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#yes this is about haikyuu
mantareidraws · 10 months
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A gacha postcard I designed for @/hqsummercse over on twt!! Would I entrust ushiwaka to handle my passport, boarding pass, itinerary, and accommodation plans... ABSOLUTELY 🫣
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emmyrosee · 2 years
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Kiyoomi loves holding his daughter’s tiny hand.
Walking her to school, he loves that she squeezes two of his thick fingers with her whole fist when she’s ready to leave. In the grocery store, he’s got his hand clasped around hers protectively, the other holding the list you made him- she’s holding a list of her own, just to be like him.
After a jackals game, she wants to say hello to her second favorite uncles- that first spot is reserved for Komori, thankfully- and Kiyoomi keeps the tightest grip on her little hand while she tugs and pulls him towards Bokuto with all her might.
But despite this, there’s a pattern within the handholding that only those with the most keen eye can notice; So far, only Hinata has said something even remotely about it. Kiyoomi’s not even sure if you notice it, despite the frequency.
Holding his baby’s hand is his favorite thing in the world, yes- but only in his right hand.
The left hand is reserved for you, and you alone. He doesn’t tell you anything about it, you’d tease him relentlessly for it, but he feels relaxed when your wedding rings slip over each other when you lace your fingers with his. He smiles cheekily at you when he brings your knuckles up to kiss them, favoring the ring finger.
Maybe it’s just an obsession with your wedding ring above all else, his favorite symbol of everlasting love and a life with you, and he’s fine to not have the use of his hands when you’re out and about, his child on his right hip and your hand tightly woven with his left. If she’s in the middle, her left hand resides in his right, leaving his palm open in case you ever do decide to hold his hand instead of hers.
Whatever the circumstance, all he can do is thank whatever gods listened for his two favorite people to occupy both sides of him.
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touchlikethesun · 3 months
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screamin-abt-haikyuu · 6 months
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Today, I'm thinking about timeskip Asahi's arms.
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Like excuse me sir
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s-c-l-n · 1 month
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atsumu who is very popular with the media and sakusa who is only ever seen in the media hanging onto atsumu
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revasserium · 2 months
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my favorite thing about stories, be it books or manga, tv shows or movies, or even epic poems and recited songs, is that they never really end -- the part we tell might end: there will always be a last page, or a last episode, a list minute, or a last line, but not really -- because even if it ends here, the story itself keeps on going -- in your heart, in your mind, in the hearts and minds of everyone who's read it or watched it, listened to it or sang it.
and the best part of all that is, even if it does "end", you can go right back to the beginning and start again.
because yes, stories end. the ending will always be there.
but then, so will the beginning.
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The powerhouse, Shiratorizawa!
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shcyc · 2 years
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THINKING ABOUT TIMESKIP! SHŌYŌ VERY HARD !!!!!!!!!!!!!
I NEED HIM TO CHOKE ME WITH HIS FUCKING BICEPS AND HIS THIGHS AND CRUSH ME WITH HIS HUGS PLEASE I AM NOT ASKING FOR MUCH I JUST WANT TO DIE BY THE HANDS OF TIMESKIP! HINATA SHŌYŌ MY BELOVED I NEED THIS MAN UP MY VAGINA RIGHT NOW I AM NOT ASKING
HE CAN MANHANDLE ME HOWEVER HE WANTS THROW ME AROUND LIKE A TOY I DON’T CARE I WILL EVEN SUCK HIS DICK FOR HIM AND I HATE SUCKING DICKS BECAUSE THEY ARE ew BUT FOR HIM I WOULD DO IT I WILL BEG HIM TO LET ME DO IT
insane… insane… insane… insane… insane… insane.. insane… insane… insane… insane… insane… insane.. insane… insane… insane… insane… insane… insane.. insane… insane… insane… insane… insane… insane.. insane… insane… insane… insane… insane… insane.. insane… insane… insane… insane… insane… insane.. insane… insane… insane… insane… insane… insane.. insane… insane… insane… insane… insane… insane.. insane… insane… insane… insane… insane… insane.. insane… insane… insane… insane… insane… insane.. insane… insane… insane… insane… insane… insane.. insane… insane… insane… insane… insane… insane.. insane… insane… insane… insane… insane… insane.. insane… insane… insane… insane… insane… insane.. insane… insane… insane… insane… insane… insane.. insane… insane… insane… insane… insane… insane.. insane… insane… insane… insane… insane… insane.. insane… insane… insane… insane… insane… insane.. insane… insane… insane… insane… insane… insane.. insane… insane… insane… insane… insane… insane.. insane… insane… insane… insane… insane… insane.. insane… insane… insane… insane… insane… insane.. insane… insane… insane… insane… insane… insane.. insane… insane… insane… insane… insane… insane.. insane… insane… insane… insane… insane… insane..
