(well relatively speaking)

Ranma ½ - one page per manga volume, 8/38

(Art runs right to left this time around)

From the Romeo & Juliet schoolplay arc, which also features gems like Akane challenging Kuno with a sword (and seemed to do decently for the short time they fought), Juliet!Ranma using drunk-fu, and the spectacle of “Romeo” and “Juliet” being told to kiss because “your parents want you to!!”. But in the end I went with this earlier page instead, both because of the adorable child-flashback panels and for what this says about Akane.

@wombatscallywag

The thing is, nobody knows. According to some reports, wild life expectancy is 10 years old and in captivity it is 20… The oldest ball python was 48 years old. That’s most likely an outlier… this information is from zoos which can have different set ups than breeders.

There are actually several reasons we don’t know how ball python tubs affect life expectancy. First off, ball python breeders don’t keep very good track/don’t really care or know. Many of them have hatch dates listed somewhere, but snakes get traded and sold so often things get lost. For those who do have hatch dates, I don’t think they’re really invested in figuring out how long the animal lives. They also aren’t thinking small tubs are problematic, so they aren’t keeping track.
Secondly, no one is studying this. So, we don’t have consistent recordings.
Thirdly, ball pythons have only recently become a popular pet to own and breed… well, relatively speaking. They started importing and selling morphs in the late 80s through the 90s and that’s when ball pythons really caught the interest of folks. In relation to that though, I’m not sure how long tub keeping has been around. Has it existed since the very beginning of ball python popularity?
Finally, we have tons of people who have claimed to have a 15-20 year old ball python in a rack system, and when you dig a bit deeper, you tend to find out they received the snake from someone else… who was keeping it in a tank. Usually in these cases the snake was already older. Most of them I see are put in racks around the age of 10. So who knows what kind of detriment their previous set up had caused (if any), and who knows how quickly their health degrades from being put into a rack.
Oh actually one more thing: we never hear anout adult deaths. I don’t think I’ve ever heard a breeder talk about an adult dying…

Long ago, 2-3 years ago, i recall seeing a video from our /dear friend/ Mr. Ballsack on snakebytes TV mentioning that ball pythons only live to be 10. I mean he’s the guy who started the standard and keeps thousands of animals in those set ups… if his snakes are living to 10…. Y I K E S

What we do know, is quality of life is greatly increased when enrichment is provided! Movement allows to build muscle and staves off fat! Not to mention… It’s so much more fulfilling keeping a snake in something more than a tiny box.

I hope that answers your question as much as possible. XD

Dragon Tail


Pairing: Nalu

Rating: K

Summary: Because a  random stranger dropping inside the room you haven’t left for years does have the tendency to change life as you know it. 

A Nalu!Tangled AU.

Notes: For @ff-darkshininglight : Surprise, Tsuyu! It’s been an honour to be your (very fickle and hardly regular) Secret Santa! You are a wonderfully talented person and one of my favourite people to take out all my pent up shipper and frustrated-fan rants with. I feel so blessed to be able to call you a friend! Happy holidays, and I hope you enjoy this! <3<br>

This had never happened before.

In his entire 22 years of existence, the only significant movement that ever came from the one window in the tall tower that was his home, was when his brother came over.

And that was usually with a loud call of his name.

But now…now he could hear the steady sounds of someone scaling it - softly grunting the whole while.

He was very unsure of how to react. Sure, he could breathe and conjure fire, but the last thing he ever wanted to do was to hurt anybody.

He was pretty certain his appearance alone would do significant harm to the poor soul about to reach his quarters. He knew, since his brother had constantly, constantly warned him of the fear that he would bring.

But when one dainty human hand was visible on the ledge of his one window, he found himself ducking into the shadows, hoping against hope that that wouldn’t be the case.

He so desperately wanted to make a frien -

His thoughts were brought to a halt as the mystery person hauled themselves into the room, panting as they did.

As she did.

A girl?

