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merpmonde · 20 days
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While some wait for cherry blossoms as a sign of spring (and this includes me), another sign of the season in Alsace is the stork. Saw my first one in the sky this week - but this photo is from a previous year.
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oldfarmhouse · 5 months
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Magical Rustic
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glucosehighs · 1 year
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MSBY, who are tired of watching Atsumu and Sakusa bicker non-stop on and off the court, decide to exploit their uber-competitiveness in an attempt to get them to bond.
They start simple.
"Atsumu-san!" Hinata calls. "How about a game of two-on-two! Bokuto-san and me versus you and Omi-san!"
"Why can't I be on a team with you or Bokuto?" Atsumu protests. "Omi-kun's stubborn ass is going to drag us both down."
Hinata shrugs. "I mean, it's no problem if you think you guys aren't going to play as well since you don't click-"
That does it. "No," Atsumu says immediately, a determined light coming into his eyes. "Come on, Omi-kun! These sets aren't gonna spike themselves."
The next time, Inunaki strolls over to Sakusa while they're on a water break, and goes, "Y'know, I found some old photos from the high school volleyball circuit the other day! I gotta say, you didn't change much, but Atsumu has sure bulked up since then!"
To the untrained eye, Sakusa is completely unfazed. But months of association means that Inunaki catches the almost invisible tick at the corner of Sakusa's eye. 
"Why should I care about Miya's physique?" Sakusa scowls.
"You don't have to!" Inunaki says. "But- damn, look at those thighs now. I bet no one can lift him."
Sakusa's mouth presses itself into a hard line. "Hold my bottle," he says to Inunaki, and then marches over to where Atsumu is in an animated conversation with Bokuto.
"Omi-kun, what the f-" Atsumu barely manages to get a few words out before Sakusa is wrapping an arm around his shoulders and another around his knees and swinging him into a bridal carry.
As Sakusa glares triumphantly at Inunaki, the gymnasium falls into an awed silence.
"Alright, fine," Inunaki says placatingly. "You've made your point, Sakusa."
Atsumu, still very much cradled in Sakusa's arms, stares up at him. "So forward of you, Omi-kun! At least take me to dinner first-"
Sakusa promptly drops him.
After seeing the lengths the two are willing to go to for the sake of pride, the team's requests only get bolder.
Bokuto challenges them to an arm wrestling competition against each other, one that goes on for the entirety of ten minutes until Sakusa finally wins by blowing lightly in Atsumu's face. "I bet Atsumu is a better cook than Sakusa" results in what becomes fondly remembered as the Great MSBY Cook Off and the entire building being evacuated when a fire alarm is inevitably set off, which is how the team learns that they are both equally disastrous in the kitchen. (Neither of them refer to recipes when they cook). Everyone severely underestimates Sakusa's alcohol tolerance until they're all gaping as he downs six Jagerbombs in a row.
Even Atsumu looks intimidated by that. "Should've gone to college," he mutters.
At an away game, Inunaki makes the most audacious bet yet. "Atsumu," he calls. "We bet you and Sakusa can't share a room tonight."
There's instant pin-drop silence, and someone gasps theatrically. 
Then Atsumu says. "You're on. But you're buying us dinner tomorrow if we do it."
"Deal," Inunaki says immediately.
Later, Bokuto remarks to Hinata, "I bet they're at each other's throats now."
"Yeah," Hinata nods vehemently. "Ten bucks says Omi-san is making him sleep in the bathtub."
They couldn't have been more wrong. As they speak, Atsumu and Sakusa have pushed the two single beds in their room together to form a giant bed, and have gotten under the covers together after their nightly skincare routine.
"Hey, Omi," Atsumu says. His back is pressed up against Sakusa's front, and Sakusa's chin is tucked on his shoulder as he slings an arm across his waist. "When are we gonna tell them that we're- y'know, dating?"
"How much have we gotten so far?" Sakusa asks.
Atsumu screws up his eyebrows in thought. "About seventy thousand yen in cash, three free dinners, so many free drinks..."
"Don't forget that we won that handheld massager from Barnes," Sakusa reminds him.
"Oh, yeah. And the spa trip from Bokuto," Atsumu says. "I still feel kind of bad about that, but also, not really."
"Have you gotten enough yet?" Sakusa asks, his breath tickling Atsumu's ear.
Atsumu hums, and threads their fingers together. "I heard about this amazing new brunch place in Shinmachi. Pity it's crazy expensive."
"Ah," Sakusa says. "I guess telling the team will just have to wait."
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peribot · 2 years
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ugh!
