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“that’s not ridiculous— that’s not ridiculous to say that!!” 🗣️🗣️
i understand the appeal of the multicharacter imagines (where it’s an imagine and then just a bunch of names under it).. but did i seriously just see one that says ‘your fav’ 😭
the cultural impact of the 2024 paris olympic village chocolate muffin (i want to try it so bad)
the olympic muffins w/ atsumu | wc: 260 m.list
“you need to eat something other than muff-”
“no, no, y/n, you don’t understand how amazing these chocolate muffins are,” atsumu sits across from you, chocolate already on his fingers, some smudged on the tip of his nose.
you roll your eyes, hands holding a sandwich. everything there is amazing, the different cultures and flavors represented in an array of recipes. and yet all that atsumu seems to be grabbing are the chocolate muffins. he raises his eyebrows at you, waiting for a retort that he would only scoff at. “right, right.. because that is totally healthy for game day,” you take another bite, watching as he does as well.
“but when else will i get to eat these? besides the swimmer dude keeps taking them all anyway,” atsumu shrugs, not having fully swallowed the large bite of chocolate.
it’s beginning to cover his teeth in an odd display, your hand reaching for a napkin to help clean him up. “when you’re done with finishing your event in the olympics.. but also you do have something on your face,” taking the condensation on your water, you wet the napkin and bring it up to his face.
wiping his nose and sides of his mouth, he gives you a warm smile, “what would i do without you, my sweet, sweet girlfriend here?”
“well you’d be a mess, that’s for sure,” you laugh, ignoring the odd looks from fellow competitors that sit nearby, setting the napkin back down. because all you can do is keep looking at him, breathing it all in.
food is a love language!!! cool people all agree food is a love language!!!
pizza date w/ akaashi | wc: 263 m.list
he sits across from you, a paper plate resting on your old coffee table. next to you, there's one slice of pizza left in the box. it's covered with cheese, toppings sprinkled gingerly, and the perfect amount of sauce seeps through. his gaze travels between you and the pizza, a smile on his face, "you can have it, y/n."
"no, no, it's okay, you can have it," you shake your head, sitting cross legged, trying to ignore the gurgling feeling you still carry in your stomach.
"i'm okay, i already had some food earlier. plus i know how much you like this place," akaashi shrugs, pushing the pizza box closer to you, resting one of his elbows on the table and his chin in his hand.
you look at him slightly before grabbing the piece of pizza, taking a bite. there's something in the air as you lean forward slightly, a smile worming its way onto your lips. swallowing the bit of food, you reach the pizza over the table, "i can tell you're a little hungry, we can just share."
instead of slicing it in half or ripping it down the middle, he leans forward, taking a bite from the slice. there's a tension in the air as he gives you a smile, mouth still full. his gaze rest comfortably on you as you roll your eyes, taking another bite as you lean back against the couch behind you.
it's a simple act of love, sharing, but it means the world to akaashi. especially when your foot accidentally touches his under the table. the touch far too electric.
everytime i see timeskip tanaka i go “that should be me 😞”
takeout dinner w/ kiyoko | wc: 344 m.list
your legs tangle with hers, the couch far too small for the two of you. taking another bite of ramen, you look over at kiyoko, eyes glazed over from the littlest bit of wine, "okay, okay, truth or dare."
she looks back at you, knee just barely digging into your thigh. her gaze lands on you, sending a flurry of emotions through your head. your heart nearly skipping a beat until you remind yourself that she's tipsy. that that look is purely there from the wine that rests on the table. "truth, i don't trust you with a dare," kiyoko leans her head against the back of the couch.
"oh come on ki! i can be trusted with dare.." you take another bite of your ramen, foot brushing against her side, chills running down her legs, "but for truth... what's the thing you look out for most in a partner?"
kiyoko looks over at you and purses her lips, a slight smile sneaking through. taking in a deep breath, she sets her fork into her bowl, setting it on the nearby coffee table. "well, i tend to like partners who are comfortable to be around me, even in pajamas and with takeout," she sits up, shin pushing against the side of your thigh.
taking another bite, you move your fork in a nodding movement, "i totally understand that, it's so nice to have someone who loves you unconditionally."
"yeah it is..." she sighs, grabbing her wine and taking a sip, eyes staying on yours.
you look back up at her as her gaze stays on yours. and as soon as you do, you realize you’re staring at the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen in your life. she’s sitting there, leaning forward against her knees, and her shoulder length hair is framing her face perfectly. and almost like a primal instinct, you realize that she’s talking about you.
“oh- oh,” you look over at her, watching as she bites her lip, smiling at your response, “let me set down my takeout, oh my gosh i wanna kiss you so bad.”
57.?
Jimin moan your name in your ear or Taehyung moan your name out loud?
Ok both options sound divine. 😏 This is a tough one, but I think I have to go with Jimin moaning my name in my ear. 🤭
51???
Shower sex with Jungkook or hot tub sex with Jimin?
Woah...Yup of course 1st option!!! I would like you all to remember that this young fine man said he looks best after taking a shower. Reason 1, so I would love to verify that myself and 2. he the loml aka bias, duh. 😂
If you get armour and a spear, kangaroo is honestly not that bad. Pouncing at a spear is generally a bad idea if you're not a bear (that is known to tank bullets) and was at points in history considered an near unkillable man-slayer.
You're allowed armor and a sword or perhaps even a spear. No guns.
I find both to be isolating in their own way. So, consider them carefully.
No communication is the obvious isolation, and it gets worse when you consider the danger involved with having no vocal, written, or signed voice. But, to speak every thought could cause its own problems.
How often do you have unspeakable intrusive thoughts? How often do emotions shape your thoughts to contradict your true feelings? It could get you into serious trouble or sever all of your bonds. Sure, you could try explain yourself and work with friends to correct the matter... But what's to say their reaction to the initial upset won't make you say worse things?
The question is a matter of choosing your own prison. At least for me.
I'm dependent on others so a loss of ALL communication destroys everything for me. But I'm also emotionally unstable and generally struggle to maintain bonds already. If I vocalised every thought and feeling, I'd probably look insane. I'd probably hurt too many friends.
Is it just me, or is this a cruel choice?