#i love and adore you all

[nerdy-stilinski]

Get to know you game! Answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to know better!

I was tagged by my lovely lovely friends @rosieposiepuddingnpie and @haleapologist

Last song listened to: Underground by Cody Fry (truly this is such a cinematic experience every time it floors me

Currently reading: House of Flame and Shadow by Sarah J. Maas - this crossover event means more to me than Avengers: Infinity War truly

Currently watching: what am i ever watching. teen wolf eternal rewatch. OH MY GOD WAIT. i've been rewatching American Dad. yikes.

Currently obsessed with: i'm finally back into my swing of reading - it ebbs and flows based on how much time i have bc of school but i have been putting up some wild page counts lately :) also stealing this from rosie but the sterek obsession is also still going strong. nobody talk to me about teen wolf i will be weird about it

no pressure tags: @stilinskiderek @elisela @missanniewhimsy @outtoshatter @dear-massacre @raisesomehale

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

A Sappy Post About Being Thankful

Since it’s Thanksgiving here in the US, I just want to say a huge THANK YOU to everyone who’s interacted with me by sending me asks, reading my fics as well as reblogging and commenting on them, and making me feel like I’m appreciated. Y’all are so sweet, and I’m thrilled to have made some wonderful friends and acquaintances. 🥺❤️

Special thank you’s go to:

@wheeler-beretta-harwood @springgirlwaiting4fall @eddie-kingstons-wifey @1dluver13xx @rubyred1980 @bucky-barnes-diaries @plentyoffandoms @legit9thlunaticwarrior @diabloguapos @mycheersricochet @jade-cargills @storiesofsvu @mrsmatt @sunshinevirus @abbyjacksonnn

Y’all specifically have been so sweet to me and extremely helpful! I’ve had the best time interacting with y’all and fangirling over some of our favorite characters/people. I want to thank each and every one of you for thinking of me when those tagging posts/games popped up, for writing all those masterpieces, and for making this blog so fun to run! I love reading your works and chatting with you. But most importantly, I love that each one of you has made me feel included, appreciated, and loved. Y’all are the real MVPs, and I probably would have never started back writing without y’all. This blog just wouldn’t be the same if I hadn’t met any of you. So THANK YOU for everything! I love each and every one of you beyond words. 🥹❣️

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.

[giantkillerjack]

Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".

Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"

And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".

Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.

At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.

So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!

Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!

Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!

Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.

[foccaccia]

im tired of this post

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The girls are here!!!

[thedreadedmobyduck]

anyone mind if my next prompt fic is literally just all about being happy and in love? And maybe low-key hot for each other? cause that seems to be the direction we're headed...

[starwarjotta]

happy Valentine's Day my dears <3 you are all so very lovely

[egophiliac]

C'MON TO THE THEATER!

I love these guys so much. forget NRC, I want to attend their terrible disaster school for disaster children that might actually be plastered on top of the smoking remains of an actively sinking ship. I may or may not actually learn anything, but I will have the time of my life.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 261

“So is no one going to talk about the eldritch space child or…” 

“I mean, do you want to get between a child and Batman? I think the only one who could even get close right now is Superman…” 

“No you’re right, I think- oh my god the eldritch space child is playing with batman’s bat-ears and he’s not doing anything about it what the fuck I thought only Robins could get away with that-” 

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Fics are in the queue!!

Alright y’all I’ve got everything from my masterlist queued up to post from today to October 2!

That post I reblogged earlier was such a good idea that just had to do it. I’ve noticed I have gained some more followers since I’ve started writing and maybe y’all have missed out some stuff. So have no fear! All my works will be making a return to your dash!

And if you only manage to catch one or two, don’t worry! I have a link to my masterlist in each fic so feel free to enjoy these all over again or for the very first time!

I love, adore, and appreciate you all! Now I’m going to get back into writing @rubyred1980 request! It’s shaping up to be the fluffiest and wholesome thing with possibly a little angst if you squint. 😌

[brainrotcharacters]

makes me giggle to think of X2 Logan meeting dp&w Logan when this is a thing

[rendevok]

Act II ~ The Challenge

A tapestry for chapter 2 of Let No One Sleep by @azalawa-scroggs on ao3

[blondie-drawings]

I recently got a bunch of TNG novels at a charity shop and this passage from the FIRST BOOK is making me feel craaaaazy

[anbaisai]

Found another animal that could be Jamil and I had to share it with the world

Evidence Explanation below the cut

(Part 2)