my new tags for these losers

NEW SERIES ALERT!

Titled: Dirty Deeds

Summary: Lone wolf assassin, James ‘Bucky’ Barnes gets more than he bargains for when he receives the contract to kill you. 

A/N: I’ve been obsessing over this fic idea for a while. I think reading the tag line, one would assume that this will be a dark read. Well, quite the opposite. It should read really goofy and ridiculous. There will be implied murders, implied smut, but overall just a cast of losers being their loser selves. 

Schedule: The first part is scheduled to post 11/8/17 at 8:00PM EST to give people time to asked to be tagged. 

I will be accepting replies to this post as tags ONLY.  There are 25 spots available. Thank you!!! 

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missing, if seen, please report to- [ teen!richie x teen!reader x teen!stan ] .2

summary: it’s the 90′s and richie tozier is still in love with you. in an unexplainable turn of events, the losers are led to believe that pennywise is back. and that you’re missing because of him.

chapter summary: stan remises on how he didn’t like you until he finaly did

warnings: none YET

a/n: if anyone wants to be tagged lemme kno. also, each chapter will feature a new perspective, tho we will be mostly richie and stan and beverely

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MASTERLIST.

PART 1. PART 3.

Stan Uris takes a quick breath, accompanied by an even quicker step as he, and the rest of the now worried Losers, try to catch up with him on the road to your house. The October sun burns brightly, not a cloud in the sky and so the whole street reflects with nearly irritating luminosity. It’s hot. Hot for such a cold morning, hot for Fall and hot enough to make Stan unzip his jacket and let the cool air caress his skin. It is entirely possible that he’s simply hallucinating this change in weather, proved by the fact that two girls pass the gang, huddled up in scarves and hats and fur boots. But Stan can’t help it he is so anxious.

After all, if Pennywise did get you, it is entirely his fault.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: transboy!richie where its how every loser found out that richie was trans. It could be set whenever but modern au could be easier! It could be either richie telling some of them or some of them figuring it out themselves. Whatever you want. :)

i fucking LOVE THIS. i really hope i do this justice okay let’s go i went with the modern au

for those who asked to be tagged in all my work: @arielgirly@trashmouth-smashmouth@mzcescapie@somenates27, @reddiesballoons, @cawcawhawkeye, @richietoaster

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Red vs Blue characters as shit I posted on my personal tumblr tag

Simmons  it’s midnight I’M IN THE FUTURE

Grif procrastination is paradoxically a form of coherence and constance, so who’s the loser now? B)))

Sarge  I CAN’T BELIEVE I LOST A PHYSICAL FUCKING FIGHT AGAINST A LITERAL TANGERINE

Donut I’M NOT WEIRD, I AM A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE

Lopez Tell your girl she’s a burina, it means woman of a stunning elegant beauty in Italian.

Church  Sometimes I want to kill myself but then I remember that there are so many new people that I can meet and annoy and that fills me with happiness

Tucker Why slut-shaming when we can be slut-sharing? Recommend me some good hoes!

Caboose If tables ran they would be faster than me because I only have two legs.

Sister  I just dropped chocolate ice-cream on my left tit and I’m all sticky but it’s hot af in here so I’m keepin it tbh

Doc  I may be broke, but I’m healthy af because I am having a banana for lunch. I am one with nature!

Tex You cannot guilt trip me for being more talented than you are. Sorry.

Washington  Guess who’s been having terrible nightmares involving dead animals for years now? This guy.

Carolina  I’m in a very romantic mood so let’s plant something and watch it grow healthy and beautiful before I change my mind and punch you in the face

North  My sister skipped school to study the best angle to take pictures of the dog to make it look like it took a selfie. Priorities have been respected.

South I love that seeing my posts nobody would ever tell that I am the one who shuts the fuck up, in the family.

York I just accidentally called God “bro”

Wyoming I’m a huge fan of irreal things such as dragons, unicorns and you not being a bitch.

The Director   It’s not murder if you say ‘oops’ afterwards

The Councelor  This world is way too fakely polite to agree with my justified rage. I might consider punching a wall. Stay tuned.

The Chairman I don’t “smile”, I grin as I watch the world burn.

Felix  I may be an awful person, but I am an AWESOME character. Y’all know it.

