#bc this isn’t about a beard or his closet

[longstoryshort22]

Peter is brand Taylor talking to real Taylor, I Look in People’s Windows is real Taylor talking to brand Taylor (the two were supposed to become one, but the more famous she gets the harder it is)😭😭

The whole theme of the album is Taylor herself and her career and how the industry has affected her, joe/matty/travis/kim are just red herrings bye im gonna go cry listening to Peter

(more details⬇️)

I’m not saying that some songs aren’t about those specific people, I’m just saying they’re only PART OF the theme, I believe her father (and other big heads in the industry) had a big influence on her career and forced her to stay in the closet from the very beginning, that messed her up, she had to hide her true self and keep bearding, and in 2019 she planned to come out but didn’t because of the masters heist, now it’s because she’s gotten more famous than ever that she has too much to lose. So maybe these men he dated, she did like them and she had multiple feelings when these relationships ended, but it’s all part of who the industry had made her into; she had one true love (maybe Karlie) but she couldn’t be with that person that’s why some songs are about a true deep love lost, but that’s still part of the “her career” theme, because of her career, she can’t be with that person. (more details⬇️)

What’s really interesting in this theme is that she’s calling out her father in multiple songs because he really made her life harder…

In Cassandra, (the obvious theory is that Cassandra representing gaylors bc we’ve been saying the truth but never believed. And the first verse is about her getting the news of her masters heist just before her coming out plan, and then “stone’s thrown” is referencing Stonewall.) And in the bridge “They knew the whole time that I was onto something. The family, the pure greed, the Christian chorus line. They all said nothing. Blood's thick but nothing like a payroll. Bet they never spared a prayer for my soul” she’s saying her family knew something but said nothing because greed and money, we saw the leaked emails of her father and how he cares more about making money out of Taylor’s career than caring about her as his daughter, so I think this bridge is about her father, also about religious trauma may or may not due to him.

In The Bolter, “A curious child, ever reviled by everyone except her own father. With a quite bewitching face, splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless, excellent fun 'til you get to know her, then she runs like it's a race” she’s talking about herself being a precocious uniquely intelligent ambitious child, which everyone reviled except her father. why? because he wanted to invest money on her, he controlled how she conducted her career from the beginning.

What’s crazier is that Robin may be about her father too. That song sounds like a sweet song but she’s faking it like “all this showmanship to keep it for you in sweetness”. If she’s referring to her father (only wanting to make money out of her career) in this song then “you’re an animal, you are bloodthirsty” makes so much more sense. And the “buried down deep and out of your reach, the secret we all vowed to keep it from you in sweetness” her father probably knows about her queerness but wants her and everyone to keep it quiet.

In But Daddy I Love Him, “people only raise you to cage you” is pretty obvious about her father forcing her to stay in the closet, and “people try and save you cause they hate you” is literally about homophobes. “Dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid” is about her father laying all the plans for her, which isn’t always what she wants. “I'd rather burn my whole life down, than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning. I'll tell you something about my good name, it's mine alone to disgrace” reminds me of that scene in Miss Americana where her father was lecturing why she couldn’t public her opinions. “Thinking it can change the beat of my heart when he touches me. And counteract the chemistry, and undo the destiny” is so queer coded. “Sanctimoniously performing soliloquies I'll never see / You ain't gotta pray for me” another reference to religious trauma.

So all of this, about her father, about her lover and other men, it’s all connected to her career and she’s looking back at it, thinking and reflecting on it, that’s it that’s the blog

[releaseholiday]

thoughts on this ?

These are my only thoughts rn

[izacore]

theory anon here, to make things clear we have to look a bit into the past. louis was always very in tune with his fanbase and now it looks like as if that’s not the case. while he was under syco he made it very clear what he felt about bbg. he didn’t had to see the kid for years (although I do believe he pushed to not see him and label agreed to it if he does something else for them)

when he got back with eleanor she made it very clear that she didn’t wanted have anything to do with bbg, especially christmas 2021 made very obvious of anyone haven’t checked that earlier.

now we have to look back at 2020. very interesting is his tweet from 22.01, he said he came back from la, implying he spend the kids birthday there even though it was very obvious time wise it was impossible for him. he was on the 20th in copenhagen, if we have to believe that the pics we got from him there were taken in the early hours of the 21st (bc everyone would have said it would be still the 20th when they met him) he would have no time to fly to la, spending a little time there and then arriving to london early and not looking jet lagged.

imo he wanted to end bbg in 2020 but then covid happened, his fanbase grew so much (mostly bc of larry) and then boobgate. they were all scared that ending it while boobgate was still fresh and his new fanbase would be too much and shine a light on larry.

louis' closet isn’t threatened by anything but larry. no one is questioning his sexuality, almost everyone in the gp thinks he’s straight. but the important thing is larry isn’t just a fandom things it’s a pop culture thing, same with bbg. if bbg ends it would bring light to larry if he wouldn’t be looking straight. now I think eleanor wanted to leave (comparing her behaviour at the beginning of the 2020 tour & her behaviour at the 2022 tour), louis and team were to scared that the new fans wouldn’t believe the daddy role if he ended it but haven’t seen him since 2018. that’s why to our all distress he played daddy of the year.

now that eleanor is out of the picture (he doesn’t need a beard to maintain his closet) bbg ending only made sense to me if they would also come out in the same breath but I wasn’t really sure about that. but now the new stunt actually makes it very clear for me that bbg is ending, bc he would look straight and larry rumours wouldn’t get any fuel bc he has a girlfriend. (i think that she doesn’t know anything about this situation bc she isn’t gonna stay long and it would bring unnecessary danger to his closet and larry if she would know)

i can come back if you want to hear but more about the theory bc some points are just very briefly explained

Hmmm, I would maybe believe in this theory if I had any hope left for that. But also in my opinion, we try really hard to rationalize it when all that effort and overthinking what would affect what and how is absolutely not needed. For me, even if the recent clownery does lead to the end, none of what has happened since August 2021 was needed so in my eyes it's automatically stupid and I won't recognize it as a masterplan after. It's just a huge waste of time, energy and money with a side of child exploitation and pr incompetence.

[twopoppies]

hey i love your blog and i love you! i have a question (and i hope i don’t sound like an anti bc in reality i’m just a virgin that’s never been in a relationship lol) but like is it a regular thing to signal stuff the way Harry and Louis do?(by that i mean wear shirts, rings etc that clearly allude to your partner) you can answer based on your own relationship and not Larry (if it’s not too personal) i hope this isn’t a bad question to ask, i genuinely don’t know how these things work, love you!

Hi sugar. Personally, I think IRL it’s not a normal thing you would do as an adult. But most couples who aren’t closeted are allowed to just talk about their relationship if they wanted to. So, the fact that Harry’s beards (especially Olivia) constantly wear his clothes etc is such a dead giveaway of how fake it is.

I believe Harry and Louis did this kind of signaling in the past because they were forced to deny their relationship and their sexuality in such an ugly way. At the time, it seemed really important for them to let people know who they really were and who they were to each other. And it seemed really important that we let them know we saw them and supported them. These days, I think their priorities are different and I don’t think they signal like that very often. For example, I think H wears the peace ring because it’s important to him. And probably to Louis. Not because he’s necessarily signaling something to us. The fact that he must know what we think about that ring, is secondary IMO. But I don’t think he minds that we point it out. Actually, there’s a recent video of him smirking at a fan with a “Are you wearing the peace ring?” sign. 😆

I hope that helps a bit.

[twelvedaysinaugust]

We really should try to change the attitude towards bearding in general in our fandom. Many fans in our fandom tend to project their discomfort, negative emotions and hate towards closeting onto girls who are bearding for closeted people in a way that implies they are the reason for the closet of that person when they are in fact stepping in as some sort of solution for said closeted person who isn’t capable to live their life open and free from homophobia in our society.

Eleanor is not responsible for the situation Louis is in. Our society is. The music industry is. If we assume he asked her to do this for him then you can’t blame her while being a fan of Louis no matter how much you want her to not be with him officially. Louis never seemed uncomfortable to be with her. Actually I perceived it the opposite way. And if louis decided to keep her around the way she was/ still is that’s something we should accept. He is old enough to know what’s best for him. That doesn’t mean this is indeed the best for him but maybe it’s the best possibility available for him at the moment out of all scenarios he could be living in as a closeted popstar instead. Being with Eleanor probably always gave him more freedom to express himself the way he wanted to in his music and as a person. She steps in for things he can’t be open about. She is not the one to blame for why this is even needed in the first place. I think reason for this situation might be a mix of many different things, not only the industry but also Louis experience and traumatic things he had to go through.

That said, I also would like to add it’s also not fair to blame Eleanor profiting from Louis closet. Bc she simply doesn’t. Yes she has a huge following bc of her connection to Louis. And yes she does work as an influencer as well. But she doesn’t take nearly as much advantage and benefit from it as she probably could. There’s other people around Louis that took much more advantage from his fame to the extent that they actively use his son to get attention. Some of his siblings behavior I find much more problematic and is not even comparable to Eleanor. She sacrificed a lot, most of it doesn’t make the money and fame she got out of this worth at all. Louis should be grateful that he always had her by his side, no matter what.

Yes.

[iampresent]

Alright peeps, listen up. I have very niche and random thoughts abt the TV show Galavant rn and I am going to scream into the tumblr void (Toid, if you will) about them. 

So, a while back I saw a post that suggested Roberta from S2 of Galavant as trans.  I looked and went, “huh, that’s cool” but my subconscious latched onto the idea and now I’m finally ready to properly fangirl over it.

