my pride and joy right here

Them as Song Lyrics

I’m actually really glad you asked for this.

Alex; Regina Spektor - Blue Lips

The pictures in his mind arose and began to breathe. And all the gods and all the worlds began colliding on a backdrop of blue. Blue lips. Blue veins.

Tyler; Awolnation - Sail

This is how I show my love. I made it in my mind because, I blame it on my A.D.D., baby. This is how an angel dies. I blame it on my own sick pride. I blame it on my A.D.D., baby.

Zach; Yael Naim - New Soul

I’m a new soul. I came to this strange world, hoping I could learn a bit about how to give and take. But since I came here, I felt the joy and the fear. Finding myself making every possible mistake.

Clay; The Fray - How to Save a Life

Some sort of window to your right. As he goes left, and you stay right. Between the lines of fear and blame. You begin to wonder why you came.

Jeff; 3 Doors Down - Kryptonite

You took for granted all the times I never let you down. You stumbled in and bumped your head. If not for me then you’d be dead.

Justin; Blackbear - IDFC

I act like I don’t fucking care. Like they ain’t even there. ‘Cause I have hella feelings for you. I act like I don’t fucking care. ‘Cause I’m so fucking scared.

Tony; Supergrass - Alright

Got some cash, bought some wheels. Took it out, through some fields. Lost control, hit a wall. But we’re alright.

Avenge This

Steve Rogers/ Reader

Originally posted by naih-reedus

Words: 1,560

Summary: In a matter of minutes, the storefront you worked so hard on gets destroyed by those Avengers and their fights. If only you could believe that Captain America could truly make things right.

Prompt: I am feeling lazy to write a captain America idea will you write it so I can read it ? | “I accidentally destroyed your shop in a super villain battle and that was your livelihood and you’re so pissed and I’m so so sorry, here, let me make it up to you somehow.”

Tagging: @kwaiky, @attentionseekingprincess

Requested by: @natalienicole12347

Author’s notes: Hire me @ marvel. this request is like a month old lmao bless up

This can’t be real.

No, no, no, you refuse to believe what your deceitful eyes are telling you.

You watch as the firefighters take out broken pieces from your clothing boutique after an attack in the city. Your parents even warned you about the potential threat of having this happen and here you are, immediately regretting not listening to your parents when you first moved out here.

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So this little cutie right here is Vegito and Zamasu’s baby girl, Camellia ^u^

She’s named after a flower since I felt it was a very fitting and beautiful name for her UvU Camellia flowers can come in pink (like her hair), and they’re also used in tea (another plus since Zamasu’s always making tea lol X3)

Camellia is Vegito and Zamasu’s pride and joy and they love her to death >u<


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"Katara is beautiful and she's my wife and my life." -Zuko

…..“But she’s more than that. My wife is a proud daughter of the Southern Water Tribe; a skilled fighter, a born healer, and a Master Water Bender. Not to mention the only Blood Bender in the world. She’s compassionate, intelligent, and kind. I’ve never seen her turn her back on anyone in need and the wellbeing of her people is the most important thing for her as your leader.

When she presented the proposition for the construction of a national medical university here in the Fire Nation, she was met with strong opposition; opposition which quickly learned their Fire Lady would not be so easily dismissed. They’d learn of her stubbornness, of her sheer power of will and tireless determination. The rest, as they say, its history.

And so today we not only celebrate the fifth anniversary of the National University of Medicine here in the Fire Nation–we celebrate the woman behind its creation as well. We celebrate her various contributions to the field of medicine and her pioneering work for women’s rights in both North and Southern Water Tribes. We celebrate the Fire Lady, the wife, the war hero and the healer…the unconditional friend, mentor, ambassador and now….the mother as well.

It is with immense pride and joy that I announce the pregnancy of our first child and my future heir.

Katara, my love, words cannot express how thankful I am to have you. You’ve given me peace. You’ve given me love and understanding. You’ve stood by my side during the good and the bad-especially the bad. It is an honor to have you. I hope you know how much I love and respect you.

And so I ask you to raise your glasses—To Katara! Thank you for all you’ve given us all.”

–Fire Lord Zuko. [At the National Medical University Anniversary Dinner Celebration.]

