#into taro's mailbox!

[tarovrispy]

ignore that im stupid dont answer it i mean HI💜

OMY HII💛💛‼️ LOLOL it's fine I can answer it if you'd like (no worries <3) I'm frm singapore !!

[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

[phoenix-eclipses]

Casting Love 1.1 - Excuse to Jump a Rich Man

The day Iwaizumi got back, you dragged both Taro and Tsukki with you to go greet him once he got off the bus. You had hoped not to mention the situation with your dad at all. Wishing to just push it under the rug as a secret that you'd only share with the two blondes but when the door to your place is opened, there's a letter on the floor waiting for you.

Even if you weren't there when he had been there, you'd recognize the hand writing on the envelope from anywhere. You caught the looks you received from Taro and Tsukki as you crouched down and picked it up. Part of you wanted to rip it apart right at that moment, but you still wished to keep it as a secret so you just pocketed it in your jacket pocket while smiling at your friends.

An hour passed.

Iwaizumi unpacked, Oikawa called due to missing the group and you all happily chatted. What you didn't expect was Iwaizumi's curiousity in the letter so when you took your jacket off and walked to the restroom, he pulled the letter out, the two blondes unaware as they listened to Oikawa's rambling. He doesn't even need to open the letter to catch the familiar stamp on the back.

Your last name, in unbearably fancy font made into a custom stamp. One he was familiar with every few months when your portion of rent, "gifted" to you by your father, was delievered. But it was never given like this, from your doorstep. It was normally found in your mailbox in the lobby.

"Yn, open this."

Iwaizumi didn't even give you a chance to sit back down the moment you reentered the living space. He held out the envelope for you. You cautiously took the letter from him, but didn't start opening it.

"It's from your dad, isn't it? I think he was here when you were visiting those two."

"...he was," the words come out, guilt weighing down on you. "That's why I went to their place."

"Did he speak to you?"

"I left the moment I saw him."

"...why didn't you tell me?"

"I knew you'd try to come back home."

He let out a soft sigh, ending the call with Oikawa before pulling you to sit next to him. Silence in the room, but you could feel the rage radiating off of the man next to you, directed to your father.

The video showed Kenma's usual background screen during interludes in his streams and captions popped up as he spoke.

"Hello, I'm sure a good majority of you all have seen the tweet made by Kuroo at this point."

There's a small sigh, barely caught by the microphone before he continues.

"I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding. I am not dating anyone, or romantically involved with anyone. As I've mentioned briefly in other streams, I am a university student and a price to pay with that is occasionally group projects. For one class, I have an assigned partner the whole semester and due to that, Kuroo has become familiar with them as well. That is who Kuroo was referring to in that tweet."

The video ends a second after that.

Intermission -- Masterlist -- 1.2

Notes

This took way too long, I was being murdered by finals tbh

The whole friend group has a fair idea of how yn's dad is, and all of them hate him

Also does anyone expect Kenma's video to properly help the drama die down?? Hm???

Everytime drama happens, Tsukki tries to say its a Japan problem just because he thinks its funny to rub it in Tooru's face that he's so far away

This lil section of chapters is when stuff actually starts picking up so look out for that!!

Taglist

@staygoldsquatchling02 @walllflowerrrsss @oyasumeii @rinnylvr

@bi-bi-papillon @ris-krispie @madiexuberant @giocriedpower

@lunavixia @singleandlonely @yuminako @from-mae @3lectraheart

@kodzusora @skycasin0 @scinclaitnoir @itsdragonius @d3ly-p4v

@anqelkoz @kodzubaby @mirtaspace @writing-for-the-hell-of-it

@anteroz @yuki-sama6 @mawenskiblue @getoloverr @zozodahobo

@katnot-cat

[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

[iristial]

Nogami Ryotaro is a precious bean

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

[seokoloqy]

how are you dogs?

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

[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!!)

[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

[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

[vintagerpg]

I hope everyone is having a happy holiday season! This week (as you know if you’ve listened to the podcast) I’ve got something a little different planned: a look back at some old catalogs.

For those of you who grew up after the mid-nineties, the Sears Wish Book was a beast of a holiday catalog, weighing in at over 600 pages of STUFF. A lot of it was clothes and housewares (boooooring) but toward the back, there were toys. Pages and pages of toys, all set up in tableaus designed to foster the feeling of want in the hearts of children. When the Wish Book showed up in the mailbox, I would spend what seemed like hours poring over the toy pages, circling catalog numbers in the hopes that Mom, Dad or Santa might see.

A few months ago, @danveesenmeyer clued me in that three Wish Books contained entries for D&D stuff, so I just had to track them down. This is the first, the 1982 Wish Book. As you can see, the Sears people curated some classics – your core books, the D&D electronic board game, etc – and some oddities – that binder, which I believe @DnD_Daily has shown off not too long ago. The miniatures strike me as an odd inclusion, but you don’t get much more iconic a D&D  knock-off than Milton Bradley’s Dark Tower board game. The weirdest item (and maybe most intriguing, even if it isn’t D&D) is that electronic fortune teller. He goes by the name Taro and I’ve never heard of it but I kind of want one.

I also saw a strange D&D diorama tucked in next to the He-Man toys. Photo is too small for me to really figure out what it is. Anyone have a clue?

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[thisisjustafiller]

food log and babble

3/4

got up at 5:30am, 22 hour fast

7:00AM: black coffee

12:00PM: black coffee

electrolyte water + regular water all day 

4:00-5:00PM: fast broken. spring rolls, taro pocket, hardly enough oil to cook in, misc snacks (1000)

total: 1k

5PM starts my fast again. aiming for 20-24 hours, but i’ll be with family tomorrow and eating there. should be fine. i probably shouldn’t have eaten straight junk for half of today’s calories. as long as i hold off until noon, i won’t be able to get food until it’s dinner with the fam. i’m thinking that i am going to do either 20′s or 22′s instead of total 24s, mostly so i can actually have time to eat stuff. sure, today it only took me an hour for 1k calories. but this was far from bulk. i’m going to need that time, plus i want to keep my eating window from moving too far into the evening. this will give me better control. and if this omad bullshit leads me into uncontrollable binging, i’ll try and stop. and i don’t expect myself to be doing 20+ every single day, there’s going to need to be some 16′s in there too for my sanity. there’s little use fighting my urge to not eat so i’m settling for harm reduction.

anyway, uh, my supplements came. pretty jazzed about that. matcha comes in tomorrow, hopefully sooner than noon or to my mailbox instead of door. other than my current fasting obsession and fascination with starvation euphoria, i’m doing alright. nothing much is going on. aside from my eating patterns changing, mentally I’ve been pretty great. between terpenes in my cbd and puerh, and the occasional tickle of brain chems from fasting, i seem to be out of my funk. then again, this is usually the time of year i snap out of it.