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[nadiea]

[pastchasedmovedonceagain]

nadiea‌:

—the king’s men, nora sakavic

[wishfulsuggestions]

concept: I watch the stars and my heart feels at ease.

[memetaped]

nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

[ootsukis]

———– Oikawa Tooru in Haikyuu!! S1 Episode 19

[injuredknee]

speaking of hair i need to cut mine hhh

[injuredknee]

kiyomizus replied to your post.

just like ur fake hair

      SHOCK  &  HORROR.  blasphemy.  this  one  actually  wounds  him.  he  grew  that  hair  himself.  the  added  help  of  products  does  nothing  but  assist  his  natural  beauty.  “  why  is  it  that  you’re  so  catty,  kiyoko.  ”  her  name  is  stamped  out  between  his  teeth  with  the  same  sweetened  bite  that  is  usually  reserved  for  tobio.  somewhere  in  there  is  understanding,  maybe  even  respect,  but  no  longer  interest.  only  rivalry.  

“  you  know,  kiyo-chan  —  volleyball  teams  are  like  family  but  you  —  and  this  is  of  course  just  an  observation  ~  seem  to  hold  yourself  arms  length  from  even  them.  ”  the  sweetness  has  returned,  a  faux  facade  for  the  fury.  “  are  you  so  alone  because  you  are  too  good  for  anyone  else  or  because  you’re  afraid  ?  fear  is  nothing  to  be  ashamed  of  but  maybe  you  are  the  one  who  ought  to  check  their  pretty-oh,  excuse  me,  i  meant  petty-  ego ? ”

[haikyuus]

[injuredknee]

say ribbit

        “  bite  me,  kiyo-chan.  ”

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         far  from  a  delicate  thing,  oikawa  still  manages  to  land  with  the  grace  of  a  cherry  blossom  petal  (  though  not  the  weight  of  one  )  across  matsukawa’s  back  from  behind  the  bench.  arms  make  themselves  an  accessory  around  his  neck,  as  well.  he  withholds  some  of  his  own  weight,  not  in  the  business  of  crushing  his  teammates,  but  allows  enough  of  it  to  be  a  clear  nuisence.

          “  would   you  mind  so  terribly  lending  me  your  scary  mind,  mattsu  ?  a  king  is  nothing  without  an  advisor.  ”  

♡ ’d  /  @mtsukawa​

[injuredknee]

mutuals  only  ♡  for  a  starter

[injuredknee]

no one:

all my muses: i would die for one (1) yukako

[injuredknee]

me whilst thinking of effy: This Post? / @fukenzena

SDFKLAJSFLKSJDG *CLUTCHES CHEST* FRICK remember this bakugou ask too though ??

[innerclaims]

                                                                ‘  was  unafraid  —  i  was  a  boy  ,                                                                                         it  was  a  tender  age

                                                              love  can  hardly  leave  the  room                                                                              —  with  your  heart  .  ’

            an  independent.  private.  selective.  canon  divergent.  multi-muse  blog.

[injuredknee]

me, actually finishing my drafts: incredible

[injuredknee]

“ our horoscopes say we make great friends! “

gretchen gomez’s welcome to ghost town  /  accepting  /  @owlit

SKEPTICAL MINDS die hard and while the stars are not known to lie,  doe eyes squint to scrutinize the owl’s claim.  wise or troublesome,  he wonders,  would it be a setter’s foolishness or advisable to trust him based on his spike alone ?  

“  far be it from me to argue with the stars… ”  he starts,  every bit intending to reach the  ‘ but ’  that usually follows  —  but instincts detect a level of veritable candor behind the golden globes that blink back at him and oikawa nearly sways backward away from it,  unpredictably moved.  huh. 

“  …so i won’t. ”

after all,  the stars have never let him down before.

[pepegle]

[injuredknee]

“ did your dream come true ? ” from hajime !

gretchen gomez’s welcome to ghost town  /  accepting  /  @vijekni

immediately the injured animal that his pride is trying not to be backs into the far corner of his chest,  aching,  and cries to bite back  did yours, hajime?  he bites back is his tongue and tainted pride instead.

in an attempt to be level headed,  he turns the question over like a diamond in the light and finds the answer multifaceted.  some emotion,  not quite grief but perhaps a brother to it and just as multifaceted,  forms a harsh lump in his chest.  oikawa tries,  really,  to press this feeling into a diamond as well but it stays coal,  burning.  

a braver version of himself,  one less wounded in this moment,  might have scoffed to cover up the break in his face.  if the question was anyone else’s,  he still might have  —  but this is hajime asking.  whether he admits it or not,  it holds a different weight.  oikawa lets the facade decay and answers with honesty in its stead,  “ no — no it didn’t. ”  

a lapse in defenses gives way to the most intrusive of thoughts: i’m not sure it ever will. this is not something he provides as easily,  not while he still wears the jersey of a captain  ;  not while his pride,  how ever injured,  still exists, “ not yet,  iwa-chan. ”

but it will,  he promises.  and yours right beside it.