#i wrote this in school

[feelin-sad-and-gay]

"I don't really think we could work James." "But why?! Just tell me why we can't and i'll leave you alone! Please just tell me!" James looks at Regulus, a pleading, desperate look in his eyes. "Please Regulus. I love you", he whispers, quickly looking away, because he didn't want the other boy to see the tears slowly forming in his eyes.

They were standing infront of each other, just beside the transfiguratuion courtyard. James' class had just ended, when he spotted the younger Black a few meters away from him, walking among the mass of students heading towards the great hall. Now, all students have left, leaving James and Regulus alone in the cold, eerily quiet winter air.

"Don't say that. Please. You and I can't be together. It would never work. Please, just stop trying, I'm begging you."

Icy wind was blowing around the castle, tinting Regulus' cheeks pink. Silent tears were running down them, making their way down his neck, but he made no effort in wiping them off. His eyes had an undefinable, slightly pleading look to them and James wanted, more than anything, to step forward and gently wipe those tears away, but he knew he couln't. Not right now. It broke his heart. "Please Reggie."

He tried anyway. He always did. Always trying, never really loosing hope.

"No. I can't. I'm sorry. I am the new heir James. I am to be the perfect son and marry some pureblood girl. I can't afford to just do whatever I want to. The pressure lies on me now and if I mess up or disobey, they are going to destroy everything. Barty, Evan, Sirius, you... All of you. Everyone important to me. Do you understand that James?" James stared, his own tears falling freely now, but he didn't care anymore. The frustration and fear in Regulus' eyes scared and hurt him in a way he's never expierienced before.

This time he couldn't stop himself from stepping forward and pulling the smaller boy into his arms, who immediatly gave up any restraint, burying his face in the crook of James' shoulder, letting himself be comforted by the gentle hand stroking his back.

"We'll get through this together, Reg. I promise you. We can do this. I love you so much." He felt Regulus faintly nod against his neck and hid his own face in Regulus' fluffy black hair, letting himself be comforted by the warm body pressed against his own.

[lazylittledragon]

'i'll just do a couple of doodles of mombin™/platonic stobin parents' nevermind, borderline graphic novel

[anglerflsh]

"people didn't get canceled before these sjw" Dante put all the people he disliked in literal hell

[uhhh-ghouls007]

Something I always thought was cool about the Frankenstein story is the details of Victor creating the creature, like he’s doing it just to prove he can- haphazardly stitching and stapling limbs of strangers together to create a bastardized monster. In every movie the creature is so gnarly because he’s not meant to loved, even by his creator, and he has scars and bolts stuck in his neck (sometimes) to show it

AND something I really love in Lisa Frankenstein is that while Lisa didn’t physically bring the creature to life she dedicates all of hers to protect and nurture him back to humanity. She loves him. And she’s a professional seamstresses so when she replaces his body parts—with those of people who have hurt her, ending their lives to further resurrect the creature so he can become the partner she longs for— it’s done delicately and purposefully and intimately and lovingly. Oh my god. In this essay I will

[anna-scribbles]

if the agrestes weren't rich i think that gabriel would be the normal one. like gabe's problem is that he stopped running into natural limits due to absurd wealth and his obsessive nature led him to develop some kind of god complex where he won't accept that anything is out of his control. I think that if gabe was broke again and just simply couldn't afford to go on an international goose chase for ancient magic artifacts of untold power, if he had to work a 9-5 to live and couldn't just disappear into his basement lair to commit domestic terrorism and say evil monologues to himself, then he would be way more normal. he'd just be some guy. he might even let himself have a mowhawk again. but I think that emilie would be way LESS normal if they weren't rich. like emilie needs so many people to be obsessed with her so much all the time in order for her to function. and gabe would still have his toxic codependent obsession with her, sure, but that wouldn't be nearly enough. emilie has to be at the center of the world's spotlight at all times because she doesn't know how to exist if she's not performing. anyway all this to say I am so certain that if the agrestes were not disgustingly wealthy, emilie agreste would one million percent be running a massive family vlogger youtube channel

[tsururoach]

you ship ryomina because ryoji is a disaster of a bisexual. I ship ryomina because of the beauty of a suicidal boy that can love life enough that death can agree.

[rookflower]

nightheart's unique problem.

