#&about/Rey

[pig-mania]

me

[obsesssedblerd]

Ryomen Sukuna watches his nephew—who has made an awful habit of playing with his food rather than eating it—carefully, narrowing his eyes when the two and a half year-old grabs his plastic bowl of fruit with his chubby hands. 

“You better not,” he says sternly. 

Yuuji Itadori looks up at him, his big brown eyes sparkling mischievously as he coos. He lifts his arms with a smile, raising the bowl above his head. 

“Don’t you dare—”  

“Bwah!” Yuuji throws the bowl, and it clatters noisily to the ground, the fruit inside of it landing wetly on the kitchen floor. 

“What is wrong with you?!” Sukuna groans irritatedly, grabbing the boy from his high chair and dangling him by his ankle. “How many times must I tell you that food is for eating and not for throwing?!” 

Now upside-down, Yuuji bursts into laughter. His eyes shut, and he swings his arms back and forth, completely unaware of how pissed his uncle is.

“Enough of your giggling. This is not for your entertainment, you brat.” 

“Brat!” Yuuji repeats. 

“No, you’re the brat!” Sukuna hisses through his teeth.

“No, you brat!” Yuuji babbles in between happy giggles, repeatedly using his new favorite word. “Brat, brat, brat!” 

You come downstairs, and your face splits into a wide smile at the scene. “Aw, I hope I’m not interrupting your playtime.” 

Sukuna rolls his eyes and rotates Yuuji so he’s no longer upside-down, passing the giggly bundle to you. “You are just in time. First he throws his food for the umpteenth time, and now he calls me a brat.” 

You snicker, resting Yuuji on your hip as your free hand fixes his messy pink hair. “Is that so, Yuuji? Well, you are right,” you say as you give Sukuna a wink, “he is just a big brat.” 

Your boyfriend groans as you and Yuuji laugh, grumbling something underneath his breath as he leaves the kitchen. 

But you catch the tiny hint of a smile. You always do.

[princeyam]

good luck

[philinof]

how did we as a phociety move on from “can phil express an opinion?” that was literally one of The most insane moments ever.

phil just wanted to get a word in and dan was literally so irritated that people kept speaking over phil that he did not gaf anymore. he reached his long ass arm all across that table to steal someone else’s mic, without a single “excuse me”. then he doesn’t say “phil has something to add!” or something else normal.

no, instead he asks, mad as fuck, “can phil express an opinion?” like hey can phil fucking speak. is he allowed to say something. can he express a single fucking opinion during this panel.

and he knew how’d he come off. people were a little shocked. it definitely came off as rude to some. but it was so jarring that they just had to shut up. like damn okay i didn’t know you felt so strongly about your fellow youtuber, mr. danisnotonfire.

dan knew that phil was just way too nice to interrupt everyone else & stand up for himself. so he took matters into his own hands, he didn’t mind looking rude if it meant phil got to speak his mind. & i think that’s just so loving & kind & i’ll never get over it. <3

[peachsukii]

A faint knock on the front door of your apartment echos through the hallway and to your bedroom, but you don’t bother to get up. They’ll think you’re not here and leave eventually. The lights are off and don’t give off any indication that you’re home.

They knock again, this time a little firmer.

You roll over in bed, tucking your head under the covers to block out the sound. Suddenly, the click of the lock and door creaking open fill the air - he’s here.

“Peach?” Bakugo calls from the living room, feet pattering anxiously around your apartment in search of you. “You here?”

It kills you not to answer him, but there’s no way in hell you want him to see you like this, disheveled and miserable. Maybe if you stay still, you can trick him into thinking you’re not hiding away from the world and aren’t home.

“Ya haven’t answered my calls in three days,” he says aloud as his footsteps approach your bedroom. “Your girlfriends, too. Called ‘em this mornin’ looking for you.”

You’re busted, there’s no running from Katsuki Bakugo. He’s not stupid or naive. Why did you think you could hide from him?

Bakugo lets out a sigh of relief when he sees your body under the covers in the dark. Carefully, he makes his way to your bed and sits on the edge.

“There you are,” he says quietly, nowhere near his normal volume. There’s no bite to his words, only genuine concern. “You okay, sweetheart?”

Ha - no. Not in the slightest.

The blanket shifts a bit when you curl further into yourself. Bakugo reaches for the hem of the comforter, tugging it off of you in one motion. That’s when it sinks in and he understands the situation, maybe a little too well.

“I get it. Y’don’t wanna be seen as weak,” he speaks, both reflectively and to you. “But bein’ down doesn’t mean you’re weak, you’re human, peaches. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with being sad.”

“You didn’t have to come,” you muffle into the pillow, hiding your face from him. “I’ll be fine.”