A day in the life of Mama Jin


Jungkook: Whats with all the yelling?



Jimin:*checks his pulse* No he’s alive

Hoseok:*smoking his weed*

Jungkook: Um..eomma…

Jin: Can someone please explain to me why my vase is broken?

Jungkook: Um…gravity?

V: Aliens?

Jimin:*flips hair* my sexiness

Jin: This is not a laughing matter that vase was mamas pride and joy

Jungkook: Just buy another one

Jin: No nothing can ever replace it

V: Why?

Jin: Because that vase was my pride and joy

Jimin: A vase?

Jin: It was before you little munchkins came along

Hoseok:*laughs* namjoons pull out game is weak af

Jungkook: What does that even mean?

Hoseok: Well let uncle tell you all about the art of sex



V:*talking to jimin* Rabbits roam the moon and are going to take over i tell you

Jimin:*going through suga’s pockets*

Jin:*covers jungkooks ears* Dont talk like that infront of my baby

Jungkook: Mom I’m like 20 years old


V: *still talking * So i learned how to speak the language of the rabbit *starts hopping around making gargling noises*

Jimin:*going through suga’s wallet* Damn and i thought grandpa was loaded

Suga:*sleeping and grabs his wrist* Put the wallet down or you’ll never get a jam in your life

Namjoon:*comes home* HONEY I’M HOME

Jimin:*drops the wallet and runs to jin crying*


Jungkook:*watching V* Hyung..stop it..thats offensive

Namjoon: Oh honey by the way i accidentally broke your vase this morning but don’t worry I’ll buy you another one *kisses his cheek and goes upstairs*

Jin:*eye twitches as he snaps a carrot in half*

Imagine Chris surprising you at work.

You waited backstage at the Victoria Secret Fashion Show with the rest of the Angels. You were dressed from head to toe in black lace, wearing your wings for the first time, and completely freaking out. It wasn’t because you were about to go on stage, it was because you were walking as an Angel; it was such an honor and you were a little afraid you’d mess up. You’d feel better if you knew Chris was in the audience but unfortunately, his work obligations kept him from you. He did send flowers and a sweet card, and he did call while you were getting your hair and makeup done; it was a thoughtful gesture but his presence would’ve been much preferred. You weren’t mad though, it wasn’t like you hadn’t missed his premieres before because of your work.

“We got Taylor Swift,” you heard one of the stage managers say and you felt your heart skip a nervous beat. “We’re walking her to the stage right now, let’s start the final countdown.” You watched Taylor disappear around the corner then turned your attention onto the TV screen. “Angels, please stand by. Can we have Karlie Kloss? Get Karlie to the runway.”

Taylor started singing ‘Blank Space’ and you saw Karlie strut out. You took a shaky breath then flinched when you felt someone take your hand. You turned and smiled when you saw that it was Adriana; she was like an older sister, always there when you needed her.

“Hey you,” she gave your hand a quick squeeze then fixed a loose strand of your hair. “I know you’re nervous but you don’t have to be. Everything is going to be okay,” she assured you with a smile. “Just look to your right before you walk, okay?”

“Why?” You narrowed your eyes in confusion. “What’s on my right?”

“Can we have Adriana Lima to the stage?” You heard the stage manager call for her and she released your hand. “Let’s get Adriana Lima to the stage. Quickly, please.” An assistant came and led her away.

“Just do it,” she called over her shoulder.

You watched her disappear around the corner and you let out a shaky breath. It wasn’t long before it was your turn, after Adriana was Gigi and after Gigi was Taylor and after Taylor was- well, you. You stood in line, nervously playing with your earlobes as you waited for your cue. Taylor chuckled softly at your nervous state and gently touched your arm, “you’re going to be fine, Y/N.”

“Thanks,” you managed a small smile. “I just- I’d feel better if Chris was here, you know?” You told her and she nodded with an understanding smile; she always felt better when her boyfriend was in the audience too. “But- it’s fine, I’m going to be fine.”

“Yes you are because you didn’t get where you are with Chris’ help, it was all you.” She gently squeezed your arm then heard her cue and started up the stairs. “I’ll see you out there, Angel.” She threw a wink over her shoulder then disappeared around the corner.

