#missing haikyuu tag

[whywoulditho]

i think a lot about tsukkiyama just living in their own world. tsukkiyama who come to and back from school together every single day. tsukkiyama who silently laugh at each others jokes not realizing people are looking at them. tsukkiyama who eat lunch on the roof where no one else can bother them. tsukkiyama who spend their breaks listening to music sharing one crappy pair of earphones. tsukkiyama who have inside jokes and gossip about everyone else in the class. tsukkiyama who can communicate with a few meaningful glances from across the room. tsukkiyama who can only talk about movies and shows they watched together, or books they exchanged and anytime someone else tries to join in their conversation kei looks at them with his patented annoyed look and tadashi just stops talking while they both wait for the other party to leave. they're just. obsessed with each other to the point they don't care about anyone or anything else. it's not even healthy but they're okay with it

[bushmonsterr]

back at it again with them haikyuu shenanigans

[owlyflufff]

and in that moment a thousand headcanons and fics were made canon

[noranb]

bbq with team japan!!

[anoant-haikyuu-dump]

More Nekoma hcs

• One time after an intense match Kuroo makes the mistake of taking the whole team out for hot pot, his treat. Never again. His wallet is in SHAMBLES, especially after the menaces that are Inuoka, Tora, Fukunaga, and Yaku get their hands on the meat menu. At least Kai helped with the bill

• Yaku is secretly super sappy— he gets emotional when reminiscing about the past, he loves romance manga, he tears up at sad movies, etc etc. Kai and Kuroo know about it and love teasing him in private but would never expose his softer side to the rest of the team. He totally bawls at graduation though and no one's suprised (they all knew)

• Shibayama and Inuoka are little gossips, they're always whispering to each other and giggling behind their hands (kinda like Tsuki and Yamaguchi but less bitchy lmao). They're the types to have conversations entirely made of inside jokes so if you hear them in passing it sounds like incoherent gibberish

• Thinking about that panel of Fukunaga holding an entire bunch of bananas, I think he'd bring whole-ass watermelons to school and scoop them out with a spoon for lunch. At first Tora’s appalled by it— as he is with most things Fukunaga does— but eventually he joins in. You’ll often find them hunched over a melon in the courtyard shoveling away like maniacs and spitting seeds into the air. Kenma thinks its the most disgusting thing he’s ever seen

• While we're talking about manga panels look at Inuoka swinging his tie around in the bg. He never ties it right, it drives Shibayama insane so he fixes it for him.

• One thing I like about stage play Kai is that he kinda has a short fuse and is a bit more sarcastic. I think he deserves a good scream in the club room at least once a week (Kuroo and Yaku guard the door so he can do it in peace)

• The third years are kinda like the Date Tech Alums in that they just show up to random practice games and heckle the team from the stands. Yaku's screaming at Lev about his form, Kuroo's teasing Kenma and Tora, Kai made a bingo sheet.

• Fukunaga has the kind of ADHD where he picks up a new hobby every week. Sometimes he's in the club room crocheting, sometimes he's learning yo-yo tricks, folding intricate paper cranes, rubix cubes, cup stacking, card shuffling, juggling, you name it. His favorite will always be cooking though, he uses the team as a test audience for new recipies.

[rahneyskies]

court confessions <3

[zentriii]

atsumu groans when light fills up his room. his head's submerged in the clouds and all he knows is that he's going to have to call out of practise today. fuck.

the sheets beside him are barely warm so he forces his eyes open and rubs the crust out with the back of his hand. what kiyoomi won't see can't hurt him. his phone reads 6:23. at least he's awake early enough that kiyoomi hasn't left yet.

the process of brushing his teeth and throwing a pair of clean, non-sweaty pants on feel like they take up five years. there's a fit of nausea trying to make itself known in his stomach but he wants to see kiyoomi off.

"how're you feeling?" kiyoomi asks, filling a plate up with eggs.

"like i wanna be run over by a car." atsumu finds that to be more of an honest statement than he thought it was. he can barely stand up but the unsteadiness of walking over is daunting.

"do you think you can eat some eggs?" there's a small gesture towards the plate in his hands but fuck – the thought alone of how greasy the butter is, the strong flavours of salt and pepper – he could puke.

"i dunno if i could keep 'em down t'be honest," he mumbles, shame churning in his gut. it's not the first time kiyoomi's seen him sick – but it's the first time since they started living together. there's nowhere to hide in their apartment.

