ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ ᶜᶦᵗʸ ᵇᵒʸ

[ohmilk]

da da di di doo

[memestockpile]

different ways to say ‘i love you’. 

‘i’ll make you something, yeah? your favorite dish, just for you.’

‘let’s get you back to bed.’

‘shh, it was just a nightmare.’

‘you like this, don’t you? i remember you saying that.’

‘i drew up a bath for you.’

‘you need rest.’

‘you ought to be asleep.’

‘i bought two.’

‘here. you can have the rest.’

‘i thought of you when i saw this.’

‘i like your smile.’

‘you have a cute laugh.’

‘stay there. i’m coming there to get you.’

‘it’s okay, i’m here, we’re okay.’

‘be careful.’

‘look both ways.’

‘you mean so much to me.’

‘i can’t lose you.’

‘i thought i might have lost you.’

‘how to you feel about the nickname, (insert nickname)?’

‘it looks good on you.’

‘i’ll make you soup.’

‘ah-ah-ah. you’re sick. you need to stay in bed.’

‘are you okay in there?’

‘that’s it, that’s it. get it all out. shh.’

‘it’s a remedy i knew. helps with your throat.’

‘it’s a lullaby. would you like me to sing it to you? would that help you fall asleep?’

‘i’m worried about you.’

‘what do you want to watch?’

‘where would you like to go for dinner?’

‘close your eyes and hold out your hands.’

‘we’ll figure it out.’

‘oh, it’s not big deal. you’re fine.’

‘i brought you some medicine for your cold.’

‘you’re important to me.’

‘this is your favorite song, right?’

‘you’re like a son/daughter to me.’

‘good luck!’

‘you’re like a mom/dad to me.’

‘don’t say that about yourself.’

‘want to come with?’

“wow! you look really nice.’

‘goodnight, (insert term of affection).’

‘it’s okay. i couldn’t sleep anyway.’

‘you can have half.’

‘come here. let me fix it.’

‘your tie is crooked.’

‘c’mere. shh, it’s okay.’

‘i’m not going to hurt you.’

‘can i touch you?’

‘can i kiss you?’

‘can i hug you?’

‘promise.’

‘would i ever lie to you?’

‘i think you’re very beautiful/handsome.’

‘hey, good-looking.’

‘of course i care. you’re my family.’

‘one more chapter.’

‘i love you.’

[gumihoni]

“Bokuto-san, why?” - Akaashi Keiji

[marie-dufresne]

Things I’ve Said to my Puppy: A Starter Collection

“Man you’re awkward. I mean, ridiculously beautiful but damn, grow into yourself.”

“What the ever-loving heckin’ heck are you eating now?”

“Excuse me sir, you can’t read.”

“You really have that ‘I don’t know how I fit into the world’ vibe about you.”

“That’s not polite.”

“You don’t even rise until you’re addressed. I’m digging your obedience.”

“Sit like a gentleman.”

“That’s not yours, friend.”

“That’s right. Listen to me and pretend to have an idea of what I’m talking about. I get that a lot.”

“I didn’t pay all this money for you not to be a cuddler.”

“Wanna go for a ride?”

“Show me your cop face.”

“I’m not a fan of you licking my teeth. Please don’t.”

“Okay; we’re done here.”

“Oh no, the postman! How ever will we survive now?!”

“You’re gonna be rude? Okay, you’ve lost the pleasure of my presence.”

“The piano isn’t evil, it’s just unpleasant to hear when I’m touching it.”

“Hey neighborhood watch, what’s going on with the town today?”

“We really don’t need to—oh we’re peeing in the garden now, that’s a thing.”

“I draw the line at shredding things.”

“What the heck is going on with your teeth?”

“No, you’re not helping.”

“We’ve all pooped. It’s your turn.”

“I’m not saying I don’t believe you, I’m just saying I don’t see anything.”

“I know you’re a blanket snatcher but you can’t snatch this blanket.”

“Oh, you want to help?”

“Leave him alone, he’s just trying to take a walk.”

