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Hi friends!! My teammate was playing some questionable songs at practice recently, and it made me think: who’s got the AUX but can’t get it quite right?

Bokuto is banned from adding any songs to the team playlist because they’re all SpyAir songs. Nothing wrong with the band, the random rock songs just clash with the team’s preferred RNB.

Sugawara’s songs always have to be skipped because it’s hard to play volleyball when half the team is singing and shaking ass (he is a barb therefore Nicki stays on their playlist).

Ushijima’s playlist consists solely of American country music, and the team CANNOT stand its grating sounds. They hate it when coach lets him play his music.

Hanamaki likes a lot of great artists, but he’s absolutely terrible at making and/or keeping a vibe. It could be a fast, upbeat practice and he’s playing Nico Touches the Walls. Or it’s pouring down rain outside and the artist of the day is Polkadot Stingray. The team can sometimes tolerate it, but Oikawa and Mattsun never let him hear the end of it.

Lastly, Atsumu loves his Mitski with his whole mind, body, and soul, and he makes it everybody’s problem, but it’s kind of hard to play volleyball with First Love/Late Spring making you sad :(

Bonus: Coach Ukai gets relentless whining and complaining from his team because he opts to play the Top 100 radio, but they can’t stand hearing OMG eight times a day.

#haikyuu!! #vii rants #volleyball practice #bokuto koutarou #sugawara koushi #ushijima wakatoshi #hanamaki takahiro #miya atsumu #coach ukai #karasuno #aoba johsai #shiratorizawa #inarizaki #setters #wing spikers #coach ukai being absolutely utterly clueless 😭

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hi friends! long time no see! 🥺

i’m currently re-watching haikyuu for joy and inspiration to post again, and i’m crying laughing at ep 7, 22:09 because it’s something i’ve said AND been told during practice before too.

the current life status is college sophomore with too many presentations due. be cool, stay in school kids! 😭

🌷🌷🌷

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bonus points if the passer throws it right back at oikawa.

haikyuu boys as things ive seen/done as a HS volleyball player pt. 2:

nishinoya telling a coach a your mom joke and having to sit out the scrimmage as punishment.

tanaka running laps around the gym as a late warmup and running into the net bar. (at least its cushioned?)

kenma threatening to quit everytime he has to run a back row set.

kuroo always playing a different sport. balls on the ground? he's playing soccer. putting balls into the cart? he's shooting it like a basketball. the coaches are sick of him.

iwaizumi getting a set so bad, he catches the ball and throws it at his setter.

oikawa getting a pass so bad, he catches the ball and throws it at the passer.

osamu serving into the back wall everytime. everytime. there is a dent in the wall now.

suna connecting his phone to the bluetooth speakers in the gym and blasting whatever he wants during conditioning.

(part one here)

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i haaaate when iris by the goo goo dolls comes in when i’m in a store how am i supposed to act normal when you can’t fight the tears that ain’t comin or the moment of truth in your lies when everything feels like the movies yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive

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HIII

hi friend!!

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never forget that one episode of naruto when he drank spoiled milk. never.

like, so much went on in that episode. and it all blew over just as quickly. what was that? 😭

#naruto #uzumaki naruto #uchiha sasuke #haruno sakura #hatake kakashi #remember that time naruto drank spoiled milk? #i do #and i will never forget it #it was way too funny #vii rants

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guys- i found out TODAY, as in less than a minute ago TODAY, that akaashi is actually like, SIX FEET TALL-

the FUCK-

i feel so lied to. i mean, man, i was really out here thinking he was max 5’8… welcome to the big setter’s club i guess…

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i wanna rant about some of the setters real quick. so you know how oikawa, atsumu, and kageyama are all shown to use jump top spin (spike) serves? well, there’s a reason for that!!

typically, setters are the first to specialise in their positions, so they’re training and developing setter skills while everyone else is still doing all-around basics. but what happens, as a result of this, is setters end up having weaker arm swings or being awkward with their hand placement in hitting/serving. oikawa, atsumu, and kageyama are the only setters we see using jump top spins that have also been shown to be setting at a young age. i feel like oikawa had a beautiful standing float but had a low ball-back percentage due to how soft it was.

i’m thinking atsumu and kageyama both had weak and awkward arm swings and were taught jump top serves in their last year of middle school so they would have time to perfect the serve. i also think semi experienced this too but either wasn’t able to or didn’t want to perfect the jump top on such short notice, hence why shirabu plays, despite having the firmer hands; he has the better serve.

this also shows us which setters have the best hands!! setters who have weaker serves tend to have the better hands, whereas setters with strong serves usually don’t have as-good hands; it’s all in the wrists.