"try?" and it's that classic Omi-Pout™ that has him folding. a little because it's cute. a little because he still feels like he's imposing sometimes. a little because he refuses to live with regrets – if all there is, is here and now, atsumu knows he'll be upset if kiyoomi becomes upset too.

there isn't much else for him to do but shrug helplessly and unstick his feet from the ground. walking isn't too bad after the first step – or with company.

the toaster pops off and kiyoomi quickly adds those to his plate before atsumu can even finish washing his hands – as if he'd refuse anything more once he sat down. kiyoomi's not wrong, but still! it's the principle of the matter – wait is atsumu internally trying to convince himself that kiyoomi should consider him a simp? that that's how he wants to be seen?

does he? he does not. (does he?)

atsumu is very confused on which side he's on right now and comes to the conclusion that his head hurts so he will not be thinking further on this matter. he sits down.

kiyoomi's long since scurried off to grab his gym bag and change out of his pjs but despite atsumu's 23 years of life – he misses him. his company's a quiet but solid one and the warmth that atsumu always feels from beside him leaves in exchange for a cold chill. the egg starts tasting more bland.

surprisingly enough – flavour-wise it isn't all that rich to begin with. kiyoomi's the type to overdo quite literally everything when it comes to food, and even though atsumu was expecting something more mellowed out in terms of taste, it's super easy on his stomach.

he wants to ask but kiyoomi beats him to it, walking out of their room and ready for the day. "i used less salt and pepper and cooked it on oil instead of butter. are you alright to finish it?"

atsumu's stomach turns into a mess for a whole new reason and there's tears pricking at his eyes that he ignores. "yeah," he croaks, voice far too fragile to say any more.

"i called coach already, i left some medicine on your nightstand and – rest well okay?" kiyoomi's brows furl and it rushes into atsumu all at once how far kiyoomi's going for him.

kiyoomi who hates being sick, hates the idea of even getting sick. kiyoomi who's been playing nurse since atsumu woke them both up in the middle of the night with a sudden fever, not once complaining about being in close contact with him.

"omi-kun–" atsumu's voice warbles. he's gonna regret this later but he's. he's not even sure what he wants to say but he feels steady enough on his feet thanks to the food kiyoomi carefully made.

"i'll be back soon yeah?" and it's the way kiyoomi doesn't make a step to the door that brings words flooding out of atsumu.

"i'll be waitin' at home for ya." there's a silent moment where he wonders if he chose wrong, if kiyoomi wasn't really ready to refer to his apartment as theirs. it's only been two months since he–

"yeah, love you." atsumu hates how he can't smother kiyoomi's stupid pretty little face in kisses so instead he engraves the curve of kiyoomi's pleased and wobbly smile into his mind.

atsumu knows his face is just as sappy. he can't quite find it in himself to care.

"love you too."

[reineydraws]

your irregular reminder that i peddle the kryk agenda and that yaku is my favourite 🥰

[emmyrosee]

Osamu realizes he’s in love with you when you back his car into… something.

Years later, he can’t even begin to remember what you hit- the trash? Mailbox? Maybe the curb? Honestly it could’ve been a kid, he genuinely doesn’t know. Whatever it was, it caused a deep gash into the rear passenger side and popped the tire, the crunch of metal standing no chance against whatever was in your way.

And he could never be too mad at you. Never. This was no exception, it was just a car and a simple thing that he could fix himself, or pay someone to, but before he can convince you of this, his jaw slacks and his face pales slightly when you let out a bark, an absolute shock of a word so freely past your pretty lips:

“GOD-FUCKING-DAMNIT!”

It slipped out with zero hesitation, at the time, no shame either, and you just looked so mad about something he honestly couldn’t care less about, so long as you were okay. But clearly, you cared, and the moment you realized what your said?

God you looked so cute.

Your face got a sheen of sweat, your hand immediately coming up to cover your mouth, and with the most wide eyes, you whipped your head over to look at him. Your eyes lock with his, and he just. He starts cackling. He’s laughing at your poor, precious expense, and you’re whining in his now damaged car for him to stop, head thunking against the steering wheel in embarrassment.

And he realizes, once you finally are able to park the car and get out to swat at his chest, that he wants to be there for everything.

Every ‘god damn it,’ every scratch on the car that you may or may not cause every time you say something in front of him that you shouldn’t, he wants to be a part of the memory you now harbor. Every time you burn dinner, or you two get lost driving and at least are holding hands, everything.

You’re everything to him. And he realizes it for the first time when you back his brand new car into…. Whatever you backed into.

