kept to myself

miya-atsumu-miya-osamu  asked:

Most writers tend to focus on oikawa and develops their own version of him and not so much iwa... so what are your iwa headcannons? Like his quirks, hobbies, favorite tv show, favorite way to relax...? I need more iwa-building in general

Some miscellaneous Iwaizumi headcanons! (Implied Iwaoi).

  • He has an excellent poker face, but he’s absolute shit at card games. He doesn’t think through the strategy like Oikawa; rather, he follows his intuition. Which sometimes leads him to win… and other times, not so much.
  • He’s always been fairly tidy and likes things to be organized. He’s much more calm when his surroundings are organized and clear. If he has something he needs to work on, he can’t focus until everything is in it’s place and cleaned up properly.
  • One of his biggest struggles is being honest about his feelings. More often than not, he feels like bringing up his feelings is burdening those around him. So he buries them deep, letting them fester, and - at times - causing him stress and starting fights. As he gets older this is really something that he works on, but it’s never his first instinct to confide easily, or bring up a topic that he needs to talk about but is afraid to. Communication is hard!
  • When he is stressed, sleeping becomes very very difficult.He starts just getting used to this, figuring it’ll pass - he’ll start sleeping soon, when he needs it, when he gets over it - he agrees to talk to his friends when it’s becoming too much and it’s easier when he’s not carrying all these stresses alone.
  • He is the kind of person who can sleep anywhere. On the couch, on his side, curled up in a ball. He prefers to sleep in just his underwear or naked when possible. He loves to cuddle, wrapping his arms around Oikawa and nosing against his neck; he finds this calming.
  • He runs pretty hot. He can’t sleep without blankets - always needs at least one - but prefers to pick a thin one so he can just cuddle and not get too hot. He usually doesn’t notice how warm he is, but he does love it when Oikawa comes over when it’s cold out and the first thing he does is climb on his lap and burrow against his chest, leeching all the warmth possible.
  • He really enjoys and needs physical contact. As a kid, it’s often small - lots of hugs, holding hands. As he grows older, he and Oikawa spend a lot of time cuddling, snuggling, and lots of soft, casual touches - like putting his hand on Oikawa’s back when he walks by while Oikawa is making dinner, or dozing while Oikawa reads, resting his head on his thigh and letting Oikawa run his fingers through his hair. 
  • He snorts when he laughs, when he really laughs, and it’s pretty much the cutest thing on planet Earth. There have been surveys. Everyone agrees. Of course, he doesn’t do this very often, only when he’s very comfortable.
  • He’s afraid of thunderstorms. He has noise-cancelling headphones he wears as a kid, but when he gets older he starts to feel like he should be able to deal with this, so he gets rid of them. When the next storm comes, it’s far worse - but Oikawa’s around when it happens and he gives him some music to listen to, they close the blinds and just hole up together until Iwaizumi is relaxed enough to sleep. From then on he’s gotten better at dealing with it, and being prepared for it. 
  • He doesn’t text a lot - in texts, they are always short and brief, but he replies to every text he gets, even if it’s just a confirmation that he got the message and read it. Oikawa’s gotten a lot of Got it texts. Being clear is very important to him.
  • He is very much always in motion. When he’s thinking or nervous, he paces. He’s a fidgeter, often shaking his leg, tapping his foot, things like that. As a kid it sometimes annoys Oikawa, but the older they get, the more he finds comfort in the little noises, and the movement doesn’t bother him quite so much anymore. 
  • He doesn’t use every facet of social media like Oikawa does, but he is really good at figuring things out when it comes to computers and phones and other tech. He enjoys video games, and he’s quite skilled at them. He loves old games especially.
  • He enjoys wearing jeans and hoodies, but also swaps in sportswear and Oikawa is suffering I mean come on sweatpants like that should not be allowed, you can see too much-
  • He’s always listening to music, no matter what he’s doing, and it’s the best way for him to calm down or amp himself up, whatever he needs.

anonymous asked:

Sorry time....When I was a little girl, my grandfather used to tell me stories about how our family was descendants of selkies. The story he'd tell me was about an ancestor that fell in love with a selkie woman who lost her seal coat and was forced to stay human. Granddad always said that the sea would always call to our blood, pulling is back home. The first time I saw the ocean I was seven and I clearly remember the strong, almost disorienting feeling of wanting to leap into the water (1/?)