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littencloud9 · 13 days
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head in my hands. what sport would chuuya play in a highschool au
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reineyday · 10 months
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love how karasuno's main characteristic is that theyre scrappy as fuck and hate losing. they dont wanna lose to their rivals and they dont wanna lose to their teammates. they grow into these people that choose to step up to the plate over and over bc they have teammates they trust to support them if they fail, and if they choose to stay back then they're only disappointing themselves. it's so great.
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jusst-you-race · 26 days
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more thoughts on volleyball au
the grid is in two teams, they aren't professional players, this is just a community league that these two teams happen to take ridiculously seriously. lewis is captain of one team, max is captain of the other.
they play practice matches against each other all the time because they're the only really competitive teams in the area. they call each other sworn rivals and everyone else in the community league hates how dramatic they both are about it all
max is an excellent captain until it comes time for pep talks, so he offloads this duty to lando or daniel. lewis gets carlos to yell at his team for him when they aren't listening and lets george give powerpoint presentations on strategy
not a single on of them takes it easy on the highschool kids in the league because they are ridiculous competitive idiots
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lazuliquetzal · 10 months
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i want to hear the sports anime manifesto
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Okay short version:
My life was a sports anime for a bit, and watching sports anime makes me nostalgic for those days.
Medium version:
The typical shonen sports anime deals with themes of camaraderie, ambition, and the intersections of camaraderie and ambition, which ALWAYS hits me right in the chest.
I'm not an ambitious person by nature, but--you know that one poem floating around on here, the one about the moth that wants nothing more than to fly into the flame, and how it would be nice to feel that kind of all consuming passion? Yeah, that's the feeling I get from sports anime.
And often, for the Team Sports anime, you'll get characters who have nothing in common except that they Love the Same Thing--a friendship/rivalry/(romance) formed on the basis of a shared interest. That's sweet as hell!
And they're super predictable and low stress for me. Very easy to watch! Total popcorn shows. Also I like listening to people infodump about their passions. Someone loved their Sport so much they wrote a whole-ass story about it, so yeah, eat that shit up.
Long version:
The Socioeconomic Inequalities of High School Sports
In high school, I was on a crappy underfunded soccer team (with a healthy dose of sexism) and due to [sports league division reasons] the schools we played against were almost exclusively private schools.
I cannot describe how existential it is to be wearing a hand-me-down formerly white-turned-disgusting-gray uniform that's at least five years old when playing against a team that gets brand new windbreakers every season.
(If you've read AAB, YES this is where my obsession with the windbreakers comes from.)
(Hilariously, the guys team got windbreakers but we didn't.)
(I am not over the fucking windbreakers.)
But anyway, when you're constantly losing to private schools you get this fucking complex about it.
This should come as no surprise but like. People with the time and resources to practice their Thing get good at their Thing.
Playing pick up soccer at the park is practice. Playing rec league soccer is organized, repeated practice.
Playing competitive club soccer is all of that, plus a coach who knows How To Coach and What The Sport Is, plus you get morale-boosting uniforms and the chance to play with and against other skilled players. So you're exposed to a lot more, and thus, you learn a lot more.
