a care in the world

“Where’s Oikawa?”

Daichi glanced up from the glass he was drying. Sugawara sat across the counter from him, arms folded, lips turned firmly down.

“I haven’t seen him,” the bartender replied, setting the glass under the counter. “You need him for something?”

“Duh! It’s his birthday! Aren’t we gonna have a big banger?”

“Banger?”

“Yeah! We gotta get real fucked!”

“… fucked.”

“Jesus, Daichi. Stop looking at me like I’m suggesting an orgy.”

Daichi narrowed his eyes, “So it’s not an orgy?”

Sugawara pushed up on his hands, “A party! We gotta have a party, Daichi! Quick, let’s think of something to surprise him with.”

Daichi rolled his eyes and wiped the counter down, nudging Sugawara’s hands out of the way, “Shouldn’t you have done this before the day of his birthday?”

“I completely, one hundred percent forgot.”

“Wow.”

Sugawara swatted his towel out of his hands and grabbed the front of his shirt, “Quit cleaning, man! We gotta think of something before he shows up and is disappointed that we completely forgot his birthday!”

“I didn’t forget,” Daichi gently pried his fingers away from his clothing. “I sent him a gift this morning.”

Sugawara released a gasp strong enough to fell mountains and sat back on his stool, “Traitor! And you didn’t remind me?”

“I didn’t think you’d forget,” he admitted. “Tooru isn’t typically the type to let his big day fly under the radar.”

Sugawara leaned his cheek in the palm of his hand and hummed, “Now that you mention it… it does go against his narcissistic ways… I wonder if there’s a reason…”

Daichi picked up and folded his towel into a neat square, soft smile touching his lips.

“Well…” he said, tucking the towel into the pocket of his apron. “Let’s forget the party and have a nice, quiet, night in. Okay?”

Sugawara’s lids lowered warily as he regarded him. Finally, he looked away, mumbling out an agreement. Daichi let out a deep breath.

You owe me, Iwaizumi.


“Iwa-chan, it’s been hell keeping my mouth shut about my birthday these past few weeks,” Oikawa whined as he followed Iwaizumi down the hall towards their apartment. “My present better be worth it!”

“It will be,” he muttered, stopping outside the door. He pulled his keys from his pocket and sorted through them.

Oikawa eyed him quietly for a second before draping himself over his back, “Let me guess,” he purred into his ear. “Is it you? Is Iwa-chan my present?”

“Hmm… I wonder.”

“C’mon, at least give me a hint!” Oikawa’s hands slithered around to his chest and explored every contour of his muscles through the fabric of his shirt. “Did you learn a new move you want to try out in bed? Oooo, did you buy that leather police uniform I saw on the lingerie site the other day? Or maybe you just have a bunch of sweets and goodies ready to pour all over my naked body—”

Iwaizumi slid the key into the lock and turned it, rolling his eyes, “It’s always gotta be sex with you, doesn’t it?”

“Me?” Oikawa huffed and released him as he moved into the apartment. “I was talking about you!” He shrugged his jacket off of his shoulders and kicked off his shoes in the entryway as Iwaizumi did the same. “Me? No way. I just figured that’s the type of thing a gorilla like you would think to surprise me with.”

Iwaizumi took Oikawa’s hand and led him down the hallway.

“No,” Oikawa went on. “Not me. A romantic like myself? Sex isn’t even in the forefront of my mind. But we all know you just can’t keep your hands to yourself when it comes to me. So of course I’d think that my present would be…”

He dwindled off as they entered the dining room. Spread over the table was an exquisite dinner on their finest dinnerware, the one Oikawa insisted they only ever use on special occasions and thus hadn’t touched in the four years since he had first bought it on a complete whim. A low bouquet of pink peonies sat in the center of the table, surrounded by four lit candles.

“Sorry,” Iwaizumi said, pulling Oikawa to the table and urging him into his seat. “It’s not sex. Unless you want to shove all my hard work onto the floor and get fucked on the table.”

Oikawa leapt back to his feet and made a sweeping lunge for the table. Iwaizumi caught him just in time and wrestled him back into his chair.

“Kidding,” he grunted. “I was kidding. I worked too hard on this shit. So sit down and just wait.”

“Iwa-chan, you love me, don’t you?” Oikawa asked, moisture filling his eyes. “You really love me, don’t you? You made me dinner. Look at it. It looks so tasty. This is the proof of your love, isn’t it?”

Iwaizumi leaned down and kissed him tenderly on the forehead, brushing his hair aside.

