As You All Know. I Work At An Elementary School. And For Christmas, A Bunch Of Kids Got Tamagotchis.

just finished my rant about never writing on tumblr again and how it destroys my sleep and wastes my time yet here i am finishing by megumi imagine after one (1) person complimented my other post

no fault on her of course because as an american it can be hard to get information from any other angle other than what the us provides, but this is 100% just another piece of crude propaganda used by the us to start conflict in china and create anti china support from us citizens. the hair has nothing to do with the so called prisoners in concentration camps. spreading awareness is lovely but it does good to look past the propaganda (not just from the us) and try to get at the un-manipulated facts

HQ BOYS WHEN YOU PULL THEM BY THEIR BELT/BELT LOOP

SUNA: a deep yelp comes from his lips, the usual bored look he had on his eyes now replaced with shock as his hands naturally lands to the nearest surface, trapping you in his arms. with his face now inches closer to yours, he looks down at you, the tension between you two now rising. he raises an eyebrow with curiosity in his eyes as his deep voice flows through your ears, “hm, what’s going on in that little head of yours, bun?”

KUROO: a startled expression etches on his face, not expecting you to do such a bold action. although, he’s quick to recover from his shock as he shoots you a cocky grin, letting his hand fall to rest on your hip. “what’s this, kitten? if you needed me, you could’ve just said so yourself.” he chuckles, “but this,” his eyes then wander down to where you were holding his belt, “this is probably much better.”

ATSUMU: literally gasps out loud in shock, “oh SHIT you- you really just did that huh?” he curses, trying his best to compose himself although he’s actually a stuttering mess. with a deep inhale, he lets his hands find their place on your hips as he looks down at you with a certain look on his eyes, clearing his throat. “are we gonna make out or..?”

IWAIZUMI: he looks down at you, surprised. letting an eyebrow raise as if he’s asking for you to explain what was that for. however, with that look on your eye, iwaizumi swore something had bursted inside him that lead him unable to restrain himself as he slowly slithers his arm around your waist, the action sending you shivers through your spine while you watch as he reaches your hand that was holding his belt, raising it to let it rest on his shoulder. he chuckles under his breath while he keeps eye contact with you, “god, you really don’t know what you’re doing to me, do you?”

SAKUSA: both his eyebrows shoot upwards and his body freezes momentarily. you watch as his eyes looks at you with shock written upon them. he could barely let out a steady statement as his breath wavers, “..w-what.. what are you doing?”

OIKAWA: “okay, so, remember when iw— AH! OH MY GOD!” he screeches out dramatically when you unexpectedly pull him by his belt and his heart runs in laps. he looks at you with shock as you only shoot him an innocent smile. “sweetie, what was that for?!” he lets a hand hover his chest as you giggle, about to give him an answer when he adds, “but that was kinda hot though..”

YAMAGUCHI: a high pitched yelp comes from his lips and he stares at you with wide eyes, a flush creeping across his cheeks. never have you seen your boyfriend look so embarrassed and surprised your whole life that you had to let out a laugh, your reaction worsening the blush on his cheeks as he holds the wrist of your hand that was holding his belt. “H-Honey.. S-Stop..”

KITA: when you pull him by his belt, he let’s out a tiny oh, peering at you with curiosity. smh innocent bb. he gives you a look that encourages you to explain what you did, but somehow, inside him, he thought it kinda felt nice to have you pull him towards you that way.

KENMA: he tenses. it honestly never crosses his mind once that you would ever do the action of pulling him towards you by his belt—the gesture so unexpected that it leaves him a blushing mess. his body freezes in place and you watch as he looks at you with wide eyes. “(y-y/n).. what was that..?”

KAGEYAMA: he really went “oh shit” as soon as he feels that force on his hip—not expecting you to suddenly pull him in that way. his eyebrows raises in surprise while his head tilts in confusion, not sure what to expect when you’re innocently looking at him in the eye. and he blinks, “uh. hi?”

ASAHI: “AH!” he lets out a yelp that could possibly be heard up to the second floor. he looks back and forth from your face then down to where your hand connects to his belt, letting him compose himself for a few moments as he freezes in place. his eyes widens and he stammers like crazy. “S-Sweetheart.. What- What did you just do..?”

USHIJIMA: both his eyebrows raise upon the sudden pull of force on his hip area. he looks down at you as he holds a potted plant on his hand. you watch as he blinks down at you, as if looking for any answers through whatever emotion your face has on. you let him place his plotted plant on the nearest surface and he faces you, holding your hand that was on his belt as he raises it to his chest, letting his thumb softly rub on to your soft skin. “is there anything you need, honey? you can tell me anything.”

MATTSUN: when you pull him by his belt, he lets shock overcome him, both his eyebrows shooting upward. and yet, that shock is quickly replaced by a smirk as he looks down to where your hand is holding his belt. he lets out a deep “oh?” with a certain glint on his eye that deeply intensifies your need for him.

BOKUTO: “AH! WHAT AR—wait what’s this all about baby?” his mood alters in the quickest because one moment his eyes were widened like saucers and now he’s peering down at you with expectation. and you’re starting to think he’s just realizing how much he likes the way you pull him to you by his belt. you could see the blush appearing on his cheeks as he scratches the back of his neck bashfully—a rare thing to be seen from the bokuto kotaro. and he suggests cheekily, “you know.. maybe you should do this more often.. hehe.”

AKAASHI: he lets out the softest gasp from his lips as his widened eyes wander down to where your hand grasps onto his belt, and his mind really goes ‘oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god-’ but then he scratches that by clearing his throat, trying his all to keep his composure while barely managing to keep eye contact with you. “w-what is it you need, honey..?”

the moon tonight folks? she’s beautiful.

