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We all know I despise Bakugo, he's just so loudmouthed and annoying
But
.......
I MAY have fallen for kiribaku just a SMALL microscopic amount
I'm a sucker for grumps who go all soft for their s/o's
Like
In hindsight I should've seen this coming, it's a trope I love a little too much
Like, I wrote this forever ago but still think about it
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Being in a secret polycule with kiribaku, they've been married for a few years and I just so happen to be the girl they both fell for. Going to a hero gala and we show up separately, Bakugo is following kirishima around while he works the room and he keeps staring at the gala's entrance while he nurses his drink.
He's waiting for me to show up, been staring at the high arch doors for the past 15 minutes and doesn't intend on stopping until I materialize under them.
He's starting to get anxious, antsy, it's obvious in the way he shifts his glass from hand to hand, swirling it's contents as the ice cubes make a gentle 'clink' noise.
"It's been too long," Bakugo grips kirishima's arm before he can greet another group of faces Bakugo has no intention of memorizing, or acknowledging for that matter. "She's never this late, what if we missed her?"
"She's fine babe, I promise." Kirishima lands a gentle kiss at his hairline while no one's looking before being swatted away by the blonde. "You know she gets swept up by her friends, she's probably running around with them before coming here. Besides, if it were anything serious you know she would've said something."
Kirishima lands another sweet kiss on the apple of bakugo's cheek and he reciprocates by leaning into the taller male's touch, being short lived at the gleam and chatter at the entrance.
There I was finally in all my breathtaking glory, dress cascading down my body and the deep cut teasing the bust of my breasts just the slightest bit. It took everything in him not to immediately want my attention, to not pull me away from the crowd and relish in my undivided attention for the next hour if not longer. It had been too long, the ache in his chest made it abundantly clear.
But there were too many eyes, too many extras eager to consume whatever new headline would make them the most profit, and so he kept himself planted where he was next to his husband.
The forlorn stares couldn't be helped though.
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Like I'm so embarrassed but I can't stop thinking about this scene, being a cute American support hero and having kiribaku slowly fall for me after I get popular in Japan
It's cute
I hate it
Wife
Baby
This
THIS HIINCEUNIJCKVRMORVOKFCOKDKOVFKFRKFOOFKRVKOOKRFK 💘💕💘💕💘💕💘💘💕💘💕💘💘💕💘💕💘💕💕💘💘💘💕💘💕💘
IM IN FUCKING LOVE PLS THEY WAY HE BECAME SECRECTLY DESPERATE WHEN HE SAW U IS EVERYTHING
I havent been into our spicy boi due to the latest stuff happening
BUT PLS
GRUMPY BAKU JUST BECOMING PUTTY ONCE U CARESS HIS FACE AND MELTING ONCE UR LIPS TOUCHES HIS
Another reason I want more Addams Family with the 90s cast is I think it would be so nice to see Morticia uncorseted and aging gracefully. I don't think she'd go full Grandmama but do you really think an Addams is afraid of wrinkles and cellulite?
Look me in the eye and tell me Anjelica Huston doesn't still have it.
edit: pinterest links don't work if you're not signed in, i've attached the original ref image below the cut and here's the vogue link. the designer is Guo Pei and the dress is from her fall 2019 couture collection
Tomorrow when the farm boys find this
freak of nature, they will wrap his body
in newspaper and carry him to the museum.
But tonight he is alive and in the north
field with his mother. It is a perfect
summer evening: the moon rising over
the orchard, the wind in the grass. And
as he stares into the sky, there are
twice as many stars as usual.
My baby daughter got her adorable puffin-print dress absolutely CAKED in mud crawling around the yard and my first thought was "oh no her beautiful dress"
And my second thought was "oh huh it really WOULD be easy to unconsciously steer her away from playing in the dirt. Unlike my son, whose outfits are usually some kind of solid dark easily washed pants plus a shirt that doesn't trail in the dirt like a dress does."
Anyway something something gender roles start getting shoved on kids from literal birth, but with a little time to think about things, YOU TOO can let your children of any gender absolutely destroy their clothes in the dirt pit they're digging in your garden