Adriana came back in just as you were about to make your way out. She smiled at you then mouthed, “look to your right.” You were still confused as to why she was asking you to look anywhere other than straight ahead, but you nodded anyway.

“Let’s go, Y/N. You’re up,” the stage manager beckoned you out and you nodded.

With a deep breath, you strutted out to the beat of Taylor Swift’s ‘Blank Space’. Every second felt overwhelmingly good, you could feel the rush- the sense of empowerment as you walked down the runway. You glanced to your right, like Adriana told you to and felt your smile ten fold when you spotted the one and only- Captain America. His smile was filled with so much pride and joy that you had to look away to stop yourself from crying. You continued down the runway, absolutely fearless because you knew your hero was here; all you could think of now was him and how nice his arms were going to feel around you after the show.
• • • • • • • •
“You knew he was coming?” You asked Adriana and her smile answered you. “Oh my God,” you laughed and playfully slapped her arm. “Why didn’t you tell me? I was freaking out the entire time and you didn’t think to mention the one person I wanted around was- around?”

“We thought it’d be a nice surprise.” She said then beckoned her head at Chris, who was standing behind you. You turned around and squealed excitedly, running and throwing yourself into his arms. He chuckled softly and hugged you tightly, burying his face into you hair. “I’ll leave you two to catch up,” she patted your arm. “It’s good to see you, Captain.”

“Thank you for getting me in, Adriana,” he smiled at her over your shoulder. Adrianna nodded then joined the other Angels who were having a celebratory drink, and smiling at the two of you. “Surely you already knew I wasn’t going to miss your first show as an Angel.” He pulled away from you and caressed your face in his hand. “I always knew you were one, it’s nice to be proven right. You look-” he pulled his hand away and placed it on his heart, “heart-stopping.” You felt yourself blush. “Just- wow, Y/N. Every time I look at you, I think- how the hell did I get so lucky?”

“I ask myself that every morning,” you quipped and he smiled. “So…What do you think? Think we can add this to my collection at home?” You took a step back and posed, making him chuckle. “You are a fan of lace, so I figured this would be a winner in your eyes.”

“I am a fan of you,” he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you closer to him. “Anything you have on,” he whispered and leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “is a winner in my eyes.”

“I love you, Captain.”

“And I love you, Angel.”

This is for you, my fellow Jayhawk, @1dalwaysbenice! It may be a little too specific for some people who don’t really follow college basketball but I threw in some links (I think, I hope) to guide you to some clips of what it’s like at a game at The University of Kansas. Or you could skip the basketball stuff and go straight to the smut at the end haha! Hope ya’ll like it!!

The door closed behind me as I slid into the back seat with Niall. My heart was beating out of my chest and my stomach was knotted up with excitement. In the year and a half we had been dating, Niall had taken me around the world, showing me sites I had never dreamed of seeing. But tonight, it was my turn. I was going to show him something, a place that was magical to me, where I had made many great memories and felt every emotion in the extreme. I was nervous that he wouldn’t get it, that he wouldn’t feel the energy this building contained, but if anyone could understand that a sports arena could be special, certainly it was super-sports-fan-Niall Horan. I gripped his hand and smiled at him. His return smile was warm and full of love, his blue eyes sparkling below the brim of his new Jayhawk snapback.

“KU blue looks good on you, Horan,” I said, tapping the bill of the cap. He looked like a proper frat boy in the snapback, his white t-shirt cuffed at the sleeves, stretching perfectly across his shoulders. It was easy to imagine what it would have been like if he had attended a college like the University of Kansas. He would have really enjoyed it, and I would have had the biggest crush on him. I was proud to be able share this with him and show a little about what my life was like while I was an undergrad.

“Your hands are shaking, love.” He squeezed the one he was holding to emphasize his point. “You a little excited?”

“I’m so excited. Allen Fieldhouse is like my favorite place. I know you’ve been to some great sports venues but,” I sighed, feeling a little wistful. “I know I’m a little biased but I think there’s something special about it. There’s a lot of history here.”

“So you’ve told me. A few times, in fact.” His eyes crinkled in a smile as he teased you. The last couple of days had been heavily filled with Kansas basketball trivia. It even included a trip to the new museum that was built to house the original rules of basketball, typed out by its inventor James Naismith, the first coach at KU. He had listened intently and appropriately marveled at the treasures that were held there.

