#and they’re just going thru the motions

[partynthem]

that was the exact same show i saw on tuesday…

[mars-ipan]

man. strangers you don’t know but have heard stories about are wild

[quietwingsinthesky]

oh other thoughts about spiderverse is that I know that Miles is autistic, I don’t have any proof of this, but I’m telling you, I can sense it.

[saeist]

my personal touya headcanons (yes i will make full on fics n drabbles with these in mind):

CHRONIC manspreader. literally takes up a whole love couch with the way he spreads his legs

can drive but gets motion sick easily so counting on him for a 2+ hour roadtrip? yeah pull over we’re switching seats

damaged hair from the constant dyeing but that won’t stop this baddie from dyeing it jet black every 2 weeks

only runs on 4 separate hours of sleep and snores like a truck. (u’ll need earplugs)

surprisingly tidy in regards to his room only because rei comes and checks their rooms and if its all messy they’ll get their asses whooped

doesn’t smoke cigarettes BUT has a box of disposables/juuls hidden in his sock drawer (GOD FORBIDS rei finds his stash)

^ in addition to that, contrary to popular belief his plug is unironically natsuo..

loves icy berry related related flavors too LMFAO

is supposed to be a junior in college on paper but since he keeps dropping and switching majors, he’s technically still a freshman

^ is currently taking chemical engineering (took business ad, computer science, finance, nursing (💀) and literally god knows what. his college majors that he dropped is between him, endeavor and god now)

since he’s competitive as fuck and is a perfectionist, took up multiple sports and extra curriculars growing up

prefers soggy cereal

drinks a lot but lightweight as fuck. after one bottle he’s out 💡 but that won’t stop him from drinking more!

knows how to braid girls hair thanks to fuyumi

cats warm up to him on the street cus he’s warm n shit

prettiest resting face but makes the ugliest faces known to man just for the sake of it (still pulls)

doesn’t approach girls, girls approach him

scares them away when he’s all like 😐🧍🏻

hooded eyelids + long eyelshes (both top and bottom)

genuinely starts tweaking when people say he got endeavor’s eyes solely bc hes a momma’s boy..

grew up being SPOILED rotten amongst his siblings so he doesn’t take no for an answer and will actually start stomping his feet

once he opens his mouth however.. everyone is gonna know he’s endeavors son fr 😓

keigo is his closest irl friend but tomura is who he considers as his best friend even if they’re only internet friends

has a basic pc set up and plays valorant fortnite and roblox religiously

shits on children especially shoto and his two friends

once babysat the three of them in exchange for concert tickets

did i mention he has an indie rock emo band he formed when he was in high school? yeah

bassist obviously but sometimes he plays drums

will scare rei out of her wits when he would just magically appear on their couch when he’s supposed to be at his university

his room is in the attic

dresses like hes going to an opium concert but rei makes him change before they leave to go to church so ultimately he dresses up like a cottagecore mf but with piercings and box dye jet black hair

almost broke natsuo’s hand when he first got his nose piercing

embodies the trope of “best friends older brother”

has a soft spot for grandmas and will help them cross the road each time

picks up shoto from school with his beat up hand me down car. literally one slam on the break away from breaking (endeavor gave it to him as his 18th birthday present)

sometimes ends up driving shoto’s friends home too if shoto insists (more like demands)

will also intentionally go through a drive-thru and the kids in the backseat are expecting him to ask them what they want but touya just gets whatever the fuck he was craving, pays and leaves

“we got food at home!” - touya to a enraged shoto

also sometimes touya is shoto’s chaperone or the “parent” that goes to those parent teacher meetings when its time for get shotos report card and will deliberately say shoto has failing grades when shoto is part of the honor roll just to again, fuck with him

shamelessly flirts with the girls natsuo brings home just to fuck with him (he gets sucker punched later that night bc at the end of the day, natsuo is bigger than that man 😭)

when all the todosibs are fighting, nobody listens to him even if he’s the eldest. they all end up ganging up on him (fuyumi doesn’t stop shit, in fact she instigates further. she don’t play)

says he hates winter and likes summer more but whenever its summer time if he could he would live inside the freezer

hates the feeling of sweating 😮‍💨

sometimes goes on days without showering only popping a lil deodorant here and there so rei forces him to shower whenever he just so happened to pass by her

cooks decent meals but shoto hates it and intentionally makes gagging noises whenever he finds out touya was in charge of cooking that night

hates doing the dishes and fools shoto into doing it for him

when he goes on dates, he steals endeavors credit card and just pays for everything. will probably even take you to nobu just to do so

attempts to blame natsuo when endeavor caught on since his card decline at the supermarket but unfortunately touya cannot lie to save his own life even if he tried

OH! talks MAD game in bed but has never touched a woman in his life.. painfully a virgin. u have to teach this man PLEASEE 🙏

likes yeat and carti

basically teenager borderline adult core

[xshimaeraxx]

okay ik that the fandom LOVES making logan the one who’s the cat-like mutant in the relationship and i LOVE that and it is so canon but like

hear me out here! catboy!! wade!!

a wade who was a mutant long before francis got his grubby little hands in him, wade who was a mutant but it wasnt crazy regenerative abilities or an inability to stay dead/immortality or super-human strength, but a wade who was (still is) a mutant who had the abilities of a fuckin’ cat

a wade who has semi-night vision, not entirely but good enough to help out on jobs; a wade who has lil pinprick pupils like a cat’s and who hisses damn near 24/7 on bad pain days (bc chronic pain-having wade has my entire heart and i will go to the grave w this hc alr); a wade who purrs when happy or in the middle of slicing someone’s head off during a job; a wade who has a cat’s heightened senses- hearing, sight, taste, smell, all of that; a wade who has a cat’s un-fuckin’-canny ability to jump from heights that would’ve killed a human and have at most a small, gone-in-a-day bruise; a wade who has tufts of kitty-cat fur on his elbows and on + behind his knees

and then francis comes along, and the torture happens, and he loses his looks, and then the fur grows back bc fuck but he’d thought he’d lost his og mutation when francis torture mcgee had triggered this new one, had lost the one thing that ness might still recognise him for,,,

and then the start of d&w happens, and during the birthday scene wade’s purring, happy, quietly (so quietly no one hears it half the time, and when they do they assume it’s the faulty heating of wade & al’s shitass apartment, but ness looks at him with a pleased, proud little smile when the sound starts back up after the others’ initial investigation for the source of the sound proves fruitless and it, he gets louder, purely for the way ness’s smile gets wider, prouder in a way that is purely, unabashedly so ness wade wants to go other and kiss her, right then n there) yes but he’s still purring like he hasn’t since pre-cancer-diagnosis him & ness (and also bc francis’s little angel-killer had found the sound annoying as all hell [bc wade also purrs to self-soothe bc I Say So)and so he’d rarely done so since, half out of new-born habit, half out of some primal, hard-learned fear he still hasn’t managed to completely shake, even years later)

and then the honda odyssey scene happens, and wade’s purring, purring, purring, loud and proud and rumbling and happy and he’s also hissing playfully at logan- a motion logan doesn’t notice due to how distracted he is putting his claws thru wade’s left thigh and christ, kittycat, how long’s it been since you had a good hookup for you to be THIS tense?- and logan only notices after wade’s pinned him and his minorly blood-soaked grin freezes; doesn’t drop, but freezes.

wade’s purr stutters a tad, doesn’t stop. he asks, licking the blood off of his cheek underneath his mask and for some reason logan’s sharp eyes follow what he can see of the movement underneath wade’s mask: what’s wrong, peanut, cat got your tongue?

are you- are you fuckin’ purring? asks logan, and the sound abruptly stops, and then deadpool’s stabbing him through the gut with not one word and then they’re fighting again, and while logan notes the moment to think about later, wade also doesn’t say another word other then excited/frustrated grunts and little “haha!”s for the next half hour, and for some reason that about takes up the majority of logan’s attention until he finally, finally, punches wade’s already-broken nose literally not even a millisecond after he’s broken it hard enough that it actually takes a few seconds for wade’s healing to kick in, and for some reason he feels strangely relived when wade lets out a muffled-by-blood ugh! foulplay, wolvie, foulpla-

logan interrupts him via stabbing wade and a like you don’t play just as foul as i do, bub, and wade stabs back in response with some quippy comment or another, and by then the fight’s back on, deadpool-typical quips and all.

like. when i say catboy wade, here, do you see my vision. do you see what i’m imagining. dO YOU SEE IT I SAY

[lialox]

@yinorii

Hmm, orange and yellow you say? 😀 *flipping thru my Doksoo memories and seeing if I can find anything in those colours*

Prompt: Warm tones but make it "doksoo inspo"

When KDJ and HSY left to go find hidden pieces, they were out on their own for DAYS. Just the two of them. Camp fires. Blasts of fire magic from the enemies they were facing. They were both having a LOT of fun, it was literally a date. KDJ went the extra mile to take his girl out on a sports car, like come on.

