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Stains and Saints

Tiny ramble about protective big brother Dabi but he’s not right in the head.

TW: Violence, blood, cops and paramedics, hints at incest and SA but not completely confirmed, drug use mentioned, gun mention, Dabi is not stable, crying, Dabi uses his real name, mentions of death and suicide.

Inspo from inbred by Ethel Cain 🥀

Ignore spelling and grammar please I literally wrote this on my phone at work 🌱

How would you get those fuckin stains out? That’s all the played in your head as they hauled him off. His teeth stained with the same crimson on his shirt, his eyes blood shot and wild, nose gushing down his neck painting his tattoos. “Don’t worry bee I’ll be okay!” He shouts as they shove him into the car. You know he’s not lying. He will be back by morning. This is how it always goes. You don’t bother begging with the cops to listen. To understand the real story. Why would they bother? They know Touya. Scumbag fuck. Drug dealing shit stain. Loud mouth fuck up. Best big brother on the fuckin planet. You walk back into your room, closing the door and looking around at the broken glass and furniture that used to be your possessions. You crawl into bed, covering yourself with ever blanket you can grab with your shaky hands. You close your eyes trying to get that image out of your head. Your brother beating him to a blood fuckin pulp. The sounds of paramedics and cops pulling your brother off of the remains of the corpse he had bloodied. Him shoving them away just so he could comfort you. Just so he could cup your cheeks, brushing your tears away, replacing them with his blood, sweet and warm. Even in a drug crazed black out madness he was so soft with you. You were his little bee. His sweet bugsy. His baby sister who he’d kill for. And tonight he might have. You glance over at the paramedics getting a heartbeat from the corpse. Touya forces you to look at him. He’s scaring you but that doesn’t matter. He’s the monster under the bed and the brother ready to fight it at the same time. His eyes blink a few times, trying to fight off the come down. He’s sweating now, the drugs slipping away from his head and whispering sins into his ears, sweet songs of another high before the earth collapses under him. He keeps his eyes on you. He always has his eyes on you. He loves you so fuckin much. Maybe too much to some rumors. Let them think what the fuck they want. At least if you told your brother to stop he’d listen. Unlike the corpse your brother pulled off of you. The cops try to cuff him. He lets them when you nod, still trying to focus on him. He needs to know you’re gonna be okay tonight. Okay without him. Okay without his footsteps down the hall. The smell of smoke in his room. The soft sounds of some video game. The familiar sound of him loading his gun before heading out. The feeling of his lips on your head, hands petting your hair as you fake sleep just so you can hear him tell you he loves you. He’s the only man who’s loved you. Scumbag fuck but you swear that he’s not. He loves you so much. So much it’s almost a sin. So much that maybe the whispers of jealous hicks may keep the rest of the wolves in sheep’s clothing at bay. You love him to death and that’s okay. You’re already dead.

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I feel like gang orca is a really gentle lover. Like super soft, super sweet. But the second he stretches you out. Second he feels that perfect Fuckin pussy on his cock he can’t take it. You’re gripping him like a mother fucker and you’re so fucking wet he thinks he might slip out. You’re whining and whimper like a bitch as he pushes further. He knows he can’t fit his whole cock inside of you. That’s not possible. But you’re so cute that you try each time. He shudders as you yelp, his cock stopping when he hits a wall. It’s your cervix. He always stops right there. Right up against it. He wants to fuck into it but he always tells himself another time. And it hurts but only for a moment till you feel his massive thumb on your clit. And then it feels like heaven and hell. A pleasure so intense it fucking kills you. Eyes water, drool down your tits kind of pleasure. You don’t even sound human anymore. Fitting for someone getting fucked by a whale hybrid. You start to moan over and over with each thrust. He’s gonna get you pregnant. He’s gonna fuck his babies into you. No way you won’t end up full. Not with him right there. You can’t even count how many times you cum. You swear you see god but it’s just Gang Orca. Fucking the absolute shit out of you.