Competitive club soccer is also Expensive. Rich kids get good.
There's a reason why the "Powerhouse School" is a thing in sports anime, because it's a thing in real life. People with leisure time and money get to invest in their sports development, and everyone else gets left behind in the dust. It's basically a microcosm of capitalism.
The underdog sports story is (quite tragically) bootstraps propaganda. All you have to do is be really good and work really hard and have A LOT OF PASSION to get good at your sport! The cream rises to the top! This is a meritocracy! Let's ignore all the other factors that go into an individual's development as an athlete!
(My brother got scouted for club soccer as a kid. He actually went to tryouts and got offered a spot and a scholarship and everything, but there's SO many hidden fees after the initial registration. Uniforms, equipment, travel and accommodation, tournaments, plus like, the time sink, so we never signed him up. And equipment-wise, soccer is one of the cheapest sports you can play--just imagine the price for something like baseball or hockey.)
In sports anime, there is no reform. There is no revolution.
But sports anime isn't really about that. It's about the narratives we create when we convince ourselves that we deserve to win.
(You know what I mean. Every billionaire is convinced they're some sort of heroic underdog. The same exact kind of 'working your way up' narrative.)
Sports anime is like, the uncomplicated power fantasy of playing the game. It's a world where you are rewarded for your hard work, because it's narratively satisfying. It's a world where it's safe to want things, because you have the exact same chances as the private school kids.
I used to be an obnoxiously competitive child. Then I got all my competition beaten out of me by 3 straight years of constant losing in my clownagerie of a high school soccer team (affectionate). I am going to admit that experience made me a better person and I would not trade it for anything, but I also had to like, relearn how to want things. And maybe real life is not as equal opportunity as the world of sports anime, but I think it's good to want things.
Of course, the winner-loser dichotomy makes sense in sports because of the inherent nature of competition, but it doesn't make sense in stuff like society and economics because that's like, competing over the right to live. That's where the capitalism metaphor ends,
Does sports anime actually go into the socioeconomic inequalities of sports? No. Of course not. Giant Killing never got a season 2.
But it is something I think about when I write sports anime fic. Even if it's not the point, it influences my characterization. The ego of a prodigy character in a shitty sports program is different from the ego of a prodigy character in a rich kid sports program. I am obligated to my amateur attempts to capture the complexities of the high school sports environment in my fanfiction because I am fucking insane I had a specific high school sports experience and they do say to write what you know.
#MEG I SWEAR TO YOU I WILL READ TANGERINE AT SOME POINT#I have so many thoughts about sports anime which is tragic because sports anime is not that deep#it is never that deep#part of the reason why I got so sucked into Daiya is because of the powerhouse school setting#and the fact that Eijun was so obviously lost because he never had that kind of organized system before#people give Seidou a lot of shit for 'not helping Eijun' enough but genuinely it's because he has NO CLUE how to reach out#I poured so much brainpower into Eijun's backstory in my brain it's embarrassing as hell#*shaking fanfic authors by the shoulders* YEAH THE CUTTHROAT COMPETION SUCKS BUT YOU DONT FIX IT BY SENDING HIM TO A DIFFERENT SCHOOL#I also am the only person who understands Miyuki Kazuya (exaggeration)#everyone gives him shit for the Nabe thing and look. yes he was wrong.#but I was once in that same exact situation and responded exactly the same way#Daiya no Ace is not about friendship#it's about Ambition#and people tend to make Eijun the sweet sentimental sunshine friendship guy#but he has JUST as much cutthroat ambition as Miyuki#that's why they work. that's why they understand each other#there's a whole essay I could write about Misawa but it's basically just chapter 18 of AAB#anyway if you want to watch a sports anime that does the Healthy Ambition and the Friendship Thing in the most wholesome way possible#watch Haikyuu. it really is the perfect sports anime.#shame the fanfic is 99% ship because the sports aspect of it is SUPER sweet#asks#jumpstrike#I'm answering jumpstrike but Tav I hope you see this too#lazuli talks#sports anime
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seishun-emergency · 1 year
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kindaichi and kunimi act like kageyama's exes. it's the bitterness of seeing him after having broken up with him for things about himself that he could have changed and worked on and would have allowed the relationship to continue and realizing that in the time since you last saw him and now he's done all the work you'd hoped he would have done for you. and you sit there and you ask yourself why couldn't he have changed for me why didn't i get the kageyama that cares about his spikers and listens to the people around him and tries so hard to communicate and what about them is better and what don't i have that they so clearly do
(and then the real tragedy is that it was never a matter of being better or having some unnamed quality it was just a matter of time and circumstance and yet the bitterness and the envy still take so long to fade)
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curiouslylazy · 2 months
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Nekoma deserved better.
