#[[pull the trigger]];; ic

[pvremichigan]

“The first snow of the year in the mitten. Finally get to see some good wildlife in their natural habitat. Like the cybertrucks in the ditches on the side of the road.”

“Nature is gorgeous and life is beautiful.”

[sprinklersart]

they should show up to kazansky family events together occasionally over the years and do fun family things like share an air mattress in the living room with ices 19 year old cousin and take a 4 hour trip to the grocery store just for milk and chainsmoke behind the shed with ice’s sister. they deserve it ❤️

[the-uncanny-dag]

6 weeks until the year ends & still no TWOW

[fukaseproducermasterlist]

Updated the Fukase Producer Masterlist for the first time in almost a year. This is how I felt finding out some of them have started using AI art for their works.

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

me when the dissociation causes memory loss: *surprised Pikachu*

[dick-meister]

@hellcastd @siempreminta @lachrymosestorm @heartscfvalor

“Glad everyone can make up their mind quickly…..” He’s got a 50/50 shot of having a great time, or getting kicked. I like those odds!

[woodcries]

permanent starter call. for riza hawkeye / fullmetal alchemist. liking this means you're interested in interacting with this muse and are willing to receive starters and asks from them. knowledge of the source material is never necessary but always appreciated.

[believingyourwords]

erm bites you -you--cant--run

WH...BITES YOU BACK!?

[shinobimagica]

do i need to enact operation glitter bomb the literal day after making this account?

[pvremichigan]

“Would you guys still like me if I straight up punched you in the face when you said something terribly annoying or in a way that makes you look like a fucking obnoxious self righteous prick? Because I think I should and I’m tired of pretending I shouldn’t.”

“Scratch that, I don’t think I care how you’d think about me after that.”

[gr-74]

(covered in blood and sweat and dirt and soot) (visibly smoking and smoldering) (barely able to stand, shaking) just sent an email introducing myself to my new roommate for this school year

[vitiateoriginator]

Went to the mall with my friend today, and the fire alarm suddenly went off. I made us haul ass outta there real quick. Even tho the alarm stopped like 2 minutes later. I wasn't taking chances

[chisungie]

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[demon-blood-youths]

Motherfucker-

Then the door is kicked open revealing a half-awake ticked-off Navarro with his messy bed hair coming down from the hallway, passing Rin, and then stomping over to the two boys fighting on the ground.

In his hands, he has a grenade launcher. He goes to aim the weapon at Denji and Bakugo ready to pull the trigger.

"HEY YOU TWO DUMB FUCKERS! IF YOU TWO DON'T SHUT THE FUCK UP IN THE NEXT TEN SECONDS! I SWEAR TO GOD, I WILL BOMB YOUR ASSES TO KINGDOM! I DO NOT GIVE A FUCK!" Navarro shouted comically. "DO YOU ASSHOLES WANT TO WAKE UP THE WHOLE DAMN NEIGHBORHOOD?!"

It seems like the little fucking shrimp comment wasn't taken well by Navarro.

And oh...if Atsushi and Midoriya don't get out of the way, they will be in firing range. Someone needs to stop Navarro or else he will regret it.

"THE ONLY THING I WANT TO HEAR WHEN I'M SLEEPING IS THE BIRDS CHIRPING OUTSIDE MY WINDOW!!"

"HA!? WHY DON'T YOU SHUT THE HELL UP YOU LITTLE FUCKING SHRIMP OR I'LL BOMB YOUR ASS SKY HIGH MYSELF!!!!" Bakugo shouted in the hallway while Denji laughed even if he was sleeping.

"WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING LAUGHING AT!"

"HE JUST CUSSED YOUR ASS OUT DUDE! WHAT THE FUCK!? HAHAHAHAHAH!!" He laughed only for Bakugo to twitch and tackle Denji. Now they were fighting seeing Rin, Izuku, Atsushi come out of their rooms to see.

"Oh no not again! Kacchan what are you doing?!" Izuku said trying to break it up with Atsushi too.

"I think we missed something." Rin yawns stretching seeing the fighting. The boys were shouting and arguing now but they were lucky to be living in this place with just them or they would have had some loud angry neighbors.

"TAKE THAT BACK YOU ASSHOLE!"

"MAKE ME YOU DICK WAD FACE!"

"THE HELL YOU CALL ME!?" Bakugo shouted throwing a punch as Denji takes it fighting back.

