#HES SO TOUCHED đ„ș
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How in god's name are you alive?
#outlander#outlander spoilers#outlanderedit#7.11#jamie fraser#jamiefraseredit#claire fraser#clairefraseredit#jamie x claire#gifs#mine#the way Claire coudn't stop touching him as if to make sure he's real to her and not some ghost#yeah it hurted seeing her suffering and in pain without himđ„ș#also im gonna gif every moment of this reunion so prepare to be sick of me asdlfjskjdjf
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how to say "I love you" in x-files [3/?] ‷ 2.01 â "Little Green Men"
Mulder, even if George Hale only saw elves in his mind, the telescope still got built. Don't give up.
#em.txf#txf ily#txfedit#my gifs#msredit#msr#dailytxf#the x files#xfilesedit#useremsi#usergeorgette#usergabriella#userairi#tuserjana#useralf#anyway they love each other confirmed#THE TENDERNESS OF THE I LEARNED THAT FROM YOU#I AM LOSING MY GOD DAMN MIND#HEâS SOOOO đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș#and scully is so touched but also so sad#because he listened#but not how she wanted him to
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but this touya đ„ș he's sitting at the kitchen table too early in the morning, awake because your ex-boyfriend is coming to pick up your daughter for their father's day out. touya is half-asleep in his cheerios, only grunting out a response when your daughter asks him questions, bright and cheery, laughing too loud when she pokes and prods him and he grabs her hands up in his own and tickles her.
when the doorbell rings, she's scooping up her backpack and unzipping it quickly, slapping a folded up piece of paper on the table before running off around the corner. you follow her, exchange some pleasantries with her dad, wish him a happy father's day, give your daughter a hug and tell her you'll see her in a few days.
she stands in the doorway and shouts, loud, the high pitch in her voice echoing off the ceiling. "bye dabi!" and when he says it in return, she ends with, "i love you!"
(you don't miss the twist of your ex-boyfriends lips, his clear disaste for touya souring his expression.)
(you don't miss touya's hesitant pause from the kitchen, his voice scratchy and low when he calls back, "love you, too, kid.")
after she's gone, you mosey on back to the kitchen to see him leaning over whatever she'd left him; a piece of construction paper, colorful and a bit messy and crinkled, but all her nonetheless.
it's a picture of she and touya as little stick figures, him much too tall, hair dark and spiky. in between them, you think, is a drum-set, a call-back to the time he'd brought her to the bar he works at before it opened, during the day, and he'd let her bang around on all the instruments and be as loud as she'd wanted.
happy fathers day i love you is written across the top in bright pink, a little hard to read, but there regardless. touya stares at it quietly, only coming back to life after you run a hand over his back gently.
"mom's gonna lose it when she sees this," he murmurs quietly, shaking his head as if the idea is ridiculous.
but you don't miss his quiet sniff, the way he clears his throat before carefully folding the paper back into place, keeping it held tightly in his fist.
#this guy didnât even WANT KIDS đ„ș#and yall have been together for a little while now and he ADORES your daughter#would pull the moon from the sky to make her happy#but â her real dad is still in the picture ? so he's never considered that she sees him as anything other than 'mom's boyfriend'#so to get a happy father's day drawing đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș#it touches his little heart in ways he never expected đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș#WAAAHHH he's so cute ajfheiakal#cw children#âż willow writes#âż thoughts: dabi/touya#âż theme: dad dabi/touya#âż theme: step dad touya
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Sir Tim Laurence attending a Service of Remembrance at Paddington Station, on 11 November 2024.
#sweat baby boy#he's so handsome#HIS HAIR#I WANT TO TOUCH IT#I WANT TO PLAY WITH IT#AND#i want to climb him#đ„șđđ»đđ»#tim does stuff#tim laurence#timothy laurence#ANNE SIGNED HIS WREATH TOO đ„șâ€ïž
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htinkign about.... the better world dimension from journal 3.... i hope it gets revisited somehow because there's no fucking way it's all fine and dandy over there.
#especially now that ford isn't trying his very best to hold a grudge against stan and doesn't see himself as the main character#he could look at it in a more grounded way#ALSO it's suspicious. idk if i believe the whole âtouching your alternate self destroys the dimensionâ stchik#and there's no way fords plan to just scatter the journals is a good one. i feel like he would realise that once he got back to healthy sle#sleep and food#ALSO mean to stanley đ„ș you can't be mean to stanley#so where's stanley#gravity falls#also. how he still keeps the cabin in the middle of the big science buildings is hilarious#but also kinda sad because kid stan and ford had a built replica of that cabin in the background shot in tale of two stans
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Look what came through the mail today! The letters & ( âąÌÏâąÌ )Ï 3 little gremlins from letterstoear.
