larger than the others

Because of Trump’ s visit to Israel, I feel the need to reiterate that American Jews voted for Hillary by a larger margin than any other polled religious group, and by a larger margin of ANY subset other than Black voters. Jews, at least those in America, do NOT support Trump. He will try and pretend that we do, and use Ivanka and Jared to the effect, but he is, as always, lying.

Caracal also known as desert lynx, can survive for long periods without water. Their ears are larger than other big cats, allowing them to navigate preys and escape danger better. They are known for their bird-catching abilities and because of their good sense of hearing they can easily detect birds flying, even birds with specially adapted feathers for silent flight like owl. Altogether, with their long legs and big paws they can leap up into the air to successfully catch their prey.

11 Electrifying Facts about Jellyfish

Some are longer than a blue whale. Others are barely larger than a grain of sand. One species unleashes one of the most deadly venoms on Earth. Another holds a secret that’s behind some of the greatest breakthroughs in biology. In every way, jellyfish are fascinating creatures and today we’re celebrating them with 11 wild facts!

1. Jellyfish have inhabited the ocean for at least half a billion years, and they’re still flourishing even as the sea changes around them.

2. Jellyfish are soft-bodied sea creatures that aren’t really fish. They’re part of a diverse team of gelatinous zooplankton, zooplankton being animals that drift in the ocean.

3. A noted feature of jellyfish is a translucent bell made of a soft delicate material called mesoglea. Sandwiched between two layers of skin, the mesoglea is more than 95% water held together by protein fibers. The jellyfish can contract and relax their bells to propel themselves. They don’t have a brain or a spinal cord, but a neural net around the bell’s inner margin forms a rudimentary nervous system that can sense the ocean’s currents and the touch of other animals.

4. Jellyfish don’t have typical digestive systems, either. These gelatinous carnivores consume plankton and other small sea creatures through a hole in the underside of their bells.

5. The nutrients that jellyfish consume are absorbed by an inner layer of cells with waste excreted back through their mouths.

6. One species of jellyfish glows green when it’s agitated, mostly thanks to a biofluorescent compound called green fluorescent protein, or GFP. Scientists isolated the gene for GFP and figured out how to insert it into the DNA of other cells. There, it acts like a biochemical beacon, marking genetic modifications, or revealing the path of critical molecules. Scientists have used the glow of GFP to watch cancer cells proliferate, track the development of Alzheimer’s, and illuminate countless other biological processes. Developing the tools and techniques from GFP has netted three scientists a Nobel Prize in 2008, and another three in 2014.

7. The jellyfish’s sting, which helps it capture prey and defend itself, is its most infamous calling card. In the jelly’s epidermis, cells called nematocysts lie coiled like poisonous harpoons. When they’re triggered by contact, they shoot with an explosive force. It exerts over 550 times the pressure of Mike Tyson’s strongest punch to inject venom into the victim. 

8. The venom of one box jellyfish can kill a human in under five minutes, making it one of the most potent venoms of any animal in the world.

9. Jellyfish who may be the most successful organisms on Earth. There are more than 1,000 species of jellyfish, and many others that are often mistaken for them.

10. Ancient fossils prove that jellyfish have inhabited the seas for at least 500 million years, and maybe go back over 700 million. That’s longer than any other multi-organ animal. And as other marine animals are struggling to survive in warmer and more acidic oceans, the jellyfish are thriving, and perhaps getting even more numerous.

11. Some jellyfish can lay as many as 45,000 eggs in a single night. And there’s some jellyfish whose survival strategy almost sounds like science fiction. When the immortal jellyfish is sick, aging, or under stress, its struggling cells can change their identity. The tiny bell and tentacles deteriorate and turn into an immature polyp that spawns brand new clones of the parent.

From the TED-Ed Lesson Jellyfish predate dinosaurs. How have they survived so long? - David Gruber

Animation by Silvia Prietov


This post contains the intention of pointing out basic physical traits according to ascendant/rising sign.  Planets conjunct the ascendant can modify the overall physical body feature and appearance.


With Aries rising with physical body becomes ruled by planet Mars.  Distinctive facial feature are often present that really stand.  The face itself can be of a triangular shape; often long and thick while possessing high cheek bones.  The forehead is often of a broad stature with hair that is rough or wiry.  The hair line, especially in men, is prone to a receding nature at the temple and prone to early hair loss.  