No, a woman!

He had only vaguely read about those, back when he had a small interest in books.

But no book could do any justice to the form in front of him.

Her long golden hair was pulled back and tied, allowing them to flow but not get into her eyes. She was wearing what looked like men’s clothes - trousers, a shirt, and a belt with rope, keys and a sword - but the way she wore them made him question what kind of clothing suited whom. They fit her frame well, complimenting it but also loose enough for comfortable movement.

She was a vision.

He instinctively took a few more steps back, avoiding the large patch of light coming from the window - which happened to be lending the stranger an almost ethereal glow.

And though it was instinctive, he found himself feeling safe hidden there. Well, relatively speaking, since his heart was still pounding a mile a minute.

He watched with a weird mix of anxiety and wonder as the person dropped from the ledge onto the floor, sitting down and catching her breath, before turning around to peek over the ledge.

Was she looking for something?

Suddenly she froze, and he did too in response, ready to attack if the unfortunate need arose.

He watched as one hand quickly darted to the sword on her hip. “I know you’re there,” she said, low but steady. “Are you one of my father’s men?”

But he was too busy being fascinated with what her voice was doing to him - unsure if he had ever heard anything as lovely before.

“Okay, that was stupid,” she seemed to correct herself under her breath. “Way to barge into someone’s place and then make seem yourself sooo unsuspicious, Lucy.”

He could hear all of it of course, and snorted at the sarcasm, making her jump. The action, in turn, scared him as well, but for totally different reasons.

“Please don’t leave!” he said in reflex.

The plea - for it was a plea - had her brows furrow and a frown form on her pretty face. Squinting into the shadows, she was obviously trying to make him out in the shadows.

“Are you…”

‘A demon? A monster?’ his brain supplied on her behalf.

“Are you okay?”

He found himself mutely blinking back at her and the very simple question. A simple question that nearly plunged him into an existential crisis, with him questioning everything that was currently his life. No, his existence.

He was a monster, sealed away from the world for nearly all his life with only one person - his brother - who wasn’t scared of him.

So, was he okay?

“You..don’t have to be afraid of me,” her lovely voice came, snapping his thoughts back to her. “I don’t mean any harm,” she said, raising her hands so he could see she was being sincere.

He felt the need to respond bubble up in him, and for once, he did as he wanted. “Why are you breathing so hard?”

The woman’s face still seemed worried, though funnily enough, it didn’t look like it was herself she was concerned for when she distractedly replied, “Was running.”

He found himself stepping further into the shadows when she didn’t relent in trying to catch a glimpse of him. “Why?”

“I can’t tell you more until I know who you are,” she said gently, but with firm authority.

“I don’t want to scare you,“ he admitted.He didn’t want her leaving just yet. She didn’t seem like a threat - according to his instincts anyway - and he was far too fascinated to let her go. He barely recognised the other, more dominant emotion she drew from him, something he hadn’t truly felt in years.

Hope.

“Why would you scare me?” she asked, genuinely puzzled.

He couldn’t respond to that, fearing that she would run if she knew. So he decided to do the easier thing - take a shot in the dark and step out of it.

He saw, his heart clutching in fear and dread as her eyes widened as he slowly slid into the patch of sunlight coming from the window.

“You…” she whispered, one palm reaching to cover her gaping mouth, the other pointing a finger at him.

He stood still, his heart frantic and his thoughts a mess. Everything he had ever been told was coming true. She was scared and she would run away, because he was the monster he was. The demon he was.

“You’re.. you’re a - ”

- he braced himself -

“A dragon, oh my gosh.”

“Wait, what?”

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When brainstorming for the last round of Klaroline Vacay (for @thetourguidebarbie hence Harry Potter) this idea got scribbled out. It works for today (HP AU x Mates) so I decided to use it.

Magic Madness

Caroline bends low over the handle of her broom, squinting into the thick tree cover, looking for any sign of civilization. Her warming charms are wearing off and she’d stopped being able to feel her fingers a couple of minutes ago.

