#anyway I’m tired and lazy

[sh-0-w-1-sh]

Stupid thingys

[eggrolls-and-fandoms]

She is literally all I can think about

[ID: A monochrome bust drawing of Mirabelle. She’s a young black woman with big poofy black hair styled in an afro. She’s also wearing a large white bow in her hair. She has a mini cloak on with white jewelry attached like circles and teardrops, as well as small earrings. She’s looking up towards the right, seeming faintly surprised and maybe a little worried. End ID.]

[jiauro]

HEAVY TF2 TUMMY ‼️‼️‼️

On it boss

[theloveinc]

barbarian!bakugo + buying apples. you’ll notice I didn’t put any work into this making it more … fantasy-like. And that’s bc… I still couldn’t figure out how😞

(warning: misogyny, you are described as a maiden / dress wearing, you have a pa, world building sucks, bakugo … doesn’t talk)

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Being the only maiden on one of barbarian!Bakugo’s cross country journeys. I’m not sure yet how or why you’re there, but I’d say he’s traveling and one of his fellow clansmen took you as a prize, or maybe you just hitched a ride on their cart yourself.

But they stop in a small village one day, parking their horses at the edge of a town square of cobblestone and brick, merchant booths surrounding the small shops: of butchers and farmers and fishermen and traders, all rowdy and beaming as they show off their wares.

The men split up (the one with green hair in a leather vest declaring he needs a blacksmith, the lanky one with dark bangs in the direction of new snare wire), though the bulky blonde one (the one in thick furs and pelts who’s never really spoken to you) stays around, picking at the shiny, pink apples of a booth quite close to where the cart you sit on in boredom is parked.

“Five gold for a sack, sir” the man behind the creaky, wooden stand says. He’s stout, thin-haired and wrinkly, all his years in the sun selling fruit showing proudly on his tanned skin. He gestures to the wide array of fruits, each like a piece of candy he wants to show off.

Bakugo (you think his name his, or rather, that’s how he was introduced to you by the redhead with unnaturally sharp teeth, biggest of the group) glances up, frown thin and tense and blood red eyes narrowed. His shoulders shift, the muscles of his exposed stomach rippling as he breathes, the smooth skin of his forehead pinching as if he’s calculating a sale just as he would any other battle or raid.

The sign next to both the men clearly states that apples are two gold a sack. Pears are three, plums are one. “But I’ll give you a deal for four gold,” the man continues.

The blonde ponders, inspecting the apples diligently as if they could be poison, or a waste of a trade. His eyes narrow slightly, lips pursing, and you realize, in his reaching for coin, the intuition he so usually takes pride in (saving the men once from a brutal hound attack, and you, too, another time when a swamp dweller caught the hem of your trousers) is not there… and that they don’t use the same alphabet. Maybe he can’t even… read.

“For two gold,” you call.

Both parties look to you. One set of eyes in an suspicious glare, the other in a tart and angry bitterness. The merchant’s leathery face sinks into a melted frown, his fists clenching as your own hand shields your eyes from the bright sun and hides a protective squint.

“Didn’t your pa ever tell you not to meddle in grown men’s business?” he half-shouts back, the laugh in his voice now tangled with a snarl, downright and plain rude.

“The sign says two,” swinging off your seat, you smooth down your simple frock as you point to the wooden board stained with charcoal that’s hung up next to him. “One sack of apples for two gold.”

Bakugo’s eyebrows raise for the briefest of seconds, then fall in another glare as his hand drops from where he holds his coin (in small, canvas bag tied to his belt with thin, leather cord. It sags against his hip, his pants dipping and uncovering a v-line that descends further into a region you’ve only seen once; at a bathing river in the hills, the bare curve and marks of your own hips exposed—)

“Don’t know where you picked up letters, missy,” the merchant scoffs. “Reading is men’s work.”

You approach the barbarian’s side, his head (messy with hair) tilted towards you as he watches on in silence. From the pocket of your dress, you take out two gold of your own and flick them on the table before you.

