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“You know,” Kuroo starts while passing Oikawa his mug and taking a plate from their cabinet, “Ushiwaka was asking me what’s a good gift to give you. I think he’s pretty serious about the wooing thing.”

Oikawa almost spills the coffee all over the counter instead of inside his cosmos-printed mug. “Kuro-chan you really should stop joking with me. It’s too early for you and your brand of humour.”

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Inarizaki & Foxes

The HQ panel at Jump Festa 2018 gave us official meanings behind the Inarizaki names, aka the foxes each member’s names were based on (except for the Miyas and Coach Oomi, who aren’t based on foxes).

So here’s a bunch of comparisons between their English names and Japanese names, along with some fox comparisons.

Coach Kurosu: Cross Fox

クロスキツネ (ku-ro-su-ki-tsu-ne)

Ojiro: Rüppell’s Fox

オジロスナギツネ (o-ji-ro-su-na-gi-tsu-ne)

Kita: Sakhalin Fox / Ezo Red Fox

キタキツネ (ki-ta-ki-tsu-ne)

Oomimi: Bat-eared Fox

オオミミギツネ (o-o-mi-mi-gi-tsu-ne)

Akagi: Red Fox

アカギツネ (a-ka-gi-tsu-ne)

Ginjima: Silver Fox

ギンギツネ (gi-n-gi-tsu-ne)

Suna: Tibetan Sand Fox

チベットスナギツネ (chi-be-tto-su-na-gi-tsu-ne)

Kosaku: Corsac Fox

コサックギツネ (ko-sa-kku-gi-tsu-ne)

Riseki: Marble Fox

マーブルフォックス (ma-a-bu-ru-fo-kku-su)

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Pernah gak sih merasa tertekan dengan keluarga sendiri sampe punya pikiran

"gak gue gak mau merit. Gue gak mau punya keluarga sendiri. Nanti anak gue tertekan sama kayak gue"

"Gue gak mau jadi orang tua. Ntar jadinya gue bakal sama dengan ortu gue. Yang ada anak gue jadi kayak gue tertekan. Gue aja udah diimbangi batas gila, anak gue gila kali nantinya"

I did. I do..

Sampe punya pikiran

Ah gue gak mau merit

Ah kalo pun gue merit gue gak mau punya anak

Ah kalo pun gue punya anak, anak cowok aja jangan cewek

Ah kalo harus punya anak satu aja. Jangan lebih

Ah kalo gue punya anak pasti gue baby blue dulu

Gak bisa cerita kesiapa pun. Ceritanya d sini hahahaha

Ah.. I'm tired..

Malas hidup tapi gak pengen mati hahahaha pathetic 🤣😂😆

I HATE when someone, anyone disturb my zen mode.

Gw lagi nyantai.. staying away from reality, try to get peace and then boom someone decides to disturb

I'll get super irritated and angry. And after that I regret it. The guilty feeling after losing my temper is killing me

Make me feel anxious

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Haikyuubu Masterlist

I reread them pretty often, so I decided to make this

All of them are posted by @kuromantic, so thanks!

Please note that this post will only be updated, not reblogged, so you will need to click on the original post if you do reblog.

I will also reblog to announce a new update.

|| Important Announcement: I will be radio silent from 10/5/2020 to 01/2021. I will not be able to update/reblog any new chapters for the duration, so go follow @kuromantic and do not push the translator or me to update this. See you all then! ||

This week:

Hirugami’s Pokémon

Last Chapter:

Akaashi and Udai

Next chapter: It’s Dateko!

