#to summarize:

[haiisx]

for the character bingo- dabi and/or twice mayhaps 👉👈

Dabi:

(I selected the "bastard" tile with endearment and affection in my heart)

Twice:

And now for the explanation! I'll leave it below the cut so this post doesn't get too crazy long :)

So, when I first watched the series seriously, the only villain I cared about up to about season five was Stain (with Toga + Twice starting to gain a place in my heart as of season 4). That was also before we got Touya's backstory (either animated or on paper), so as far as I knew his bad boy nonchalant persona was his actual character, which sort of turned me off of him. When we got to see his backstory, I realized how tragic his character was and that got me to regard him with a little more fondness, but he's never really been one of my favorites. I wasn't sure whether or not to fill in the "Blorbo by proximity" tile since I have a friend who loves the Todoroki's, but I'm not sure of her opinion about Dabi.

As for Twice, My Villain Academia is what changed my mind about him and the other villains. Some of my favorite panels are from his Sad Man's Parade and the LOV vs the Hearts and Minds fight (which I'll include because I still love them so much). In my heart he and Toga are alive and well and living happy lives and nothing bad ever happened to them ever (denial).

and now, the aforementioned Favorite Panels:

[harlequinlestat]

Last night was probably the best, but also the hardest date I’ve been on.

We started out with sushi for dinner, and we talked for a few hours, which was really nice. We were vibing pretty well (although he’s more apolitical, which isn’t ideal for me) so I agreed to go back to his place when he offered so we could keep hanging out. We started watching Dune, and we cuddled a little, which my touch-starved dumbass self loved. Then we started making out, which was *chef’s kiss*. It was also the unspoken boundary I had set for myself for the night. That quickly got pushed aside because I’m very much into people pleasing, and I could tell he wanted to go further. We made it back to the bedroom, and before I could push myself any further, I let the “I’m really inexperienced” card slip. The guy immediately stopped and had me explain, and he was such a gentleman about it. He essentially told me he found me attractive (which blew my mind) and would have wanted to have sex, but that he didn’t want it to be weird for me or lead to any unrealistic expectations because he’s looking for something more casual right now. I thanked him for being honest and kind, and he hit me with the “I’m sorry you feel the need to thank me for that and that you’ve settled for less before”, and I honestly almost cried. We laid down and talked for a bit more (and made out some more, tbh), and then I left.

I feel so much guilt about being such a bad date. Things were going pretty well, and then I threw it all off. I’m glad I said something and we didn’t end up going any further, but I’m also worried that being 29 and never having had sex is off-putting to anyone I would want to date. My mental hang-ups about sex are so fucking stupid, and I don’t know why I can’t just do it. I just feel so broken.

[cowshampoo]

I don't know which of my mutuals are comfortable with it but I'm making a post for y'all right now to express my appreciation in a silly way and if you don't like it tell me how I can express it for you otherwise. Let me learn yalls love languages and let me love you.

Anyways here goes. (this got way too long so I'm putting it under the cut)

Mutuals, I am kissing you on the mouth (silly). I'm in love with you. We are going to the grocery/convenience store and buying candy and snacks and stuff. I'm making you dinner. I'm playing with your hair and giving you hugs. We are cuddling under a heated weighted blanket. We are baking cookies. You have eggs and sugar and fuzz in your hair and I pick it out like monkeys do with bugs. I'm giving you a blanket or my hoodie when you're cold. We're both too tired to cook so I'll trim the chicken and chop the veggies and you do the seasoning and the oven. We're trading life stories and getting high. We play with our OCs like dolls and watch cartoons or shitty TV. We sing along to old rock songs and sit in silence. We gush over our cute pets and plants you tell me which fictional character you want to screw the most. We make our own constellations with a bag of old glow-in-the-dark stars we found in the basement. We make stories about those constellations. We're dancing silly whiteboy bad style. We're battling with nerf guns and lightsabers. We put on noise cancelling headphones when the noisy ass cars are dragging down the street. We find the neighbor's outdoor cat (he escaped again) and pet him and take pictures. We're getting drunk and riding the bus home. Hopefully we don't get lost because we can't afford an uber. We go volunteering, maybe at the shelter, and we fantasize about adopting the animals that cling to us the most, or maybe the ones that are scared and hiding from us because we want them to not be scared anymore.