Post-epilogue, HSY working late as a teacher. It’s sunset and KDJ is waiting to pick her up.

ORV, before the final scenario, HSY mentions she talked with KDJ late into the night about “matters of the past”. I’m thinking, in the small space they could find to rest in between the scenarios, the sun is rising, the world is slowly being painted the colours of morning, and they haven’t grown tired of the conversation. Their voices are a little raw from use, but there’s this feeling in their gut that they’ll never talk for this long ever again.

It’s late. The lights are dimmed low and warm in her study. HSY is in front of her laptop, and she’s leaning back to where KDJ is standing behind her chair. They’re bickering over her latest plot development. The back of her head is brushing against his chest as she looks up at him in argument as KDJ leans forward to motion towards her screen. (In my brain I imagined KDJ to be fresh out of the shower)

Kaizenix. It’s been 40 years since she last saw KDJ. Life without him isn’t worth living, so she kills every memory where he isn’t there with her. She is writing by hand, by lamplight, on a guidebook to his survival. Her chosen ending is their marriage.

"this story is for that one reader" >> but a lot of sunlight filtering in through the hospital room, pages in a flurry as she dives into his arms.

[gojo-mochi]

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Rosinante / Slight Reader x Doflamingo

Context: Reader is a part of the Donquixote Pirates and has been having a fling with Corazon behind the scenes now for a while. Set in a random high class hotel/building that Doffy owns or something like that. Reader Call Rosinante by “Corazon” in front of others then Rosinante when they’re alone. Rosinante ‘speaks’ thru a notepad.

CW: Sub!Corazon. P/V, Oral Male and Fem recieving, sort of dom!reader, Reader wears make up, Riding, slight voyeurism, sort of mean!reader? crying, unprotected sex…

A/N: WOW a one piece fic on my blog?!? Also forgot/too lazy to search up who was in the crew back when Corazon was in it so…Sorry if the other crew members are OOC they are based off of what I can remember in the anime and my own headcaons. Trying to write more Dom!Reader even tho I’m a huge sub hope its okI!  Reblogs and Comments super appreciated!

You were in the bathroom applying another coat of lip-gloss on while running late for the meeting. It's not like Doflamingo cared much, to be fair, as he was usually the last one to get to the meeting, making a dramatic entrance by kicking the doors open every time. You smacked your lips together with a ‘pop’ once you were done and checked yourself out in the mirror. A very tiny cropped top that barely covers the chest and shows off the bottom of your lacey bra if you lifted your arms up a bit paired with an equally tiny pair of shorts that stuck to your ass like a second skin, plus you were rocking the 5 inch heel that you loved so much. Of course, it didn’t really matter when you were standing next to a giant like Rosinante or Doflamingo, but you still enjoyed the feeling it gave. You smiled and winked at your image in the mirror. Strutting out of the bathroom and making your way to the meeting room, you find the other members lounging around the room. Trebol and Senor Pink were talking to each other in the corner; well, Trebol was the only one who kept talking, and Senor Pink just stood there with a stoic expression like usually. He gave you a small wave when you entered the room, to which you gave a nod in return.

Diamante was standing next to Rosinante, and the both of them gave you quite the wide-eyed look as you saunter towards them. Diamante was more open and unashamed with his staring than Rosinante was. Diamante looked at you up and down with a smirk; "Going somewhere after this Y/N? Perhaps a special mission?" he said with a snicker. You roll your eyes at his tone, turning your attention to Corazon instead and fluttering your eyes at him. "Hey Corazon~ Did you receive the report I sent yesterday?" You swayed your hip lightly as you spoke, and Rosinante’s eyes followed the turns for a sec before blinking, looking away, and giving you a stiff nod. "I wouldn’t be surprised if he accidentally burned it or dropped it somewhere." Diamante barked out a laugh at the end.

You cross your arms in front of your chest, puffing up a bit to look up at Diamante with a small glare. "Stop bullying him, Diamante; he’s a part of our family too." Diamante bent forward to meet with you, nose to nose, with a smirk. "He’s like the black sheep of the family, stupid and useless; it's hard to believe that he’s even related to Doflamingo, to be honest." He snarled, bumping into you. Rosinante stood up from his seat and got in between you two. Diamante straightened his back out to his full height and snickered at Rosinante: "What is the baby brother finally going to step up for now?" He mocked, moving his hands to his face to make mock eyeing motions. Rosinante let out a growl from the back of his throat and balled up his fists. It would be a lie if you said that you weren’t feeling your pussy flutter from his actions.

Blam!

The meeting room’s door flew open, and the hinge creaked miserably, barely holding on for dear life. Doflamingo, in all his glory, leg hair and all, strolls into the room with an everlasting smirk plastered on his face. His eyebrow raised high above his sunglasses as he looked over at you first, then at Rosinante and Diamante, who were still in a death stare contest with each other. "Is there a problem here?" Doflamingo spoke with a chippy tone, the smile not leaving his face, but you could hear the underlying threat in the tone. Diamante was the first one to lean back with a shrug and say, "No problems here, ain’t that right, Corazon~?" He mocked the last part, blowing a kiss to Rosinante, who was still standing in front of you. Rosinante huffed and looked away, giving his brother a nod and turning his attention back to you. Tapping you on the shoulder to check if you’re okay.

You smiled at him, grabbing his hand and squeezing it with a soft purr. "Thank you, Corazon, my sweet knight~" you whispered softly so only he could hear you. Rosinante’s face blush a deep cherry red, but before you could tease him any further, Doflamingo clapped his hands together loudly to gather everyone’s attention. "Good! No problems, then! Let’s get this meeting started!" Everyone in the room focused their attention on Doflamingo now, gathering to their respected seats. Rosinante held out your own chair for you before he sat down in his. Senor Pink was the first to start off his reports with some input from Trebol. The meeting went around like that, with everyone giving out their reports and any news. It was quite boring, so to pass the time, you started to play footies with Rosinante next to you.

Slowly toeing the side of his long legs, starting from his calves and nudging them aside so you could travel up to the inside of his thighs. Rosinante clenched and unclenched his fists on his lap, his eyes flickering over to you and to Trebol, who kept droning about some town that owned them taxes or something like that. You can see him chew on the inside of his cheek to stop sounds from escaping his pretty lips. Trebol finally finished his story, and now it was Rosinante's turn. You crept your foot up more and more, pretending to turn your body towards Rosinante so you could listen better, but it was so you could have more access to his body. Sliding up all the way so you could press lightly on the bulge in his pants with the edge of your heel. Rosinante pulled out his files and notepad with shaky hands.

Diamante sneered at him, mouthing Pathetic," while the others just watched on with various levels of confusion. Doflamingo started tapping his finger on the table as a sign for Rosinante to hurry up. Rosinante sucks in a shaky breath when you put a bit of pressure on his bulge, spreading out both his papers on the table and his legs underneath. You held back a snicker, as you knew this was a sign that Rosinante was liking your actions a bit too much. Rosinante began his presentation by showing off his reports, which there were very few of, and writing stuff down on his notepad to explain some points. Diamante let out a huge fake yawn, causing you to send him a small glare. Rosinante shuffled around a bit before closing his hand into a fist to signal that he was done. Doflamingo seemed to stare at him for a while, leaning on his hand with his elbow on the table. The silence was suffocating; you even stopped moving your foot around when Doflamingo set his intense gaze on you.