Just wanna say i adore the flower stickers on the letters too much, they are that much worth mentioning.
#letterstoear#nui#twst#twisted wonderland#sebek zigvolt#malleus draconia#twst grim#mod posting#okay but i love squishing the bears with my thumb; they just have the right thickness to be pressed on#i really like the flower stickers; they look like romantically artistic wax seal#the letters are pleasantly nice#i love the part where cheka personally request for an audience with yuu thru sebek đ„șđ„șđ„čđ„č too cute hnggh .......#sebek becoming our little mailman for our little invitation aw đ„č for those who wanna know the context of the letter;#i requested a letter from sebek that he sent home while he was away accompanying malleus on other country duty#my other favorite part is just him simply opening the letter with 'My love'#i'm sealed đ„č the first paragraph is written so sweetly#i enjoy reading the letter slowly outside in peaceful afternoon today; i ran it through together with sebek nui#this will be my treasured keepsake from now on đ„č; it seriously made me miss letters and wish i have someone to send this kind of letter to#it was a bit funny how the envelope sebek's letter came from is sticked with the guys from free! sticker fhsdsh đ€Łđ#and me with the white haired guy like WHo are u?? fsjdsdjsd (ÂŽă€ăźâ); but it's a really nice service#the thank you letter came with such a cute and yummy folding paper; thank you for the stickers too#i feel like there's a bit whoopsie on grim's winky eye fshfh like i think the sharpie just blurs the separating space '<' supposed to have#and just combine it all together into one angry eye; and sebek bear's eyes are just a little bigger than i expected it to be#but the more i look at them i think they are just having a little individuality & still cute#i embraced it all together while knowing the fact none of handmade thing would always be the same one with the other; hehe sebek nui has fr#i kinda forget that there's this kind of clip earring fshd; because i always get the ones that work like screw from aliexpress#i know that the literal clip one would just be literal meaning of pain fsh; just like the magnet one my father once got me when i was a kid#it was painful but pretty; tho i lost it quickly bcs magnet easily get loosed once one part of it moves around when u touch ur hair or face#anyhow i had a pleasant day because of this; thank you very much ! sebek nui said 'thank you' too! â§âËâàŒâ§âË. â âż đ€ŁâŠ
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do you think aizawa feels conscious about his prosthetic leg sometimes? đ„ș
(that, he thinks about the metalâprimarily titanium, alloyed with aluminum and copperâand worries that itâs too cold when it touches your skin; that itâs too hard when his knee fits itself into the back of yours)
does he keep his distance because of it? leaves a space between the two of you whenever he can?
will he listen when you tell him that it doesnât matter, that you donât care?
(that you like the cold as long as itâs him; that you donât mind the feel of metal, smooth on the surface and tough against your calf, because it reminds you that he survived)
#am so emo abt him rn dont touch me đ#i am so sure this has been touched on before but i just havent seen it#aizawa x reader#bnha x reader#i feeeeeel sooooo emotional abt this đđđ and ill never write it bc aizawa is tough BUT I love him đ„ș deeply and dearly#and to have someone love him back more than he thinks he deserves#yeaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh#sigh#shotorus.bubble#shouta
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lots of thoughts lately about fantasy au archer geto,,,,
#i have this half baked idea where gojo is this miracle anomaly of magic from a noble clan#and suguru is just a regular boy born in a small mountain village who is born just as much of an anomaly but unknown to the world#until rumors spread and eventually news reached the gojo clan and they enlist him into their service#and heâs trained to be part of their milita and as he gets older gojos personal bodyguard#and the clan refuses to see geto for how powerful he is and someone equally as powerful as gojo destined to be be by his side not below him#but theyâre too elitist for that#and geto hates the gojo clan and hates his lot in life and hates satoru#until he officially becomes his bodyguard and sees how satoru has not control over his life either đ and is just as trapped#it takes a long time for them to get along especially bc satoru is so awkward#heâs strange and peculiar and theyâre both touch starved đ„ș#but the two of them understand thereâs no difference between them that theyâre two sides of the same magical fate đ„ș#and they fall in loveeeee obviously and make sweet sweet love in gojos bed of silks#and then run away together or something idk#okay maybe this is less half baked than i thought lol#my art#kelp#geto suguru#suguru geto#satosugu#stsg
