#he def does

[alltheliars]

do you think travis watches live streams of the eras tour

[saetoru]

miss tee i have a question 🎤

what’re reader’s parents thoughts on rich boy!gojo

love him? hate him? is one charmed by him while the other is kinda like 🙄

omg someone asked me ab this once too 🥹 and sometimes i wanna give reader a back story w parents but also im like mmm idk some ppl don’t like that it doesn’t feel as x reader to them if i give them a home life they can’t imagine

but i imagine that if reader did have parents that meet him they’re just all flustered and jittery around him trying to make him comfortable in their humble home compared to what he’s grown up in—and then he rolls up his sleeves and asks ur mom if you’d like help washing and drying the dishes (he insists that he helps you all the time, he’s got this!) and he’s rambling away about you and how cool you are and how well they raised you (and then he goes: but they are a bit mean tho, thats the only complaint) they’re just charmed by how he’s not this spoiled asshole like they thought he’d be

[prnkill]

do you guys think val sticks his tongue in food like a moth would

[itoshi-s]

rin gets u an anklet with his initial on it :/ kisses right next to it when he has u in a mating press :/

[choosesomethingbabe]

I am by no means a Matty Healy/The 1975 fan, but there's no way those tiktok claims are real. If it were, the creator wouldn't have music overlaying it

[yugiohz]

Dabi might keep his past a secret but the league definitely know he (used to have) siblings

[arinmoss]

Mr. Elliott Stardew Valley

[bruciemilf]

I wonder how many times Clark and the batkids + Alfred revived Bruce with the Lazarus Pit and just never told him abt it

[hawkinsindiana]

steve "puts hands on face" harrington

[laiiaaa]

grocery trips with Carmen are so special to me. u don't understand.

When he lived alone he rarely bothered to make dignified trips—this much you knew, because the first time you were over his old apartment you had to ask if he ate anything in his time off. All he had was a sad loaf of bread, some condiments, chips, and a few cans of soda. But now that you’re living together, in a new place with a new fridge and a new kitchen, he takes it very seriously. 

He keeps a handwritten list so he doesn’t forget anything, he has a steadfast route he follows every time, and he leads the way while you push the cart and trail behind. Definitely gets caught in his own world looking at produce, but keeps a hand tethered to the end of the cart just to make sure you’re still there. Mumbles to himself about how the fuckers keep hiking up the prices for stuff that’s in season, and if you ask him what he said, he’ll just tell you, “It’s nothin’, baby” and go right back to talking to himself with a furrowed brow. 

He’s exceedingly particular about how he arranges the cart, stares at it for a few seconds when he adds a few things just to make sure everything computes. But every time, he looks back at you with a half smile before moving a few steps closer and pressing a kiss to your forehead, or your cheek, or your temple, as his hand rubs affectionately on your shoulder. He can’t get enough of the way you trail behind him, arms leaning against the cart’s handle as you chat about your plans for the week, or the hot goss at work, or anything else that piques your interest. He just wants to listen to what’s on your mind while he ticks off products on his list.

A bittt of a control freak, too. Not in the sense that he won’t let you do anything or pick up a snack you want, just that he has to work it into his route first. Doesn’t like it when you wander off to grab something right away and he honestly gets insecure about it, starts thinking he’s boring you or taking too long or that he’s being too hard on you.

“It took me ten seconds, Carm, it was just in the next aisle.”

“No, no, I know that, I just, um…” He nods his head persistently, hands on his hips and eyes downcast—that classic look he gets when he’s thinking too hard about something. “Y’know, if—you don’t have to come, if you don’t want to…y’know I can—” Stumbling for the way to word the thoughts he can’t fully wrap his head around himself. "If you don't like it—"

“Hey—” You wait for him to meet your eyes, and when he does, you soften. Stepping close to him, you pry one of his hands away and instead tangle it with yours. “C'mon, I love doing this with you, y’know?”

He lets out a careful breath, and his chest relaxes at your tenderness.

“I want to be here, just following you around. I just wanna spend time with you, okay Bear?”

He pauses, has to swallow what you say before he can respond. “Yeah,” he nods, “Okay.”

“Good.” 

When you press a kiss to his cheek, he gives one right back to you, keeps it sweet and brief as a soft smile curls at the corners of his mouth, chest warm and calm before getting back to business. 

Does not, under any circumstances, let you pay. Won't let you open your purse. Doesn’t want you lifting even a finger to line up items on the conveyor belt. No, not that bag of chips you snagged, either. If you start helping he’ll nudge you away from the cart and take your spot, or just take whatever you’re holding out of your hands while shooting you a look.

“I got it, baby.”

“But I wanna help.”

“Uh-uh, I’m takin’ care of it—”

“I can lift a bag of apples—”

He raises his brows again and cocks his head to the side, making you freeze. “Just lemme do it for us, aight?”

You huff but concede anyway. “Fine.”

Yet another kiss to your temple, and he’s pulling out his wallet to grab his card. “Thank you, baby.”

After that it’s borderline criminal for you to even think about helping. He pushes the cart to the car, loads the bags in the trunk, drives home, carries the groceries up to the apartment, stocks everything where it belongs. Kisses you sporadically along the way, maybe lets himself get distracted when you pull him back for more. Just maybe.

He takes care of it—all of it—for you, because you being with him makes him more content than he’s ever been, and ever thought he could be. He's so in awe of you that nothing feels like quite enough to express it.

[ofukitty]

GUYS GUYS A TOTALLY REAL POSTER I FOUND TODAY LOOK!!! (ofc im kidding but still hehe)

[ekat-fandom-blog]

Jack decides he needs a bit of time away from family to mourn the loss of his one sided friendship with Vlad and Vlad's death. So he takes a trip to Gotham. On this trip, he runs into Damian and Tim, who are convinced he's Captain Marvel in disguise.

Meanwhile, Jason's also run into Jack as he's coming into his ghost powers. Jason starts freaking out because someone just saw him when his new powers started glitching. Panicking only worsens the situation as now he can't figure out how to get his foot un-caught in the cement.

Jack, despite not knowing if this kid is a halfa or not, decides to give him advice based on how Danny told him his powers work. It works.

Now, Jason has a sort-of mentor that he didn't ask for but definitely needs, and Jack has something to do while he sorts out his feelings on the whole Vlad-was-never-his-friend thing.

Eventually, Damian and Tim catch them while Jack is trying to explain how Jason might have a second form. While Jack explains, Jason just transforms. His ghost form isn't what either expected. Jack was expecting something similar to Danny's or Vlad's. Not a winged little kid with a mask.

To be honest, this just solidifies that this guy is Captain Marvel for Damian and Tim. Obviously he decided to teach Jason magic.

[b4kuch1n]

simulated earth (it does not matter)

transcript

[saint-end]

drunk lipstick shenanigans

[ride-a-dromedary]

[Do you have people out there somewhere? Family? Friends? A lover, perhaps?]

[antiwhores]

Non consensual somnophilia vibes yall.

Creep!Bakugou who sniffs your panties when you’re asleep… while they’re on you. But don’t worry, he waited until you two were dating to do this (without you knowing of course)

On everything he huffs loud as hell too. Like deep fucking breaths.

And if he’s feeling a lil cray cray he’ll lift your panties to the side and sniff your cunt too.

What can he say? He’s just is addicted to your scent.