I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH. SO SO MUCH! because there is so much young Richard & young Roberta & young Gareth potential here.  I can picture one main plot bunny really clearly so here:

-Richard and closeted Roberta and Gareth are hanging out, and someone mentions that there is a magical item somewhere that can change your physical appearance. For obvious reasons, Roberta is like (:o and suggests to Richard that they go on an adventure to find it (maybe with the pretext of helping Richard grow a really beautiful beard because he’s tried everything else, maybe they’re just bored)

-Either way, Richard is like “sign me up! :D” and they’re off

-Gareth comes along to because, hey, he’s not going to let the king he swore to protect wander off with some rando he’s only known for like. 2 years.  she could be an assassin!  Besides, Richard clearly cares about Roberta for some reason so he might as well try to help her. definitely not because she’s also his friend.  Not at all.

-so they’re all going to find this magic macguffin thingy and let’s say it’s kind of a long journey.  There’s a lot of danger, maybe a subplot about Gareth finding out or having always known why Roberta really wants to go and trying to hint at her that he and Richard are both very okay with it or something. (I just really love the idea of Gareth stubbornly refusing to acknowledge that he considers Roberta a friend, can you tell?)

-it’s also an exceptionally frustrating journey, and Richard keeps ending up in a lot of life-threatening situations bc he’s an oblivious cinnamon roll.  Gareth is getting more and more stressed out because he’s so worried that Richard is going to die and he feels like Roberta isn’t acknowledging the danger Richard is in/just doesn’t care [Hey don’t do Roberta like that ):( ]

-eventually Richard/Roberta loses a map they were using to locate the macguffin and Gareth just blows up at both of them.  He says that if Richard won’t take his own safety seriously then Gareth might as well just leave now, and storms off.

-So now Richard and Roberta are left alone and they are well and truly lost, and Roberta feels awful because she had a way to really transition and now she can’t, the dysphoria is really hitting her hard, she’s lost and tired and hungry, and feeling guilty because she thinks it’s her fault Richard keeps almost getting killed (queen it’s not, he’s just. a dumbass. a wonderful dumbass but still) and she just breaks down.  Richard asks what’s wrong, she lies and says it’s bc they’re in danger and Richard is like. Bullshit.  There’s something else and I can tell and it’s really bothering you so what’s up.  Cause my boy got *emotional intelligence*.  And Roberta tells him because she’s wanted to for awhile.

-She is also terrified because there is not a lot of trans acceptance around but obviously Richard is just like. “Ohhh.  That’s why you want to get to the face changer thing? duh that makes so much sense.  Well then, let’s get going! I bet we can still find it”

-And Roberta is very confused by this sudden burst of optimism and she goes “dude we need to get back to the castle”.  Now that he finally knows why they are trying to get to the magic macguffin Richard really doesn’t want to give up, but Roberta convinces him that they can come back to find it later but they can’t go back to the castle if they die here.

-So they are going back, and they try to take a shortcut through a really thick bunch of trees, fall down a hill, and find themselves in the clearing with *le gasp* the magic macguffin!! turns out they walked right past the clearing and started going in circles and that’s how they got lost.  So the 2 of them touch the macguffin, which I have now decided is a big cool glowing crystal.  It works, Roberta transitions and Richard gets a beard in a huge explosion of light just in time for Gareth, who has doubled back out of loyalty, to run in on both of them and try to attack the crystal bc y’know. he’s Gareth

-and then they go back and have more fun adventures together

anyways TRANS ROBERTA TRANS ROBERTA TRANS ROBERTA

[fatgumsdarling]

can we get some dilf iwa hcs 🧎🏾‍♀️🧎🏾‍♀️pls 🧎🏾‍♀️🧎🏾‍♀️🧎🏾‍♀️🧎🏾‍♀️🧎🏾‍♀️🧎🏾‍♀️🧎🏾‍♀️

bestie is this you?? //LOL

but yes, ofc you can definitely get some dilf iwa hc’s 🤍

𝒹𝒾𝓁𝒻 𝒽𝒶𝒿𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓏𝓊𝓂𝒾

𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: fluff with suggestive ending

𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: dilf!iwaizumi x fem!reader

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: gets a lil spicy //hehe

he’s still very buff, but has the slight grey hairs popping up everywhere, it looks so hot

normally has a slight stubble, just barely scratchy, but if he was to grow a beard it would be well kept and clean

he normally wears joggers and tight workout shirts,

or the work out shorts that are kinda short but so fine

but when he has to dress up he wears a button up shirt with jeans and Nike Air Monarch IV’s aka the king of dad shoes,

if not he’s wearing a well fitted suit and tie, with matching dress shoes

he knows how to dress

usually matches with their kid to embarrass them,

“look at Hajime and their kid, matching how cute!”

has a reputation with all the single moms and staff at the school

always helps with any and all events

he knows the impact he has on the single moms and staff at the school,

he might have a slight god complex bc of that

he loves to watch the moms swoon at him when he does any little thing

he loves how they just lose their minds when he holds and cuddles a baby

when he lifts anything heavy? even better

“Wow Hajime… you’re so… strong..”

“yeah imagine how i easily i could lift you”

he loves to show off and lift up the moms,

watching them squeal and giggle

as he wraps his arms around their waist

lifting them over his shoulder like they weigh nothing

“Hajime!!” you called out, “Do you think you could help me put the rest of the equipment away?” He turned to you as he told his kid to stay with the other adults and kids. Your kids had gone with their father since it was his weekend, so you offered to help picking up.

“Hey little miss y/n..” he said sliding next to you slightly touching your arm, you felt electricity where he touched and took a moment to gather yourself quickly, “I don’t know where these usually go, you’re going to have to show me.” you said as you grabbed some bats, as he grabbed the mits and balls, “Yeah, of course don’t worry about it… I got you.” he said as he reached over you, his face so close to yours, you could smell his cologne mixed with sweat, so musky, so captivating.. “Are you gonna grab that?” he asked snapping you out of a trance, “Oh, fuck, shit! I mean shoot! Yeah..” he let out a deep chuckle as you scrambled to grab the last bat and followed him to the gymnasium where they kept the equipment.

“They usually go in here, make sure the door stopper stays there if the door closes we’ll be locked in.” he pointed to a small rubber door stopper as you two walked into the dimly lit closet, “God it’s so stuffy in here…” you set the bats down and began to put them in their holders, “and hot!” you continued as you fanned yourself, Hajime couldn’t help but stare at you as you bent over to pick up the bats and stand on your tippy toes to put them up, watching your shirt slightly lift up each time you reached above your head.

You could feel him staring at you, it made you nervous, dropping a bat you went to chase it immediately.. as did Hajime, the both of you bumped into each other and you flew back to the door hitting it shut. “Oh.. fuck.” Hajime said, scrambling to his feet to help you up, “Oh my god, I-I’m sorry!” you said taking his hand quickly getting up.

He tried to open the door but to no avail… Locked. He sighed and felt his pockets for his phone, only to remember that he left it with his kid, “Shit.. Do you have your phone? My kid has mine.” you frantically looked for yours, “Ummm.. Yes! I do!” as you took your phone out he quickly took it and put it on the a high shelf, that you couldn’t reach,

“Hajime! What!?” you jumped to try and reach the shelf, “Hajime this isn’t funny, it’s hot in here and your kid is outside!” he grabbed your hand that you had extended and pulled you closer to him, “My kids fine y/n…” he placed a hand on your cheek and ran his finger along the curve of your face, slowly, feeling the softness of your skin against his rough hands, you avoided his gaze looking to your right at the sports equipment,

he quickly placed his hand under your chin and forced you to look at him, “What’s the matter y/n? don’t like me being this..” he brought his face closer to yours you could feel the heat coming off his face, “close?” you gulped and slightly bit your lip, “No.. I-I like it…” you were melting into his touch,

with a swift move he pulled your other hand up and held both hands up by the wrist with one of his, pushing you up against the cluttered wall of the closet, letting out a small whimper he brought his face to your neck taking in your scent with a deep breath and letting out a deep groan, “Fuck, y/n you’re just so … intoxicating.” with his free hand he lifted up the hem of your shirt sliding his hand upwards,

“H-Hajime…” you breathed out, “does that feel good pretty girl?” your head spun at the pet name, “‘mm feels ..good” he began to leave small kisses on your neck leading up to your cheek, slowly moving towards your lips, your skin felt tingly everywhere he kissed.. “I’ve been wanting to get you alone…” he looked deep into your e/c eyes and studied your face. “I’ve been dying to have your lips on mine, your arms around me..”

he let your arms go, placing them on his shoulders, moving his one arm around your waist as his other hand stayed on your face, his thumb sliding slowly across your bottom lip.. your eyes moving from his lips, to his eyes. He moved in closer… Reaching above and behind you to grab your phone, you pouted and pulled him closer, he held up a single finger, to signal you to wait, as he called one of the parents outside,

“Hey! Belinda! Hi yeah, it’s Hajime, I left my phone with my kid, I’m using y/n’s phone, we’re locked in the damn closet please let us out it’s so hot,” he said winking at you, “we’ve been yelling for the past couple minutes hoping someone would hear!” his free hand moved to your waist and pulled you in close, “Great, thanks!” he hung up and slid your phone in your back pocket, lifting up your chin with his hand he leaned in to kiss you, keeping his hand on your face and waist, pushed you up against the wall again, kissing you slowly and deeply.

You both heard the gymnasium door open, quickly pulling away and composing yourselves, “Y/n! Hajime! Geez, I’m so sorry! The kids were so loud.” the both of you walked out of the closet and sighed in relief to be out of the closet, “Hey Belinda don’t even worry about it! At least you got us out!” Hajime said placing a hand on her shoulder, she smiled and began to walk back to the exit, “and as for you….” he grabbed a handful of your ass squeezing tightly, “i hope to continue this.. soon?” he said winking, “i could definitely switch weekends with my kids mother..” you let out a giggle, “i like the sound of that…”

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚ omggg!!!! this was my first post ever, i hope you liked it🥺

don’t be shy to request anything, please this was so much fun!! i hope to write more for you all ♡//hugs n kisses

[ladychlo]

People out here using anything to drop Harry lmaoo. 1) the discord isn’t even managed by HQ but by discord moderators that are supposed to keep it civil. 2) people are already miserable towards new music that hasn’t even come out because of Olivia, no excitement! even thought both H and L are closeted and have always used their beards for promo bc yk.. they’re closeted. 3) so many people being like “Louis would never do this” okay… lmao who’s done all the Larry denials? And who banned the word Larry from his IG comments, anyways! 4) saw someone calling this oppression? Miss girl pls go outside, touch grass and read up about real life oppression. 5) saw someone say that Harry is able to paint his nails and be the person he is today because of larries therefore he’s indebted to us 😭😭 gross and entitled. Idk man unpopular opinion.. but everything would be much more enjoyable if we enjoyed art! Music! And Content from artists without getting so involved and neurotic about their private and personal relationships.