[u3pxx]

i had to search up cooking/food-related pictures of these three for this isn't that fun. also i want EXPLANATIONS in the tags i want ARGUMENTS i want STRONG OPINIONS about who can fry the most PERFECT egg i want FIGHTING i want to go LAY DOWN AND SLEE

[gazkamurocho]

"I win." Part 1

[marimbles]

a handsome boy with too much time on his hands

[dejwrld]

the topic of colorism within the black community will never be understood until people understand that it's deeper than being bullied in high school and dating preferences.

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

Hello may 31th anon! Look at that, another year behind us and a new one to come. Have a nice day! ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡

[treasuringizu]

tags: kind of pervert izuku? reader is a virgin. izuku has dirty thoughts abt reader, thinks about doing all sorts of things to you. thinks about having sex with you, cumming inside of you, tasting you. doesn’t actually do any of that stuff to reader. lmk if i missed anything! not edited. nsfw!!! 18+

i think izuku would be very obsessed with taking your virginity.

like,, you guys are hovering in the space between close friends and lovers, the line a little too fuzzy at times. all he knows is that, he really really loves you, and that he wants more, and he wants you to want it too.

he’s already beyond crazy about you, and when izuku finds out that you’re a virgin, well, he goes a little insane.

he thinks, that he wants to be your first. he needs to be your first. he needs to be the first one to hold you in his hands — in his scarred arms. the first to touch and feel every single inch of your body, to memorize every single dip and crevice. first to run his mouth all over you, to taste what your skin feels like with his tongue and savor it for as long as he can.

izuku needs to be the first to feel you under the weight of his body, to feel how soft and pliant he knows you would be for him. needs to be the first to watch you come undone for him — under him — needs to see what you look like when you’re too fucked out of it to form any coherent sentences, to make any sense because you’re too drunk on the pleasure. first to whisper inside your ear that it’s alright, he’ll take care of you. he’ll make sure you’re okay, that you feel good.

he needs to be the first to know the face you make when you cum for him, the sounds that will fall out from your beautiful lips. needs to be the first to know what you feel like squeezing around his fingers, sucking his cock in. the first to cum inside of you, to paint your insides with him, mark you all for himself. he needs to be the first to make you fall apart all over his cock, the first to give you all the pleasure and more that he knows you deserve.

izuku knows, that he needs to be your first, and he knows damn well that he needs to be your last.

[crybaby-bkg]

after a shower, you usually like to lay in the bed naked for a while. you forgo the towel because, damnit, you’re in your own home now with your two pro hero boyfriends. you’re more protected than you would’ve ever imagined.

it’s become a routine between you all though, one no one usually protests. it can either end in naked cuddling or something more, and it’s fine with you either way. nobody really complains except Bakugou, but you know that it’s only because he wants to lay in the middle secretly.

as you lay in bed, air drying after your shower and scrolling on your phone, you hear the door open. you can hear Kiri and Bakugou talking amongst themselves, probably surprised that they had gotten off at the same time before they start seeking you out. and what a sight they’re greeted to.

Kirishima grins automatically, hurriedly taking off his mask before he dives for the bed. you screech when you see his hulking form damn near flying over you before he lands on you, knocking the breath from your lungs. you can hear Bakugou chiding him about almost breaking the fucking bed, and your own protests are smothered in his hairy chest and your own giggling.

by the time Kiri rolls off of you, he’s already started shimmying out of his pants and kicking them off. you roll on your side to watch him, grinning and laughing all the while, hearing Bakugou bump about in the bathroom.

In seconds, is Kirishima naked, despite still being covered in grime and soot. he drags you into his embrace even though your protests are smothered once more. both of your fronts are pressed together and you wiggle your arm out to wrap around his neck.

“Why are you naked?” Bakugou asks with a frown when he emerges, standing in his own boxers with his hands on his hips. you look over your shoulder at him and he’s so obvious to read.

“Just showered.” You mumble against the thickness of Kiri’s biceps pressing into your mouth, grinning. Bakugou clicks his tongue at you before rolling his eyes to the redhead.

“What’s your excuse?” He directs to Kiri next, who smushes his cheek against your own and squeezes you even closer.

“You know how much I love skin to skin, Kat.” He says with a wistful sigh, making you chuckle softly. Bakugou only snorts before he strips out of his own boxers and starts climbing into the bed behind you.

“Not a damn baby,” he grumbles, despite how he pulls you both in to cradle you against him. Kirishima pecks you both on the lips, proclaiming,

“You’re both my babies.” He whispers. Bakugou kicks him in the shin, and you know it’s because he must be flushed all the way down to his chest. you can only laugh, and squeeze your boys even closer to you.

[t00thpasteface]

had a fun little tony hawk moment at lunch

[tariah23]

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