The corner of his lips turned into a sharky grin for only a second, like it was only meant for you to see. You tried to suppress the chill that crept up your spine, not sure what he meant by that or if you were even seeing things right. Doflamingo stood up from his chair, knocking it over with a flair, arms stretched out with a wide grin on his face. "Well, I think that all of this meeting! We’ll be staying in this villa for a little while longer, perhaps a week or so, depending on how fast the mayor of this town folds." He laughed at the end; Trebol and Diamante laughed along with him, while you sneakily slid closer to Rosinante’s side after sliding your foot down from his body. You lean over to his tall stature, your hand replacing the spot your foot was previously on before giving a harsh squeeze. Purring out softly, "Go wait for me in the third floor’s common room..." you stood up after that, stating that you were going to take a nap, waving back at Senor Pink and ignoring any comment Trebol had for you.

When you were walking past Doflamingo, though, his hand gently landed itself on top of your head, petting your hair, then gliding back to the small of your back. The touch made you both shiver from the cold touch and heat up with a soft blush. You unconsciously rubbed your thighs together when his thumb started rubbing small circles on your bare skin. He bent halfway over to speak over the shell of your ear. His large body blocked your view from the rest of the members. "Have a good rest, dear y/n~" he hummed, lips barely touching your ear, the vibrations making you choke on a moan and bit your lips to stop anymore from coming out. He lazily stood back up and slapped your back with a light touch before walking off to talk with Diamante and Trebol.

You adjusted your shirt, your palms flattening themselves on your chest to try to calm your racing heartbeat. You felt the heated stares of your fellow members behind you; you knew one of them belonged to Rosinante, but you didn’t turn around to find out who the others belonged to. Walking to the doors that creaked loudly when you pulled on them, one of the hinges fell off as you hurried past, feeling embarrassed by what happened. Once you were a far distance away from the meeting room, you gathered yourself back up, checking your makeup in a compact mirror, and pretending that the wet spot in your panties wasn’t there because of stupid Doflamingo and his stupid cold hands and dumb deep voice. You shake your head, hoping to ignore the creeping thoughts that linger in the back of your mind about your boss. You're starting your trek back to your room to grab some items for your fun time with Rosinante later. ‘With Rosinante and not Doflamingo!’ you thought to yourself, unsure of how you exactly felt about that statement.

You grabbed some condoms out of your room and decided to stay there for a while, knowing that Rosinante would immediately go up to the third floor like you asked, You wanted to tease him for a bit and make him wait in anticipation. You imagined he was sweating up there, looking around, and waiting nervously for you to come through the door. His pants still tight from what happened during the meeting. Oh, how you loved to make his pretty cock weep for you. You looked at the time, about 20 minutes had passed since you entered your room. You could honestly make him wait for an hour or so; Rosinante was patient like that for you. But you were getting impatient yourself, so you took one last twirl in the mirror, pushing up your chest and lowering down your shorts so that your panties peeked through the top, and made your way to Rosinante.

Your heels clack loudly on the empty floor, and you still look around to see if anyone is hiding somewhere somehow. You usually enjoyed the thrill of getting caught, but you would rather not get caught by any of the other Donquixote pirates, mostly because they would be super annoying about it. You were sure that some of the older members had an inkling about what was going on, but things left unsaid should be left untouched after all. You arrived at the door of your somewhat secret rendezvous with Rosinante. You took a deep breath and opened the door slowly, calming down your previous nerves so you could eye up Rosinante like the prey he was. You smirked when you saw the state he was in; besides the obvious way his pants were down to his thigh and the nice wet spot his boxers were sporting, you could tell that Rosinante was touching himself while he was waiting for you.

With the way his hands were shaking and the nervous sweat that shined on his forehead and neck. He grabbed his notepad to write something down, standing up to greet you: "You took a while; is everything ok?" You almost giggled at how worried he was, but he still had time to jack off. "I’m fine, dear… It seems like you weren’t too worried about me, though.." You poke at the wet spot, causing Rosinante to blush even deeper than he did before. He shook his hand even more as he tried to form a response on his notepad, but you stopped him, continuing to poke up to his chest and pushing him back down on the couch. Following with each step until you were straddling him. Your hands are going to unbutton his shirt straight away, and when his hands go to do the same to yours, you slap it away with a small ‘tsk’. "Naughty boys like you don’t get to touch me until you make up for it, alright?" He whined so sweetly that you almost caved and kissed him right then and there.

You shake your head at him instead, fully unbuttoning his shirt and trailing your finger down his chiseled chest, palming at the soft tuft of hair near his navel. Rosinante threw his head back with a soft groan, his hands grabbing at his notepad to write something down. "Please, please, I’m sorry, let me make it up." His handwriting was getting more scribbly as he showed you the notepad. You grab his bulge, squeezing it, making him whimper at the touch. "You’ll make it up to me? Hmm~? Eat my pussy like the good boy you are~? You tilted his chin up, so he was looking at you. He nodded rapidly at your question, his mouth opening and closing when you trailed your fingers over his cheeks and lips. You lean in to give him a kiss, lips molding with one another, your lip gloss and his lipstick smearing, fighting with each other over who can make the most mess. Your hand finds its way up to Rosinante’s hair, giving it a harsh tug as you pull away.

Rosinante let out a hiss at the sharp pain, but you soothed him by petting his head afterwards. Cooing at his already fucked out face and quivering lips. "Now, Now, you promised to make it up to me, so…" You stepped back from his lap to shimmy down your tight shorts and panties, Rosinante promptly scrambled down from the couch to help you pull your clothes off. You stop him from kissing your thighs; "Ah Ah.. you can’t leave any marks or else I will leave, got it?" While you loved it when he would leave all the kiss and bite marks on your body, you don’t want to deal with Diamante being annoying again if you happen to run into him afterwards. Rosinante's hands squeezed your thighs in protest, but with one look from you, he sadly nodded in agreement, softly lifting up your foot one by one to get rid of your clothes. His hands gripped the back of your thighs, parting them enough for his head to be buried in your pussy.

His tongue worked up and down your folds, catching all the sweet juice that came out. Your hands found their way to his hair and shoulder again, your nails digging in to keep yourself steady as you moan praises to him. "Th-that’s it, good boy, goo-good boy Rosinante, N-ahh, fu-fuck…a-nAH" You yelp when Rosinante starts to stand up with his face still slurping at your clit, his hands throwing your thighs over his shoulders, and keeping you secured by placing his hand on your ass and behind your thigh. "Oh fuck, Ros- Rosinante!" you screamed his name as his tongue worked its way inside your hole, his nose bumping against your clit. Your thighs clench around his head, but he didn’t seem to care or even know; he was just focusing on making your pussy tighten around nothing and your clit tremble from his licks.

He works his way all around your pussy, outlining the folds with the tip of his tongue. Mapping it out in his head, remembering each area that makes you twitch and shiver, before his tongue flicks up at your clit, rubbing circles around it before he would suck on it harshly. His red stained lips puckered around your clit like he was trying to suck you dry, and the loud slurping noises made you blush all the way to your ears. Then he would release just when your thighs started to squeeze him tight, going back to tongue-fucking your hole again. This repeats until you start to cry, make-up runs down your face, and you're clawing at his hair and shoulder.

"Ah-ngh! Mmahhh! Fu-fuck! I ne-need to cum, sweet-sweetheart please!"

Rosinante moaned when you called him by that nickname, mouth latching on to your clit again, tongue flattening itself on your small nub as he shakes his head back and forth, sucking at the same time. This motion made you cum so fast, you crossed your thighs on Rosinante’s head, almost making him fall down from the force but he held firm, slurping down all the nectar that your pussy had to offer him. Only letting go with a loud and lewd ‘pop’ once you tapped on his cheek thrice as a signal. You felt your legs turn to jelly as he set you down on the couch, his head still in between your thighs, looking up at you from his pretty lashes, waiting for your next command. You sigh heavily, trying to get your bearings so you won’t fold so easily.