Chapter 1: Akaashi Predicts (Almost) Everything

Chapter 1.5: Akaashi Hosts a Bokuto Pop Quiz

Chapter 2: Kenma the Champion

Chapter 3: Ushijima, Spirit Destroyer

Chapter 4: Kita (Almost) Never Laughs

Chapter 5: The Association Drinks A Lot

Chapter 6: Mika is Sick of Volleyball

Chapter 7: Hana Puts Up With Way Too Much

Chapter 8: Nakashima Has Too Many Fans

Chapter 9: Aone Keeps Too Many Secrets

Chapter 10: Oikawa Gets a Translator

Chapter 11: Tora Tries to Get a Manager

Chapter 12: Tendou Makes Manga

Chapter 13: The Managers Make Food

Chapter 14: The Miyas’ Bodyswap

Chapter 15: Aone and Yachi

Chapter 16: Seijoh Washed Ashore

Chapter 17: The Coaches

Chapter 18: Bokuto and the Principal’s Office

Chapter 19: Let’s All Become Hyakuzawa

Chapter 20: The Cats and Snow

Chapter 21: (No One Wants) Oikawa as a Youtuber

Chapter 22: Terushima Tries to Get a Job

Chapter 23: The Karasuno Neighborhood Meeting

Chapter 24: Isekai Shiratori

Chapter 25: Kanoka’s Delinquent Love

Chapter 26: Bokuto and Kiryuu’s Interview

Chapter 27: Tanaka and Nishinoya’s Exams

Chapter 28: Ukai and Saeko’s Meeting from Hell

Chapter 29: Seijoh Plays Cards

Chapter 30: Yachi’s Presents

Chapter 31: Kuroo VS Daishou

Chapter 32: Inarizaki’s Fortune Strips

Chapter 33: Taketora’s Youtube Debut

Chapter 34: Futakuchi and some kids

Chapter 35: Yachi’s Valentine

Chapter 35.5: Haikyuu Folktales- Oikawa-Taro

Chapter 36: Tendou the.. Kappa?

Chapter 37: Suzumeda’s Diet

Chapter 38: Sakusa’s Problem

Chapter 39: Ougiminami Recruiting

Chapter 40: Nekoma Plays Online Games!

Chapter 41: Oikawa Tries and Gets Tamed

Chapter 42: Karasuno Lottery

Chapter 43: Sakura with Yachi’s mom

Chapter 44: Android Aone

Chapter 45: Go Go Michimiya!

Chapter 46: Fukurodani Eating Contest

Chapter 47: Shiratorizawa Flower Fairy

Chapter 48: Shimada Mart Advertising

Chapter 49: Seijoh Goes Fishing

Chapter 50: Inarizaki’s Comedy Routines

Chapter 51: A Couple’s First Beach Date

Chapter 52: Kuro(o) the Kitten

Chapter 52.5: Haikyuubu Extra Sketches

Chapter 53: Ushijima’s (Virtual) Reality

Chapter 53.5: Extra Sketches 2

Chapter 54: Akaashi and Udai

Chapter 54.5: Extra Sketches 3

Chapter 55: Hirugami’s Pokémon

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High Speed drama CD, track 13

Audio HERE

The start line to the future.

[This track is mostly a recap of the movie so it’s definitely full-on spoilerish.]

Asahi: Aah, we sure swam well! Makoto: It was really satisfying! A: Hey, aren’t we awesome?! We really did it! Right! Ikuya: Asahi, you’re running around too much. A: I mean, we got first! We got first! M: I was so focused when I was swimming! Haru: Me too. I: Well… We did properly on the exchange too, I guess it was a nice relay. M: Haru’s swimming at the end was incredible, wasn’t it! My heart was beating so fast! A: Me too, me too! Haru was super fast! He jumped like “DON”, then he dove like “Shaaa”, and he started swimming like “BAAH”, it went by in one instant! H: What are you saying. M: It must be the result of our training! I: That’s right. A: After this, we should be able to make a new record at the next tournament! I: Asahi, you’re getting too excited. Nao-senpai will get mad at you. M: Hehehe. And then he’ll make a really hard training regimen just for you! A: Seriously! Oh… I’m burning up! M: So that motivates you… A: Although, Nao-senpai’s really scary, so… M: He scolded us a lot… A: Ah… He was all like “The timing y'all are jumping at… Ain’t right.” That was so scary! I: And you kept losing when playing karuta, too! M: Nao-senpai is really quick! I couldn’t even see his fingers moving! A: Next time I’ll definitely win! So I can avenge the weakest karuta player, Haru! H: Who’s the weakest. M: Here, here, Haru.

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Suzuki Tatsuhisa sings OLDCODEX’s Aching Horns at High Speed Free! Event

The most angelic moment in the history of Free! events - Tatsun sings in middle school Makoto’s voice

Background: Toshi was tasked to sing first, which he did well. Tatsun teased him to do one more song after the first one (even if this wasn’t on the script), and Toshi still complied. Now Toshi took his chance to get revenge as he teased Tatsun to sing on the spot. Bugged by the audience and the cast, Tatsun reluctantly gives in.

