re holding up the line,” intrudes a voice that feels like a warm blanket wrapping around your shoulders. Somewhere between his usual order time and the creep asking you out, your favorite little crush came to stand in line to pay. His shoulders seemed extra broad today and the muscle of his biceps flexed under his compression shirt as he crossed his arms over his chest, staring daggers down at the guy who was freaking you out. He’d never looked so handsome, all sharp jawline and flexed muscles and piercing eyes. The creep recoils and scurries away, allowing you to take a deep breath that helps relieve some of the tension in your forehead. By pure muscle memory and running on adrenaline, your fingers swipe over the tablet and pull up his usual order before he can even say hello. 

“Strawberry and banana with chocolate protein powder, right?”

“Yeah, that…that’s mine,” he says, slightly taken aback by the lingering expression of panic on your face. While he eyes you warily, you swipe his card and hand him his receipt, suddenly desperate to just disappear into the back for the rest of your shift. “Hey, are you okay?”

“What? No, yeah. I’m fine, totally fine,” you lie and give him a weak smile. His eyebrows furrow slightly and you can feel him try to analyze you, but not in the dehumanizing way as your previous customer. His eyes searched your expression worriedly and you caught him biting skin from his lip in concern. “It’s just that the guy before you was being a little weird.” Calling him “weird” was an understatement, but you didn’t want to inconvenience him more than you already have. “I’m fine, really.” He watches you for a moment more and then nods, murmuring a thank you under his breath and finding a spot to wait for his shake. 

“This fell on the floor by the trash can,” he says plainly when he walks up to the pickup window after you call out his drink. The creepy guy hadn’t left the area yet, so your fight or flight instincts were still going haywire. Your gym crush, however, momentarily takes your attention by subtly sliding a dirty piece of paper across the counter to you as he picks up his cup with the other hand. “Thanks; I’ll see you tomorrow.” Before you can blink, he’s gone, leaving you with a cryptic folded message that makes your head spin. You sputter out an awkward farewell and hastily unfold the piece of paper. 

I’ll be studying in the computer lab until the stand closes. If he’s still bothering you, come find me and I’ll walk you to your car or your dorm or wherever. -Iwaizumi Hajime 

A sturdy rectangle of plastic falls from the paper and you stare at it in disbelief. It was an ID card for the university’s after-hours patrol division with his picture, full name, and student number printed on it. Iwaizumi, you echo mentally, you’re too good to be true. And, true to his promise, he’s a respectful distance away and stands with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants at 9:00 when you lock up the shake stand. You’d lost sight of the creep an hour after Iwaizumi picked up his drink, but the paranoia didn’t leave your body and you’re only able to relax when he approaches you. 

“This is yours,” you say, handing him his ID card with a small smile. “Thank you for looking out for me.”

“Of course. I’m sorry you had to deal with him,” he replies regretfully, uncomfortably adjusting his water bottle tucked into the crook of his elbow. “None of the guys at the gym like him. He’s always hitting on girls and giving them weird looks.” 

“Looks like he was forced to look outside the gym, then,” you laugh lightly, feeling the tension release from your shoulders as you walk next to Iwaizumi in the direction of the parking lot. “Did your drink still taste okay? Or did my nervousness make it taste funny?” When he chuckles, it sounds like sunshine. 

“It was just as tasty as it always is, thank you. You’ve really figured out how to make me the perfect drink every time.”

“Anything for my favorite customer,” you say without hesitation and your face feels like it’s been lit on fire. To your surprise, however, it seemed that Iwaizumi was just as flustered by your words. His eyes widen and his pretty mouth gapes a little bit, blinking rapidly to fix the short circuit in his brain. “I just hope he doesn’t come around here again. He makes my stomach churn.”

“Yeah, I get that,” he forces out and he’s silent for a while until your car is in sight. “Hey, sorry if this is super off-base, but do you wanna workout with me sometime? I can change the time I go but, if it means you don’t feel scared by that guy anymore, I’ll gladly rearrange my schedule.” 

“You want me to workout with you?”

“I’d like to meet you for lunch sometime, too, but I figured I’d start with baby steps,” he admits, running a hand nervously through his hair while you fish your keys from your bag. “If you don’t want to, that’s totally fine–”

“No, no, I’d love to,” you reassure him and he looks visibly relieved. “I’ll change up my shift so you can still go around the same time you usually do, and I can just meet you outside. I’ve been needing a new spotter since mine picked up extra shifts in the library.” 

“Great, yeah, awesome,” he says, a little dumbfounded by how eagerly you would give him a chance. If he was being honest, he’d wanted to ask you your name for months since you memorized his order, but he didn’t want to come off as pushy and ruin his chance with you. “Do you, uh, mind if I give you my number? Or I can give you a social media handle too if you’re not comfortable sharing your number.” God, he’s so good. He is so, so good. “Can you let me know you get home safe?”

“I will,” you promise. “Thank you for everything, Iwaizumi.”

“You can call me Hajime, if you want,” he offers softly and the fondness in his voice makes your heart flip. “Iwaizumi is fine too. Anything is fine.” 

“Right,” you smile. “Well, goodnight, Hajime. Get home safe.”

“You too. Talk soon, okay?”

“I can’t wait.”

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