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I’m still alive! (If anyone cares lol) I’ll be posting some stuff soon!!

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Stephen King’s Top 20 Rules For Writers

1. First write for yourself, and then worry about the audience. “When you write a story, you’re telling yourself the story. When you rewrite, your main job is taking out all the things that are not the story. Your stuff starts out being just for you, but then it goes out.”

2. Don’t use passive voice. “Timid writers like passive verbs for the same reason that timid lovers like passive partners. The passive voice is safe. The timid fellow writes “The meeting will be held at seven o’clock” because that somehow says to him, ‘Put it this way and people will believe you really know. ‘Purge this quisling thought! Don’t be a muggle! Throw back your shoulders, stick out your chin, and put that meeting in charge! Write ‘The meeting’s at seven.’ There, by God! Don’t you feel better?”

3. Avoid adverbs. “The adverb is not your friend. Consider the sentence “He closed the door firmly.” It’s by no means a terrible sentence, but ask yourself if ‘firmly’ really has to be there. What about context? What about all the enlightening (not to say emotionally moving) prose which came before ‘He closed the door firmly’? Shouldn’t this tell us how he closed the door? And if the foregoing prose does tell us, then isn’t ‘firmly’ an extra word? Isn’t it redundant?”

4. Avoid adverbs, especially after “he said” and “she said.” “While to write adverbs is human, to write ‘he said’ or ‘she said’ is divine.”

5. But don’t obsess over perfect grammar. “Language does not always have to wear a tie and lace-up shoes. The object of fiction isn’t grammatical correctness but to make the reader welcome and then tell a story… to make him/her forget, whenever possible, that he/she is reading a story at all. “

6. The magic is in you. “I’m convinced that fear is at the root of most bad writing. Dumbo got airborne with the help of a magic feather; you may feel the urge to grasp a passive verb or one of those nasty adverbs for the same reason. Just remember before you do that Dumbo didn’t need the feather; the magic was in him.”

7. Read, read, read. “You have to read widely, constantly refining (and redefining) your own work as you do so. If you don’t have time to read, you don’t have the time (or the tools) to write.”

8. Don’t worry about making other people happy. “Reading at meals is considered rude in polite society, but if you expect to succeed as a writer, rudeness should be the second to least of your concerns. The least of all should be polite society and what it expects. If you intend to write as truthfully as you can, your days as a member of polite society are numbered, anyway.”

9. Turn off the TV. “Most exercise facilities are now equipped with TVs, but TV—while working out or anywhere else—really is about the last thing an aspiring writer needs. If you feel you must have the news analyst blowhard on CNN while you exercise, or the stock market blowhards on MSNBC, or the sports blowhards on ESPN, it’s time for you to question how serious you really are about becoming a writer. You must be prepared to do some serious turning inward toward the life of the imagination, and that means, I’m afraid, that Geraldo, Keigh Obermann, and Jay Leno must go. Reading takes time, and the glass teat takes too much of it.”

10. You have three months. “The first draft of a book—even a long one—should take no more than three months, the length of a season.”

11. There are two secrets to success. “When I’m asked for ‘the secret of my success’ (an absurd idea, that, but impossible to get away from), I sometimes say there are two: I stayed physically healthy, and I stayed married. It’s a good answer because it makes the question go away, and because there is an element of truth in it. The combination of a healthy body and a stable relationship with a self reliant woman who takes zero shit from me or anyone else has made the continuity of my working life possible. And I believe the converse is also true: that my writing and the pleasure I take in it has contributed to the stability of my health and my home life.”

12. Write one word at a time. “A radio talk-show host asked me how I wrote. My reply—’One word at a time’—seemingly left him without a reply. I think he was trying to decide whether or not I was joking. I wasn’t. In the end, it’s always that simple. Whether it’s a vignette of a single page or an epic trilogy like ‘The Lord Of The Rings,’ the work is always accomplished one word at a time.”

