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“fanon is so much better then canon” bestie, you literally took a complex character with personality flaws and turned him into a living stereotype.

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Honorary bad kids!

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something something motherhood, inevitability of pain, etc

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For those whom have seen Barbie (2023), can we agree that

This Ken:

Had a crush on this Ken:

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I’d lose interest if I found out it wasn’t about horses too

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“If you are orphaned, then so am I, and you will never know a lonely day again, as long as I draw breath.”

— Former Captain, Knickolas Pnackolas Hob, of no court 

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brennan really DELIVERED an austen proposal speech. he came he saw he served darcyesque cunt

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So I’m going kind of insane about ep 7

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Cue early 2000s backstreet boys song in the bg

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A Coward in Love

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i'm never getting over the fact that romance as a genre, as the HIGHEST selling genre, exists largely because straight women fantasise about being loved and treated kindly by men and men constantly make fun of this because they think it's just that unrealistic that they could cherish women and that women are stupid in the first place for wanting such an impossible thing

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🧄 <3

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What about BSD Poe, Lovecraft,Chuya , Akutagawa and Mori meeting their baby daughter for the first time ? Headcannons

Fluff plz

okay @ravenina14 I got you

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Poe:

Poe would be shaking-- like so hard (he hyperventilated when his wife’s water broke bc no matter how many drills they had done he would still not feel prepared)

He doesn’t want to drop her so he doesn’t actually hold her until two days later when his fast heart beat slows

He is too scared to cut the umbilical cord

He softly strokes her arm in awe

She would hold his finger softly and suddenly, for a moment, he wouldn’t be so anxious

Lovecraft:

This man DEFINITELY delivered this baby

Like no question

He was the first to hold his baby girl and though his face didn’t show it, he would be in love already

There’s this intimate moment as he cuts the umbilical cord that he realizes he’s a father as he watches his baby in the arms of the baby’s mother

Chuuya:

Chuuya definitely brought a little fedora to be funny but the baby’s mother yelled at him

He was in the room, but his baby mama crushed his hand and it lowkey hurt his feelings

As the baby came out, Chuuya did not like all the other shit that came with and was very queasy

Like to the point where he refused to get in the splash zone when the doctor waved him over

He waited for his baby girl to get cleaned off before holding her

As he circled his arms around her tiny body, his whole demeanor softened and he was suddenly aware of how delicate she is

Akutagawa

Legit stayed in the waiting room the whole delivery

He was leaning against the wall while Gin held the baby’s mother’s hand

At one point he went and got hot tea because he hadn’t expected the birth to take so long

Once Gin comes out smiling, he walks into the room, keeping his eyes away from where any placenta and other goo would be

The baby girl is in the mother’s arms and he peers over to take a look

In that moment the baby opens her eyes and they have a second where they make eye contact and Akutagawa falls in love but does not show it

While he will not be super active in the baby’s life like they discussed, he decides in that moment that she will never know the pain he knew

Mori

He was super late to the birth

Like suuuuuuper late

He bursts through the doors just as they are about to cut the umbilical cord

In a suave way, he walks across the room to cut it

He takes one look at the baby and he is in love

Since he’s a doctor, he is watching closely as the nurses take care of the baby

As the mother is holding the baby, he texts several people putting them to act as guards for the baby and the mother

He stares at the baby for hours while the mother sleeps, just in awe of how he had a small part in making this little angel

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little fukuzawa treat

based off of @dazais-belladonna art they made for me :)

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“Are those cat ears?”

Fukuzawa was not ready to see his temp secretary wearing realistic cat ears at eight in the morning. Her long hair was unusually down, going just past her shoulders. She was not wearing her usual office clothes, just a plain shirt and jeans. It was the first Casual Friday and Fukuzawa was already regretting it. How could cat ears be casual?

Y/N looked at him, looking bored out of her mind. Fukuzawa looked back at her. He wondered what was going on in her head. She had been working for the agency since most of the clerks had caught the same flu around the same time. Y/N had been with them from the summer and suddenly the leaves were turning. She looked around before staring straight in his eyes with no fear.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

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curl up & die by matt maltese

tw: death and depression.