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el-rincon-de-stelle · 2 years
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Mientras exista el mal de amores, las situaciones tristes, el necesitar darme ánimos, siempre habrán letras que transmitan mis emociones y sentimientos.
Stelle | 04 ene 2021
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dailysudeikis · 2 years
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Jason in Richmond on the set of Ted Lasso.
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taramysweetlove · 1 year
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Boursin-cheese-pasta
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bluesman56 · 2 years
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Malham Cove up front by Tony
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goodwillfidgetspinner · 5 months
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celibacy pride flag
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Shirt for completing the hike, and medal for completing the hike for the seventh time. Since it is the Seven Mountains, every seventh time (7, 14, 21, etc.) you complete it is a big deal.
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glucosehighs · 1 year
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All his life, Kiyoomi has been told that he is too much.
His first girlfriend breaks up with him in spring, and the raindrops pattering down on the concrete of the schoolyard almost drowns out the edge in her voice as she tells Kiyoomi that she can't be with someone who isn't as committed to a relationship as she is.
"I'm really sorry," she says. "I admire how much you love your club. I really do. But I don't want to spend my life being second place to volleyball. "
Kiyoomi takes it with grace. He forgets her within a month.
"When are you going to stop doing that?" his college boyfriend asks tiredly, years later. 
Kiyoomi freezes in the middle of wiping down the study chair in his room, and turns to find him, arms folded in the doorway of his room.
"Really, Kiyoomi," he says. "You can't expect me to live like this forever."
"Like what?" Kiyoomi asks, even though he already knows the answer.
His boyfriend (soon to be ex) clicks his tongue in exasperation. "Are you really making me say it? You know I'll sound like the bad guy, Kiyoomi."
Kiyoomi has never hated the sound of his own name more. "Yes," he says brittlely. "Just so we're clear."
There is a pause, for a very long while. Kiyoomi flicks his gaze back to the stubborn stain on the seat of his chair, and scrubs a little harder than before. Then -
"Do you think you'll ever get better?"
Kiyoomi turns away fully, then, so he can't see the angry tears gathering in his eyes. 
"I don't know," he says. "But you won't be around to find out."
Atsumu loves volleyball just as much as Kiyoomi does. He accepts gifts from Kiyoomi's fans on his behalf, and steadies Kiyoomi with a hand on the edge of his sleeve when Kiyoomi stumbles in a crowded bus because he refuses to grab on to the handlebars.
So when Atsumu confesses to Kiyoomi with all the bashfulness of a 13 year old girl in the locker room after a big game, handwritten letter and all, Kiyoomi can't quite believe his luck. He accepts so eagerly that it might have been embarrassing if not for Atsumu's own flushed cheeks, pink with happiness.
Of course, being a staunch believer in Murphy's Law, Kiyoomi isn't the least bit surprised when Atsumu shows up one day with a giant bouquet of flowers. Which isn't a problem in and of itself, except-
"Aren't you allergic to flowers?" Motoya's laughter crackles down the line as Kiyoomi pans the camera to the two dozen roses sitting in his bathtub. 
Kiyoomi doesn't own a vase large enough to store two dozen roses, and he doesn't think his lungs are big enough to contain the sheer amount of love bursting through his veins.
"Yes," Kiyoomi replies. "But you're not to say a word of this to him."
"Oh my god," Motoya crows. "You have it so bad, Kiyoomi."
No shit, Kiyoomi thinks, even as he vehemently rubs at his running nose and exits the bathroom hastily.
The problem, however, was that Atsumu had taken Kiyoomi's watery eyes as a sign that he was just extremely moved by Atsumu's grand gesture. Which he was, but Kiyoomi's watery eyes were also, unfortunately, a sign of his allergic reaction. To his horror, Atsumu starts bringing him bouquets every day, giant sunflowers and tulips and forget-me-nots, just because "I love it when my prickly Omi-kun is touched! You look so adorable when you get all sniffly."
Kiyoomi can't bear to tell him the truth, not when Atsumu looks so pleased and endeared every time his eyes turn red whenever Atsumu presents him with a new bouquet. And deep down, he knows some part of him is afraid that if he tells him, Atsumu might just decide that /this/ is the straw that breaks the camel's back. And Kiyoomi knows that for the second time in his life, he's found something he can't bear to lose.
"You could always throw the flowers away, you know," Motoya points out amusedly.
Kiyoomi presses his lips together stubbornly, even as he curls up in his couch, a tissue pressed to his nose, the apartment behind him painted with a sea of floral hues.
"'M not going to," Kiyoomi says thickly. "It'd be a waste of his money." 
Motoya mutters something that sounds a lot like "sap", and Kiyoomi graciously pretends not to hear him.