I remember my granddad having to hold me back and sit my on the sand and explain how dangerous the ocean was. My mom used to argue with him and tell him not to fill my head with nonsense. But he was from Scotland originally and he believed the story his mother hand told him. I swear back to the ocean at 18 and I felt the same pull but I kept myself on the sand. My granddad said the pull would always be there. He believed that until he died. (2/?)

I’m 27 now and yesterday I took my 5 year old daughter to see the ocean. She stood still for the longest time just staring at it before she took off running to the waves. I grabbed her and sat her down and told her it was dangerous. She looked up and me and said, “Momma, why do I feel like this?” She asked and pointed to her chest then to the water. I also thought my granddad’s stories were just that, stories. I’m going to write a story about this one day, for my grandfather and daughter. (3/3)

When you write that story, I want to read it. This is beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing this <3

anonymous asked:

ceecee that was such a cryptic post what are thre rest of your feelings about this clip

ahhh my feelings are best kept to myself, i think, babe. i’ve learned my lesson with theorizing after evak’s questionable endings watching that season live, so i’m going to sit here and see what julie throws at me next!

“Pardon me, but you’re a Zora, aren’t you? I was hoping perhaps you and I would have a moment to talk…”

(I’d still think Zora!Link is smol LMAO. Also HOORAH for race switch!AU :D)

Zora!Link inspired from @blackowle2’s design! Check it out here!

Mrs Willison’s Homemade Jam

by reddit user FamilialDichotomy

As a child, I was a picky eater like I assume most children are. As my parents tell it, my eating habits transcended normal childhood proclamations of “I don’t like broccoli!” and evolved into a refusal to eat absolutely anything of substance. Things other children might eat and enjoy like chicken nuggets, spaghetti, or even a hot dog were shunned by toddler me. It got to the point, they say, where they and my paediatrician became concerned for my health.

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december 31st, 2015, 10:23 pm: i saw you for the first time. you were talking to a girl and i could tell that you were capturing her with every syllable that left your mouth. and i knew why: you were beautiful and bright, and i was drawn to you even then, like the planets are drawn to the sun.

december 31st, 2015, 11:58 pm: we met standing in line for the bathroom. you introduced yourself, and asked for my name, smiling when i gave it. “lovely,” you murmured, and repeated it a few more times, rolling the letters around in your mouth like a new food.

january 1st, 2016, 12:05 am: i could still feel you on me, your lips, minutes, hours, months later. the clock had struck midnight and you just grabbed me, didn’t ask if it was okay until it was over. you were laughing, brushing it off, all teeth and well-kissed lips, but i knew i saw you blushing. 

january 21st, 2016, 1:12 pm: you got my number through the mutual friend that threw the party. i still don’t know how you got my address. i didn’t remember telling you. you couldn’t tell me, either.

february 14th, 2016, 9:12 pm: you took me out to dinner and bought me chocolate and roses. it was all so cliche, and i loved every second of it. when you kissed me good night, i swore i could feel the rest of my life, pressed right up against my lips.

february 26th, 2016, 11:33 pm: we made it official. i remember how you asked me, how shy you got, like you didn’t know what the answer would be.

march 17th, 2016, 5:43 pm: we spent the day at the saint patrick’s day parade, and you filled yourself with beer and kissed me hard against the bar bathroom door. i drove you home and that was the first time you told me you loved me.

march 18th, 2016, 9:24 am: you called me and told me you loved me again. “i want to make sure that you know i still mean it when i’m sober,” you said.

march 24th, 2016, 1:09 pm: i met your parents at easter brunch. you had demanded i come with you, and i was glad i did. your mother was kind and beautiful, and your father was warm and handsome, just like i knew they’d be. after we’d eaten, your mother got me alone. “he’s never brought a girl home before,” she told me, “normally he isn’t very open about who he’s dating. but you, you’re different. don’t read into this, but i think he may really think you’re special.”