#haikyuu!! #setters #pretty setter squad #oikawa tooru #miya atsumu #kageyama tobio #semi eita #jump serves!! #serving is such a special skill in volleyball bc everyone has to know how to do it and do it well #it’s suuuuper personalised #this is 100% from experience and observation #atsumu was definitely picked on for this #oikawa learned to jump top for maximum improvement #kageyama learned it to spite oikawa #semi can do it but choses not to for accuracy reasons #tooru oikawa #atsumu miya #tobio kageyama #eita semi #lowkey flop era guys 😢 #vii rants

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the miya twins are consuming my mind. yep. that’s it. that’s the post.

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hello flower friends!! my page may be all pink and flowers, but i am a rocker at my core. this piece was inspired by this post by @renardiererin, and the concept hasn’t left my head. enjoy!!

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~suna rintarou~

dark, messy hair shields him from an audience of strangers, lowered chin and backlighting disguising his ever-present performance anxiety. despite being far from rookie, nerves always teased him before a set, no matter how short or long, energetic or calm. he starts off hesitantly as semi fingers a melody, though his anxiety is covered well by the erratic nature of the song. eight measures in, he’s fallen comfortable in his own strumming, the practiced motion easing his pesky nerves. not often did the band perform songs in english, but when they did, suna did his part to make sure they went exuberantly well.

the song flows into its heavier instrumental section, allowing rintarou to morph into his typically charismatic stage persona. he’s never felt more like a rockstar. raw music courses through his veins at any given hour, given moment, given song. suna rintarou slightly shakes as he takes his first breath for the first word for the first song of the night.

green eyes lift along with his chin, and he finds the empty space between him and the crowd to stare at blankly.

“stop making the eyes at me, i’ll stop making the eyes at you.”

his fitted leather pants become suitable for hosting crocodiles as the spotlights and performance envelop him. now that the nerves have settled, he truly feels like his rockstar self, messy hair, leather jacket, chapped lips and all. and if not the receivers in his ears or his bandmates’ energy, it’s the pretty little thing he’s found in the crowd to entertain. captivated by her starry eyes on his slender figure, encapsulated by the bright smile that the strobe lights catch every few seconds.

“i said, i bet you look good on the dance floor.”

his head nods along as he pumps out power chords. he licks his teeth and flicks his eyes at the pretty girl he’s been entertaining for the past one minute and seventeen seconds. he’s feeling extremely hot now, not just courtesy of the too-bright lights and too-fun crowd. if his eyes flutter down to find her doe eyes, he’s guaranteed to meet them. when his lips curve into his signature lazy grin, he can be sure that she is smiling right back up at him.

“without a sound, yeah, you’re calling me.”

rintarou is certain that he is fumbling the lyrics, but he couldn’t care less about them right now as his current muse expresses undying infatuation for his band, for him. semi leans in to connect with him, but he’s almost too distracted to catch it. almost.

as he plays into his bandmate, he steals glances at her, flashing occasionally the tarnished fingernails that pick away at the strings. he can only hope that she is impressed, but he figures anyway that she should be; he is rockstar rintarou after all.

“oh, there ain’t no love, no montagues or capulets.”

he’s too engrossed in the song to notice his muse snapping quick pics of him when the lighting is right or when his green eyes look particularly vibrant and glossy against the black background. little does he know that they’re being sent to her friends, the friends who suggested she spend the night out at this little, underground bar, listening to this little, underground band, wearing her little black dress and shimmery makeup.

rintarou is almost disappointed that the song is coming to a close. almost. he knows their set contains three more songs, but this one just may have been the most important one. he catches the eyes of the pretty girl yet another time, putting his focus back on the lyrics a tad bit more.

