#just reader things

[deadlypoetacademia]

Therapy? Who?? Fictional books with mentally unstable characters having traumatic past and tragedic present.

[the-gay-cousin-666]

I finally picked up The Secret History and after making it through the first hundred pages, this is my journey so far:

I went from "why would they kill Bunny" to "I wish they would kill Bunny sooner"

I realised that the group appears untouchable and above all simply because they're the only people who can stand each other

I hope Francis and Richard fuck just to spite Bunny

Needless to say I'm having fun and I'm intrigued how this shit show will continue.

[ecoamerica]

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[ashisdeadanddying]

My toxic trait is hoping the mc gets hurt just so i get to watch the love interest completely flip their shit

[starfallkaz]

Sometimes I write (quite) eloquent paragraphs & essays analysing characters and metaphors and passages from books that moved me,, sometimes I brainrot word vomit headcanons and theories into my tumblr drafts until I feel physically sick missing imagined people - there is no in between

[themusingsofacurlyhairednerd]

I think having an Illyrian wrap their wings around me would fix me tbh

[ninsiana0]

I dislike posting on TikTok, because of voice dysphoria & the effort of having to film, but my book reviews do so much better there. So. Much. Better.

Alternatively, I love posting on Tumblr, even though I hardly get any interactions, because seven months later a random book review will take off & get a flurry of folks excited about my favorite authors.

[radioactiveglittercatvoid-vi]

*screams like it's the end of the world* *starts sobbing* *heartwrencing heartbroken sobbing*NO. NOOO. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HOW COULD YOU KILL THE SWEET KID???? HOW?? WHY WOULD YOU KILL HIM??? WHY MUST IT BE LIKE THIS??? *sobs harder* *continues the book*

[chaoticcoffeevoid]

Readers are like cats, they like to go inside of boxes ft. my boots.

[dissarraymania]

When you follow someone because you love their writing and THEY FOLLOW YOU BACK EVEN THOUGH ALL YOU DO IS SHIT POST?!

[wroteathingtoday]

I finished The Ravenhood series by Kate Stewart and I need to scream into the void about it???

I am a shell of a human being. I need fanfiction, and I cant find any??? I dont understand. This book hangover is gonna linger, I can just feel it.

You should read it. But also, maybe, dont?

[sapphirecobalt-1]

you ever like finish a fic and you just kinda stare at the wall or the ceiling and think about how you aren't the same person you were before you read said fic?

like maybe the fic somehow fundamentally changed you as a person or maybe it changed your perspective on something or even changed how you see yourself or maybe you just felt something tiny but significant inside you shift and you don't know what changed but you know something about you feels Different™ or maybe you fall somewhere in between

cause I'm just sitting here thinking about how I've been lucky enough to read fics that are all of the above and I'm just feeling a lot of that sliding scale of "I'm not the same person I was before I read this fic" in this chili's tonight

[eccentricmya]

When you simultaneously read a dozen fics with the same trope and pairing that you start confusing what happened in which one

[the-gay-cousin-666]

My favourite fiction trope is when characters can deeply understand each other and be intimate without talking because I struggle with communication.

(also I have auditory sensory issues and I love when people just stay quiet)

(yes that is precisely the reason why I'm down bad for Andreil)

[starfallkaz]

Nothing gets me like: fictional men smiling while wiping blood dripping off their face with the back of their hand, that sorta feral manic look in his eyes I fjdbskssk

[pauputoot]

reblog not for a “bigger sample size” but because polls like this are a fun way to help people reinforce their own self-concept and passing it along so that other people can also have the opportunity to strengthen their sense of self by pressing a button is a cool and nice thing to do

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

you’ve been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember.

sure, he had never outwardly called you his girlfriend, but when you were both seven years old, he came up to you. chest heaving slightly from running up and down the hill where he had gotten you a freshly plucked out bouquet of flowers. the roots were still clinging to them and he got dirt all over your hands from forcibly grabbing them and shoving the bouquet in them before you could even form a sentence.