Well, relatively speaking. Google had told her that this particular corner of England was barely populated. The terrain would have made settlements difficult and muggles apparently hadn’t bothered to try, leery because of some silly urban legends. Caroline was fairly certain that said stories had been bandied about by wizards. The forest she’s hovering over naturally contained an abundance of potions ingredients, some of which were reluctant to flourish in greenhouses.

Well, so far. Caroline was a potioneer by trade but she’s always excelled at Herbology. She had some theories, ideas to try, and intended to grab some clippings to take with her back home.

Assuming she didn’t freeze to death and plummet to the ground, her body never to be found.

Caroline shakes herself, wincing. That had been a little melodramatic, even for her. The setting was clearly getting to her, the nearly full moon and rustling trees were right out of a horror movie.

She focuses on her task once more, hoping for chimney smoke or even evidence of a path. Kol had sworn that his brother had a cottage out here Caroline needed to speak to him. Kol had warned her that his brother wasn’t fond of company but Caroline had been determined. Four years of work were at stake and she wasn’t about to give up. She’d arranged an international portkey and had taken rooms at the closest wizarding village.

Her owls had gone unanswered, the poor birds returning exhausted and bedraggled. Klaus Mikaelson’s floo was set to private and the stone faced English Ministry worker Caroline had tried to sweet talk had been unmoved by her considerable charms, wouldn’t bend the rules and help her make the call.

Kind of a blow to her ego, if she was being honest.

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Giving In to Snow

Part 2 of my eighth year Aridante inspired fic, courtesy of @snowbazzled ‘s post here

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

26th February, Baz
It’s Wednesday afternoon, which means two hours of games. We’re on the football unit at the moment, which is fine by me. I can play football. I do play football. I’m on the school team.

Simon Snow can’t play football. But he does. You have to. Six half terms, six sports. Hockey and rugby in winter, football and tennis in the spring term, and then track and cricket in summer. And it’s the first half term of the spring term, so all the boys play football. That includes Simon.

Simon Snow plays football like he does everything else: chaotically. He’s playing skins today, although within five minutes his entire torso is covered in mud. A running mess of freckled limbs. Admittedly, he can kick a ball better than some, but Simon’s run-and-see-what-happens approach is perhaps one better suited to rugby. 

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Jenna: Look Sep, I’m in charge of the well being of a lot a of people, and I need you to work with me. A magykal device that lets you see things a distance would be REALLY helpful, and you told me that you found one-

Septimus: I told you before, it’s not that simple! We’re talking about a highly complex, very unstable piece of equipment-

Jenna: You mean it doesn’t work?

Septimus: Well, it ….relatively speaking, it works.

Jenna: Excellent. Kindly have it up and running by dawn.

Septimus: As I’ve mentioned before, your majesty, magyk isn’t some kind of workman’s tool that you can hire out by the hour.

Jenna: Just as well ExtraOrdinary, because I wasn’t intending to pay you.

cle-guy  asked:

Does the Mormont tendency to allow women to call their bastards ‘Mormont’ and inherit reduce the prospects for good marriages for the sons?

As a point of clarification: there’s no proof that Maege Mormont’s daughters, or Alysane’s children, are bastards; the fathers are simply unknown. Whether that means that Maege and/or Alysane are (or were) married but prefer to keep the identities of their husbands a mystery, or that they were not, is unknown. Maege prefers to keep her own counsel on the matter, and Alysane’s teasing answer to Asha’s questions suggests she does as well.