You're a mother struggling to get her stroller out the bus door so I pick up the other end to help you out. You thank me with a smile and I get back on the bus because this isn't my stop but I love you and your kid and your kid's otter stuffie. You're strangers to me.

We get heart-shaped swag glasses from the condom manufacturer's tent at the pride parade festival thing. We trade lipsticks and I do your eyebrows.

We go to an empty movie theatre and talk and dance and get separate popcorn because you always add too much butter.

I give you the yellow skittles because they're your favorite and my least favorite.

We go to a haunted house and you squeeze my hand when you get to scared and I make a joke to make it a little less scary.

I go through old jewelry boxes during spring cleaning and find a bracelet I know you would love. Maybe you don't wear it but you keep it anyways because you know I love you.

There's a hairdye stain on the shower curtain from when we got a little too wild. It won't come out in the wash and I'm glad.

I sew patches on your jacket and you buy me lunch.

You help me pack up my things. There's not enough room in my new apartment for all my stuffed animals. I give you my giant Squirtle because it's your favorite and I know you'll take good care of him.

You break your favorite coffee mug. I don't have real gold but I glue it back together and paint the seams with glitter kintsugi style. It won't hold water anymore so it sits on your desk holding your pens.

We go to the thrift store - I try on a silly hat and learn the hard way that the ribbon on it is held in place by sharp pins. It's cold out and we don't have gloves so I hold your hands and try to warm them up with my own. The bus is late and it's raining and cold so we wait in the 7/11 and hope the bus takes its time.

You're clawing your way out of a rough patch but your room is a disaster so I help you clean it. You're embarrassed by the sheer amount of instant food wrappers and dirty dishes on the floor but I don't mind.

You call me drunk because your date ditched you and you don't feel safe heading home alone. I pick you up with icecream and a movie and we watch it in our pajamas. You don't want to wash the makeup off your face so I bribe you with a fancy face scrub and we treat ourselves well for the night.

We play old videogames we've had for years that are only fun together. We go out stargazing. You're nervous about a date and I help you pick out an outfit and hype you up for it. If your partner doesn't treat you well I threaten to kick their ass even though we both know I'd lose in a fight. I might just do it anyways.

We go to the skatepark and I try to learn to skateboard. It's not going well. We mostly sit at the top of the ramp and talk. I tell you about a game you don't really like but I do and you tell me about a band I don't like but you do and we listen to each other. We disagree on things and we have our own opinions and we're people but we love each other and we talk nice and hanging out is fun.

I text you after months of not talking and we get coffee together. We're still friends and we're still in love.

I tell you that I'm in love with you and you know I mean it. I love you as a sibling, a friend, a stranger, a mentor. I love you and I want you to know that. I love you and I want to do all these things with you. I love you and I want you to be happy. I want to make you happy. I love you and I'll love you tomorrow and I'll love you when we're strangers again.

I hope this makes sense. I'm rambling now. I'm trying to remind myself that I'm in love with things.

Remember that you love things, too. I think it helps.

[villainy]

once you realize you can do literally anything with your ocs and it doesnt have to make sense or follow pre-established lore life becomes so much more beautiful

[starberry-cupcake]

I was re-watching the little mermaid and it got me thinking: it would have been so cool to be a guest to eric's weddings tbh

this guy's been raving about this mystery girl he says saved him and left him on the beach but nobody believes him, then he found a different girl in the same beach, proceeded to date her for a couple of days in front of the whole town, but then turns up with a different one (allegedly the first one) and decides he's marrying her on the spot

and you're like, sure, I need to see this mess

so you go to the wedding and it's WILD: there's some sort of animal riot, every creature is attacking the bride (including the prince's dog), town date redhead is being carried into the wedding ship in a barrel by a small fish, you're like 'I need to see how this turns out' and then mystery redhead, who was supposedly unable to talk, starts singing???? and talking??? and they're about to kiss???? but then the bride turns into sexy cthulhu???? and the redhead grows a fish tail???? and sexy cthulhu bride drags redhead into the water??????

