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doodlesanddelights · 5 months
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I’m so happy that it got animated!!!!!
OIKAWA SUPREMACY
TIMESKIP SUPREMACY
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illustrationsbygre · 9 months
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A little early, but happy birthday to this beautiful bastard!
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lele-11 · 8 months
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Person: Have you see the captains in Haikyuu? They all so badass. 🤭
Me: Yup. I agree. 😏 *shows images*
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Me: Aren’t they so badass?? 😃
LMAO HAIKYUU CAPTAIN IMAGES 🤣
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maybe-a-dinosaur · 8 months
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seijoh 4 mario kart
hanamaki plays as daisy bc she’s a “bad bitch”. he’s not great at the game but shit talks the Whole time like he’s insufferable. he targets oikawa specifically bc it pissed him off and takahiro lives for the drama. he also throws himself around and otherwise resorts to physical violence in his attempts to win (or at least make the others lose) and complains loudly when he inevitably loses even though he doesn’t actually care. he drives with motion controls he fucks with coconut mall he knows the shortcuts he sings along he sets iwa’s ringer to the theme song hajime can’t figure out how to change it no one does it for him he has to live with it.
matsukawa is really good at mario kart bc it’s his solemn duty as the oldest sibling to be The Best and teach everyone a lesson. he’d win if he actually put in any effort but he actually doesn’t care against the other three and keeps getting distracted bc hiro is laying across his lap. his favorite character is yoshi but he plays as a different one every time and changes up his cart he lets takahiro choose and just deals with it. he steers with the joystick has insane aim with green shells and hits his target every time he takes out hajime sticks his tounge out and gets pushed off the couch. occasionally he’ll give a play-by-play commentary of the entire race completely monotone and it pisses everyone OFF “shut the fuck up!!!!” he does not care he drifts around a corner bumps tooru off a bridge.
iwaizumi takes mario kart Seriously. he’s generally not very good at video games (a few exceptions, he Kills at minesweeper hasn’t lost a game since 3rd grade) but he grew up playing against tooru they’re both pretty good bc of this they’re SO competitive. he holds the controller in a Vice Grip he presses the acceleration button so hard his thumb indents and his fingers cramp he mutters to himself and swears the whole time. he steers with the joystick but also turns his hands he moves with his whole body on turns and stuff he’s lasered in if issei opens his goddamn mouth one more time he’s getting a fist stuffed in it. he races as bowser and has a cart picked out that he absolutely swears by he Doesn’t Change it he’s a man of consistency. he and oikawa almost always finish first and second but it switches who’s where it’s always neck and neck they’re keeping a tally of winners and it’s bafflingly even. he has to wear the wrist strap bc he has broken more than one controller by throwing it accidentally and he always sits on tooru’s left bc he’s superstitious.
oikawa is also pretty good bc he grew up playing he’s also Competitive and will not hesitate to cheat he plays dirty constantly but complains when other people do it. he shit talks a little he also Yells and Screams but everyone’s used to it he’s a sore loser but has gotten better about it over the years. he steers with motion controls bc he claims it’s a more “authentic experience” issei reminds him he doesn’t have a license tooru smiles too big with Teeth says “fuck you mattsun”. he sits crisscross plays as link drives exclusively motorcycles he claims he loses only bc of “sabatoge!” and “targeting” then tries to take hajimes controller. he’s actually really good at it though he Kills on rainbow road and has a personal vendetta against baby luigi the others say he should race as donkey kong bc their hair is the same tooru Seethes and “accidentally” kicks his drink over now everyone but him has wet socks.
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eurydicees · 2 years
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sometimes i think i'm making up iwaoi and other times things like this tweet happen
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suckishima · 1 year
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lol the way oikawa sits during the shiratroizawa match is so similar to when he’s analyzing karasuno’s matches in his room. it’s his focused pose 😆
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chozoremake · 8 months
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there he is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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minedaisuki · 4 months
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david after dentist
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barbiepdf · 2 years
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he's so cute he's sooo cute
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seijoh-soul · 2 years
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It’s my favorite asshole’s birthday
Happy birthday Tooru Oikawa
July 20th
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pridewon · 2 years
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(headcanon: your body doesn’t do what you want it to do - that isn’t very fun at all) (don’t reblog!)
tw: bullying, poor body image.
there are people who are proud and confident in their bodies; and then, there is yamaguchi, who has always struggled with his, like his mind was inhabiting an ill-fitted and cumbersome costume. it’s a deep-seated discomfort he carries in bones and muscles, from childhood and well into adulthood, despite all his progress and new-found confidence - some insecurities become so engrained in body and soul they can never really be shaken off. 