Anyway, considering we know no Mormont sons save Jorah (and I suppose Jeor), and that Jorah married a woman of House Glover and was considered acceptable (albeit for very circumstantial reasons) by Leyton Hightower for Lynesse, I doubt the Mormont men are forbidden from marrying well, at least relatively speaking within the North. What seems more likely to stop Mormont men marry too highly is the position of House Mormont itself: old and proud the Mormonts may be, but Bear Island is “cold and distant and poor”, “rich in bears and trees but poor in aught else”. This is a poor fief, no mistaking it, a place where the enemies are as much the elements as ironborn raiders, and any woman who comes here is going to be held to the standard of the Mormont seat gate carving - the woman with a battle-axe in one hand and a breastfeeding baby in the other. Dynastic snobbery, in other words, has little place here, and while that might not bother the Mormonts’ northern neighbors (at least some of them; doubtless that Glover made a good match for Jorah because the Glovers too understand the hard and far from luxurious struggle that life on the North’s west coast is), it would definitely stick in the craw of the more blood-proud lords south of the Neck. That’s not to say people don’t judge the Mormonts for the question of Maege’s children’s paternity - Janos Slynt repeats the rumors that Maege beds with bears, after all - but that I think that, among the Mormonts’ northern neighbors, the identities of Maege’s and Alysane’s husbands/partners is less of an issue, nuptially speaking.

My guess - and this can only be a guess, because of our extremely limited knowledge - is that, as I speculated before for the Mormont daughters, the mountain clan families would be traditional providers of brides for Mormont sons. They’re highborn enough to marry into House Mormont, they have similar values and lifestyles, and no daughter of the Norreys or Wulls or Flints would think herself too grand or pampered to take on the responsibilities of life on Bear Island. 

From: theshriekingsisterhood
To: Sam

Prompt:

The Combaticons just chilling out.

Special message from the artist:

Happy holidays Sam!
It is (mandatory) gestalt bonding night and someone made the terrible decision of choosing Monopoly as the featured activity. Blast Off is a sore loser and Vortex keeps getting distracted, but somehow Brawl is doing pretty well for himself, (relatively speaking). Onslaught is trying to convince them to band together and overthrow Swindle but it’ not really working out.

anonymous asked:

lincoln anon from earlier: yeah i really doubt it'll happen but once that theory popped into my mind i couldn't stop thinking about it. by the way, did you see the michael and sucre pic that got released? i don't know how i'm gonna handle both michael and sara AND michael and sucre in one episode.

hello!  always happy to see someone in my inbox!

i know how those theories are.  i’ve gotten that dreaded feeling with many shows, and it never ends well.  but i definitely think that prison break will end happily…well, relatively speaking, as long as you’re watching for michael and sara and lincoln and michael.  then it’ll be a good ending.  i can’t imagine they’d do us wrong for a third time.  hopefully.

and yes!  i did see the pics and omg it’s so freakin’ cute!  i love michael and sucre’s friendship so much.  and i was so upset when sucre volunteered to go to yemen to save him, and they wouldn’t let him.  because the wait to get back to that boat he mentioned he worked on has been soooooooo long.  

he loves his papí so much, and really, who could blame him?  i can’t wait to see the full reunion!  sucre is gonna be so happy, and just wrap him up in a hug!  ugh, my heart!

the original cellies back again!

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1.  Skate Canada International 2012, Carmen.  It was our first real look at Carmen and it was such a different, new, and exciting change for them.  The anticipation was incredible.

2.  GPF 2009, Mahler.  It was my first introduction to off-ice practices (which is still rare as videos go) and early into my foray into practices at all.  Even now, I love practices, sometimes even more than the competition.

3.  Worlds 2012, Ain’t No Mountain High Enough.  They’re usually so polished; I loved this glimpse into another aspect of their skating, when they’re still unsure enough of the choreo that they flub the beginning and have to start again.  (And considering how well, relatively speaking, they performed during the gala, it speaks volumes for them.)

So I see a lot of Yandere!Mari AU’s out there (well, relatively speaking) but hear me out here; Yandere!Chat AU

Not convinced? Imagine this scenario; Something happens in an akuma attack where Ladybug is put in a near-death situation which forces Chat to use his Cataclysm on said akuma.

Imagine him embracing her, completely terrified by the fact that he just /killed/ someone.

