#into taro's mailbox!

[tarovrispy]

HELLO HELLO HELLO OMG IVE BEEN PLANNING TO READ EMAILS FROM THE DUMPSTER FOR SO LONG SHSHJS

OMGG FR?! I'M SO STUNNED I'M SUDDENLY SO SPEECHLESS😭 THANKS FOR SENDING AN ASK THO (MADE MY DAY NGL!!)

[tbartss]

Every day I wake up and receive an email

[taropancakesys]

Hello my dears! I, Asmaa, ask you to support my campaign to help me reach my goal. 🙏 I am now in desperate need of your support to help me stay alive and safe. Gaza is a very dangerous place, both in terms of living standards and souls. I need your financial support so that I can get the basic needs of my family. Please help a family survive through your small donations or through your shares to others. And reblog. The campaign is going very slowly. 🙏🍉💔 This donation drive was verified by: @90-ghost

I am a small fandom blogger with no money but I'll do what I can to boost your message!

From the river to the sea.

[kissingchoso]

ur a poopy head hahahahah

whaddido

[iristial]

when you talk about taroharu twitter accounts, do you know how to find them?

Usually I try finding tweets mentioning the Japanese ship name (in this case タロはる) rather than accounts since I'm a crack/rare pair enjoyer even by most standards. I'm lucky if one person mentions my latest hyperfixation ship is a nice one lol Then I just scroll through the tweets, translate a bunch of them, find the ones with fan art and videos, check what those creators retweet/follow (in case there's fans who don't mention the ship name at all) - and that's it! Now I have a moderate TaroHaru supply to my heart’s content. Hope this helps, in case you’re a shipper too ^-^

[censorious-asshat]

🎀 hihiiiihh

hiii

🎀- you remind me of taro boba, sunsets at a beach, stargazing, amethysts and kaju kathli

[askrikkaiandhyotei]

Here’s another funny one

[cursingtoji]

they reveal those tattoos and i reveal this pussy. its just that simple.

roll up the sleeves and i roll down the panties easy

[seokoloqy]

how are you dogs?

They’re the best boys living their best life ✨✨

[tarovrispy]

ABOUT ME!

15 < my age < 18 (still a minor so if you're not comfortable, pls avoid interacting! sorry I hope you can solve the inequality equation HAHA)

an INFP/ISFP (I'm an hybrid between these two because I can't seem to fit strongly into either but identify as either)

I <3 aot & haikyuu! (esp shoyo & bokuto in haikyuu; but I will only write about hq in this blog!)

RULES!

Please be kind & nice! (this is a safe for minors page since I'm one! thus, I will only write sfw)

I don't take requests & don't rush me for uploads (I'm busy & usually write for my own interest)

You can interact with me (appropriately) (I'll try my best to reply to your interactions when I'm free! also I wld love to read your comments/thoughts!)

You can recommend me reads (but don't overly self promote on my acc!) (I love discovering new reads! you can find out what ive read via my personal headspace blog)

ALL IN ALL, I hope you enjoy reading my works <3!

TAGS I USE!

taro's thought pies - my rambles

<3 taro - introduction posts

into taro's mailbox - responses to asks

taro's lovers - for my mutuals

[blossomkoushi]

it’s what you feel, when you love someone.

summary: tsukishima kei spends his life discovering love. and the heartache that comes with it.

warnings: reader is a bit of an ass, but so is tsukishima one time, childhood friends AU, unrequited love, heartache, heartbreak, general angst things like that. gender neutral reader, referred to as “stinky” in texts. truly all hurt and no comfort in this one.

word count: 2.1k

A/N: i haven’t written angst in forever, so please let me know if this was okay or what i could improve on! i absolutely love angst and i want to get better at writing it, so any and all feedback is appreciated. fic is based off this prompt, thank you for requesting!

The sun shines through Tsukishima’s window. 7:30am. Rolling over in his bed and sighing, he reaches for his phone. The text messages you’d sent after he’d gone to bed sit at the top of the screen. A small smile grows on his face.

[from: stinky, sent at 1:43am] >> kei-kei, did you know that fish cough? Isn’t that so weird? >> like how does that even work >> wait I found a youtube video, look! >> *stinky sent a link* >> …doesn’t really look like coughing, does it? It’s more like a yawn >> kei-kei are you sleeping? >> laaaame >> sleeping is dumb

The nickname makes his heart flutter, just for a moment. It’d always had that effect on him, the blush creeping up on his face until he trained himself to keep it down.

