sugardaddykenma:

WHAT YOUR FAVOURITE HAIKYUU CHARACTER SAYS ABOUT YOU AND YOUR MENTAL STABILITY

cw:mental illness i guess.

“I have more than three favourite characters!” — okay, I get it, you have no set aesthetic and are unable to make any decisions in your real life. stop lying to yourself and choose.

“You’re not right though?” — yes I am, perceive yourself better. open your eyes. consult your charts.

“My favourite character isn’t here!!” — then you have self projection issues and that’s not on me, that’s on you! just say you over romanticize people in your head and then feel let down when they’re not exactly how you imagined them to be and go.

“this was kinda rude.” — then my job is done.

This is a joke. Read at your own risk….

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This post held me a gunpoint till I cried

lowkey deserved because I tried to be ✨different✨ and go by my top three and all it did was hurt more

hanamaki: how much you guys want to pay for me to stick my socks in this dumbass mouth.

iwaizumi: I will.

oikawa: did iwa-chan just bid $1,000 to put a sock in my mouth?

iwaizumi: you bet.

Haikyuu Playlist - MISC

Been a while so here’s a playlist that I think Hanamaki would play in his yellow honda civic on road trips:

Makkis Honda Civic playlist:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5o7ZEQ9TtL7BMbO0vGkfTz?si=d55ac9afd4794b96

Masterlist:

https://bkutoo.tumblr.com/post/650535162337198080/playlist-masterlist

mintmatcha:

final days

three months after soggy

cw:angst, mentions major character death, mentions of terminal illness, medications, hospice, female reader

Home care is almost worse than the hospital.

There isn’t a respite from anything. You don’t get to lay on your couch and forget that your husband is dying when he’s sitting five feet away. You don’t get to come home to silence when there’s a nurse waiting to update you on the day.

Grief becomes your life.

You ignore the stacks of bills on the kitchen table, forget about the unwashed laundry, and just toss your things into the second bedroom. You used to jokingly refer to it as the nursery, but it’s slowly morphed into your home office now that your work has started pitying you enough to let you work remotely a couple days a week.

When you enter the bedroom, Takahiro is slumped against the mountain of pillows you’ve collected over the months. He looks up from his switch and tries to blink the exhaustion from his eyes. He looks like shit- swallow and swollen, yet more delicate than ever. It’s… pathetic, for lack of a better word. Closer to an old man than a millennial.

There was a minute where everything felt okay. The effects of chemotherapy wore off and Takahiro no longer felt like a shadow of himself. He insisted on going on day trips, inviting friends over, enjoying life- fuck, you even had sex again after a long, long time.

Things were good. He was good.

And then they weren’t. And he wasn’t.

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mintmatcha:

soggy - Hanamaki

cw: angst, major character death, mentions of terminal illness, hospital, female reader

He knows before you even say anything.

“Doctor finally told you the bad news, huh?” Makki pushes himself up with his usually toothy smile, lounging back on to one elbow. The hospital bed creaks pathetically as it rises almost comically slowly to meet his posture. It would been funny if he didn’t immediately collapse back against it, exhaustion weighing heavy in his bones. He shimmies to the side of his bed, careful to keep his IVs and wires straight,  and pats the empty space, beckoning you to him. 

It’s hard to acknowledge you’ve grown used to seeing him here, like this. The memory of him in his own bed -your bed, the one you bought together, the place where he always begging for fifteen more minutes of sleep- feels so impossibly distant. Less than six months ago you could picture him on your sofa, begging you to join him so you could play with his hair.

Makki tugs his baseball cap down and you look at your shoes. No hair to play with anymore.

Mattsun bought him that stupid hat last year for his bachelor’s party. It’s a neon pink monstrosity, the words ‘Future DILF’ stitched on to the front.

Mattsun hasn’t been by in a while. You don’t blame him; it’s hard seeing someone whither.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping.” is all you can think to say.

All of his favorite knickknacks have made their way here; the switch came on the first round of treatment, the blanket from the couch came round three. The slippers are a new addition, their tag still on the bottom on the left shoe.

You’ve been here through all six.

“Dude, fuck sleeping-” Makki pats the mattress again, more insistent. You join him reluctantly, throwing your legs over his and tucking your head into his shoulder, trying to hide your face. He doesn’t smell like himself anymore; the scent is stale and sour, with the hint of the floral cleaner they use to wipe down the room. “All I fucking do is sleep and throw up- I just wanna hang with my girl.”

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only one shade baby pink seijoh third years and we all agree that they deserved better right

My piece for @iwazine! It was a pleasure drawing the buff boi Iwaizumi and the rest of the Aoba Johsai third years!!