She hated him. His stupid red hair and rare grin she would receive whenever they had moments so still neither wanted to ruin. She could not understand why he would do something so stupid. She had depended on him. He held her when she felt all the loneliness in the pit of her stomach and couldn’t get rid of it. They knew each other’s scars in ways nobody else could understand. The two had confided in their dreams and worst fears. He had made her feel like she was the only one who could comprehend his struggle with good and bad. Right and wrong.

With her eyes closed, she could feel the tips of his fingers going down the bridge of her nose. His signal that he was right there, just an arm reaching away. His lips would gently press on her forehead as he left for work. They would ignore the looming danger that would follow him as he walked out the door. It was always best to ignore because she trusted him to make the decisions he had to in order to come home. Where she was.

Yet here she was, in an empty bed that hadn’t been slept in for days. Tears stained the edges of sheets as she refused to lay down. Her muscles ached as she held her knees to her chest. The room reeks of him. His smell clung to the blanket he insisted on having since she would steal their shared blanket. All she wished for was to hear his teasing tone as he curled up into his blanket that had some children’s cartoon displayed on the soft material. Now she refused to touch it. The memory of their moments under that blanket whenever he decided to be late for work in the morning just to steal extra moments with her.

His notebook sat on his nightstand. Cheap pen gathering dust right on top. Leather bound, filled with things to remember that brought him joy, story ideas. It was his and he refused to let her in. The secrets of what he did to protect her, the secrets of his ever growing crush that had caused him to visit a restaurant multiple times in a week just to see her. His feelings for her smile, the way she looked at him like he was the only person in the world. How he had plans of whisking her away to that house by the sea, getting sickeningly domestic with her. Pages and pages about the feeling of her lips against his, head going fuzzy with just the thought.

Another thing she refused to touch.

She had barely moved since she’d gotten the news. Only some idiot in a trench coat had checked in. Their interaction was brief, the man murmuring about an obligation towards her out of a debt made in some bar. He had been met with murmurs to leave her be and the door being slammed in his face. She hadn’t bothered to mask her tears or the state she was in.

Mourning felt like an understatement. Her heart wrenched at any thought of the man who had stolen her heart years before. The only light emitted was from between the blinds that were closed. Leaving her in the dark and cold. The apartment was silent as she wished he would come through the doors, hand running through his hair and a tired expression on his face. The smell of bourbon would cling to him as she would sit him at the table so she could feed him the dinner she’d worked hard on. He cupped her cheek in appreciation before digging in. Now the chair that they’d bought at a garage sale was on its side on the other side of the room. The kitchen was filled with broken glass and the smell of his bourbon he kept at home. As if breaking it would somehow bring him back.

But she was alone. They were supposed to have time left. Or at least a proper good-bye. Not the three worded text he had sent  after his usual kiss on the forehead on his way out in the morning. She was left to pick up his remnants, hands shaking at the loss. Her dependency on another would fade, leaving her in the broken state she had been in before they’d met. The lonely feeling would become permanent, something he had promised would fade away as he held her in his arms. She was left as the sole carrier of her dreams and fears, living in a desolate reality that she had been told she would never have to live in. The feeling of struggle would be numbed out by the tears shed in the dark and the cold air pricking her skin, at the scars.

Sakunosuke Oda had left her alone in his search for right and wrong. Good and bad.

And now she struggled with the fine line between love and hate for the man who had shielded her, even if it were for just a moment in time, from the feelings he had eventually left her with.

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lmk what you think... also obsessed with the song.

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new ff?

hey guys! i’m working out scenarios and stories in my head. this is just a snippet of one. lmk if you wanna see more or if its meh.

TW: self harm (burns)

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It was annoying to Aizawa how good she looked. From the way her hair flowed like she was in slow motion to the makeup on her face. He had spent years disliking her for leaving him while she galavanted off to who-knows-where to do who-knows-what. Her red hair was shorter compared to when they were kids. It hit just past her shoulders, in some sort of half up half down look. The time away had tanned her skin incredibly, giving it a healthy glow. He could only guess she was embracing her American side. Just the thought left a warm feeling in his stomach that he quickly put out. They weren’t kids anymore, he couldn’t just rely on his school yard crush to take over the minute he saw a sparkle in her turquoise eyes. Plus they looked too similar to one of his student’s eyes. Aizawa had to get a grip.