april 12th, 2016, 8:31 pm: you saw me naked for the first time, and you kissed every inch of my skin. i’d never felt that much love from anybody before that night, and i haven’t since. not even you could replicate those few hours.

may 5th, 2016, 4:57 pm: we fought for the first time. i ran into my ex at the grocery store and wanted to chat for a few minutes. you didn’t. when we got in the car, you told me that if i was still in love with somebody else i could just leave, and i told you that you should trust me and not be so insecure about our relationship. we screamed the whole way home and you slammed the car door when i dropped you off. i almost crashed three times on the drive home.

may 6th, 2016, 8:03 am: you came by with flowers and breakfast. “I’m sorry,” you told me, “you just mean so much to me, and the thought of you ever being anyone else’s makes me sick.” i smiled, “but you don’t have to worry about that now. i’m yours.”

june 16th, 2016, 10:51 pm: for my birthday you took me out to dinner and gave me a beautiful necklace with a silver chain and pearl pendant. we drank expensive wine and stumbled back to my place and fucked. i had never been fucked before, not like this. i woke up the next morning with bite marks on my neck and hickeys all the way down my stomach, but you were gone. “had to run,” you’d written on a post it note, “i love you.”

june 18th, 2016, 2: 41 pm: i hadn’t seen you since my birthday and you weren’t picking up when i’d call.

june 19th, 2016, 3:13 am: “ had to run,” the post it note had said. maybe you were running from me. i couldn’t tell if it was the 3 am darkness talking or the part of me that already knew.

july 1st, 2016, 4:01 am: i looked over at you, sleeping in the darkness beside me. when we were together, things felt perfectly normal. but now, i could feel the shifts. “are we falling apart?” i whispered to you, and although i hadn’t expected an answer, the silence broke my heart all the same.

july 4th, 2016, 6:47 pm: we were at a barbecue and i saw you across the crowd, talking to a girl. i saw the way she was drinking up every word that escaped from between your lips, and that’s when i knew. that’s when i knew you weren’t mine anymore.
july 21st, 2016, 7:08 pm: i brought it up to you. “i think we’re starting to grow apart,” i said, “there’s a distance between us that wasn’t here before.” you reassured me that it was all in my head, but i didn’t hear it in your voice. i didn’t see it in your eyes. you knew it was there, too, but unlike me, you weren’t trying to do anything to stop it.

august 10th, 2016, 11:37 pm: i lay awake and thought about what your mother said, all these months later. “don’t read into this.” but of course i did. i couldn’t help myself. fuck, i loved you so much.
august 15th, 2016, 1:12 pm: you invited me over and i discovered that the key you’d given me no longer worked. “i had the locks changed,” you said, “i’ll get you a new one.” it was a lie, and i knew it. you didn’t get me a new key.

september 8th, 2016, 2:00 pm: i caught you cheating. in a desperate attempt to revive the romance we’d had at the beginning of our relationship, i bought dinner and brought it to your place. when you finally opened the door, i saw it written all over your face; the way your eyes widened, the way your jaw dropped, the way your cheeks drained of color. i heard it in the stammer of your voice, the sharp intake of your breath, the grinding of your teeth. when the girl walked up behind you, half naked, asking who it was at the door, i already knew. “how could you?” i whispered, and you just opened and closed your mouth. the girl pieced it together and started screaming. she hadn’t known. i left the food at the doorstep.

september 10th, 2016, 1:49 am: you never called after that, never came by, never reached out, but it wasn’t like we’d needed to confirm anything. i knew it was over, but it took every ounce of willpower i had not to go back to your place and find out why, why everything.

september 27th, 2016, 6:20 pm: i kept finding myself huddled in a ball; in my bedroom, in my kitchen, in my shower. not crying, or yelling. just huddled, clutching my body close to myself, staring. still not understanding.

october 31st 2016, 9:01 pm: i spent halloween haunted by the ghost of you. your face was around every corner. i could still feel your touch trickling down my spine. that night, i lost it. the anger surged through the sadness and bubbled to the surface. i screamed until my throat was raw, screamed at nothing, about nothing, for no reason other than i was too full.