“i don’t know if you’re looking for romance or.”

still capturing his gaze, she mouths a quick word at him, flicking her eyes to the floor, then to the side, and finally, back to him. his fingers fumble a bit as his brain comprehends the loaded phrase she’s just given him, mouth suddenly drying with them.

“electro-pop like a robot from 1984…”

he feels his heart racing his thoughts along the track he called a ribcage.

“said, from 1984.”

rintarou catches her cunning eyes and cheeky smile averting themselves from making direct contact with his own emerald stare. a few random notes ring out from his guitar, and they solidify the fact that he has no idea what just happened. semi turns to him, wearing a smirk that makes him relive the whole scene.

rintarou has finally caught someone who looks good on his favourite dance floor via flirting wildly in a song, and he’s never felt more like a rockstar.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu drabbles #suna rinatro #suna #rintarou #sunarin #rockstar au #suna rintaro scenarios #semi eita #im so in love with this idea #arctic monkeys #sunarin is SO alex coded #i like rockstars #this was fun to write #you better listen to the song 🤨 #for you my dear renardiererin!! #this has also happened to me so it’s a bit self indulgent #i love me a good rockstar moment #ok i’m done #bye #vii rants #vii writes

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i like being one of the few in the haikyuu verse that played volleyball before watching/reading because i know all the secrets 😏😏😏

i know when you guys do your proper research or just go off of the show/novels.

i know 😏😏😏

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who wrote the 4k word, multiple character ft. mutuals fic about the miya twins competing for the same person?? hello? anyone? asking for myself because my feed refreshed in the middle of it and i was so invested in the plot. these 🐩🍑 tumblr ads, smdh!!!

#haikyuu!! #fics #LOOOOONNNNGGGG #guys it was really good and im sad bc i can’t find it T_T #miya twins #miya atsumu #atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #miya osamu #osamu miya #osamu x reader #jesus that shit was so good #oikawa torū #tendou satori

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i think it’s hilarious that kuroo is labeled by the fandom as a sex god when he’s THE most average guy. he was the guy in middle school who was kinda ugly but suuuuper personable, played a few sports but excelled at none, and ate dry oatmeal in the back of class. his first years of high school, he became average-looking but was still super irrelevant because he did nothing but volleyball and school work, and in that order. he finally gains a small reputation of being fine in his last years of high school. still only does volleyball and school work (in that order), but his name is known amongst the underclassmen for being funny and good looking. he sits in the back of your ap science class, eating dry oatmeal from the pack. sometimes, he roasts the teacher’s outfit or comments sarcastically on the homework. i really think he’s just a smart jock in school.

#haikyuu!! #hq #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo hq #kuroo headcanons #high school man #this fandom is so hilarious about him #i had dudes like this in high school #please #mfer got no bitches in school #why was he eating dry oatmeal #he’s definitely a chemistry nerd #he says where my hug at lmao #ok #that’s it #bye #vii rants

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my miya divide is that osamu ends up being taller than atsumu by two inches, and it bugs atsumu to no end. 

#haikyuu!! #miya twins #miya atsumu #miya osamu #this is the miya divide

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henlo everyone!! i’m going to post another one of these #coffee headcanons because i’m in the running for a new coffeeshop job. enjoy!!

Shiratorizawa:

ushijima: grande ice water. his mother doesn’t allow him to have anything else :( but if tendou’s in charge of the starbucks run, he gets his boy a grande iced white mocha with sweet cream cold foam.

soekawa: a caramel macchiato. it’s simple enough but has a distinct flavour.

semi: he’s a little bit pretentious, so he orders something that’s a seasonal drink. that seasonal drink is an irish cream cold brew. it’s got the manly coffee with enough sweetness because he’s secretly a baby.

ohira: he’s getting a hibiscus refresher. tastes nice and isn’t sweet.

tendou: when he’s not drinking orange monster, he’s having an iced mocha with raspberry syrup. he’s wild but has refined taste, so this is sweet yet subtle enough for him.

yunohama: doppio espresso over ice. yes, he drinks it like that.

goshiki: nothing says bright colours better than this mans, he gets a kiwi star fruit refresher with no water. he wants the straight battery acid.

