#is a bean

[djlbg]

he is a magic bean and can find his own kind(or they find him)

[archivefullofyoutubers]

Look at this ridiculously adorable gift from @huffletrax!!  It’s me riding Trico and he’s SO CUTE!!  I love him, Lou, thank you so much <3 x 

[ancient-mango]

obama is such a bean like honestly he’s too precious uwu

[honeyjarhowell]

The fact that Phil decided to celebrate 12 years on YouTube wholesomely drawing us restores my faith in humanity.

[mysistaylor]

HER SCREAMING AND HER SHOES AND HER JOKES AND HER CUTE HAIR AND HER IDEAS I️ LOVE TAYLOR SWIFT YALL!!! (making of tiwwchnt)💞💞💞

[larsdoodles]

smol

[hellopurpletiger]

Somehow, no one was shocked

or even remotely surprised when Hinata and Kageyama both came out at the same time, as decidedly not-straight – for each other.

 All the second years had cackled loudly and exclaiming that their “kouhais better stay safe” and adding enough rapid-fire sexual innuendos that neither Tobio nor Shouyou could so much as recover before they were blushing again. They could hardly glance at each other without bursting into flames for the rest of the week.

 Yachi had burst out crying, from happiness she later clarified, whilst Kiyoko petted her hair with a knowing smile on her face.

 Suga had immediately began gushing about how adorable they were whilst fake crying to Daichi (“Look at them! I’m so proud of our sons!”) whilst their captain had chuckled and patted them both on the back in congratulations, before their gentle ace Asahi had pulled the entire team into an happy group hug.

 Somewhere squished between Suga and Hinata, he heard Yamaguchi quietly whisper congratulations over Tsukishima’s irritable “about fucking time.”

 Apparently it had been so obvious that Coach Ukai and Takeda-sensei had even made bets about when they’d tell everyone.

 Kageyama Tobio couldn’t really wrap his head around it. How had the team noticed before he did? Surely when it came to his own feelings, he would know best right? He had literally only realised a week ago that the short orange boy next to him meant far more than just a friend. Shouyou himself had admitted he hadn’t really known he’d liked Tobio in that way either until the setter had blurted out his confession mid-toss as the thought had occurred to him.

 Shouyou had spiked the ball, but neither of them had looked to see where the ball had hit the ground, his eyes widening and his pink mouth falling into a soft, round ‘o’. Like the expression he had made when they’d first managed the freak quick, or when Tobio bought them an extra meat bun to share on the way home.

 Needless to say practice was halted. For a brief moment, in which his brain caught up with his mouth, he had been certain he had ruined everything. The gym had been utterly silent. And then Shouyou had crashed into him, tackling him to the floor, both of them sticky with sweat.

 For a second time in a minute, his brain crashed and had to reboot to decipher with his best friend’s incoherent babbling and ugly cry sobbing into his Karasuno jersey.

 “What you thinking about?”

 “You’re ugly face.” He deadpanned.

 Shouyou pouted, cheeks puffed out like a hamster. “Meanie.”

 “Dumbass.”

 “Bakageyama.”

 “Dumbass.”

 “You can’t use the same one twice, du- s-stupid-face!”

 “Not as stupid as your face!”

 “We’re dating! You’re supposed to be nicer to me!”

 “Says who!?”