“Taste it first,” he mumbled as he pulled away. “You might not want a love of this level.”

“Look at it, Iwa-chan. It’s so beautiful. It’s gorgeous. Hold on,” Oikawa reached into his pocket and produced his cell phone. He proceeded to fill up his gallery with photos of the table as Iwaizumi chuckled and fetched a bottle of champagne from the kitchen. He popped the cork and filled their glasses, and Oikawa was sure to snap several shots of that as well.

“Iwa-chan, selfie. Selfie,” Oikawa lifted his champagne flute and then gestured at him with his cell phone. “C’mon, you know the drill.”

“So much for living in the moment,” Iwaizumi grumbled but dragged his chair over to Oikawa’s side nonetheless.

“Why live only in the moment when I can relive it forever?” Oikawa raised the cell phone to his most flattering angle and leaned towards Iwaizumi. “Don’t frown. You always frown.”

Iwaizumi made a face, twisting his lips and scrunching his nose.

“Iwa-chan!”

He chuckled and placed a hand around Oikawa’s waist, “Alright, alright, I’ll be good. Just hurry up. The food’s getting cold.”

Oikawa found the perfect angle and then smiled, “Happy birthday to meeee!” he sang and took the photo. He lowered the camera and checked the picture. “Ah… I look stupid. Let’s do another—”

Iwaizumi snatched the phone from his hand and stuffed it into the back pocket of his jeans.

“No more pictures,” he commanded when Oikawa whined. He lifted his champagne flute up and Oikawa reluctantly tapped his against it. “Happy Birthday, Tooru.”

Oikawa smiled and sipped the champagne. “You love me, don’t you Iwa-chan?”

“Either that, or I’m pulling off the prank of the century.”

“Or maybe I am.”

“Definitely not.”

Oikawa set his champagne down and leaned in his direction. Iwaizumi lowered his glass and did the same, meeting him halfway in a gentle kiss.

When they pulled back, Oikawa asked sweetly, “You still got me a real present, right?”

“You’ll have to wait to find out,” Iwaizumi leaned back in his chair and picked up his chopsticks.

“Wait?” Oikawa tapped a finger on the table.

The corner of Iwaizumi’s mouth ticked up, “For bedtime.”

Oikawa placed one arm around the back of Iwaizumi’s chair and slung the other across his lap, “Oh? What’s this? Iwa-chan, did you get me a sexy surprise too after all?

“Guess you’ll have to see,” Iwaizumi ignored his fawning and delved into the meal.

Once Oikawa realized he wasn’t giving anything away, he pulled back, clicking his tongue.

“Fine. I’ll wait. I can wait. I’m patient. You’ll see. I’m the most patient man you’ll ever met.”

Iwaizumi snorted at the ludicrous claim but didn’t argue.

“Patient Tooru. That’s what they used to call me back in school. Of course, you remember that. You were there too. So you know all about how that was my nickname and literally everyone called me that.”

“Oh yeah,” Iwaizumi mumbled. “I totally recall that definitely not made up nickname. Yep.”

“Good. Because it’s true. It’s not made up. And I am very patient,” Oikawa lifted his chopsticks and took a bite of the dinner. He let out a moan, “Iwa-chan. This is the evidence of your love for me, isn’t it?”

He smiled, “I guess it is.”

“Is it better than the bedroom surprise? Which one is more representative of your love for me?”

Iwaizumi let out a laugh and sat back, “Whatever happened to your patience?”

“I’m being patient!” Oikawa lifted his chin and moved the food around his plate. “I just asked one question!”

Iwaizumi watched him quietly for a moment, smile curling the corners of his lips softly. Oikawa continued to grumble, pausing every few seconds to moan over a new bite that truly had to be the evidence of Iwa-chan’s love for me.

“You’re lucky I’m as patient as I am,” Oikawa insisted, fluffing his hair. “Or else this delicious dinner would go to waste because I’d be demanding you carry me off to the bedroom and surprise me all night long.”

Iwaizumi chuckled and leaned towards him, propping his elbow up on the table between their plates.

“Alright,” he said in a low voice. “You want to know about the surprise?”

“Oh god yes please god,” Oikawa set his chopsticks down and turned towards him eagerly.

Iwaizumi grinned slyly, “Well… it may have something to do with leather…”

Oikawa’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open, “Iwa-chan you—”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Oikawa squeaked and bumped into the table. Iwaizumi turned towards the entrance of the dining room. Sugawara bounded into the room, wearing a cape and a top hat, swinging a black baton around in wide circles around his head.