[prideraiised]

❝ Oh I bet you think you're being real funny huh!? We'll see who's laughin' when I tell Amy you're causin' trouble!!❞

[nezuscribe]

life as a hit man was dirty but simple, and gojo preferred keeping it that way. he didn’t know his clients names, they didn’t know his. he’d send over proof of his work, they’d wire in the money. dirty, yet simple.

so when he gets a message to kill the daughter of some oil tycoon, he doesn’t think much about it. sure he thinks it’s cheap to go for the kid, but what does he know. this is the most he’s ever been offered for a one shot job, so he’s not an idiot to turn this offer down.

and unfortunately, that meant his next confirmed target was you.

he gets your information, where you go to school, what apartment building you live in, where you like to eat. usually he prefers a straight shot to the head, but sometimes sneaking in something to your food lets him off easier.

gojo gets to know your routine. what you do at what time. what shows you watch, what your favorite sweater is. he watches from the high rises that faces yours, crouching down so none of your bodyguards could see the reflection of the magnifier of his rifle.

and gojo is used to taking out a wide range of people. men, women, grandpas, aunts. it’s just business to him. but there’s something about you that makes him hesitate to pull the trigger.

maybe it’s the fact that the weeks he’s spent trailing after you he’s noticed you’re pretty much a loner. you keep to yourself, never bothering anyone. you don’t seem to have my friends in your classes, or even out of them. gojo never questions to morals of his clients or who they ask him to kill, but judging you so far you seem to have done…nothing wrong.

you treat the old lady who works in the convenience story with such kindness that gojo wonders if you were born into this level of wealth, because most people of your status treat those beneath them like ants. you always hold the door open for your body guards despite them insisting they do it for you. you always buy some food for the stray cats in the alley you pass, and you never yell when you’re on the phone with your dad, even though gojo tracks those calls and feels the need to yell for you.

it all comes to a moment when you’re at your favorite coffee shop (he knows this because you come here so often), and you’ve managed to weasel away from your bodyguards. he knows they must be freaking out by now, but you just want some alone time.

he’s right there, right behind you, the little pouch of his condition of drugs that instantly kill in his pocket ready, and you turn around with your coffee cup and bump into him.

your eyes seen, letting out a shocked gasp as the iced drink stains his shirt and pants, the cup not empty on the floor.

“oh my god, oh my god,” you stutter out, scrambling to find some napkins, “i’m so so sorry! i didn’t even see you there - gosh,” you shove some napkins into his hands, trying to dapple the coffee away but it does nothing to help, “i can’t believe…!” you trail off, the two of you moving out of line so you don’t hold the others up and your shaking your head in dismay, mad at your clumsiness.

“it’s alright,” he assures you, waving it off as his eyes take in your appearance. “don’t even worry about it, accidents happen.” it’s the first time he’s seen you this close, and he feels that pouch growing heavier in his pocket.

because you’re pretty. really pretty. and he likes the plush of your cheeks, the scrunch of your brows, the way you’re nearly gnawing your lip raw. you seem even prettier in person, and there’s a lump forming in his chest, something he’s never felt before.

“no, no,” you murmur, trying to find the tide pen in your bag, only to realize you left it at home, “and it’s stained too, fuck. i am so sorry about this, you probably have somewhere to be and…” your words trail off as you scramble for your wallet, pulling out some cash as you push it into his hands.

it’s more than he needs to replace the shirt and pants, probably enough to buy him a couple pairs from ralph lauren, but you still seem to think it’s not enough as you look for more.

“it’s no worries at all, i keep an extra of shirts in my car for emergencies like this,” gojo lies smoothly and you look up from your purse, eyes wide in shame. fuck he really likes your eyes too.

“no, please take it, it’ll be on my mind all day if you don’t,” you insist, but he’s shaking his head defiantly, a reassuring smile on his face as he hands the money back to you.

“and it’ll be on my conscience all day if i take it,” he promises you, and after you realize he’s not going to retract his hands you take the cash, shoving it back into your wallet as heat settles all over your body.

of course with your luck you spill coffee all over the most attractive man you’ve ever met.

you still look worried, finding another napkin as you take out a pen from your purse, messily writing something down.

“this is my contact information if you ever need me to replace your clothes,” you hand it over to the man with an apologetic smile, “please don’t hesitate to call me, i know stains and that’s gonna be really hard to get out,” you go to say something else but your eyes dart to the large windows behaubd him, catching sight of your body guards who seem to have seen you, and your face falls.

“i’m really sorry, again, but i have to go,” you mutter as you speed off, waving goodbyes to the stranger as you duck your head down and leave the coffee shop, not wanting to cause another scene as three buff men race in to find you.

gojo stands there almost in a haze, looking at his stained white shirt to the napkin with your number and name on it.

almost as if he didn’t already know it, almost as if you weren’t the girl he’s supposed to kill.

and in that moment he realizes how screwed he is, because he’d rather down that packet right there than shoot you down, and he’s never felt this dread before.