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Haikyuu Spotify Habits | Karasuno Pt. 1
The First Years! Hinata, Kageyama, Yamaguchi, Tsukishima & Yachi
Favourite Songs:
Walking on Clouds - Esthie
Haircut - Ryan Beatty
Antidote - Orion Sun
Slow Down - Taichi Mukai
Favourite Genres:
Bedroom Pop
J-Pop
Habits:
listens to music recommended by EVERYONE he meets
follows everyone’s spotify’s but no one follows him back except for Suga and Akaashi #bestmoms
publicly saves other people's playlists but prefers to listen to his own MASSIVE collection of liked songs rather than making a playlist
however, has one really popular playlist for his favourite favourite favourite songs, but it’s only popular bc people thought his playlist was dedicated to hinata hyuga T^T
has a playlist strictly for non-explicit songs so that Natsu and him could listen to it without getting yelled at by Mama Hinata UwU
he himself doesn’t like listening to super explicit songs, but it’s too common to avoid - he’s BABY
usually listens to music on his way to school while riding his bike
he remembers the melodies of songs really well but never remembers the lyrics, so he’ll make it up on the spot and improv a whole concert
listens to nothing but different variations and covers of All I Want For Christmas Is You as soon as november and december roll around
his favourite user is Akaashi!
My Favourite Playlist About Them: hinata. by hebees_
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5p33ROYi22Xf3KwOxiqTZ7?si=3vk2qT6NQ1GH9qxVyy9v4w
Favourite Songs:
My Favourite Part - Mac Miller ft. Ariana Grande
Yah. - Kendrick Lamar
The Kids Aren’t Alright - Fall Out Boy
Obsession - EXO
Favourite Genres:
Chill Hip-Hop
Alternative/Indie
Ariana Grande
Habits:
kinda hooked on ariana grande after listening to ‘7 Rings’ and feeling like a bad bitch
prefers to listen to instrumentals and nature noises to focus on training and keeping calm when he’s practicing volleyball at home
has a dedicated playlist full of chill hip-hop when he’s manicuring his nails
uses the most boring and generic playlist names and never changes his playlist covers ;-;
“nails songs“
“running songs“
“volleyball songs“
utilitarian spotify user rather than one who uses it for fun
suffers through ads cuz he doesn’t have premium
his favourite user is Iwaizumi!
My Favourite Playlist About Them: stealing milk from vending machines with kageyama tobio by tsxukei
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1Xey47Wm43Ufq8Y9kFeQvO?si=LWOB9nDqQs-Tr4aYFJS12Q
Favourite Songs:
Put Your Records On - Ritt Momney
Sunflower - Post Malone ft. Swae Lee
Save Me - BTS
You Know How We Do It - Ice Cube
Favourite Genres:
Alternative/Indie
Whatever Tsukki listens to
Habits:
literally will follow all of Tsukki’s playlists, critique them without a HINT of negative comments, write about ‘em his personal journal, take a shit to ‘em
likes to listen to anime soundtracks whenever he finishes watching one
his favourite OSTs are from tokyo ghoul cuz it gives him anxiety and is a closeted masochist : )
no but seriously he’s trying to listen to more anxiety inducing songs so that he could get over his nerves with exposure therapy, someone give his bb a hug ;-;
publicly follows Tsukki’s playlists, but also makes super aesthetic playlists based on his moods
his favourite user is TSUKISHIMA!
My Favourite Playlist About Them: lord and savior, punk yamaguchi by Paige
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0lM5Bjnw3atBoN041DBK2x?si=Xt30Otb0TDONygKB2t0iyw
Favourite Songs:
Moondance - ADOY
Put Your Head On My Shoulder - Pauk Anka
The Hills - The Weeknd
Slim Shady - Eminem
Favourite Genres:
Old Skool Hip-Hop
RnB
LoFi
Habits:
ofc out lil salty boi would be listening to Eminem
a man of many tastes
listens to classical music every now and then but it’s only when he wants to release steam by fuggin’ JAMMIN to chaotic piano music
has a playlist for new songs that he keeps interchanging whenever he gets tired of the old ones
doesn’t even try but has hundreds of followers
A++ in music curation, he carefully thinks them out to create out of body listening experiences whenever you listen to any of his playlists
playlist covers and titles are based off of different extinct creatures
has a study playlist with lofi and instrumental songs from documentaries that he’s watched
has a secret playlist that he listens to incognito so that no one knows that he’s a mushy little lover boi on the inside
his favourite user is Kenma!
