#BET YOU THOUGHT I WOULDNT

[gin-juice-tonic]

Well... vegetarians might find it a bit harder to stick to their diets, but it's a step up from feeling tempted to eat humans.

[deja-mew]

HOT TAKE: Even after Unicron upgraded him, Megatron had to pick barnacles off himself for a good long while. I can’t imagine all the underwater critters that probably moved into him as a corpse. Maybe he wasn’t down there quite that long, but I’m sure he didn’t get away 100% critter-free. Barnacle boy Megs. Who else is here for that

[mishy-mashy]

I said this in a whole reblog, but just copy-pasting to a separate post because I think it'll give some reading comprehension and reblogs don't show up in the search feature.. again, I'm reiterating what I said in another post.

Go check out @demidokuriya 's post for this; OP's post made me put this all down in like. 20 minutes. Mind went vroom vroom cuz HEY THEY'RE ONTO SOMETHING.

(They also reblogged the post with some hint to some behind the scenes of what led to the ideas if you wanna check that out)

Look below at how, when Mineta told AFO to spare Tokoyami, AFO specifically went "..."

He remembers Jirou and thinks, The braying howls of the weak...

He was going to take Tokoyami's Quirk. He took Hawks'. But after Mineta pleaded with him, AFO just straight-up left and didn't take anyone else's Quirk.

AFO saw Yoichi in Mineta.

These scenes are near-identical to each other.

Mineta and Yoichi (at that time) are both much smaller than the normal person at their age

They're both hurt, yet dragged themselves up from the ground to throw something at AFO, to get his attention and make their voice

Both are considered weak, even if they have a Quirk (Mineta's Pop-Off and Yoichi's undeveloped Factor)

The fact that Yoichi got AFO's attention here by throwing a can at him, while Mineta got his attention by throwing a Pop-Off ball; and it stuck.

Mineta's call for his attention landed and actually stuck to AFO. This is unlike when Yoichi and his can bounced off, and AFO kicked him, not listening to him; AFO listened to Mineta and left Tokoyami alone, technically doing what Mineta wanted—to not hurt this person.

AFO just went on to hurt more people away from Mineta's [Yoichi's] eyes so the small weakling wouldn't see.

Yoichi and Mineta both cried to AFO to not hurt in his ways, when AFO was intent on stealing people's Quirks

AFO even stole Hawks' Quirk during this time.

He had time to steal Hawks' Quirk, and though he could've tossed him to the side, he let Hawks stand in his way.

He had the energy. Right after this event, he flew off and left the scene. But he didn't go for Tokoyami immediately.

And this let Mineta play his part, and remind AFO of Yoichi.

"A putrid, festering Quirk Factor."

That sounds like Yoichi, AFO.

".. such garbage."

Hey hey hey, what did Yoichi throw at him when they were kids?

A discarded can. Garbage.

This chapter (385) where AFO listens to Mineta is literally called [A Youthful Urge].

Mineta told AFO to take his Pop-Off (hurt him) instead. But last time, AFO hurt Yoichi by kicking him; this time, AFO not only listened to Mineta to not hurt Tokoyami, but didn't touch Mineta at all.

Even though this time, Mineta [Yoichi] offered to take that place of suffering.

Yoichi didn't do that back then. AFO just turned on little Yoichi anyway.

Yoichi through his whole existence is literally [the braying howls of the weak]. AFO acknowledges he's weak and idealistic, yet he still loves him.

Side note about this panel, I think it's interesting that in this vision, this was the first time we saw Yoichi's eyes: when he was being defiant, despite being pushed down by someone much stronger than him.

Really characteristic of him, honestly. Yoichi's soft-spoken and frail, but it's always reiterated that Yoichi had a powerful will against his stronger big brother.

Mineta at this moment reminded him too much of Yoichi, because the two scenes are near-identical to each other. Parallels, really.

Reiterating something from OP's post that I reblogged this from;

"The reminder of his brother made him uncomfortable, so he hurried away."

AFO didn't want to hurt Yoichi again.

[skitskatdacat63]

Pictures that fuel the 007 vettonso au that exists in my head(for now)

Also go listen to "You Know My Name", and think of Vettonso while doing so because I think it is SOOOOOO them coded(but also f1 in general tbh.) And also if you've seen Casino Royale, hey, remember that chair scene? >:)

[ghost-bard]

Love being an arcane warrior in dao i love swinging a giant maul around and being in armour but also casting walking nightmare and horror on my enemies i think swords are cooler but the affect of a maul is funnier than big sword in my opinion. I have like 3 affects (at the minimum) going on at all times and then i do an aoe chug some lyrium just in case and bludgen some guy to death. What.