Locus   do you ever eye roll so hard you have an orgasm

Temple  My dream is to make the whole world feel uncomfortable

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                                   i like to call myself a specialist in complicated acquisitions.
                                                           loved profusely by monty.

bruises [ stan uris x reader ]

summary: bowers cuts (name)’s hair off and stan comforts her

warnings: mentions of child abuse, henry bowers being a dick

a/n: this is written for @superwolfiestar ‘s “Beauty and the Beast Halloween prompt challenge”! this is day 17 and prompt purple. Also, I used @horrificmemes
31 Horrific Days v2 [October Writing Challenge] ! same day, prompt sratching. also, request by anon and @michelangeluicould pretty pretty please (with a cherry on top) write more stan stuff? he’s adorable. also your writing style is one of the best here on tumblr, i love it  /  could you do a Stan Uris x Reader where the reader has really long and curly hair and she really loves it and the Bowers gang gets her alone one day and they cut it off and she goes to stan after? thank you!!

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It’s October 16th and there are exactly ten purple bruises on your body that hurt from the slightest touch and three scratches from long nails that had gripped your upper arm too rough. Sometimes you count how many dot your body. They appear so often that it’s the only bright side to the dark void that has become your life. Days pass slow and you wear longer sweaters each day, even if it’s summer, long skirts and long pants and never wear swimsuits because that is too revealing. Because one scary day someone will ask what goes down back at home. And when that day comes, you won’t know what to say. So you hope it never does. But now is Autumn. Chilly weather urges you into heavy clothing that covers you to a T. The skies are a bit brighter. And so is your day when you spend it with Stan Uris.

See, you have this beautiful wild curly hair. Stan has a similar hairdo, so you always felt a connection with him because of this. He always called your curls pretty, too. And that is exactly the reason you developed a crush on him.

You love your hair. It’s your prettiest aspect, at least that’s what you believe. You love how it bounces by your sides as you walk. You love how playful and full of life it is. But most of all, you love how it can’t be ruined. Can’t be decorated with icky bruises and deep scratches.

So naturally you are in shambles because Henry fuckface Bower’s cut it off.

It’s October 16th and you were walking by the Barrens – your home is quite a walk away, but you don’t mind since you don’t want to go there anyway so a long trip doesn’t hurt, - letting your mind wander to what had happened today. Stan Uris, a cute boy in your class, had asked you to join him and his friends for lunch. You have seen the boys around before, and you’re quite familiar with Beverly though you wouldn’t call her your friend. Yet. Today you had the feeling that you were finally apart of something bigger. That you’re finally accepted for who you are and not mocked for wearing clothes ‘not fit for a girl’. Despite yesterday and today’s morning being an utter shitshow, the afternoon had been a bliss of love struck glances and friendly jokes.

Then Bowers showed up, all smug and powerful and reminding you so much of your father that you grew small and insignificant in front of him. He and his goons that drooled behind him had informed you that you had ‘joined the loser’s club’ and ‘this is your initiation’. Confused and frightened, but trying not to give in, your eyes had darted around for an escape route, possibly a passing car to cry out for help. But nothing. There was no escape, and that realization dawned too slow and you didn’t have enough time to move. Bowers’s friends grasped your upper arms and lifted you – the bruises squished and hurt, - and you barely stopped yourself from releasing a pained yelp of surprise. Bowers took out silver scissors from his pocket and you paled; your mouth pried to say something, anything, but all that came out was a meek pleading breath as tears picked at the corners of your big (color) eyes.

You pound on the Uris household’s door. Your cheeks are dyed in blotches of red and few tears had dried on your cheeks. Smoke comes out your mouth as you mutter ‘please’ over and over again, until you hear footsteps approaching and a note of panic strikes. What if Stan isn’t home? What if his mother opens the door and then what will you say? She’ll ask what had happened to you. Then she will ask why you didn’t go home instead. And then you’ll have to tell her and you’ll be in so much trouble and—

“(Name)?” Stan calls you surprised, standing by the open door with his eyes narrowed as if he can hardly recognize you. Your breath hitches in your throat and a bitter taste floods your mouth. A new batch of tears rolls from your fingertips: squeezes your heart and throat painfully before finally striking your eyes and in desperation you rush to him and hug him tightly. He is still for a moment, unsure of what to do and what is happening, but feeling his shirt damp from your muffled cries he hurriedly hugs back, running his fingers through the tips of your now short hair, “What…happened to it?” He asks gently, but you simply shake your head.