Rosinante had that effect on you, he makes you want to tease and bully him, but once you get started and see those pretty expressions he makes, your self-control breaks down and you get right to fucking like rabbits. But tonight, you wanted to take it slow and make him work for it. Something inside you was stirring after that meeting, something that made you want to ruin him. You motioned for him to stand up with a finger; he was tall enough so that his cock was right in your face as you still sat on the couch. His cock was so pretty in your eyes, red and weeping at the tip, long and not too girthy, with a pretty vein right down the middle. You run the tip of your pedicured nail on the line of the vein, making him whimper so cutely, he looks around for his abandoned notepad, leaning down quick to grab it and write down his pleas; ‘Y/N please, please, please!" Each ‘please’ written down was messier than the last, his handwriting starting to deteriorate as he became undone.

You shush him with a jerk of your wrist at the base of his cock, causing him to choke on a moan. "You’re gonna let me suck this pretty dick of yours, and you’ll cum only when I say so, ok dear?" You start to slowly jerk him off after the last word, and Rosinante’s hand goes to hold your head, just weaving his fingers into your hand while his other hand was crumpling his poor notepad. You lick a strip up the vein, leaving glossy kiss marks on the way back down. "Answer me, sweetheart, you heard what I said, right?" You squeeze his cock in your hands, making his knees tremble. He lets go of your hair to write down his answer ‘YEs YES YES PLeaSE" The notepad was crumpled, and the handwriting was all over the place now. You giggled at the fucked out face Rosinante had when he showed you his notepad.

“Good boy… remember no cumming until I say so~”

You don’t give him time to answer as you take his whole length into your mouth, already knowing the best way to ease it into your throat as you had done so many times before. Hollowing your cheeks out and bobbing your head on his cock, letting the drool pool out, messy, just how Rosinante likes it. Your hand gathers up the spit, and you start to work your hands on the part your throat can’t reach or softly fondle his balls.

"Mm-ah-nngah-Fahh-Ahh" Schlorp Slurp Slurp "Mmm-fahhh-nnnnuuguhh-gahuhhhh-MmmmMAHH!"

Rosinante started to breathe quicker and quicker. You felt that he was close to cumming so you lolled off his cock, tongue out, and spit all over your chin, Your make-up was already ruined when he was eating out your pussy earlier, but even more now. You press kisses on his cock, licking at the tip to clean off any precum he has and rubbing your nail along his slit. Making him hiss, one hand going to cover his own mouth with the notepad, and one going to squeeze your shoulder. His legs barely kept him upright as he whined and whimpered from the loss of your warm throat on his needy cock. "Hmm?~ What is it, dear? Do you think you deserve to cum? Well~?" He shakes his head rapidly, you almost thought he was going to give himself whiplash. You twist your wrist, bringing his cock up and slapping it on your tongue. "Then tell me that you want it sweetheart~" You cooed.

He flips back his notepad to tear out a page with the words ‘yes’ and ‘please’ on them,  the notepad is now absolutely drenched in his drool, ink staining the crumpled page. He flimsily shakes the page, tears on the edge of his eyes as he tries desperately not to cum from your touch. Hips bucking up and down, twitching so much as his own body betrays him. You take pity on him, taking him back into your warm embrace, your hand going up to squeeze at his hip twice, signaling that it was finally ok for him to cum. It takes less than 5 seconds after your signal for his cream to start filling your mouth. You gulp down whatever you can before the rest starts to spill from the corner of your mouth, drizzling down on the cold marble floor.

Rosinante’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he lets out a deep groan; "Hahhhhh..nnngh Mmff.." He lets out coarse pants, his chest heaving up and down as he tries to catch his breath once again. You lick off any excess cream on your chin as best you can, giving up when you start to see that you were also wiping out some red lipstick stains on your hand. You grabbed Rosinante’s hands and switched places with him, pushing him back down on the couch with a grunt, and you went back to straddle his lap. Forgoing all previous thoughts of taking it slow and teasing him, seeing Rosinante all weary and panting, his face messy, lips parting, and sigh panting out like a dog in heat, made your pussy flutter like no other. You quickly find his still sensitive and twitching cock and align it with your hole, not prepping yourself as you wanted to feel the stretch, the burn, that his cock gives you.

And oh, did it stretch you out, no matter how many times you guys fucked before, the stretch always felt so good. Rosinante's arms went to wrap around you as soon as his tip made it way inside. He held you close, his head resting on your shoulder, as he whimpering out from the overstimulation from his cock being squeezed by your tight pussy. You scratch at his back to leverage yourself as you start to bottom out on his cock, the tip barely reaching your cervix. You take deep gulps of air to adjust yourself to the feeling, then you start to bounce on his lap, trying to angle your thrusts so it would hit in the right spots, but it was hard to do so from the way you were straddling him. "Ros- Rosinante, love, sweet-sweetheart-mmah! Hahh-Help me out, her-NgAH!" He bucks his hip up without warning, hitting that sweet spot on his first try, his arms holding onto you tighter as he moans more loudly in your ear.

“Hahh, nggh, Guh-ahuhhh, Mmm”

Your hands dig into his wide back, leaving red scratches and marks as you listen to his sweet sultry whimpers, with each thrust and grind your body gave each other, you grew more and more tight as you felt another orgasm coming on. Rosinante began sucking on your neck and shoulders, lipstick smearing all over again, leaving hickeys even though you said before he can’t leave marks, but you were too fucked to care. Tongue lolling out the side of your mouth when he starts to speed up his thrusts, knowing that he was also close to cumming again. He lets go one of his arm from his hold to go down and caress your clit, speeding up the process even more. “Fu-fuck-ahhh! You hiss out, the blinding white pleasure made you shut your eyes tight as your thighs and pussy clenched down tightly. Rosinante lets out a lengthy whine as he cums again, letting out what seems like even more cream than before right inside your pussy. He still fucks you until you were done riding out your high, arm around your waist so you were held body to body with him.

You lean back a bit to see his face, pressing your foreheads together as your breath mingle, panting over each other quietly. You tap him on the shoulder three times as to be let go, he held on to you for a minute, not wanting the warmth to leave just yet, but when you tapped again, he lets go sadly with a pout on his cute face. You kiss the pout away, as you get up, freeing his cock from your pussy and all the cream that he fucked inside with a shiver. You looked down at your clothes and saw the condoms that you were supposed to use, peeking out from your pockets. You sighed, knowing that you gave in too quickly once again, and got cleaned up and dressed as best you could with the wipes you brought from your room. When Rosinante tugged on your wrist as you were getting dressed, head tilting as to ask why you were already leaving. “Oh sweetie~, I don’t have that much time today, I have something to do later tonight so I can’t cuddle with you this time. I’m sorry, baby.” You gave him a peck on the forehead when he wouldn’t let go of you. “Next time though, ok?”

He nods sadly, watching you make you way towards the door, you left him some wipes to clean himself off but you didn’t stay to help, fearing that you were already running late to your next planned meeting. Your heels clacked loudly on the floor as you hopped your way to the elevator to go back to your room for a quick change. Your mind was so preoccupied that you didn’t noticed the large figure in front of you until you crashed into it. Steady hands came to grab at your waist and you hear a deep and familiar chuckle ring out. You gulp and look up at the person you just bumped into, to find your own reflection in the shades’ of Doflamingo himself.

“Had fun, Y/N?” He asked, his voice a low timber. You back up in a hurry only to find yourself still trapped in his hold. ‘I-I don’t know what you mean..” You meekly whisper out, like he would believe any of it.

He let out a deeper guttural laugh at that. “Really now? Did you think I didn’t know what little fling you have going on with my little brother, hmm?” Your cheeks burn a bright red, ‘How long has he known?!’ You silently thought to yourself as he leans in closer.

“Seems like he didn’t fuck you right, considering you’re still able to walk right now…”

He goes down to bite at your neck, you yelped at the sudden pain, hands pushing at his chest to stop him but he lets go and licks the wound with another chuckle. The sensation made you shudder in fear and pleasure.

“Why don’t you try being with a real man and see how it compares… hmm?”

[ladylooch]

Green Devil with Nico Hischier

A/N: I’m feeling a lil angsty Nico RN. Like I love fluff, but I wanted a little bit of sass from him. 

This is part of What My World Spins Around AU. Catch the rest on my masterlist here.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: Swearing, jealousy, lil angsty, hinting at smut cause it’s me.

Tonight, I’m living.