Prominent eye brows are usually present, sometimes being bushy.  The neck line is often thick and muscular; especially if it’s worked on. Often the face, temple or forehead region have scars or marks on them that are distinguishable.

The physical body itself often contains a strong up rite bone structure to support a muscular and athletic body tone.  Despite a more muscular build the body height can be a bit shorter towards average in most cases.  The skin can be golden or have a bronze type tint to it.  The walking is confident with an upright posture about it.  There is much purpose in the steps often ripe with determination.  A healthy looking complexion is a strong way to sum up the overall physical physique.

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Humans are weird

So I recently got into the whole “humans are weird/space orcs” thing and it got me thinking, what if we are one of the only intelligent species that lives in large groups? Like, that would be a MASSIVE advantage. Not only would it make us more of a threat to species that live in groups of a dozen or so, but it would also probably boost our technological advancement to a ridiculous speed. But even so we lack a biological caste system which means we have much greater social flexibility than other high population species might. We might be terrifying to other species because a human crew is larger than their city, but none of the humans are unable to do another’s job. Imagine the aliens make a last ditch attempt to stop the human invasion by killing the commander. They succeed and begin to celebrate their victory over these monsters. Then a week later the humans launch a counter attack as revenge. Their superior weapons and ability to take up the responsibilities of their comrades leave the aliens completely unprepared. The result is a massacre.

Bloom — Part I — Summer

REQUEST: Can u write a fan fic about the girl owning a flower shop and Harry coming in to get flowers for someone else but then they fall in love because love is beautiful like a flower


Started writing this oneshot and it turned into four oneshots. I changed it up a bit, but I hope you enjoy. x


The first time that Harry came to her shop, she barely said a word to him.

She knew when she opened her flower shop that Harry Styles lived nearby. It’s basically all that her friends back home could talk about when she announced where she was moving—they were diehard fans, and a few of them even begged her to take them with her so that they could meet the infamous Harry Styles.

She wasn’t shy, and she wasn’t one to get starstruck when face to face with a celebrity (not that she’d ever really met one). But the first time of many that Harry Styles walked into her flower shop, he was on a date.

His date wasn’t a big name or anything, and didn’t look familiar at all. But he was very much enthralled with her—he seemed like the kind of man to give you all his attention when he’s set aside time for you, and that was something she rarely ever really saw. She busied herself behind the counter of the shop, counting receipts and moving some stuff around so that she didn’t look like she was eavesdropping, which she wasn’t.

The shop that she owned wasn’t very big at all—it was just big enough to hold a small greenhouse garden in the back that she used to grow her flowers, as well as the storefront where she sold them (among the shipments she received from other greenhouses that were much larger than her own). It wasn’t exactly LARGE by any standards but she enjoyed it that way. Except it meant that there really wasn’t anywhere to hide, so when Harry Styles and his date decided to walk around and look at her bouquets, she couldn’t help but overhear.

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anonymous asked:

Do you think that anti-Semitism and anti-zionism are synonymous? I didn't think so, but many have said that they are, which doesn't make sense since zionism is separate from the religion and ethnicity and culture (but maybe this is wrong because I'm reading non-Jewish people's viewpoints and it's a way for them to be antisemitic while being edgy)

While anti-zionism isn’t technically the same thing as antisemitism, the line between “Jews don’t have a right to a safe homeland” and “I hate Jews” is awfully precarious. Few can walk it with care and far fewer even bother to try. Anti-zionists are prone to treating accusations of antisemitism as more offensive than actual antisemitism.

Anti-zionists will often use the idea that anti-zionism isn’t anti-semitism to defend antisemitic actions. Just a few things I’ve seen defended as “just anti-zionist.”