I get you and what you're feeling anon,,

But no one is dropping H or whatever

"neurotic" is really not the word to use.

And I'd love it if we stopped policing subjective experiences, like being in the fandom. experiencing and expressing your feelings wether you were bothered or indifferent or more factual is okay :) they can all coexist... because you know subjective experiences???

[irikahkrios]

@spookyvalentine tagged me to do this oc meme for emmett! thanks for the tag!!

General-

Name: emmett richard shepard

Alias(es): none really. his family and partners call him em i guess

Gender: trans male

Age: early thirties for most of the parts of his story that i like to concentrate on lmao (me2/me3)

Birthdate: september 5, 2154. that's right he doesn't have the "canon" shepard birthday in april, he shares my birthday and bioware can't stop me

Place of birth: spaaaace

Hometown: spaaaaace (real answer: various ships lmao he doesn’t set foot on earth until he’s 18)

Spoken language(s): just english i think? though i do enjoy the thought of him learning bits and pieces of his partners' languages so they can communicate at least a little bit without translators. that's cute

Sexuality: bisexual, though i think he's been with more men than women

Occupation: very exhausted space marine at the time of canon, and stage actor and eventually high school drama teacher postcanon.

Appearance-

Eye color: green

Hair color: red

Height: 5'6" and about a half inch

Scars: one across his eyebrow and one under his chin (usually hidden by his beard) from uh. “incidents” with his birth parents, and some others he’s gotten from his military service over the years. they’re all gone after he’s rebuilt, and it fucks him up quite a bit. 

Favorite-

Color: yellow

Hair color: like on a partner? i think he likes dark hair, but it doesn't come up often as he’d rather date nonhumans. on himself he's perfectly fine with his natural ginger

Song: i wouldn't say he's got a favorite song, he listens to a lot of music and it’s kind of hard to pick. but abba's voulez-vous is his favorite album of all time

Food: cheesecake, any kind of potato hash, peaches, barbecue pulled pork 

Drink: red bull, limeade, apple cider, eggnog, cold brew coffee. for alcohol, he loves fruity little cocktails. 

Have They-

Passed university: not before the games, but years postcanon he goes to college to become a teacher

Had sex: boy has he

Had sex in public: almost certainly at least once. since thane doesn't show up at huerta in me3 in my rewritten canon i unfortunately can't take the thane/emmett hospital sex from the actual game as canon, but i do lowkey headcanon thane and irikah as being kinda into public sex and i think they've pulled him into a supply closet somewhere at least once lmao. also i know it doesn't count as public but it's worth mentioning that i think my canon's equivalent of that hospital scene is gonna be emmett/thane/irikah having sex on a table in an empty room at a drell rebellion base on kahje.

Gotten pregnant: once, postcanon!

Kissed a boy: yes

Kissed a girl: yes

Gotten tattoos: not sure? like, emmett definitely seems like the type to have at least one tattoo, but i just haven't been able to think of anything specific so far that really fits. in my pirate fic he does end up with magical glowing tattoos

Gotten piercings: his ears are pierced 

Been in love: yes!! with three people at the same time!!

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: oh god yeah. emmett and irikah, both operating on zero hours of sleep, see each other in the living room at 3 in the morning and are like that spider-man meme

Are They-

A virgin: HAHA NOPE

A cuddler: yes :') he gives great hugs

A kisser: yes!!! a good kisser. though the beard can tickle 

Scared easily: yes, but he's extremely good at pushing the fear down and acting like it isn't there in order to do whatever he has to do.

Jealous easily: nope!

Dominant: assuming this means in bed, lmao not really. he’s more than willing to step into that role if it makes his partner(s) happy though

Submissive: once again assuming this means in bed, um. very :)

In love: yes he is!!

Single: very much not!! he has three (3) entire partners

Random Questions (took out the darker ones bc i'm not really in the proper headspace to answer those)-

Do they have / have they had a job: space marine but just for the healthcare. at 18 he was like fuck the military but i would like to not have tits please :) and then he just never left 

Have any fears: anything involving his bodily autonomy being taken away (part of why he hates liara so much), losing people he cares about, and thresher maws.

Family-

Sibling(s): 4 adoptive siblings, 2 older (flint and cynthia) and 2 younger (clark and eloise). he also counts his clone, dick (who survives in my canon), as a sort of sibling in a weird way. often introduces him to people as his brother, when he doesn’t feel like answering all the questions that spring from “my clone who cerberus grew for spare parts when rebuilding me, who escaped and eventually tried to kill and replace me but i saved his life and helped him realize he could become his own person so we’re cool now and he comes over for holiday dinner every year.” he gets so used to introducing dick as his brother that i think at one point he accidentally introduces him as such to his siblings. 

Parent(s): his adoptive moms, hannah and natalie shepard. there's also technically his shitty birth parents if you wanna count them, but he killed his dad in self-defense with his biotics at 12 and hasn't seen his bio mom since being taken away by child protective services afterwards.

Children: two postcanon! his son norius (turian) and daughter juniper (human)

Significant other: his husbands garrus and thane and wife irikah :’)

Pet(s): a few cats postcanon! i have never bought any of the fish or the hamster in-game

[izacore]

They were never friends, it was a business arrangement where the only actually willing participant was her. If she was that good of a friend for him (gag lol) she’d at least pretend to support him and his career, meanwhile she can’t do that even as a fake girlfriend. She is living a very comfortable life off of Louis' money with clearly no desire to do anything for herself, considering how quickly she dropped her blog with Max to go back to bearding. She may be relatively harmless now but that certainly wasn't the case in the past so sorry but I will never find it in me to be thankful to her for anything or feel bad for her.

You probably won’t be posting this which is fine.🤍 I just wanna say, I’m convinced our fandom would do so much better getting rid of all the hate towards beards in general bc there’s no reason for that hate, at all. Beards aren’t the threat in all this, so there’s no reason to treat them like they are a threat. You don’t have to ‚like‘ them but hating them is just wasted energy.

And we don’t really know how close they really are and whether or not they ever were friends bc we don’t see that part of his life. I have never seen any animosity between Louis and Eleanor and I have never gotten any vibes from Louis not being at least friendly with her. If you have, pls show me, I would be very interested. She has supported him over the years. Whenever she did it publicly she got hate from people for‚ only wanting attention and fame and money‘ so when she stopped doing it for everyone to see she was called a bad ‚gf‘ who isn’t supportive. I do find it bizarre to claim someone isn’t supportive based on their social media actions. She went to his concerts knowing that the majority of people there didn’t want her to be there. I’m sure she is/was very important to him and a constant in his life. It speaks for her that she is/was by his side after all this time and after all the shit they had go through, both together and individually. That alone proofs she is in fact very supportive of him if you ask me. I think he really relies on her in many aspects and sometimes I feel like she is the one who knows *everything*.

That said, I feel like many fans in our fandom tend to project their discomfort and negative emotions (which are reasonable to have, totally!) towards closeting and homophobia onto the beards/ pr stunts implying that they are the reason for the closet of L/H, when they are in fact stepping in as some sort of solution. If both people involved agree with that kind of arrangement then why hating on only one part? Eleanor is not responsible for the situation Louis is in. Our society and the music industry are. If louis decides to keep her around the way she is these days that’s something we should accept. He is old enough to know what’s best for him. Maybe that is the best possibility available for him at the moment out of all scenarios he could be living in as a closeted famous world star. Being with Eleanor probably gives him more freedom to express himself the way he wants to as an artist. I mean, listen to the entity of walls and how specific in his lyrics he was able to be…and why? Bc he could simply just link them all to his gf knowing his fans would understand the truth behind those songs. This time around he isn’t as specific anymore so no need to link the lyrics to anybody, no need to explain them and therefore not one Eleanor mention throughout the whole promo ride, isn’t that very very telling? Eleanor just steps in for things he can’t be open about. She is not the one to blame for why this is even needed in the first place. I also would like to add it’s not totally valid to blame Eleanor profiting from Louis closet. she doesn’t take nearly as much advantage from it as she probably could. I think it’s weird to expect two people who have an arrangement with eachother to only have one person in it who takes advantage from it while the other one is supposed to take all the shit. She did get a lot of bs bc of this whole thing. Louis is a victim in his situation, yes. But she isn’t the reason for that. She sacrificed a lot of her own life for this, too. We don’t know what her life looks like. We don’t know if she has a job outside of social media. But she did go to Uni so it’s not unlikely. We don’t know if she’s dating someone, privately. We don’t know anything about her. If she agrees to do this for Louis then it’s only fair for her to also get some benefits from it, don’t you think?

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hi!!! when I had mono and was stuck in bed for 6 months of 2020, I went into  deep research about celesbian circles and learned a lot about closeted culture in hollywood. I stumbled upon @swiftgron-get-married‘s podcast episodes with anonymous guest “Shawn” who shared her personal stories of hollywood and told us how things really are behind the scenes. 

I condensed some of the craziest stuff we learned from Shawn about Hollywood homophobia, bearding, and closeted celebrities sending signals to their fans, but there’s no way I could do 3 hours of jaw dropping information justice in less than 20 minutes. 

If you think one of your faves could be part of the lgbtq+ community, watch this and see if shawn’s guidelines for how closeted celebrities might try to connect with their queer fans match with some of the things your fav has done! Also listen to shawn’s episodes of the podcast because they are incredible!!

