Haikyuu!! Rarepair Weekend, Day 1: “Please tell me I’m your one and only or lie and say at least tonight.” - Give You What You Like (Avril Lavigne)

AkaKage. It’s really a beautiful ship, and what’s a good ship without angst? //slapped

Anyway, there’s a little LevHina and BokuTsukki, too. I’m not sure how well it follows the prompt, but it was definitely inspired by it.


There was the Mindelan device: a gray owl, wings outstretched, on a blue field rimmed with cream. There were two differences between this shield and those of her brothers. On Kel’s, the owl hovered over a pair of crossed glaives, cream embroidered in gold, matches for a Yamani glaive. The other difference was the shield’s border: it was formed by two thin rings, the outer blue, the inner cream. A distaff border, the heralds had named it, the coat of arms of a lady knight.

- Squire by Tamora Pierce

I thought it was high time to do some Tortall-inspired crochet, and who better to become a cuddly toy/blanket than the Protector of the Small? You can see the grey blanket taking shape behind Dragon, who is helpfully modelling the shield until Keladry gets arms and a head.

( @knottahooker @markdoesstuff @tamorapierce )

Bokuto probably has a pair of owl uggs that he wears before and after practices, and the rest of the team absolutely hates them. And Akaashi has tried to burn them on several occasions but Bokuto always keeps a close eye on his favorite shoes. He calls them his “hootie booties”

Akaashi calls them a mistake

bad pick-up lines. | bokuto koutarou x reader

requests are open!!

The strong aroma of freshly brewed coffee brought a smile to your face as you push past the door. It makes a small tinkering noise indicating that a customer–you in this case–had arrived and you caught a pair of owl-like eyes staring at you as you made your way to the register. A smile on his face as he greeted you, already punching in what you wanted.

“The usual right?” He asked, looking up at you and you nodded, laughing a little as you pulled out your wallet.

“Do I really come here that often?” You hand him your card and he swiped it, handing it over to you again. He chuckled, pulling out a medium cup from the stack beside him and plucked off the pen sitting between his ear.

He began to scribble down something on the cup. “Yeah, you do.”

You laughed again and tapped a finger to your chin, feigning deep thought. “Hmm I wonder what today’s terrible pick up line will be.”

The apples of his cheeks tinged a rosy shade. “H-hey! These are quality!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his defensiveness as he began to make your cup of coffee.

“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t realize how much thought you put into them.” You said, trying hard not to smile to big. He’d think you were teasing him again, which you were but still.

He pouted as he secured the lid and handed it over to you, as he rested his free hand over his heart. “They’re straight from the heart.”

You suddenly feel your breath catch in your throat and face warm as your fingers touched and gazes locked. You’d definitely be lying if you said you didn’t have a small thing for the owl boy barista and maybe it was also the reason why you came so often. Clearing your throat, you regained your composure and pulled Bokuto out of his trance as well.

“Well, I appreciate it. Thanks, Bok–”

He shook his head and smiled. “Call me Koutarou.”

“Al-alright. Thanks Ko-koutarou. I’ll catch you later, yeah?” The name felt foreign in your mouth, yet it gave you a warm feeling. He was actually pushing past formalities and you couldn’t lie to save your life if you said you weren’t even a little excited.

He looked down at the counter, grinning shyly before glancing back up at you.

“Yeah, I’ll see you around, [Name].” He replied, waving as you exited the cafe. You couldn’t help but smile as you looked down at the cup, his messy hand writing scrawled across the styrofoam.

