#oop is ooc

[bloomness]

HIT THE DUST

being the valedictorian of your class doesn’t change your boyfriend snobby attitude but he still loves you

ft. touya todoroki/dabi

contains: gn!reader, established relationship, lots of swearing

[sweetmapple]

Mostly Hiring manager, but HR manager and PR manager too

[aryaryxoxo]

GOSH ME LOVE BRATTY/SASSY BITCH READER WHO ABSOLUTELY HATE MIYA ATSUMU AT SIGHT

So likeeeee you were just minding your own business, right?? Just trying to strategize for the next damn score—

When out of NOWHERE, BOOM—You get smacked in the head by a volleyball

Not a cute little bonk. More of a full-force, might-send-your-soul-out-your-body, anime cutscene-type shit

Your glasses? Gone.Your dignity? Also gone.Your will to live? Hanging by a thread.

And you’re just there, like, “What the actual fuck just happened,” while holding your poor, abused head and trying to find your glasses on the floor. One of the lenses almost popped out. You were on the verge of tears. Not from pain—from rage

You slowly turned around like some horror movie villain and guess. GUESS who you see

Miya. Fucking. Atsumu.

That blonde setter menace with his smug little face. Already hated him when he and his twin decided to copy your team’s freak quick like they invented the damn thing—but THIS??

Nah. This was personal.

And the worst part? He just looked at you.No apology. No concern. Just a blink and then moved on like you were a minor inconvenience in his journey to greatness.

Oh it’s ON now.

You were gonna make this man’s life miserable.

You stomped over to Tsukishima and was like, “Block his freak quick.”

He didn’t even blink. “Okay.” That’s why he’s your ride or die.

And like. Sure. It didn’t always work. But the way Atsumu glared every time Tsukki was up there trying? Worth. Every. Second.

And then. THEN. It’s Atsumu’s turn to serve. You know he’s like, a neat freak about silence during his serve. Like some zen monk. So what did you do?

You whistled. Loud. And long

Did he look over? Yes. Did you pretend like you didn’t do anything? Also yes. Were you dying inside? No, because you live off of this man’s irritation now.

Then on the next serve? You whistled again.

And when you “accidentally” shoved past someone and tripped into the floor like a walking disaster?

Whole gym turned. Atsumu looked at you like you were the embodiment of chaos.

You? You just stuck your tongue out at him.

Because yes, you are that childish. And yes, you live for the drama.

By the third serve interruption, you knew he was about to snap. And oh he did.

He literally stormed over to you, pissed as hell, looking like he wanted to fight you in the parking lot.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

You blinked up at him all sweet like.

“What? Can’t handle a lil’ noise?”

“Oh, so you admit it? You’re just being disrespectful now?”

You crossed your arms. “Okay hypocrite, your cheer squad was SCREAMING when it was our turn to serve. But the second it’s your golden moment, suddenly the whole gym’s gotta act like it’s a funeral? Kinda hypocritical.”

And like—the CROWD WENT SILENT. You could hear a pin drop. Ukai was sweating. Someone in the audience gasped. The umpire legit looked like he wanted to murder someone

“If you two don’t cut it out,” the ref said, “I’ll eject you both.”

Okay fine. Whatever. You backed off.

BUT. Every time Atsumu scored? He looked at you. Deadass eye contact.

And every time your boys outsmarted him? You stuck your tongue out like the menace you were born to be.

And when your team WON?? Like you know they would

Ohhhh, the way you marveled watching him bow across from you. Like there he was, looking like he just lost a war, and you leaned in all smug and whispered:

“Better luck next time, pretty boy.”

The look he gave you??? If looks could kill, you’d be six feet under. But also like… you blushed a little. Shut up.

And then. You saw him talking to his captain. And like… yeah. That hit weird. Probably their last game together. Okay maybe your heart twinged a bit.

Just a bit.

10 YEARS LATER

He’s in some fancy-ass interview chair, looking expensive, hair still stupid, wedding ring flashing on his finger.

The host goes, “So, how did you and your wife meet?”

He laughs. Like, full laugh. “That woman HATED me.”