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dinosuccessor · 11 months
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Bokuto kotaro being sappier than sugar maple and Akaashi keiji being a voracious pancake <3
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emmyrosee · 2 years
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In case you didn’t know, I’m in love with Osamu Miya.
But I’m especially in love with the idea that Osamu Miya can, and does, look good doing absolutely anything. Be it from folding your laundry (seriously, he knows how to fold a bed sheet? God tier.) to tying a tie around his neck for a business meeting, even drying his hair from a shower is an absolute joy to witness him do, and your eyes merely glaze and follow his frame as he performs these tasks with you to only watch.
And boy, do you indeed love to watch him.
“What’re you lookin’ at?” He snickers, his eyes fixating on yours through the mirror, massive paw carding back his now brushed, albeit still damp hair. You offer him a shrug and a smile, “just you… I’m always looking at you.”
When he bows his head to hide the blush and the smile that wants to spread over his face, he’s interrupted by your dramatic sigh, “can’t help but think how I could do so. Much. Better.”
His eyes, now glimmering with mischief, meet yours back in the mirror, and he gives you a sharp, overdone inhale through his nose before stalking towards you. “Is that right?” He hums, planting himself at the edge of the bed and biting his cheek. “Seven years together and you’ve had to live with that knowledge every day?” Before you can answer, a massive hand darts down to wrap around your ankle and drag you down the bed and have him stood between your legs, ignoring your screams and laughter of protest. “How have you ever lived such a life?”
“Osamu!” You scream, your legs tossing around his waist instinctively while his now free hands lace his fingers between yours before pinning them on either side of your head. You try to tug your arms down, but he’s got them exactly where he wants them, and he’s not letting them go.
“You poor, poor thing, didn’t your friends warn you about that before we got together?” He peppers your neck and ears with bites and kisses to make you squeak and laugh at the ticklish feeling, your heels drumming against his lower back. “S-Stoppit!” You scold as sternly as you can despite your laughter.
“Oh, what, don’t want some absolute ogre so close to you?” He playfully starts to slam his hips upwards to bounce into yours, mimicking an all too familiar action and causing your body to bounce and shift upwards. Each slam of his hips against yours only makes a louder scream tumble past your lips, and your legs tighten around him. The bed creaks under you both, his mock thrusts showing a playful side of ‘Samu you’d always crave.
“O-Sam-u!” You laugh with each jounce of your frame. You finally tug your hands free and shove him back with all your might when he uses one of his newly free hands to skitter over your ribs. “I-I-I’m sorry!” You whine, arching as much as you can against his tickling and thrusting hips.
“For calling me ugly, or for insinuating you could do better?” He says, but his voice holds no annoyance or sadness, instead, it’s mingled with a smile that plants sweet kisses to your jawline once he stops his merciless punishment.
“You’re not ugly,” you sigh happily at the feeling of his lips over your skin, your arms tossing around his neck when you deem him pliant. “I just hate how handsome you are- gotta knock you down a peg once in a while.”
“And that seemed to work awesome for ya.” He snickers against your skin before wrapping his own arms around you, worming them between your body and the mattress to hold you impossibly closer.
“But hey… must be pretty handsome if I was able to score you, babe.”
You smile and scratch lovingly at his undercut, “must be.”
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