He had let you in. Gave you his favorite blanket and seated you in the living room, on the couch, as he ran to make hot cocoa. Then he gave you his mug – one with power rangers, - sat next to you and intertwined his fingers with yours. Frankly, he wasn’t sure what he was doing exactly. His mind was set ablaze with hurt and anger upon seeing you so…broken and he wanted to do everything he could to help you. He just didn’t know what. So he did what his mother used to do when he was sad – hot cocoa and blankets. The hand holding is entirely his spin on it. A subconscious reaction. Wanting to run his fingers through your pretty hair is one, too.

“I-I-I-It was B-Bowers…” You murmur, your voice still riddled with sobs as you stare into the black screen of the TV. Stan frowns.

“We’ll get back at him, I promise—“ But you shake your head again and his brows knit together in worry. Finally, you look at him, fix a crooked smile and he can feel his heart breaking.

“I don’t want him to hurt you, too…” You say, “I mean…Look at me. Look what he did to me. I look…disgusting.”

Now he’s shocked. The crying, Bowers bullying you - that he can understand, but you…Saying that, when to him you are the prettiest girl he had ever seen in his life? Impossible, and he leans in almost unconsciously in alarm, his eyes wide in surprise as he catches your gaze, “What? No, no, no don’t ever say that, you’re—“ His free hand comes to curl a lock of (color) hair around his finger, feel the soft fiber, admire the way the Autumn sun shifts and plays on it through the window, “you’re beautiful, (Name).” Your heart catches in your throat and you look at him – he looks just as surprised by his words as you are. Tears subdue. You feel the tips of your ears burn with fire, “We actually…have matching hairstyles, now. Which is pretty fucking cool if you ask me.”

You smile, feeling so genuinely overwhelmed by his positivity and how much he cares about you that you can hardly hold back a new batch of happy tears. With a faint sniffle you squeeze his hand, “Thank you, Stan.”

He cracks a smile of his own, “You should never thank anyone for telling the truth…”


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Sweater

A short silly fic, a few days late for kagehina day, featuring a familiar ratty old sweater <3 


 It happens like this every winter.

It’s not like they don’t have sweaters to spare. Hinata has hundreds, it seems, sagging on hangers and folded on shelves and pouring out of the bottom of the closet, and Kageyama’s supply is far from lacking, so he doesn’t understand, really, why year after year when the cold weather creeps in, this has to start up all over again.

This being: the sweater hunt.

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can't fight this feeling | part 1

Originally posted by wyattswolfs

( gif not mine. )


↳ table of contents: part 1 part 2 part 3 
↳ pairing:
bill denbrough x reader au
↳ summary: When young [Name] [Lastname] moved to Derry, she always had the goo-goo eyes for Bill Denbrough, but he never really returned those feelings. Until one event changed it for both of them, that they weren’t able to fight their feelings any longer.
↳ a/n: THIS IS AN AU BTW, so i’ve been obsessed with this movie, called ‘flipped’ for days now, and it just inspired me to write this. SOOO YAYAAYYAY. also, listen to the song 'can’t fight this feeling’ by REO speedwagon, but i also do suggest the cover of the glee cast! now, carry on reading! part one of // ??


[NAME]


        I was only eight years old when I first saw Bill Denbrough — oh the infamous Bill Denbrough! My family and I just moved to Derry, in hopes to start fresh from our old life. When I exited our car, I saw him sitting with his younger brother. I saw how his lips turned up to a huge smile, while he makes a paper boat for his brother.

“[Nickname], honey?” My mom called out to me, as she carries a box loaded with our things, but I neglected her as I continue staring at the boy just across our nee house.

“Oh, I see,” I whipped my head to look at her, while she gives me a smirk.

“I was just looking at their house, you know… it looks nice, l-like ours!” I smiled nervously at her, my mom laughs at me.

“C'mon sweetie, just talk to him,” My mom grins. Dad walked passed us, while he shouts out, “Yea sweetie! Go on!”

“B-But I need to help you unload the—” I started, but was cut short by my mom.

“Go on [Nickname]! It’s fine, go talk to him — I mean, them, now.”

With a quick kiss on the cheek and slightly tinted cheeks, I walk over my new neighbors.

“Hey! I’m [Name], nice to meet you!” I stick up my hand to the boy — same age as me, while he stops talking to his little brother to look at me. I expected him to give me a smile or something, but instead he gives me this slightly annoyed look, while my smile dropped.

His eyes, oh his eyes! It was like there were stars in his eyes, shining ever so brightly.