It is my priority to be respectful of celebs who are individual people that I do not know personally and deserve privacy. The intention of this video is to spread the message that if a celebrity wants to come out publicly, it is not always their choice. This contradicts a common belief I’ve seen from some fans on the internet that goes, “If [specific celeb] wants to come out, they will!!! Don’t speculate bc its rude!!” even though it’s more complex than that. If a celeb isn’t allowed to come out, they may still want to connect to their fans by showing signals. This video is kicking off a series I’m starting to talk about fan and celebrity relationships. I’m super excited to hear feedback and what celebrities my video makes you think of! 

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skulduggery/alt!serpine for the getting together ask game?

I’m bored, so. Send me two (or more) characters for a headcanon on how I’d have them get together

OHOHOHOHO SEE THIS IS A GOOD ONE BC

ive already been thinking about this and im. Lowkey really glad im not the only one

See I always hated skug with any serpine, like I was a passionate anti from 2007 - about three months ago but. I enjoyed their dynamic in phase one and then i read like three of their interactions from sow and got converted or some shit apparently idfk, anyway u know i love an angsty ship

this got really long so tldr; enemies to vitriolic hate-sex buddies to lovers, painfully slow burn, but they'll both die claiming they still hate each other

It begins with China.

She orders him to kill Serpine, and he refuses. He's not even 100% sure why when he does. It's not like they're friends. He's killed people he liked a good deal more than Nefarian Serpine under orders.

But she says, "kill him" and he says, "no", and then things spiral so quickly that it's actually a few days before he even has time to think about her parting shot, flung at him as he walked out on her: "if you want to keep him, you'll be the one looking after him. He's your responsibility, not mine. And if he hurts someone, you -"

He'd shut the door on her at that point, but he knows what she was going to say. You look after him yourself, you train him yourself, and if he hurts someone, you kill him yourself. A wonderfully old-world way of looking at things. He's fairly sure he remembers getting the same speech from the housekeeper when he tried to bring home the ugliest feral tomcat he'd ever seen as a small boy.

(This will come back to bite him. He's not sure how or when, but it will. That's the way of things, whenever he turns his back on China Sorrows. Her last parting shot - a classic "you'll regret this" - ended up getting him killed.)

But then there's Mevolent, and cleaning up a city in the aftermath of its latest Traumatic Event, and putting a size 10 to the backsides of the City Guard, so his priorities get reshuffled somewhat, and it's almost a week later that he thinks to ask, "Heard from Serpine lately? He's being oddly quiet."

Valkyrie blinks at him from the passenger seat. Her fingertips tap tap tap at the touchscreen. She's messaging someone. He doesn't know who. "He's...around."

"Why the pause?"

"Hm?"

"You paused," he points out, switching lanes to get around a hatchback dawdling along at 60. "He's...around. You're trying to hide something from me. I'm aware you still talk to him, you know."

She doesn't deny it. He's gotten used to that, in the last few years. She doesn't tell him things anymore. It's that distance, the distance he can try to banter over but never truly remove. She's a lot further away than his passenger seat. "He's been looking for somewhere to live, like. Now that he's here for good. So, you know. That's probably keeping him busy."

Nefarian Serpine is living out of a stuffy first-floor rented room above, of all things, Vaurien Scapegrace's pub.

He knows this not because China was having Serpine followed (although she was) or because plenty of old faces from the Sanctuary still owe him favours (although they do), but because he receives a text from Scapegrace at a quarter to midnight, in the middle of a grisly murder scene.

have u beaten anyone up lately? do u want to? think thrasher just rented one of our rooms to a war criminal

He taps out a response, half-focused on the screen and half on Valkyrie examining the photos on the dead man's mantelpiece. She looks like she's just figured something out.

Which one? Thrasher, or the other guy?

By the time he's dropped her home, said hello to the furball and returned to the city, morning is bleeding into the sky. He knocks sharply on Nefarian Serpine's peeling rented door, and then again when there's no response.

From inside, a thud.

Then another, followed by some deeply impolite language, and then the door jerks open. Serpine, wearing an impressive bedhead, a scraggly attempt at a beard and a pair of patterned socks with a hole in the toe, squints out into the hall and snaps, "D'you have ANY IDEA what time it is? This place is supposed to - ah, shite. It's you."

"It is," he agrees.

Serpine gives him a sulky jerk of the head - an invitation - and vanishes back inside. He follows, closing the door gently behind him. Inside the room is dark and depressing and smells faintly of mildew and sweat. There are clothes on the floor.

He pulls the curtains open and looks out the window, giving Serpine some privacy to get dressed.

"Found me at last, have you?" Serpine asks from over by the bed. There's a rustle of fabric and the sound of a belt being done up. "What do you want? Come to take my other hand?"

That's it. That's what's different. "Other? You don't seem to be missing any at present, Nefarian. Valkyrie's work, I take it."

Serpine sits down on the bed with a squeak of springs, and when Skulduggery turns to face him, he's smirking and, thankfully, wearing trousers. "Ever so nice of her, wasn't it? Doesn't work like the old one, though. You know. The one I used on you."

He sighs. "And here I thought this last week would've given you time to come up with some new material."

Serpine shrugs and spends a moment picking out a pair of shirts from the wardrobe beside the bed. If it's a test, it's a painfully obvious one. Almost an invitation. Go ahead, shoot me.

No, this is something Skulduggery knows far more intimately. A display of brittle confidence in the face of a threat. I'm not afraid of you. Do your worst.

Serpine is afraid of him. Afraid of being arrested, maybe, or killed, or worse. He'd have relished that fear, once. Delighted in flipping the tables.

He leans back against the desk, ankles crossed and arms folded. After a moment, Serpine turns around with a shirt on a hanger in each hand. He holds them up for an opinion.

Skulduggery points wordlessly at the green one, and the blue goes back in the closet. "If you're not here to kill me, what do you want?"

While Serpine is doing up his buttons, Skulduggery retrieves the folded sheaf of paper from the inside pocket of his long coat, and holds it up. "I came to drop these off."

Serpine's vibrant eyes narrow. "What is that? An arrest warrant?"

"A list of landlords in Roarhaven willing to rent to refugees. Valkyrie mentioned you were looking."

Serpine blinks at him. Skulduggery doesn't often bother with the facade in Roarhaven, but if he had a face right now, he'd be blinking back. It's a weirdly awkward moment.

"...thanks," Serpine says after a moment, tentatively reaching for the papers; Skulduggery leans forward to pass them over. "That'd be...helpful."

He sounds very uncomfortable saying those words. When Skulduggery responds, "You're welcome," he feels much the same.

Serpine unfolds the papers and skims them. Three pages of property listings. Tipstaff had printed them off for him with only a raised eyebrow and a, "Never thought you'd move out of Dublin, Detective."

"What brought this on?"

He looks up. "Hm?"

"You show up here at an ungodly hour of the morning, nobody to rein you in, and you're being helpful? I don't buy it. I know China as well as you do. She told you to kill me, didn't she?"

"She did," Skulduggery acknowledges, and a very old, very spiky part of him gets a kick out of watching the blood drain from Serpine's face. "I told her no."

"Bollocks."

"Hard to believe, isn't it? But it's true. Ah, don't look at me like that, Nefarian. It's got nothing to do with you. I was just feeling argumentative that day. And, if nothing else, I can always rely on China to argue with me if I tell her no."

"So -"

"For my sins, she made you my responsibility, see. I'm supposed to keep an eye on you, make sure you don't get up to any of your old tricks. And if you do, then I'll kill you. I'll be checking in on you to make sure you're behaving yourself. Think of me as a...probation officer, of sorts. With benefits."

More blinking. This version of Serpine is not a morning person. He bets his alternate self got to sleep in far later in this Serpine's dungeon. "I'm not seeing any benefits."

"The benefit is I get to kill you if you step out of line. I never said the benefits were for you."

"Are there any benefits in this for me?"

He considers this for a moment. "You get to live. Because of me. I saved your life. "

Serpine's face is emotionless and his voice is flat.

"Oh," he says. "Yippee."

He's interviewing a witness when his phone rings.

He politely excuses himself, and steps out into the hallway to answer it. "Pleasant."

"Hello!" Serpine says brightly, and launches immediately into, "I want a car."

Skulduggery's fake face blinks at the sigil-embossed wallpaper. It takes a second to even register the voice, and another to pick up on -

"How the -? Who gave you this number?"

"Valkyrie." Serpine sounds completely unapologetic. "And you're supposed to be teaching me to drive."

Serpine can't see his head tilt. He does it anyway. "Am I now? And what gave you that idea?"

"I'm your problem now, remember? Besides, you agreed to it," is the smug answer. "Before our little holiday back to my dimension, I said I wanted a better house and a latte and a car. And driving lessons."

"I never agreed to that."

"Well, you didn't say no. That's agreement by default. Sorry."

"Plenty of people can teach you to drive, Nefarian. You could teach yourself, even. Watch a video on Youtube."

"Detective Pleasant, I am shocked," Serpine teases, suddenly dripping with insincere concern. "Think of all those poor defenceless mortals I could run into. There's an advert on the television about how you're specifically not supposed to hit them with cars. It kills them, apparently. How will I cope without you there to make sure I resist temptation?"

Skulduggery grinds his teeth. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Immensely. I'd completely forgotten how much fun it is to have you at my mercy. And you did say you're supposed to keep an eye on me."

Skulduggery goes quiet for a moment, focusing on reining in the urge to hit something. Serpine's face. He wants to hit Serpine's face. With a chair. Trust him to figure out that being Skulduggery's responsibility meant he could go to him for help.

"Fine."

"Excellent! And now you have my number, so you can let me know when you're free."

"Since when do you have a mobile?"

"Since today," Serpine says airily. "Tanith helped me pick one out. I can talk to anyone, anywhere, whenever I like now. Isn't that great? I mean, I only have two numbers, three now that Valkyrie's given me yours, but still. Now I'll always have someone to talk to."