“Happy birthday,” Hanamaki and Matsukawa called in unison as they came in behind him.

“Oh good, there’s food,” Hanamaki dropped into the seat beside Oikawa and stole his plate.

“Itadakimasu,” Matsukawa stole Iwaizumi’s, sitting opposite Hanamaki.

Suga-chan! Mattsun! Makki!” Oikawa shrieked. “What are you—”

“Something smells good!” another voice called, followed by Bokuto and Kuroo entering the dining room.

Bokuto lifted a massive bouquet of flowers, “Happy birthday!”

“I got you a card,” Kuroo tossed an envelope into his lap and moved around to Matsukawa. He leaned over his shoulder and stole the bite off of his chopsticks.

“Oikawa look, look,” Sugawara demanded. He pulled his hat off of his head and then swirled his baton around inside it. “Look at the magic trick I’ve been practicing for weeks just for your birthday, which I didn’t forget about at all, nope, no way.”

“Suga-chan I don’t—”

“Abra Kadabra!” Sugawara tossed his baton to the side and then reached into the hat. He pulled out a large black raven and tossed it into the air. It cawed loudly and started flapping around the room, shedding feathers. “Ta da!” Sugawara struck a pose, legs bent, arms spread wide.

“Ooooohhhh! Good one, Suga-senpai!” Bokuto clapped excitedly.

Sugawara bowed, “Thank you. Thank you very much.”

Iwaizumi sipped his champagne calmly, watching as Oikawa’s face reddened and he leapt to his feet.

“Suga-chan you idiot! How could you bring this flying rat into my home? I’m going to beat your ass!”

Sugawara let out a shriek and turned to flee. He tripped on the corner of his cape and slammed down to his stomach, where Oikawa tackled him and promptly started pounding his forehead into the floor while Sugawara kicked his legs and wailed.

Iwaizumi turned in his seat and watched the scene, an affectionate smile on his lips.

“What’s with the creepy smile, Iwaizumi?” Hanamaki asked, drawing his attention to the others.

He blinked at them and then hummed, looking back to Oikawa as he started choking Sugawara with his cape.

“It’s nothing,” he said, letting out a chuckle. “I just suddenly thought… Ahh… there he is.

Oikawa hooked his fingers in Sugawara’s cheeks and pulled, laughing maniacally.

“There’s that shitty guy I fell in love with back in high school.”

“Leahter! Leather he said!” Oikawa wrestled one of Sugawara’s legs back and yanked it up towards his head. Sugawara screeched and pounded his fists into the floor. “I’ll never forgive you for ruining this for me!”

Iwaizumi let out a laugh.

“My Patient Tooru.”


I dunno. I wanted to write something for Oikawa but it’s three a.m. and I’m running on fumes and I’m dying and I’m tired and this is all I could come up with. Oh well.

Good enough.

Happy Birthday, Grand King. Don’t kill Suga.

Originally posted by sweartrek

Just had one of the best lectures I’ve had in med school

It was on ‘The ethics of abortion’, and I was sorta expecting a lecture tip-toeing around the different viewpoints without offending anyone. But our lecturer slayed!

- she started out by saying how the ‘pro life’ side always get emotive pictures of babies and foetuses etc, and that there’s hardly any for pro choice. So she put up a photo of a woman lying dead on the floor, after bleeding out from an unsafe abortion her partner tried to perform on her

- she showed us statistics on how abortion rates are lower in countries with safe, legal access to abortion

- she showed us more statistics on how high maternal death rates and deaths from unsafe abortions became when countries made access to abortion more restricted 

- she put up photos of discarded babies in streets and rubbish bins in countries where abortion is illegal 

- she talked about a case in the US where a woman was ex-communicated from an ethics committee at a catholic hospital, after the committee allowed a woman with life-threatening complications to have an abortion, then our lecturer commented that ‘it’s funny how it was wrong for her to do that, yet child abuse is apparently ok’ 

- she went through cases of more women who were so desperate to have an abortion that they seriously harmed themselves

- she ended the lecture on the photo of the woman who died, and said ‘whatever your stance on abortion, the fact is that if a woman has made up her mind that she doesn’t want to be pregnant, she will do whatever she can to get an abortion, even if it puts her life at risk’

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

omnivore: actually vegans are the cruel ones because soybeans farming takes resources from poor countries and thats why i eat meat and won’t be vegan

reality: 85% of soy goes to animal feed, even if you ate nothing but soy you’d contribute less to this problem than you do by eating animals

omnivore: *does not change their behavior because they don’t actually care about poor people and were just looking for excuses to not change their behavior*

8

July 2nd. You were born on July 2nd. It was a hot night and, for some reason, I decided to clean the house before I woke your father. He ran over to the neighbor’s house to borrow their car but didn’t speak any Chinese. So, um… It was a mess.