- Spreading Rothschild Jewish Banking Conspiracies
- Accusing Holocaust Survivors of controlling the US Government
- Blaming Israel for 9/11
- Denying Jewish History 
- Denying Jewish genetics
- Derailing any conversation of antisemitism by injecting Israel/Palestine into the debate
- Spreading Khazar theories
- Policing how Jews talk about our own history and experiences
- Dictating to different groups of Jews how they should feel about other Jews
- Silencing Israeli Jews on college campuses even if they are there to criticize Israeli Policy
- Treating LGBTQIA Israeli Jews as if their very existence was the same thing as “pinkwashing” Hasbara
- Comparing Jews with Nazis
- Downplaying the severity of the Holocaust
- Acting like the Holocaust was the beginning and end of antisemitism
- Denying that Israeli Jews are Majority non-Ashkenazi and that they are there because of oppression and expulsion by MENA countries.
- Talking over said Jews about how they should feel about Israel
- Dismissing antisemitism against white and/or Ashkenazi Jews 
- Defending and promoting antisemitic figures in the “Pro-Palestine” movement like Holocaust Denier Paul Eisen and Blood Libelist Alison Weir
- Tokenizing Jews most other Jews find reprehensible like the Neturei Karta and Gilad Atzmon so they can prove they aren’t antisemitic
- Dividing Jews into “good Jews” and “bad Jews” based on our opinion on Zionism (which is probably far more nuanced and informed than theirs) and not caring about anything else we think or feel.
- Telling Jewish victims of antisemitism that they should blame Israel instead of the perpetrators
- Blaming Israel for ISIS/ISIL/Daesh
- Ignoring or denying the plights of Jewish refugees
- Ignoring Jewish voices when it comes to our own history and experience of antisemitism
- Cheering and/or justifying the deaths of Israeli civilians
- Boycotting Israel and only Israel despite countries like Russia, China, Pakistan, Turkey and others committing the same sins, frequently on much larger scales
- Demonizing Jews for being activists on anything other than Israel/Palestine
- Telling Jews what is and isn’t antisemitic
- Trying to excuse their own antisemitism by deflecting the question with the etymology of “semite” - Chaim’s Law
- Telling MENA Jews they have no right to their own cultures
- Telling Latinx Jews they have no right to their own culture
- Identity Policing Jews
- Acting like there’s no difference between Jewish refugees from murderous antisemitism and colonial conquerors who came to exploit the local population and resources for a foreign mother country


I could go on.

My point is there’s a reason most Jews I know, even anti-zionist Jews have a severe distrust of non-Jewish anti-zionists and much of it has to do with the points above and so many more. This goes triple for any anti-zionist who isn’t Palestinian. Unlike Palestinians, there’s a good chance their country expelled, oppressed or murdered their Jewish populations, necessitating Zionism in the first place. The fact of the matter is most Israeli Jews are survivors of genocide, oppression and expulsion who went to the one place in the world that would take them in. You can’t treat that last point as a hypothetical. They went to Israel because they wanted to live. They are frequently damned for making that choice by the very people who gave them no other choice. That’s just cruelty. It demonstrates a callous indifference to Jewish life and suffering, and if many Jews consider that to be antisemitic, do you really think you can blame them?

Anti-zionists need to change their tactics and their associations in a major and visible way if they want to avoid accusations of antisemitism from a majority of Jews. And that’s on them, not us. 

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Most frogs are extremely vocal during the mating season, but the goliath frog is not.  In fact, it has no vocal cords, despite having excellent hearing!  During the breeding season, males will push rocks together into semi-circular nests where they will battle with other males to attract females.  The females will lay strings of several hundred eggs attached to masses of a single aquatic plant on the river bed.  Her tadpoles will feed only on this species of plant for the first three months of their lives before they metamorphose.  

Oddly, considering the adult frog’s giant size, the eggs and tadpoles are no larger than those of other frogs when they are young, though they grow to be quite large as they approach metamorphosis!

Kennel Career

Cynn was new to the kennel. She had just begun her job there four days
earlier. In general, only staff who had worked at the kennel for three or more
months was tapped for overnight duty but due to recent budget cuts and a
staff and volunteer shortage, all staff were eligible for overnight duty. One
Friday night, Cynn’s boss asked if she would volunteer for extended overnight
duty. There were no other staff available and the kennel would not be open to
customers but he needed someone to look after the dogs for the next three
days and four nights–he was going on vacation. Cynn agreed. Little did she
know, this would be the start of her Kennel career.

The first night, Cynn went through the normal round of checks–she made sure
the cages were clean, the dogs had plenty of water, the cages were locked, all
doors were locked, and the dogs were clean and fed. Earlier, when she had
walked the dogs, four had gotten loose and rolled around in the mud. She was
going to have to bathe them before she put them in their cages for the night.

