#love you so much

[plulp]

SYDNEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[herewegobebe]

Happy Birthday Adorable One 🥰 💞🐥🧀✨

[breelynnxoxoxoxo]

Unspoken Love Is So Loud For Twosday Lovers 🌈🌈🌈

[xx-sketchy-xx]

I love you so much @cutepotatook, I didn’t know how better to express that love other then my character embracing yours and gifting you a present of gratitude and friendship

definitely not obsessed over Sunny’s little face lol

[moeskine]

🍅🏳️‍🌈👁️❓

[n0quart3r]

happy birthday, john henry bonham!!!

[aslongasitsrealtoyou]

"Intros & Narrators" (Official Video)

[flower-blossoms654]

I’m in that kinda mood where I’ll start a fight for no reason

@trashlike I’ll fucking piss in ur pants

[resssistance]

2022 GRAND PRIX FINAL CHAMPION

[breelynnxoxoxoxo]

Faithfulness Is The Foundation Of Love! 🌈🌈🌈

[teenagechildtyphoon]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIJY YOU BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL GIRL I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR SPECIAL DAY

[flyingwargle]

no matter how many years have passed, suga will never tire of entering the sendai city gymnasium.

he still remembers the first time he stood beneath the lights, on the court with his teammates, faced against their opponents. he was overcome with nerves in that match, which affected his tosses and made them lose the first set. although they managed to turn it around and win, that match was a wake-up call that yes, he is the team’s setter, he is the conductor of their offense, and whether they win or lose depends on how effectively he utilizes his hitters.

it was a burden that he was happy to carry, as he did not stand alone on the court. even when he was relegated to the sidelines in his third year, he still held that burden as vice-captain, as a mentor for his underclassmen, as a role model for his teammates to follow.

even though he left the court for good after graduation, he still carries that responsibility, honored to do so for the rest of his life, because he knows that his underclassmen are destined for greatness in a way that he never will be.

the first day of the inter-high preliminaries falls on his birthday. last year, it coincided with the third day, where he watched his underclassmen lose to datekou after a long and hard match. his tears were not out of pity but pride, proud of how tanaka filled asahi’s role as the ace, how ennoshita became the new defense specialist after daichi, how kinoshita improved significantly as a pinch server. the dinner afterwards was not mired with frustration but determination, as the team promised him to bring home victory at the spring tournament as a belated birthday present.

this year, he enters the stands with daichi and tanaka. asahi has a major project due after the weekend, ennoshita is knees-deep in research for his kinesiology paper, and neither kinoshita nor narita could get away, either. and last suga heard of noya, he’d taken off to his first adventure in mexico.

tanaka greets his underclassmen that comprise of karasuno’s cheering squad. he introduces them to daichi and suga, their juniors bowing in respect. suga gives a wave and turns to the glance down at the court, where the referees are talking on the sidelines, few members of the press snapping photos on the side. team banners are tied along the railings, their teams huddled on the stands as they wait for their match to begin.

“who’s the new captain?” daichi asks after tanaka joins them. “yamaguchi, right?”

“i wouldn’t be surprised if he made tsukishima vice-captain,” suga adds.

“nah, it’s actually kageyama,” tanaka says. “yamaguchi texts me sometimes for advice, and whenever i about kageyama, he says that he helps with strategies and formations.”

“that’s more than my vice-captain did,” daichi drawls, shooting a look at suga. “i remember entrusting the team to a certain second-year more than my vice.”

suga huffs with a roll of his eyes. “it’s my birthday, you know. let’s save the slander for another day.” he is about to say more when the gym doors open and the first competing teams step onto the court upon a shower of applause. they’re quick to join in, breaking off to point when karasuno enters. “there they are!”

“tsukishima looks even taller,” daichi remarks. “yamaguchi looks more muscular, too.”

“hinata’s still the shortest!” suga laughs. “even though he grew so much!”

tanaka cackles. “he still looks like a first-year compared to everyone else.” were it not for his aura of a veteran emanating around him, he could still be easily mistaken as a rookie at his first official high school match.

suga watches them take their team jackets off and step onto the court to warm up, his eyes roaming their backs. yamaguchi wears the #1 jersey proudly, tall and strong. tsukishima took #3, off to the side to talk with an underclassman. hinata wears #5, standing at the end line as he waits for his turn. when the net is clear, he makes his approach, pulls his arms behind him, and jumps.

kageyama, clad in the #2 jersey, tosses the ball with lightning speed, and hinata spikes it in the blink of an eye. behind him, the cheering squad shouts, “nice kill!” and “nice toss!” daichi whistles. “their quick is as fast as ever, right, suga?”

he doesn’t reply, transfixed on kageyama. as a third-year, he exudes a much more refined aura, someone more confident in himself, his tosses, his teammates. everything about him promises that he’ll get the ball to where it needs to go, that he’ll bring his team to victory. it’s confidence that suga wishes he had in the past, in himself and his skills.

it’s not just that. kageyama leaves the net as the next team warms up, and although hinata flanks him, their juniors talk to them, anxious and nervous. he watches him comfort the one wearing the #9 jersey, and although he can’t hear what he says, it has to be reassuring. or, maybe not, because hinata’s laugh reaches him from the stands, along with, “kageyama, you never know what to say!”

soon, the teams line up to greet each other. kageyama stands beside yamaguchi, followed by tsukishima, their libero, and then hinata. suga still remembers when they first joined the team, their round faces and eyes bright with possibility, their animosity and rivalry, their teamwork and synergy. to think that he taught hinata how to receive, watching him slide across the court flawlessly after a pass. to think that he taught kageyama about teamwork, watching him high-five his hitter after he scores. to think that all his underclassmen were weak and inexperienced, to standing tall in their team jerseys.

he might not get a car for his birthday, or world peace, or anything extravagant, but to see how far his juniors have come is the best present he could ever ask for.

[thebeatlelove]

Happy Birthday John Lennon <3

[emylis-lovemastery]

Fall in Love with Someone who Wants You...

Learn The Predictable Patterns that Make Men Fall In Love

[jim-jams-posts]

Their holding hands!!!

I repeat ...........!!!!!

THEY ARE HOLDING HANDS!!!!!!!!!

[bookworm-with-coffee]

What is your favourite fic you’ve ever written, and why? ❤️❤️

Oof— Fizzy, you're asking all the difficult questions!! 🤣💖

I find it so hard to pick favourites, as I usually don't have any or tend to think about it. If I had to pick one though, it would be "Sleepless Nights" - my Fili x Reader fic!! 🥰

I'm a sucker for a good ol' comfort fic when it comes to my favourite Hobbits and Dwarves!! And as I'm sure you can agree (perhaps moreso with Thorin, our beloved), nothing compares to imagining oneself in the VERY warm embrace of a Dwarf 😍😍😍😍

Thank you so, so much for this ask, Sweetheart. Take this big Thorin hug with you 🥺💖🫂💐❤