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SELECTIVE & PRIVATE. hanamaki takahiro from haikyuu. written by rizu.

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Long story short, I’m a depressed LGBT student in my last year of high school & I plan on pursuing higher education in another country (or at least on the other side of my country), but that will mean my abusive family will try to close the bank accounts they’d opened for me years ago in an attempt to forcibly keep me here, and I will have to either submit and put myself in danger (mental and physical), or remain broke and on the streets, unless I somehow gather the necessary money for the ticket, school fees & daily expenses (food, clothes, rent). On top of that, my dysphoria makes my life much harder than it should be, so I wish to go through with the FTM surgeries as soon as I can, but we all know they cost a lot.

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                                                            ( as loved by rizu. )

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memeblocker‌:

@varota asked: “mmm whatcha say”

MEME

» memelord sentence starters

staring down at the dropped and now cracked egg, he watched as the yolk began to spread across the kitchen floor. hanamaki’s words only made it seem more dramatic and tragic. “ that was the last one… “ 

          “heeeh, i know you told me you’re not good at cooking, but i really did not expect... that,”  he responded from his seat on the dining table. “ oh well, i suppose we either just have egg-less ramen orrr make a quick trip to the convenience store. your pick.”

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memeblocker‌:

@varota asked: “gravity has a hold on me of which i have not the strength to break.”

MEME

» Extremely Exhausted Starters

it was stupid but the dramatic performance that the other boy put on was an impressive and nice entertainment for their break from practice. the middle blocker watched quietly as the latter practically threw himself on the ground and threw his arm in the air, waving them around. 

leaning back, a wide grin spread across his face as chuckled, shaking his head. “ you’re just finding an excuse to lay down. “ he squirt some water in his mouth from his water bottle before shoving the mouthpiece down to close it, gently tossing it to the shorter boy. “ get up, the floor is wet from sweat, it’s gross. “

          “ did you not hear a word i said, mattsun?  gravity has me in its clutch, and i am unable to escape even if i want to,”  he soldiered on with his dramatization, even putting emphasis on some words here and there to add to the effect. he barely managed to catch the incoming water bottle, but didn’t let it stop him from finishing his theatrical act, now with one hand thrown over his forehead and the other clutching the bottle atop his chest the way snow white did her single stalk of rose — or was that the sleeping beauty?  — both?  whatever, don’t sweat the small stuff. 

          “ oh, won’t someone come and save me?”  he raised the pitch of his voice, slipping into the part of a damsel in distress

[pyrhass]

reblog if your muse is participating in the area 51 raid

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[memetaped]

texting starters send a symbol for…

🌻 a worried text.

🐰 a goofy text.

🦋 a loving text.  

🧦 a half-asleep text.

🌳 a happy text.

🍎 an apologetic text.

⚠️ a text meant for someone else.

🕰️ an early morning text.

💫 a late night text.

🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent.

💡 a scared text.

💀 an urgent text.

🥇 a supportive text.

🔪 a hateful text. 

🌊 a sad text.

⚡ an angry text. 

🚀 a goodbye text.

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memeblocker‌:

@varota asked for it!

okay. no. this was it. this was the final straw. 

matsukawa stared at his phone screen, squinting as he watched the balls move across the screen until ‘ YOU LOST ‘ covered the 8-ball game table. that was supposed to be his win. one more turn and he would have won! the nerve! the audacity! thick eyebrows scrunched together as he pushed himself up from his seated position on the floor, raising the cellphone in the air as he stomped from the living room into the bedroom, practically kicking down the door. 

“ oi! what the hell?! “ he turned the phone around so his losing screen was faced towards the latter. “ you’re never good at this game. did you cheat? who allowed this? “

          “ mattsun, my dear mattsun, your shallow faith in my integrity wounds me.”

          truly, he didn’t!  cheat, that is. what he did do, was rigorously doing research and tirelessly practicing from the moment he realized that if he doesn’t start putting his back into it, this might turn into another arm-wrestling-with-iwaizumi situation — he even ended up missing a few days of login on his rhythm games!  the fact that matsukawa had the audacity to question his honor, to accuse him of winning by using underhanded means is simply unacceptable.

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kiyomizus‌:

even though she doesn’t really understand the fad with hair manipulation, she doesn’t think the pink looks bad. certainly, it’s more attention-grabbing than the simple lightenings her classmates do, but as she cocks her head to the side to look a bit harder, it’s not that WEIRD after all. maybe it suits him, but she doesn’t really know. if he’s not a magician, does he do his hair for some other entertainment purpose ?

‘ … are you a singer, then ? or trying out as an idol … ? ’

          “ uh - no,”  the idea has never even crossed his minds. he’s not really into the idol scene, though he enjoys the performances of girl groups whenever he incidentally come upon them while mindlessly flipping through the tv channels, but from what he’s heard it’s really restrictive and the fans could be really entitled. still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t indulge in the momentary fantasy of him being a celebrity. “ why, do i look like i could be one?”

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isolov‌:

Okay, so he was definitely going to die. His eyes widen as senior’s expression changed, and couldn’t help the confusion that followed soon after. He was just acting ? Man he really had to learn how to read situations better ! At the mention of formal practice and the other teammates, though, Yamaguchi would pale again. ❝ Oh, I’m sorry ! I could… Just come back later ! I don’t want to cause any trouble. ❞ Not to mention the rest of the team intimidated him too much, but he’s sure Hanamaki knows that by now.

          hanamaki pursed his lips at the younger’s words. he hated to be laying out one bad news after another, but it’s not like he could lie either.