[to: stinky, 7:34am] >> why were you sending me texts about fish at 1:40 in the morning >> stupid

Tsukishima pauses for a moment, hesitating before sending another text.

[to: stinky, 7:36am] >> are you still coming by practice later?

Getting out of bed, he starts getting ready for his morning class and practice. A part of him is grateful that you decided to go to the same university as him, being able to see you nearly every day made his life brighter. Not that he’d ever tell you that.

He’s out the door and walking to class when you text him back.

[from: stinky, 8:27am] >> obviously, I need to go see how ‘Taro is doing >> could you steal his shirt so I can see his abs during practice? >> *image attached*

Some kind of horny meme that Tsukishima never bothered to pay attention to, the kinds you always send when talking about his teammate, Kyoutani.

[from: stinky, 8:29am] >> oh, and you’ll be there too, ig

There it is.

He knows it’s a joke. He knows that he’s your best friend and you’re only joking. But the sinking in his chest and the knot tightening in his stomach is refusing to listen to his reasoning.

Swallowing down any anxious and sad feelings, he shakes his head and starts typing away at his phone.

[to: stinky, 8:30am] >> great. I’ll see you after class

Another message of seemingly random emojis pop up on his screen and he pockets his phone, taking a seat in the classroom and bringing out his notebook. He can feel himself zoning out before the professor even starts speaking.

-

Love is a strange word to Tsukishima Kei. It’s something his mom, and occasionally brother, say to him. Something on instinct, as if a promise would be broken if the words weren’t uttered.

Tsukishima had been 5 years old when he asked his mom about it. At the time he only repeated it back to her, an echo of her declaration, unaware of what he was promising her.

“it’s a feeling, Kei. Love is what you feel when you care for someone deeply. And so, you tell them.”

“do you have to say it?”

His mom stops for a moment, pondering before brushing his hair back and shaking her head. “no, you don’t have to say it. But you should at least show it to the people you love.”

Tsukishima continued telling his mom that he loves her up until elementary school. He still loves her after that, but his priorities shifted.

-

Tsukishima had been 8 years old when he realizes that he loves you.

The feeling grew stronger every day, your smile brightening his day and your laughter making his heart flutter in a strange way.

“Kei-Kei! Look, I found a snail! There’s more over there, come on!” your excited voice made his heart swell in his chest. Your small hand gripped his, tugging him through the mud and puddles on the yard, giggling happily despite the rain pouring down.

He starts drawing you pictures of snails. Small doodles placed on your desk before recess. He points them out after it’s rained, pulling you along to bend down and watch them slowly drag along the road on the way home from school.

You get interested in frogs, cats, worms, bees, even ants for a while. Tsukishima joined your obsessions, indulging you with drawings, books and pictures. One time he collected worms in a bucket on his walk home, handing them to you when he arrived at your house, knowing that you were ill and hoping the wigglies, as you called them, would make you happier. The smile you gave him burned into his mind, and he wanted to see it again and again until the end of time.

He loves you, even his young mind can grasp that. He hopes that you can tell.

-

Tsukishima is 12 years old when he realizes that he’s in love with you.

Valentine’s day was never something he’d pay attention to. It seemed silly to him, a whole day just to talk about love? Stupid. Love is something you feel, so you say it or show it and that’s that, why spend a whole day talking about it?

That is, until you run up to him the day before, excitement flashing in your eyes.

“Kei-Kei, do you know what day it is tomorrow?” your hands gripped his arms, nearly shaking him. The familiar blush grows on his face and he shakes his head, hoping you don’t notice how his skin is turning pinker by the second. “it’s valentine’s day! I heard some of the older boys talking in the hallway about what they’re doing for their girlfriends and it seems so cute! Like, oh, one is going to take his girlfriend out roller skating, isn’t that so romantic? And this other boy was saying that-“

Tsukishima tunes your voice out, focusing his attention to your lips moving. Your hands are still gripping his arms and a part of him wishes that you’d never let go, feeling his skin burning under his clothes. You’re standing so close; he could lean his head forward just a bit and his lips could be on yours. If he just-

“-Oh! And I heard some girls talking before gym that the boys in our class were going to confess to their crushes tomorrow! Do you think anyone will confess to me? I hope so” your words snap him back to reality. His eyes go slightly wide, looking into yours. Confess? You wanted one of the stupid boys in your class to confess?

A twinge of discomfort stabs in his stomach, his body filling with sudden annoyance. “no way” he scoffs.