shibata: shaken espresso with oatmilk. it’s simple, and the sweetness is very subtle. it’s also one of the easier things he can memorise for when he gets nervous at the counter.

shirabu: now he’s full on pretentious. he used to say he was too good for starbucks, opting for only macchiatos from a small coffee shop, but medical school humbled him when he found out how much studying he actually had to do. somebody please take his starbucks card, this is his fifth nitro bomb of the day.

kawanishi: he’s a bit picky and a little headstrong, so he’s definitely getting a pink drink with no berries. yes, you heard me correctly. i’ve never seen a guy like this not getting a pink drink.

akakura: iced peach green tea lemonade. it’s a refreshing drink that pairs well with anything, just like him.

yamagata: trad misto. he finds espresso to be too rich, but he still likes the steamed milk of a latte. regular coffee satiates him, so this is his favourite drink.

sagae: another caramel macchiato drinker, though shirabu gets on his case for it being “too basic”.

umeda: just gets a regular grande pike, though he waits a bit to drink it because he doesn’t like when it’s too hot.

#haikyuu!! #coffee hcs #shiratorizawa #ushijima wakatoshi #soekawa #semi eita #ohira reon #tendou satori #yunohama #goshiki tsutomu #shibata #shirabu kenjirō #kawanishi #akakura #yamagata #sagae #umeda #caramel macchiato #wow shirabu’s a little bitch

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~miya atsumu~ 

It has been exactly three years since he first dyed his hair the atrocious, uneven, and untoned yellow that would finally, distinctly separate him from his twin.

 Atsumu stares at himself long and hard in the mirror, golden eyes frequently returning to his lemonade locks. It has been exactly three years since he began processing his then-virgin hair. He cards a calloused hand through his hair, recalling the times when it wasn’t so healthy. The times after volleyball practice when his hair would become brittle and crunchy upon absorbing all his sweat. The nights when he fought with his twin over conditioner, and ultimately ended up using his mother’s. 

The fateful morning when he found clumps of yellow on his pillow from the years of reckless bleachings and box dyes. 

Atsumu flips his hair over varying parts and sections, eventually discovering that something was wrong. “My roots are gettin’ dark,” he thinks partially aloud. He decides that he’ll give them a touch-up before he retires to his bed for the night. 

The short trip to his bathroom is mindless as he reaches for the bleach, mixing bowl, and toners that he knows all too well. He slides the metal end of a comb down the center of his head, minding the parts of hair that were longer than the others. Atsumu pours the proportions of his favourite bleach, the formula being child’s play to him now. He’s careful to only apply to the exact root but saturates the pieces accordingly. It’s therapeutic for him now, his only solitude coming from the self care he does at home, whether it’s fixing his grown-out roots or deep cleaning the floors. 

His hair processes to his liking and he continues with his routine as normal, save for the extra time he spends being generous with the purple conditioner that his brother has so graciously recommended to him. It has been exactly three years since he insisted that he become blond on the account of “samu’s too grey, and I look amazin’ in yellow.” Although he cherishes his brother, Atsumu couldn’t stand having to look like the fool any longer. 

Stepping out of the too-hot shower, Atsumu uses another series of conditioner that gets his hair to the sparkly lemonade shade that he so adores, the shade he’s worked so hard to accomplish. Gone are the days of cheap box dyes, harsh bleaches, and absent toners; instead, he finds solace in the products that don’t smell like a factory fire, ones that won’t dry his hair too too much. He drags his hands through the freshly dyed strands, admiring the years of personal growth that it took to learn to care for his hair. Blonds may have more fun, but not without the sacrificed time of perfecting their looks. 

It has been exactly three years since Atsumu deemed the term “blondie” was meant for him.

#haikyū!! #miya atsumu #atsumu drabble #drabble #atsumu miya #atsumu fluff #i like this idea #vii writes

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Watari would wear Jimmy Choo Illicit Flower because it was in the house and happens to be light and fresh

So, post timeskip, which Haikyuu boys do you think smells the best?

I know we all turn our head when we catch a whiff of someone who smells amazing, who do you think that would be?

*I say post timeskip cause let's be honest, all these boys were smelling of in HS is musk and Axe body spray*