13. Eliminate distraction. “There should be no telephone in your writing room, certainly no TV or videogames for you to fool around with. If there’s a window, draw the curtains or pull down the shades unless it looks out at a blank wall.”

14. Stick to your own style. “One cannot imitate a writer’s approach to a particular genre, no matter how simple what the writer is doing may seem. You can’t aim a book like a cruise missile, in other words. People who decide to make a fortune writing lik John Grisham or Tom Clancy produce nothing but pale imitations, by and large, because vocabulary is not the same thing as feeling and plot is light years from the truth as it is understood by the mind and the heart.”

15. Dig. “When, during the course of an interview for The New Yorker, I told the interviewer (Mark Singer) that I believed stories are found things, like fossils in the ground, he said that he didn’t believe me. I replied that that was fine, as long as he believed that I believe it. And I do. Stories aren’t souvenir tee-shirts or Game Boys. Stories are relics, part of an undiscovered pre-existing world. The writer’s job is to use the tools in his or her toolbox to get as much of each one out of the ground intact as possible. Sometimes the fossil you uncover is small; a seashell. Sometimes it’s enormous, a Tyrannosaurus Rex with all the gigantic ribs and grinning teeth. Either way, short story or thousand page whopper of a novel, the techniques of excavation remain basically the same.”

16. Take a break. “If you’ve never done it before, you��ll find reading your book over after a six-week layoff to be a strange, often exhilarating experience. It’s yours, you’ll recognize it as yours, even be able to remember what tune was on the stereo when you wrote certain lines, and yet it will also be like reading the work of someone else, a soul-twin, perhaps. This is the way it should be, the reason you waited. It’s always easier to kill someone else’s darlings that it is to kill your own.”

17. Leave out the boring parts and kill your darlings. “Mostly when I think of pacing, I go back to Elmore Leonard, who explained it so perfectly by saying he just left out the boring parts. This suggests cutting to speed the pace, and that’s what most of us end up having to do (kill your darlings, kill your darlings, even when it breaks your ecgocentric little scribbler’s heart, kill your darlings.)”

18. The research shouldn’t overshadow the story. “If you do need to do research because parts of your story deal with things about which you know little or nothing, remember that word back. That’s where research belongs: as far in the background and the back story as you can get it. You may be entranced with what you’re learning about the flesh-eating bacteria, the sewer system of New York, or the I.Q. potential of collie pups, but your readers are probably going to care a lot more about your characters and your story.”

19. You become a writer simply by reading and writing. “You don’t need writing classes or seminars any more than you need this or any other book on writing. Faulkner learned his trade while working in the Oxford, Mississippi post office. Other writers have learned the basics while serving in the Navy, working in steel mills or doing time in America’s finer crossbar hotels. I learned the most valuable (and commercial) part of my life’s work while washing motel sheets and restaurant tablecloths at the New Franklin Laundry in Bangor. You learn best by reading a lot and writing a lot, and the most valuable lessons of all are the ones you teach yourself.”

20. Writing is about getting happy. “Writing isn’t about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end, it’s about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life, as well. It’s about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Writing is magic, as much the water of life as any other creative art. The water is free. So drink.”

(Via Barnes and Noble)

[annieaizawatakami]

Bakugou buys us clothes just a little bit too small because he drools when you wear tight clothes that show off how soft you are and make you pudge a bit more in spots. Mf down bad for fat girls and he doesnt even try to hide it. One of those "my girl can wear whatever she wants bc I can fight" mfs

this….. fuck.

yeah, he buys you shirts that cling to your chest and tummy, tight dresses that highlight ever dip in your body. bakugou likes it when you wear the clothes he buys for you out with him. he likes how you grab onto his arm and the looks you get from people who pass by.

they make him jealous but he also loves knowing that you’re all his. katsu likes the way you look up at him with hearts in your eyes and the cute little sashay in your hips do to keep that little skirt from riding up. makes him want you more, so much that he fucks you in his car because he just can’t wait to bury his face in your pussy </3

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to the white readers:

you have no right to get mad at poc writers because they write for poc.

you have no right to get mad at poc writers because they write for poc.

you have no right to get mad at poc writers because they write for poc.

you have no right to get mad at poc writers because they write for poc.

you have no right to get mad at poc writers because they write for poc.

you have no right to get mad at poc writers because they write for poc.

you have no right to get mad at poc writers because they write for poc.

you have no right to get mad at poc writers because they write for poc.

you have no right to get mad at poc writers because they write for poc.

you have no right to get mad at poc writers because they write for poc.

period.