“since you accepted the flowers, you’re mine now.” he mumbled, his little hands tightened into fists at his sides and chubby cheeks a cute shade of pink, staring at you as confidently as he could.

a grin grows on his face when you respond with a simple “okay !” and a bright smile. the grin on his face never disappears even as his mom scolds him for getting you both all dirty.

you were katsuki’s in middle school too, when the boys in class decided to play kiss, marry, kill and he had somehow gotten dragged into it. the girls in your class tried their best to seem uninterested, claiming the boys were being childish, but you noticed how hard some of them were straining their ears trying to hear what the guys were talking about in their own little corner of the room. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious as well.

katsuki was as ruthless as you’d known him to be, choosing to kill any girl that wasn’t to his liking, which ended up being all of them. much to the other boys’ chagrin, claiming he had no taste.

then your name was brought up.

at that, his eyes widened and he turned in his seat to see if you were watching. you had never turned your head away so fast in your life and you were pretty sure you heard something go “crack”.

he clicked his tongue. mumbling something about how stupid the game was before muttering out a “kiss yn, marry yn and kill that other bitch.” before getting up and stomping away, claiming he had to go to the bathroom followed closely by the whoops and hollers of his two friends behind him.

you both made eye contact when he walked out and you think you’ll never forget how red his cheeks were.

you were katsuki’s when he was the one to walk you to and from school everyday, claiming you would somehow get lost without him. you were katsuki’s when he had begrudgingly shoved homemade valentines day chocolates into your arms, mumbling something about how you had been upset nobody had gotten you anything last year, conveniently leaving out the fact he had scared off all the other guys trying to offer you anything.

you were katsuki’s when he grabbed your hand during the winter because he said you’d “end up dying of hypothermia with the way you’re chittering over there.” and you were his when you were the only person he laughed around. loud, genuine laughter that you and only you could squeeze out of him. you were katsuki’s when he randomly kissed you goodnight at your door one night and he’s been doing it ever since, and gets all pouty when you turn away from his kisses to tease him.

“are we dating ?” you had asked him. you’re both in high school now and you’re in his dorm room. your legs are on his lap and he’s got a comfortable grip on your leg, which tightens after he registers your questions “hah?” he looks utterly confused and a little insulted as he looks back at you, his entire face scrunched up in confusion. you pinch his nose and he swats at your hand.

“are we dating ? like—am i your girlfriend.” you say again and katsuki’s face scrunches up even harder. he huffs and looks back at his phone, landing a little smack on your leg still placed in his lap. “ ‘course yer my fuckin’ girlfriend.” he spits out, obviously irritated. then he looks back at you “I haven’t made it obvious ?” he says sarcastically. one of his eyebrows lifted as he pokes at your leg still very much in his lap.

you simply shrug “s’not that. it’s just because you’ve never actually asked me out before, so i was a little confused on where we stood.” you mumble. he stares at you while you speak and he stares a little longer before sighing. then he leans towards you and flicks your forehead.

“ow !”

“dumbass.” he murmurs. there’s a slight pout on his face and his cheeks are light shade of pink when he looks you in the eyes again. he grabs both your cheeks with one hand and smushes them together to push your lips out and presses multiple wet kisses onto them that have you squealing and squirming. his wet lips are pulled into a smirk when he pulls back and you try your best to at least look a little angry, you really do. but it’s useless when he looks at you like that.

“of course you’re my girlfriend” he reiterates. his smirk’s been replaced for something softer, something more sincere as he gazes at you with so much unadulterated affection it makes your head spin a little. “you’ve always been mine.” he says it in a teasing tone and his hand is still smushing your cheeks out and it hurts a little but his eyes are still the same. they’re warm and soft and so, so enamored with you and only you.

when he finally let’s go of your face and pulls you fully into his lap, you realize katsuki’s been yours for as long as you’ve been his.

you smile brightly at him but turn your nose up when he leans in to kiss you again. “i still haven’t heard what i wanna hear though, mr. bakugou.”

he rolls his eyes and pinches at your thigh as he mumbles out a “don’t call me that.” sighing, he looks at you intensely and you suddenly feel very shy.

“will you be my girlfriend, ya shitty girl ?” and he says it as a joke, you both know it is cus his lips are already forming into a smirk the second he finishes his sentence. and you’re pulling at his nose the moment you register it, but you’re both smiling hard. he laughs and you’re sure you’ll never get tired of the sound. “what’s your answer, pretty ?” he asks playfully and you pretend to really think it over just to mess with him, and giggling out a “yes!” when he suddenly pounces on you. flipping you both over and tickling you mercilessly, calling it revenge for you “taking too damn long to answer.”

you’d been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember, and you hope you can be forever.