Imagine that as he comforts her something clicks in his mind that makes him lose any empathy for akuma victims or anyone who could even remotely hurt his lady. (Because anyone who could shake her up this badly clearly doesn’t deserve to live)

Imagine him becoming a extremely possessive and overbearing.

Just imagine.


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Get to know me

tagged by @imnotafan

1st rule: tag 9 people you want to get to know better

2nd rule: Bold the statements that are true


APPEARANCE: 

  • 5′3
  • shortish black hair
  • hazel eyes
  • no freckles or birthmarks
  • no piercing or tattoos
  • jacked af seriously guys watch out
  • teeny tiny hands and feet

PERSONALITY:

  • hella shy
  • introverted
  • make friends really easily
  • very optimistic person
  • I’m not very sarcastic I’d rather be straight forward
  • I care what others think
  • I also don’t give a flying fuck?? how does that work

ABILITY:

  • play the piano and guitar
  • actually really athletic, like you can ask me to play almost any sport and I can do it relatively well
  • I speak english, french, and spanish fluently
  • university is kicking my ass but my lowest grade is actually a B+

HOBBIES:

  • I love to read
  • I draw and paint but I’m absolute shit at both
  • I love running and doing yoga in the mornings
  • I sew when I get stressed
  • I play soccer four nights a week really competitively

EXPERIENCES:

  • I’ve been to over 25 concerts since I was 7 years old
  • I won a triathlon when I was younger
  • I’ve never left my country
  • I got my first car when I turned 16
  • I started playing soccer when I was 12
  • I’ve seen every marvel movie in theaters
  • I’ve smoked pot twice before
  • I was bullied as a kid

MY LIFE:

  • I have a bad relationship with my parents
  • I have one little sister and two step-sisters
  • my parents are divorced and they hate each other
  • I have a dog who is a shit but I love her so so much

RELATIONSHIPS:

  • only had one boyfriend
  • were still together
  • I’ve had sex before
  • I’ve had a girlfriend

RANDOM SHIT:

  • I can recite the alphabet backwards just as fast as I can recite it forwards
  • I can do a cartwheel
  • my birthday is November 3rd but I was supposed to be born on Halloween
  • I’m religious
  • I’m American
  • I’m part south african
  • my initials are A.T.M
  • I’ve done this thing twice already and my internet crashed both times and if I lose this one I might just go to bed for the day

I tried really hard guys

I tag: @theinvisiblemiss @lookatthisdork @storiesaremylife @this-canadian-girl @thefeistydragon @will-smolace @thorlikewater and I think thats about all the people I know

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Giant Swing Forever

Recently @Youloute posted a video with the following explanation: “In 1994, SNK sponsored a Japanese female wrestler who had to wear Krauser’s outfit.”

Krauser is best known from his stint in both Fatal Fury and The King of Fighters. So time for some pro wrestling knowledge! Which my brain is overloaded with: the boss character’s name is taken from Karl Krauser, one of the numerous aliases used by Karl Gotch, who is widely recognized as the “God of wrestling”, primarily in Japan.

As for the individual in the SNK sponsored attire, that’s Chigusa Nagayo, who herself is a legit legend in the world of joshi puroresu, aka Japanese women’s wrestling. Her list of accomplishments include being a member of The Crush Gals and being the founder of GAEA; I cannot recommend enough BBC’s documentary on the latter.

Anyway, the following is a great example of joshi puro at its apex, and is most definitely not for the faint of heart…

… The above is also when Japanese pro wrestling as a whole was in the midst of its golden age. Well, the tail end at least. Which saw numerous cross promotions with various game companies. Perhaps the most well known example, relatively speaking, was All Japan Pro Wrestling Featuring Virtua

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NaLu AU: To Whom He Speaks, Part 3

A/N: Part 3 is here finally! :D

Does anyone even remember this story

Sorry I took so long; I’ve been so distracted by other things that I actually forgot about this until a couple people asked me about it. Thank you comewhatanime for the reminder, and thank you, kisuchi, and kagero-assassin for giving me inspiration to finish! I hope you all enjoy part 3!