you are taken ashore while the groom goes to fetch one of the brides, unsure which but all signs point to the redhead that was carried in the barrel, and then there's a storm, and sexy cthulhu becomes gigantic and is wearing a crown and you're like 'work, bitch' while eating snacks and then it's all over and sexy cthulhu disappears

but then there's another wedding announced and you're like 'I'm sure it can't top the first one' but you attend and TRITON shows up too????? myth and legend lord of the sea king triton from the stories????? with a white beard and an 8 pack and the same crown sexy cthulhu was wearing??? turns out he's the FATHER OF THE BRIDE??????? and there are mermaids everywhere, all around the ship, kind of unnerving tbh really really scary situation, but it's fine because triton is making rainbows in the sky and hugging the bride and manipulating water and you're also pretty sure the chef just got decimated by a crab?????

royal weddings should all be like these tbh this prince sure knows how to throw them like nobody else in the disney pantheon

[mostly-natm]

Say NO to conclusions for essays! All my friends HATE conclusions for essays!

[wanderingibon]

anya deserved so much better

[ysther]

vat7k fandom will you accept me

[oyabun-draws]

reupload bc i just noticed that i uploaded a version with the scar layer hidden IM SORRY POOKIES!!!

[miraluking-respectfully]

It's a shame the Kind lacked a concept of caring for individual casualties prior to plot developments within the DNT because the bug-flavored medical horror happening in this particular chapter is REALLY cool and also super funny

[aq2003]

this is SUCH a good line

[xxplastic-cubexx]

alternate apocalypse ending or something who the hcrist knows anymore

[yelrabmena]

fnaf analog horror series where each episode is just 20 minutes of william afton kicking puppies, stealing candies from and popping balloons of small children, causing 9/11 sixteen years earlier (he does it again on the correct date later on don't worry) , all including a loud screaming audio for everytime he does something evil that goes for longer than it should. Also Freddy's barely if is important except for it being where he does the evil and there being a fazbear branded plane

at least 10 videos, each by different people, will be made for each episode talking about how it's "the scariest fnaf content ever made" and "made fnaf ACTUALLY SCARY again!!!" while the thumbnail is something like a monochrome photo of the twin towers with a fucked up looking springtrap facing the viewer with "HE DESTROYED THEM" written in bold, big red text

[remcadll]

Gen obsessed with how.. *dead* your Jason's color pallete is. Like, that's corpse pale right there. Not a spec of blood left flowing in there (also father Todd's skin being full of color in comparison is a nice touch)

THANK YOU I love making him look a bit ghoulish. Guy who's not supposed to be alive but yes he is. no he isn't <3

[comatosebunny09]

Neighbor Sylus, coming back from an event or meeting, all dressed up, hair slicked back, smelling delightful. 

He’s at his door, about to unlock it, when he hears a car pull up in the rain-laden parking lot. He peers over the balcony of the breezeway through the silver torrents coming down. The driver cuts the lights, and he recognizes that car instantly. It’s yours. 

You’ve been avoiding him since the night you kissed him when you were shit-faced drunk. As long as he’s waited to ruin your friendship (in a good way), he didn’t want to take advantage of you that night. Not when you wouldn’t remember what happened the following day.

But you did remember, and that’s where all this mess stems from. Why you’d been playing keep-away with him, avoiding him like a sickness, brief with your exchanges as if you were afraid he’d eat you. 

He’s missed your daily texts. Your phone calls. Your impromptu visits to his apartment, or his to yours. You filled a hole in his life he didn’t realize needed filling. 

He’s given you your space. Didn’t want to exacerbate things, as he thought, maybe you only kissed him because you were drunk. Maybe there was no meaning behind it, and he was reading too much into things. 

Regardless of how you feel about him, he doesn’t like this awkwardness stewing between you. You’re like sunshine breaking through grey clouds after a week of rain—and that’s saying a lot, because he typically abhors the sun.

He gets out of his head when your car door slams shut. You’re scuttling about, trying to grab something from the backseat. You’re donned in something casual, loose-fitting, but it’s not enough to protect you from the downpour. What is he going to do with you? Are you trying to get sick?

Without a second thought, he pushes into his apartment to snatch an umbrella from his entryway. He takes the steps leading down to the parking lot two by two, strolling up to your frantic form. Your proverbial knight in matte-black armor.

You look up at him when the rain ceases pelting down on you, reminiscent of a sad, wet puppy, clutching a stack of papers to your chest. For a moment, tension swells. You’re so god damn adorable, all pouty with your hair sticking to your face. He tries to keep cool, like you don’t take his breath away, make his throat dry. Like he doesn’t want to tug you into his arms and kiss you, all romantic like one of those scenes in a romcom, taking place in the rain.