“Right, right, defend your castle.”

“I wish I looked that beautiful having no idea what’s going on.”

“How do you get one?”

“This is not what I asked for.”

[marimopet]

im a power couple with myself. i love us. we work hard

[pleicdes]

45 beautiful untranslatable words prompt list

Send one and I will make a drabble or a starter for our characters based on the word.

Forelsket (Norwegian): The indescribable euphoria experienced as you begin to fall in love.

Tsundoku (Japanese): Leaving a book unread after buying it.

Pålegg (Norwegian): Anything and everything you can put on a slice of bread.

Wabi-Sabi (Japanese): Finding beauty in imperfections.

Trepverter (Yiddish): A witty comeback you think of only when it’s too late to use.

Komorebi (Japanese): The sunlight that filters through the leaves of the trees

Fika (Swedish): Gathering together to talk and take a break from everyday routines; either at a cafe or at home, often for hours on end.

Saudade (Portuguese): The feeling of longing for something or someone that you love and which is lost.

Kilig (Tagalog): The feeling of butterflies in your stomach, usually when something romantic takes place.

Commuovere (Italian): Often taken to mean “heartwarming,” but directly refers to a story that moved you to tears.

Luftmensch (Yiddish): Refers to someone who is a bit of a dreamer; literally, an “air person.”

Tretår (Swedish): A second refill or “threefill” of coffee.

Extrawunsch (German): Used to call someone who is slowing things down by being fussy.

Hiraeth (Welsh): A particular type of longing for the homeland or the romanticized past.

Mokita (Kivila): The truth everyone knows but agrees not to talk about.

Dapjeongneo (Korean): When somebody has already decided the answer they want to hear after asking a question, and are waiting for you to say that exact answer.

Waldeinsamkeit (German): The feeling of solitude, being alone in the woods, and a connectedness to nature.

Dépaysement (French): The feeling that comes from not being in one’s home country; being a foreigner.

Iktsuarpok (Inuit): The feeling of anticipation that leads you to keep looking outside to see if anyone is coming.

Jayus (Indonesian): An unfunny joke told so poorly that one cannot help but laugh.

Mamihlapinatapei (Yagan): The wordless, meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to do so.

Verschlimmbessern (German): To make something worse when trying to improve it.

Schadenfreude (German): The feeling of joy or pleasure when one sees another fail or suffer misfortune.

Fernweh (German): Feeling homesick for a place you have never been to.

Tingo (Pascuense): To gradually steal all the possessions out of a neighbor’s house by borrowing and not returning.

Pochemuchka (Russian): A person who asks too many questions.

Gökotta (Swedish): To wake up early in the morning with the purpose of going outside to hear the first birds sing.

Bakku-shan (Japanese): A beautiful girl— as long as she’s being looked at from behind.

Shlimazl (Yiddish): A chronically unlucky person.

Hanyauku (Rukwangali): The act of walking on tiptoes across warm sand.

Prozvonit (Czech): To call someone’s cell phone only to have it ring once so that the other person has to call back, allowing the caller to not spend money on minutes.

Iktsuarpok (Inuit): The frustration of waiting for someone to turn up.

Utepils (Norwegian): To sit outside on a sunny day and enjoy a beer.

Culaccino (Italian): The mark left on a table by a moist glass.

Age-otori (Japanese): To look worse after a haircut.

Toska (Russian): A sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without a specific cause; a longing with nothing to long for.

Tartle (Scottish): The act of hesitating while introducing someone because you’ve forgotten their name.

Cafuné (Brazilian Portueguese): The act of tenderly running one’s fingers through someone’s hair.

Torschlusspanik (German): The fear of diminishing opportunities as one ages.

Hyggelig (Danish): A warm, friendly, cozy demeanor.

L’appel du vide (French): Literally translated to “the call of the void”; contextually used to describe the instinctive urge to jump from high places.

Ya’aburnee (Arabic): A declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before another person because of how unbearable it would be to live without them.

Duende (Spanish): The mysterious power that a work of art has to deeply move a person.

