#dear god i love them

[hushed-chorus]

Back on my Justified shit

[problematicraccoon]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟlittle things about my skz dr that i'm excited about <3

going on little dates with one of the guys, then coming home to see the rest of them watching out the window cause they're nosy as fuck. then they all hide behind the wall when they see i've caught them.

showing them my minecraft world i share with my little brother Eric.

them featuring in my youtube videos and vice versa.

making them laugh <3

them watching me and my dance crew perform and going absolutely batshit feral in the front row lmao.

them commenting stuff like "THATS MY MFING GIRLLLLLLLLLL" and "SLAY GIRLQUEENPUSSYBOSS" on my insta posts (i feel like Changbin, Jisung and Felix will be the ones to say what i said above lmao)

them hyping my outfits up when i get ready to go out.

late night car rides and snack runs.

cozy nights in together playing video games, cooking, house chores, or just talking until 3am.

CHRISTMAS IN OUR NEW HOUSE.

CHRISTMAS AT MY MOM'S HOUSE T0T.

taking my boys home to meet my family, watching them interact, showing them my childhood home, my mom telling them embarrassing stories from when i was a girl, them meeting my mom's doggies (Hemingway, Socrates, Lucille and Tucker teehee)

waking up in the morning to skz gc spam and backreading it over coffee like the morning paper.

getting to listen to their music before it gets officially released.

SITTING IN 3RACHA'S LAP IN THE STUDIO AS THEY WORK.

watching Minho slowly try and steal my cat Minka from me lmfao T0T.

going live with Hyunjin, Seungmin and Felix and attempting to bake cookies together like that one live in my cr (ifykyk).

my dance crew (aka my closest dr friends) making fun of me for being so down bad for the guys.

rizzing Chris's fine ass up and watching him melt into a puddle of giggles.

INSIDE JOKES INSIDE JOKES INSIDE JOKES INSIDE JOKES.

smooching Felix's freckles. yes every single last one i am DETERMINED.

camp outs in the living room.

being a part of the SKZ Puppy PileTM

being there for them when they get overwhelmed; ie, getting water and cutting up fruit for them and bringing it to them either in the home dance studio or recording studio to make sure they're taking care of themselves. doing their assigned chore for them while they take a much needed nap. cooking for them. listening when they need to vent. just holding them when they dont have the energy to talk about it.

calling them my babygirls just to see how they react LMFAOFJIEJ

[charmercharm3r]

bestie did u hear minsung’s want so bad 😭 instantly had me thinking of phases and how badly in love they are, the YEARNINGGG

IM IN PAAAAAAINNNN IT WAS SO FUCKING SAPPY I LOVE IT. platonically in love, romantically in love, soul mate in love, it doesn’t matter what kind, they just so soo in love🥺

[143bc]

Can’t take them anywhere 🌹❤️

[wangjisung]

thinking about wille's breakdown looking at himself on that 1700's prince costume just to be kissed by simon on that very same costume a few hours later. like just connecting this two occurrences. how everything he realises he is and that makes him cry that way and makes him think everything's ruined still isn't enough to actually keep simon away from him and isn't enough to keep HIM away from simon because just as simon is symbolically accepting him through that kiss, he is questioning which behaviours are an obligation to him because of that and which ones he's gotta go against anyways because he's gonna do it HIS way. that's crazy guys that's literally the ending they gave it to us in the middle of the show already and its so perfect

[generalforthetree]

Friend 1: [calls me] Do you want me to buy this Pride pin for you?

Me: yes please ;v;

2 hours later

Friend 2: [at the same place but a different shop] okay which Pride pin do you want-

Me: [happy crying]

[kairamuwu]

Rahhh what if- what if stareater desert duo comic based on dialogue @skimmeh sent me

They're t4t for real-

Closeups/cropped version & skimmehs dialogue below 👍

[almondpiglet]

practicing stuff with rei n seris steampink outfits

[ruporas]

green haired guy that has haunted my character types for 10+ years

[cinnabon0]

"Esperar pra ver"

I have long wanted to draw something related to this song and these two (God, this song is already like their own anthem, I immediately think of them when I hear this song..)

[carbscartoons]

Eddie is not subtle haha. This takes place after the song "Just So."

[capitalisticveins]

Imagine when Dear and Lasko first met at orientation he kept stumbling over his words and trying say “hope you enjoy the Academy” but accidentally said “enjoy your stay” and freaked out bc he said it like a hotel receptionist and when they finished talking Dear js kept thinking “how is he single???” and blushing☺️☺️☺️

[cspcrashing]

⚖️: it's been a year since, hasn't it ? … time moves fast.

🌱: is that your way of saying you can't get enough of my company ?

⚖️: heh. do you need my attention this badly ?

🌱: how can i, when you spoil me so ?

… sleep, general. we will still be here tomorrow.

[tired-demonspawn]

not me being obsessed with serizawa using the business cards from the OVA as weapons. simply couldnt be me

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Parallel Lines and Brothers.

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[willowser]

you don't know how much comfort your dragon king bkg drabble has given me ever since you posted it!! i keep reading it i love it sm 🥹

as it turns out, the man bakugou is — a bit harder to handle.

he sleeps like a heathen; you once thought the dragon bakugou to be a bit lazy, with how often he tended to curl up in the fields of grass, warm under the sun, but now — it would seem his little human form needs significantly less rest.

almost up all hours of the day, and when he does finally lay down, he's everywhere. a mess of limbs: one thrown carelessly out to the side and the other bent at an angle you can't believe doesn't hurt his joints. his head stays tucked into you somehow, either buried in your neck or pressed against your ribs — or you'll wake to find him nose-to-nose with you. he still snores like a dragon, however.

you're also beginning to wonder if there is a bottom to the pit of his stomach. he ate much before, whole fields of things, but you expected that appetite to dwindle, at least a little, now that his stomach has decreased considerably in size. and in number ? you're not even sure how many stomachs a dragon has; that's not something that was mentioned in the fairytales.

it burns through him quickly, gives him more energy than he needs, and it doesn't ever seem to affect his weight much. already, he's huge and thick with muscle and eating as much as he does never dulls the severity of his cut abdomen. not that you're looking all that much.