“My pa taught me how.”

Then you take Bakugo’s hand (thick and rough and hard to hold) in one of yours and march right back to the horses and cart. Bag of sweet, pink apples in the other.

[fluffy-diver7]

Going through my old stuff and I actually found that I have an irl love nikki diamond

[crybaby-bkg]

I’m typically not a fan of the whole tik tok/YouTube couples thing but like,,,,,,,can you imagine doing that ‘drinking while I do my makeup’ challenge but asking Bakugou to join you???? I think it’d be so cute bc he’s a lot drunker than you expected for his size while you have a nice buzz going. you answer a few commonly asked questions in the meanwhile, cleaning up your brows while Bakugou just watches you with a little -_- look the entire time. his cheeks are all rosy and he’s sooo close to your face, slurs some kinda personal answer that makes you laugh and delete the footage bc the fans do not need to know that shit

and as drunk as he is, he eats your liner the fuck up. suddenly has the steadiest hand ever, his tongue poked out a little in the corner of his mouth, his palm resting on your cheek, the other basically holding your entire face to make sure you’re steady. also lines your lips with liner, paints your gloss/stick on with such heavy precision that all goes down the drain when he immediately leans forward to kiss it all off. a very clingy and affectionate drunk, and vows to throttle you when he’s sober enough to watch the video back later on bc of how you captured his lovesick gaze perfectly that everyone starts to talk about after.

[mooseonabreak]

It’s hard being a sleepy boy in this Be Productive 24/7 Or Eat Shit And Die world

[viatrix-glow]

another one..! halloween bat this time

[scottie-draws-sometimes]

I don’t know how, but recently I started thinking about ye old early dsmp and L’Manburg and all that good stuff so here’s a doodle dump

I know some people really hate dsmp, or think it’s cringe, or whatever else. But it’s honestly what got me through most of the pandemic. Not to mention the mutuals I met on here through it!! So no matter what, it holds a little special place in my heart :]]

[kadens-a-bee]

Please it’s like 2AM rn I have work in the morning but I literally thought of this as I was going to bed and there’s no way in fucking hell I would let myself forget it in the morning

[dummiezone]

i like. the au that @yummycrummy came up with :)

puppet lesley looks vvvv silly and i appreciate thattttg

[majicmarker]

honest to god i do not know how ppl don’t get dead tired of the charming (🤨 if u say so) playboy mmc. maybe it’s just bc i’ve been reading so much this year so every book is right on the heels of the next, and this is such a common leading man archetype so i’m seeing a lot of it in quick succession, but it’s so dreadfully fucking tiresome and it always plays out the same way, often down to word-to-word semantics

[icecreamsoup]

A.

[babygirlmickey]

like throwing bread crumbs at some rabid pigeons so they don’t peck out my eyeballs

HAHAHAHA Cam I can’t breathe! I would say I’m sorry about the bullying but I’m not.

However, I do need an ending to the spit kink fic. So I will chill (for a bit, don’t get comfortable.)

WELL THATS HOW YALL ARE BEHAVING

[rradical]

Hi hiii hope you're doing great !! Asking for a request again hope it's ok...if you feel like it I'd love to see Eun-Hyeok and and Eun-Yoo content, they rlly are the siblings ever to me 😔💕

them !!!!!

[mars-ipan]

Ya got any rants stored up? Long-burning hatred?

i FINALLY found one i’ve been holding onto this ask waiting for the opportunity.

i HATE how people treat people with anxiety disorders. it’s endless pity mixed with complete incompassion

like ok. obligatory i have generalized anxiety disorder here. a lot of things make me stressed and when i’m having bad anxiety attacks (which can last days and sometimes put me into month-long spells of misery) i get physically sick, to the point of throwing up and fever. i also tend to go nonverbal/low-verbal during these periods of time (usually bc i’m nauseous.) i’m also very prone to migraines and have a tic and wear a night guard due to jaw clenching etc etc you get the point it affects me.