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9


The farther Lucy followed the boy, the more apprehensive she felt.

She had no idea where they were now. It had felt like they’d been running through this forest for ages, yet she still had no idea where the boy was taking her.

After all, had it been smart on her part to decide following him deep into the woods without any sort of plan of how she was going to get back out? Probably not. Any other person would look at this situation and cry foul, because it was just too much of a coincidence for her to have run into the person she’d been searching for right off the bat. There was even the horrible chance that he wasn’t, in fact, the subject of this legend, and she’d just inadvertently decided to follow a stranger deeper into a place where no one would be able to notice she was missing.

Lucy was well aware of this, but none of that was enough to get her to turn back. She’d already come too far. Even if she did decide to stop right there, she’d just get lost trying to get back to the town because she had no idea how to navigate this wilderness.

There was also the fact that the boy was glancing over his shoulder every so often, as if he was checking to see if she was still behind him. Each time he did, she could see the relief in his eyes.

She couldn’t run off and leave him alone after seeing that. His behavior was also somewhat odd—somewhat antsy, like he was itching to tear off into the woods but forcing himself to keep at a slow enough pace for her to keep up.

Something was definitely bothering him.

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you owe it to him (and me)

Set after the Yakuza arc, assuming they rescue Eri successfully.

Class 1-A’s dorm was in chaos. Well, relatively speaking – the place was still in one piece, but there was a lot of shouting. Izuku, Uraraka, Kirishima, and Tsuyu had returned safely, but the extent of their injuries and Aizawa-sensei’s injuries had meant it was impossible to conceal what they’d been up to. Much to Izuku’s relief, Aizawa-sensei had been the one to explain everything, but much to his horror, their teacher had bailed after that to go to sleep.

And thus, the shouting.

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anonymous asked:

Concerning Visenya and Aenys, I have read a lot of meta where their is bad blood between Visenya and her sister's get yet Rhaenys died while Aenys was an infant. Considering her sorcery rumors, Aenys grew to majority and ruled and sired many children. It was not even bowing to the Faith and denying Rhaena to her son (only wedding her to his heir), exiling Maegor, saving his life, but the ruin of her entire dynasty did she turn. Did Visenya get a bad rap?

Thanks for the question, Anon!

Does Visenya get a bad rap? Kind of. The better question is “Does she deserve it?” And the answer (at least to me) is “Well, probably a little.”

Rhaenys, like Aegon, had a very clear idea about what a Targaryen monarch ought to be, and she strove to live that. The queen had to cultivate a witty, colorful court - and Rhaenys did that. The queen needed to dispense justice fairly - and Rhaenys did that (well, relatively speaking). The queen needed to arrange marriages among the Westerosi nobility - and Rhaenys did that. In short, Rhaenys understood how to appear the perfect gracious, kindly queen, beloved of lords and smallfolk alike.

Visenya did not. Visenya was never the outgoing, warm queen Rhaenys was, so naturally her reputation was never going to be as well-remembered as her sister’s. It was not that she was a bad queen; the Kingsguard and the Red Keep wouldn’t exist without her. But there’s a power to imagery, a power which Visenya never really grasped. Aegon was the heroic conqueror, master of the great dragon Balerion, patriarch of the dynasty; Rhaenys was the strong queen, gracious and courtly. Visenya had Aegon’s openly martial nature, but in the body of a woman (something less than common among the native Westerosi); she had a son, but not the heir to the throne (and one who would be remembered as one of the worst (the worst, on my list) kings in Westerosi history).

