#but life is unpredictable

[opt1gan]

Two movies I like

[lovepassionheart]

[queerquaintrelle]

Wicked (novel by Gregory Maguire) my playlists master post

[seiwas]

Of course I forgot to send in the cute birthday celebration challenge forgive meee 😭 (but omg no pressure to answer if the birthday girl isn’t feeling up for it!!)

But let’s try…

Sun + Moon for our blasty boy Bakugo 👀

you catch katsuki in the in-betweens.

he’s grown suspicious of it—you know he out of all people would notice; but you neither confirm nor deny that it’s intentional.

there’s something about katsuki in that sliver of space and time right before sunrise and sunset—right before the shift into something new.

“someone’s excited,” you sneak up behind him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as you kiss his cheek.

he grumbles before giving you a side-eye, cheeks turning a shade darker under the twilight. his lips part slightly as if he’s about to say something, but he tuts instead, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth—no sharpness, no bite.

you look at him curiously, hanging on to the stillness of the hour.

today is supposed to be a busy day—the start of a long trip for you and katsuki; the start of his first ever long trip, actually.

“somethin’ on my face or some shit?”

you snap out of staring, gaze falling straight into his—vermillion red softened into a deep mauve amidst the blue light.

this is why you do it—

the perpetual frown on his face is gone, the tightness of his jaw loosened. there’s a look in his eyes that tells you there’s been something on his mind for a long, long while.

—this is why you catch katsuki in the in-betweens.

you give him a small smile, a little mischievous as you lean in and peck him on the nose.

“now you do,” you giggle as you inch closer on the wooden step.

he rubs his nose immediately, checking for smudges of lipstick, “fuckin—“

“just all my lovin’,” you tease.

you’re half expecting him to get back at you for it—to tickle you or smother you in kisses of his own; katsuki can be aggressive in love, a fact you’ve come to know well over the years.

but he doesn’t.

instead, he stares. a few paused seconds that feel slowed down to eternity. there’s the look again, like something’s been on his mind, combined with the look people say he only has for you.

suddenly, you feel nervous—for what, you don’t know, but your hand searches for his out of instinct. it’s damp when your palm sticks against his, his fingers intertwining with yours like a habit of his own.

he turns your clasped hands over, catching view of the back of yours.

it stays quiet for a few moments—a side of him you only see in times like this. you know there’s a war waging on in his head, a decision he’s been mulling over just waiting to be spilled out.

you know because katsuki only ever sits out before sunrise when he has a lot on his mind.

“you okay?” you whisper.

he hums, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb, “just thinkin’.”

“you can tell me…” you nudge, “…if you want,” the butterflies in your stomach flapping harder.

you hold your breath.

he chuckles, that damn attractive half-sigh, “don’t know how yet.”

and you think you know what it is—a conversation you have every now and then, always with open-ended conclusions. katsuki has his issues, and so do you—

“just say it how it is,”

you never pressed him for answers, fully content to live at the pace he wanted because you loved him and that was enough.

—but when katsuki looks at you like this, like you’re everything gone right in his life, it’s hard not to think about the possibilities of more.

tears begin to collect along your waterline as he leads your hand into his pocket, your fingertips grazing a small velvet box.

you choke up, tears falling as you pout.

“woke up in the middle of the night with a fuckin’ god awful migraine,” he starts, wiping your tears with his thumb, “so i thought i’d go for a run, y’know, sweat it out and shit.”

you nod, listening.

“but when i got out of bed, you started mumblin’ my name,” he takes a deep breath, “thought you were awake, honestly, but you didn’t say anythin’ when i asked what you needed.”

“looked like you had a nightmare, so i went back to bed, and—” he pauses, collecting his words as he breathes out, “—you hugged me n’—”

his eyes gloss over as he tucks you into his side.

“—you told me you loved me.”

it’s not anything new—you both know that; you tell him you love him all the time. but—

“fuck, i’m ramblin’,” he half chuckles again.

“i love that about you too,” you sniffle, half-giggling as you nudge his chin with your nose.

you intentionally catch katsuki in the in-between’s because you love the side of him that comes out when he’s a little loose-lipped; a little less tense from all the day’s worries. you love the way he rambles, how he goes off on a tangent when he’s especially passionate about something.

he gives you a look so soft, your heart swells.

a small smile makes its way to katsuki’s face as he grips your hand tighter.