He’s never regretted anything more in his life.

The excitement drains from your eyes and your hands fall from his arms. Before he can think, your chin quivers and you nod silently, turning around and running away.

The discomfort in his stomach only grows, changing and chafing along with an ache in his chest, all annoyance drained from his body in an instance.

He draws a picture of a snail and dinosaur, writing your names over them. Underneath he scribbles an apology. A quick “I’m sorry”, and he places it in your mailbox on his way home.

The next day, he sees you on the yard of the school, standing excitedly in front of a boy and throwing your arms around him.

-

Tsukishima is 13 years old when he realizes that you don’t love him back. Not in the way he wants.

Though, to be honest, he knew from the moment he saw you with the boy from your class walk home together from school, hand in hand.

You’re both in junior high and all you seem to want to talk about is your stupid boyfriend. It’s a different boy, not the same one he saw you with that previous February. This one is taller, not as tall as Tsukishima, but you say that height isn’t something you look for in a boyfriend. He can’t help but to feel the jealousy and sadness seep in at that.

“he’s older, you know. He’s turning 15 in a few weeks and he says that I can meet his family at his birthday party.” You’re seated on Tsukishima’s bed while he’s at the desk, trying to tune you out and do his homework. He hopes you’ll stop talking about him and do the same. You don’t. “oh, and I know you’ve never had a girlfriend, so you won’t know this, but he’s such a good kisser. Like, you can definitely tell that he’s got some experience compared to my ex. Isn’t that so weird? Me? Having an ex?”

Tsukishima doesn’t like this. You’re changing, trying to be older than you actually are to impress this older boy that he’s never even met. Not that he wants to. He’s gotten used to the dull ache of his heart breaking over and over again, the steady and constant reminder that you won’t ever see him the way that he sees you. He’s mastered the art of seeming okay, masking his feelings and pushing them deep down where no living soul will ever see them. But if he had to see you with this… boyfriend… he’s not sure that he’d recover.

So instead, he shuts up. He stays quiet and lets you babble on about all the little things that this boy does for you, letting the ache in his chest grow and grow. It’s better than the alternative, telling you how he feels. No, that’s not an option. He can’t risk losing you.

-

Tsukishima Kei is an idiot. He knows this for a fact after having to watch you pine after endless boys and men all the way up until university. Boyfriends that come and go, the make out sessions that he gets graphic descriptions of and a constant damp shoulder from holding you after your heart gets broken.

He pretends to laugh along when you joke about him being single for so long, his heart squeezing painfully at the reminder that his long-time crush has eyes for every man except him.

-

He only comes back from his heart-break haze when he steps into the gym after class. Only he wishes that he hadn’t.

Calling out a greeting, he sees you standing alone with Kyoutani. Except he’s not sure if it counts as standing, it’s more of a pinning to the wall. Kyoutani’s body caging you in, your back pressed to the wall with your hands around his neck. Even from a distance, he can see your usual excited smile, happy to have gotten attention from the boy you’d been pining after.

“sorry.” Tsukishima can only mutter, quickly turning around and walking out the gym again. He can hear your muffled voice, probably reassuring Kyoutani that it’s okay. He wishes that he’d walked faster, so he would’ve missed the unmistakable sounds of kissing and your soft sighs.

Tsukishima hasn’t let himself cry over you in years. He forces himself to go numb, push away any and all bad feelings until his breathing gets steady and he can look you in the eye again.

But this time, he can’t stop it. He’s fallen to the floor as soon as the bathroom door locks behind him. It’s disgusting, sitting on the floor with his hands pressed to his eyes, trying to force the tears back inside. His classes clink onto the floor, skidding away from him as his body shakes.

Tears stream down his face and drips down his shirt, turning the fabric into a blotchy mess, matching his flushed face and the snot running from his nose. His sobs echo off the walls, arms hugging his knees while the image of your body pressed against his teammate flashes behind his eyes every time he blinks.

He hasn’t cried over you in years. So, when it all hits him, it hits hard.

He misses practice completely, spending his time laying on the filthy floor in the bathroom and clutching his chest, trying to bring the broken pieces back together. He finally stands after what feels like an eternity. Picking up his glasses from the floor, he puts them on and watches himself in the mirror. Face flushed pink, eyes bloodshot and snot running from his nose, he thinks about what his mother said when he was a kid.

“love is what you feel when you care for someone deeply.”

A bitter laugh fills the room, his own hard eyes meeting him in the mirror.