when i share these symptoms with people (assuming they don’t have similar symptoms) i get a lot of frowny faces. “owh i’m sorry :( that must be awful how horrible“ and the like. and it’s never said in a way that’s actually kind. it’s said in the way people talk about those aspca commercials. and it’s never actually come from a place of genuine concern- it’s superficial pity apparently meant to placate me. i hate it

and that’s assuming i even get that reaction at all! usually when i try to explain to someone that i’m experiencing symptoms of some sort like “hey i’m sorry i can’t really be productive right now, i’ve got a lot of brain fog” i am ALWAYS dismissed. EVERY time. maybe it’s because i’m quite skilled at coping and masking. maybe it’s because my panic attacks don’t (always) look like wailing and thrashing and choking on air. but for some reason people don’t seem to understand that yes my anxiety disorder is actually disabling for me sometimes. i will ask for an accommodation i need, be compared to someone else with different needs from me, and then be told i need to just suck it up and deal with it. and i am SO! TIRED! OF! IT!!!! the amount of times i’ve told people “hey please don’t say that to me i’m prone to paranoia about xyz” and then been yelled at because “it’s not that serious take a joke” is ABSURD. hey maybe stop telling me my cough is covid bc now i have to spend the next 3 hours reminding myself that i don’t have any other symptoms asshole!!! jesus

and THEN when i actually DO find a way to cope or utilize the way my brain works or god forbid crack a fucking joke about it people get mad at me. “see i knew it wasn’t a big deal” or “so you’re actually fine” or “that’s not funny” i am. so tired of it

and then i go online and see people saying that disorders like anxiety and depression have been destigmatized and we’re treated basically the same in neurotypical society. motherfucker i did not go undiagnosed for 17 years with several doctors telling me it “wasn’t anything to worry about” despite my family history and clear signs from a young age just to be told my disorder is respected. if i say my anxiety is a disability i get called dramatic and am told to stop taking attention away from people who need it- or not to call it a disability because “it’s not that bad” and i’m fine because clearly having a disability makes every second of your life miserable of course of course. hell anxiety is demonized too! not as badly as many other illnesses but it’s still demonized!!! if i tell people “hey i have anxiety so please be careful with xyz” they act like i just asked them to let me do anything i want without consequence. there’s literally a whole fucking stereotype of people using “anxiety” as an excuse to be lazy or an asshole or entitled. as someone whose anxiety manifests in depressive spirals (freeze response) and rejection sensitivity (doom spiraling) this is Not Great!!!!! like i am hypervigilant about enough things i do not need to add “will these people get mad if i explain how my brain works” to the list

and about the rejection sensitivity. i HATEEEEE when people judge me for crying because they’re upset at something i’ve done wrong. “mars if you’re in the wrong then you’re not the victim” who the fuck said i think i’m the victim???? i cry because my brain takes “can you pls stop doing this it genuinely bugs me” and turns it into “you’re a horrible person how could you do this to someone they hate you.” but just because that happens doesn’t mean i’m not capable of rational thought!!! i KNOW realistically that my friends are good communicators and share that stuff because they like my company. i just need to cry about it as well. that doesn’t negate my logic or say i won’t actually try to improve myself. i’m just upset that i made the mistake. obviously i’m gonna fix it. that one REALLY pisses me off esp when i warn someone in advance that i do that. like calm the fuck down i’m not even pointing out that i’m crying rn this isn’t about me stop making it about me.

ANYWAYS. it’s really frustrating to deal with this shit from nts and then go to an online nd space for community and hear people talk about anxiety disorders like we don’t face ableism. just because it’s quieter doesn’t mean it isn’t there. that AND the “it’s barely an issue” girlie i was told i wasn’t disabled enough by doctors my whole damn life i am NOT about to start hearing it from you too. you can drown in the ocean or a swimming pool or a puddle. doesn’t fucking matter. the hypocrisy irritates me so bad