You break the silence first, sighing something relieved, a wobbly smile cresting over your lips. “Thanks,” you simply state, voice so small, it contends with the pitter-patter of the rainfall against his umbrella. 

His lips twitch into a semblance of a smile, eyes soft, fond. He tilts his head towards your complex, saying, “We should get inside before the rain kicks up.” 

You nod, following beside without another word, clinging to those papers for dear life. He studies you in his peripheral vision. Hopes your dryer still works. And if it doesn’t, he’s more than happy to take a look at it for you again.

You get up the steps to your apartment, and he feels his gut churning like it’s empty. He doesn’t want to let you go, doesn’t want to relinquish this small pocket of time where he’s been closer to you in a matter of seconds than he’s been in the past two weeks. You turn to him after unlocking your door, awkwardly looking every which way but at him.

“Thanks,” you mutter once more as if it burns. 

It pains him, this cold unease, but he understands. He got his hopes a little too high. With a hand stuffed in his pocket, he offers you a smile and a casual wave. Prepares to step across the hall to retreat into his home, but you stop him with that unsure little voice at his back.

“Um…”

He peers over his shoulder, brows shooting up in question. Hopefulness. He watches you grapple with words, shifting your weight between your feet. Finally, you look at him, and it’s like being struck by lightning.

“You wanna…come inside for a bit? Dry off? Feel kinda bad. Your shoulder got wet.”

He subconsciously feels the dampness bleeding into his skin. The fact that you would use something so insignificant as an excuse to stay around him makes his heart pull. Maybe you missed him as much as he missed you. 

“Sure,” he remarks, unable to contain the whisper of a smile breaking out on his lips. 

He follows you inside, and the familiar aroma of lavender and line-dried linen wafting from within rushes over him like a soothing balm. It’s dark inside. A little cool from your AC. He watches you shuffle through the inkiness, navigating around your furniture to switch on a light. 

“You can use the dryer if you want,” you offer, sifting through your wet hair after dropping those papers on your coffee table.

He stands rigid in the entryway, tight-lipped and thoughtful. Watches how your shirt hugs your torso, how your sweats droop, bogged down by the rain. He gets a little view of the warm skin at your back, and his body feels like he’s submerged in ice.

He doesn’t know what takes over. What exactly propels him forward. Doesn’t take the time to kick off his shoes—you can yell at him for it later. But he’s moving before he can fully process things, tearing through the stillness of your apartment with the finesse of a jaguar. He switches off the light before you fully turn around, immersing your living room in murkiness again. And he’s reaching for your hips, roosting his hands on them, tugging you close until your breath abandons you in a gasp.

He makes out that doe-eyed, confused look, the want coloring the edges, the way your lips part and quiver. He studies your mouth for a beat longer before angling himself down to graze over your lips with his. 

“Why don’t we try this again?” he breathes, drunk and out of his mind. 

Your throat swells with words, but he’s kissing you before you can get them out. Ardent, tender, desperate, cautious. He breaks the seal of your lips with his tongue after your surprise ebbs, and you sigh something relieved into his mouth, your hands coming up to cup his jaw as you lean more into him.

He’s dizzy with need, caught up in the pressure of your lips, the warmth, how right it feels to kiss you, those cute little sounds you make as he leaves no part of your mouth unscathed by his tongue. He doesn’t realize he’s backed you up against a wall until you push out a breath from the collision, but he doesn’t let up. Not when you’re just as eager for this, your fingers sifting through his hair, your body hot and pliant like wax under warmed palms, pushing against his.

He’s not sure what he’s thinking when he hikes your legs up to wrap them around his waist. But judging by how your ankles instinctively lock at the small of his back and how you drag him impossibly closer, he hasn’t crossed a line. Not yet. He cups your ass in his palms, peeling you from the wall to effortlessly walk you into your bedroom. He remembers the layout of your apartment like the back of his hand, he’s been here so frequently. 

He’s missed this; missed you. And maybe you’ve missed him too, giggling between kisses with the prettiest little smile on your face like you’ve been waiting for him to ruin your friendship, too.

[tempo-takoyaki]

I forgot he had a birthday. Happy late birth little guy.