#GOD ITS SOOOOO

[soullessjack]

oh my god like. the stark contrast between mob’s inner self — saying that everyone around him held him back, everyone was afraid of him, everyone treated him differently, everyone only saw him as something to use and that he was never accepted by anyone at any point; that he would never be accepted for who he really internally feels he is — vs all of mob’s friends and family repeatedly saying “we aren’t scared of you because we know you and we love you, this is just a part of you that we can live with and accept,”— not to mention reigen fully admitting that he was using mob and apologizing for it, as well as telling mob that the only person who really needs to accept mob is himself..? It’s just. It’s so good man

[kimdokjas]

though the movie might be cancelled, yuri on ice will live forever in our hearts. thank you yoi fandom, it's been real ♡

[hinamie]

sry i have chronic only draws megumi disorder the doctor said it's terminal :/

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel��

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[suntails]

toot toot!

[valtsv]

silt verses theological arts and crafts corner

[3416]

auston's fed up with the hardest interview of his life however he knows mitch's birthday in .05 seconds and that's what counts

[eileensdress]

Never forget that Hannibal was the first one that put Will Graham in a jar and shook it just to see what would happen

[trobeds]

i know the hunger games isnt about romance i know it isnt a love story but. theres just something so beautiful in the way peeta is the personification of what it means to heal and he /is/ the dandelion and the bread and the hope that things can be better even if they wont be fixed. even if the nightmares dont stop he will still hold her. wake her up and tell her shes alive. shes safe. and when its over and done and theres no more saving or protecting or trying their absolute hardest to die if it means keeping the other alive, the horrors dont stop. but katniss will still find that comfort in peetas arms.

[daily-trey]

Phew, Epel really got me good there...

Ko-Fi

[lunar-years]

Another one of my vague fun ideas that I haven’t been able to shoehorn into any particular fic is the queer Richmond team book club that Colin and Trent start in my head. In the beginning it’s just Trent and Beard and Colin, but then when Keeley gets wind of it she’s, like, very offended she wasn’t invited and of course they all fall over themselves to include her. Keeley then goes around collecting the rest of the queer staff, so after that it expands from just the team to them plus a couple other random people around Richmond we haven’t met from like, accounting and marketing or whereever.

So eventually Jamie and Roy start having their separate crises about being in love with each other but assuming the other one doesn’t love them back. Naturally they crowdsource their friends in the hopes of advice, giving vague summaries of their problem and refusing to name who exactly they’ve realized they are in love with (but of course it’s obvious to everyone they talk to). So to help them get their shit together and try to give them a community to talk it through with, Colin invites Jamie, and Trent invites Roy, to book club (but neither realize who the other has invited). Chaos ensues because everyone spots them walk in and Trent and Colin just look at each other with their heads in their hands like holy shit what have we done. Meanwhile Roy and Jamie are staring at each other with the gears turning in their blank heads like that math calculation meme all ‘hmmm. WAIT. 👉 You 👈 are in the QUEER book club? Hmmm 🤔. Whatever could this mean.’ But they continue to still be really stupid about it for a while.

Since giving them a queer community to discuss their crushes doesn’t really work out when the crush is ALSO IN ON THE DISCUSSION, the book club has to resort to attempting to send them subliminal messages via the books they select to read. Roy and Jamie end up getting into big arguments about every book and what the couples in them are doing (“HOW can this bloke not see what’s going on, it doesn’t even make fucking sense. No one is that stupid.” “Maybe he does know but he’s too afraid to say it ☹️ God Roy you’re so insensitive” *the rest of the book club is sitting there losing their ever-loving minds*)

Anyway. Eventually Roy and Jamie get it together and get together. Soon after that they are promptly kicked out of book club for still being annoying and fighting over every single book, even now that the club finally gets to stop reading romances. Do these two ever shut up? The club asks amongst themselves. The answer is no ❤️

[hinamie]

i'm exactly as normal about him as I thought I'd be

[transbeamrooikat]

thinking about how its implied that Paul WILL eventually ecologically destroy dune. how in his quest to bring them "paradise" he will destroy their way of living. the way my heart sunk whenever it was mentioned. the way we see how badly water effects the worms

[jonahmagnus]

Are you normal or Have You Noticed (shoutout to my friend @cody-paranatural who noticed most of these!!)

[nina-scribbles]

It’s time for your debut, Tom.

[skitskatdacat63]

2023 Brazilian Grand Prix - Fernando Alonso & Oscar Piastri exchanging helmets