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Hello, Neuk or Iri here!
long intro post under cut (pretty boring, will possibly edit it in the future)
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i love you until i can't look at you
i used to keep up with the MCU, and the most impactful scene to me was the origin of this music. near the end of "Guardians of the Galaxy" (2014), the protagonists are trapped on a crashing spacecraft. the tree character, Groot, realizes they're all going to die and decides to grow into a cocoon around them. despite knowing he isn't going to survive, he willingly gives his life to protect his family. the beauty of his musical theme (which is so different from any other character) and the nature of his sacrifice has always felt intrinsically Christian.
Jesus, the Son of God, is our Tree of Life. without Him we are headed toward destruction; our roots are rotting and our spirits are dead. but He knew this and loved us so much He willingly gave His life to save us from our eternal death. Christ's death saved us from death, and His resurrection brings us to life too! we are made whole by receiving His Holy Spirit; an everlasting seal of adoption. it's only by connecting to the true Vine that we will thrive eternally.
"And this is what God has testified: He has given us eternal life, and this life is in His Son. Whoever has the Son has life; whoever does not have God's Son does not have life." -1 John 5:11-12
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Training camp arc, seijoh edition 🌱🏐🌱
A print I made for @hqteamzines!! Still really happy with how this piece turned out~~ 💙
ohhh this is actually the most adorable thing ever omg
i love all of them, esp kyoutani tucked in in the corner looking at his phone
also matsu and iwa <3
i just had to say this, but thanks to ryeoun’s appearance in weak hero class 2, many people are finally watching twinkling watermelon (as a super fan of that show).
Yichan, stricken, discovering Eun Gyeol playing guitar in the club (ep. 2) -> Yichan, amazed, watching Eun Gyeol show off his guitar skills in the school gym (ep. 5) -> Yichan, proud, watching his son play on stage with his band (ep. 16)
"He pulled Cheong Ah into his arms, holding her tightly as he wept without restraint. He cried for everything he had lost, and for all the days ahead that would silently echo with the pain of that absence. There was no shame in his mourning of his hearing, no guilt in his grief. For the first time, he felt understood—truly, deeply understood—by the person holding him. And as the tears fell, the knots in his heart began to loosen, letting in a breath of something like peace. In the midst of his chaos, she was his calm."
— mcv-wook, 2025
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KWJDKSKJD LIL KINDAICHI THIS IS SO CUTE
one thing about eun gyul is that he truly deeply loves his family and i love how he never once falters in his character. i love how the main real relationship in this drama is between him and his dad yichan. at the end of the day he got to meet his shining dad’s youth and have that unbreakable friendship after feeling lonely for such a long time
This came to me in a vision
Tendou would absolutely hit the Sonic pose mid-game after a single successful block
LMAO NO THIS IS SO REAL
this looks so good, the colors, the hair, the expression, the knees, the pose, the shoes- i love this so much
Lev haiba ! Cutieew
SOOOOOO CUTE THE CUTEST OF THE CUTIES 💕💕💕♥️♥️♥️♥️
“ yamaguchi, stop it. “
AHHHH this is SO CUTE and i love it SO MUCH
studying 🤔
AKDHSKJRKSJS I LOVE THIS THIS IS GREAT
What if little Miwa was just so done with baby Tobio sticking his grubby little hands on her volleyball that she just decides to get him his own for his first birthday. Only this doesn't really solve anything since Tobio is greedy for anything and everything volleyball, so he just keeps chewing on both. So differentiate between them, she paints his hand and stamps it on his volleyball (like those baby handprint kits), and writes her name on her own.
It becomes a sort of tradition, where every year on his birthday Tobio gets a plain volleyball from Miwa, and he would stamp his hand on it, showing just how much he's grown.
Even when Miwa's moved away, she would be sure to send him a ball, even if it's not exactly on his birthday, sometimes when she visits home for the new year.
Little Hands
Tobio’s hands were very, very small.
From the base to the tips of his fingers, all fit inside her palm.
To be quite honest, Miwa didn’t like her new brother very much. Her friends had warned her that when the baby was born her parents would pay more attention to him, but she didn’t think that it would happen so soon!
For once, Mom had time to watch her play. Only for the baby decide that now was the best time to come out.
“It’s not fair.” She complained to Kazuyo-kun. “She was my mom first.”
“It isn’t very fair.” He agreed, nodding solemnly. “But the baby doesn’t know any better. In fact, he probably wanted to watch you play too.”
“Kazuyo-kun, I’m not little anymore, you can’t trick me like that. How would the baby even know what volleyball even is?”
“Ah, my bad Miwa-chan.”
-Almost twenty years later, watching her brother in Rio (her little brother!! At the Olympics!!) through the screen in her salon, Miwa mused that Kazuyo-kun was probably right about that,-
A few hours later, Miwa and Kazuyo-kun walked into the hospital maternity ward, where her mother was lying in bed with a tiny blue bundle in her arms.
Miwa handed a bouquet of flowers to her mother, who then asked if she would like to meet her little brother.
Tobio’s hands were very small, but they were surprisingly strong too.
His little hand curled around Miwa’s finger, holding on tightly.
“Looks like he likes his big sister.” Mom joked.
Her little brother was already a pain and an inconvenience, but Miwa guessed she could forgive just this once.
After all, he didn’t know any better. But it was okay. Miwa would teach him.
She was his big sister.
Xxxxxx
Miwa’s act of forgiveness went unappreciated.
Tobio had only grown more and more annoying.
Not only did he keep her up with his crying at night, but now he even kept taking her ball!