"This is a work line. It is not for social calls."

A passing sorcerer startles a little at his tone, and he gives her an apologetic smile. As an afterthought, he rolls his eyes in a you know how it is gesture. But she's already walking away, so really he just rolls his eyes at her back, which is probably rude of him.

Serpine is still talking. "- can send little moving pictures, and I've downloaded all these little applications, so now I do all sorts of fun things. Do you use...whatsit...Snapchat? I have Snapchat now. And I've got Angry Birds and Candy Crush and Grindr."

And that? That right there? That is more than he ever needed to know about Serpine.

"Goodbye, Nefarian," he says firmly, and hangs up.

He checks in on Serpine once a week, officially. Unofficially, he clocks more hours than he'd like to admit parked in an alley outside Scapegrace's pub, waiting for someone to scream bloody murder. Serpine spots him a couple of times, gives him a jaunty wave with his newly-regrown hand on his way to the off-licence, mocking and unconcerned.

But nobody gets murdered. Serpine seems to be...behaving. For now.

"I've volunteered you for move-in duty," Valkyrie says, apropos of nothing. When he blinks at her, she shrugs and takes a sip of her coffee. "Serpine's found a flat. He needs some furniture shifting."

He's not going to throw anything at his partner in this busy mortal cafe. He's not.

"I see. And you thought that has anything to do with me because..."

She polishes off the last dregs of her drink with a slurp. "I can't float stuff up stairs."

The apartment Serpine is moving into is a decent two-bedroom on the fourth floor of a six-floor block in a quiet area with a history of minimal unexpected-demolitions-by-overpowered-supervillain. Skulduggery idly wonders, as he pulls up in the parking area behind the building, whether a mass murderer moving in - and the frequent visits by the other mass murderer charged with keeping an eye on him - will bring down housing prices. China will hate that, when she wakes up.

Serpine is waiting for him out front, surrounded by boxes and furniture, already looking a bit frazzled. His outfit is stylish and his slicked-back hair is sticking up in places where he's been running his hands though it. He startles and looks up at the sound of footsteps, and seems to breathe a sigh of relief. "Ah! You came. Valkyrie said you'd know how to go about getting all this, you know. Up there."

"You can hire people for this, you know," Skulduggery tells him. "Removal men."

"With what money?" Serpine asks, a little helplessly. "Valkyrie gave me some of her old things, but I got most of this from - what's the word? - second hand shops, and the refugee aid centre. I've been looking for work, but...you know." He gestures at his face. "This is my criminal record."

Which...is a fair point, so Skulduggery rolls up his sleeves and moves to one end of a squashed two-seater couch. "Fair enough. Grab the other end."

Serpine's mouth almost drops open. "You want to carry it? Like peasants? I thought you were here to float the damn thing!"

Well, he could. But the world isn't actively ending right now, so he can afford to be petty. "I don't use magic unless I have to, these days. We'll be doing this the old-fashioned way."

"But." The last time he saw someone look this aghast was when Valkyrie realised how the citizens of Roarhaven saw her. "But that's manual labour!"

"A little manual labour will do you good."

"Gods, I hate you," Serpine tells him as he moves to grab the other end of the couch.

Skulduggery turns the facade on specifically to give him a smug smirk. "I know."

By the time they're finishing up the boxes, Serpine's new neighbours have come out into the hall to see what all the banging is about. They seem young, mostly - too young to recognise him from the war. Skulduggery is starting to suspect that Serpine has accidentally moved into student housing, but he keeps his mouth shut. Serpine is being chatty and charming, holding court in the corridor, and Skulduggery mostly lets him get on with it in between trips to the bottom of the stairs to pick up more boxes, until a young woman who holds Serpine's front door open for him and chuckles, "Left you doing all the work, has he? He's a talker, your boyfriend. I bet you don't get a word in edgewise."

It's not often that Skulduggery Pleasant is lost for words. "I. I'm sorry. What?"

Fortunately, Serpine chooses that moment to interrupt the conversation he's having and interject, "Oh, no, darling. We're not together. He's just here to make sure I stay out of trouble."

There's something off about how he says it, though. There must be, because the woman taps her nose like he's just confided a secret, and Skulduggery can't help but feel like he's just been made the butt of a joke he doesn't fully understand.

He checks on Serpine once a week. Occasionally Serpine texts him. A blurry photo, usually paired with a caption like, "what the hell is this?"; a set of traffic lights, or a lollipop man, or a chihuahua in a little jumper. Sometimes he responds, but sometimes he doesn't bother.

It's not like they're friends.

The sun is shining, the birds are singing, Roarhaven's shopping district is bustling, and Nefarian Serpine is late.

Skulduggery's been people-watching, drumming his fingers on the tabletop, for fifteen minutes when he finally shows up with a to-go coffee cup in one hand and a stack of books under the other arm. He's frowning.

"You're late," says Skulduggery, by way of greeting.

Serpine shrugs, taking the seat opposite. He dumps his books on the round table and gives the menu a cursory glance. "Sorry. I was at the library. Almost missed the bus."

A waitress approaches wearing a shirt stamped with the logo of the little bistro they're sat outside, and while Serpine orders lunch, Skulduggery idly examines the titles stamped along the spines of his book mountain. Some of them look old, leather bound tomes with fancy gold lettering, and the rest seem to be...textbooks, of all things.

"A little light reading, Nefarian?"

"Huh?" Serpine - busy watching the waitress walk back inside - swivels round to face him, and shrugs. "Oh. Yeah. I want to see if they match up with the slanderous shite they're teaching at the university."

"Excuse me?"

Serpine shrugs. "Vapid and Ty - you know Ty, weird hair, lives next door - thought it might help me adapt if I learn more about how your world is different to mine, so. I've been sitting in on some classes. Unofficially. History. Mortal Relations. That kind of thing. You have battles here that never happened back home, you know."

Skulduggery folds his arms across his chest and leans back in his chair, amused despite himself. "Mortal Relations? You're going to Mortal Relations lectures. You."

"Shut up," says Serpine, pointing a finger at him. "You don't get to laugh. You're not the one nobody wants to hire. - because that's still a problem, by the way. Aren't you supposed to be helping me with that?"

"I'm supposed to be making sure you don't kill anyone or make a nuisance of yourself. Sorry to disappoint."

"Would it kill you to write me a character reference?"

Skulduggery coughs conspicuously into his gloved hand with the throat he doesn't have. He picks up the top book from Serpine's stack and flips idly through Religion & Warfare: The Rise Of The Church Of The Faceless In The 15th Century . "Think about that one for a minute, Nefarian, and you'll remember why it's not happening."

"Fine. Be like that." Serpine's shoe nudges his leg under the table. "Here, were you at the Battle of Black Rock?"

He has to think about that one for a second, then hums in the negative. "Hm. No. I missed that one. I think that was when I was holed up in Cork with a broken leg. Why?"

"History 201," Serpine muses. "I tagged along this morning. It was mostly about that fight, but it never happened in my dimension. It was borderline slanderous, honestly. The professor is an imbecile."

"You're dying to vent, aren't you?"

"Would you mind terribly?"

Skulduggery pulls his ornate pocket watch from his waistcoat pocket and checks the time. "You've got fifteen minutes. Better talk fast."

Time goes by.

He checks on Nefarian once a week. They have coffee, sometimes. Valkyrie knows not to cross the line of bringing Serpine to Skulduggery's home, but she adds them both to a group chat and neither one leaves.

Nefarian wrecks his first car, and Skulduggery makes the drive out from Dublin at 5.45am to rescue him. He calls the tow truck while Serpine sits, pale and shaken, in the Bentley's front seat, drenched from the rain and squelching miserably every time he moves.

He apologises for calling so early, and for once he sounds like he means it.

Skulduggery takes him through the McDonalds drive thru to cheer him up, and as Nefarian tucks into a box of fries with gusto, he thinks, oh no.

They're not friends. They're not.

"Is this a date?"

Skulduggery tilts his head, hand stilling over the car keys. "I'm sorry?"

Valkyrie tosses another piece of popcorn into her mouth. She's already in her pyjamas, fluffy ones with dogs on them, and she's flicking through the Netflix queue. "You're all dressed up. Is this a date? Have you two finally gotten over yourselves? God knows it's been long enough."

He snatches up the car keys and sniffs, disdainful. "After all these decades, Valkyrie, if that's what your expert detective skills are telling you, I have failed as a mentor."

"And now you're getting defensive."

"I'm doing no such thing. Where's Tanith, by the way?"

She laughs and does double fingerguns at him. "And that's deflection!"

He sighs - dramatically, for her benefit - and as he checks his pocket watch, she continues, "And, she's on her way. Get out, already. You have a date to keep and we have movies to watch."

"It's not a bloody date," he complains, patting his pockets to make sure he's got everything. "And I originally asked you."

"Yeah, but opera's boring. Here, is he meeting you there or are you picking him up?"

"Goodbye, Valkyrie."

"See?!" She shouts after him as he shuts the front door. "Date!"