[ravenlexis]

i don't mind genderbend fic or art. usually if i don't feel it, i just scroll past and ignore (my policy on headcanons/fanon content that i don't personally agree with).

what i do mind is when an author/artist takes a same-sex couple (usually mlm with one of them somewhat more androgynous or even with a bit of feminine silhouette), make one of them into the opposite sex, and only write/draw them like that.

like, genderbend one of them if you want but if that's the only way you portray them then that's sus to me.

it's like internalised homophobia, imo.

make them both genderbend! make mlm into wlw, make wlw into mlm, make it straight once in a while, spice it up! just don't take a queer ship and make it straight just to justify shipping them.

[whywoulditho]

azumane asahi being a fashion designer and having golf grandpa aesthetic in his daily life outfits

[rammoram]

Guess who got refixated on Haikyuu

Here's some GoshiKins(and Oikawa, naturally.)

Plus some extra chaos, naturally:

[marcelineuntitled]

forgot that i never posted this woa

[scary-monsters]

i scrolled ALLLLL the way to the very beginning of the diego brando tag this evening.. it made me ache for a time period of jjba fandom that i wasn't even around for

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

ahhh just finished the haikyuu movie and it was sooooo amazing holy shit

like genuinely almost teared up at the end i wish i could inject that movie into my brains.

there were so many great moments like the storytelling was great and while they couldn’t fit everything in from the manga what they chose was so great.

my boy bokuto was in it so much too (i especially loved his lil “whack him again for me tsukki” from the sidelines and ofc him double checking his usage of slang with akaashi) mikashou were entertaining as always yachi was a standout with her lil expressions in the back had everyone laughing. so did fukunaga and tendou with their lines. the old coach ukai moments were sooo good and emotional holy shit. everyone in the theatre was chuckling when suga was on screen.

the tsukki scenes were also just sooo good like him and kuroo. no words. the whole teacher student bit and the flashbacks that went with it ate the lil bit at the end where they hug each other was so cute

hinata and the crow/cage imagery. made me so emotional like yall don’t even understand. hinatas journey this movie overtakes ball boy arc for most emotionally moving for me

now if haikyuu was about the nekoma match first and foremost it was about falling in love with kuroo second. like his character shined soooo much from the flashbacks to his lines in the present it was just amazing (also had everyone in the theatre ooing and awing and dayuming like that was everyone’s husband by the end)

kenma felt like the main character of the movie lowkey and it was cool. don’t get me started on the last point of the match being from his pov that was epic had everyone in my chatty theatre absolutely gagged like the animation was just toooo good.

idk if it was just cause i was in a movie theatre but sound design ATE DOWN like genuinely the music and vaing was good but the SOUND EFFECTS incredible. the sound of the balls of sneakers of breathing the use of SILENCE all of it so good

the animation was so good like the MOTION that was conveyed was crazy and the pov work like a said had me screaming it was just so good

it was genuinely so beautiful like don’t get me started on the flashback scenes chosen or the end like i almost teared up. the messages the way the characters interact the music all of it was so beautiful i was vibrating in my seat the whole time.

want to go back and see it for all of the remaining screenings it was so good they need to drop the dvd ASAP

[kyopmi]

— 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞

“in the rare case that i do cross your mind,

i hope you know you always cross mine.”

musician!sakusa kiyoomi x reader | 315 words | angst

[ ♪ ] Facebook Friends — NIKI

part i | part ii | part iii

sakusa kiyoomi realizes, a little too late, that immortalizing his feelings in a song means that he's likely never going to get over said feeling.

he was never the best at expressing himself verbally, so he wears his heart over notes on a music sheet instead of on his sleeve.

it has always been his catharsis.

whenever he feels like the world is spinning out of control or the tightness in his chest gets too unbearable, all he can do is grab a pencil and a paper and scribble out lyrics that mean little to no sense, forcing his mind to laser-focus on the words right in front of him instead of whatever is in his head. eventually, he'll continue writing and rewriting his pieces until they're to his satisfaction, though he can never forget the way he felt when he initially started writing his songs.

only now, as he stands before a stadium packed with adoring fans, guitar in hand and microphone in his face, it begins to dawn on him that it's a curse.

that as he's strumming the tune of his melodies and singing the story of his heartbreak, all he can think about is the one person he thought he had gotten over, and how they made him feel, and how their relationship reached heights he never thought was possible – only for everything to come crashing down with a sickening momentum all at once.

all his memories simultaneously race in his mind like a fast-forwarded tape and there's a new dread quickly rising in his chest as his fingers grip the guitar a little tighter — he's never going to forget you so long as he's singing the songs he wrote about you.

sakusa kiyoomi thinks he has some more songwriting to do.