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[hitorimaron]

[itulio]

[evidmid]

@stronklittlecreature

That one mutual who likes all your personal posts

[lovely-ladies2]

[deluske]

This is so goddamned impressive. Makes me think nerdy thoughts. Well, nerdier thoughts.

Sword, Korea, 17th-19th century

from The National Museum of Korea

[silliestboykisser]

Depending on how cool your grandma was you can do both

public service announcement

[livelaugholderguys]

The world is nasty, Mother Nature can be beautiful, gorgeous and many other words to explain it. The problem is just us, yes us, the people, we are destroying the world by leaving trash and more, not only that but also guns, schools are always one of the biggest targets in America since one crazy freak decides to ruin young teens or even little kids who are only 5-10 years olds future. I hate when people think they own the world, you might feel like it but you aren’t. Just because you live here doesn’t mean you own it and can do whatever you want. Now’s days people can’t do shit without being judge. Girls and guys being rude to each just bcz of one video captioned “girls are the only one that gets worse”, both genders can get the worst, each of us might be different but we will still feel the same pain, we need to protect each other. Billionaire are one big problem too, they be killing animals for their parts of body or more for lots of money, and who is buying that? Billionaires. Think abt it, if billionaires never bought that, would animals like for an example elephants wouldn’t be close to being extinct. Once you know later on in the future we won’t have much. We are better than this, all of us and what I mean all of us, need to change asap. Killing each other isn’t going to help, grow up.

[itulio]

[itulio]

[hokage]

customizable i 🩷 my girlfriend keychains

[itulio]

[fiveninesquared]

swampert goes to the swamps (autobiographical)

[evidmid]

@stronklittlecreature

[transfelicityac]

❥ TransEssokinetic · (Trans · Esso · Kinetic)

ʚ A TransAbility ID where someone identifies as having the ability to control reality!

(req by no-one ;; self indulgent ID) [if this term has already been coined, please consider this an alt flag!)

anyone can use this term as long as it is not misused! be civil, i block and report when necessary.

[mari-writes]

Second year Bokuto who is struggling in math class and so enlists Akaashi, the new first year setter, to help him study.

Akaashi agrees (quickly), and they make a habit of it. Two months in, Bokuto realizes how much he loves hanging out with his teammate outside of the court. So he starts requesting help with other classes, like English and history, despite not needing as much help in those subjects.

He wonders if Akaashi knows. Wonders if the boy is catching on that aside from Algebra, he’s doing perfectly fine. Bokuto has never exactly excelled in academics, but he’s not failing either. He thinks he’s pretty average when it comes to grades. 

But how else can he justify them hanging out together outside of practice? He really doesn’t know. So he keeps asking, not quite “playing dumb” but posing certain questions and insisting Akaashi is the only one who can help.

“You’re the smartest person I know,” he’d declare, “and I trust you more than anyone!” For some reason, that would always work. Akaashi would turn away, the tips of his ears a bit pink, and agree right away.

But eventually, inevitably, Akaashi catches on. He finally speaks up after Bokuto asks him to help study for an upcoming science test.

“Bokuto-san, I recall you doing well in your Physical Science course last year.” He raises one perfect eyebrow, with a scrutinizing look that sends a thrill up Bokuto’s spine. “Do you expect me to believe you need help with Biology, of all things?”

“I mean, um,” Bokuto swallows harshly. “I just thought that maybe—”

Akaashi sighs. He turns in his seat, leaning one elbow against Bokuto’s desk. They’ve been working on other subjects for a couple of hours now. Papers are scattered about, and two empty owl-shaped tea mugs are set to the side.

Bokuto really hopes he hasn’t made things weird between them. “I’m sorry, ‘kaashi!” He reaches up to grip at his hair, squeezing his eyes shut. “Ugh, I’m so annoying! Don’t look at me!”

“Bokuto,” Akaashi says, and the lack of a honorific surprises Bokuto out of his spiraling thoughts. He glances up to see the other boy staring at him intently.

“Yes?” Bokuto holds his breath.

“You don’t actually need my help with any of this,” Akaashi declares. “So why did you ask?”

Bokuto stares. Does Akaashi really not know? Wow, his new setter is a touch more oblivious than he initially thought! “Well, um,” he stutters, “Obviously I just… wanted us to hang out.”

Apparently, Akaashi hadn’t been expecting that at all. His mouth drops open. He blinks. It takes him a few awkward moments to respond. “You… want to hang out… with me?”

“Yeah!”

“Oh.”

Bokuto waits patiently as the boy seems to work something out in his mind. No doubt he is overthinking, running through all possible meanings of Bokuto’s simple words. He looks bewildered. It’s… sort of cute. Bokuto chuckles. 

“Is that so crazy? That I like hanging out with you?”

Akaashi shrugs. He turns back the the desk, reaching out to fiddle with a pencil. Bokuto watches in delight as a blush creeps up the boy’s slender neck. “I suppose not,” Akaashi’s voice is quiet. “I’m just… not use to it.”

They fall into silence. Bokuto shifts in his chair, watching Akaashi closely, allowing him to lead them out of this charged moment. The only sounds come from the fan spinning overhead and his own heavy breathing.

Suddenly, Akaashi scoots his chair back and stands, causing Bokuto to flinch. “Okay,” he nods, carefully moving around to grab his jacket from the foot of Bokuto’s bed. “Let’s go, then.”

“Huh?” Confused, Bokuto slowly unfolds from his seat. “Go? Where?”

“You wanted to hang out.” Another shrug. He tosses over Bokuto’s jean jacket; Bokuto catches it easily with one hand. “So we might as well do that somewhere fun. Like the arcade. Or, um, we could go get food?”

Akaashi has made it to the door now, looking back over his shoulder, face is as impassive as ever. But there’s a new sort of spark in his eyes, one that Bokuto isn’t sure what to make of.

(He might be sort of excited to figure it out.)

“You coming?”

Bokuto pulls on his jacket, feeling light as a feather as he follows his new friend out of the room. He smiles.

This might be the start of something great.

 🤗❤️ 

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I imagine that after middle school, 2nd year Bo is still worried about overwhelming others, not wanting to scare them away. Love the idea that Akaashi immediately agreeing to practice, study and hang out as friends means a lot to him.

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[tinyalechardy]

Gave him a snack of

Blueberries, nacho crisps and cat treats (recommended by a mate of mine) I don't think he appreciates it.