Someone bought my coffee in line at the drive thru this morning. Nico is home, and my best friend from high school, Connor, is in town for work. I’ve been dying for Nico and Connor to meet since we started dating, but the timing never seemed to work until Connor texted me last week that he had some time on his next trip. Once I saw Nico was in town, I jumped at the offer.

“I’m really excited for you to meet Connor!” I bubble to Nico as we walk down the sidewalk towards a trendy, Tapas bar.

“Me too.” Nico responds as he wraps an arm around my shoulder. I shiver, clutching his side to try and suck some of the warmth from his body. “Remember I need to leave by 9 though. If you want to stay later, that’s cool with me.” He grasps the handle of the door, opening it for me to walk in. He gives my ass a discreet slap as I go in front of him. I toss a suggestive look over my shoulder that he receives while biting his lip.

If I wasn’t so caught up in myself, I would have taken note of the immediate change in Nico when Connor and I rush to embrace each other. Connor wraps me in a tight hug that causes me to miss the irked expression on Nico’s face about how close his hands are to my ass.

“You look incredible.” Connor smiles widely, taking me in from head to toe. I pose for a second as a joke while he keeps his hands on my hips.

“Find a NHL captain and you too can be this happy.” I turn to Nico who has pasted a polite smile on his face that doesn’t quiet meet his eyes.  “Babe, this is Connor. Connor, Nico.”

“Hey man, nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Nico extends a hand. They shake firmly. Connor breaks first. 

“You too, man.” Connor juts his chin out in acknowledgment at Nico, then crosses his arms over his chest. “They’re just getting our table cleaned.”

“Oh, okay.” I nod. “So tell me all about Miami. I am dying to hear about your new condo.”

“Unreal views. You should come down next month. We can have a fun weekend together. Get wasted on expensive tequila like Cabo.”

“Oh my god, no.” I hide my face. 

“She legally cannot step foot in that resort again.” Connor says to Nico, snickering.

“Long story.” I shake my head, red tinging my cheeks. I’ve never told Nico about it because it’s still so cringy and embarrassing. Connor motions like he’s spewing vomiting. I slap his bicep to give him a warning. “Stop. Seriously.” 

Luckily, the host is ready to show us to our table. We spend the rest of the night chatting. Connor and I reminisce about our old high school friends we have lost touch with. We stalk their Facebook pages and Instagrams, laughing at how the more things change the more they stay the same in our hometown. Nico is quiet, but that’s normal with people he doesn’t know well. He seems to be content with fading into the background. At least I thought so.

“I think I’m going to head out.” Nico begins to put his jacket on as Connor and I look over the dessert drink menu. I turn to him, surprised. I check my Apple Watch, seeing it’s barely 8pm.

“Oh okay. Are you okay?” I ask, lowering my voice while I examining him for signs of distress. He seems fine. Maybe he’s just tired?

“Yep. Have a good night, baby.” He barely presses his lips to mine before he pulls away, leaving me with unsatisfied, puckered lips. He tells Connor it was great meeting him as he tosses a few hundred dollar bills on the table for the bill. When his body moves from beneath my fingers, I feel an uneasy chill from his absence. Something doesn’t feel right about this. Connor doesn’t notice and dives back into his persistence of me coming to visit him in Miami next month.

“Um…” I cut him off. “Sorry. I’ll be right back.” I say abruptly, grabbing my coat and purse before rushing to the front of the restaurant. The cold air blasts me, stealing my breath as I look to the left where Nico is about to turn into the parking lot.

“Nico.” I call after him, hustling to catch up with his long strides. “What is up with you?” I ask him breathlessly, reaching for his hand and pulling him to a stop. “And what was that kiss?” I wrinkle my nose in displeasure.

“I’m just tired. It’s been a long week.” His shoulders are rolled inwards as he talks to me, grimacing against the cold wind whipping down at us. I sigh, not liking the way he looks above my head.

“Neeks, you seem upset with me.”

“I’m not.” He shrugs, licking his lips and continuing to avoid eye contact. I cross my arms at his chilly attitude. A realization comes over me at the slight scowl on his face.

“Are you… jealous?” I ask with a small smile.

“No, just… have fun with your friend.” He scoffs, shoving his hands in his pockets. He looks away from me and down the street. I can see his jaw tense as he grits his teeth.

“Wow….” I trail off with a breezy laugh. I step closer, biting my bottom lip. “You look pretty green for red being your team’s color.” I set my hands on his hips, wrapping my arms around his back. I secure myself to him tightly, resting my chin on his chest so I’m looking up at his face. “Babe, look at me.” I soften my voice so he knows I’m done teasing. He licks his lips exasperatedly, then turns his sour, scrunched face to me. I raise my eyebrows, signaling I’m waiting.

“Fuck yeah I’m jealous.” He finally scoffs out. At least he wraps his hands around me, pushing me tighter to him.

“Why?” I can’t even begin to fathom why he feels that way. He’s the sweetest, handsomest, dreamiest man I have ever laid eyes on.  

“I feel like he knows you better than me. And I hate that.” I snort, leaning forward to press my forehead to his chest. Nico silently watches me when I pull back.

“Every one of those jokes and stories are from before you.” I pause, waiting for him to soften. When he doesn’t, I continue. “He knows nothing about me anymore. You’re my life now. Not high school football games and Applebee’s late night happy hour.”

“But Miami?” He rolls his eyes.

“I won’t go. It’s obviously bothering you, so it’s not worth it. You’re my priority.”

We stare at each other until Nico finally sighs, looking away at the busy street behind me. I get closer, onto my tip toes, then tenderly pressing my lips on his throat. People pass around us, the world continuing on as we hold each other. I work my mouth up to the nook of his shoulder and neck. I open my mouth a little more, sucking his skin into my mouth. His shoulders relax, head meeting mine as his hands grip my back tighter. I pull away just before I mark him, pressing my nose to the wet spot. I run my hand across his shoulder to the back of his neck and cradle his head. A heavy exhale from him ends our hug.

“Okay.”

“Will you come back with me?” 

“No, but you should stay. For real. Spend time with him… then come home to me.” His eyes darken with hunger as he brushes my hair behind my ear, holding my cheek. I watch as he closes his eyes, then leans down to capture our lips together. This is the kiss I needed from him earlier. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, running his tongue along the plumped skin. I’m intoxicated when we pull apart. I stare at the lapels of his jacket.

“Maybe… I wanna come home now.” He smirks at me as I pull my phone out and text Connor a quick lie. “I’m suddenly soooo sick.” Nico leans his head back to laugh towards the sky.

“Let’s go needy girl.”

[jacquesthepigeon]

There is also something bout how at some point marinette's obsession with adrien gets so tiring, the actual fictional character thinks shes just going thru the motions. No friendship not even interest like. I hate the concept of boarding schools but mari should be in one is my conclusion of this. Anywhere BUT paris.

There needs to be an intensive detox program for teenagers that think they’re living the groundbreaking romance of the millennium 🤪

[b1adie]

Sorry for asking if you’re already answered before, but how do you make gifs? I’m rather surface level curious about it, but I’m really not sure where you even start.

If you could include some details about your creative process with gif making I would love that too!! I’m always curious why and how people choose what moments to focus on, and specifically in action-y gifs how and why different motions’ timing adds emphasis to the motion.

Thank you!!

i downloaded the video from youtube with whatever youtube to mp4 site works at the time, throw it in capcut (app) and sometimes put a little filter or adjust speeds here and there, then save it to my phone and pick 2-4 second portions of it to save as separate clips. then i put the clips thru ezgif (site) and then i put the gifs here.

and umm… hmmm. i like high contrast and bright colors so i always try to up the contrast and vibrance a bit, but i dont like when my gifs look TOO noticeably different from the source. i just want a little enhancement, not a full filter. the no-makeup-makeup look for gifs.

it depends on what kind of video i’m going to be making gifs of, but i guess i mainly go towards like… visually pretty moments…? i like to try and keep everything in one set to have a similar color scheme. i’d say i go for the most visually striking or narratively important parts… and with hsr trailer gifs specifically, i try to keep them focused on the character they’re about, not so much what enemies they fight or other characters that appear in the trailer with them.