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Do you have any theory as to how they managed to convince so many people, even larries, that Harry dated Camille? It’s always so shocking to me bc it was like the most low maintenance stunt from Harry’s part and it was so obviously fake. Is it just bc he said the word “ex girlfriend” for the first time ever or what? Larries have no problem saying E and Danielle were beards but suddenely believe that Camille was an actual gf and I don’t get why

hi! i wasn't around at the time and I've never did research about it so i can't say i know much about that and what was done to make it convincing. i have a few ideas that I've based on what I've seen of harry's image and also by following fine line promo. I think part of it must be that people tend to think that harry isn't as harshly closeted as louis, so the logic is 'if there's no reason for him to need a fake gf then Camille must have been real' second, i think there are more people who think that harry is into women than there are people who think louis is, that's because (imo) harry's image has played around the ~ambiguity~ before but always maintaining that he is attracted to women, with louis on the other hand there has never been something like this, the narrative for him as always been Straight and everything else was outside of public narratives and related to harry or men in general, also he has never really showed any attraction for women specifically, in his music or in interviews and stuff like that and even with his girlfriends there aren't a lot of ... steamy pics... shdhf to call it that. [ disclaimer: this is not me stating that either one of them is or isn't into women, I'm talking strictly about what the public (us) has seen and has been shown during the years ]. lastly, harry has put more details about camille in his music than louis about Eleanor (imo) and also harry's songs about 'starting a new relationship and being infatuated' (his words) make sense in the context of his relationship with Camille (some details don't but casual listeners don't look into that) while louis's only direct reference is the uni line which doesn't really make sense and also we know wasn't even in the original version of the song?

it's kinda funny and sad and also lowkey smart at the same time when you think about it, harry's relationship managed to appear lowkey and chill enough for people to not start questioning it (unlike with eleounor or haylor, where it was so pushed that people started questioning why) but at the same time it has been detailed enough for people to find 'proof' that it was real and also it left enough room for the ~ambiguity~ to stay. in conclusion, hshq watched and learned from 1dhq's past mistakes. his closet might not be like louis's in the way it appears, but it's definitely just as restrictive imo

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summary: once dear friends in college, obi-wan and (y/n) have bumped into each other in the capitol city of coruscant while both working there. will they rekindle their old romance from their college years, or will they remain as passing faces in each other’s lives? takes place in college years and 10+ years after.

a/n: fluff AND MORE ANGST awaits you in this chapter! also some good music references await you as well😌 also, just to note, i am a slut for obi-wan and his beard, so yes, he does have a bit of a beard in his college years, i do not accept any slander for this creative decision bc you can’t deny how hot the man is with a beard. also, not as much college content, but there will be more in part three! i hope you all enjoy! please reblog if you like this enough to do so, i appreciate it more than words can say! i love you all☺️ warnings! a few swear words!

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present.

“AUNTIE (Y/N)!”

You could hear the chorus of the screaming twins from your car, a smile beginning to inch its way across your lips, despite the heavy weight of a decade of old baggage weighing down on you more and more throughout the day. At least now you would be able to bask in some temporary, if not chaotic, joy brought by Luke and Leia.

The blonde and brunette came skidding up to your knees, running so quickly they almost knocked you over. You laughed openly, bending down to let the two envelope themselves around you. Luke crawled up on you back, asking politely for a piggy back ride into the house, while Leia simply just crawled up on you, wrapping her legs around you waist and holding onto your shoulders, despite the fact that you were carrying your very large purse. You just hoped you didn’t drop it - after all, it did have your datapad in it, and you did not want to break that thing.

“Auntie (Y/N), have you been crying?” 

Leia was never one to shy away from the facts. That five year old would be the end of you.

While Leia looked at you quizzically, Luke stroked your hair with his little hands. “Are you sad, auntie? We can eat your favorite chocolate if that will make you not sad anymore. I don’t want you to be sad.” And that five year old would probably make you cry again, his sweet natured personality always shining through.

“Whose crying? No crying, we’re all fine!” 

Anakin came rushing through the dining area from the kitchen to the front door where you stood with the twins still clinging to your body, and he nearly slipped and fell on his face as he ran too quickly with socks on the wood floor. 

Luke and Leia giggled as he stumbled and caught himself before the both crawled off of you, now attempting to tackle their father. 

“No, no, no wrestling right now, guys!” 

Now it was you who could not hold back a small snicker, watching the poor father be smothered by his two children. It took him a moment to pry them off his legs.

Anakin leaned against the archway leading into the kitchen attempting to catch his breath as he laughed. “I’m not even going to apologize for the twins because I’m pretty sure you and I were the same way.”

You set your bag down on the bench by the door, shrugging your blazer off. “I don’t know, I think the twins are at least open with one another.”

Music from the 70s played in the background from C-3PO’s portable extension speaker. Anakin looked confused, coming up to rest a hand on your shoulder. “What are you talking about? We tell each other everything, we— oh. Oh no.”

Now, granted, Anakin had thought that keeping Obi-Wan’s return a secret was a good idea. Initially. He now realizes he was so wrong as he looks at the deadly expression on your face, the way your eyebrows are arched, the way you clench and unclench your fists and then shake them as if attempting to shake off your emotions, but he sees you slipping. 

You’re going to kick his ass and he knows it.

Damn, I knew I should have told Padmé and asked for her advice. Anakin thought as ‘Does Your Mother Know’ by ABBA began to blast through the speaker in the kitchen.

“You better start running, Skywalker.”

“You better start running, Skywalker.”

Anakin whipped around the corner, knowing all too well that he was in some deep kriffing trouble. You were hot on his tail, still in your heels, and you would not let him get away. He, after all, was in socks, and therefore would be more prone to slipping. You, on the other hand, had been challenged by Anakin a few years ago to run in your heels as he believed that it was impossible. He had been wrong then, and he was still wrong now.

You both remembered in that moment chasing each other through your homes back in Tatooine, cracking jokes and waiting to tackle each other or wrestle each other for victory. You were proud to say you often beat Anakin because he was.... well, honestly, he was a weakling when you were young.

Anakin was practically your brother, you were everything to each other, and you felt as if this was a deep betrayal. Anakin knew how broken you had been after your unspeakable breakup with Obi-Wan, but he, being the idiot he was, obviously had kept this tidbit of information to himself.

And for what gain? Did he really think you would allow yourself to fall back into Obi-Wan’s arms? Did he really think everything would go back to the way it was in college, that the four of you would go back to having double-dates, that what? you and Obi-Wan would get married and have children of your own?

What a foolhardy dream that was, and you knew it more than anyone. 

Chasing him through the living room, he ran through into the dining room, running around the long table. You caught up just as quickly, grabbing the table and giving it a light shove to knock into him. He stumbled a bit but grabbed the table to ground himself.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry, I should have told you—“

“Sorry?” You said incredulously. You laughed, astounded by your idiot of a best friends stupid response. “Oh, we are past sorry. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me! You knew what he put me through. You were there, helping pick up the pieces that he left behind. And only now you think it’s a good idea to not tell me he would be waltzing back into our lives?”

Anakin winced at every word, knowing he had royally forked (his vernacular changed after having children) up. Where was Padmé when he needed her to calm you and your fiery temper down?

You grabbed one of your heels and chucked it at his head, knowing he would dodge it, but you still almost wished it would have at least given him a bruise. And of course, he dodged it.

Anakin began running again, this time cutting through the kitchen. “Anakin Skywalker, you get back here!”

Now, you were wondering where the twins had run off to. Surely they would want to see you kick their father’s butt. 

Well, the twins had run off to go grab their foam swords once you had begun chasing their father, but had a minor argument about whether or not the swords were in Luke’s room or the playroom (they were actually hidden in the hall closet, I wonder who put them there).

“Aunt (Y/N), here, get him!” Leia yelled at you, throwing you one of the foam swords, while Luke politely handed Anakin the other. “Sorry dad, I’m rooting for Aunt (Y/N).” Luke whispered.

Anakin smiled sadly. “Me too, bud.”

The living room was sunken in, and quite an open space, with divider couches in the center of the area, plenty of space to run around and play in. Perfect for having a set of chaotic twins. And now perfect for a foam sword duel between you and Anakin. ABBA still blasted from the speakers, and it only helped in amping your frustrations.

You stood behind one of the couches, panting heavily as you began to pace in place.

You understood why Anakin had stayed friends with Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan was the only real male figure in his life, both like a brother and a father, but after they served together in the Republic army it became more apparent that their brotherly bond was something that could transcend lifetimes.

However, had Anakin so quickly forgotten the state you had been left in after discovering Obi-Wan’s relationship with Satine?

You couldn’t think about those memories right now, having already spent all day dwelling on the past, barely getting any work done.

You charged at Anakin, beginning to beat him with your foam sword, and he took it, as he felt he should, feeling the betrayal you felt with each strike. “Would you at least fight back?” You yelled. “This isn’t much of a fight, and your children are watching. Talk about embarrassing, Skywalker.” You breathed heavily, ceasing to beat Anakin as he grabbed the foam blade you had raised, ready to hit him some more.

“I’m not going to fight you, (Y/N/N).”

You paused, looking up into his soft, crystal blue eyes and you began to feel it.

Your tough, anger-filled facade began to crack, Obi-Wan’s memory once again taking a hammer and destroying any mask you would try and force upon yourself to keep anyone from seeing even a sliver of sadness out of you. A singular tear began to slip down your cheek as Anakin cupped your cheek, frowning knowingly, before enveloping you in one of those infamous Skywalker hugs that you knew was a true gift every time you received one. The twins even came up, both of them hugging each of your legs.

“I wish you would have at least let me punch you,” you mumbled into his chest. You could feel his laughter rumbling through his chest, just as you heard the garage door opening.

“Pads must be home,” you sighed, pushing Anakin away as you went to pick up Leia, Luke running to the door. What a momma’s boy.

Padmé looked forever beautiful, even after a day at work. She kicked off her heels and set down her large purse on the bench by the garage door, grinning as she saw Luke running toward him. She was quick to pick the five-year old up, greeting him excitedly. 

“And where is your sister?” “With Auntie (Y/N)!” 

Padmé turned the corner to find you holding her daughter, doting on her twin buns and poking her nose, thanking her for ‘the sword’ she had given you.

“What’s this about a sword fight?” Padmé questioned with a raised brow and a smile.

“Mommy! Auntie (Y/N) kicked Daddy’s butt!”  “Yeah! He made her cry!”

Padmé’s eyes flashed with both concern and anger, glaring quickly at Anakin and then casting a soft gaze of concern upon you, reaching out with her free hand to graze your arm affectionately. 

“But I’m not really sure why he made her cry... We were too busy grabbing the foam swords.” Anakin mumbled, “Yeah, I thought I had hidden those after last time...” “What!” Both of the twins shouted, quickly slipping themselves out of you and Padmé’s arms to go chase their father and tackle him for the 8th time that day.