The first dog was an Irish Wolfhound. He was pretty big but fairly easy to
handle. Unfortunately, he seemed to want to play instead of get his bath. By
the time Cynn got him into the shower, she was soaked. So she decided to
take off her clothes and shower with the dog. What could it hurt? He was just
a dog. So, after pulling off her wet clothes she went to the Irish Wolfhound’s
cage and led him into the shower. The dog was frisky and slippery. She
dropped the brush she was using to clean him and it fell into one of the side
traps in the floor. To retrieve it she had to get on all fours.

She almost had the brush when the Irish Wolfhound jumped up on her back.
She tried to throw him off and stand up but he growled and lightly bit her neck.
She felt something pointy and hot poking at her backside. She looked between
her legs and saw the biggest dog cock she had ever seen. The Wolfhound was
desperately trying to get his cock into her. She froze. She had heard about
people having sex with animals but she never really believed it. She even had
to admit she was turned on by stories of animals banging women. Instead of
being scared, she was now turned on. She spread her legs a little giving the
dog better access to her cunt. Success! The dog’s cock slipped right into
her. He was soooo big! His cock must have been 9 inches long and 3
around. It was also very hot. The dog began humping her for all he was worth.
No man had ever pounded into her as fast and as hard as this dog was. She
could feel some of his cum inside her but knew there was more to come. Then
she felt something huge banging at the door to her cunt. She looked between
her legs again and saw the dog’s knot. It was the size of a grapefruit! She
wasn’t sure she wanted that inside her. But she didn’t have a choice. The
wolfhound gave three massive lunges and the knot jammed inside her. The
dog thrust four more times, trying to bury into her and then she felt a surge of
hot liquid erupt into her. The dog had cum inside her! Now that the dog had
quite pounding her and the pain from his knot was subsiding Cynn thought
about what had just happened.

She had been fucked by a dog. And she liked it! She hadn’t cum but she
loved the feel of the dog pounding into her; she could even get used to the
knot being inside her; and the cum! It was hotter than anything she had ever
had inside her.

By now the dog grown tired and turned so they were butt to butt. Five minutes
later, his cock dropped out of her cunt with a loud pop. She was getting ready
to stand up when suddenly another dog jumped on her back. She looked
around and realized she had left the cages for the other three dogs open. They
were now crowded around her and each had a massive cock hanging between
its legs.

The dog on her back now was a large dog named Buster. Buster had no trouble
finding her cunt opening. His cock jammed right into her and he became
ramming into her. He was like a jackhammer. Fast, hard thrusts. He was
about the same size as the first dog and since she had survived that fuck
alright, Cynn decided to let herself go with this one. She opened her legs,
leaned down on her forearms, and put her ass high in the air. Buster took this
as accent and began ramming her even harder and faster. She could feel
something building in her. With each of buster’s thrusts she tingled more and
more. When he began ramming her hard trying to get his knot into her she
began pushing her ass back on the dog cock. As Buster jammed his knot into
her, Cynn experienced her hardest orgasm ever. She screamed with its
impact. And has Buster poured his dog cum into her, her muscles milked his
cock for every last drop!

Once Buster was done, Cynn quickly contemplated whether she could handle
two more dog fucks. She was very tired and her cunt ached. But, she thought
just a little too long. The huge Alaskan Husky that had been impatiently
pacing around her and Buster jumped on her back. His cock kept stabbing at
her but never seemed to reach the right hole. She finally reached back
between her legs and grabbed hold of his cock. It was then she realized this
cock was substantially larger than the previous two. It was at least 11 inches
in length and a good 3 to 4 in girth. If it was this big now, how big would the
knot be? She quickly tried to push the dog off her but he weighed a good 90
pounds and was lust-crazed. He growled and bit her shoulder. Realizing she
was stuck, Cynn placed the tip of his cock at the opening of her cunt. He
reared back and slammed all of it into her in one thrust. She screamed. The
dog went wild. He was pounding into her so hard and deep he was actually
moving her closer to the wall. She steadied herself and positioned her arms to
take the pressure of his pounding cock. As he fucked her, the dogs cock got
bigger, it was now tearing at the walls of her cunt. If she didn’t
have two loads of dog cum in her she knew she would have been in a world of hurt. As it was,
she wasn’t sure what she felt most…Pain or pleasure. She had never been so
full. The dog cock filled her up completely. The friction created by his
increasingly fast humping was driving her crazy. The dog was going crazy.
She felt his drool on her back. He was emitting this deep grunts with every
thrust and he kept humping her faster and faster. For the second time in her
life, Cynn had a mind blowing orgasm. She screamed her way through it and
thought she would pass out.

