#i think it was bc corpse husband dropped some new music or something but the TIMING

[meowthiroth]

now seems like as good a time as any to remember that time back in february when twitter trending did a thing and almost took me the fuck out

[edengarden]

heyooo, could i request a normal BNHA matchup?

I’m a 5’2 gay male, black hair, freckles, green eyes, sort of on the chubby side? I sometimes wear glasses and either dress like a hobo, middle school boy, or femboy lol.

Anyways besides looks- I’m kind of,,, weird. I’m pagan, and I really like nature even though I’m kind of a germaphobe when it comes to being outside.I’m autistic so there's that, It’s usually hard for me to make new friends bc I come on rather,,, strong and hate the awkward first meeting phase. But when I do manage to make friends I’m always there for them in whatever they need and always do my best to help them through their problems (if they want) or just listen. I’m also selectively mute, but when I do talk I usually have a stutter, so I prefer to listen to other people talk. But when I do talk it’s usually about my special interests or something I'm into like Star Wars (a really big one atm), snakes, and the colour yellow. Speaking of snakes, I have a snake named Shigaraki and a tarantula named Princess :)

Some negative traits about me… I can be quite a jealous person. And I have these sort of sad episodes? I’ll kind of stay in my head and overthink waaayyy too much so that’s not fun. Oh another thing, I usually have a hard time telling when I should back off? Like I constantly worry about if I’m being ‘too much’ or if I should give my partner or friends some space. Oh and I’m reeallyy bad at bringing myself down and talking negatively about myself casually. And I’m hella self conscious lol-

Some things I enjoy,,, I don't do much besides work, but when I have free time I enjoy writing for my friend, story-based video games, and I really like cooking. When I have time to relax, I like to read manga and Harry potter, I don’t really read many new books anymore. Kinda random but I also enjoy knitting too lol. My hogwarts house is Slytherin, and I’m a capricorn :)

My music taste is… a bit complicated. On one hand, half of my playlist is Steven Universe songs, then I have stuff at every end of the spectrum like Dean Martin, Mother Mother, Savage Ga$p, Freddie Dredd, Corpse Husband, and a variety of J-Pop artists (don’t come for me, J-Pop is better than K-Pop), and a few random sorta indie songs scattered around my playlist. Atm my favorite songs are Verbatim, Escapism (from SU), Line Without A Hook, and Inertia.

What I look for in others, hmmm, I guess someone who can carry a conversation and is good at like, picking up on things ya know? Someone who can be really patient with me and stuff, someone who loves kids, oh and someone who’s willing to watch Star Wars with me, thats a big one lmao.

Something I’d avoid would be a disrespect of others boundaries, a really judgy person, like someone who hates on others or something they do for literally no reason, and someone who’s unnecessarily hateful to babies/toddlers/kids. Idk that one just bothers me a lot lol. And someone who gets frustrated easily, I grew up in a toxic and abusive household so thats a no go for me.

This ones kind of complicated but here’s my quirk!! I came up with it on my own so I really don’t know if someone has something similar,,,

Okay, so my hero name is Hallucino! Similar to Aizawa, my quirk activates when I look at/lock eyes with someone and the effect drops when I blink. So once they’re under the effects of my quirk, I can make them hallucinate and see any sort of setting I want. My signature setting/move is called Vertigo, it’s sort of a trippy LSD setting? So it makes the person nauseous and, well, like they have vertigo. I can create people in the hallucination, but it really wears me out and gives me a migraine. When they’re in that state they can't see the real world, and can faintly hear, but they can feel everything in the outside world. Anyways I think my quirk’s pretty damn cool.

(Wow thats so much I’m so so sorry-- also I hope it’s okay if I copy and paste this and request a Tokyo ghoul matchup? Your work is really amazing please take your time-- also sorry if it’s spaced weird I’m new to tumblr)

You can go ahead and copy paste for TG, yeah!!

Your quirk is AWESOME!! It sounds so cool 👁👄👁 I love it.

I’m matching you up with Mirio!

You got like, THE best person on your side?? An absolute ray of sunshine. He’s SO approachable, like even if he notices you’re a bit shy at first, then he’ll actively make sure that you feel comfortable around him. While buddy boy does that to everyone, he always looks forward to talking to you specifically. He LOVES when you start talking about the things that you love. He could just sit there, and listen and soak in all the information. And then when he reminds you that he WAS indeed listening by referencing to something, and your eyes light up? Mirio could cry.

I feel like this guy has little to no sense of personal bubble? I mean his quirk doesn’t exactly allow it, either... what I mean by this is that it takes a lot for Mirio to be scared off, so your autism? Not a problem, he’ll learn and he’ll be good to go. Your lack of ability to tell when to back off? He might never need to actually talk to you abt it, but if he does he knows exactly how to talk abt it in a way that won’t hurt you.

MIRIO INTERACTING WITH KIDS WILL GIVE YOU BABY FEVER I AM WARNING YOU. This guy is so sweet to kids and wowow- he’s so patient and kind and you see him at his best (and worst) and you’d fall for him so far, and sometimes you may find yourself wondering how or if he feels the same way towards you but what you don’t know is just like you’re watching him when his attention is somewhere else, he does the same for you. And if you could just see the lovesick expression on his face I swear- buddy is so deep in.