Every time Miwa went looking for it, it would undoubtedly be found in Tobio's grubby little hands, drowned in his spit. And even then, he would throw a huge tantrum if you tried to take it away from him.
He was almost a year old now! He really had to grow up. Miwa was sure she hadn’t been so unreasonable when she was Tobio’s age.
This had to stop.
And so, for Tobio's first birthday, Miwa got him his own volleyball.
She was quite pleased with herself. Tobio should be grateful he has such a generous sister. She spent her pocket money on this gift after all.
It worked well enough, for all of ten minutes, until she turns around and sees him trying to wrangle both balls.
Miwa had steam coming out of her ears while Kazuyo-kun laughed so hard he was tearing up.
“Tobio! You’re so greedy!”
Just as Miwa was about to lose it, Kazuyo-kun intervened.
"Tobio is still too little to understand about what belongs to who. To him they're both the same."
That makes sense. Miwa supposed. Boys were stupider than girls, and Tobio was still small. "Then I'll write my name on mine. Then he can see which is which."
"That's a pretty good idea! Our Miwa is a pretty smart gal, huh?"
Pleasure bloomed through Miwa's body, down to the tips of her fingers and toes. She knew she was clever but hearing it from Kazuyo-kun always felt really good.
She scrambled up to her room, only to come back down with arms full of colored pens, paints, and a paintbrush.
"Kazuyo-kun, here you go."
"What's all this?"
"Well, it would be pretty unfair if only I decorated my ball. Tobio should too. But since he can't write his name, he can do that baby thing where they stamp their hands. Kazuyo-san did you know that everyone's handprint is different? Even their fingerprints are different!"
"Wow, really?! How amazing. Did you learn that in science class?"
"Nope! Detective Conan."
And so, as Miwa signed and decorated her ball, Kazuyo-kun painted Tobio’s hands, and then had him hold onto his.
Before long, two blue hands stood out against the white of the ball.
“There we go. Isn’t this nice? Now Tobio can learn to recognize his own ball.” Kazuyo-kun exclaimed, before turning to his granddaughter. “Miwa-chan! You’re quite the artist.”
Miwa had written name on the ball and drawn some flowers and butterflies too.
Xxx
After they came home from work, her parents praised her for her great idea.
“How cute! If you do this every year, it can even be like a growth chart, measuring how much he’s grown.” Mom exclaimed, examining the volleyball, which had dried by then. “If Tobio still likes balls by then.” She added.
“Very clever Miwa.” Dad smiled, ruffling her hair.
As it happened, Tobio’s love for volleyball only increased as he got older.
From then on it became a tradition. For Tobio’s birthday she would get him a plain white volleyball, even when the colored ones were put into official use, so that the outline of his hands would stand out against the canvas.
And Tobio would use that ball to practice at home all year, until his next birthday.
His hands, slowly but surely, were growing.
It was the year after Kazuyo-kun passed away, that Miwa noticed Tobio’s hands were bigger than hers.
She had known this, in an abstract sort of way. He was much taller than her too. But the knowledge never really settled into her until it did then, when she pressed her hand onto the dry paint, where Tobio’s hand was. Where they were once small enough to barely wrap around her finger, now they could cover hers completely.
She doesn’t quite know how that makes her feel.
Her little brother was growing up.
At least that’s what she thought, until she could hear snuffling from the room next to hers.
Ah. This was Tobio’s first birthday without Kazuyo-kun.
Miwa got up from bed and marched into Tobio’s room. His hair was mussed up, and eyes red.
“You okay?” she asked, though she knew he wasn’t. She just didn’t know what else to say.
Kazuyo-kun was better at these things. He always knew what to say, especially when it came to Tobio. Miwa felt her eyes sting.
“I just miss him.” Tobio replied after a while, his voice cracking. That was another change Miwa wasn’t quite used to.
“Yeah. Me too.”
Silence sat between them for a while, before Miwa sighed. She grabbed Tobio’s hands and pulled him towards Kazuyo’s room.
“Come on. Let’s have a sleepover.”
And so they spent the night squished together in their grandfather’s bed. Even months after Kazuyo-kun left them, it still smells like him.
Even though Tobio was bigger than her now, voice deeper, he was still Miwa’s annoying little brother.
THIS IS SO GOOD????? im obsessed w all the emotions miwa has regarding her brother: ugh annoying baby, her little brother!! at the olympics!! (my fav line probably), and tobio's hand finally being bigger than hers-
He really does sound like a bitter ex 😭😭
We all know Hinata is the number one person when it comes to their Kageyama obsession but Kindaichi is number two.
"gets dumped" WHAT who wrote that translation 😭
Okay but I love daichi having severe anger issues and also being oblivious to everything including his own thoughts and emotions. anyway what about one day Sugawara gets harassed for literally whatever reason, I'm thinking like absolute sleezeball grabbing his ass trying to make a move and Daichi just absolutely looses it and just decks this fucker across the face and then just straight up keeps going, screaming at him and eventually the guy runs off because wow and Daichi tries to calm down and immediately has a moment of self reflection like woah that was not the normal response of a friend to have so his own insane reaction connects some dots in his head and like, panting and flustered Daichi turns around to face Suga and says "hey I think I'm in love you," and Suga is standing there gripping his school bag with white knuckles because in the span of like 9 seconds he went from having his ass grabbed to watching his best friend break a stranger's nose to receiving a love confession and honestly he's too hungry to deal with this right now so Suga just says "okay," in a really small voice and they go to Daichi's place to finish their homework and neither of them think to bring it up again that evening because really what else is there to be done?