Then the dog succeeded in shoving his knot into her. Instead of stopping his
thrusts, he continued to hammer into her. Cynn came again. And just as she
was emerging from that orgasm the dog let loose a surge of cum that triggered
another orgasm. Now, both she and the dog were panting. Her arms were lying
flat on the shower floor and her head was cradled on them. The dog lay heavily
on her for several minutes. Finally, the dog moved off her as his cock dropped
out of her. Cynn quickly jumped up knowing she could not take another dog
fuck tonight.

Jack, the last of the four dogs, growled and backed her up until she
hit the wall of the shower. He had just seen three dogs fuck the crap out of her and he
wanted his turn. She tried to calm him by speaking in a soft voice but it didn’t
work. She tried to edge around him but he kept up with her every movement.
Cynn finally decided she was going to have to make a run for it. The door was
just a 10 feet away. Jack seemed to sense her intent. He positioned himself
squarely between her and the door. Cynn tried everything she could distract
him. She even called one of the other dogs over to her. Jack turned on that
dog (as Cynn knew he would) and she took off running. She was almost
through the door when Jack tackled her. He growled menacingly and without
waiting for her to get on all fours Jack rammed his huge cock into her cunt. He
plowed into her again and again for what seemed like forever. Having a much
larger cock than any of the other dogs, Jack’s knot was huge. It took nearly
ten minutes for him to jam it into Cynn. While Jack concentrated on showing
his bitch she shouldn’t run from him, Cynn experienced three more mind-
blowing orgasms. And as Jack reared back, plunged into her, and jetted what
seemed to be gallons of cum into her ravaged cunt, Cynn passed out.

An hour later, Cynn woke up in a pool of dog cum. She was laying half in and
half out of the door to the main kennel. She looked back. All the dogs were
asleep in their cages. As she crawled through the door she smiled. She had
three more nights in which to fuck the remaining 15 dogs in the kennel.

Things you'll need for a crystal grid.

A center stone should always be present. This crystal is the all-important communicator acting as the broadcaster of your crystal grids intentions, transforming them into vibrational frequency sending them into the universe. It is the most important piece in your crystal grid, centrally located and larger than the other pieces.

The amount of surrounding stones you use will depend on your personal preference and the design you may choose. To add more dimensions and expand on your design by adding another ring of stones around the first called an outer grid.

An activation crystal is what you use to direct your intentions and energy into your crystal grid. It is your own energy. A crystal or mineral or stone is ideal because it amplify the energies of your grid.

Some optional stuff:

A mirror can help magnify your intentions. By adding a mirror under your grid or under the center stone will help magnify it.

Aligning your grid with the north-south magnetic alignment of the planet could be of good use. Find a good compass that is reliable, not a cheap toy out of a cereal box.

To direct your grid towards another person or area you can use a photo of a person. Make sure the photo was taken when the person was happy and healthy. If you don’t have a picture you can always just write their name on a piece of paper and place it under the center stone. If you’re sending energy to a location on the planet you can use a map of the area and placed it under your grid. If your healing the entire planet a photo of the earth would be ideal.

*my notes from CRYSTAL GRIDS by HIBISCUS MOON*

Breakdown

Requested: can you do one where shawn has a mental breakdown and you have to calm him down

Originally posted by everythingshawnmendes

Your name: submit What is this?

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“Y/n,” You hear Andrew’s voice shouting from the front of the bus. You don’t know why he’s yelling, but he sounds frantic.

You tell your sister, “I have to go. I’ll call you back later.” And you hang up the phone before even giving her a chance to say goodbye as you slide out of your bunk. You’re currently on tour with Shawn because he had asked you to come along, but you miss your family just like he misses his when he’s gone. Whenever Shawn’s busy working, you often take that time to call or FaceTime your family or friends back home. Shawn is currently doing his meet and greet, so you had decided to stay on the bus to talk to your sister over the phone.

As soon as your toes touch the ground, Andrew appears at the end of the hall. “Y/n, there you are!” He practically screams, which slightly startles you because you’re not very far from him, so you don’t really understand why he’s shouting so loudly. “Come with me,” He says, turning around and practically running out of the bus. You’re confused, but decide to not ask any questions as you rush after him.

