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↘ GUESS WHAT ? I AM NOT A ROBOT.
Strike me down? I’ll get up again. I am not invincible, but I won’t give up either.
OPEN YOUR MOUTH & SAY IT; VILLAGER B CAN FIGHT, TOO !! written by kelsey
ok goals for tomorrow---- or later today since it’s already after 5am ya y!
i. finish the starters owed to latentcrim & shiikx ii. get to any & all remaining messages iii. tackle as many replies as possible (before things get TOO out of hand)
pulls out a long list of questions???? does he even like girls, what if he's afraid of them, would he like to have his own fangirl group, does he even like classical music or art???? Does he think teal hair is attractive?? DOes he mind her playing the violin, would he even talk to her??? Is she going to try and take his pure heart for her mission???
‘ hey, long time no see. guess that team of yours has been keeping you pretty busy. ‘
perhaps meant to be an inquiry, the words that form within his throat transform into a statement upon his tongue, alluding to what, he believed, m u s t have been the obvious.
shiratorizawa was, truly, a force to be reckoned with, even on their worst days (though their worst days, he imagined, still likely wouldn’t have classified as being especially bad, per say). they were dangerous---- -- and they had one oikawa tooru, to boot ;; & there was no one who took volleyball, who took this deeply rooted passion of his, quite so seriously as he.
my favorite college experience is when i had a 7am class and the kid next to me literally poured a monster energy drink into his coffee said “i’m going to die” and drank the whole thing
#pick an otp imagine them meeting like this
PSA: i am very slow with replies & i tend to be selective with the ones i do. i may or may not have the muse for it. please don’t think i am ignoring you or dropped the thread because i probably have it saved in my drafts. thanks for understanding. (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
today is double iwa chan day, 4/4, but why are we limiting ourselves iwachan(x)=1 very happy oikawa
‘ that’s... an interesting hairdo you've got going on there. ‘
or so he says, though, in truth, he isn’t quite so fascinated as he is bemused. what would possibly possess anyone to want to look like any sort of woodland creature was entirely beyond him. the guy looked like an idiot---- plain & simple.
&& TO THINK I CALLED IT MY OWN. written by kelsey
‘ sorry about him, he gets a little ----carried away. ‘
an apologetic note can be heard laced within his tone as the words spill forth from passed his lips, though no such sentiment is to be found r e f l e c t e d upon his features ;; no--- they retain their composure, a placidity albeit the chaos that unfolds before his ever so disinterested eyes. he wasn’t in the mood for his captain’s antics today, truly.
“When something bad happens you have three choices. You can let it define you, let it destroy you, or you can let it strengthen you.”
(via whitemarch)
‘ idiot, watch where you’re going! ‘
okay, so he may have been equally to blame for that little fiasco, but in his defense that ball really hadn’t been meant for hinata; not in the least. unfortunately, he’d managed to get in the way. he was good at that.
the next one, however, definitely wouldn’t be missing its mark. of that he'd make certain.
“You happened to it, Haji-nii.” Hilarious, Kouji. “One of the third-year strikers got me in the face during practice. That’s all.”
‘ too bad that ball to the face didn’t shake loose a sense of humor. ‘ what a brat! ‘ but whatever, as long as nothing’s broken... nothing is broken, right? ‘
on his heels he turns, a bottle of water in hand (he’d found himself parched and, as the match that he had been watching had come to a brief pause, a timeout suddenly being called, he had decided to take use this new found opportunity to his advantage, sauntering off and grabbing a little something for himself to quench his thirst), only to be brought to a halt once more; and so abruptly at that.
almost did he find himself colliding flush against the frame of another ;; karasuno’s ... manager? if he was remembering correctly, that was. she certainly did look familiar, in any case. after all, her face wasn’t one quite so easily forgotten.
she was incredibly pretty!
‘ whoa--- sorry about that. you okay? ‘
‘ hey, you haven’t seen that captain of ours around here have you? ‘
by now he finds that such queries spill forth out of nothing more than sheer habit as, even if, perhaps, he didn’t know just where the other male was with the utmost certainty, he did always have an inkling of sorts at the very least.
he wagers to guess that those fangirls of his are likely the hold up, though he’s quickly adamant in telling himself that he doesn’t much care. whatever the reason, practice is over and he’s not sticking around for any longer than he absolutely has to.