Post Ticket Sale Self-Care Masterlist

To all of those of you who have managed to purchase tickets: CONGRATULATIONS! I have so much happiness for you and your opportunity to see our boy in person. Now, it’s been an absolute emotional rollercoaster these past 24 hours, so please, please please please: TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!!!

By all means, celebrate. Hoot and holler. Dance in your room in your underwear. Blast some Sign of the Times and air band the fuck outta the jam (I personally know the drum part like the back of my hand). Post to your Facebook about how thrilled you are. 

But afterwards, please give your body some time to relax and recuperate from all the adrenaline. Your body loves you and has held you together during this hell of a ride, and it’s time to care for it as well. Please scroll down to see a list of more self care tips and helpful websites. x

To all of you who did NOT get ahold of any tickets: I’m really, really, really, so very sorry, my love. It’s absolutely devastating to miss out on this opportunity, and you’re absolutely 100% validated in feeling angry, upset, or any other emotions that you need to feel right now. Please remember that your ability to see him live does not in any way affect your value as a person or a fan. It was a real ass-kicker, this one, and the chances were low for all of us. Our boy really loves us a lot, and that doesn’t change if you couldn’t buy a ticket. Please, please, PLEASE take care of yourself, my dear. Here are some tips and things you can do to care for yourself today:


  • Take a bubble bath. 
  • Go for a long drive.
  • Listen to music. Listen to something other than Harry, if you need to.
  • Call/talk to a friend.
  • Buy yourself a treat from the grocery store (or any store)!
  • Go see a movie.
  • Buy yourself that book that you’ve been wanting to read for a little while.
  • Light a candle.
  • Write. Write out all your feelings, every single thought, until you cannot write anymore. It helps to write it out physically so that it’s tangible. After you’ve written everything down, do whatever you need to do to rid yourself of it, whether it be burying it, crumpling it up and throwing it out, or giving it to someone you trust who is understanding and loves you.
  • Give a stranger a smile.
  • Go for a long walk.
  • Go to the gym.
  • DRINK SOME WATER. I MEAN IT. RIGHT NOW. BEFORE YOU KEEP READING.
  • Eat something, please.
  • Read your favorite fanfiction (again, if what you need is to distance yourself from H, might not be the best option)
  • DON’T FEEL GUILTY FROM NEEDING TO GIVE YOURSELF SOME DISTANCE. We all do sometimes, and your health comes before anything else. Log off of Tumblr, stop checking your Twitter for updates, maybe turn off your notifications. We will all be here when you return, but your health comes first.
  • Bake!
  • Treat yourself to a meal at your favorite restaurant.
  • Treat yourself to a meal at the cheapest restaurant. For me, there’s very little that a large fries from McDonald’s can’t fix.
  • Buy yourself something cute online.
  • Take a nap.
  • DANCE.
  • Reread your favorite book.
  • Watch your favorite movie.
  • Watch your favorite Netflix show.
  • Talk to someone. Anyone. If you don’t have anyone to talk to, my ask and messages are ALWAYS open.

Here are a few more resources:

Self care websites masterpost:

 https://changeforhappiness.tumblr.com/post/159476432769/guys-this-is-very-important

Self care masterposts:

http://thegrangersapprentice.tumblr.com/post/159612539530/all-things-pertaining-to-self-carede-stressing

http://catladykhaleesi.tumblr.com/post/157471955395/self-care-masterpost

http://little-red-studies.tumblr.com/post/147555847368/self-care-is-one-of-the-most-important-things

Mental health apps:

http://recoverywarriorx.tumblr.com/post/90481616356/mental-illness-apps-one-reblog-could-help-or-even

Alternatives to self harm:

https://especialty.tumblr.com/post/150042977232/alternatives-to-self-harm


Now I don’t usually ask of this, but please, if this post comes across your dash, reblog it. You don’t know which of your followers could need it.

Take care of each other, take care of yourselves. Much love. x

You are the best surprise of my life.
—  Poets Love Her
Do not take on the world’s battles until the battles from within are fully concurred. Taking care of yourself is the first priority above all.
—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin