#I think I'd cry

[smallmightsupremacy]

So what if Izuku gets to see Kacchan's death from Shigaraki's memories? What then, huh?

[oifaaa]

The fact that we allow phone companies to get away with just straight up not including an essential bit of hardware needed to make the phone work and now has to be brought separately is completely atrocious

[mademoisellesarcasme]

intellectually i understand that two-factor verification is safer and shit but when *inevitably* I forget the password to my professional gmail account and have to reset it / make new and re-sign-in on every other device with 2FA it *is in fact exhausting*

[cassiana-on-dark-side]

Imagine you had done something and David looks at you this way.

[bastardtrait]

anyway they started dating, who saw that one comin!! shit! damn!!

the story is done girl it is done. call me fifth harmony’s debut single because I am miss movin on.

transcript:

[Cutaway: Jakob's messages with Saz (Sara) with him asking her to guess who he is dating.]

[Cutaway: Finn being painfully attracted to Bayram.]

FINN: So...you're Jakob's daddy? I mean--my daddy? I mean--dad? BAYRAM: Boy what the fuck

FINN: God I...really hope he's washed that sometime recently.

[rhaenyra-targaryenn]

what if we’re all wrong in assuming she’s going to avoid any songs that would directly tie to the break up? and she plays dancing with our hands tied on thursday or at least sometime this weekend?? 

[thesearchforbluejello]

Sylvia Tilly is autistic as fuck and I'd kill a man for her.

[littledigits]

Its hard to describe the complex emotions I'm having today, its a mixture of bittersweet sadness, feirce proudness, and everything deeper that comes from having put yourself and your emotions into a show for so many years. I'mm do the thank you thing below - but words dont really do it justice.

THANK YOU to my core Team, you know who you all are, for giving me trust, room to grow, patience and guidance when I made mistakes. All of the support you have given me I will pay forward, because it was only with your trust in me that I could leave this show as strong and confidant as I am. Within that core team there is a very smol team of 4 Special people. Andy Coyle, Chantal Ling, Johnny and Kathleen Mckinnon. I will never forget our nights in the editing room in season 1, grabbing some drinks and pizza as we go through the roughcuts. There were ups and downs but I'm glad to have gone through the chaos with ya'll <3 THANK YOU. To every single person who has touched this project, from the very first pitch to the very last file conform. Our crew has been world wide, and while I dont know everyone, I see and appreciate the work and heart you have put into your time with us. I dont care if you were on the show for a day or a decade, you're a part of it, and I dont take that for granted. THANK YOU to the team at Atomic Cartoons for your work in season 1, and the team at Lighthouse Studios for the animation team who came on season 1 and 3. You all rose to an immense challenge. The Hilda animation team is more then just Mercury, and i'm proud to have worked with you. There are people on the show who look back on it fondly, but counter to that there are people who were not supported how they should have been. I want those people to know that I will take these experiences and push to be better always, your experiences are as valid. THANK YOU to the fans! I see your hype and art and theorys and stories. I hope you will enjoy the wild ride of this last season, but I also hope you all ignore 'canon' and just create to your hearts content. The world lives on, there are still secrets and folklore and mystery - they are now yours to build <3 I could write more, I could write NOVELS, but I think people who know me know how I feel so I will refrain from rambling. Take a breath, and try not to sob at everyone writing beautiful things about what the show meant to them. ( spoiler alert, im going to fail )

Thank you all for being a part of this adventure - Where shall we go next ?

[thesquireinvictus]

If you get one of those virtual reality headsets for a smart phone, can you open up Google Earth and go into street view and strap it on your head and just... wander around while the map responds to your movements as though you were moving about in the city of your choosing?

[barghest-land]

a beautiful sight 🌟 concavenator 

gonna be the last art of this year. it was a tough one, but with a glimpse of hope for the future, for which i'm really grateful. i've done a lot of art this year, personal and for the studio too. manifesting next year to be a dream come true (please let me be happy and free) happy new year everyone! 💙

[thatsocialmoth]

I will never stop this

Every season I have to make a post about how indescribable D20 related grief is.

There is such a wildness to it where I feel my heart like sinking as I process it all. And like you find these beautiful stories about cycles, about loss and love and the things we do for secrets and for the things we love and the things we want. The sacrifices we're willing to make. The way war and death and grief takes people apart piece by piece and never rebuilds them. The way we are changed when we're left behind in a world without someone we thought we'd have forever. The feeling of finally having something to want, something that's yours, that's solid and something that's beginning only to have it ripped out from beneath you. The people we turn into when there is nothing to do but to run. The way fear and trauma and torment can make a person do things they wouldn't otherwise, how they influence decisions and desires and how freedom becomes a blessed commodity. The way we find that people need each other but sometimes they just can't. The way ambition blinds and ruins. The way the people who are gone leave ripples in their wake, something new as they die, something blooming from their decaying.

Like there's this deep story about the cyclical nature of the world and the way it's all so unforgiving. A narrative about how life finds a way, among the struggles of a girl who should be dead growing up too quick in a war and learning to want instead of just need. A plot about a man who loses everything trying to find something to prove that there is a purpose to his torment, that he can be saved.

And it's beautiful

And then you have to explain to your friends that you're crying because the radish grandpa and the chili pepper satanist died.

Like how the fuck am I meant to explain the profound grief of a mango? Or the way that ambition has absolutely crushed a pastrami sandwich who, even more than greatness, seemed to want love. The way greasy provolone cheese tells a story of regret and atoning for one's mistakes.

[murderofravens]

Nice Guy | yuuji itadori

yuuji itadori x fem reader

warnings: sexual imagery but no explicit smut, slight stalking, yandere tendencies, non consensual pictures, masturbation, no y/n used.

Yuuji is a nice guy.

That's what you tell yourself when you find his phone unlocked, sitting on your bed while he goes to get cleaned up in your washroom. He just came to your dorm after another mission— sweaty and tired. It's become a norm for him— he returns after a tiring mission, and you offer him words of comfort and support like the good best friend you are. You don't know what to think now, though, about the image your eyes are set on.

Yuuji is a nice guy, so him having a picture of you, lips parted, drooling innocently onto the sheets while you sleep as his lockscreen probably means nothing. He probably thought it was cute, and set it as his lockscreen solely because well, you're his best friend, and it doesn't matter.

Yuuji is a nice guy, you repeat in your head as you pick up the phone with curious eyes, checking the locked door of the bathroom, the faint sound of the shower running offering you temporary relief, before clicking on the gallery icon. Surely, that is the only vulnerable picture of you he has, right? Yuuji is a nice guy. That must be the only picture he has of you sleeping, right? You can't even remember when he took it. You've never fallen asleep after inviting him in. Not even a nap— you don't trust boys all that much, no matter how close you are.

Your eyes widen, breath catching in your throat as you see another picture of you as the thumbnail of a locked folder. You swallow the lump in your throat, eyebrows furrowing with confusion as you think, fingers hovering over the keyboard before typing in your birthday, as if that means anything. But surprisingly, the folder unlocks— and your heart rate picks up as the screen loads with multiple pictures of you.

Yuuji is a nice guy.

Then why the fuck does he have pictures of you undressing?

Stolen, low quality pictures taken through a peek in your door, through the cracks in your window, of you in different states of undress. Zoomed in pictures of your ass. You can see your pussy in one of them. Pictures of you asleep, with your t-shirt messily pulled to your chin to reveal your tits. You have to slap a hand over your mouth to silence the choked sob threatening to escape when your eyes land on a picture of his cum all over your stomach. When did he get into your dorm while you slept? You always made sure to keep your room locked.

Yuuji is a nice guy. He holds doors open for you, brings you snacks when you're on your period, he drags you along to the movies when you're in a bad mood and never lets you pay when you two hang out. He's there after every bad date, running his fingers through your hair and telling you that you deserve better. With his big brown eyes, his innocent smile, offering you words of comfort and support whenever you feel low. Making you laugh with his horrible jokes. He's been a good friend through and through.

Then why does he have a video of himself jerking off with your panties on his phone?

You feel bile rise up your throat, but you swallow it down, clicking on one of the videos, and lower the volume as you watch. His cock is big and thick, girthy and darker than the rest of him, shining with precum as he desperately strokes it with one of your nude cotton panties. You remember tossing it in your laundry stash, and you remember looking for it when it surprisingly disappeared from the basket. You can hear the soft, wet sounds of him whimpering and grunting just slightly. It makes your stomach twist.

You should toss the phone across the wall, kick it till it breaks, you should drag him out of the bathroom and kick him out. You want to scream at him, throw whatever object you can get your hands on at him, and yell and confront him. How could he do this to you?

You clutch the phone harder with shaky hands, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, unable to look away from the screen, your breathing heavy.

You thought Yuuji was a nice guy.

Soon, the constant sound of the shower running stops, and the door clicks open. You're frozen in place, bottom lip wobbling with feelings of fear and betrayal, and you flinch when you hear his voice, no longer tinged with the bright cheerfulness he always carried.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

[dirtytransmasc]

no cause no one gets them like I do. no one gets the dynamic between them like I do. no one sees them like I do. I just want them to be happy. please just let them be happy. let them find peace. let them heal. let them be.

with the exception of @hyperfixatedfandomer cause they get it too

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

I never really share anything personal on here because I'm a pretty private person, but there's something so profound about getting passed down my Grandpa's old camera collection.

Like what do you mean he took pictures of my Grandma with them 30+ years ago? That the A-1 Canon that's now in my room was the camera that took my parents' wedding photos? I stuck a roll of film into the same place he did? The thought of him loving photography as much as I do is the most tear-jerking emotion I've ever experienced even if we're not that close.

I just got the A-1 Canon working again after upwards of 20 years of being unused and sitting in a cupboard. Hearing the shutter go off as I took a picture of my dog was something special, and I don't even think I can describe it in a way that makes sense. It was like I was holding my own family history in my hands.

I was genuinely surprised it was in such good condition in the first place - I barely had to do anything other than look over it to make sure nothing was broken and mess with a few areas of concern. My grandpa kept his A-1 in immaculate condition despite his pretty bad health; the same with his other cameras as well.

As much as I want to keep them all in a glass case and have them stay perfect, I can't imagine not using them the same way he did. Of course, up until I have to retire them for my own kids to use one day in just as pristine a state.

[skrunksthatwunk]

landing

[cinnamelle]

don't ever let go of what's beloved