OH i also prefer to gif moments that dont include talking, cuz just a gif of a character with their mouth moving isn’t too interesting to me. and i like to get a lot of scenery or close-ups

sometimes i slow down a part i like a lot, like when the wings opened up behind robin in her trailer

this gif. i slowed that part a lot cuz i think its pretty and wanted it visible longer

i mostly do stuff based on personal preference… i started making gifs cuz it’d bug me if no one did a certain scene i’d liked in a show or something, or the only gifs of it were really grainy and heavily filtered. it’s always been to capture what i like best… and i like bright colors ^_^

OH YEAH and i prioritize frame rate over general quality. idgaf if it winds up with like 5 pixels i want that thing SMOOTH

[ladybeug]

was scrolling thru your art tag enjoying your comics when i suddenly discovered you were the one that wrote strangers in the bright lights. having gotten into miraculous only very recently, was tickled to experience a very small identity shenanigan of my own

incredible fic btw; i love it soooooo much. brilliant, hilarious, sweet, poignant. out of curiosity have you read much postww1 modernist stuff? i adored the usage of free indirect discourse for the narration, drunken and in motion and alive, almost reminded me of virginia woolf in a weird way lol. sorry if this is weird

Hello!! I'm about to get long-winded and self indulgent in this reply, fair warning :)

here goes:

Wow!! I don’t know how you found strangers in the bright lights if you got into ladybug in any time frame that can be described as “very recently”, I wrote that in 2018 when I was digesting some personal stuff and in a fantastic ladybug renaissance (of which I have now had several, I think I’ll die in this fandom).

But I’m so glad you somehow did. I only write every couple of years when I get really specific ideas, and the time I spend on it turns into memories of who I was when I wrote it. I feel like that must happen to actual writers too, ones who write often, but I haven’t written “often” since like 2009 and have never asked, so there you go.

But I guess that’s all to say that I am very attached to that story and it’s also one of the only things I’ve written that still feels like it hit the chord I was aiming for. It is so cool that anyone still reads it!!

To actually answer your question: I have never read virginia woolf, and the only modernist stuff I've read was years ago for school classes. I have to admit none of the style was inspired by classics, but instead inspired by the weird disassociation of trying to be alone in a crowd.

I have a final self-indulgent thought, it is a fun fact I realized as I was going down memory lane about this:

I associate ‘strangers in the bright lights’ with a friendship I made that stands out as one of the luckiest and rarest friendships I’ve made – I went to a mountain goats concert alone, and stood up at the front early, and met someone else who had gone to the same mountain goats concert alone and had stood up at the front early. It was one of the fastest and most comfortable connections I’ve made, and we liked each other so much we stayed in touch, even after they moved away. We are still in touch every so often, and as far as I’m concerned in a few years they’re going to publish the best fantasy novel you’ve ever read, so watch out for that.

The fanfiction is in part inspired by that beautiful feeling of meeting someone new that you want to talk to, and they want to talk to you, and a drink or two has propped up your self esteem and you don’t have to worry about who you are tomorrow, just who you are right now. It’s escapism. You feel important, and carried by that feeling, for as long as you are there. Lonely who? Not me. Trapped by past versions of myself, who? Not me.

Anyways the fun fact is - I found out this morning that concert was a year AFTER I posted this fanfiction. I didn't know about that moment of my life as I was writing this. The two are so connected in my mind that this is genuinely surprising, but the concert was in September 2019 and I published the fanfic a year beforehand.

In the words of mr. mountain goat himself: we held on to hope of better days coming, and when we did we were right!

[alienaiver]

Heavy is the Heart that Grieves

Aizawa Shouta x gn!reader (with a hint of past shirakumo oboro x reader)

warnings: character death and the exploration of grief, minor mention of suicidal thoughts, hurt and angst wordcount: 2.3k content: major angst, hurt/comfort, sfw, canon compliant, genderneutral reader, poc!friendly reader, season 5 spoilers, bittersweet ending, oboro’s 30th birthday but he’s still canonly passed away, reader was in love with shirakumo when they were young but ended with aizawa and he’s comforting them on this day, ready to be there for reader as they grief over the loss of their best friend, lots of ugly crying and snot, aizawa’s going thru it too, not beta’d or proofwritten (also as a minor warning, im not saying what aizawa's doing is healthy either!)

notes: my own best friend was supposed to turn 30 last week and tHAT was a big blow for me. i had a lot to process and would’ve liked an aizawa to hug me through it so i wrote this to comfort myself. everyone grieves differently tho and i am probably my only target audience on this. stay safe everyone and heed the warnings<3 'right here' by ashes remain is what mostly motivated my aizawa if ur into music and lyrics!!

22.54

You’re snuggled up close to Aizawa who’s massaging your scalp as your favorite TV show is running on the television. It’s a typical Thursday evening and usually you both would have work in the morning but together with Yamada you’ve all three taken the day off tomorrow. It stings in Aizawa’s chest if he thinks too hard about tomorrow, so he tries not to. You laugh at a joke being made and he lets air out through his nose. You reach for the chocolate on the table in front of you and Aizawa’s heart squeezes as you offer him a piece before you take one for yourself. You’re good at that, putting others before yourself. He declines with a kiss and a thank you to your forehead and you shrug, “more for me, then.”

You’re trying to be stealth but it’s not lost on Aizawa how often you check the clock and the shaky sighs you release each time the handle has traveled further and further, closer and closer to the date and also farther and farther from the day you last saw him. It’s scary to count down like this and as he’s done all day - if not all week actually - Aizawa pushes it away, deep down inside him where he doesn’t have to think too hard about it.

Because just like Shirakumo, he’s good at putting others before himself as well, even if he doesn’t believe he can even compare to a boy like him.

 23.39

Your feet fidgets under the shared blanket and the laughs you’ve let out during the funny bits of the episodes has worryingly diminished. They’re now as bland and performative as Aizawa’s small snorts to indicate he enjoyed the joke. Aizawa’s massaging of your scalp and nape has increased in pressure, exuding his own tension through the motions. There’s no more chocolate and while none of you even wanted anything to begin with, it’s served as a good fidget and distraction through the excruciating long hours you’ve been pacing through like a marathon this evening. You know Yamada is on shift at his radio station and Aizawa sucks in his teeth when he realizes neither of you can call him at midnight.

“Should I turn on the radio?” he asks as the outro begins for the fifth episode and you nod as you push yourself closer to him, finding comfort in the closeness. He reaches over you for the television remote as you reach for the remote for the radio. You can’t believe it’s 2022 and Aizawa Shouta still owns a radio and CD-player. In the back of your mind you know it’s so he can hear Yamada in the most authentic state with a quality of sound he just can’t get on his outdated Samsung phone but the thought is still so ridiculous that it brings a smile to your face despite the time and rapidly approaching date.

 00.00

A song ends on the radio at precisely midnight and you know it’s Yamada’s own planning and doing. There’re a few beats of quiet before you hear Yamada inhale and Aizawa feels his heart shatter in a million fragments as his best friend opens his mouth. Aizawa knows it’s only you and him that’ll be able to detect the wobbliness of his voice in his next words,

“Today has just become May 5th and that marks a very special day,” Yamada laughs and continues, “today my best friend’s turning 30. So I’d like to celebrate and play his favorite song. Dear Generation Alpha listeners, you might not recognize this song but I promise it was big when I was young!”

As the volume of the song slowly rises, you hear Yamada mutter out a “God I sounded old,” too close to the mic and you both snort of laughs. Aizawa hears the first tell-tale of your emotions as you sniffle in too. The vocals in Hoobastank’s The Reason makes you squeeze Aizawa’s arm and he reacts by squeezing you closer to him and kiss the top of your head.

You’ve never been sure why this was Shirakumo’s favorite song. You’d often asked and he’d made a joke about the beat and the speed in which he creates clouds fits, but the lyrics are so unfit for him and has always felt so. Aizawa feels the warm wetness of your tears as they glide down his forearm. He steels himself and evens out his breathing.

“Do you remember back when he accidentally stole that chocolate milk because he was distracted by the teller and none of them noticed?” Aizawa chuckles and heaves a breath in to add, “yeah, she was madder about the fact that he came back to pay because she thought if she’d missed it, he could’ve just kept it.”