“Shawn’s freaking out. I think everything’s just been too much lately.” Andrew tells you, while practically jogging into the venue.

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Downy woodpecker (Picoides pubsecens) anatomy

Drawn for my colleagues. On the left, the axial skeleton + pectoral girdle (without any limbs) and the longis colli: the primary muscle responsible for woodpecker drumming. As you might expect, it’s much larger in woodpeckers than other birds.

On the right: all of the above, plus the ol’ pectoralis major, responsible for the downstroke/powerstroke in bird flight.

I will eventually shade the rest of the skeleton.

Go With The Flow - part 2

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Word Count: 4,228

Warnings: swearing, smut

Betas: @quiddy-writes and @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid

Summary: At a con (VanCon 2013), you and Jared take the opportunity of the fact that both of you are single and more than ready to mingle.

A/N: I love Genevieve, Jared, and their marriage. This is not anti-Gen in any way.

Liz left you on the floor below the one you were supposed to meet Jared on. To ease your nerves, you decided to take the last flight of stairs and walked slowly down the hallway to room 490, all the way at the end. You had to be walking past all the con celebrities, and your heart beat even faster. If you were seen up here by anyone, another guest, a fan, shit could hit the fan real fast.

You knocked twice on the door and brushed your hair out of your face with trembling fingers. This isn’t good, it’s gotta be a prank, he’s fucking known for pranking people, for God’s sake…

Then the door opens, and you’re face-to-face with Jared. Fucking. Padalecki.

Holy shit.

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Rare Anatolian Neolithic Stone Idol, 6000-4000 BC

A highly stylized, schematic stone idol, shaped from unpolished marble, with five copper nails inserted into drilled holes around the upper “head” portion of the body, and hammered flat to secure them. The body is composed of two rounded portions joined in a thinner section at the neck, with one rounded portion slightly larger than the other (the “head”), and the other side with a flattened bottom with a deeply incised quadrant motif carved into it. The head has a small hole drilled into its top that may also have once held a copper nail. Incised lines, especially on one face, give it further details, perhaps of eyes and a headdress.

One of the most common shapes of the Anatolian marble idols, the so-called “figure of eight” shaped figurine, is characterized by a very distinct division between the head and the body. Most have a flattened form, but some, like this one, are more three-dimensional. These figures are found particularly in western Anatolian sites like Troy. They were made for worship, most likely in household shrines or carried in cult rituals. The bronze nails provide a tantalizing glimpse into some of the ways that they were revered.

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Napoleon Bonaparte’s brother Joseph once claimed to have had a run in with the infamous Jersey Devil. Following Napoleon’s defeat, Joseph went to America where he purchased 800 acres in Bordentown, New Jersey. As he was hunting in the forest near his home, he noticed tracks, seemingly donkey tracks, but if the donkey were walking on its hind legs - upon recounting his tale to friends, Joseph mentioned that one hoof was larger than the other. He followed the tracks curiously until they ended. That’s when the beast let out a hissing sound and he turned to face it. Joseph described the creature as having a horse-like head, a long neck, wings like a bird’s, legs like a crane, and small stumpy arms that ended in paws. Upon freezing, where he and the beast just met eye-to-eye, the creature let out another hiss and took off into the air. 

MatsuHanaIwaOi headcanons

Photographer Mattsun

I have this huge headcanon that Matsukawa absolutely loves photography, his favorite thing in the world being candid shots of people in their daily lives. Such photos are hard to capture, because everybody instantly poses or plasters on a fake smile whenever they see a camera pointed at them, but he’s mastered being able to get photos without his friends noticing.

- he almost always has his camera with him. Whether in school, in practice, at home, or walking around town. He always makes sure to have it on hand in case of a great opportunity.

- He never really told anybody about his passion. He alway felt as though people would think it was weird, or stupid. The other boys on the team only learned about it when they visited his house, and saw countless photos plastered all over his walls.

- They accepted him - of course they did. Why wouldn’t they? - and asked to see some of his own photos. He didn’t put his own up on his wall because he didn’t like others being able to see it so freely. It felt like they were invading his brain.

- After some much needed convincing, he reached under his bed and pulled out a stack of photo albums, each supposedly organized by year.

- the other third years were shocked to see how many amazing photos he had taken, and even more surprised when they began to see photos of themselves. Their team alone took up almost two books.