“Hello, I’m Georgie!” His younger brother grinned at me, shaking my hand instead. My smile reappeared on my face.

“Georgie, m-m-mom told u-us not to talk to strangers, and clearly she i-i-is one!” I heard the boy whisper to his brother, not so subtly. My smile dropped once more, while Georgie gives me a sad glance.

“But she just said she was [Name]! Right?”

I nod at Georgie, while his brother gives me a disapproving glance. “Well, I-I-I’m Bill. There are y-you happy? Let’s leave n-n-now, she’s annoying u-us!”

I saw how annoyed he was with me when I didn’t even do anything wrong. Nevertheless, I tried once more.

“I just wanted to be friends, I’m new to this place after all,” I fidgeted with my fingers.

“Go talk t-to the others i-i-instead, we’re b-b-busy as you c-can see,” Bill gritted, I continued to stare upon his breathtaking eyes.

“O-Okay,” I sighed, walking back to our new house sadly. All the good vibes I once held awhile ago, all down to the drain.

Why was Bill so annoyed at me, when I didn’t even do anything wrong?

I noticed that our things were fully unloaded from the boxes, and then I entered our new house with a frown on my face.

“Everything okay, sweetie?” Dad asked, while I take a seat on our sofa, sadness evident on my face.

“The boy across our street is annoyed at me when I did nothing wrong at all? Why is he like that daddy?”

Mom then enters the living room, a mug of coffee prepared just for my dad. “Don’t worry hunny, boys are really like that. Your dad was like that when I first met him,” Mom says, as she hands dad his coffee.

“Give it time [Nickname], I’m sure he’ll warm up to you — soon,” Dad takes a sip of his coffee, while he and my mom sneak a glance at each other.

“Well, I hope he warms up to me real soon,” I sighed.

And I didn’t know that wish didn’t come that quick — it was a slow burn.


I can’t fight this feeling any longer
And yet I’m still afraid to let it flow


BILL


        When I first saw [Name] [Lastname], I thought she was the most annoyingly pretty girl in the whole universe. I was making a paper boat for Georgie, when a red car passed by us.

“Oh look Billy! We have new neighbors!” Georgie pointed at the unfamiliar red car parked in front of us. A girl my age exited the car with ease, a smile on her face.

No, no no, I chanted over and over in my head. My calm aura out of me — which Georgie took notice.

“Billy? Are you okay?”

I snapped back to reality, to see Georgie’s doe eyes staring straight into me. Grinning at him, I continue folding the thick sheet of paper.

We have new neighbors, and it’s a girl! Girls have cooties! I told myself, while Georgie leans his head on my shoulder.

After a few folds here and there, I finally finished making a paper boat for Georgie. I labeled his boat with an ’S.S. GEORGIE,’ and finally handing it to him. He takes the boat into his palms and grins.

“Thank you, Billy!”

I felt a smile appear on my face as well, “N-N-No problem G-Georgie.”

“Oh lookie Bill! Our new neighbor is walking towards us,” he whispered to me, while I see the girl, indeed walking towards us.

“Hey! I’m [Name], nice to meet you!” She plasters this huge smile, while she sticks her hand to me. I was thinking of shaking it, but then I remembered what I told myself just a few moments ago. Instead, I glared at her and didn’t shake her hand — which I knew was very rude of me.

“Hello, I’m Georgie!” Georgie grinned at her, shaking her hand instead.

“Georgie, m-m-mom told u-us not to talk to strangers, and clearly she i-i-is one!” I whispered to him, not so subtly. [Name]’s smile dropped once more, while I felt a pang of guilt in my chest once again.

“But she just said she was [Name]! Right?”

She nodded at Georgie, while I give her a disapproving glance. “Well, I-I-I’m Bill. There are y-you happy? Let’s leave n-n-now, she’s annoying u-us!”

I really felt bad for not giving her a chance. It was also very rude of me, but then I continued on being rude to her.

“I just wanted to be friends, I’m new to this place after all,” She fidgeted with her fingers.

“Go talk t-to the others i-i-instead, we’re b-b-busy as you c-can see,” I gritted, as I she continues to gaze into my eyes.

“O-Okay,” she sighed, walking back to her new house sadly.

Once she was out from my vision, Georgie turned to look at me.

“Billy! Why were you so rude to [Name]? That wasn’t very nice,” Georgie frowned, while I sighed.