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Dr. Love | Lee Seokmin | Requested

Pairing: Lee Seokmin X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2,832

A/N: Whoever freaking requested this deserves a big ol’ hug and a kiss bc this is cute af. ~Jasmine

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top 10 robin: son of batman moments

robin: son of batman is so close to my heart and it’s so bittersweet to see it end. it’s the only comic series that i own every issue to. going back through them all, i wanted to make a post of my personal highlights. this series had a lot of iconic moments that i thought gave wonderful insight into damian’s character, and also some breathtaking artistic moments, which is why i enjoyed it so much. those are the two categories that matter most to me and the biggest qualifiers for this list. without further ado

10. “What is the year of blood?”

this entire scene gets me every time (dick!!!!!!!!!!!!), but i single out this particular panel for a bunch of reasons. first of all, damian’s crinkle nose and big thick eyelashes are so gorgeous, and now is as good a time as any to start ranting about how talented patrick gleason is. damian’s whole expression is so emotive and flawless, i have no idea how you get that much story into half of a kid’s face. look at his frightened eyebrows. art aside, this moment creates so much organic hype for the rest of the story. it pulls you to the edge of your seat. it displays the magnitude of the crimes damian’s committed, the intensity of the challenge he’s about to face. it shows that damian is still keeping secrets from his father, secrets he’s terrified bruce will find out. it shows in one deft stroke all of damian’s guilt, paranoia, self-hatred and desperate hope for redemption. it’s a stroke of genius and even after having praised the art i have to say that i think gleason is even more talented as a writer than a penciller. *takes my hat off respectfully*

9. the bat skeleton

a very obvious choice but iconic for good reason. the dead bat is a huge neon finger pointing accusingly at damian and telling him that all the mistakes he’s created in the past are still floating around (most likely pregnant with consequences). it’s a petty mistake he made ages ago and bringing it up again not only shows a great respect for the emotional continuity of damian’s story and provides a nice easter egg for dedicated fans, but it condemns damian in such a painful and particular way. i love it. also a well-drawn frame, tons of emotion on his face again.

8. no weakness, no hesitation, no mercy for fools

what isn’t completely gut-wrenching about this moment? (first of all, it’s beside the point but i’d like to draw attention to the fact that talia is scared enough that she gets out her gun. she didn’t have it before this frame. it makes you wonder if she’d be willing to shoot damian, even though all her characterization in the series indicates she probably wouldn’t). the real reason i love this scene, though, is because it really takes the conflict in the story to a peak. the series asks "how far would damian go to wash the blood off his hands?” and dares to follow up with “would he forgive his mother?” and, even better, dares to show that that’s a nearly impossible choice with a high cost for him. this moment shows that damian is actually willing to break all his promises and deny all his struggles for redemption and kill someone (even worse, that someone is someone he used to love). i also love that the darkness in damian is displayed here in terms that call back explicitly to his upbringing as an al ghul. it shows that there’s still a part of him that might believe the al ghul way of cleansing evil is legitimate and that part of him is the real villain of the series in a way, you know? ghh it’s so juicy with conflict

7. “You are an Al Ghul, no matter what you say.“

a very dark twist. near the end of the series, right when, thematically, we’re close to finding out “what it’s all meant”, talia drops this bomb. even though it’s mostly refuted in the next issue with damian’s spirit not answering to the name “al ghul”, it adds a note that could be interpreted as sinister, or be seen as just an interesting complexity (i tend to see it in the latter light). it raises questions about damian’s identity that the series had almost put to rest. maybe i’m reading into it too much but i very much appreciated this line casting shadows where maybe there may have been a little too much sunshine. maybe i just like the angst.

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username122453357  asked:

*the toon looks happy as he writes something on his blackboard* "we have 11 followers if you count Mr. Chezzbot!" *He beams with joy and pride*

// AHH❤️ Guyz I’m so happy to see all my friends getting new followers to meet their content ;u; !! Congratulations man, you’ve worked for it and ya deserve, keep going! :3 

// Also everyone, don’t give up! Appreciate your own work! Plus, tumblr is always open for new friendly blogs :3 if it wasn’t for this, I wouldn’t be able to talk to a lot of amazing people like dis dude right here! 