- after the four of them started dating during college, he began taking even more photos of them. He’d never been as passionate about volleyball as Iwaizumi and Oikawa, so no longer playing gave him the time he needed.

- He was at the coffee shop Iwaizumi worked at - Visiting as usual - when he got side tracked, and ended up dropping one of his folders. He didn’t realize he’d done so, and he’d ended up leaving it behind when he went to his own job.

- later in the day, a customer went up to Iwaizumi with the folder and asked about it. He recognized it as Matsukawa’s instantly, and explained that it belonged to his boyfriend. The customer introduced themselves as the owner of a local gallery, showcasing artists and photographers in the area. He gave Iwaizumi his number for the gallery, and said that Matsukawa should call him if he ever wants to sell his photos.

- Of course, as soon as his next break came, Iwaizumi called Issei, telling him what happened. When the four of them were home in the apartment that night, they all assured him that he should call the gallery owner.

- Eventually he did so, and was told that the gallery wanted to buy his photos and put them up in a show. He was shocked, as nobody had offered to buy his photos before. Eventually, he made a deal with the gallery owner, who supposedly wanted photos from the folder he had seen in the coffee shop.

- He went through the folder to see what he would be willing to sell, and embarrassedly realized that said folder was full of nothing more than photos of him and his boyfriends.

- Oikawa and Hanamaki in their Pajamas, curled up together on the couch watching a movie.

- Iwaizumi and Hanamaki working together to make dinner, more or less. Hanamaki had his arms around Iwaizumi’s waist with his chin resting on his shoulder as he watched him cut vegetables.

- Oikawa mid serve, the back of his body towards the camera, with the light shining in front of him.

- Iwaizumi leaning against Mastukawa’s shoulder, half asleep. His eyes drooped shut, and his usually furrowed eyebrows were relaxed, as he looked up at Matsukawa with a lazy smile.

- Hanamaki standing at his easel, a paint brush in hand as he stared intently at whatever he was painting. His cheek had a smear of blue paint on it, which he had forgotten about until the next morning.

- for Matsukawa, a lot of these photos were really personal; glimpses into his life with his boyfriend; parts of his life that he wanted nobody else to see.

- He eventually decided to sell the few photos that he had copies of. One of Oikawa lying on Hanamakis chest, smiling up at him as he runs his hands through his unnaturally pink hair. Another was of Iwaizumi, pressing a soft kiss to Oikawas injured knee, as he helps him remove his brace. The third was Oikawa, Hanamaki, and Iwaizumi lying together on their shared bed. Both Iwaizumi and Hanamaki were asleep, but Oikawas eyes were sligtly open, and he was staring at Matsukawa with pure love and adoration in his eyes, as if he didn’t realize the camera existed.

- The photos were hard for him - emotionally - to sell. He felt as if he was selling secret pieces of his relationship; pieces that even his older sisters (another headcanon) had never even seen. With the others encouragement, he managed it.

- He was a bit shocks when he received quite a bit more money than he thought he would for the photos. He hadn’t expected so much, based on the initial price they had told him. The first day of the gallery presenting his photos, he found out why he had gotten so much.

- his section had been titled ‘Matsukawa Issei - Everlasting Love’ and featured more than just the photos he had chosen to sell. There were more that contained him; ones that he thought had been thrown in his desk drawer and forgotten about; he had never liked seeing pictures of himself. There was also photos from when the four of them were younger. Some in highschool, and even middle school. It showed them playing volleyball together, watching movies together, even studying together.

- there was at least twenty extra photos. Some were blown up to be larger than others, and some remained the same size as they had been in his folders.

- he was just about to turn and ask the gallery owner how he’d gotten the extra photos, when he noticed that the other three were smiling at him. He then realized that they had probably gone through his photos, and looked for ones that they thought should’ve been in the show, and sent them to the owner. He wanted to feel angry about it, but he couldn’t. He knew they had meant to do it to make him happy, so he accepted it.

- as the show went on, people continuously came up to them. Some said that their relationship was wrong; that it was a sin, or it was cheating or being greedy and selfish. Others said they loved the way he presented each of his boyfriends differently, showing the way he pictures them in his head. By the end of the show, he had three more galleries wanting to purchase his photos.


Somebody please take my phone away from me. I should not be allowed to write things like this. I have even more headcanons about photographer Mattsun, but I’m not going to add anymore right now.

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