          “ ah, we might actually finish late today... there’s some, uh, new formations and techniques we want to test out,”  intended to be countermeasures mostly against your team, he didn’t say; it was already plenty obvious that he was saying the other shouldn’t stay around anyway, not even as an observer.

          “ okay, how about this: we exchange numbers and the next time the guys decide to have extra practice i’ll inform you about it?”

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@isolov ( cont. )

          hanamaki kept his charade up for a moment or two longer, drinking in the nervous sight of karasuno’s number 12 before bursting into a full-bodied laugh.

          “ oh god, kiddo, i was just messing with you!  was my acting that good?”  he wiped away a nonexistent teardrop from the corner of his eye, a small grin already taking shape on his lips.

          “ truth be told, i personally don’t mind, but you came here on a formal practice day, and you joining in unannounced will catch the rest of them off guard.”  he could already imagine some of the more unpleasant reactions. he’s all for trash-talking during a game, but he’s a lot more forgiving outside of it; he could think of a few who aren’t.

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kiyomizus‌:

foolish, she may be just a bit, but only for the things that make her curious. if she hadn’t had the spark of curiosity ( which actually had been started by a remark from hitoka-chan ), she would have been content to never approach him & instead focus on her work. but she does wonder, after hearing her fellow manager comment on his HAIR ; she knows he’s not actually a wizard like she said, but it does make her wonder. 

‘ ah … your hair has stage presence … ’

          he instinctively went to touch his hair, the slightly dry and rough texture a familiar feeling between his fingers. that was a compliment... right?  he didn’t even know what it means for hair to have ‘ stage presence’, so by extension he didn’t know if she meant her words positively. it’s been quite some time since he felt insecure about his hair.

          “ oh, you think so...?  thanks...?”

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kiyomizus‌:

‘ — ah … you know magic ? ’

@varota  ♥’d  this  for  a  starter.

          he’s... not exactly sure how to respond. the glint in shimizu’s eyes seem to convey how much she wanted him to answer affirmatively, but on the other hand hanamaki would rather not lie to her.

          “ ...what gives you that impression, manager-chan?”  he settled on a response a moment later.

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Put the dipping sauce /down/.

guide to troubled birds starter // always accepting!

@kiyomizus

          “ y-yes, ma’am…..”  he didn’t know it belonged to karasuno, okay!  it was just there on the table with no name on it whatsoever!

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Troubled Birds; a sentence meme ( part 2 )

Somehow I lost my way.

My emotions have three outlets: haughty silence, tears and rage.

Drink. Travel. Books. I went broke. But I had a hell of a time.

She filled her gratitude journal with such beautiful likes.

This jackassery will not stand!

Dealing with you is like herding cats.

Can I get a who who?

I am not majestic on weekends.

Clipped wings. Often I go to the map-room in the public library. In my heart I see mountains, rivers, stars. They are remembered.

I’m three ounces of whoop-ass.

He gave them the heebie-jeebies. He had nothing else to give.

He had a violent, uncontrolled temper, which sent him literally insane when he was annoyed, but he was good-looking.

“This is wonderful!” “This is going to be fine!” “I love this!” I was soon to change my mind, however.

This was a topsy-turvy world of anguish, shame, and self-torment.

You want some of this?

Put the dipping sauce down.

Your eyes look tasty.

The ability to remain sober and gracious is, indeed, a form a mild insanity.

The whispery groans in my mind are beginning to issue order.

Unicorn of Love, impale me!

Oh. You’re an artist.

Oh Jesus, oh my God.

I feel witchcraft upon me.

Whom.

As always, all I should’ve said was, “I love you.”

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Troubled Birds; a sentence meme ( part 1 )

That’s a crazy idea. Insane. It doesn’t make sense.

God can’t help you now.

I preen for Satan.

I’m a dirty bird.

I disembowel, it’s what I do.

I do not go to my happy place, I go to my high lonesome place.

Remembering bitty, lengthy disputes where she came out on top, each all too short.

A meat cleaver, he thought. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.”

He told me that I would never forget him, as long as the two of us would live. His eyes demanded an answer. I had overcome my desire to laugh.

The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math.

I’d sell you to Satan for one corn chip.

My modus operandi is dial up the awesome and break the knob off.

You’re a whore and that makes me sad.

Fuck your windshield!

I puke in my kids’ mouth.

I had on my prettiest dress and he never even look at it. “For God’s sake!” That’s all I could think of to say.

Foie gras this, motherfucker!

A profound thinker, but I cannot stick my mental landings.

I hope you’ll excuse my cheap wit, but the hour is late and it’s all I have left.

I am often seized by the fatal American need to have a pretty good time.

Who do I have to blow for some seed?

He proclaimed his undying fidelity and asked me to do the same. I had to overcome my desire to laugh.

Finally he gathered himself together and spoke. “What the hell?”

She was lovely and charming, almost a saint. She told me she enjoyed laughter and dancing, opera, jazz and getting very, very, very high

Perhaps you can do something about the evil spirit in my head.

Looking for trouble and if I cannot find it, I will create it.

They might have passed a very pleasant evening, had shit not gotten real.

Snacking between meals is the least, but tastiest, of my problems.

I’ve been through hell and come out singing.

Your love has made me a drunk.

I’m addicted to shiny things.

I love you despite the warning signs.

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     you called meme,           so i came running.      question:           am i the memer                or the hater?           are my memes on point                or just my h a t r e d?      answer:           meme a little harder.