My attempt on subtitling.

Full event report here. Full video will not be uploaded.

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[ROUGH ENG TRANS] FUGOU KEIJI NOVEL: THE MILLIONAIRE DETECTIVE’S DECOY (Part 1)

Yay! I did an initial rough translation. I am still learning Japanese so please don’t expect 100% word-by-word perfect translation. This is just based on the level of my understanding of Japanese so please bear with me~ *thanks to my dad’s (credit card) i got a copy*

“Now, gentlemen. There is only 3 months remaining before the 7-year prescription of the 500 million yen robbery case.”

Fukuyama, the stout-looking captain of the special investigation headquarters, looked around at the 20 detectives with an expression that’s similar to Alfred Hitchcock. “A total of 200,000 investigators were put in, 150,000 suspects were questioned, and all prepared investigation materials are in one data room.”

“All of that was not wasted because we were able to narrow down the suspects to four.” Detective Kojima who has been an investigator since the time of the incident, turned his eyes to Fukuyama as if to challenge him, He has just arrived at the station after his previous captain recently retired.

“No, Nothing is wasted.”

Ignoring Fukuyama, Kojima showed his sharp teeth and gazed at everyone. “I found the special paint used which is our strongest clue was sold to only 56 people from a specialty store.

"It’s beige, right?” From the side, Detective Nunobiki who’s missing a front tooth and looks like Alfred E. Newman interrupted. “Of the eighteen people who bought the beige paints, three are women. Then the fifteen people. Out of the fifteen, there are elderly.” Nunobiki said. “Two are more than 60 year old. Then the thirteen. Out of those, three doesn’t drive a motorcycle so down to ten.”

“Wait a minute. Is it really okay to exclude those three from our suspects?” rushly asked by Captain Fukuyama. “Even if you don’t have a motorcycle and have no license, you can practice going somewhere secretly.”

Kojima overtly glared at stared at Fukuyama with a blank expression. “Of course there’s a possibility not to included those three people. Of those three, two are elementary students”. Nunobiki said. “The other one only has one leg.” “I’m a man who can’t ride a motorcycle,” said Kojima. “Then on the ten, three of them have solid proof that they were not in the scene.”

Captain Fukuyama asked shyly this time, “Is there no possibility that the alibi of those three people will collapse?”

“One was in the police station at the time of the incident because he vandalized a wall of a university building about capitalism using the paint he bought, the other one died days before the incident. In other words, he’s in heaven at the day of the incident.” Kojima replies politely with a serious look.

“The last one is attending a meeting at the Prefectural Police Department, which is a chief. He claims that he bought the paint for the rabbit hutch in his garden. Would you like to check on it again?”

Fukuyama coughed, “No need, that would have been true.”

“The seven remains.” exclaimed Kojima.

“It was clear that three of them haven’t got the chance to use the paint they bought. Of course I checked and confirmed it to them. Immediately after buying the paint, one of them fell down at the front of the store, the lid was opened and the paint splashed on the road. There was a lot of fuss but many people in the shopping district confirmed this. The other two left their paint on their garden and storage room.”

“Then the four,” Nunobiki screamed from the side for attention.

“Mother Goose has a song called Ten Little Indians.” Detective Saruwatari whispered to Daisuke, who’s next to the door.

“What’s wrong? Please speak in our language.” after Kojima gazed at Saruwatari, Daisuke held his cigar in his mouth and hung one end of his lips to show his canines. “Kambe, stop smoking in this room.”

“Ah, that was rude,” Daisuke quickly extinguished the fire of his cigar, which was still only one or two centimeters of ash, and while covering it, he politely threw the cigar, which was broken into half on an aluminum ashtray.

“But Kojima-san, were you also smoking?” said Saruwatari with a grin.

“It’s good if it is only a paper roll, but it’s a cigar.” said Kojima. “How can I talk about work when someone’s smoking a 8,500 yen Havana cigar?”

“I think there is discrimination,” Saruwatari defended Daisuke while still smiling. “Because Kambe only smokes cigars”.