november 10th, 2016, 2:17 am: you called me when you were drunk and i answered. i listened to you ramble, vomiting up apology after apology. near the end, you told me you loved me. “call me tomorrow when you’re sober if you still love me,” i said.  you didn’t. 

november 25th, 2016, 7:15 pm: i went out on a date with somebody new. they didn’t pull me in like you did, but for a few hours, i forgot about you and i felt okay. i drank myself to sleep that night so i wouldn’t have to think about you. the next morning, the hangover hurt more than you did. it was a start.

december 24th, 2016, 8:12 pm: i was spending christmas with my family, and i was doing great until my aunt asked about you. i told her you cheated, but i was doing okay, and then i excused myself and threw up the appetizers into the toilet. i called you then, and when you picked up, i let out a sob. “you ruined me, you fuck,” i croaked, “and you can’t even apologize. not when you’re sober, at least.” there were a few seconds of silence, and then you hung up. i still hope that it ruined your christmas.

december 31st, 2016, 10:23 pm: i saw you for the first time in months across the crowd. it made me sick to know that even after all that had happened, you were still the most beautiful person in the room to me.

december 31st, 2016, 11:55 pm: you found me in the kitchen. “i wanted to tell you i’m sorry,” you yelled over the music, “and i miss you.” and in those final moments of the year, i thought about it. i thought about letting you back in. the countdown started, and you moved closer to me. and i.. i pushed you away. i turned away from you and said, “no. i can’t.” and i walked out of the room.

january 1st, 2017, 12:05 am: i have forgotten how you felt against me, your lips. and for the first time, i am finally okay with that.

—  a year in review -c.h. // instagram: @evanescent.love (via @poeticaffinity)

anonymous asked:

lance,,, Keith,,,, the lights of my life,,,, where are your shades or safety glasses on that motorcycle,,,, you will get dirt or rocks in your eyes,,, (I'm not trying to be rude and point out mistakes btw. this isn't meant to offend in anyway, I'm just trying to encourage good safety procedures. I see a lot of art where they don't have things covering their eyes and that's really dangerous)

Bonus from

LMAO, it is so true, noni!!
No offense taken at all, you are absolutely right XD
 and safety is the most important part (and keith should know it)

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do you know that (8/8) : bts edition

Just leaving this here for all your warm, comfy, chocolaty and cuddly Amedot needs.

I’ve been toying with the idea for a long time that some of the things Yuuri says, especially in the first couple episodes, are not exactly the truth and should be looked into farther. Honestly, we knew Yuuri was unreliable the moment the show opened–he referred to himself as “dime-a-dozen,” when he is literally the only male skater certified by the JSF within canonverse. 

And he made it to the GPF, you know? He’s one of the top 6 skaters in the world, right off the bat! It took us a few episodes to understand Yuuri’s character to realize the context of these statements, but we figured out pretty early on that Yuuri is the embodiment of Unreliable Narrator™. Especially after ep10, jfc. 

Anyway, why I’m bringing this up is because Kubo seemed to confirm a little theory of mine I’ve had stewing for a while and I wanted to share it with you.

So. Episode 1. The commemorative photo scene. 

I wanna first establish that this scene took place before the banquet. During the series run, sometime just afterwards, and occasionally even now there’s debate over when that scene took place. It wouldn’t make sense to happen after the banquet because they’re not only still wearing the team jackets, but they’re also wearing passes

The outside sign has information about the competition 

and Victor is talking to Yuri about his routines

which he probably wouldn’t do if it was up to a day later. 

We know how the rest of the scene goes. Victor seems to not recognize Yuuri at all, mistakes him for a fan, asks if he wants a photo, and then Yuuri leaves, thoroughly humiliated. Or, at least, that’s Yuuri’s version of what happened. I think generally everything that was said got said, all the movements and series of events were the same, but the implications of the offer were different. 

I have multiple anxiety disorders. When I remember something that I felt was a misstep or caused embarrassment, I always remember it slightly off. A person’s tone is more mocking or condescending, my reaction is worse than it was. There’s a lot of shame when it comes to anxiety and your mind immediately assumes you’re viewed to be–and are–on a lower pedestal than everyone else. Yuuri, clearly, has severe anxiety, so I don’t think it’s much of a stretch to think that, since this is from his perspective, maybe reality is a bit different than what he is able to give us. 