A shaky laugh leaves you as you continue the story after Aizawa, “yeah, she saw me waiting for him outside and insisted he got one for free so we could have one each.”

Aizawa knows the stories you’re gonna be re-telling. You tell them every year, twice. For his birthday and for the date of his death. The heaviness you’ve all three felt on his birthday hasn’t been as immense in many years but a milestone like 30 had punched all of you in the gut when you’d counted and realized.

You sniffle again and you try to conceal a sob behind a laugh, “or that time he changed clothes in the classroom.”

That one actually succeeds in making Aizawa laugh because as annoying as the situation had been back then, it’d morphed into a sort of happy, core memory of his friend after he’d gotten older.

You exchange a few more stories of his chaotic but always good-natured way of interacting with the world, of the laughs and his never-ending attempts at brightening up anyone’s day. After another one of how he had been one of the people hyping up Yamada’s hero-persona haircut, you’d turned around in his grasp and hidden your face in his chest before full-blown sobs had left you.

Aizawa is biting the underside of his lips as you let out heart-wrenching sobs, the ones that makes his stomach ache. He coos at you and kisses the top of your head while his hand is drawing comforting circles over your back.

“I miss him,” you choke out before you hiccup and Aizawa nods, “me too.”

“He should’ve been here, Shou, he should’ve." you cry out and Aizawa can’t hold back his own shaking, “I know.”

“But he’s not here. He’s not anywhere.”

 Aizawa’s often felt out of place compared to his fellow humans around him, felt like he was one link off in emotional range and rationality. One thing he’s completely in tune with other people in is grief. Grief has struck him as natural as unnatural as it is. The need to talk about the days where his friend was alive, to go to his graveside and have conversations, the keeping of plants he knew Shirakumo liked. All of those things have made perfect sense to his process as much as they weren’t logical to his rational mind at all. He feels at ease when you make his favorite dish that you’ve perfected for the sake of his birthday or the days where you stop by U.A with a can of Shirakumo’s favorite soda for you, Yamada, and him to enjoy.

But he doesn’t like when other people are grieving. He’s unsure as to what helps and he feels inadequate. But he supposes he can’t do too much wrong, seeing you still decide to spend every terrible death anniversary and birthday with him, comforted by his stunted emotional availability.

You try to breathe in through your nose but it’s effectively blocked by all the snot your body’s producing from such a heavy cry. Aizawa hushes you with a kiss to reassure you he’s not going away before he pulls away to reach for the tissues strategically placed behind the couch, in his reach.

You sit up and take one from his hand before you blow your nose. Aizawa tells you good job, merely to make you smile and he succeeds. You throw the used tissues towards the coffee table and none of you says anything as you miss.

“He was supposed to be here. We were supposed to go to his Mom’s. I was supposed to be making the food with her,” you’re crying again, fidgeting with your hands. Aizawa’s unsure whether or not he should stay down in case you want to cuddle again for comfort or if he should mirror you and sit up with you.

“I was supposed to find him a grand present. One that would blow his mind completely. Maybe we’d even find one together and surprise him with something. I don’t know, a fucking car or something."

Aizawa snorts and you scoff out a rather pathetic excuse of a laugh at your own joke before you grab onto Aizawa’s shirt. “Probably not a car… you and Yamada would need equally as big presents and I’d be too broke for that.”

Aizawa decides to sit up with you, if the pull on the stomach of his shirt is any indication from you of what you might want. He grabs onto your hands and squeezes. “He’d probably ask for something small, like a new couch cover or something. Or a CD even though no one collects them anymore.”

Aizawa nods and agrees, “or socks. He always wore those socks with holes.”

You throw your head back and laugh truthfully, “that’s right, I’d totally forgotten. God they were so disgusting.”

You lean forward so you’re in Aizawa’s space again and he wraps his arms you, inhaling your scent he’s gotten so accustomed to and which brings him great comfort. He doesn’t have the heart to react too emotionally – if he does, he’s not sure he’d be able to contain the information about Kurogiri that he himself obtained not even a year ago. Him and Yamada had chosen to keep quiet about it to any of Shirakumo’s relatives and loved ones and as much as it pained him to keep it from you as well, the hole Shirakumo’d left in your chest still had a long way to go for healing. He’s confirmed in those thoughts when you start sobbing uncontrollably again, muttering out a muffled, “it should’ve been me.”

Aizawa tightens his grip almost aggressively and firmly denies that. You shake your head, “but he had so much to offer. He was so bright, Shou. He should’ve been here.” The last part is yelled out and while Aizawa’s logical mind has half a mind to mentally apologize to your neighbors, his emotional mind is screaming out in agony at your words. He knows you’re not saying them to hurt him or with any malice, but they sting, nonetheless.

He starts rocking you back and forth in his arms, cooing and kissing you as he desperately fights back tears. A few gets loose and down onto you.

 02.05

You’re starting to calm down and Aizawa has succeeded in moving you to the bed. You’re cuddled up to him as you croak out a weak, “I miss him”, hiccupping as you go. Aizawa just replies with a “me too” every time, desperate to wrap up some of your pain and take it from you. He thought you were asleep 12 minutes ago but another thought of Shirakumo had made you sob out again. You’d leant up to kiss Aizawa then, which had triggered the response.

Shirakumo was very much and very obviously in love with you – and you’d been just as painfully in love with him. None of you had ever acted on your emotions but it’d been clear from the first day you met that you’d somehow end up in a Happily-Ever-After kind of situation. Shirakumo had often whispered to Aizawa and Yamada about confessing when his hero career was secure and he’d have something worthwhile to offer you while they’d both tried to encourage him to confess while they were in high school.

But it should never come to pass. The very same week that Shirakumo left the earth he’d started mumbling about confessing after his work studies. Yamada had hyped him up and Aizawa knew that you were going with similar thoughts.

Aizawa clears his throat to stop a sob from escaping and gently, your fingers trace his cheek, cooing back at him as he did to you. With a hoarse voice you’d let out, “it’s going to be okay, Shou. We have each other.”

He nods and this time he’s the one to hide his face in your neck. You coo and let your fingers run through his hair with meaningful whispers returned to him. He calms down faster than you did and kisses you. You kiss him back, “tomorrow we’ll go to the grave before we visit his Mom, right?” you confirm and Aizawa nods while he lets you move stray hairs behind his ear, “good. I’m glad we’re all going this year. She’ll be happy to see you and 'Zashi too.”

He knows she will. She often chastises them both for not coming around as often as you do and makes lots of leftover food they can take home in nicely wrapped Tupperware so they have proper food for their demanding jobs.

You cuddle close to Aizawa and knows you’ve exhausted yourself enough to fall asleep. You seem calm and collected but he knows your body is mostly just tired.

One last time he kisses the top of your head before he mumbles out a goodnight. Tomorrow might not be brighter than today and the loss may feel even greater than it has in years, but so long as he has your hand to hold, he can face tomorrow and support you in his friend's stead.

[crankpit]

ok highlights from heartstopper s2 because i need to rant

- literally all taoelle scenes ESP PROM!!!!! them dancing together!! they’re so perfect

- “and how did you know that this is my favorite chocolate bar?” GOD

- darcy asking tara if she’d still like her if she was a worm

- tao’s coursework 😭

- the moment nick finishes his last exam and they all run out the room laughing. a beautiful love letter to adolescence.

- the soundtrack!!!!!!! literally all the songs

- “i bet you’ve all been laughing at me behind my back because i’ve been so oblivious” 😭

- darcy vs. the invisible fish

- mon amour

- all the exact quotes from the comics esp the bit with darcy calling tara “jonesy”

- TAO. just in general. he’s so perfect.

- literally everyone’s reaction to nick speaking french

- elle’s outfits???!!!!!!!??? also elle’s smile

- tara’s folklore poster. yes.

- tao giving elle apple juice and running away (twice)

- embarrassed and awkward nick seeing the hickey. “i don’t even know how to do that” MY ANGEL!!!! “oh my god, wtht—is that—? did i do that?” BRO YES

- “i’m sure we’ll get to do it one day”

- giggling after making out

- “we WILL be having words!!!!”