He’s grinning like it’s his favorite story in the world

“Hit her in the head with a ball once. She never forgave me. Messed with my serves, made noise, faked accidents, tripped all over the gym… stuck her tongue out at me every time I looked her way. I used to glare at her. Every. Damn. Game.”

And then he shrugs, soft smile tugging at his lips.

“Now when I score, I still glance at the bench and she still sticks her tongue out. And I still glare. And I still love it.”

Side note: thank you everyone for 300 followers hihi😘😘

[hadaldemon]

tw: swear words, bullying a fictional character, gif that may induce epilepsy, hate on a fictional character? (not really), character ooc

oh wow, WOW! lookie here! look who decided to show his damn cute face in my DAMN HOUSE after eating all the rainbow cubes I have hoarded since I started playing this game! how dare you!!!! TO THE LOCKER WITH YOU!!!

Oh my god? when u pick him up it's like he's waving, so cute

I WANT TO GIVE HIM A FUCKING HEART ATTACK RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGG!!!!

Anyways... I'm gonna leave him there and never look back (god, i wish we could put a cookie permanently in those lanterns)

I know I should be happy that I finally got both, but I only feel relief that I can stop obsessing over rainbow cubes and I hate myself because why did I care about pulling those skins if I knew that I won't use them ever uggghhhh.

Don't get me wrong, I like Sage of Truth but I hate him but I love him but I hate him but I love him... It's just... ugh... he is just so goody-two-shoes, so soft, so nerdy, so bully-able looking, so vanilla... that makes me go aggressive but I guess in a good way? I want to squash him! it's this cuteness aggression? what it's wrong with me?

[soundleer]

lightweight 🍻

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bonus panels:

[jevin gets sober next morning and he is now extremely embarrassed]

[he never drank again after this incident. tunner couldn't help but adore that side of him]

[nimbusclan]

moonstar boutta crash out after the last update

[askoverkill]

LMAO NOT ME FORGETTING SIFFRIN WOULDN'T HAVE HIS CLOAK BUT REMEMBERED WHEN I WROTE THE SCRIPT????

EDIT: fixed it. it was just the sprite work 🤦‍♂️

[houseofpsychoticwomxn]

Linecook!Scott Miller — idea from this post by @glossykissies <3

his obsession was obvious — tired eyes steady on the sizzling pan in front of him, casual as ever even while you hounded him over a dish you’d eventually realize you forgot to put in. cursing under your breath and apologizing to the cook who seemed unbothered apart from the scolding glance in your direction.

he’d argue over it with anyone else, call them some mean name unapologetically and borderline torment them for the rest of the shift, prioritizing other orders just so their tables would stiff them, ignoring every qualm or complaint they’d run in with. it wasn’t like they could really do anything about it anyway. he’s organized, fast, calculated, all results of a well-seasoned history in the business of burns and cuts and smoke breaks. too good to find a replacement for even if he was an asshole.

in the same way he kept his station clean — focused mind evident by the knives sharp and gleaming, sleeves neat and rolled up under the contrasting apron littered with the marks of hard work — he held out a sort of reverence for you. whether it was letting fries cook for a few seconds too long to pass them off to you after an offhanded comment about ‘not having time for breakfast that morning’, or just the subtle reassurance that someone was listening to you, he was warm in his own ways.

𓆩♡𓆪

the cold air hitting your skin after standing and serving for hours felt like both much needed relief and a slap in the face. catching yourself not un-pleasantly surprised to see Scott taking a break himself, finding respite on an old milk crate, cloud of smoke drifting away from him as he looked over.

“bad day?”

“bad week.” you corrected, hesitating for a second before shaking your head when he held out his hand, cigarette held loosely between his middle and pointer. a gesture he wouldn’t think to share with anyone else, the same one you’d declined times before.

you smoothed yourself down the wall behind you, sitting on the cold concrete and listening to the slow, quiet breaths of the man across from you. it was easy to talk to him about shitty customers, easy to get pissed off at him over something you’d forget all about at the end of the night, easy to watch him cleaning up from the spot he reserved for you on the counter, and even easier to sit with him and say nothing at all.

you sighed when you checked your phone, the time telling you your break was just about over. you let your head fall back and watched as Scott stepped on the remnants of his peace and walked over to you, hand outstretched for you once again.