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Ngl it irritates me whenever someone says "this character likes big girls" then immediately thin people are like "would they still like skinny people???? 🥺🥺🥺" like... please... just let us have this. Just let us fucking have this. You can find a million depictions of that character liking thin people, just let us have this without needing to validate you immediately after to be like "oh... yeah... they'd like thin people too...." it just feels kinda like "but that character likes thin people more, right? they'd date someone thin, right? right?" And it just irks me

like, yes, britney. over half the characters in the show r thin. obviously they’d date someone skinny.

i absolutely abhor when non-marginalized parties simply have to center themselves in conversations about marginalized people. the bitterness that fills my mouth when this happens is simply unhealthy.

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Afternoon sunlight in Meldon Bluebell Woods by Miles

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AHHHHHHHHHH 🖤🖤🖤🖤 thank you!!!

If you’re still doing hybrid owners ask I’d love to join! I’m a fluffy maine coon cat with soft black fur 🤍🤍 thank you 🖤

Maine coons make great pets, it's almost like having a dog and a cat at the same time! What's not to love?

Shouta Aizawa wasn't sure what drew him to you, yes, he loves cats, but there was more to it than that. You're special to him, he loves the funny little things you do, but isn't above scolding you when you break something to get his attention. He's a somewhat strict owner, you're not really allowed treats unless you've been really really good. Speaking of treats, he still expects you to behave during your heats, you'll get what you need. When you've been good

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hi hon how are you?

I’m good! I’ve been sick and then I just started a new job so I’m super busy! How are you love 🌱💕

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Good night everyone just a reminder my blog is a safe space for everyone including all body types but if anyone doesn't support chubby Reader /like Chubby reader content/is fatphobic please get the fuck off my blog 😊💖

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to all of my chubby bubbas:

i love you, you deserve the world, and i hope you know that if you asked to sit on my face, i would 110% without a doubt, let you.

like, no need to even ask. just fucking do it.

shsh anYHOO–

i love you so much, i wish you the best in life, and you are stunning and amazing (▰˘◡˘▰)

and remember: nobody can get the butt without a bit more gut (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

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i beg.......please stop.....censoring triggering words...........it allows them to slip through content filters..........ur not helping the people who have those words blocked IF U CENSOR THEM PLEASE

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I can’t stop thinking about Dabi grabbing your ass in the middle of target because someone was staring at you a little too long. He nuzzles your neck and whispers the foul things he wants to do to you as you whimper softly. He stares the person down and kisses you cheek softly before smirking. Just ya know....crazy boyfriend shit. 💕🌱

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Deserving

🌱~Soft! Dabi x Fem Reader🌱

~Warnings- +18 content, soft Dabi, crumb of smut, a lot of angst, mentions of past abuse and assault from past relationships, mentions of grooming, self harm, dub con from past relationships and emotional manipulation. LITERALLY EVERYONE IS AWFUL EXCEPT DABI.

~ Others have hurt you and Dabi helps you.

~ Word count: 1.7k

~ This was beta read by a friend of mine! Enjoy!

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when izuku first saw his fat girlfriend his friends clowned him because he was down ATROCIOUS from the moment she gave him that pretty smile. a stuttering, blubbering mess because she was way too pretty to be real. 

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bakugou also told me himself that his fat girlfriend makes his heart skip a beat whenever she walks by. said that she’s just ‘bout the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.