— not that you have a choice not to, as he seems to have little-to-no understanding of —

the door to the bathhouse kicks open, with enough force that you already know who it is without ever turning to look. you try not to shriek when you see him, because he seems to like that in some evil, impish way.

you've been alone to wash so far, thankfully, as the inn you'd managed to find was small and far enough out from the nearest kingdom that the occupancy was low — enough for you and your little brute.

the man bakugou comes to stand in front of the bath, blinking and huffing against the steam. finding clothes for him was — nearly impossible, and so the trousers you'd found hanging on someone's line outside fit above his ankles, a bit too tight around his waist. instead of a shirt, you've wrapped him in a scratchy linen, swaddled him up like a baby to cover the small smattering of scales that decorate his body, almost like freckles from the sun, though they gleam just as bright and red as they ever have. no matter his form.

a horn has started to sprout, on the right side of his forehead, and you've done your best to cover that, too.

you have no idea how long this man thing will last. if it's permanent or if he even has control over it. the last thing you need is for him to switch back, somehow, while you're in the middle of feeding him, absolutely demolishing whatever tavern you're in and calling all of king todoroki's guards to attention.

bakugou grunts, almost sleepy, and tosses a fat, weighty sack onto the edge of the bath. it jingles a certain jingle that makes your heart stop.

"oh, allfather—" you move for the edge, awkwardly keeping one arm against your chest despite the fact that he's seen it all by now. when you peek inside and confirm your fears, you lob it back to him furiously, as if it were a steaming potato. "where do you keep getting this stuff?"

things have started to turn up, miraculously. shiny things — like coins and rings and gems. things he could not have simply found rolling around in the dirt.

"go put it back!" you hiss at him, and the tone of your voice makes his frown deepen. you never realized how pouty he was, when he was still a dragon.

you think he understands you, and you're pretty certain he just chooses not to listen; instead of doing what you've told him in the slightest, he simply dumps the coin-purse to the floor, and then lets his linen and stolen trousers cover it as he unceremoniously undresses.

the biggest issue that you would say the man bakugou poses is — his complete lack of understanding of personal space.

"bakugou!" your voice wavers, shocked again by his nakedness. as if you haven't seen it all by now. "no, you — get out!"

but he does the exact opposite, which is hop into the steaming water, ignoring the arm you hold out to keep him away as he saddles up beside you. skin against scales, pressing a nose into your hair to huff out his annoyance, to make it something you can feel.

if anyone were to walk in right now, they would — probably think the lie you'd told the innkeeper was true. that you are a simple traveler and this is your mute, over-sized husband.

regardless, you think this behavior isn't polite. especially in a public bathhouse.

"bakugou," you try again, turning your face away as you speak to the wood-paneled wall. "i'm taking a bath, you have to wait your turn."

all you receive in response is another huff against your ear and a low rumble of disagreement from his chest.

he has yet to speak back, and has only used inhuman sounds as his points of conversation. the only word you've ever heard him utter is oi, which he does when he really thinks he needs your attention. you're starting to wonder if he's named you that in his head. oi.

curiously, you turn back to him and the movement has him pulling his face from your hair, just enough that he can look down at you, too. watch you, with the red-rippled sea in his eyes.

they're — amazing, you will admit. just as bright and detailed as they always have been. fit for a fairytale told by the fire, veiled by the soft-ash of his lashes. he watches you through them, half-lidded, and you wonder if it's something other than fatigue that has them so heavy.

"do you know what i'm saying?" you ask quietly, voice lacking the firm heat you want it to. instead it's heavy, too, weighted by something soft and unfamiliar and frightening. "can you even understand me?"

bakugou doesn't respond, not with a huff or a rumble or ever a purr, like the one he let out on the night he lay over you by the lake. you've only heard it sparingly since then, oftentimes in his sleep when his face is pressed into you.

you try not to frown at his silence, try not to let it disappoint you because it shouldn't; he's a dragon afterall, and you're not sure what it matters. the little horn protruding from his forehead catches your eye and you reach up to touch it gently, watching him blink away the water that drips from your wrist — and then he's turning into you again, too close.

beneath the water, you feel his hands skate up your bare thighs, wrap around your waist until your chest is pulled flush against his. you feel his huff, again, against the damp skin of your neck but it's slower, lighter. not laced with his frustration. some unknown thing you feel guilty for liking.

you drop your hand to his hair, rushing full force into all the damned things you've thought about doing but have been too afraid to. he's soft between your fingers, and you trace your nails lightly against his scalp until he groans quietly; a new noise, one you don't know how to translate.

your fingers stop when they brush upon little spines that have grown at the base of his skull, that have started to trail down the center of his back.

suddenly, tangled up in the bath with him, you wonder how much time you have left.

bakugou huffs again into your skin, a little fiercer this time, and it's because of his light jostling that you realize how rigid you've gone. you try to relax so that he will, too, though you must not do a convincing job, because a sharp nip comes to your earlobe.

"ow!" you squeal, but he doesn't let you go far, not even as you try to jerk away from him. in fact, the harder you try the more his teeth show: into your cheek and the point of your jaw and then dangerously low on your neck.

it's not until you finally freeze that he stops, huffing again, with a warmth that burns more than the steaming water.

and then, very quietly, he grumbles, "shitty wife," into your collarbone, just before biting you again.