Now, as far as Aenys: I think Visenya ruined that boy. Having lost his mother at the age of only three, and sickly from the first, Aenys was in a very vulnerable position; as first lady of the court, Visenya was in a perfect position to exploit his vulnerability. Like medieval queens in our own world, Visenya would have had it in her power to appoint the ministers of her household, with Aegon’s assent; presumably, she would have stocked her court with those loyal to her and her son – and those who believed (or stated they believed) the story of Aenys’ bastardy.  Aenys would have been surrounded by these individuals on a daily basis, who (if they wanted Visenya’s favor) would have repeated the rumors of his illicit parentage.  The font of favors in any court was the monarch, so Aenys’ nervous desire to please likely arose from his attempt to keep on the good side of his cold, implacable stepmother.

From the time Maegor was born, Visenya made it her mission to get that boy on the throne. Everything she does from that moment is designed around getting Maegor his father’s crown. Rhaenys had humiliated her, stolen the man she should have had alone by rights (plural marriages were unusual even among the expatriate Valyrians), usurped her position as mother to the heir. Maegor was a far better choice, in her mind: strong, decisive, master of Balerion when Aegon died. Would she have stopped at poisoning Aenys? I don’t think so; she knew poisons, she had no love for Aenys, and she knew that no one would accuse her of foul play if she had been seen tending to the king (especially with Maegor on the throne afterward).

Visenya wasn’t a bad queen (at least, without her probable murder of Aenys). She did do good things, like creating the Kingsguard. She had a clear understanding of the Aegon Doctrine; we see that in her treatment of the Crackclaw Pointers and the royal court of the Vale. But she did not have an understanding of image power in politics. She had personal jealousies (as Rhaenys did, to be fair), and those were funneled into her treatment of Maegor and Aenys. Her treatment turned out rather badly; she was fated not to be the ancestress of the Targaryen line but the mother of the cruelest monarch in Targaryen history. That’s the heart of Visenya’s “bad rap”.

The Queen Regent (NFriel)

anonymous asked:

kuroo for all please

☾ - sleep headcanon

Kuroo is a deep sleeper and he snores like a dad.  

★ - sad headcanon

Kuroo feels like he isn’t really able to express the true him. Like sure, everyone knows a heavily fabricated version of his personality, but the real him is something nobody seems to know. 

☆ - happy headcanon

Kuroo is a cat magnet. Cats flock to him and nuzzle his pants all the time. 

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

Kuroo growls under his breath and starts snarling when he gets mad. He may get frustrated easily, but when he gets mad he’ll literally not put his fist down until someone is hurt. 

✿ - Sex headcanon

Kuroo likes the possessiveness that follows finishing on his partner’s body. 

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

Kuroo’s bedroom is really grunge aesthetic, with posters on the wall, black curtains and everything. 

♡ - romantic headcanon

Kuroo is the cheesiest partner ever and his go-to gift is a heart-shaped box of chocolates. 

♥ - family headcanon

Kuroo really looks up to his dad and aspires to be like him one day- to be amazing family man and a hard worker at the same time. 

☮ - friendship headcanon

Kuroo is the type of guy to be surrounded by tons of people, but his true friends are usually not among them. If you’re a really good friend of his, he’ll shower you with affection and spend time with you one-on-one. 

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Much to the annoyance of others, Kuroo impulsively cracks his fingers. 

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

Likes: volleyball, sleeping, lazing about, his friends
Dislikes: fake people, liars, and assholes

▼ - childhood headcanon

Kuroo is that one kid that’s super chummy with all the old people in the neighbourhood. He’s been to all their houses and eaten all their food, but also gotten his cheeks pinched by all of them. 

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

Kuroo becomes that one guy that dozes off in the middle of an anecdote he’s trying to give. 

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

Kuroo makes mean instant noodles.

☼ - appearance headcanon

Kuroo always carries a comb in his pocket so that he can maintain his neat and tidy hair (well, relatively speaking.)

ൠ - random headcanon

Kuroo has never gotten the chicken pox. 

◉ - Any other question of your choosing

unfortunately, you didn’t specify a question, so yeah.