“Why did Ani make you cry?”

You bit your lip, chewing on it like you used to when you were nervous, an old habit you couldn’t shake in your most anxious days.

“Obi-Wan is back and Anakin knew. He... he didn’t tell me.”

There was nothing more you needed to say, and Padmé grabbed your hand, dragging you back to her room so you could relay all of the details and she could change after a long day in the office. As you relayed the details of literally walking into Obi-Wan and Anakin’s knowledge that he withheld about Kenobi’s return (“Oh, he is going to regret having kept that from me”), Padmé would gasp from the inside of her walk-in closet every once and awhile at what comments you had made as well as Obi-Wan’s attitude that he could make such a return and act as if there were no consequences. 

She came back out in more comfortable clothes, a teal oversized-cropped sweatshirt and some grey sweatpants with fuzzy socks seemed to be the comfy-mom fit, paired with a low messy bun. How she managed to still look stunning was beyond you, but Padmé could walk around in a potato sack, and the press would call it a fashion statement that would quickly become the latest trend. She was astounding.

Padmé came and sat down next to you on her and Anakin’s bed, pulling you into a warm hug. You took a shaky breath as the tears finally began to fall. He was breaking you again. And you couldn’t stand the feeling of helplessness that washed over you as your shoulders began to shake. You tried muffling your sobs, but it was so hard to hold back the waters after the dam had already cracked and had begun to flood, rushing through you with memories of a now wished forgotten yesterday.

college years. 

You had survived the first few weeks of college thus far and you were more than happy for it. 

Of course, you had a few whacky professors (like the one who didn’t understand his students sarcasm, or the one who talked about anything other than the course work), but you had survived your first few sets of midterms, save the last one you had later this afternoon. 

You made your way to your favorite place on campus, the small Twin Suns Coffee Bar that was nestled inside the student activity center. It wasn’t a place to sit and chat with friends, more just the basic aspect and aesthetic of a regular Twin Suns, simply a coffee bar there to fuel the students making their way to different classes, jobs or internships. 

You strangely loved the busy atmosphere, well, when you yourself weren’t busy, and you had a few hours to fuel up on some coffee and break into a study session before your exam. As you got in line, you enjoyed watching the people rush by, listening to the sound of coffee beans grinding, the soft indie music playing through the speakers. 

As you stood, lightly swaying and breathing in the smell of the rich espresso being poured over some milk, you spotted a familiar head of golden hair headed this way. 

Obi-Wan had his nose stuck in a book, but he easily maneuvered among the bustling of the people as he would through the student center. You tried waving to get his attention, however it seemed he was to enraptured in whatever he was reading to fully pay attention to his surroundings. 

You rolled your eyes and chuckled, he seemed to be like this quite often, or at least, that’s how he seemed whenever you visited his and Anakin’s apartment. Always studying. Anakin tried to convince you that he was the actually amusing individual he described, that he was just busy with his studies as he had some more advanced classes he was taking. Thus far, you were not convinced. 

You finally decided to call his name. “Obi-Wan!” 

His head shot up in an alert sort-of surprise, and after a moment his eyes finally caught with yours and a small smile crossed his features as he made his way towards you at the back of the line.

“I haven’t seen you in awhile, (Y/N).”

“You saw me last night at your apartment.”

“Oh, yes, that’s right.” He chuckled to himself, ducking his head in embarrassment as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I suppose I’ve been rather busy with my courses this semester.”

“Yes, that’s what Anakin has told me. He talked you up so much as some reckless guy like him, but so far I haven’t seen any proof of such an Obi-Wan. Perhaps you’ve gotten too old.” You said slyly, smirking in just the slightest way, your comment causing him to laugh. 

His eyes twinkled down at you, and they seemed to shine in the light from the coffee bar, it seemed almost unfair to be in his presence. He was just too beautiful, those cerulean eyes so captivating and difficult to look away from... 

“Too old? Well, after such an insult I suppose I won’t invite you to the little party Anakin and I were going to tonight.” He looked up, feigning to be studying the menu as his lips curved into a cheeky grin, knowing he had caught your attention now.

“A party?” Your eyes snapped to look up at him, your eyes begging him to look down at you. You composed yourself, mimicking his position as you stared at the menu, even though you already knew what you wanted. “Anakin would take me anyways,” you stated nonchalantly, “but would this party mean getting to see you with your nose out of a book for once?”

Obi-Wan turned to face you now, looking down at you with that impish grin still stuck on his face, his dimples peaking out from his beard. “I suppose you’ll have to determine that, my dear.”

A blush began to creep up your neck, and you could feel your face getting hot as you stared into his eyes, refusing to break eye contact.

“Hi, can I take your order?” The impatient barista asked, watching awkwardly as the two of you stared at each other. 

Obi-Wan calmly turned to the barista, and ordered a nitro cold brew before turning to you, motioning for you to order as he pulled out his wallet. “Order whatever you’d like, it’s on me today.” 

You shook your head, rolling your eyes. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re trying to win me over now by buying me coffee?” “Well, I at least want to seem interesting, and what’s more interesting than a bit of chivalry in this modern world?”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his comment, trying desperately to look anywhere than his piercing gaze.  “You should take the offer.” The barista said, and you stared at her incredulously, biting your lip and huffing before you begrudgingly ordered your favorite drink. 

Obi-Wan walked with you over to the waiting area, grabbing a napkin as soon as you reached it. He pulled a sharpie out from one of the side pockets on his backpack, and then began to scrawl something out on the napkin before handing it to you. His fingers brushed across yours just briefly, but you swore you felt an electrifying tingle shoot up your arm and a warm feeling following.

It had his phone number on it.  “So you can text me later about tonight to let me know if you’re finally ready to get to know me.”

You pointed a finger at him as your eyebrows began to furrow. “Hey, you’re the one whose always too busy whenever I am around.” Now you had him pinned. He was being such a flirt, you almost couldn’t believe his smug attitude, no matter how endearing it felt or how much it made you a little weak in the knees.  “Who said I wouldn’t make time for you?” 

You thought you would collapse then and there. Obi-Wan leaned down, whispering in your ear.  “You only had to ask.” 

Just then the barista called his name, and his lips were gone, having brushed just lightly against your ear. This was not the Kenobi you had imagined when Anakin had told you all about their grand collegiate adventures. 

No, this was so much better.

Obi-Wan handed you your drink, flashing you a smile as he began to walk away, backwards.  “I hope to see you later tonight, darling.”

And then he began to blend back into the crowd, but you could still see remnants of his perfect golden hair moving as he continued to drift from view until you could no longer see him. 

“You love him and you never let him go.” The barista behind you said, looking just as charmed by Obi-Wan as you felt.

“Yeah, I will.” You responded, still left in the daze that now seemed to consume you. How were you going to even be able to study for your test now?

present.

After dinner, the twins had pleaded for yet another infamous movie night with Auntie (Y/N). Of course, you caved, even though you could have probably used a night in with a bottle of wine and some tissues for the inevitable onslaught of tears that were to come once you were alone again.  You were just about three-fourths of the way through Finding Nemo when the twins fell asleep, Luke laying on the pillow in your lap and Leia cuddled up against Padmé. You smiled down at Luke, affectionately running your fingers through his hair as he lightly snored. Just like his dad, you thought. 

Someone’s phone buzzed, but you didn’t really care, just trying to focus on the movie and not think about the day you had just had. Anakin got up as the phone continued to buzz with text after text. “Uh... It’s for me, I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, don’t be too long, I’ll need your help putting the twins to bed soon.”

Padmé turned to look at you, while you continued to watch the Disney movie on the screen, Dory yelling after Marvin after they lost their chance at finding Nemo. You tried focusing on the movie, but after the long, emotional day you had, your thoughts began to slip back to him.  “I look at you and I’m home.”

You tried wiping away the tears, but it was hard to do so with Luke practically sprawled on top of you. Maybe it was time for that bottle of wine. 

You pulled Luke off of you, moving his sleepy body right beside Leia’s on top of Padmé. “Are you leaving?” She asked. You nodded your head, watching as Luke nuzzled himself into a comfortable position, cuddling closely to his mother.  “Well, drive safe, and make sure to text Anakin or I when you get home safely. Speaking of, where is he?”

“I’m sure he’s just taking a breath outside or something. I’ll see you later, Pads.”

You wiped away any remaining tears as you stood by the front door, grabbing your purse and blazer. However, as you stood by the door, you heard quiet muffled voices somewhere in the front yard that sounded like they were arguing. Anakin better not be arguing with the neighbors over mowing the lawn again...

You gently opened the front door, trying not to make too much noise not only for the sake of the twins but also so you wouldn’t spook whoever it was who was outside. When you turned around after shutting the door however, the voices stopped. 

And standing on the sidewalk next to you car was Obi-Wan. 

[vagarius]

domestic misukazu hcs

1. their kitchen cabinets are full of mismatched mugs and bowls and plates, in a rainbow of colors and sizes. there is exactly one matching pair of cups and plates, hidden at the back of the cabinet, that they'll use if one of them is specifically trying to be romantic.

2. the two of them probably have a lot of unsynchronised late nights but they always leave each other dinner wrapped on the counter and sleepily wake up when the other finally crawls into bed to say "welcome home" before falling back to sleep next to them

3. misumi is Super Ultra determined to not lose his keys and to use the front door when they first move into their place but he can only keep track of them for so long and when he confesses to kazu that he had to climb in through the window kazu just laughs bc he loves this man, dw i made a copy of our keys, as long as you shut the window after you come in i dont mind

4. consider: kazunari, glasses on and book in hand, sitting in the middle of the couch with misumi sprawled across his lap, fast asleep

5. they probably share a closet in a literal sense but also a metaphorical sense bc all their shirts and jackets are around the same size so unless it is Tailored Formal Wear there is no distinction other than the fuzzy feeling they get when the other wears one of their things

6. they never officially adopt any animals but cats constantly pass through to say hi to misumi and update him on the latest kitty gossip and occassionally drop off triangular objects. kazunari never is sure what's happening, but he's learned to keep cat food at the ready.

more under the cut!!!