His mother was wrong. Love isn’t what you feel when you care for someone deeply. All you feel is pain. The dull twisting of a knife in your chest as you watch the one you love fall for someone else, over and over again until you accept that their soft and loving eyes will never meet yours. Or at least that’s what you tell yourself when you’re standing in the bathroom of the gym where you saw said person fall in love with someone new. That you’ve accepted it.

[taropancakesys]

Hi there 👋,

My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future. 🕊️🇵🇸

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤

https://gofund.me/fd1faea2 🔗

Good luck, I may not be able to donate but I will spread your message with my platform (no matter how small of a platform i have, i understand that every person who sees it can make a difference)

[kissingchoso]

monkey

rat

[iristial]

Nogami Ryotaro is a precious bean

HE IS!! A one-of-a-kind and wonderful bean!!!!

[censorious-asshat]

hi hi new moot <3

Hiii, how are you? How was your day?

[the-golden-onion]

tag game / get to know me

tagged by: @eyehairs bless you this was so fun!

rules: answer 21 questions and then tag 21 however many people you’d like who you want to know better

nickname: mads/madly (i hate “maddie” pls don’t call me that), badeline when my broke ass relies too heavily on retail therapy

sign: scorpio sun leo moon bitchhhhhhh

height: 5’5.5” (i like to say that it’s almost 666)

last movie i saw: the matrix - all hail keanu

last thing i googled: ‘tamagotchi v4.5 growth chart’ (you can pry my tamagotchis from my cold dead 90s kid hands)

favorite musician: this is an impossible thing to answer but for now i’m going to say florence + the machine (childish gambino is a close runner up tho) (and hozier FUCK)

song stuck in my head: i just woke up and didn’t have a song stuck in my head but then i looked over at my tamagotchis after that google ask and their current shapes are so lumpy that “my humps” popped into my head (however i’m currently listening to a record of chopin’s nocturnes so this is a very off-putting clash of sound)

other blogs: god. i have 18 other blogs. i was trying to delete a few when i accidentally deleted the-golden-onion because theoretically this is too many! but that experience scarred me and i’ll never delete one ever again. @manqoz is my main, @spicymanqoz is my general fandom/shitpost garbage fest, if you like cats check out @nekodontsueme, @crystalline-shadows is a reference blog for my fantasy novel WIP, @andalitebandits is my beloved animorphs shitfest. i’m not going to tell you about the others, if you find them i applaude you.

do i get asks: yes! do i answer them in a timely manner? not likely!!! i need to get better at that thank you all for talking to this lonely onion girl

blogs following: i have been on this hellsite since the dark ages - i couldn’t possibly begin to answer this question

amount of sleep: today i got a decent amount like 9ish hours but it varies

lucky number: 3 and multiples of 3

what i’m wearing: you first baby ;) jk i’m in my pjs but i’m usually wearing a thrifted hawaiian shirt & black capris

dream job: i have given up on this dream but i would die to work in the story department at Pixar - god now i’m getting emotional

dream trip: i visited Israel and Jordan in march and hiked the first bit of Petra to the Treasury, but didn’t get to finish the whole hike because I was traveling with senior citizens. i really want to go back and finish the hike and spend all day taking in that magnificent architecture!!! g o d

favorite food: sushi my god, shovel it in my mouth (with taro boba tea pls)

play any instruments: alto saxophone & a bit of trumpet - ya like jazz? i’ll steal ur girl with my sexy slow jams

languages: english, spanish, two years of russian, one year of french - i miss russian but next up i want to tackle sign language and arabic and hebrew and italian and greek oh dear

random fact: i watched the twilight in theatres with my therapist*

describe yourself as aesthetic things: the smell before a monsoon, sunset-stained pink mountains, night driving down the interstate, dim fairy lights & classical music playing quietly on vinyl, running barefoot over warm stones to the mailbox, sunlight soaked library shelves, staring up at the clouds while swinging, long forgotten tea, rereading harry potter in small cafes, scavenging for bones in the desert foothills, thunderclouds brimming over the horizon, talking to the turtles in home depot’s garden section, the click of knitting needles

tagging: @bellaauroraswan @emmettmccartycullen @bellasredchevy @cullen-collective @madelinecoffee @angelawebber @breakingisabella @rosaalee @fresh-honey @lapush-baby @911esme @maryaliceswan @queertwilight @cullen-trash @stregoni-benefici @edwardsvirginity @panlight @norrington-hell @pianocarnival @nimikyu @navnia