Songs!!! (Y’ALL ARE IN SOFT TERRITORIES BITCH)

- Love Like You, Steven Universe

- Sofia, Clairo

- Sad Song, Michael Barrow & The Tourists

- Soul Love, David Bowie

[rainbowderpturtle]

Crime & Marriage: a Dutch/Hosea fic

A/N: hmm well i haven’t written a thing in 500,000 years, but here’s some old gay cowboys i guess. just a short fluffy little conversation i had in my head about [frank sinatra voice] crime and marriage, crime and marriage. no spoilers for the game as far as i’m aware, since this really takes place in an AU where everyone is gay and lives forever and everything is fine. oh and dutch is a bit older than he is in canon bc come on, dude looks younger than arthur, he needs more grey dad hairs

-x-

“You ever think about... gettin’ married, Hosea?”

Dutch pauses meaningfully long before his name--a telltale sign of an incoming storm of emotions, whether good or bad--which triggers Hosea’s smartass self-defense. It’s the only way he knows how to diffuse tension--cracking a few self-deprecating jokes.

“Well, I’m a bit long in the tooth for that, I’m afraid. I don’t expect anyone would take my old bag of bones these days, even if I paid ‘em.”

“No, no no, I mean--” Dutch huffs out a laugh, shakes his head. His voice grows soft. “I mean... to me.”

Hosea looks at Dutch. They’re sitting on the front porch of the house they live in together, reclining in a couple of matching rocking chairs--presents from the two boys they raised. (Neither of them would stop good-naturedly ribbing each other about how old they were getting, until one day Arthur grumblingly said that if they were getting so old, they’d need to get rocking chairs to fall asleep in, as required by Old Man Law.) It’s just after dusk, a rousing bout of sunset-watching having devolved into an even-more-exhilarating session of star-gazing. There’s only the noise of crickets and distant owls and wind shuffling the trees, and if Hosea’s being honest, he had maybe been close to dozing off just before the conversation began. Dutch stares resolutely up, refusing to meet Hosea’s eye, and the moonlight catches his profile beautifully.

“What, married to you?” Hosea snorts. “I hate to break it to ya, Dutch, but we already been married for thirty years.”

Dutch lets out a dismissive grunt and says, “You know what I mean.”

“Actually, I don’t.”

Dutch doesn’t respond for long moment. “I mean, officially,” he says. “Legally. With a priest. And flowers. And those stupid massive cakes that are as ugly as they are unpalatable, and everyone you’ve ever hated is there.”

“Oh, well, when you put it like that,” Hosea says wryly.

Dutch just shrugs in admission, and maybe, Hosea senses, a bit of self-consciousness.

Hosea lets out a long sigh and joins Dutch once again in looking at the stars. “It never bothered me, not having had a ceremony, if that’s what you’re asking. You and I aren’t sentimental men. We agreed we’re together because we’re together, not because some scrap of paper somewhere says so.”

“A’course,” Dutch agrees. “I know we don’t need a ceremony. But haven’t you ever thought... I dunno... that it might be nice? To have one?”

This time, Hosea stares at Dutch until he returns the gaze. “Dutch van der Linde,” he says with a lopsided grin and a sparkle in his eye, “are you askin’ me to marry you?”

Dutch laughs, ducks his head, and looks up at Hosea through his lashes. “I reckon I am, Mr. Matthews.”

They both have a good chuckle at themselves, and Hosea says, “Of course I’ll marry you, ya old fool. I ain’t never been able to say no to you. If a ceremony is what ya want, then a ceremony we will have.”

The grin that stretches across Dutch’s face wrinkles his nose and the corners of his eyes. “It’s gonna be the silliest waste of time you ever saw. We’ll wear fancy suits. There will be confetti.”

“Ugh,” Hosea says. “Just promise me there won’t be any dancing.”

“Oh, loads.”

“Ha. You snake.”

“Since both’a our daddies are long been in the ground, we’ll have to get our sons to walk us down the aisle.”

Hosea hums. “I call dibs on Arthur.”

Giggling helplessly, Dutch chuckles out, “I’m gonna tell John you said that.”

“Oh, I’m sure he won’t bat an eye. That boy’s been grounded in my book for going on fifteen years now.”

Still grinning, Dutch laces his fingers through Hosea’s, and brings his hand up to kiss the other man’s knuckles. “Thank you. Hosea.” Hosea feels the movement of Dutch’s lips against the back of his hand.

They stay like that, holding hands, for a while longer. Hosea winds up thinking about it. Really thinking about it. About Dutch in an unreasonably flamboyant new suit that he picked out himself despite Hosea’s (and everyone else’s) protests. About Hosea himself being in a normal, simple black and white affair, something that he already owns, and who cares if it’s secondhand, and it isn’t properly tailored, and okay, Dutch, maybe he stole it off of a corpse at a funeral, but it’s still good. He thinks about a small gathering, despite whatever Dutch might say, of their little handful of family and close friends, the people they love most in this world. About a short and quiet party with champagne and gentle music and no cake and Hosea’s favorite kind of homemade pie instead. About retiring back to their home they own together, arms linked, while it’s still early in the evening.

Hosea stands and tugs Dutch up with him. “Gettin’ chilly,” he says, wrapping his free arm around Dutch’s waist and pressing themselves together, chest-to-chest. “Oughta get inside.”

Dutch hums in agreement and kisses him. “Can’t have my fiancé catchin’ a cold before our wedding.”

They shuffle into the house together, side by side, unwilling to drop their arms from around each other, and Hosea says, “Come on, future husband. We got a lotta plannin’ to do.”