7. their place is the one you show up uninvited to looking for cuddles and an impromptu movie night and onigiri with your favorite filling and leave the next morning with coffee and even more onigiri and maybe a sticker on your hand

8. they raise three succulents named san, ka, and ku

9. going off from that the reason they have succulents is because both of them travel a lot for work (hc sumi as an actor and kazu having his own art/graphics based independent business) and they know san, ka, and ku can fend for themselves if need be

10. pls consider kazu with a "kiss the cook" apron except misumi may or may not usually do the cooking so kazu will put it on and then go up and kiss misumi on his own at random times of the day

11. they have a giant bookshelf along one of their walls filled with kazunari's plethora of hyper-specific reference books, random volumes of manga, and a whole shelf dedicated to scrapbooks, photo albums, and triangle knick-knacks

12. every mirror in their house has a picture or two tucked in the corner. kazunari's favorite is one from one of those arcade/mall photobooths, where misumi may or may not have kissed him for the first time. misumi's favorite is one with kazu on his shoulders at the park.

13. NOT NECESSARILY DOMESTIC HC SO MUCH AS A FUTURE ONE BUT KAZUNARI LETTING HIS HAIR GROW OUT WITHOUT DYEING IT... pudding hair long haired kazu. misumi puts it into a bun for him while he makes coffee in the mornings and may or may not buy him too many triangle hair accessories

14. ONCE MORE A FUTURE HC MORE THAN A DOMESTIC HC BUT i think. misumi should get more ear piercings. and kazunari peppers kisses on all of them when they're fully healed. and finds a lot of joy in pushing misumi's hair back behind his ears.

15. they are dummies that wash each other's hair in their too-small bathtub and give themselves soap bubble beards and trace hair conditioner triangles on each others' cheeks.

16. they don't "slow dance in the kitchen" so much as "misumi picks up kazunari and spins them around and sings a random tune while they wait for the rice cooker to beep"

17. misumi nurses kazu back to health whenever kazu gets sick but he always kisses kazu while he does so so without fail he catches whatever kazu had as soon as kazu is healed up and kazu takes care of him in turn (misumi is as much less willing patient tho)

18. if they live an apt building... just. the aesthetic of them sitting on the fire escape in their pajamas while pressed together from thigh to shoulder and watching the stars... good

19. kazunari prefers to work in silence but he very quickly comes to love hearing misumi humming and lightly singing whenever he's at home

20. whenever someone comes to visit they give the guest their bed and sleep tangled together on the floor or the couch

21. thinking about them grocery shopping together and kazu has their list organized by what order would be most optimal to grab things except kazu's calculations are Wrong and when he offhandedly says he's a bit tired misumi lifts him and drops him into the shopping cart

22. kazu holding misumi after a nightmare. he walks them to the window so they can see the stars. misumi's eyes lock onto vega, shining brightly in the sky.

23. misumi still takes non-acting part time jobs and will sometimes get called in early in the morning and on those days kazunari will wake up to a warm mug of coffee and a couple onigiri on the nightstand, and an extra blanket thrown over him

24. on that note misumi leaving little "anonymous" gifts in general around their place for kazu to find as if kazu won't immediately know who they're from

25. their fridge is covered in doodles, from kazu and misumi alike. kazu usually leaves drawings/old thumbnails and misumi will add sankaku-kuns in when he isn't looking

26. "Kazu?"

"..."

"I really, really love you."

"..."

"Let's stay together for a long, long time, okay?"

27. birthdays are for breakfast in bed and homemade gifts and dinner with their precious friends

28. consider: misumi gently coaxing kazu into bed while kazu insists "on more chapter" while he practically falls asleep on the couch

29. (since it is softly raining here) one of them walking the other to the train station in order to share their single umbrella after their second one broke and sending them off with a quick kiss on the cheek

30. even years later, misumi still marvels at all the little things about sharing a living space - having both their toothbrushes in the holder, the extra plate in the sink, the scribbled half-doodles kazu sometimes leaves lying around - they're all very, very precious to him

31. when kazunari stays at his parents for a weekend early on in their domestic, living-together life, he calls up tsuzuru (+others, possibly) to go visit misumi on the nights he's gone

32. they always greet each other with forehead kisses, especially since they both usually have their hands full (with either art supplies or triangles)

[mythiccheroacademia]

Boyfriend Headcanons

Characters: Midoriya, Bakugo, and Todoroki 

Warnings: N/A

SFW

A/N: My first post! I hope you all enjoy a healthy dose of sweetness and fluff!

Izuku Midoryia:

it took him three months to build up the courage to be your friend

took him another month to ask you out

the sweetest boi-friend

to this day, he doesn’t understand why you said yes to going on a date with him, but he doesn’t question it

why put a question mark where God put a period lmao

he’s a shy bean but will always hold your hand if you’re okay with the PDA

if not, he’ll be just as satisfied being next to you

calls you by your name most of the time but absolutely melts when you call him a pet name

honey is his favorite

likes, it’s such a simple name but he goes crazy over it

“hey, honey, will you get my bag over there?”

error.exe “uhh, of course, y-y/n!”

doesn’t get jealous, but gets worried you’ll leave him for someone better

but you always reassure him in the best way you can and he’ll apologize for doubting your relationship

kisses are sweet 

will kiss your cheek a lot

when you’re alone and he’s just looking into your eyes that are so dark and lovely, they make him feel like he’s falling into an endless abyss, and he just has to kiss you 

like, omg, he kisses you breathless and then has the nerve to act embarrassed like he didn’t just kiss you like the world depended on it

dates are always fun

he takes you to his favorite arcade, or to festivals if he can

loves it when you watch him train and cheer him on

it makes him feel like he can do anything!

has sent pictures of you and him to his mom and All Might

they both cry tears of joy because you two are just so cute together and their hearts can’t take it

he knows it’s tough in Japan for you

Japan is homogenous and you look like quite the foreigner

hates when you start to feel insecure bc you’re skin is just so beautiful like omg you’re like freaking gold

Delaware Smashes anyone who looks at you the wrong way (behind your back tho because fighting civilians with your quirk is illegal Izuku, remember!?) and then takes you for ice cream 

sends good morning texts without fail

Bakugo Katsuki:

mans had to work hard to get you

you weren’t with all that asshole shit he likes to throw out

but, by some miracle, you said yes when he asked you out

“i wanna be your friend but with feelings and shit!”

someone help this emotionally stunted boi

let’s get one thing straight tho

he’s not a shitty boyfriend

how can he be the number one hero if he can’t even be a good boyfriend?

bakugo is a closet romantic and you can’t convince me otherwise

he’ll tell you that chick flicks are dumb but the Notebook is in his favorites on Netflix

what a loser

okay but seriously, he’ll treat you like a queen and he doesn’t care what anybody thinks

kisses your hands a lot

is too confident in your relationship to get jealous but isn’t afraid to show whoever is hitting on you who you’re with

cooked a four-course meal for your six month anniversary with candles, rose petals, and everything of the sort (his mom helped with the flowers but that doesn't matter)

you served dessert ;)

MOVING ON--

calls you princess

was ignorant when it came to racism and discrimination towards black and brown people (bc that shit is global don’t @ me)

his parents have models from all over the world and Japan has a foreigner population, so it’s not like he hasn't seen people with your shade before

but seeing black/brown people doesn’t mean you know about them

he learns that the hard way

when you breakdown, he kissed your tears away and swore to you he would be better and more educated

google became his best friend

will actually kill anyone who even thinks about making an unwanted comment

“katsuki, homicide is illegal”

“so is making you cry!”

heart eyes

will lie on your chest just to hear your heartbeat

falls asleep there

you cry every time because omg he’s just so soft and pretty when he’s not threatening someone’s life

Todoroki Shouto:

you weren’t aware in the slightest that he liked you like that

“y/n, i hope i’m not bothering you when i ask if you’ll go eat with me”

“what?”

was a bit awkward in the beginning

you always thought he was kind of stuck up

he was kinda intimidated by you

but then you made a joke about endeavor’s disconnecting beard and he fell in love

the man actually has a lot to say

you always thought he was so quiet, but he’s just one of those people that needs to feel comfortable

is so entranced by your looks

is even more entranced by your heart how are you beautiful, talented, AND amazing like???? are you real???

enjoys your company way more than he realized

so touch starved and wants you to hold him all the time, but he’ll never initiate it in case you get annoyed

but you always hold him because he’s cute and he just dies

kisses are always meaningful

sometimes he’ll just kiss you so slowly and so passionately that you have to remind him that y’all need to breathe 

will buy you anything and everything like money grows on trees (because it kinda does when endeavor is your father)

“I got you that necklace you wanted”

“baby, i only glanced at it. it was $300″

“do you want me to get another one?”

you have to put a price limit on the gifts

he’ll call you these cringy but endearing names like “love of my life” “beloved” “my darling” “my heart” “sweetness” and you don’t have the heart to tell him they embarrass you sometimes

will error.exe when you call him babe or baby

will crash when you compliment his eyes

you’re the only contact in his phone with a picture (he took it when you weren’t looking shhh)

out of the three, he gets the most jealous surprisingly

it’s because he’s a bit insecure about himself as a partner and probably thinks there’s someone better who doesn’t have all this baggage but then he sees someone flirt with you and he can’t help but think they’re not even worth the ground you walk on 

will stare knives into the person’s head 

they feel the heat of his stare and scurry off before he acts on his temper and before you can understand what’s going on

the most knowledgable about your battles with hate crimes, microaggressions, etc.

you tend to read a lot when you’re forced to live in isolation for 3/4ths of your life

is your ally and won’t ever let you forget that

speaks on issues so you don’t always have to, he knows it can be tiresome

the most intimate act is sharing cold soba

when you slurp it down, he knows he’s found the one