[britneyshakespeare]

screw whatever else i've said; the most important thing you can do in this lifetime is watch tv

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

danny talking about how resentful she became when nobody who she self-sacrificed for cared when she died and then leaving kirsch with laura and carmilla bc "if he stays with me i might lose control again and kill him" kinda confirms my thoughts abt both newly-turnedness and anger making vampires more vampiry

but also makes me think that in more usual circumstances, when the dean turned vampires like carmilla and mattie, that shes really nice at the start to temper any of that unruly anger

[majorproblems77]

What are your favorite characters or ships (if any), besides Sky?

Ohhh good question!

I really enjoy working with Warriors when I'm writing, he's very quickly become a second fave and has potential for Blorbo status later down the line. And Wind! The small chaos gremlin has stolen my heart and these two give the best brother combo that I just love so much.

[jrueships]

diggs is unimpressed by the unusual josh allen show of toxic masculinity

[mystical-one]

also i was showing my dad wax minute from the zigzag concert and he listened to it the whole way through and helped me figure out the chords (win) and then at the end my mum (who had been listening in) said she didnt like michael nesmiths singing so i was like its ok lol (holding back tears and shaking and jaw clenched) its not to everyones tastes! not everyone likes bob dylan and i listen to him daily lol :) and she was like no bob dylan sings better than this guy

[4giorno]

anyone sometimes remember the final feast trailer and get pissed off bc of how they did fucking nothing with arlecchino

[appalachy]

Me two days after the party realising it could have been flirting when our mentor duarte tried to teach me how to say 'shut up and kiss me' in portugese and asked me to say it in polish as well

[s0fter-sin]

let’s say the live action is good (lmao) what’s even the plan? it’ll probably cover up to the usj but what then? are you really gonna make five or more movies after that to complete the story? and if that’s not the intention then what’s the point other than money

[autism-corner]

Substitute of Love

1.6K || reader x Arakawa Shuuji || Smell & Masturbation & Murder || sex reader: ambiguous || AO3 (<- he/him!arakawa available)

You liked the routine the both of you had rolled in to. Every other school day or so you would make up an excuse to drop by the nurse’s office, and do your exchange with your lover. It had to be a secret, because if anyone at all found out, Mx. Arakawa would be in indefinite trouble.

---

It had started the day she walked you home. An unfortunate rainfall befell the two of you, leaving you both drenched and cold sheltered under a bus stop. With you shivering and sniveling, she had offered up her nice satin handkerchief. She winked, and the gesture would be a lot more romantic if you weren’t utterly distracted by her bra slightly visible under her sopping shirt. Grabbing it, you tried to distract yourself from the warmth rising in your cheeks.

Eventually, after a long wait (with a silence that was as comfortable as it could be), the sun managed to peek trough the clouds again. Mx. Arakawa walked you home, the now snotty cloth she gave you still bungled up in your pocket. You would wash it and return it the next day, and that would be it.

---

That was not it. After washing it, the urge to smell her lingering scent snuck up on you, and you couldn’t stop your face from moving into it. The sight of yesterday came back again. It brought back the image of you together, way more comfortable than the circumstances should have allowed. Sniffing deeper, you landed in the comfortable smell of sanitizer and lemons that did always seem to surround her. You decided to ignore the faint seafood that was also there, and just focus on the better ones, as more thoughts of her flooded your brain. She had always been so kind to you. And she had defended you from the kids in the cafeteria. And whatever she had let you see yesterday (because she had to know what she was showing off) didn’t leave a lot to imagine.

Despite not needing the imagination, your mind couldn’t help but wander off on its own. Despite having entertained yourself plenty last night, your hand drifted down again, handkerchief still clenched between your fingers. Her smell, faint as it had been, has implanted itself into every grain of your soul, but you wanted more of it. You needed more of it.

You should probably wash the handkerchief again.

---

You could have forgotten about it. You should have returned to school the next day NOT immediately heading to her office. But you didn’t. Somehow, that one night had gotten you hooked. And you would be a fool to believe that would be the last of it after she welcomed you this morning, her smile just a bit wider than before.

---

Mx. Arakawa had started it in the rain, but there was no reason to give you her kerchief the second time she did. After one of your regular nosebleeds (only half an excuse at this time), she touched you. It was just her hand slightly resting on your upper thigh. To outsiders nothing more than a somewhat weird place to rest. To you, another sensation that would occupy your thoughts the rest of the day, alongside her now familiar smell and all-too-close face. Unnoticed, she had slipped her token of love back in your pocket.

