DNI's can be so funny because you'll have "if you ship blorbo with glup shitto" next to "are racist/homophobic/transphobic/n*zi/a literal murderer/etc" as if those things are even remotely comparable.
I do like the thought of Akaashi being more popular with girls than Bokuto, but he's also so painfully gay that he doesn't know how to handle it other than a polite "thank you but no."
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#sakuatsu
🦊😷 omegaverse, o!omi, a!atsumu
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Atsumu was obsessed. In as loving and /totally normal/ a way as possible, he was obsessed with nearly everything about his husband over the past 8 months.
His usually prickly Omi was softening in more ways than one.
@WeekesPrincess
I remember so vividly that this scene and the one earlier in the book when he was like "Jacob I will let u fuck my wife if u get her to have an abortion", were the ones that made me momentarily put my kindle down and just. Contemplate.
Haha bullying customer service people who have no control of policy or company and make minimum wage to the point of a breakdown for internet clicks and/or getting my way is so funny!!!
@i124nk8
@rowboatmayor
Nah, it's not always something malicious. I found this in the 1920s tag on tumblr, which I follow because it's one of my areas of study, and I thought it was funny so I posted it. Someone else thought the same thing. It happens! Kinda proves the point of the meme lol
@WORM2002020
I don't think racists/n*zis/transphobes/homophobes would either tbh. Sadly a lot of the things young people put on their lists and bios is more apt to be used against them by bad people, than to make bad people leave them alone.
@i124nk8
@rowboatmayor
The image was originally posted by a blog dedicated to 1920s clippings and stuff and I saw it and got a laugh because it reminded me of memes from today. Like I said, coincidences happen and it's not always something malicious. 😊
Ik people probs have a massive list of unanswered jojo’s questions however my biggest one is how tf did Shiobana, not only survive the night with Dio, but also get an autotrophic photo to remember him by 😭 💀
I keep seeing people say this is awful because the dude is mentally ill, which is true and just an added layer of bad, but even if he wasn't can we maybe stop treating hospitality and customer service people like shit regardless?!
I remember a tumblr post complaining about adults being cast as teens because it "was done to enforce unrealistic standards and make teens insecure" or whatever and even back then I was like. Have y'all not heard of child labor laws
@grillinkrillin
as a teachers aide who for the past year was driven mad by slightly less skeevy than this but still extremely uncanny valley childrens videos that my students loved to watch, it is cathartic to see everyone else experience my pain I will admit
Omi's scent, the fresh smell of hydrangea and lily, now let out notes of cinnamon and crispy autumn air that were unmistakably /Atsumu/. His black curls were feather soft and shiny, as was his smooth skin.
("Omi-kun, yer glowin'!" Atsumu would say.
"Shut up." Omi would bluntly
reply.)
But no, Atsumu's fawning continued. The bigger Omi got, the more obsessed (annoying) Atsumu became. He couldn't start a practice without stinking up the locker rooms with his scent and gushing about how cute Omi looked all rounded and soft.
He snuck a million candids
@scoutvenus
@jirachiki
Even better pls just buy ballet flats, like the casual kind you can get at target that are just fashionable not functional,,,Actual pointe shoes are expensive and, as you said, require years of training to be able to use.
clingy with each passing week. And needless to say, more emotional. Something Atsumu was becoming increasingly addicted to.
Let it be known that Sakusa (Miya) Kiyoomi had /never/ been a crier.
To the point where Atsumu doubted he even had tear ducts.
He didn't cry when
of Kiyoomi in idle moments when he rubbed his tummy, smiling and mumbling things to their son and daughter when he thought Atsumu wasn't looking...and more than a few when he was absolutely aware, the grimaces on his face in the photo making that obvious.
And of course, he was
perfectly attentive to Omi's every whim and need, no matter how silly or sudden. Atsumu Miya was nothing if not willing to spoil his husband ("because I'm yer alpha!") Even to the point where Omi was a little frustrated by his attention...sometimes.