Uhm… Don’t be afraid of making a new blog, of talking with others who are up to, and more important, don’t be afraid of enjoying this awesome experience that tumblr has awaiting for you! 


Tsukinami Carla Dark 06

*Translation of: Dark Fate - Tsukinami Carla - Dark 06
*You can click on the (x), if not then it’s not translated yet.
*Putting it on a read more, because it’s long.
*Since this is not an S or M choice but a right or wrong choice I’ll only translate the right one.

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Rum & Coke Part 2

Your eyes go blank for a short second as your mind whirlwinds and you have suspicions as to who exactly you’re talking to. You saw him walk in with the guy that’s talking to your best friend and a man in a trench coat.

“You’re last name wouldn’t happen to be Winchester would it?” you asked the question already  knowing the answer. Sam’s face dropped to a look of confusion

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Five Nights At Fuckboys 2 Sentence Meme: Part 3
  • "Jackson!"
  • "Let me touch your butt."
  • "What is the ups, my friendos?"
  • "My pride and joy is now floating in a sea of female excrement."
  • "I'm... a bit emotional right now."
  • "Fuck! I can't see shit."
  • "Prepare to be yiffed!"
  • "Hello, my fuckboy."
  • "I dreaded this day: the return of my Ex."
  • "Here is your dick, you ass-toasting fuckstick."
  • "You dirty piece of yiffy garbage, come back here with my merriment device."
  • "Help me be a huge piece of shit and fuck up everything."
  • "Fuck yes, I've shitten on all the cameras."
  • "Time for the trifecta of the gods!"
  • "Why the FUCK is there a camera in the office?"
Austin Carlile Imagine

  After a month and half of waiting to give Austin,your husband, a surprise visit on warped tour, the day has finally come and I have very important news for Austin. I’m currently 2 months pregnant and have been waiting to tell Austin.

  The only one who might have been more excited than me is our five year old son,Aiden. The whole airplane ride he explained everything he wanted to do with his father. Just the amount of pride Aiden had in his father was the cutest thing.

  Aiden pulled me along the various rows of buses towards the one with a huge ’&’ printed on it. Right when we went to knock on the door it swung open revealing a very handsome Austin Carlile.

 "Daddy!“Aiden screamed running into Austin’s arms and sharing a tight embrace. The pure joy on Austin’s face was enough to make my day 200% greater.

  "What are you guys doing here, Y/N ?"Austin smiled and pulled you into the hug he was sharing with his son. "We figured we could stop in to visit and I have to talk to you about something.” You gave him a long kiss which was soon interrupted by two noises mimicking disgust.

 You looked to see Alan and Aiden snickering next to you.“Hey Alan” You greated him with a hug and was replied with a quick,“ hey." 

  "Mommy Daddy, Uncle Alan said he was going to take me to go see a band…..can I go?” He jumped up and down with pleading hands.“It’s okay,Aiden."Austin gave him a ruffle of his hair and the two boys went toward the venue.

  "So,what did you want to talk about, my love?” He took your hand and lead you to the back lounge. He ran a hand through your hair and gave you smile full of bliss. You took a deep breath and just let out with it. “I’m pregnant,baby.Two months.”

  Austin smiled brighter than I’ve ever seen. “This is great! I hope it’s a little girl, so she can have two protectors, her brother and I of course. We could take her to Disneyland and dress her up like Belle and it will be so great…"He went on and on about your child whilst rubbing the almost non-visible bump.

  Austin’s predictions were right and the little baby girl was one of the most loved humans you’ve ever seen.

anonymous asked:

Wawawaaaa~ those reactions for the princess gown ask were very cute!!! Especially Bokuto's! If u dont mind, can I request again for Iwa-chan, Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto and Akaashi headcanons as to what they will do or say when they enter their crush's room and its filled with things and is super cozy! like there are sensory bottles, snow globes, posters, wall filled with pictures, scrapbooks, plants, glow in the dark stickers and dorky lil things u'll find. Tysm!!

hello!! thank you so much aaa it was one of my very first attempts i’m glad you liked them  ☆(❁‿❁)☆ hopefully this fulfills your request, i’ve sort of gave each of them a theme for their rooms; hope you like them (◕‿◕✿)

IWAIZUMI (Iwa-chan!):

Originally posted by sukerokus

You were a major space dork. Ever since you were young, you had been fascinated about space. Maybe it was because your father often left his astronomy books lying around in the house for you to pick up. Maybe because your mother had a slight obsession with constellations and their names. Nevertheless, you were a space dork. You had collected almost everything nebula related and space themed from the tender age of five.

