#*cars driving by casually*

[musubiki]

another day of running into the villain under strange and unlikely circumstances

[benetnvsch]

ok I know we all hate the ln 1 adaption but that one scene where kunikida stops in the middle of the road to answer a phone call and Atsushi freaks out and Dazai doesn't even react is so funny to me,,, like Dazai's reaction implies that kunikida does that enough for him to be unphased like? why can't anyone in the ada actually drive help them-

[transsexual-dandelions]

Galladads but theyll randomly drop the most insane Dad Lore without realizing it

[kalmeria]

i fucking love how at first glance tatsumi is supposed to be the normal one in alkaloid, he is the most responsible one, always level headed, a reassuring presence, constantly supporting his unit mates etc. and then you look the tiniest bit closer and it’s like. oh honey, you’re so fucked up

[in-death-we-fall]

Public service announcement: if you feel it necessary to put "please send someone with 4wd/awd" in your delivery instructions, you should not be ordering delivery ❄️

[basavapatr]

at the car shop eating up the crumbs you guys are leaving in the lita tag because i can’t watch the new episode until i get home

[roxyco-deliverygirl]

Hi delivery girlie mild crisis

[theloveinc]

Idk if this has been talked abt in here before but.. what kind of wedding would you think bakugou would like to have🤔? A lavish one? Or simple and sweet ceremony? Or somewhere in between....or something else entirely.? I think he wouldn't want a very grand wedding but if his s/o insisted then maybe.. but what do you think? (you don't have to agree with me you can completely disagree if you want)..And also, what kind of wedding would you like to have with bakugou💕😍 or maybe any of yr favs??

Hm, good question and thank you sm for asking me!!!🙏🏻❤️

I think... Bakugo would be some sort of combination of all of the above. I definitely see him as having a few ideas of his own about what he wants in a wedding, but it's all majorly swayed by your own thoughts/plans, and how involved you actually want to be in the whole thing.

If you want full control of things... he's probably putting in a little bit of input here and there, but if you just want to spout off ideas, he's fine making the arrangements, too. That sounds a little... wishy-washy, I'm sure, but given you talk about it a lot wayyy beforehand, he ends up pretty prepared for either thing, either way (plus his mom would definitely want to help, so it wouldn't all be on him).

Personally, I believe he'd want extravagant, but wouldn't care for that many guests. Expensive, but low-key and classy. And probably would aim for something a little more modern if you were comparing to someone like... Todoroki, for example (in style, decor, ceremony, the works).

I also think... LOL I actually think a wedding out in nature would really be in his wheelhouse, too. Maybe not if you wanted guests (cuz he wouldn't want to deal with his mom complaining about dirty outfits and/or Denki about the walk to the location), but a vow exchange/ceremony/pictures of only you two up in the mountains? Yeah, absolutely him. Then, if you wanted, some sort of celebration with your friends and family afterwards.

That's probably what I'd go with. Maybe not... anywhere outdoors where I could get ticks (I'm scared of ticks and would def look nervous in all the pictures LMAO)... but doing vows alone and then having a big reception w/ everyone later honestly sounds perfect. That way there'd be intimacy but all the fun of a party, too🥰

I loved this question so much though hehehe, what would you go with, if something different than your descriptions? Mwah!

[sansebastinae]

It’s probably blasphemous to say it but honestly I’m in awe of how a crackhead sugar water company can involve themselves in a lot of things with their people being equally crackheaded in various disciplines

[robustcornhusk]

partner laughs because i take a subclinical dose of [meds] and it obviously has an effect - i was still revved up, energetic, and focused (mostly) at 9pm last night

the only time i actually take the full dose i'm told to is when i have to drive (today) and then i have to fucking double it

[madpenfan]

I hate the fact that my boss started to see a guy the same day I broke up with my ex

And they are also in a long distance relationship like me and my ex

And I have to sit there and listen to the two of them text each other because of apple car play when my boss and I drive to a job site

[heartvisor]

seeing toku behind-the-scenes work in general is very interesting, but i think i especially want to see the stuff for when there are characters that are just toys and they have to make them emote lol

[oddogoblino]

Just had an uncomfortably scary dream for once what- wow

Uh

Huh- I uh- wow

[ultravioletlesbian]

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[claudtrait]

stop i forgot i had a post in the queue 😭

[audisive]

♪ BROOKLYN BABY. (💌) – previous part

౨ৎ simon 'ghost' riley | reader

synopsis: the 141 believes the scot now.

tags: fluff, romance, soft!simon, you're basically their mom atp lol, bickering, there's a bet between gaz n soap, gaz secretly wants you shh, ooc characters, not proofread, price being the gentleman he is, he's seriously just watching everything unfold

       It's not always that Ghost is willing to let the 141 stay at his house for their traditions – which is just drinking beer and watching sports, really. In fact, he's always said something about his place being empty, so they always settled on someone else's. They stop asking after a year, and in turn, he stops having reasons.