Anyway, my thoughts had no basis, so I’ve kept them to myself, but then Kubo came out and said this:

and then the fanbase lit up in flames because Victor know Yuuri was a fan before the banquet. But this also implies one thing I got super excited about: Victor has seen him skate, before the commemorative photo scene. 

meaning that everyone’s preconception that Victor mistook Yuuri for a fan has been completely blown out of the water. 

So, why would Victor ask him about a photo then? 

I think it’s important to keep in mind that Victor likes to make people feel good about their abilities. He likes teaching others, and he likes motivating them too. He gets pleasure out of seeing people rise to their potential. 

Although he’s flighty and kind of an airhead, and tends to ignore what he doesn’t find interesting, I don’t think Victor would ignore the scorings or the competitors landing below 3rd place. Victor clearly knew that Yuuri fell to last place, hard. This is just speculation, but maybe Yuri mentioned to Victor the incident with Yuuri crying in the bathroom. Or, perhaps Victor had already seen the press about Yuuri: he’s notorious for losing his nerve during competitions and failing to meet his potential. When Yuuri goes down, he tends to crash and burn. 

(also honda’s words imply yuuri usually performs very well)

Victor likes making people happy and better versions of themselves. Now he’s faced with the competitor who fell to last place, staring at him a few feet away. A competitor who is known for his anxiety and tendency to shy away from others. A competitor who just so happens to be a fan. So, what is Victor to do to help Yuuri feel better, or even open up a bit?

Initiate conversation. Try to reel him in to interacting with an open, non-threatening question and a tried-and-true welcoming smile. 

“Commemorative Photo?”

Victor didn’t mistake Yuuri for a non-competing fan, he knew who Yuuri was and was just trying his best to make Yuuri feel better. Victor, as we’ve seen throughout the series, resorts to giving comfort through action rather than words first and foremost. Unfortunately for him, this is not what Yuuri needs. 

It backfired. But I think Victor had good intentions. They were strangers so it’s not like Victor could just walk up and start a motivating speech. He tried to invite Yuuri to talk to him, someone Yuuri looked up to, and maybe they could talk and Victor could brighten his day? 

Victor wasn’t very tactile, and Yuuri didn’t stand his ground and identify himself, so they got nowhere with that. 

I’m so glad Kubo said this. This face looks like a combination of surprise and disappointment, perhaps not only in Yuuri rejecting him but also in himself for not being able to help.

and this face 

looks more concerned and surprised that Yuuri showed rather than like “oh shit, he’s a competitor.”

Poor Yuuri. Poor Victor. They really need to communicate better. 

He’d evolved complex coping strategies for being told he was rubbish- he’d had plenty of time to work on those- but nobody had ever told him what he was supposed to do if people suddenly turned round and started using words like amazing and astonishing at him. He was completely overwhelmed, and fairly terrified.

Still re-reading Blue Sky. One of my favorite scenes is in Ch 9 between Garret and Wheatley, and I felt it deserved this meme (never thought I would have to make a meme from scratch, but sometimes you gotta make the content you wanna see in the world, ha)

  • Kagami: I’m your light.
  • Kuroko: And I’m your shadow.
  • Kagami, whispering to himself: I’m his light.
  • Aomine, hiding in the bushes and holding binoculars: this is BULLSHIT
How long, just how long can you keep loving someone who doesn’t love you back? More than 4 years have gone by, and during all that time, I just kept telling myself every night that maybe tomorrow my feelings would fade. Yet, I still wake up every morning to a heart yearning for you.

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I gave a Marvel phone case to Jungkook and he was like “Ah, it’s Malbeol, Malbeol!” [Because he noticed that] I kept thinking about it by myself [he explained] “Do you know what Jiminie-hyung said this was? Jiminie-hyung called it Malbeol~” It was cute.

Translation Notes: Marvel in Korean is spelled 마블. But Jimin apparently pronounces it as 말벌, which means a wasp or a hornet.