children are sponges. they absorb and take at face value what their peers tell them and internalise it in the blink of an eye. before he was even ten years old, yamaguchi knew a few things about himself, courtesy of his bullies: that he was “a skinny wimp”, that his face was “fat and freckled”, and that he needed to “beef up”. from childhood, he has learnt to associate his own body with frailness and weakness, a constrictive prison he has to actively fight against rather than something to feel at home with. he picks up volleyball to get stronger, establishes it as a battlefield against himself where he can maybe learn to control this weird vessel that sprouts fast and awkwardly, and forgets to give him the instructions manual along the way.
by the time yamaguchi reaches highschool, he has gone through the joys (no) of a drastic growth spurt: he is no longer small (on the contrary), but for all the height he has gained (his parents had even wondered if he’d catch up with his friend Kei), muscles are still lacking - barely over 63kg for 180cm doesn’t seem much when most volleyball players the same height he knows are in the 70kg range. the only first year to be on the bench, because everyone else can do things that he cannot. even hinata, who is shorter and has less volleyball experience than him, gets to be a starting player, because hinata can move in ways he can’t. 
uncomfortable. awkward. clumsy. he always misses a beat and trips on his own feet, flinches, startles, slips up, not strong enough, too slow (for real, evidence A, B, C, D and E).  he wears pretty plain and loose clothes to call the least attention possible to his bony silhouette; long-ish hair act as curtains around his “fat” and freckled cheeks; and the less time he has to spend looking at his reflection in a mirror, the better. yeah - puberty really sucks. 
somewhere down the line, the discomfort turns into anguish and anger. volleyball was supposed to be fun and to help him gain control over his body, but once he starts taking the sport seriously? he doesn’t get to play with his friends, he doesn’t have fun because every play is a miss, because hinata, kageyama and tsukishima can fly when he still stumbles around in the dirt. he can’t get his own growing, gangly body to work with him, and it makes him angry, and desperate.
but there are good people around him - all kinds of people, and yamaguchi is still a child, and yamaguchi is still a sponge, absorbing what others have to give him. around him are people like bokuto, the epitome of what he wishes he could achieve  (yes i am convinced yams’ presence in this panel is not a coincidence let me live); and people like shimada, the perfect example of what he can realistically achieve, who holds the exact same discourse to yamaguchi as bokuto does to tsukishima. that one moment that will get him hooked on volleyball: that one moment when he will do exactly what he sets out to do, when he will be able to get his body to move the way he wants to, and the ball to do what he wants it to do. for yamaguchi, the good players are the one who are in control of what they do and break out of normal expectations - rather than the ones who are slaves to their own limitations.
it’s a long and arduous road, and he never completely shrugs off the discomfort - but at least he eventually gets rid of the anger. his relationship with his body goes from ‘divorced’ to ‘it’s complicated’, but it is at least a manageable, more appeased complicated. it starts with a six-points streak against seijoh. it culminates with his team’s first service ace against nekoma and the quiet realisation that his crippling anxiety is all but gone on the court. finally, yamaguchi allows himself to breathe. 
yamaguchi grows older, grows into an adult and into his own body, and puts on a bit of weight and muscle (not much, but that’s okay) ( - ish) (complicated, remember?) (baby steps). he cuts his hair shorter and looking at his reflection in the mirror is okay now. and he continues to play volleyball, because even if he still slips up in his clumsy awkwardness, the court is the one place where he doesn’t. surpassing one’s limitations means being good - and being good means being free.
bonus serotonin.
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threadmonster · 1 year
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So I’m gonna post some old/old-unfinished art from 2015-2017 during the month of May because i think that i want to appreciate past!me while i re-learn how to be as ridiculous as they were and... dude why didn’t you post that Oikawa???? Just because you didn’t feel like lineart and color??? Fool.
I’m starting with these two since it is mermay.
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lele-11 · 8 months
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person be like: OMG OIKAWA IS SO HOT
me: he sure is 😏 *shows these images*
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Person: 🫣
LMAO MORE HAIKYUU SCREENSHOTS 🤪
IM DYING 🤣
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heysillybee · 1 year
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The range of Oikawa’s expression ft. Kyoutani and Kindaichi
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katszumi · 5 months
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“haji?” his name escaped your lips in a whisper.
the lamps from the street lit up the night sky, the stars from above doing it’s best to keep the night awake. still, darkness surrounded the area, only dark figures could be depicted from their eyes.
you could only guess it was close to midnight from the way the moon shone and the cold slap of wind that gushed your way. however, the quick warmth of your face and the rapid throb inside of your chest disregarded the chills.
iwaizumi analyzed you, his eyes wandering your body as if you were a stranger.