Of course, just as Motoya predicted, he is forced to call in sick from practice one day, his stuffy nose finally getting the better of him. He's steeling himself to finally clear the flowers from his apartment when his doorbell rings. Kiyoomi feels a sense of foreboding immediately creep up his spine. 
"Omi-kun!" Atsumu calls cheerfully as he pushes past him into the apartment the moment Kiyoomi opens the door. "I brought ya soup for yer flu, and-"
Atsumu stops, his gaze landing on the giant pile of flowers sitting in the trash bag in the middle of the living room.
"I can explain," Kiyoomi says, feeling almost lightheaded. 
Atsumu holds up a hand, and Kiyoomi cuts himself off. He prepares himself for the worst, and curses himself for forgetting Murphy's damn law.
"Omi-kun." Against all odds, somehow Atsumu's eyes are the ones that are filling with tears. "Do you not love me anymore?" 
Of all the things he'd been expecting, Kiyoomi is completely unprepared for this. "What?" he manages to choke out.
"Y-you're throwin' away all the flowers I gave you, and you called sick from practice- oh my god, are you breaking up with me and transferring to another team?" 
"What the hell," Kiyoomi says in disbelief, and then bursts into laughter.
Atsumu blinks at him in confusion, tears still running down his cheeks. "B-but-"
"I'm allergic to pollen," Kiyoomi confesses, the words tumbling out from his mouth in a rush. "I didn't want to tell you because you were so excited about them, and I know you put up with a lot from me already, and I just didn't want to give you something else to deal with." 
"What?" Atsumu looks angry now. "Why the hell would I think that?"
"Because," Kiyoomi says, suddenly feeling very uncertain. "I don't know," he finishes lamely. 
Atsumu jabs a finger aggressively at his chest. "Sakusa Kiyoomi," Atsumu starts. His brows are scrunched together furiously and his cheeks are still ruddy with emotion, but Kiyoomi has never loved the sound of his own name more.
"I dare you," he continues, "I double dare you. I triple dare you. To ever find something about yourself that I wouldn't want to put up with."
Kiyoomi nearly chokes on his own spit. "What?"
"You heard me," Atsumu says, crossing his arms stubbornly. His cheeks redden even more, but his voice is unwavering. "You’re not getting rid of me that easily, you hear?" 
Kiyoomi is too stunned to speak for a moment, and Atsumu takes his silence for disbelief.
"Fine," Atsumu huffs. "I'll prove it to you."
The next day, Kiyoomi finds a giant bouquet of plastic roses waiting on top of his locker. 
"Bit tacky, don't you think?" Inunaki remarks as he passes. "Think Atsumu finally went broke from all the real flowers?"
"No," Kiyoomi says, and shoots a smile at Atsumu's back, where he definitely isn't eavesdropping on their conversation. "I think it's perfect."
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dbphantom · 9 months
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i just reaaaaally hope the special announcement isn't only the Pirate Warriors 4 DLC. I mean it'd be sick as HELL to play as The Silly and honestly I'll take any new scenes with him at this point, plus a PW panel is not specifically listed on the schedule in the description so that could be the SPECIAL LIVE section that's 30min right at the end OR it could be the Special Stage announcement described in the description which seems to share a time slot with the Bounty Rush panel buuuuut i really hope we get smth more than a DLC announcement for a game (and maybe gameplay?) also the announcement/trailer could just be slotted into the One Piece News Corner 1 or 2 because that also seems vague enough to fit a game DLC announcement. also why would they ruin the ~special announcement~ with a tweet 3 days ahead of the actual stream? personally i wouldn't do that myself but i'm trying to be realistic and just expect the DLC announcement and that's it.
honestly i was surprised about the announcement that PW4 is getting more DLC because I haven't heard anything about Odyssey. I haven't even beaten Odyssey to get to the existing DLC yet, but the point stands... maybe people didn't like Odyssey as much as PW4? I find Odyssey kinda dull gameplay-wise, so maybe that's why they're not... Idk tho I'm extraordinarily picky (I still think PW3 is better than PW4 and that's definitely not nostalgia speaking 😤) so maybe the general fanbase liked it... maybe we will get more Odyssey stuff and they just haven't announced it yet lol
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peribot · 2 years
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i don't need to be on top to know i'm worth it cause i'm strong enough to know the truth
"G.U.Y." - lady gaga
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el-rincon-de-stelle · 2 years
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Toda esa tristeza me orilló para hacer lo que más amo y no me arrepiento.
Stelle | 09 feb 2021
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dailysudeikis · 2 years
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Jason at Richmond for some more Ted Lasso shoots.  credit to @fandomfrolics
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