Nunobiki is smiling from the side is staring at Saruwatari, “Hey, You’re a detective. Don’t side with the millionaire too much.”

“Haha. You’re right. That’s the son of a rich man, Kambe Kikuemon.” Captain Fukuyama leaned towards Daisuke then rounded his eyes. “I only heard from the chief.”

“Enough talking,” Kojima shouted, “There are four remaining.”

“Four people, four people,” Nunobiki raised his four fingers and nodded to everyone. “All four of them had no alibi on the day of the incident, had a motorcycle, were in their late 20’s, and are in the montage photos, however, I’m still not sure if they have already used the paint. They are now being followed just to make sure and to get information. We haven’t investigated their houses yet.”

“But we only have three months left,” Capt. Fukuyama said to Kojima with a slightly frightened tone. “Isn’t it better to start investigating those four people as witnesses before the prescription period ends then conduct a house investigation?”

“We will.” Kojima said, lowering his voice.

“I’m thinking of the case where the criminal didn’t hid the money in his house. Once they were looked up as witnesses, they would always think that they are being followed.” “I think it’s fine to look into them so that they can be alert.”

“Whether or not the three months time is imminent depends on how you think.” Fukuyama murmured with a stern look, Kojima bowed lightly. “Of course if Captain instructed to call them as witnesses, I wouldn’t push my opinion thoroughly.”

Saruwatari, who was the farthest away from Kojima and Fukuyama, shouted loudly, “If you notice that you are being investigated as a suspect, the criminal may act like he’s digging his own grave, like trying to change the hiding place of the money.”

Kojima bowed his shoulders and turned to Saruwatari, “Yes, there are criminals like that but in this case, do you think a smart guy who thought of this crime would do such a stupid thing?”

“So I wonder if they will continue to follow them until the time limit is almost over,” Fukuyama seemed to be annoyed and started drawing infinity symbols with his finger on the desk. “Isn’t there anything else we can do but just keep tailing on them?”

“Well, it should be done in parallel to tailing them. They should sense that we are actually investigating them.”

“Uhm,” Daisuke raised his hand at the seat closest to the door. “I have a suggestion”.

Fukuyama nodded with a sullen look, “Please tell us.”

“If the criminal will start spending the money, they should know where it is hidden so I think it’s good to let the four of them spend money.”

Fukuyama made his eyes round again. “How?”

When you got too much burden in your shoulder and no one you can talk to. You end up talking to yourself in the middle of night, in your dark bedroom. Talking to yourself, give an encouragement to yourself, patting your own head and shoulders because there is no one do it to you. Crying alone, laughing alone, and pitying yourself.

Pathetic isn’t it?

I’m acting like a lunatic. I’ll not surprise if I’m become one someday ha ha

Sitting in the plane reading a yaoi comic while the man beside me praying..

Hahaha what an irony

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a first kiss in four seasons

in winter: sherlock’s cheeks are cold, when john brushes his fingertips over them - trembling, gentle, because there’s something breakable in sherlock like this - but his mouth is warm. his breath is shaky. it’s windy, and the stars are sharp in the sky, and that’s what makes john’s eyes prick, really it is, the wind and the stars and - and the shape of sherlock’s mouth under his, and the breath of sherlock’s lungs in his lungs, and the cautiousness, the very tenderness, of sherlock’s fingertips finding john’s elbows as if he’s not sure he can hang on, as if he’s not sure he’s allowed to hang on, and john kisses him and kisses him and tries not to break him and steps closer toward those fingertips, begging with every press of lip to lip, with the beat of heart to heart, please, god, hang on

in spring: sherlock’s laughing, john thinks, and he wants to taste it, like honey, like raindrops, like fresh raspberries. sherlock’s a body in motion, a body in swaying like long grasses in the wind, a body in reaching like the tide exploring a shoreline, a body restless with wind and fire and life, and a mind that runs a mile a minute and hands that twist and twirl and a mouth that goes lopsided when he laughs, and john wants to taste it, hold it, know it, understand it, to feel the way that energy feels under his hands, under his breastbone, blooming like a flower, unfurling like new leaves. and sherlock’s laughing, and john’s laughing, and that sound, john wants that sound to never end, but it does: john’s hands on sherlock’s hips, sudden stillness like the wind has just stopped. the smile is still on sherlock’s mouth, but it’s still now, half-expectation, half-uncertainty, and his eyes, those endless-sky eyes, those swollen riverbed eyes, with the suggestion of something lush and dangerous and sweet all at once, those eyes look at john with a question and an answer both. and john leans in, and sherlock tastes like sunshine, and like happiness, and like tea. he tastes like home.