- tao answering the door shirtless obviously

- nick and tao getting to know each other 🥺 tao being reluctant at first but then obviously couldn’t resist opening his heart to nick’s golden retrieverness

- the way kit’s such a fuckin HEARTTHROB. he’s insanely good at playing head over heels. hugh grant Who like literally

- the immaculate found family vibes. they were thru the Roof this season. it was nice to see everyone knowing each other better and hanging out as a group more

- elle’s painting

- nick turning back to kiss charlie at the door in front of everyone 🥺

- oh my god nick you giant rugby idiot

- tao freaking tf out about planning a date w elle

- TAO ASKING HER OUT FINALLY

- nick n charlie running thru paris to gabrielle aplin HOLDING HANDS. also felt like such a celebratory scene. i love those

- elle and tao admiring each other’s respective passions for different forms of art

- “it makes me want to draw” so simple so Beautiful and i know exactly what feeling she’s talking about

- their first kiss and them not knowing what to do and just giggling together…. GODDDDDDDD like are you kidding me. the cavetown song. elle lifting her leg…… FUCK

- the entire cast walking in slow motion down a corridor to carly rae jepsen’s “run away with me”. they did that

- charlie slamming the door in ben’s face

- tao kissing charlie just for shits and giggles

- “what were you gonna say?” “i… forgot” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

- the teachers’ subplot . absolutely adorable

- all the “thank you, mr. farouk”s 😭 dads

- charlie in nick’s lap like are you KIDDING

- the queer to straight ratio is actually so fuckin hilarious. are there literally Any straight characters except tao and imogen? is imogen even straight? something was going on there

- darcy’s instagram post. so iconic

- tao seeing elle in her dress before prom. “you look… you’re so… hello!” PLEASAE

- taoelle paint scene GOD

- “you should invite him tonight! just tell him we need more chaperones”

- isaac realizing he’s aroace 😭 i’ve had that exact moment and i felt really seen <3

- “Like, being in a world where romance and sex are prized above everything else when you don't feel those forms of attraction. Growing up feeling that something about you is different, but you don't have the words to describe what that is. But then, freedom; the euphoria of freeing yourself from those pressures and expectations.” 🖤🤍💜 i cried.

- seven. nick and charlie kissing with seven by taylor swift in the background.

- their kiss in the doorway in the last scene oh my god. charlie on tiptoes

- and, as always, the way this show is an UNAPOLOGETIC CELEBRATION OF QUEERNESS. THANK YOU ALICE OSEMAN ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤

my heart has stopped :)

[curiosity-killed]

I think it would be fun to have a play where you have two casts, so each role has 2 actors who are very intentionally chosen for looking very very similar and then a “director” character. And as the play goes on, the characters start breaking the 4th wall in increasingly desperate ways—less comedy, more you’re just sitting there while someone bleeds out onstage—but every time they do, the show freezes, crew hustles then offstage, and the director character comes out to apologize, throw t-shirts into the crowd, etc. the second cast person is brought out by crew and starts playing the role like nothing’s changed but every time, they’re much more by-the-book and wooden compared to the first and the remaining cast members kind of share looks/get tripped up by the change, etc. Until all the cast has been replaced one at a time and it’s turned into a sort of plasticky Stepford production, but then you start hearing noises offstage and seeing like glimpses of people running behind the scrim or being dragged back into the wings, etc

I don’t know where this ends but somewhere in there toward the end, the original cast would come thru the doors into the audience and essentially turn the seating into part of the stage as the stepford cast continues to sort of go through the motions, increasingly ignored as crew, director, OG cast duke it out amongst the audience

[hotluncheddie]

thinking about gators birthday <3

in his old life it probably would’ve been maybe a nice dessert after dinner, one drink with some of the guys from work, no real celebration after the age of 10 or so.

but his love hears about this and sets a plan into motion🐶💖

practically an all day stuffing, just with breaks in between to go and see dot’s family and a couple guys from the force who still stick by him. breakfast at the diner that does all his heavy syrupy favs, drive-thru for lunch when he wants to Eat but feeling a little shy, and some boxed up comfort food from dot with a ziplock bag of oatmeal raisin cookies all for him <3 - 🐶

oh 💝

his love waking his up with a candle to blow out, feeding gator the cupcake before he even fully wakes up <3

ordering for him at the diner and getting all his favourites

driving his to see dot and the family for lunch where dot made more of his favourites, and baked him cake. knitting him a sweater that fits perfectly, even a little loose maybe, but its super soft and his love tells him he look adorable in it ❤️ dot sending them off with all the leftover, cake and a batch of cookies.

getting burgers before the bar with his old work buddies, 'don't want you getting too drunk puppy, need to get some food in you.' like gator isn't close to being stuffed.

drinking until gator in tipsy and gigly and getting a little tired. petting his bloated belly like he’s forgotten they’re still in public. his love driving them and rubbing his stomach at every red light.

getting him home and gator whines, wants the leftovers and more cake and he needs more. he so rarely gets drunk these days and he’s so cute and flush and kinda sloppy and he eats in bed, his love with their mouth all over him. petting him and wishing him the best ever birthday (secretly promising themselves that gator will always feel special on his birthday, if it’s the last thing they do - his baby deserves it) 💞

Also also 🐶 anon - gator and his love doing a pet play day, gator crawling around with his collar all day, eating from his loves hand or from a bowl on the floor - he gets so spacey he can barely talk, and so full he can barely move ✨🥰

[vvh0adie]

i’m not gon lie watchin’ Gyeongseong Creature triggered me very badly. i literally had to take a nap after two episodes

i almost didn’t finish. but im glad i did cuz while some of it is fictitious, i still bared witness to just a SUBSET of what went down back then. and it’s honestly made me want to pick up an academic telling of what happened

i used to be able to watch stuff like this without flinching but the more you know your history the harder it is. it’s no longer fake blood and bodies on a screen. it feels too real

i was honestly tired after watchin’ it. it’s the same kind of mental exhaustion from watchin’ an american slave movie or reading something similar

it’s having to go through the motion of self talk and saying “you don’t need to stoop to their low. getting revenge is exhausting. spend your years being happy and not bogged by hate cuz that’s not what your ancestors fought for.”

i don’t want to surrender my humanity for petty murder. i only hope i have that dog in me when im threatened and even then i hope that day never comes

it just seems like human experimentation and dehumanization is a colonial byproduct

spoilers under

i didn’t watch the scalpel scene because i just kept thinking about the pregnant enslaved black women who went thru C-sections while conscious

i couldn’t do the babies in the jars because i just kept thinking about the doctors who would remove the brains of black newborns while still alive

the head in the jars and all the anatomy pictures up in Lt. Kato’s office didn’t feel like marvels of science but trophies and honestly pornography. it’s something to jack the mind off to in that they get to revel in the horror they inflicted on people

and even then all that was spurred by competition and revenge to see who could advance further. they literally wanted a comprehensive anatomy book that rivaled germany’s and wanted a monster that was better than the us’s atomic bomb

like when you look at it that way. they’re really playing games with each other to a lethal end and everyone else are just pawns

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i cried when the lil’ girl asked if they won hide and seek because while she’s probably gonna grow up and realize how fucked up of a situation she was in, IN THE NOW, she is still innocent and doesn’t understand the gravity of what being quiet actually meant

i cried real hard when chaeok’s father thanked those koreans who escaped the cells for being alive. for not laying down and accepting their deaths. they didn’t accept the extermination of koreans. the love for your people is a different kind of love and it just resonated with me. like i didn’t even know i felt that strongly about something like that until he said that

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also its the throwing of slurs when in the same breath the colonizers couldn’t even separate their own from the korean men they forced to join their army

it just goes to show how stupid all that was

it’s very petty and i know it’s driven by pride because the japanese gov’t doesn’t even want to apologize to the women they dehumanized. if they can’t apologize to this specific group of people, then we may never see that for all koreans

and that truly means i have no hope for america, israel, the uk, belgium, france, or any other country to condemn themselves for the sick shit they did/do

and if there is a god, i hope and pray we never see something biologically as monstrous as the creature cuz we all know it would be horrific

i hope this shit never comes thru my screen. and everything that i saw that truly DID happen, i want it to stop repeating itself