As you had lived in this house ever since you grew up, your room had gone through various space-themed age transitions. Your room, despite not resembling a giant galaxy (but with one feature wall) was decorated to your inner space nerd desires. There were Star Wars posters, Doctor Who posters and all sorts of space related movies. There were glow in the dark stars pasted all over your ceiling, and as your dad couldn’t stand looking at the ceiling with incorrect stars, he had painted your favourite constellations on your ceiling just to please both you and him.

Fairylights were strewn over your bed frame, along with many many photos of space, the planets, astronauts and newspaper clippings of various famous astronauts. To contrast from the space theme, your bedroom had many throws and patterned rugs. Plants lined your window sill and there was a small lava lamp at your study table. At first, you were shy to show Iwaizumi your room, as the both of you decided to take the pair project to your house. A little apprehensive, you pushed the door open, that had your name over a watercolour galaxy.

“Woah.” was Iwaizumi’s first reaction as he stared in awe at your room. It was truly like visiting a planetarium. He dropped his school bag to the side to admire your room. “Oikawa would be jealous of your room.” he stated, still transfixed by the constellations on your ceiling.

“Did you paint them?” he asked, awestruck. His eyes darted around the room, unable to focus on one single object where everything was just so beautiful. Space was beautiful. He could now understand why his best friend was an alien-obsessed nerd.

You shook your head. “My dad did. He majored in astronomy.” Iwaizumi was still trying to take the whole scene in, for it was simply breathtaking.

“Truly amazing.” he breathed. “I just want to live here forever.”

A chuckle escaped your lips. “You’re always welcomed.”

note: i just had to. oikawa loves space, his crush loves space = what better match right?


Originally posted by confusedsenpai

Everyone had a secret obsession. Something that they would hoard with pride and joy in their rooms. And yours so happened to be cats. Of all the obsessions you could’ve had, it had to be cats. To make matters worse, you were allergic to cats - but that didn’t stop you from hoarding many cat related items.

Your room could pass off as a lonely cat lady’s room. There were many pictures of cats arranged neatly over your bed, and a small cat plushie sitting on your bed. You had begged your parents to buy an entire cat printed bedding set but they had refused, so you decided to get cushions with cats printed on them. There were a few slotted in between other cushions of neutral shades such as vanilla and beige. You adored the idea of having an ‘aesthetic’ room and despite the cats, you can proudly say that your room met your aesthetic standards.

Moving on from cats, you were a huge fan of tiny figurines and knick knacks. The more unique the knick knack, the more you wanted to collect it. There were tiny figures of Gudetama, more cats, small action figures from shows that you watched and some hand made plaster creations. They were arranged in a neat row on a shelf, one of your proudest displays. You were also a huge fan of scented candles: in which your parents fear but you still collect the small ones anyways.

Unlike most other girls at your school, you hated sticking posters on your walls. Pictures of cats? Hell yes. Posters of a popular boy band? No thank you. Thus, leading to your room being filled with pictures of cats but with your friends as well. You had also strung up bunting across your room because it added a soft, delicate touch to the room.

When Kuroo suggested to go to your house to plan a birthday party for Kenma, you were absolutely ready to take Kuroo to your room. There had been rumours that he’d melt at the sight of a cat and you wanted to see that reaction. Sneakily, with your phone out, you had recorded the moment where he pushed your door handle, revealing your cat themed room.

As he laid his eyes on your favourite cat plushie, his eyes softened and he stared at you in excitement, rushing to the cat plushie. It was white with splotches of black, and coincidentally, it reminded you of Kuroo. It had never reminded you of him, but watching him hug the life out of the plushie, you finally found a resemblance.

“_______, CAT!” was the first thing he uttered. “You have so many cats in your room! Do you have an actual cat? Here kitty kitty.” Kuroo seemed more interested in the cats rather than the overall decoration of your room.