You didn’t notice until you were at home, taking your pants off. The bump apparently wasn’t enough to distract you from thinking about her at all. Confused, you took it out. Alongside the returning comfort of lemon and doctor, a small piece of paper caught your attention.

“DO CONTINUE <3” it said.

---

You don’t know how she had known. The second wash should have properly cleaned everything, and you were certain you did not spend enough ~intimate time~ with the kerchief for your smell to overtake hers. But then, you guess you could recognize her smell throughout the whole cafeteria as well. And, admittedly, you didn’t care about the how. It really wasn’t important to think about the how right now.

You couldn’t tell when she had joined in on the fun. It very well could have been directly after the first exchange. If she did, you didn’t notice until the fourth or fifth time you received her kerchief. Up until then, you had due diligently returned it clean and proper, like there wasn’t anything wrong happening at all. But this time you received a noticeably unclean one from her. It was wet and sticky and freakishly gross. It even smelled too good to have been from before school, lemon and a clear sour taste being more present than ever before.

It was enough to get you trough three round that night. And once more in the morning. You only returned it to her office the day after that. It had been given it a good clean and another round for good measure, and to not show all the desperation she had clearly already seen trough.

---

It was a comfortable routine. Receive the kerchief. Dirty the kerchief thinking about her. Occasionally receive a cleaner kerchief, but most of the time one that was twice as disgusting. Jerk off to her smell and image and taste again. Return. Repeat. You loved it.

With each bit of shame that grew smaller within you, your unity grew. It did not matter that it was unorthodox and illegal and Wrong. All that mattered was the little satin square slipping between your legs again. Hand gripping it tightly, tighter than your eyes were shut at that moment. The visions came to you easy these days. Her mouth, her lips, her tits, it didn’t matter. You were surrounded with her smell, lemon and sanitizer and even seafood becoming all your senses could take in. You gripped, you felt her, you came. Repeat.

Mx. Arakawa did the same. Twice or thrice or five times or seven. A thin layer separated her own touch from herself, but it felt all the better for it. One hand with her kerchief was consistently rubbing her clit, her other hand playing with her hole, or her chest, or her hair, or her mouth. It was never enough. This was all she could get from you without being prosecuted for it, and damn you if you thought she wouldn’t take every inch.

Sometimes she did it during school. Stowed away in a toilet, pants shoved halfway over her thighs. Hand and kerchief feverishly rubbing away, her other hand trying to stifle the sounds that wanted to escape at every brush of pleasure. You were so close, often just on the other side of the wall, yet the satin bond was all she could take. This was still a school after all.

It was your favorite when she had those moments in the stall. The layers of utter filth made the smell that much stronger, the desire for HER made you transform into something animalistic. Days like that were the only ones that didn’t drive the kerchief to your legs, it instead being forcefully shoved in your mouth and nose and face. It was the closest you could get to her.

---

You needed to wait. Despite the kerchief laying burning and gross in your pocket, you couldn’t do anything more than to return it once again. You could not rip off her pants right here and now. You could not force her to take you right on the bed you so often bled on. You could not stick her beloved piece of cloth in front of her mouth and nose as you did. Despite all the want, you could not.

Just like your thoughts were rarely present in her office, Mx. Arakawa was just as occupied on days of exchange. She was constantly thinking about ravishing you right on the floor. About stripping you naked and taking you whole, all at once. During those times she wouldn’t have to care about anyone peeking in trough the door. If that were to happen in her fantasies, she would just grab your face harder and force her tongue down. She would moan louder, the sound of you and her overshadowing anything else in the world. During those times she was free. She had you, and even if she did not, she still had her kerchief.

---

It was bliss and joy and want. The both of you were addicted to each other, with no way to actually use your love. You knew from the moment you met that she was stronger, but foresight couldn’t provide how much more her need for you could grow. How much hurt it could bring in spite of its bliss.

One day she would snap. Her time at the toilet had lasted too long, and on her way to look for you fate forced you with her. She dragged the two of you to her office. The door closed. You did not object when you were shoved onto the bed. You did not object when she took you raw. You did not object as she shoved the kerchief in your mouth using her own. You did not object as the smell of lemon and alcohol took over, as she pinched your nose closed. You did not stop when the only movement you could still make, was trusting up into her.

Your last breath released at the same time as you.

[snekdood]

i honestly deserved none of the shit ppl did to me that lead me to this point

[thecomedies]

hey grian do you remember when i told you that when i die you can have my heart? did you remember to take it?