“couldn’t go back to sleep ‘cause all i was thinkin’ about was how to keep it this way forever.”

you’ve pictured this moment a few times before, all in different scenarios, situations, locations—always with the note that even if it didn’t happen, you’d be okay.

but now you have this: you and katsuki, on the wooden steps right by your garden bathed in twilight.

“decided on it for a while, just didn’t know when would be right,” he fishes the box out of his pocket, fiddling with it as he takes your hand in his other one.

“i know you said that lovin’ me was enough, but forever’s a fuckin’ long time,” he half-chuckles again, a little choked up, “you didn’t think i’d let you waste that on some loser who won’t even ask you to marry him, did you?”

you don’t think you’re coherent when you respond, a mess of tears and all the love you can pour out. katsuki doesn’t even get to show you the ring before you tackle him, nodding into his chest.

it doesn’t matter, anyway—

it was more than enough that he even asked.

n/a: thank u for sending this prompt erika!!! i am so rusty but i am writing this with all the katsuki feelings in me, my heart could burst!!!! sun & moon = twilight just because of the presence of both during that hour; i also just think it’s such a delicate balance to have—which i think also describes their relationship! katsuki has commitment issues 🥲 sorry, i love writing him in the process of healing ajkdndkd also !!! i also think katsuki can be romantic in his own way like wdym he reads all those shoujo mangas … there is stored romance in that boy . maybe not the smooooothest but yk. it works. and also, he wasn't rlly planning on proposing at this moment (more during the trip) but !! just felt right yk?

[ahb-writes]

"And I'm not gonna tell you, here, how to live your life. I'm just saying, I guess, that I got very lucky. You know, I'm looking at a strange and unpredictable future in a tough business with rules that I'm not completely familiar with, and when I become familiar with them, I, you know, I don't know whether I like them that much."

(Anthony Bourdain, quoted in Roadrunner: A Film About Anthony Bourdain)

[deerest-deer]

lottie + hugs

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

As an Autistic Person, I spent years trying to overcome my anxiety, only to realise that I was an autistic person in a non-autistic world....

Neurodivergent_lou

[littleelvenguy]

The sun

The stars

The moon

The sea

Earth

Pluto

And this fuckass car, babyyyy!

[rovermcfly]

why do the night at the museum sequels insist on showing us that larry has a family and true happiness at the museum and then every single time they go "but he can't keep it!! he must move on!" like what the fuck!!! just let him stay! what is the lesson I'm supposed to take away here!!

[mourningliliesmorningglories]

no one told me adulthood would be eating risotto alone in one of the best italian restaurants in porto, reading drarry fan fiction

[iristial]

The front and back covers for the Eat Happiness!? photobook

[queerstudiesnatural]

hi my trans people <3 i love you so much <3 your mere existence is a bright light in this world. it's a testament to how incredible and varied human beings are. you are so awesome and don't you ever forget that <3

[lee-minhoe]

☆

[elizakai]

i love the MTTRIO because they are all judgy hypocritical little shits living off of spite and appy juice

[opal-owl-flight]

"(...and what if the storms never end? What then?)"

"We will keep choosing to stay. Always and forever."

3 isnt a fan of strong storms. Its a force of nature that brings destruction, yet they cant do anything against it. That and... it reminds them of events in Project Piranesi.

[conkreetmonkey]

Asking because I've been obsessing over the logistics and "what ifs" of a hypothetical transition and have a grocery list of hypothetical goals (passable voice, beard/chest hair removal, pre-learn how girl clothes work, etc), as well as a ton of research into different kinds of HRT and studies/anecdotes about how to make it work better, and part of me feels like... should I not just let go, roll with whatever comes, and just enjoy it?

I'm not sure how much thought typically goes into these things, or how life-consuming they are... if I'm going back into puberty, which sucked ass the first time, I may as well go in prepared this time, right? Or should I stop obsessing over results and avoiding pubescent awkwardness, and just enjoy the journey? Like, as much as the awkward in-between will suck, is the slow morph into something more comfortable not supposed to be a fun and fulfilling experience? Is trying to minmax something unpredictable worth it?