My Favourite Playlist About Them: tsukishima’s headphones by april<3
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1vO8OVraTdfDMeAxOgDVeI?si=kH1rlUekRF-Dxk8iBVEf7w
Favourite Songs:
Sofia - Clairo
Fireflies - Owl City
midnight love - girl in red
Fantasy - Fei
Favourite Genres:
Pop
K-Pop
LoFi
Habits:
has the MOST aesthetic playlists names and covers out of ALL of karasuno, absolutely no one could even come near her level of artistry, the closest being Suga
changes her aesthetics based off of the season
secretly follows Tendo’s crackhead playlist filled w inappropriate songs o.O
only listens to it when she’s tired of listening to songs that makes sense
also has a broad range in terms of music taste and is constantly listening to new music, especially when she’s doing her hw and starts jammin’ to some bops
she’s part of the beehive
has a joint premium account w Yamaguchi
makes playlists for all of her closest friends, including her neighbours cat who is very cuddly and loves her UwU
cried listening to the Stevens Universe sound track - she’s so BABY T^T
her favourite user is Sugawara!
My Favourite Playlist About Them: yachi hitoka by alyssa
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2F0okvUsF6pHJ6LB7c5fwv?si=-nW7r6AcQ0K64CWTW7jPMg
oh to be so happy you could cry | hinata x reader
Just a fluffy fic about how it feels to be with hinata, based off of this spotify playlist🥰 > https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5p33ROYi22Xf3KwOxiqTZ7?si=CFjb29C3S7Sx6cqPAQ9kFA <
It was the way we met.
The way your eyes caramelized down at mine as your hand reached out to me.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. Are you okay?”
Words didn’t seem to form as I lost myself in your aura. It was bright and warm, like a little campfire in the midst of a dark forest. It didn’t matter that I was lying flat on my butt in the middle of the hall. It didn’t matter that you were the one who bumped into me either. Nor did it matter that the annoyed mutters of your best friend and students cutting around us were being spewed. It was just you. And me. And a non-existent spotlight. Shining on us.
It was the way I could watch you forever.
The way you glistened, and looked like a star.
Like a crow, you jumped. Flying so high, the crowd was astounded by the dangerous light radiating off of you.
You were a cinema. Embodying shear, ethereal emotion in every spiked ball, and in everlasting gaze. You were focused. Concentration ran thick, but don’t worry. I always noticed you looking.
I noticed when you looked over every time your feet touched the hardwood floor after pushing the ball into the other side of the court. And every time Kageyama called you an idiot. And every time there was a time out. Every time. I never stopped watching.
And neither did you.
It was the way you cared. And the way you didn’t.
The way you always know what’s good for me.
“You need to stop.”
“Can’t. Need to get this done. Sorry.” My incoherent sentences, if you could call them that, were laughable looking back on it. However, you didn’t care.
You reached over and lowered the screen of my laptop. Then, you closed my book. Then, you took my pens and pencils and slid them into their cubby. Then, you swirled my chair towards you, pulled me out, and collapsed onto the bed with me in your arms.
“You always tell me to take breaks when I practice for too long. Why don’t you take a break too?” I stared at you, wide eyed. I must’ve looked like a deranged fish as the hypocrisy of my words dawned on me.
It led to a smile. Which led to decreasing proximity. Which led to a kiss. Which led to us cradling each other until the morning broke.
It was the way you were there.
The way you were my antidote. My remedy. My angel. My everything.
