#sorry about this one

[bbluesidess]

because losing you hurts too much

[gibberishquestion]

[gayofthefae]

No one has died in their arms

[dragon0va]

Btw since gl!ranboo had lost all his memories he probably only remembered times when he was wearing the mask! Which means he didn't even know what his own smile looked like!

[adam-stanheights-right-hip-bone]

Lawrence looking into Adam’s pussy like

[minionresearch]

[missionel]

if soda popinski was a drag queen his stage name would be pussy popinski. send post

[galavant-song-tournament]

Round 2

[monster-untamed]

Holly crap Lois I’m nonhuman

[nullbutler]

seb is definitely up a cup size I think

[screams1996]

what if we were in a saw trap and we’re both emo boys

[64yrsold]

12

“Shit,” I said, shaking the hot water off my hand. As usual, I ran the bath much too warm. I sighed, determined to relax this evening.

I was wound up, frustrated, exhausted, and everything in between. All I wanted was to sink into a very, very hot bath, get a little drunk, and relax. I shrugged off my bathrobe and sunk into the tub, wincing as my skin burned. The bubbles popped against my skin, lavender and sweet lily filling my lungs. I stretched out, toes squeaking against the porcelain, and took a deep breath. Steam cradled my face, my skin rushing with heat. I closed my eyes.

“Hello?” he sung from downstairs, the front door slamming shut.

“Up here!” I shouted, but received no reply.

“Hello…?” he called, and I heard him climbing the stairs. He knocked on the bathroom door.

“Come in,” I said, sinking low under the bubbles.

He peeked into the room. “Hi darling.”

“Hi,” I said, giving him a weak smile.

“How are we… feeling…” he said cautiously, stepping into the room. His eyes skimmed over the nearly empty bottle of wine on the counter.

“Great,” I sighed, “Super.”

“Right,” he nodded, tongue skimming his bottom lip as he looked over me. “What happened?”

I groaned, “Nothing happened.”

He knelt beside the tub, dipping a finger into the water. He retracted his hand quickly. “This is a stress bath,” he grimaced, shaking his hand. “I know you.”

“I’m sorry,” I frowned, tilting my head towards him. He cupped my cheek, stroking it delicately. “I’m just pissed off today. I haven’t figured out why yet.”

“Hm.” he thought, “Your boss?”

“No…”

“A friend?”

“No.”

“Guy from work?”

“Mm. Maybe.”

“Oh?” his eyebrow shot up, “You want me to kick his ass?”

“Yeah.”

“My coat’s still on, baby. Let’s go.” He seemed serious.

“No, I think it’s just… something. I don’t know. Maybe everything.” I kissed the inside of his hand, leaning my head back against the bath.

“Alright. But, anytime, anyplace,” He raised his arm, flexing his bicep, “Your big man here is ready to go.”

I chuckled. “Thanks, sweetheart.” He pulled off his coat, setting it on the sink. He rolled up his white sleeves, watching me carefully.

“You want something from downstairs? Some more wine?” he offered, resting his hand on my shoulder. He drew his fingers over my collarbone as he waited for my reply.

“No, not really.” I said, “Just you. Stay and talk for a while.”

He smiled, tracing my sternum. His pressed into the spaces between my ribs absently, chin resting on the edge of the bath.

“Missed you today.” He said, voice low. He lifted his chin, pressing a kiss to my lips. He hummed, holding the back of my neck with soft hands. He was cool on my feverish lips, his kisses becoming loose and rushed. I dragged my tongue over his bottom lip, a soft moan leaving the back of his throat.

“Alright, make room,” he breathed, pulling his shirt off. I blinked, staring as his muscles stretched under his skin. His hands grasped at his belt, undoing it swiftly. I covered my mouth unconsciously as he stepped out of his trousers and joined me in the bathtub. His face twisted at the hot water, sucking air in through his teeth as he leaned back. I watched the water lap at his chest as he breathed slowly.

“You’re staring,” he whispered, and I met his eyes quickly. His pupils were wide, and his gaze flicked up and down.

“You’re staring.” I countered, and he grinned. He sat forward, leaning to brush his lips against my ear.

“How couldn’t I stare,” he murmured, kissing my jaw, “At my hot,” a kiss to my cheek, “Naked,” a kiss to my temple, “Wife.”

I shuddered, and he sighed in approval, kissing down my neck.

“Let me take care of you,” he breathed, “Lay back.”

[erophonemic]

"I could fix him" I could neuter him myself

[vinnyandthephenomena]

gonna start leaving my windows unlocked and wandering around the woods at night alone and vulnerable hoping to get kidnapped by one of the creepypasta men

[bongwater777]

Day 5 - APH Germany

[sldlovescartoons]

So just another little My Hero thought that hit me out of the clear blue sky, about the Todoroki’s- or rather, specifically about Natsuo. He’s working on a degree, presumably a BA in Health and Welfare, which leads me to two possible conclusions/trains of thought.

First Train of Thought:

Endeavor says that Fuyumi was trying to make a safe and sound home for their mother to return to, but this degree would indicate that Natsuo was either in on it or was the one actually taking it seriously. First track: Fuyumi was just trying to make things go back, to people please and hold what they still had together, while Natsuo was actually studying in fields that could be used to help their mother and their family. Unlikely, Fuyumi is baby. Second Track: Fuyumi and Natsuo made a two pronged plan. Fuyumi would get a stable career track (teaching) and Natsuo would learn how to help/take care of their mother. So that, in theory, Fuyumi could help support them financially while Natsuo helped with the care of their severely mentally ill/compromised mother. To make sure she didn’t have anymore psychotic breaks/episodes or whatever all… that was.

Second Train of Thought:

Natsuo, spending a lot of time in the mental hospital visiting his mother and seeing what all goes on there, and considering their whole life story and experience with the medical system (because surely there must of been a handful of hospital trips/doctors visits…), and decides he wants to be a social worker. Specially, he wants to do social work for hospitals and/or mental institutions to help the people there. To step in to help the people that he would view as need help the most from his personal life experience, abuse victims and the mentally ill. Because he views that as the best way to save people like his brother’s and mom. To be the one that steps in when something bad is happening without having to dress in a spangle-y suit. A common hero.