You giggled at Kuroo’s excited response. “No I don’t have a cat, I’m allergic so I’m stuck with photos, gifs and these plushies.”

“Can I please take this one home? I’ll name it after you!” Kuroo pleaded, widening his puppy dog eyes.

You shook your head firmly. “It’s my favourite!” you argued. However, his puppy dog eyes were far too cute to resist. “One night. I want her back.”


note: i mean, kuroo + cats. isn’t this the perfect opportunity?


Originally posted by bisky

Whenever you weren’t pouring on homework, or doing chores, you always resorted to TV shows. You had watched God knows how many TV shows in your lifetime that are a) still running b) re-runs c) finished. You were an avid watcher of TV shows, dedicating all your free time to TV shows - reflecting in your room.

Your room is covered in posters of TV shows and movies. As you streamed most of them online, because most of them were American or British, you had the leisure of lounging about in your themed room while watching the show. Some of your favourite shows included: the X-Files, Law and Order SVU, Two Broke Girls, Sherlock, and the list went on. You had begged your parents to buy you countless merchandise and it all went to decorating your room.

Other than merchandise, you were a huge fan of scrapbooking. You couldn’t make it one step in your room without finding a scrap piece of paper or a snippet of thread. You have a cupboard solely dedicated to your craft supplies and some of your DIY handiwork had been put on display in your room such as: wall arts (with your favourite lines), bunting, DIY photo frames and much more. You were also a collector of mugs, resulting in a mug in almost every corner of your room.

Your room was your version of cosy: with plush pillows, soft carpets and soft lighting in your room. You were a huge fan of scented oils, with your mother being a professional masseuse, you had access to the many scented oils and sticks. Your favourite scent was the scent of the sea and you always had a fresh sprig in your room. You were also quite the fan of plushies and stuffed animals. You had a giant green alien head sitting on your bed and it was your favourite plushie to cuddle every night, despite having an array of other plushies or stuffed animals.

Oikawa and you were meeting up to study. He excelled in sciences, which was a subject that you were particularly weak at and he had offered to help you study. As the two of you walked to your room, you had forgotten that you had laid out all your stuffed animals in the open. Oikawa’s eyes were transfixed onto your giant green alien head and he rushed to grab it.

“_____-chan! You never told me you had an alien pillow like this!” he gushed, hugging it close to his chest. As Oikawa was a rather open and comfortable person, he laid on your bed amongst your other stuffed animals. “Your room is so cosy.”

You had recently invested in a more comfortable comforter and smiled to yourself. “Out of everything I have in my room, the first thing you went for was my alien.” you chuckled, joining him on the bed.

“Well it’s so cute! Just like you _____-chan!” he giggled, still playing with the plushie. His words registered in your mind and you blushed furiously, before pushing his shoulder lightly.


Originally posted by kigeky

As your family was quite big, with two older siblings and three younger ones, your household was never quiet. Shared rooms were common but since both your older siblings had already moved to Tokyo where they were furthering their studies, you were finally able to have the room to yourself and decorated it to your heart’s content.

You were very influenced by the Western, ‘Tumblr’ culture. You had seen pictures of bedrooms with throws covering their beds, giving it an indie vibe with world maps pasted on their walls. Their rooms often had earthy tones and that’s what you tried to replicate in your room. You had painted the walls beige and tried to find similar looking throws to cover your bed. Your mother was more than willing to purchase giant pillows and patterned cushions, for she was also interested in that culture.

Your room had also been carpeted, with a soft brown carpet resembling the earth. You were rather proud of your handiwork, a project that lasted you a month. There was something about your family that loved travelling, it was in every single one of you. There were atlas and travel books stacked on your bedside table, snow globes from the different countries that you have visited as a family along with a giant corkboard of plane/train/bus tickets from around the globe and ticket stubs of the various places visited and not to forget, post cards. You collected them all.

And because you were fascinated by the earth, geology and geography were your top subjects and passions. You had three rock crystals that you had bought online sitting on the window where it would sometimes catch the sunlight and reflect their coloured rays into the room. You also had frames of pressed flowers and leaves hanging in your room, along with scrapbooks of them.

Bokuto and you had agreed to walk home after school and hang out together before preparing for an small party that was to be hosted at Akaashi’s house tonight. “Mind you, it’s like crazy in there.”