Mostly, Omi had become more
time he caught Omi weeping had been over a leaf. A small, browning leaf on his favorite plant that he forgot to prune exactly once. ("What kind of parent will I be if I can't even take care of a plant?" He'd whimpered, voice trying and failing to remain steady.)
The second time
Atsumu first told him he loved him.
(Replying, instead, with a blunt "Oh. I love you too.")
He didn't cry when Atsumu proposed (in a rather unromantic location, to be fair. Kiyoomi's first choice probably wouldn't have been in front of a 7/11 at midnight.)
He didn't even cry
Atsumu had read that your average omega became clingy and emotional during pregnancy, and that moods could switch on a dime. He expected Kiyoomi to be as moody and snippy as Rintaro was when he and Samu were expecting, but no. God was on Atsumu Miya's side.
Omi had mood
absolutely reeking with the cinnamon noted scent of hydrangea and lily, and held down as Omi rode out that mood with shocking desperation and very load moans.
(And glared frustratingly down at Atsumu, who would lay there blissed out with his hands behind his head.)
The first
Motoya, and Omi, six months pregnant with twins that he was, found himself stuck in the booth and unable to move without the table being moved first. ("I'm never leaving the damn house again." He'd sobbed, especially as Atsumu failed miserably at containing his cackle.)
That was
swings, sure- but they tended to swing hard between VERY horny and stupidly weepy. Two things he was very happy to deal with. Even when he came home from a particularly tiring practice and was pulled into their bedroom before barely taking a step into the genkan, the entire house
at their private beachside wedding (though Atsumu would swear he got close that time.)
It wasn't that Atsumu /wanted/ to make Kiyoomi cry, of course not, but well, it was like the white whale in their relationship. Something Atsumu chased if only to prove that it existed.
the floor yet this week-"
"I thought I told ya to stop doin' that!"
"Shut up, I'm not done." Kiyoomi sniffed again. "I haven't mopped the floor yet this week so it's filthy, my phone is filthy. And we're out of lysol wipes, but I couldn't even text you to pick more up."
"..."
tugged Atsumu down closer and shoved his face into his neck. He teethed and kissed at Atsumu's exposed skin, all the while still grumbling "You're the worst. You're a pig. You're..."
He somehow managed to climb into Atsumu's lap, and continued to kiss as his neck. Thankfully,
@ShadowTodd
I don't KNOW, but I SUSPECT you are merely a puppet controlled by Amy Dog, the true mastermind and visionary who feeds off our love and adoration.
Omi tended to be when he cried. A very soft weeping almost overtaken by mortified groans.
"Baby?" Atsumu called out as he toed off his shoes. "Omi-kun?"
"Don't come in here." His wobbly voice drifted in from the living room. "Go away. Die."
"Psht, ain't that unprovoked?"
had been over a singular spoon left in their otherwise spotless sink. ("I'm letting my house fall apart..." He chocked out, turning immediately away from a cooing Atsumu who had to repress his smile at the sight.)
The third time had been in a restaurant when they were out with
with Atsumu's wrist. "There, there. It ain't a big deal, Omi-kun. I'll wipe down yer phone and make ya a nice dinner and then fuck yer brains out until ya forget what you were ever cryin' about, okay?"
"You're sick. I'm in an emotional state and that's what's on your mind?"
And to think all it took to see that mythical phenomenon was simply to knock Kiyoomi up! Really, Atsumu would later say with a smug fox-like grin, he should have tried that a long time ago. Because Kiyoomi had become downright /emotional./
Well, emotional by Omi standards.
"...I'm done now."
"...Omi-Omiiiiiiii." Atsumu couldn't help himself. Seeing Omi slumped over in one of his hoodies, hands on tummy, eyes red and puffy from crying over something extremely silly...goddamn it. "You're so damn cute, ya know that?!"
"Me being an irrational mess is