“N-N-Nothing Georgie,” I avoided his gaze, and it was now his turn to sigh.

“Okay then.”

I never understood why I could ever dislike a girl like [Name] [Lastname]… until now. Was it because of her or was it also because of me?


— to be continued




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Uhh, a Reddie soulmate fic?

Based on this post I made, some people wanted me to write it out, so I am! Here’s the first one with RichiexEddie, and I plan on doing the other 2 soon. It’s not very well written oops but hey it’s my best shot at sitting down for an hour??????? It’s also longer than intended so oops???????


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anonymous asked:

hi senpai! what are your recommendations for skk and fyoya fics? love your blog!

OKAY IT’S THAT TIME OF THE MONTH AGAIN RUBS HANDS HERE WE GO

I’ve already made 2 fic rec posts HERE and HERE but because I lurk like a loser here are some more recs:

- Anything and everything by Kuranoa. Hands down one of the best fyoya + skk combi writers in my book, really lovely humor but when she angsts it smashes you until you’re a pile of dust and you hate yourself but you keep reading. And my god her Chuuya is badass adorable

- Anything by Memos. Not even gonna lie I cry over her nsfw at least 30 times a day then cry some more in the bathroom then cry some more before I go to bed because her fics are just that good

- Anything by AnonLearnsToWrite. Their humour is grade S excellent I laugh everytime, it’s really so on point and their plots are so damn precious and I really love their characterizations of Dazai. But can they please update Three’s a crowd because I’m dying. 

- Anything by writingfromtheshadows. Especially if you’re a fan of mafia boss Dazai and badass Chuuya. The ust can drive you nut at times but they do compensate with… several pieces of delicious nsfw and generally I just want more but pls stop killing me with the ust.

- At this point, deep sighs, sells soul to devil, anything by Kibasix. But everyone and their fifth removed cousins know I’m blatantly a Kibasix fangirl so what else is new really. 

- All the skk fics by WhisperingWinds99 because I’m kind of a loser and haven’t really read their sskk ones. BUT THEIR FICS ARE REALLY ADORABLE AND PRECIOUS AND IT SOOTHES MY SOUL EVERYTIME MY FLUFFY ANGEL AMONG ALL OF YOU ANGSTY DEVILS. 

- I generally really love hitherelovely’s fics because mmmmmmm their Dazai is delicious and just KDSJFHAKJFHAKF FANS SELF but their themes might be a bit heavy for some of you so this is a rec but rec with caution please read tags carefully before proceeding.

- Noir. This fic is one of the rare instances where I have to say that the portrayal of Chuuya is perfect. It explores his relationships with other characters in such a good way that it makes everything in my soul hurt. And the realistic ending of it makes me cry all the way until this day. Please. For the love of God. Read it.   

- Touch me. AKA THAT ONE TEACHER! DAZAI/MILITARY!CHUUYA THAT I FINALLY GOT HOLY SHIT INCOHERENT KEYBOARD SLAM. Very detailed setting, Chuuya is the cutest, Dazai is a little shit just like how I want him to be, and the smut… oooooh boooooooy. I’ve already recced her in my last posts and there’s a sequel in progress as well so tbh just check out her profile

A Spring Without You is Coming. Aka that one fic that made me curse three times in the span of 2 minutes 48 seconds because WOW WHO AUTHORIZED THAT HOW DARE  YOU WHAT THE FUCK. No seriously what the fuck. What. Who hurt you.

Mommy Is Daddy’s Only! THIS ONE HAS BABY SKK AND IT’S REALLY CUTE AND IT ALSO HAS FYOYA AND TACHUU IN IT SO HELL YEAH. Or you can just read it solely for Akutagawa throwing his milk bottle in Fyodor’s face.

- 1893. Oh my god. Dazai’s POV in this. I’m just. I have no words. Actually I have one word. Gorgeous. Absolutely stunning. Wow that’s 3 words but okay it’s so good it would deserve 3 thousand words but I’m just mostly speechless.

- Eight time’s the charm. Ever feel like being cockblocked? Then cockblocked some more? Then cry because you got so cockblocked you don’t know what to do? This is just the right fic for you. Just. Trust me. Go for it. 

- The Courtesan. Let’s see. You have Fyoya and SKK. You have courtesan Chuuya (whisper through gritted teeth yes holy shit). You have your one and only Moulin Rouge AU. And the writing is gorgeous. Need I say more chop chop get on it but BRACE YOURSELF FOR THE FRIGGIN PAIN BECAUSE MOULIN ROUGE. 