Been thinkin’ about you a latte…call me xx

Night Owl

Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing(s): Sam Winchester x reader
Summary: When you just can’t get to sleep, sometimes all you need is fresh air and your favourite moose
Warnings: None
A/N: Omg I really like this. I’m pretty proud of it tbh

Getting to sleep was always impossible after a hunt, the adrenaline that had previously kept you alive now settling for keeping you awake all night.
Giving up on trying to fall asleep, you grabbed a thick hoodie and your boots to wear over your pyjamas, making your way quietly through the bunker and out the door.
The cold night air wrapped around you like a soothing embrace, ruffling your hair gently. You climbed onto the hill near the door, lying down on your back in the grass and staring up at the stars. The dew soaking through your clothes didn’t bother you as you let yourself forget all the stress and fear that came hand in hand with hunting.
“Trouble sleeping?”
You didn’t shift your gaze from the stars as a familiar voice called out to you.
“Ding ding ding, we have a winner,” you replied sarcastically, smiling softly. You heard Sam chuckle before he lay down in the grass beside you. Momentarily tearing your eyes away from the sky and glancing across at him, you saw that he was in his pyjamas too.
“Nightmares giving you grief again?” you asked, although it was more of a statement. Barely a night went by without the peace and quiet being interrupted by the screams of one of the three of you trying to escape a nightmare.
“I was trying to stay awake to stop them,” he said. “And I heard you leaving and thought I should check up on you.”
You frowned. “You have to sleep, Sam. It’s not good for you.”
“Says you, night owl,” he grinned, nudging your side gently. You chuckled quietly.
“Okay, so I’m a hypocrite. Doesn’t mean I can’t give advice.”
Sam shivered slightly as a cool breeze blew over you. You sat up, shedding your hoodie and holding it out to him.
“(Y/N), that won’t fit me,” he laughed. You grinned sheepishly.
“Yeah it will, it’s yours.”
He raised his eyebrows. “So that’s where it went. Keep it,” he added. “It suits you.”
You smiled softly, putting the hoodie back on and zipping it up to your chin.
“(Y/N) we should go inside. It’s freezing out here,” he said eventually, rolling over to look at you. He smiled slightly at your sleeping form, the relaxed look on your face a look he rarely saw.
Sitting up and stretching, he scooped you up in his arms, being careful not to wake you. He fought the urge to kiss your forehead as you buried your face in the crook of his neck sleepily.
You blinked sleepily as you felt someone pulling your blankets over you, looking up in confusion. The last thing you remembered was lying on the hilltop with-
“Sam,” you mumbled, catching his hand as he turned to go back to his room.
“Yeah?” he asked, still smiling at how cute and vulnerable you looked. It wasn’t a side to you he’d seen before.
“Will you stay?” you asked shyly, still playing with his fingers distractedly. “It might help with the nightmares,” you added. He nodded slightly, kicking his shoes off.
“Budge up,” he smiled, sliding into bed beside you. He tangled his legs with yours, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around you protectively. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, his chin resting on the top of your head.
“G'night, Sammy,” you mumbled, your eyes finally drifting shut. He pressed a sleepy kiss to the top of your head. You only just caught what he whispered before you fell asleep.
“Sleep well, Night Owl.”

A new chapter of Owl City - July 2015.

chitsuu replied to your post “chitsuu replied to your post “Haikyuu!! ^w^”Omg yes, Bokuto as…”

Lik, if there are kids, like he’s supposed to be the mature one and keep them in check but then all hell breaks loose and they’re everywhere, and the adults are like ‘where’s Bokuto he was supposed to-’ and then they see him running around too

They wouldn’t even try to make him watch the kids after it happening once or twice

Instead they get Akaashi to watch him who said that??

Another Bust

As a hunter, I believe that one of the most important aspects of hunting is being okay with leaving the woods empty-handed. I didn’t shoot a deer this morning, but I did see five does and two bucks - one spike buck that wasn’t legal to shoot, and a perfect, mature, heavily-bodied four-pointer with a nice wide spread. But he was standing on a gravel road, and was too far for me to take a decent shot at with my Winchester. The fork-horned buck slipped away into the trees with exuberant confidence and was gone. 

I have no problem leaving the woods empty-handed. As much as I want the meat, and the hide, and the bones that a deer kill will provide for me, I don’t ever want the hunt to be a negative or stress-inducing notion for me. 

I enjoyed watching the sunrise, shared the company of an enormous great-horned owl, listened to a pair of king fishers quarrel in the marsh, and got to watch some beautiful deer today. Perhaps tomorrow I will have better luck. But if not, that’s okay, too.