Carissima10 - Nothing New

ugh i need to drink with post-graduate suga i just know it would fix me >_>

i hope love finds you. i truly do. i hope you wake up in arms that keep you safe. i hope you get kissed in places you were insecure about. i hope you're held with softness. i hope gentle words and praises graze your wars. i hope you're taken care of. i hope you're loved even after you've learned to love yourself. i hope that when love finds you, it stays with you. forever.

SEBIAN LEX

@junoisded

Furudate-sensei’s little one-liners / Q&As from the final Haikyuu guidebook! Of course I must collect them all! LET’S GO!!! 😤

*AS ALWAYS I’m still learning the language and cannot guarantee complete accuracy!

Character Comments

Hinata Shoyo: I’m really glad that he was never the strongest protagonist of this story.

Kageyama Tobio: It was tough because the more he grows, the less of a presence he has. It’s like in Dragonball, this guy is “too fast to see”!

Sawamura Daichi: Just don’t die when you try to help others.

Sugawara Koushi: It takes someone strong to always be kind to others.

Azumane Asahi: If he could just affirm himself once, he’d be so strong.

Nishinoya Yuu: Invincible.

Tanaka Ryuunosuke: I wanted to become this type of senpai.

Tsukishima Kei: When I first drew him, I tried to make him look like an unpleasant guy. But really, someone who’s unpleasant will just come off as unpleasant either way, and everyone’s idea of what “unpleasant” looks like will differ. [the phrasing on this one hurt my brain omg 😵‍💫]

Yamaguchi Taadashi: Surprisingly, he thinks before acting.

Ennoshita Chikara: Strict with others and strict with himself.

Kinoshita Hisashi: He’s the type who’s always repeating to himself, “If only I’d done better.” Probably a perfectionist.

Narita Kazuhito: He’s the type to do some pretty unusual things on the regular, but he only notices it’s not normal when someone points it out.

Shimizu Kiyoko: She has a lot of muscle mass. It isn’t just her face that’s beautiful, but also her posture.

Yachi Hitoka: She’s the self-sacrificing type, so I want her to be careful about her body.

Ukai Keishin: If there were any representation of me in this story, it would be him.

Takeda Ittetsu: I’m glad he isn’t the perfect coach.

Tiny Q&A

Note: Given name origins were already revealed in the previous guidebook. Sorry!

Q: What was the reason for Hinata changing his first-person pronoun from おれ [“ore” spelled phonetically, the way children write] to 俺 [“ore” in Kanji] when he went to Brazil?

I wanted to give him an air of being more grown-up.

Q: When Kageyama started playing in Italy, how did he learn how to speak Italian?

I don’t think he learned formally. I would expect his conversations consist of a mix of gestures, English, and maybe a little bit of Japanese—just learning as he goes along.

Q: Please show us Hinata’s and Kageyama’s signatures, if you would.

Q: Which character’s post-graduation path did you have the most trouble with?

Sawamura. Because I feel like he’s able to be active in any kind of job.

Q: In the V.League arc, what was the reason for Kiyoko-san not wearing her usual glasses?

She was just in the mood to wear contacts.

It’s weird to grow up in a family where you know you’re loved but you don’t feel loved. And then later in adulthood you understand how almost impossible it seems to cross that distance and let yourself experience closeness, how otherworldly love feels now and how love feels unbearable at times. You flinch when someone tries to wholeheartedly love you. And over and over you see so clearly how you cannot be loved unless it's from afar and love is mixed with that familiar sensation of distance and coldness.

the leaves are going orange….? babe put on when harry met sally right this minute

i will always say (vintage) americana coquette is not complete without examples of black women thats pure americana and femininity right there

you can literally see where lanas early influences are 😭 (along with chicanas cannot forget them)

Koshiiiiiii. (〃￣ω￣〃ゞ

stay

tsukishima kei x reader

warnings: afab! reader, mentions of unprotected sex, unclear relationship between reader and tsukki, kei is bad at feelings

you hear tsukishima shuffling in the bathroom as you lay on his bed.

looking up at his ceiling, you try to figure him out: is he the kind of guy who’ll kick a girl out after he sleeps with her? will he let you stay? should you get dressed and make a run for it while he’s busy?

instead, you stay where you are, only choosing to drape your arm over your face, the crook of your elbow resting over your eyes. you close them. you’ll leave it up to him to decide what he wants to do with you.

would he walk you home if he kicked you out?

eyes still closed, you hear him come back into the room. you brace yourself for rejection and the eventual walk of shame.

the bed dips as he kneels on it, inching closer to you.

you feel him tap the side of your naked thigh, “open your legs,” he says

you do so, choosing not to remove your arm from covering your face until you feel him clean the mess in between your thighs with a damp hand towel. you guess it’s the least he could do before kicking you out— given that most of the mess is his.

he sighs once he’s finished, discarding the rag, eyes still not meeting yours as he makes his way to the dresser across the room.

“you…” he drags the question out as he rummages through the top drawer.

“want a shirt?”

you hum, and he throws it over to you.

he’s pacing the room again, picking up the various clothing items you were each wearing before the night’s encounter.

you see him fold your pants, the shirt you were wearing, and your bra. he picks up your panties and finally, shyly, meets your gaze, cheeks coloring.

he throws these at you, too. you to put them on.

he’s back to his drawers, pulling out a clean pair of sweatpants for himself. the waistband rests low on his waist as he finally, finally, comes back to bed.

“umm,”

you take this as your cue to leave, sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed, searching his room for your phone, your keys, your wallet.

“i tend to run pretty cold at night,” he begins, clearing his throat, “do you want an extra blanket incase-

“are you leaving?”

he cuts himself off when he realizes you’re collecting your belongings, your pants already in hand, waiting for you to put them on.

you feel like a deer caught in headlights. your mouth falling open into a soundless oh.

“you want me to stay?” you ask him, unsure

immediately, tsukishima gets defensive, closing himself off, “i mean, no one’s forcing you to.”

he looks away, and you feel like hitting yourself with a hammer repeatedly.

“text me when you get home.” is all he says, still not meeting your eyes.

“tsukki-”

“what.” his tone is harsh. he’s furiously picking at the skin around his cuticles.

“i-i want to stay,” you tell him, nearing him where he is sitting on the edge of his bed. while he still pretends to be upset, he’s readily parting his legs for you to nestle in between them, burrowing his head in your stomach as you stand in front of him, your fingers immediately moving to scratch his scalp the way he likes. his hands gently cup your ass, bringing you closer.

tsukishima breathes in the scent of you and him mixed together through his shirt. you’re good to him. too good sometimes.

the truth is he wants you to stay in his bed (and his heart, and his life) forever.

“call me kei,” he tells you finally, softly, “s’the least you can do after asking me to cum inside you.”

“kei,” you say, smile on your lips, savoring the syllable, “can you get me an extra blanket?”

he huffs, pulling you down to lay beside him, “you won’t need one after i’m done with you.”