“Never said you wouldn’t be. Doesn’t mean I can’t be here or worry about your ass.”

Let him in, he obviously wants to help. Just…let him in. Why’s it so hard?

“I don’t…” you trail off, unable to tell him you don’t need his help. Finally, you sit up to face him, hair tangled over your shoulders and t-shirt drooping from your collarbone. “I don’t want to scare you away.”

Bakugo laughs. “Scare me? Gonna have to try a lot harder than that. What kinda hero would I be if I let ya rot away in bed?” He scoops you into his arms and squeezes you firmly. “Let me take care of you when you’re not feelin’ up to it.”

[moodyvoid]

Touya, in the hospital with his family.

Rei: “Do you want to tell us about your time with the league?”

Fuyumi: “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

Natsuo: “It was a part of his journey. Maybe he has something to say about it.”

Touya: “There really isn’t much to say. Shigaraki got me to where I needed to be, Spinner and Toga annoyed me most of the time, Mr. Compress was tolerable, and Twice…”

Touya, thinking about Twice, then thinking about all his memories with the league.

Touya: “… I wasn’t there to make friends.”

Shouto, staring at Touya silently remembering when he also “wasn’t there to make friends”.

[juricore]

toxic yuri this toxic yuri that. and just when you think it couldnt get any crazier they break out the spinning piano

[dizzybizz]

yotsuba pose!!!

[soniadamasco]

I cannot believe this guy managed to destroy in one episode:

1. Gender roles

2. The whole field of biology

[ministarfruit]

day 18: once upon a time ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

[elainiisms]

girls will casually tell you the most traumatic backstory known to man and finish it off with "it's whatever though i don't really care"

[starryjaybird]

Conceptual drawings (I guess?) of a scene where Leia opens up and tells Rey about what broke their little family apart and why.

[obsesssedblerd]

when sukuna kisses you for the first time, it’s far more intense than you’ve ever imagined. you’re sitting in his lap, and your head spins as the king of curses’ tongue hungrily explores your mouth. his large hands possessively roam your body; squeezing, stroking, discovering every spot that makes you tremble and whine into his mouth. when he grabs the back of your neck and pulls you back to look at your flustered, dizzy expression, he laughs, dangerous and condescending. “we’ve barely begun, and you’re already breathing hard, little sorcerer? i thought you said you could handle it.” he licks a slow, long stripe, starting from your collarbone and going all the way up your neck, enjoying the way you shudder. “silly girl,” he purrs near your ear, “oh, i’m going to ruin you.”

[calatia]

heath ledger

[thepromisedbride]

nightmare time: abstinence camp (starkid, 2021)

[peachsukii]

content // bakugo + reader are married (26/27). talks of children/pregnancy. semi-breeding kink. intoxicated dirty talk.

Imagining that the annual Hero Gala is the perfect place for Bakugo to let loose once a year, celebrating with his colleagues about their success and knocking back endless drinks without hesitation. It's the only time he allows himself to truly let go. It's time to go home when his hands can't stop wandering your form in front of everyone.

You're barely through the door of your home before his hands are hiking up your dress and pressing your back to the door, begging to let him make a mess of you.

"C'mon baby," Bakugo slurs while messily sucking on your exposed collarbone, pressing his groin against your thigh to let you how badly he wants you. "Need'ta taste you...feel you."

Whenever he gets like this, it's all give give give, never take. Bakugo becomes obsessed with pleasuring you, and only you. He doesn't even take himself into account, too love drunk and lust driven to care about his own release. But tonight? Bakugo's got a new agenda in mind, thanks to Mina and Kirishima's talks of starting a family earlier that night. All it took was Mina to casually say, "She'd make such a perfect mom, don't you think?" while gesturing to you across the room.

And goddamn, it consumed him whole.

"Wanna make you a momma, gorgeous," he mumbles against the shell of your ear as he slides his fingers seamlessly into your panties. Your thighs clench, a soft whine falling from your lips when two fingers slip between your slick covered folds. "Mm, ya like the sound'a that? You're soaked."

Bakugo's laugh is sinister before licking along your jawline and crashing into a heated kiss, whiskey lingering on his tongue. He pulls away, fingers pumping languidly into your pussy, a string of saliva connecting the two of you before whispering against your lips.

"Gonna stuff that pretty cunt'a yours full of my cum an' fuck it into you all night long. Eat it out of ya and fill you up all over again." He stops to lick at your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth with a loud pop to leave you gasping for breath. "Fuck you so deep that you'll be leakin' cum for weeks."

Holy shit. You could faint on the spot.

"F-fuck Katsuki...bedroom, now."