in summer: there’s sweat and there’s dirt and there’s - blood. a sound like a tyre on wet gravel, or like rain against an awning. it takes john a minute to realise it’s coming from him. it doesn’t hurt though, he thinks, and that’s how he knows it’s going to be bad: it didn’t hurt the first time either. it is bad, because sherlock is there, sherlock with his hands in john’s blood, sherlock with that one curl hanging loose over his forehead, the rest drenched with sweat, sherlock with his lips moving as if he’s speaking and his eyes staring as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing. sherlock, john tries to say, but it slurs in his mouth. sherlock’s hands in his blood. john was sweating, before, from the running - and it’s hot, burning hot, where sherlock’s hands are. john thinks about the way the sand smells at the end of a long afternoon, that scorched, hot smell; he thinks about the way sherlock’s vest sticks to the space between his shoulder blades as he plays violin with the windows open. he thinks about the stifled, thick stillness that exists between them sometimes, and he puts one of his hands over sherlock’s hands, wet with john’s blood, and he says, sherlock. and sherlock says, don’t you dare, john watson, don’t you dare, and john holds his hands over sherlock’s hand in the place where there’s blood, and when the lights come and the paramedics come and the police come, trying to drag sherlock away, he fights them until he can lean over, one wet hand to john’s cheek to keep his balance, and he says, don’t you dare, and he kisses john with a saltwater mouth, and john closes his eyes and thinks, i will never leave you behind.

in autumn: it’s - slow, slower than john thought it would be. maybe that’s what finally makes it all right. there’s a difference, john thinks, between hesitant and cautious. one feels more like hope; the other more like uncertainty. this is more like hope - the way sherlock’s hand lingers on john’s shoulder, on his forearm, the way sherlock falls asleep on the sofa with his head in john’s lap. they say autumn is the slow dying of the year, but john doesn’t think so, not like this: the leaves change and fall and the weather grows crisp and sherlock holmes is clearer now than he’s ever been. this isn’t an end, not like this and it’s slow, slow, slow, waiting for the moment, and the moment is: john’s hand in sherlock’s, intending to pull him down onto the sofa but not letting go once sherlock capitulates in a heap of elbows and false petulance layered over a pleased smile. the fire is low in the grate and there’s music on the telly, some show john can’t remember, and sherlock sits next to him, and john holds his hand, and he’s gilded with firelight, those auburn hints glinting in his hair, those flushed cheeks giving him away. sherlock, john says. and sherlock says, hmm? and doesn’t take away his eyes, but only looks, and looks, and john doesn’t know what he meant to say, except what comes out, which is, i’m in love with you. and sherlock still doesn’t look away, still doesn’t look away, his eyes like woodsmoke and flame, and he only says, hmm, again, still looking, until, john realises, he’s not: he’s waiting. and so slowly, hesitantly but not cautiously, john presses forward, and sherlock’s mouth is shy but not uncertain, slowly, slowly, and john thinks about gentleness, and he thinks about tenderness, and he thinks about the smoulder of the fire and the change of the leaves and the way sherlock’s spine stretches toward him, and thinks: this is a beginning.

Day 13

event/work that make me impressed the most beside LBC was

M34n on stage.

He’s an actor and a student. He’s not a professional singer and/or dancer but he did good. It’s not prefect but he did his best

cr yienhpyi on twitter

#mean phiravich #meanismind #m34nismind #30days_m34nismind_challenge

spidaerman

I loathe him. And, despite myself, I respect a worthy opponent...Which he isn’t because he’s a demon and I cannot respect a demon. Or like one.

Day 12

First Impression of Mean

I think he is a good actor. I mean the first time I see him was when he played as Tin Methanan, and he did a good job in it.

at that time, I also think he is kind of like Tin, cool personality, little bit aloof, mysterious, calm. Little did I know that his real personality is 180 degree different than Tin

I mean how can I guess that when most of his post in IG was like this?