It's not until Soap pops the question again when everyone else's houses are unavailable for a variety of reasons, his being that he left his faucet on and now his shitty apartment is flooded. You can only imagine the suspicion and shock when Ghost agrees (or, rather, simply grunts).

The drive is long, nothing short of 5 hours, and Soap spends the better half of it bickering with either Gaz or Ghost. He falls asleep by the next half, and when he awakes, he gawks at the lovely looking house before their car. There's two stories to it, a balcony, a front porch, and there's no doubt that there's a backyard.

Contrary to popular belief, no, it is not all black or plain at all. It's all equally surprising to them. The Brit isn't the type to care about the appearance and state of a house, usually. They do envision him in a mostly empty apartment with only a bed and a bathroom, though.

There's a delicate touch to where a rough man lives; the smell is almost heavenly when they enter the house. It's homely, the scent of newly washed sheets and lingering smell of food; there's a cat perched on the living room table that Ghost scratches the head of lovingly in a way that's so casual and natural. It's like they're at the gates of–

"Simon!" Heaven's bells ring in their ears, luring them into the doorway of the living room, and the sound of feet padding against the cold floor. There comes a soft-looking thing running into Ghost's arms, completely engulfing you.

You only notice the three familiar faces of your boyfriend's team members – though you know he considers them family if anything – when you pull away. An angel clad in only a cami top, shorts, and Simon's hand around your waist, you turn to look at the group with a surprised look on your pretty – Soap thinks that God, you're so pretty – face. "Oh, hi," you smile sweetly, obviously awkward at the silence and the staring.

"It's been a while," Ever the gentleman, the gruff voice is the first to speak up with your name uttered, the only who's actually met you – John Price. Soap is too enamored with the way you hold yourself and the fact that, holy fuck, even your name's pretty. Gaz raises a brow at the captain's greeting.

You smile once more – a genuine one now. "Nice to see you again, John."

"'S rude to stare, Johnny." Simon speaks out, a smirk under the mask. "Please excuse him, miss," Gaz adds, this beautiful man, and offers a charming smile.

"You must be Gaz," you hold your hand out, "it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Pleasure's all mine," Kyle forgets that a hand could be this soft and gentle, "and please, call me Kyle." He barely stops himself from turning your hand in his to kiss the back of it like one should to a lady so fair; his lieutenant has good taste in women, he'll give him that. And when you're out of the area, Soap is sure to rub it in Gaz's face. I told ye so! LT wis hidin' somethin' from us. A pretty something, that is. You don't miss the way he slips a twenty-dollar bill into the Scottish man's hand.

"Glad tae meet ye," Soap finally says, winking. "Understand why he wis hidin' a bonnie lass like ye from us." There's a mischievous glint in his eye, almost naturally so.

"A'm hurt, LT, but whit can I do? After all, we're just a couple o' brutes, arenae we?"

Simon watches in amusement, "you'll live." Soap is quick to move to your side as you lead the small group of hulking men through your shared home after that.

Simon is visibly more relaxed with you around. He's comfortable, that much is a given, with the way he's taking up most of the thankfully large couch with his manspreading. So is the 141. They're pampered like spoiled children (or pets, really) through the whole day.

Instead of just beer and faucet water, they're offered a variety of drinks in the kitchen that's enough to be considered a private bar. Instead of an empty belly unhealthily stuffed with beer and a mix of mediocre takeout, they're met with warm homecooked meals. They lose track of time quickly; the night falls by the time they've tired themselves out, and they've had not one, but two meals thanks to you.

(They're sure to commend your cooking skills and think of how lucky this tall brute of a man is blessed with a woman so soft and pliant and wonderful and– while Price is the one to be the most grateful, Soap compliments you the most. "A can practically taste the love." You laugh in turn.)

Gaz is the first to speak after a meal so lovely, they could simply just sleep on the floor comfortably and wake to the same smell of home. "It's a bit late, love, we should probably go."

"Thank you for having us," Price smiles down at you kindly.

"Ye've been lovely, bonnie." He wants to stay some more.

"Wait," you stop them, looking up at Simon for further approval. He's already looking at you with a reassuring brush of his thumb on the side of your hip and a nod. You turn your eyes back at them. "It's already late, you three should stay the night. We have enough room for everyone."

There comes, "we don't wanna intrude," then, "we can take care of ourselves, it's alright."

"Please, I insist." Your smile brightens, "I'll even cook breakfast before you leave."

The mohawk moves with a sigh, "now tha's just no' fair, lass. How are we gonna say no tae that?" You giggle. Only then do they find themselves tucked away in the guest room, and boy, you were right when you said it could fit them all if not more.

On the way to the bathroom in the late hours of the night, Soap catches a glimpse of light through the crack of your bedroom door to see his oh-so strong lieutenant, vulnerable in your arms. There's something natural about the way you cradle the large man and kiss his hair like it's part of your DNA, like you're programmed to do that 'cause Soap thinks you're simply unreal.

He's proud of his lieutenant, this lucky bastard. He turns another blind eye once more, but he's paid in full with another fulfilling meal by the morning.