“haji, what are you doing here?”
his lips parted, he wanted to answer you, but he wasn’t even sure why he ran to your house at midnight. he just needed to see you.
“my flight is tomorrow.” he announced like you hadn’t known. all of the third years celebrated one final time before his departure, resulting in endless laughter and tears. as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he didn’t want to leave japan behind, because you were still here.
“i know. that’s why you should be getting some sleep, you have a long day tomorrow.” you forced yourself to swallow; to eat away the gnawing feelings that were in the back of your throat aching to come out. you didn’t want to put that burden on him, especially at a bad time like this.
iwaizumi dryly chuckled. of course you were trying to care for him, but he could see the wistful look you gave him. he could tell you were tired due to the bags under your eyes, but your eyes were wide with adoration and hope.
he took a step forward, “you’re too kind, you know that?” his words soft. “can i sleep here tonight? i can’t wake up to an empty room, i just can’t.” he rambled.
without hesitation, you widened the door for him to come inside. you knew it probably wasn’t a good idea for him to stay, but, who were you to tell hajime iwaizumi no?
quickly, iwaizumi welcomed the warmth of your home to his body. his eyes traveled the rooms nearby, he took a mental screenshot, because who knew when was the next time he’d be here or if you even still lived here when he’d come back. he wanted to remember as much of you as he could, but he knew the figments of his memory just wasn’t enough.
he followed you to your bedroom, the two of you sitting next to each other on your queen-sized bed. he always loved the size of your bed, it seemed to fit him more than his own bed at home.
“i’m sorry for knocking at your door so late.” he apologized, his eyes finally settling in to the dimly lit room. he could now make out your features that he was so infatuated with.
“don’t worry about it. i’ll always answer the door for you, haji.” and god, he loved the way his name fell from your lips. like you were destined to say only his name only.
iwaizumi sighed, “america is going to suck without you or oikawa there. it’s like i have to start all over again, just without the company of you two.” he confessed.
your hand found his, gently grabbing it and rubbing circles against his rough skin. you could feel the callouses that were starting to form on his palm, most likely from lifting weights.
he allowed you to fiddle with his hands, he found solace in your touch. his eyes closing for the first time tonight.
“you’ll do great in america. you’ll find new friends and new company to keep you busy. who knows, you might even find someone you’re interested in.”
immediately, his eyes flew open, his head turning to face you. haven’t you realized that it was you he was interested in. it was you that won his heart years ago.
“wha—“ you said from his sudden turn, wondering if you said something wrong, but he interrupted you before you could finish.
“i don’t want to do that. i don’t want to find someone i’m ‘interested’ in. it’d be useless anyway.” he murmured the last part.
now your ears piqued at his comment.
“what do you mean it’d be useless?”
he paused. “i’d be searching for you in every girl i’d meet.” iwaizumi declared. “that’s why i’m here, y/n. it crushes my soul that i’m leaving you behind. i want you by my side, i feel empty whenever you’re not.”
you could’ve sworn that you heard a sniffle emit from the male beside you, but you knew not to comment on it, or he’d probably end the conversation right there.
you cupped his cheek with your hand, a half smile forming on your face. only you were able to see this side from him; the affectionate, tender side that no one else have been able to witnessed.
“it breaks my heart you’re leaving me too. but i know you’re destined for great things. but i know you’ll be able to visit and i’ll always be a call away. it hurts me knowing my two soulmates are moving thousands of miles away. but i can’t be selfish, haji. it’s not about me.” you protected your feelings, because you knew if it turned into more, the morning would be too much of a heartbreak.
iwaizumi shook his head. “but i want you to be,” he pleaded. “i don’t want to get on that plane tomorrow morning with regret because i didn’t have enough courage.”
“courage for what?” it was a stupid question. you knew what he meant, but you were so nervous.
“to tell you i love you.” his eyes searched you for any discomfort, the words almost causing him to have a heart attack. iwaizumi knew he was bad with feelings, especially with how he dawned this proposal onto you a night before he leaves for another country.
but if he didn’t tell you now, he wasn’t sure if he would even board the plane tomorrow morning.
disregarding your feelings before, you leaned into his touch, your nose touching his. you could feel his breath hitch, the warmth of him radiating onto you. your free hand cupped the other side of his cheek as you pressed your lips onto his. years of emotions spilled from the delicate kiss you shared, like a river overflowing its bank.
and you two laid there, peppering slow kisses on each other’s faces, wiping the tears that slipped from both of your eyes.
iwaizumi knew more than before that he was so terribly smitten with you, but he wished that his final hours with you weren’t ticking away with a plane ticket to america with his name on it.
ahhh there’s nothing like a man who’s bad at expressing feelings till the last minute🤌🏽
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