“Shhh, I’m here. They can’t hurt you. I won’t let them.” Your usually boisterous voice dimmed to match the darkness that surrounded us. It was gruff, and shaky, as if you were holding in your own tears. A million needles were stabbing your heart. It hurt you to hear my fragmented sobs. It hurt you to see my arms shaking, even if they were being held tightly by your own.
I’m still sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You were never meant to see me like that.
But you were there. You were there to wipe the tears away. You were there to hold my hand. You were there to make me smile. You were there to hold me when I was broken.
“I’m here.” You said again.
And that’s all I needed to hear, as the night drifted into depths of our love.
It was the way you fly, but never leave me behind.
The way you shared your dreams.
“What if we just… fly away? We’re free to fly, right?” Your beady eyes scanned my closed lids. Hoping to find unspoken answers.
“Where would we fly to?”
“Somewhere far,” you whispered into a smile. Your eyes shifted their focus down the hill we laid on, the ball of flame tucking itself behind the mountains and into the horizon.
“I see, but I can’t fly like you can, Shoyo.” My fingers flowed through the curves of your orange tresses solemnly. It’d grown longer over the last three years. It felt like time was slipping as easily as my fingers did.
“I’ll take you with me.” Your hands joined mine, interlocking our fingers into a tight hold. And so did your eyes, interlocking with mine.
“Wherever?”
“Wherever.”
It was the way we lied.
The way the saline liquid trailed down our down facing faces.
“When did you decide?” I gasped out, hands on your shoulder so as to not fall to my knees.
“Second year. You?” You weren’t doing any better, failing to conceal the trembling of your body.
“Second year. How long?”
“Two years. You?”
“Two years. When are you leaving?”
“July. You?”
“July.”
A long pause ensued, followed by the melody of sweet laughter. It was like honey, smooth and rich, masking the wave we were succumbing ourselves to. Your grip around my waist grew looser, pushing me farther away to get a good, long look at my face.
“Even when we’re going our own ways, we end up having the same plans, don’t we?” Your brilliant smile showed itself once again.
“Yeah we do.” A chuckle escaped from my mouth. “So, beach volleyball in Brazil, huh? That’s amazing.”
“Mmhmm! I’ll be the best, I'll make it worth it. I swear!” You shook your head excitedly and raised your fist, a determined expression painting your face.
“I don’t doubt that for a second.”
“Also, don’t act like going to Canada for university isn’t cool either. That’s SUPER cool! It’s really really really cold, right? Don’t get sick, okay? And you’ll meet so many cool people too! Like… um like, Ryan Gosling and Deadpool! Could you get me their autographs?!”
“Sure!” I laughed as my hands reached your once tear stricken face. Memorizing the curves of your face, the smoothness of your skin, and the colour of your lips. “You know, Shoyo. We won’t be together, but when we look up at the sky, it’ll still be the same galaxy we’re looking at.”
“It sure will be. I won’t be far. I’m here,” You repeat.
It was the way I saw you in my dreams.
The way you picked up the phone whenever I called.
“Hey! What’s shakin’ bacon?”
“What’s shakin’ bacon? What kinda english are you learning in Brazil, Shoyo?” I giggled into my cell phone.
“Dragon Ball Z teaches me english better than my old teachers ever could. Also was that not romantic? I thought you loved bacon.” I could just imagine you holding your phone between the flesh of your cheek and shoulder, balancing a volleyball in one hand, and waving to the Brazilian locals you would’ve gotten closer to. Sharing the smile that would’ve been projected at me.
“I love pancakes so much more! Anyways, I had a dream about you last night.”
“Really? What was it about? Was I your prince charming?!”
…
…
....
“Baby, I wasn’t even close to being your prince charming.” Your voice sounded defeated. “How am I supposed to be a good boyfriend if dream me just decided to casually kill you with an ostrich egg?!” I couldn’t help but chuckle at your silly antics. It was an energy boost just to even hear your voice.
