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doggchan‌.

a wild oikawa has appeared . kyoutani tries to run away .

@crowncapt | has done nothing to warrant this reaction but this is where we’re at .

    beep beep,  captain coming through!  turns out the stakes are high when oikawa is fishing for a snack!  is his aura that chaotic?  how sublime.  “ settle down,  puppy.  i’m just looking to get my hands on something salty.  why are you running?  why are you running? ”  

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going to anime north this weekend!!  i’ll be sparse but around on discord a little if you need me! ★

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isolov‌.

❝ Right, right, forgot. Bo’s got dumb luck like that, it’s totally unfair. ❞ Oikawa doesn’t mention the fact that a certain Waluigi made the game ten times more stress inducing than it had to be, but he won’t bring it up. ❝ Since donkey king isn’t here anymore, I guess a rematch won’t hurt. Just don’t cry this time when you loose to me. ❞

❝ well,  i’m not going easy on you!  rematch,  rematch! ❞  tragically,  upon the startup music and mario’s infuriatingly italian YAHOO!,  oikawa remembers.  he remembers everything.  

❝ wait.  wait!  you were way worse than bo-chan! ❞  the slaps have started,  and so early in the game!  oikawa rolls his hands into fists and pummels kuroo relentlessly in the shoulder,  the chest,  the ribs.  ❝  auuuuugh!  it’s no wonder you always pick waluigi,  ‘cause you are,  like,  so long and ugly! ❞

[futoncouchs]

AND YOU WILL RISE LIKE A KING IN A CASTLE.

IND. FUTAKUCHI KENJI. AUS/OCS ALLOWED.

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isolov‌.

❝ Because the last time we did that, you cried when you lost. ❞ And Bokuto threw his controller through the wall when he won, but they don’t talk about that.

❝  i —   i told you,  i didn’t cry!  my contacts were just drying out!  also,  bo-chan super isn’t allowed to play with us anymore.  i literally cannot look at donkey kong the same way ever again.  like,  on the last turn,  he got that RANDOM CHANCE box that gave him two stars.  TWO!  i think he rigged it!  stupid donkey kong!!  ❞  

oikawa waves the neon pink joy-con in kuroo’s face.  ❝ rematch? ❞

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      ❝ waaaaaah!  why won’t anyone play mario party with me? ❞  short answer:  there’s still a hole in the wall from the last time.  long answer:  why won’t anyone fill the hole in the wall from last time?

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my four day weekend went by so fast and i didn’t accomplish ANYTHING on my blogs!  but i’m probably gonna be around tonight replying to stuff.  sorry for the wait !  hope everyone had a great sunday and you didn’t miss me so much that you cried all day every day! ✰

[sgwrk]

some uh *reads smudged ink on my hand* iwatches

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crownvice‌.

  So maybe he’s done this a thousand times– or, however many weeks have passed since the first day of primary school. This Wednesday, however, this week in their last semester of third year of high school, is no different from any other. It’s immediately before practice; the point, at which, Iwaizumi is the most on-edge, volatile, and apprehensive; the most cognizant of Oikawa’s existence.

He pens it lovingly; straightening out a page torn from his notebook carefully before leaning against a wall to write out the note. The same note he writes every week—that’s been a constant since elementary school. He folds it and slides it carefully into Oikawa’s shoe-locker. It reads the same thing it always has.          

                                  ‘  Get Outta My School. ‘

OIKAWA KEEPS EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE NOTES.  had he been born with just a pinch more creativity,  he might’ve even taken up scrap-booking to better document the progression in iwaizumi’s handwriting.  well, no matter.  it pretty much looks the same since elementary school.

❝  hey, hey, hey!  love notes,  already?  couldn’t wait until after practice,  iwa-chan?  is your heart just bursting?  ❞  he fakes feeling faint,  going so far as to rest the back of his palm on his forehead  —  both imitating and mocking a modern tragedy.  

when he opens his shoe-locker,  he acts entirely too surprised at what floats out.  ❝  what’s it say, what’s it say!  let’s see...  ❞  oikawa pulls the slip of paper comically close to his face to ‘read’ it!  ❝  do your best at practice today,  captain.  i believe in you.  oh,  and,  here you signed...  dinner on me?!  aaaaah,  wow!  you’re really going all out today!  ❞

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ryuutanas‌.

this is absolutely, positively, one hundred percent unacceptable, & tanaka cannot go on now knowing the truth of the situation. at times, he respects a man who sees the beauty in kiyoko - san ( because he’s a man with good taste ), but only the deserving are truly worthy ! & tanaka can tell with every ounce of his manly essence that this guy is not worthy enough.

‘ oi, you big puff - haired peacock !! what did you want with our precious manager ?! ’

them karasuno types are all the same.  CRAPPASUNOS.  that’s pretty funny!  he’s totally gonna use it,  one day,  and it’s super gonna land.   ❝ oi,  crappasuno. ❞    one day turns to today,  but  —  nah.  sounded better in his head than on paper,  no doubt. 

❝  i was literally just walking by,  weirdo!  what’cha doing?  stalking?  spying??  maybe you’re the puff-haired —  ❞   oh,  haha.  that’s funnier!  oikawa has completely and utterly recovered from crappasuno.   ❝  relax about it,  anyway.  is jogging illegal,  now?  ❞ 

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right now, i stand on the battlefield with them.  KIYOMIZUS. independent shimizu kiyoko from haikyuu !!  interpreted by eva.

[aunnoo]

            and we will always be.

[hqscans]

Official Twitter: 1, 2 - May 2, 2017

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tragically another work-week has started BUT feel free to add me on discord @ bohemian craftsody#6499 for plots and stuff! ✨

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every day i suffer

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charioter‌.

❛    HEY ,   ASSHOLE .    ❜    as eloquent a way as any to greet the volleyball captain in what is supposed to be a communal space .    ryuji’s even got his mean mug on for the occasion ,   jamming a thumb over his shoulder towards the back of the gym .    ❛    tell your friggin’ brutes t’stop recordin’ their shitty rock opera in the middle of the locker room !    there ain’t enough room for all of us back there !    ❜     

OH, THIS GUY.  the ugly one!  he’s bizarrely early for their usual bicker.  they usually break it da fuck down around 4:30,  but now?  a quarter past?  how ridiculously unheard of.  oikawa hasn’t even changed into his time for tōru’s opinion t-shirt.  

still,  ugly brings up a solid point.  

❝you think i haven’t tried?  you think i have any sway over them whatsoever?  they’re more powerful than you or me or god or anyone once they get into a groove,  okaaaay?  the room is as good as theirs!❞