“Crazier than my hair?” he chuckled, pushing the handle slowly. You nodded and he opened the door. “WOAH! Would you take a look at that!” he jumped right into your room, spinning himself around to get the whole view of the room. “It’s like camping, but at home! Is that an owl feather?”

Bokuto had gone slightly crazy, jumping up and down at your displays, flipping through your books and most importantly, bouncing on your bed. “______ SO. COOL.” he gushed, hugging a pillow to his chest. “Can I move in here please? It’s really so cool. I have to tell Akaashi how cool your room is.”

Bokuto’s excitement never failed to amuse you as he began reading each scrapbook in detail along with challenging himself to upturn every single snow globe you had collected under thirty seconds - which he failed - but you weren’t going to crush his spirit. He marvelled at your ticket stubs. “I’m jealous, you’ve travelled to so many places!” Bokuto pouted.

“We can always travel together in the future.” you suggested playfully, shaking the snowflakes out of one of your snow globes.

“Good idea. Let’s go now!”

“I said the future you idiot!”


Originally posted by tetsuruo

Photography was your passion. You could never leave the house without your camera tucked safely in your carry on bag or slung around your neck. SD cards cluttered your table along and your walls were plastered with your successful photos. To upload a photo without going through VSCO would be a crime.

As you had a passion in photography, it was not hard to picture how your room would look like. Clean, white walls with a matching bed spread and lots of minimalist designs. However, you managed to make the whole minimalist space look cosy with bright photographs and plants. You had a green thumb and grew plants in your room (even though it’s bad but they were so small, what harm could they cause?) As you grew older, your photography skills drastically improved from when you were a young preteen with your father’s camera thanks to the many photography books your parents had invested in.

Your favourite medium of photography was humans. There was something so beautiful about humans and their faces, and how they were constructed and shaped. Someone you found beautiful and was also the muse of some of your projects was Akaashi Keiji. There was something so beautiful about that boy, your fingers could not resist pressing the button whenever he’s around. However, those photos were stored in a scrapbook that is kept safely away from any outsider.

Other than photography, you loved books. Books filled every nook and cranny possible in your room. You had attached extra shelves to your walls because you needed more room for your books. Along with books, you had quite the interest in sensory bottles. You have many of them lined on your wall, be it filled with glitter or pastel colours, they were just so aesthetically pleasing to watch. There were Mason jar versions of them as well, lining your study table.

You were often quite frugal with decorations, as you spent most of your money on editing software, developing photo books and printing out pictures. Most of your decorations were often from your parents unwanted collections like small painted jars, ancient tea pots and other odd bits and bobs your parents did not want, they passed it to you. Your room also had a special corner where there was an electric kettle, different coloured mugs and packets of tea and sugar. You practically lived in your room with all the commodities, which was why your parents decided to allow you to keep one of the kettles in your room.

Soft music was playing in the background of your room where a loud knock interrupted you from your editing. It was your father. “There’s a boy for you. Are you two going anywhere?” he asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow. You walked to the front door to see Akaashi standing there with a stack of books in his hand.

“Um, you said you wanted to do the project today?” he scratched the back of his head. He was still dressed in his volleyball gear, which meant he had rushed from practice. Looking down at the watch on your hand, you gasped and quickly let him in, apologising for not contacting him earlier. Your father gave you watchful eyes as the both of you disappeared into your room.

Akaashi was in awe at how neat and clean your room was. “Whiter than Bokuto’s hair.” he commented and the both of you broke in laughter. He admired your photos, unable to believe that some of them were taken using your phone. There were many photos involving people as your subject and he stumbled upon one of your photo books. You shrugged simply, thinking that it was your nature photo book when you realised it had gold etching on them.

“Wait!” you lunged for the book but Akaashi had already flipped through them. Now he was going to think you’re some creepy girl. There were many photos of him in there, mainly playing volleyball or simply in his school uniform.

“This is me?” he asked, as if he couldn’t believe the person in those photographs were him. “You made me look so… so… nice.” he mustered out. “I love it.”

That comment made you blush as you scratched the back of your ear. “Really?”

“Really. You’re a great photographer _______.” he complimented. “Onto the project?”

“We shall.”