Sobremesa (Spanish): After-lunch conversation around the table.

Abbiocco (Italian): drowsiness from eating a big meal.

credits

[citycwl]

‘ i’m so glad we were born during the same lifetime! ‘

amanda lovelace’s, the princess saves herself in this one  /  accepting  /  @owlit

the hand clapped on his shoulder jostles him familiarly and stays, a familiar weight. what starts as a greeting and akaashi suspects will end in either excited nonsense or tired complaint given the timing, is a stark neither.  

instead of an immediate, temperate response, akaashi stills for a beat.

this morning he would have been confident in saying that anything bokuto spikes his way would be easily accommodated and countered. it comes as a REFRESHING realization that after two years, bokuto can still take him by surprise. that there are still more things to learn.

bokuto is not shy with affections or admiration with his friends, he already knew — but for an indeterminate reason this particular truth feels potent. it flushes his cheeks, not unlike the hand on his shoulder warms him. before he can catch himself — or really, just allowing himself the freedom — a smile lifts the expression of shock into a subtle fondness.

of all the existential things akaashi does turn over in his mind in the course of a day, it hadn’t really occurred to him that if the butterfly’s wings had flapped differently somewhere along the line that this might not be the case. a world without bokuto koutarou is not one he ever wishes to partake in. a bright, yellow sticky-note is added to the front of his mental filing cabinet: be more appreciative. 

“ it is a mutual gladness, bokuto-san. ”

[citycwl]

i really need to update my themes and rp icons but hhh

[rikkikoo-blog]

pining Akaashi is my shit

[mezbee]

[citycwl]

ꆤѷꆤ

              this day has stretched the length of a week, and that week has been a busy one for him, at that. one might forgive if his patience runs shorter than usual and even so, he doesn’t ignore his captain. 

bokuto never goes fully unacknowledged, even if perhaps there are times when akaashi might wish he could pay less attention. 

under no circumstances does bokuto present himself a bothersome thing to tend to — but considering wide-eyed staring doesn’t seem a particularly pressing matter — akaashi feels no shame and pretending not to notice.

[iamnotmygrandfather]

Do you know why I love lots of threads with the same person? Because if on a particular day I have no idea how to answer a thread, having multiple threads allow me to keep playing with a wonderful person no matter how my brain is an idiot. So yes, no matter how much threads we have together, just keep on sending stuff if you want. You’re never bothering me.

[phantomemes]

credit .

‘ did it really happen if i can’t remember it ? ’ ‘ but you kept trying , didn’t you ? ’ ‘ how can someone be too young to be in love ? ’ ‘ i will never forgive you ’ ‘ you have been the star of each and every one of my nightmares ’ ‘ i’m sorry if i wasn’t the child you had in mind ’ ‘ i only ever wanted to make you proud ’ ‘ silence has always been my loudest scream ’ ‘ i used to think i was broken ’ ‘ i’ve always felt like a stranger in my skin ’ ‘ i still wonder who i would have been ’ ‘ i didn’t realize i could be my own knight ’ ‘ i’m not scared of the monsters hidden underneath my bed ’ ‘ some names will always be cursed ’ ‘ i have so much love to give , but no one ever wants it ’ ‘ in all my dreams i could find myself picking my teeth out of the carpet ’ ‘ i’m sick to death of everyone telling me how strong i am ’ ‘ death is one of the senses ’ ‘ children are not meant to die before their parents ’ ‘ fate is a fucking lie ’ ‘ everyone i love leaves ’ ‘ i’m terrified down to my very roots that there are parts of myself that can never be filled ’ ‘ fuck the idea that there is such a thing as destiny ’ ‘ the pain did not make me a better person ’ ‘ i burned the bridges to all the things i could not repair ’ ‘ i would thank you , but we both know you don’t deserve it ’ ‘ i bet you regret making an enemy out of me ’ ‘ you can hate me forever if that’s what you really want ’ ‘ hurting others is a choice ’ ‘ you can have my forgiveness but you can’t have me ’ ‘ please believe me when i say revenge was never my intention ’ ‘ i am strong enough for anything ’ ‘ i am so glad we were born during the same lifetime ’ ‘ i may not believe in fate , but i believe in you ’ ‘ i am allowed to live my life ’ ‘ do not waste a minute mourning me ’ ‘ maybe you should start treating people better for a change ’ ‘ it is a fucking tragedy when the world does not stop for you when you give it every last drop of your blood ’ ‘ your failures are just what happened — they don’t have to be who you are ’ ‘ you have to keep moving forward ’ ‘ don’t allow the world to take your kindness ’ ‘ you owe no one your forgiveness ’ ‘ love is never a weakness ’