She wore a cream colored turtleneck tucked into jeans. Only a few people knew what lay under the wool material, scratching against the ribbed skin that had healed itself many years before. The burns had been self-inflicted. Aizawa could still remember her tears as the wounds slowly bled. The feeling of her soft hand held in his as she trembled from the remnants of the pain. How ashamed she had felt from falling for the whispers from the shadows. But she had been so determined to be better than Enji that she did anything to be a step up. To be seen as worthy.

But that had been in their second year. Time had passed and Aizawa was a different person. He had responsibilities that he couldn’t drop just because she fluttered her eyelashes and sent him a smile only meant for him. He remembered the days in their shared apartment, when they were fresh out of UA. The two would stay in bed on their off days, whispering things that Aizawa would rather leave between them and holding one another. Now Aizawa slept alone in his bed at Heights Alliance, glad they only gave him a twin sized mattress that left him with little to no extra room.

A soft smile stretched across her lips, something sad lingering just past the surface. The teachers watched as she raised her hand as a greeting. Aizawa could feel Hizashi getting excited next to him. Of course the blond was excited. He didn’t have to deal with the heartache and the burning eyes when she left. Hizashi got a simple note that he still didn’t let Aizawa read.

The students of classes 1A and 1B watched as this new woman stepped up in front of them. Nobody recognized her from anywhere. They wouldn’t have unless they happened to be some UA super fan. If they were, they’d know one of the most promising and powerful students to ever walk the halls was in front of them. But her hero career hadn’t been what she thought it would be and suddenly she was a nobody in the eyes of these teenagers. And surprisingly? She didn’t care. To come in with a clean slate felt nice. Their watchful eyes caught on to Aizawa’s tension and her nerves, but nobody could guess the story. Well, except for Todoroki, but that’s only because Natsuo and Fuyumi filled him in a couple nights before.

“Students,” Nezu said in a calming voice. “We have a real treat. This is Dai Todoroki, a very esteemed UA alumna.”

The woman laughed softly and shook her head. “Esteemed might be too strong of a word in this instance.”

Nezu shot her a knowing look before continuing. “Due to the recent villain attacks, I thought I could bring her on as one more combat training teacher. I’m sure her smarts and power could rival any of your favorite heroes.”

Bakugo let out a scoff. Some glanced at him, but others ignored. The main spot where eyes landed was the nervous All-Might who stood the farthest down the line of teachers. The expectation of one of the strongest heroes in history being matched by this random woman in front of them felt preposterous. His fingers fidgeted as he looked through the crowd. There was  a nervous energy about All-Might and only a couple of students noted how he didn’t once look at Dai since she had come into the training facility. His eyes landed on Midoriya, sending him a ‘see-me-after-this-is-over’ look for a quick second before continuing. Bakugo also received one, though it was even quicker than Midoriya’s.

“I’m sure you will all help me in making her feel welcomed back into the UA family.”

The bell rang, concluding the small year one assembly. As the students began to head to lunch, a small buzz of whispers floated in the air. The students were keeping an eye on her as she turned to the teachers. Her smile turned into a nervous baring of teeth in her slow turn towards her peers. Hizashi was quick to pull her into a hug, damning the rules of professionalism. A genuine laugh escaped her lips as she wrapped her arms around his torso. The two spun around for a moment before he let her down, cupping both her cheeks and smiling down at her.

“You look gorgeous!” Hizashi exclaimed. “The short look suits you.”

Dai giggled and brushed it off her shoulder. “Thank you.”

Her voice was softer than anyone remembered. No one could have guessed what happened in those ten years that she had been away. In fact, as Aizawa chose to get a closer look, he noticed that a lot of things had softened around her. The defined muscles she used to have were gone and a little more weight was added, making her curvier than she already was. Not to mention how the aura around her was not as determined nor fiery as Aizawa remembered. She was now in her thirties, a calm woman who looked like she could have an office job that gave her vacation days.

Dai’s eyes glanced over the teachers. While her eyes lingered on Aizawa, he noticed that it was him that was making her nervous. She played with her own fingers, grazing over a ring on her left middle finger that Aizawa had never seen before. It was a thin silver band. Plain and nothing exciting. Dai kept her eyes moving until they reached All Might, who was nervous looking at the door, trying to figure out an excuse to go talk to Midoriya and Bakugo. Or in a better use of words, warn them about their new teacher. It was in that moment that both Hizashi and Aizawa watched a familiar flame in her eye get cast. An old determination seemed to fill her as she smirked.

“Hello, Toshi. Long time, no see.”

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