“hungry?”

𓆩♡𓆪

[misteria247]

Omfg he's so baby coded Grim I love you sm

[bigidiotenergytm]

hey :3 did u guys know :3 in my canon hades is the first one eaten <3

[menelvagor]

Here with your reminder that Théodred and Boromir died one day apart (Feb 25 & 26) and they were the same age. And they both made very brave last stands.

"Let me lie here - to keep the Fords till Éomer comes!" - T

"Farewell, Aragorn! Go to Minas Tirith and save my people! I have failed." - B

Also neat/sad connection here with their last words bestowing some responsibility on others to continue their task they could not complete. So, Éomer and Aragorn. These two soon after (literally days later) meet and become besties and fight several battles side-by-side, even well into the Fourth Age.

UGH! Tolkien, ow.

[xo-cod]

I don’t see it much but tf141 being touchstarved HAS to be the cutest thing ever!! 💕💕

sorry for taking forever ☠ hope you enjoy !! requests/asks are open too 🤍

i don't think it would even comprehend with all four in the beginning, they'd just start drifting to you sort of naturally without realising what they were doing

price would definitely try and find ways to be closer to you like training or isolated missions just so he can hold you without it being weird or without you trying to catch on. it's been years since the familiarity of that feeling settled in his bones and he doesn't want to let go so easily especially when your touch just soothes a deep part of him. will find every excuse to try and touch your shoulder/hand/back during briefings/missions/training just so he can savour the feeling for more the second but its always so fleeting barely giving him a chance. it almost aggravates him how much you seem to have control and it isn't until you give him a gentle hug that he's made his mind up, he's not going anywhere especially not without a fight

simon trying to fight for your attention and failing miserably at the fact that he claims he doesn't need it. he's not the most subtle guy, not the most emotional so he finds it a tad confusing that he's feeling so strongly especially when you touch him. especially because he doesn't let another soul to do the same but you feel safe. he just kind of claims your touch, manhandles you gently to take you away from prying ears and eyes so he can hold you to his hearts content no questions asked. the type to remember how your hand had touched his arm, his finger slowly drifting over his skin in the same place relieving every emotion flooding his body, his heart aching for more. your touch is a drug and he's heavily addicted

gaz's got about 1000 things brewing on his mind, why would touch be even on that list. so the first time you touch him, he's just in shock for the first couple seconds. not used to your hand feeling so incredibly soft and warm on his calloused skin. you can bet he's constantly fixing and basically becoming your handyman so that you have ample chances to touch and be close to him. just so he can feel the sensation again. and everytime he promises himself to stop but he only falls further each time

and soap, it's like the puzzle piece that he so desperately needed to complete him. it's the first time your hand gave him the gentle squeeze and rub that he finally understood why people chased that feeling. he was hooked on to it the second you gave it to him. the chaos of his daily life ceased, the calmness washing over whenever he felt your skin press against him. it's a feeling he always managed to suppress way deep down but those back rubs you give him, he could swear he'd go to war for. practically begs for them every chance he gets whenever he's free

[ohgreat-moretapes]

Tim

Tim Tim Tim

Did you know that bluejays are corvids

And they're related to crows and ravens and and

And and they symbolize strength to confidence to communication

And and they have the reputation of being loud, aggressive, and mean but to some they symbolize good luck? Or a sign of good things to come

Sorry I'm autistic about birds

I sure did! When I found that out for the first time it kinda blew my mind and now they're my favorite.

I also like the southern folklore of them flying down to hell on Fridays to gossip to the devil about us.

-Tim

[sensitivehandsomeactionman]

Jensen Ackles | JIB13 2023 Sunday

[jenbobbyy]

its been a while huuh

[veveisveryuncool]

small coda/missing scene from s4 ep3 because i really liked sniff's cave and all the brotherly moments with moomintroll and sniff :]]