“Aww Shoyo, don’t think that! You’re my best boy.” I smiled to myself, knowing that we’d be seeing each other soon.
“Mmm. I miss you, a lot. I’m glad you’re thinking of me.”
“I miss you too.” I remember taking a sharp breath in, almost as if it hurt to make a sound. “And, Shoyo? Always. You live in my head all day.”
It was the way your love felt electric.
The way even after all this time away from each other, you held me the same way.
Sparks ignited as your hands dug into the flesh of my hips. Sirens sang through every sweet word you placed into the nape of my neck. Even in the act of impurity, I only saw the glowing angel that you were, as you caged me beneath you, taking me in the way you know best.
You were gentle and slow, taking your sweet time to make up for all that was lost.
It had been a long time coming. The highest high, for so many without you. It was overwhelming. A wave of raw emotions rolled over me as we reached our peaks, taking away what little breath I had left to spare, but it couldn’t be helped.
“You’re crying.” You looked askance, as we slept facing each other on the sides of our bodies. “Did I hurt you?” Your eyes pleaded guilty, when they shouldn’t have.
Yet still, you were beautiful, like a bottle filled with lightning and sweet dreams.
Little did I know, you were thinking the same thing about me too.
“I’m so happy. I’m happy you’re here with me.” My hands reached your radiating hair. “I’m happy I get to run my fingers through your hair.” They slid down to your eyes. “I’m happy I get to see you see me.” They slid down to your lips. “I’m happy that I ca-”
Before I knew it your lips were on mine again, tongues dancing with each other as if the last two hours didn’t even happen.
It was the way your love felt so fresh and new. The way you would never let go of me. The way your smile outshines a thousand splendid suns. The way I feel reborn every time we touch.
The world around us melted, as we got lost in our love. It was like we just met. Just you. And me. And the way you made me so happy, I could cry.
feel free to request anything and give feedback too! also check out that playlist ‘cause it literally melts my heart, just listening to it.
Goodmorning! It’s 11:37 pm and idk how to use tumblr so here we go! This is a piece I made based off of Kkumri’s fanart of E-Boi Kags ;)
Someone plz teach me how to draw hair smh
Such a lovable idiot! He is so fun to draw.
rapping in a skirt, are you catching my drift?
At the concert I gave these drawings and some letters to the girls!!! I hope they love them 😭 the entire night was a fever dream, they are truly supernatural 🌌🌟 I love their motto "rapping in a skirt" because they really proved how women don't need to be more masculine to be powerful. They are legendary rappers without fitting the stereotype at all. They're building up an empire and one day I know I'll have been lucky to see them on the come up.
understand that we didn't come to play babe ❤️💜
I made this piece to illustrate the double-edged sword that is our legendary leader. I wanted to depict both her badass side and her softer side, one we rarely see. Jurin is a role model for strong women in so many ways and her darker confidence never fails to inspire me, but it's beautiful to see someone's multifaceted colors, and to remember that "pretty" is strong too 💜
don't you let these pretty faces fool you ⚜️🖤
it’s hinata from yanderella~! a fantastic rpg maker/visual novel mash-up game. i saw cry play it. and i downloaded it my self~!
The sillies
So y’all know the two Hinatas right? Well I just noticed something that kinda bothers me.
Hinata Shoyo (Haikyuu) spelled: 日向翔陽
Hyuga Hinata (Naruto) spelled: 日向ヒナタ
The problem is, that 日向 in the first case is Hinata, while in the second it’s Hyuga. Why tf are Hinata and Hyuga spelled the same way?
Like, imagine someone trying to read Hinata(naruto)’s name, and they look at it and are like, “......Hinata Hinata?”
https://youtu.be/u7g36AmRvII
Are y’all ready for this shit?
even kageyama’s gettin in on it 😳
Proof that Hinata is indeed, a tiny orange gremlin.
Different types of Naruto 😍😍😙😙
Kageyama’s development
Kageyama at age 15: Hinata is an idiot
Kageyama at age 25: Hinata is my idiot