[citycwl]

missedpoint.

    it isn’t every day that iwaizumi finds a member of the royal family in the bushes, much less anywhere near a plant in this garden, probably for fear they’ll get stung by something or end up covered in dirt. honestly, he can’t say how many times he’s saw one of the suitors walking through the garden with some member of the royal family and they walk around him, the other staff and the bushes and trees like the dirt is just going to jump up from the ground or off one of the staff and onto their very expensive clothes. 

    he would be lying if he said that he didn’t find it amusing, and if he hadn’t experienced a small laughing fit from it on more than one occasion. in his mind there’s nothing wrong with a little bit a humor here and there.

    who is he to disobey what his majesty is telling him? 

    iwaizumi pretends as though he isn’t even there, and goes back to his work while the woman walks up to him; he’s seen her around more than once — she’d sneak him some pastries during dinner hours once in awhile. in his eyes, that women is a saint so he feels bad for having to lie to her. “i think i saw him earlier, he was heading in that direction, mumbling something about having to meet with someone, but i didn’t catch anything else.” he gives her an apologetic look. 

    she thanks him regardless and heads off in the direction he’d pointed her in. part of him wishes that it were oikawa that was missing, because iwaizumi would rat him out in a heart beat. oh, he’s right there. behind those tress, how could he be avoiding his suitors? my heart goes out for them.

       once he’s sure that the queen’s hand maiden is out of earshot, he calls down toward the direction that the prince had gone. “she’s gone for now.” he pauses for a second to wipe some sweat from his forehead. “also i’m sorry for pulling at your hair, denka-sama.” iwaizumi bows, holds it for a few moments before he returns to his work, trimming one of the trees, hoping that there weren’t any more of the royal family hiding in them.

      the entire exchange is over rather quickly but keiji holds his breath for the duration of it, palms pressing against his thighs in subtle nervousness. gratitude relieves the pressure in his chest as the gardener — hajime, evidently — announces the coast is clear. 

      the honorific flattens his mouth into a line, gaze flickering away to the nearest tree as he is bowed to. if his cheeks flush pink as well, there’s nothing he can do about that. “ don’t mind, ” he nods his acceptance of the apology; allows his eyes to flicker over his co-conspirator briefly and analytically. tanned, well worked, symmetrical features, no distinctive similarities to anyone else he knows which makes the familiarity unsatisfying difficult to figure out. any time that the prince has spend in the garden is usually at night, after the staff has finished attending to upkeep and the likes.

       most attribute that, as well as his cool demeanor and dry remarks, to him being above it all but he just prefers to be alone with his thoughts; has no particular taste for the heady royal treatment nor the misunderstandings. it’s exactly why he had taken such a liking to kenma, really; why akaashi keiji insisted that only kenma remain as his personal chamber-assistant, so to speak. keiji liked to do things for himself, usually by himself.