POOL PARTY

- While the media calls it the resistance of the Ukrainian people to the Russian invasion, on the other hand, the resistance of the Palestinian people to the Israeli occupation is called terrorism.

Some summery wave studies! Inspired by Henry Wong’s gorgeous water studies that he did a few months back.

8:01

“Did you-“

You blinked up at him and waited for the rest of the question. He coughed and looked over the top of your head before trying again.

“Did you want to st-“

He faltered when his eyes landed back on you. You looked happy and ready to wait in his arms forever while he sorted out his words.

“Is Bakugou okay?”

“I think Y/N broke him.”

“Ribbit.”

His grip tightened on you for a moment before he slid his arms up to wrap around your head instead of your shoulders. You giggled at the makeshift muscle earmuffs.

“SHUT UP EXTRAS OR I-“

You had wriggled free and had a brow raised at him. You were too close to risk yelling.

“-or I’ll murder you.” He spoke over the top of your head at the small audience.

“Let’s go study, Bakugou.” He huffed in reply and looked back down at you, trying to hide a pout. He also tried not to smile when he saw you still half buried in his arms.

“Oi, don’t call me that. I didn’t even yell that loud…for most of it.” He head-butted you softly, earning a laugh from you.

“Maybe stop saying you’ll murder our friends.”

He looked unsatisfied.

“C’mon, Katsuki. Let’s go study. You seemed distracted by something today.” You blinked up at him innocently. He smiled and leaned forward to growl into your ear.

“Wonder if it had to do with someone pulling me into that stairwell and…”

He looked up to see Jirou was one of the people in the room. He opened his mouth to resume shouting, but closed it when he realized you were already tugging him toward the elevators.

“I’ll murder you guys later.”

“Sure you will.”

“Have fun, studying.”

“Ribbit.”

Masterlist

Hihihi congrats on the milestone!👀 can I get atsumu with 📷(is it this camera or the camera that is flashing idk hhhhhh)? If you wanna have something to base it in, I really like “驀然回首那人卻在燈火闌柵處” from 青玉案 which I know isn’t a happy prose exactly but let’s be shallow for a second and take it at face value hehe😌

Miya Atsumu x Confession (708 words)

For Cadence <3 – not quite a meet-cute because the poetry you gave me didn’t quite fit that, but I hope this suffices. 

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You return home for Hatsumode in January, a dutiful daughter who heeds her mother’s call. So too, do the Miya twins, though you suspect Atsumu rather resents the relentless nagging from his mother asking him when he’s going to bring home a prospective daughter in law from the way he escapes from his parent’s house, scaling the fence to sit beside you on your parent’s garden swing, a bottle of sake as his entry fee.

“I already told her that dating’s a pain. They all just wanna date me cos they think volleyball players rake in cash, but c’mon, ya know how I’m underpaid especially if I don’t land any sponsors.”

 A familiar complaint you’ve heard throughout the years, one that you’re growing impatient with. 

“Maybe it’s because your standards are too high, and you rule out all the decent ones.” 

He reacts with expected scorn, sneering at his shot glass – “I’d jump at a chance for a date with someone decent, but I don’t know a single ‘un”. 

“Don’t you?” You bristle at the slight to your gender. “Miya Atsumu, you’re exaggerating as usual.”

“Fine – name me a single decent person willing to date me then.” 

You stare at him. You consider throwing your unfinished sake at him, screaming that for god’s sake you’ve been in love with him ever since you were fifteen and he finally outgrew his childhood habit of trying to gross you out by showing you the frogs he catches on rainy days. 

But you don’t. 

It’s not his fault you’re a coward for not admitting that you’re tempted to kiss him on the lips every time he swings you into his arms when he wins a match. It’s not his fault you’re a coward for not admitting that you’ve cried yourself to sleep when you heard he got a girlfriend for the first time. 

No. 

The fault is all yours.

And it’s your choice if you want to communicate like a damn adult. Even if you still feel like a teenager with a crush every time he crosses your path. 

You take another swig of sake, inviting liquid courage to flood your veins. 

“What about me?” 

His head swivels around to look at you almost comically. 

“You?” 

You’re tempted to back paddle into a joke, reassume the status quo. But you gather the scraps of your courage to step out of the dark, to offer him with open palms your bare, beating heart.

“Yes, me.” You say, looking him straight in the eye. “I think I’m a decent person. And I’d date you.”   

The look of confusion on his face is a knife to your chest. You get off the swing, ready to retreat to your childhood bedroom to mourn your embarrassment and heartbreak by your longtime crush. 

With a setter’s reflexes, Miya Atsumu catches your elbow before you slip out of his grasp.

“Yer not joking, are ya? Cos if ya are, it’d be a pretty shitty joke.” 

You shake your head, too tired to yank the knife buried in your chest yourself. “Why would I joke about this?” 

He trips over his words in his haste to respond. “C-cos I’d never imagine yer wanna date me in a million years – ya always got so angry with me when we were kids-”

“That’s cos you were a little shit and tried pranking me all the damn time”, you reply. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. G'dnight, Atsumu.”

“Wait!” This time he trips over his feet, falls headfirst into a pool of golden streetlight. “I haven’t given you my answer yet!”

 “What?” You bite out, resorting to hostility to mask your open wound. 

His smile is genuine, a little shy. 

“If yer crazy enough to have me, I’d leap at the chance.” 

You’re not sure about the sequence of events that follow next. 

The only thing you know for sure is that he steals your absolution for being careless with your heart by crashing his lips onto yours, like a tidal wave breaking onto shore. And you let your very breath be stolen from your lungs by the golden boy you’ve loved all this while.