Hi! I’m a new SNS art/fic/???/… blog! An amateur artist (as you can tell from the pic above lol) and cringe-worthy fanfic writer(i will NOT expose my loser AO3′s identity). I’m here to give these two idiots and the fandom as much love as my cold heart can.  ❤️

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losers club ships + halsey songs

alright since part two of distraction won’t be up until later this week you guys can have these headcanons i came up in the car while listening to halsey!! also shoot me an ask if you wanna be on the tag list for distraction part two! (:

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because whenever richie kisses bill it feels like he’s smoking. he feels free and everything pent up in his chest disappears. they both wanna get the hell away from their parents, and go somewhere new.

because stan loves his religion, but he hates it at the same time. he loves it because him and bill were two different people. he loves it because he knows he can cry to bill whenever he needs to. he loves it because he feels like he’s floating whenever he lays with bill. he never felt religion until the first time he layed with him, and that’s why he hates it.

because the both of them, usually stan, comes to school with love bites all over his neck after a weekend with richie. they spend most their weekends in richie’s car, listening to punk rock (that stan says he hates, but actually enjoys), and drawing pictures in the windows when it gets cold. everyone knows they’re together, but they’ll never tell. they still consider it a secret- even if it’s not.

because the first time they sleep together bev stands in her shower sobbing and scrubbing her body until it burned because she thought she was turning into the slut her father said she was. she tries to break up with bill and stop seeing him- but she can’t, and she always comes back for more. and she cries in his arms instead now.

because they take all of their emotions out on each other. they scream and hit and yell and cry, but end up hastily making out against the door every time. they buy each other smokes and alcohol and sit and get drunk together when richie’s parents are being worse than usual. it may not be very healthy, but it works. (and no matter what- richie will never tell mike he loves him. because that’s a sin).

because richie always tells eddie to do crazy things, and no matter how scared eddie is, he always does it. they break into hotel swimming pools, go on random road trips together whenever the hell they feel like it (always having sex in the back of richie’s car- he’d never tell, but it’s the best place eddie’s ever given him head). they kiss a lot to forget about their parents.

because when eddie’s mom finds out he’s kissed bill denbrough on the mouth, she refuses to let eddie see him anymore and they meet in secret. it’s not the climbing-into-each-other’s-window type secret, it’s the making-out-under-the-bleachers and meeting-at-the-park-at-midnight type secret. they end up going to prom together anyway.

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feel free to add more!! i know i didn’t include all the ships!

Tag List Cleanup - Part 2

So, my tag lists are huge and I’m gonna attempt a cleanup. I have to do this in 2 parts or tumblr will break the tags. Sorry for the dash clutter.

Please Read Before Sending Me Stuff:

If you want to remain where you are on my tag lists, hit the like button. That’s all. You don’t need to send me an ask to tell me. Simply, click like.

If you want off a certain list but want to stay on others, send me an ask (not a reply, message, or reblog, send an ASK) and tell me which list(s) you’d like to be removed from.

If you want off all my tag lists, do nothing. I will automatically remove you after August 6th.

I am not moving people from list to list nor am I adding any new people to my tag lists at this time. If spots become available after this cleanup I’ll open the sheet and you can add yourselves. Please don’t ask to be added or moved at this time.

If I do not hear from you by August 6th (one week), you will be automatically removed from all tag lists.

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Hyper Projection Engeki Haikyuu
Winners and Losers
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Takato
Hyper Projection Engeki Haikyuu - Winners and Losers has started work today!
Sure enough, how will Kenma and Kuro develop!?  
In any case, I’ll be devoting my days to making the best stage play I can together with Shouri and everyone else.  
Right?  Shouri!

Shouri
Yeah.
But you know, you tagged Naoki lol

An hour later

Shouri
Rehearsals for Hyper Projection Engeki Haikyuu - Winners and Losers have begun!
We’re going to make a brand new Engeki Haikyuu starting from step 1.
Please look forward to it!!
Exciting days are beginning again!!

Takato
Why….
Why didn’t you add, “Riiiight? Takato!”??

Shouri
Why didn’t I!?
Heeey!*  Takato!

Translation by @nimbus-cloud

*For best natural flow of English, the translation has to change a little, but it’s the same in Japanese every time “ne.”  They use the word in a number of different ways, which all translate slightly differently into English depending on context.