       “ — and just keiji will do, please. no need for all the honorifics. ”  his arms move behind his back, one hand folding into the palm of the other comfortably, shoulders a little less than what his father would consider perfect posture. 

he hums quietly and then bows himself, offering a polite, “ thank you, hajime-san. ” it is in poor taste, perhaps ( especially considering he is not aware whether or not hajime is a given or family name ) — but keiji figures it is rightfully owed and again, doesn’t care much for the stark lines of his noble upbringing when it comes to such things. while the honorifics he’s tackled with never sit well on his shoulders, he never seems to stray from adding a heady dose of his own respect to other’s. kenma is an exception to the rule. “ please do pardon the intrusion, ” he adds, referring to where he is has taken refuge and that this man probably has more claim to the actual space, despite akaashi’s family owning the castle. 

once he straightens he leans against one of the nearest trees, content to hide away from his princely duties here for a while longer. one of his hands makes a reappearance from behind his back to brush the side of his nose, smearing dirt across his cheek; the leaves remain unperturbed in his hair.

[citycwl]

prettyguard‌.

     ———  POP  !!!!!!!  ❛  crap,  no  !!!  ❜  never  mind  how  this  was  initiated,  but  she  had  been  in  it  to  win  it.  that  very  dedication  had  proved  to  be  her  downfall,  for  the  moon  bunny  had  tried  too  hard  to  make  the  bubble  bigger  TOO  QUICKLY.  pink  gum  clings  to  her  lips,  blue  eyes  wide  &  cheeks  puffed  out.  she  can’t  believe  it  ——–  he  won  !!!!!  ❛  dang  -  it   !!!  ❜

         his  own  bubble  bursts  with  the  gentle  prod  of  a  tongue  and  returns  to  its  home  between  his  teeth  without  a  sticky  detour.  patience,  it  turns  out,  really  is  a  virtue  that  leads  to  victory. 

whether  it  be  his  modesty  or  humble  honesty,  bragging  does  not  become  anyone  in  his  opinion.  thus  he  doesn’t  attempt  to  loft  his  victory  over her  but  offers  a  hand  to  shake.  good  sportsmanship  is  important  for  a  vice  captain.   ❛  it  was  a  valiant  effort  and  for  that  you  can  be  proud.  if  it  is  any  consolation,  i  sort  of  detest  this  flavour  of  bubblegum.  ❜

[citycwl]

yumkies‌.

   with a gentle smile she hands over a towel and a bottle of sports drink she’d just got finished preparing. the entire team looks like they need a break, they’ve all been practicing so hard lately in order to make sure they’re prepared for all of the matches. 

   “please, don’t forget to hydrate. the last thing we need is bokuto in dejected mode because out first string setter is out with dehydration.” ( @citycwl )

      quick use is made of the towel; akaashi swiftly wipes the sweat from his face and the back of his neck before draping it over his shoulder to free his hand for the sports drink provided. a small nod of thanks is offered as payment before he takes a moderate swig. 

she is aptly prepared, as always but yukie’s kindness does not go unnoticed. his gaze slides back from where it had taken to surveying the team and rests on her again. there is a second nod for acknowledgement and akaashi makes a mental note to refill his bottle with water once it’s been emptied of sports drink.

[citycwl]

fukenzena‌.

after  mentally  identifying  it  as  her  wallet,  yukako  took  it  from  the  mans  grasp.  to  ensure  that  nothing  was  taken  out  of  it  while  it  wasn’t  in  her  possession,  she  opened  it  and  inspected  it.  ❛  thank  you.  ❜  nothing  was  gone.

once  her  wallet  was  out  of  sight,  yukako’s  eyes  looked  the  man  up  and  down.  she’s  seen  him  before,  right?   ❛  what  is  your  name?  ❜

emptied  of  the  found  item,  his  hands  fold  themselves  politely  out  of  sight  behind  his  back.  callus  things,  they  are.  not  particularly  pleasant  to  the  eye  after  the  abuse  of  practice  has  had  its  way  with  them.  ❛  it’s  no  trouble,  ❜   akaashi  insists,  not  unkindly  and  mindful  enough  to  keep  the  breathlessness  from  his  voice.

his  eyes  do  not  skirt  away  from  her  face  but  do  take  in  identifying  features  to  catalog  for  later  recollection.  she  does  not  seem  familiar  to  him.   ❛  akaashi  keiji.  ❜   he  provides  dutifully  when  asked  and  offers  no  further,  uncertain  whether  it  is necessary  or  not.