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theyâve come so far đ„șđ
#the lil gaze flicker to her hand but he stands unflinchingly when she wants to touch him đ„ș#nothing to fear from her.#heâd have done anything to feel that touch again even if it poisoned him again#he missed her sm in the fade#dragon age 4#dragon age rook#dragon age veilguard#dragon age the veilguard#dragon age#da rook#rook de riva#datv#dav#davg#da4#and then he comes back Wrong (dying)#but neither of them want to face That. not again.#so theyâll be Here and cherish each other Now bc thatâs all they have#they can think about later. well. laterâŠ#ship: farding#my oc#Flynn lavellan#Flynn de riva
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Twist, Intertwine, Tangle, Spiral
#trigun#trigun stampede#tristamp#millions knives#knives millions#vash#vash the stampede#kv#plantcest#my art#love of my life by queen is a really nice song that would fit kv đ„ș#cried for several hours bc I could never touch knives' badonkadonks and even if he was real I'd still end up losing a few limbs if I do đ#also red thread of fate!!! soulmates!! they complete each other!! oh if only nothing had happened#back then...#so dont mind the title I really just wanted to say the acronyms
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more old man yaois under the cut đ
#arts#mine#saucy#pepstavo#gus is like#so plesantly surprised w how mellow this man is#he just runs his shop. comes home and cooks and watches tv for a lil bit#and its like#he is just relaxing now; no real stress about his shop or his home anymore#and like YEAH gus was already committed to staying w him even when he was angry and volatile#but knowing that hes got this mellow man underneath all of that initial anxiety and stress is like#đ„ș#and he doesnt wanna LOSE thatâŠso gus spoils him as much as he can heehee#as much as he teases about wanting to bottom he is still generally happy and eager to top#esp when pep is so receptive to touch and praise#he doesnt need the ego boost but it helps đ
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now i wake up by your sideâ
bakugou x f!reader
wc: 2.8k+
tags: u.a. college au, canon-compliant, reader has a telekinesis/telepathic quirk, references (and potential spoilers) for the current arc in the manga, angst, a lot of secret hidden feelies
tysm to @alrightberries for giving me the opportunity to bring this lil thought of yours to life đ„ș your patience and understanding during the time it took me to write this is so appreciated it, and tbh you're the reason i'm even still here right now LOL you're so sweet, and i hold your kindness so close to my heart. i wish i could convey how much it means to me. i hope i did this even a lil justice !! happy birthday dear !!!! đ„șđ©·âšïž
Sero dreams of watching the sunrise on top of the Roppongi Observatory.
Itâs a beautiful sight, one youâve never seen with your own eyes, but you soak in the warmth flushing across his cheeks and the anticipated break of morning through the clouds. When he takes in a hefty breath, you feel the spring chill sting inside his chest, crisp and clear, like itâs you breathing instead of him, and itâs almost comforting enough to lull you to sleep, too.
But a clay pot shattering against a nearby bench has your eyes springing open, ripped from the haven youâd been lost to.Â
You have to blink several times in order to fight through the exhaustion wearing you thin, but the evening returns to you in small, bleary doses. Itâs the middle of the nightâor at least it was when youâd first wandered out to the training field, and you canât be sure how many hours have passed since then. Across the yard, youâve successfully managed to carry four pots from the garden plot near the entrance all the way to your feet with your Quirkâ but number five sits in pieces in the grass.
Youâll have to clean that up by morning or Eraser will make you run laps until you puke. Again.
Kirishima flits through your mind in a suit and tie: not as a Hero, but a spy of some kind, chasing down men with masks covering their faces and wielding a gun that looks odd in his hands, even in his own dream. Despite being back in the dorms, stories up and near the end of the hall, you can see itâhear him yelling out at the criminal to stop, feel the thud of the ground under his feet. His own determination blares through you like a freight train, as strong and damning as he is, and you fight to force yourself back inside your own shoes as you try to carry another pot.
Recovery Girl used to tell you that you did this to yourself: all your worry about losing sleep psyching yourself out of it completely, chasing it away before it even had the chance. When everyone is getting ready for bed, heading out of the common room and hitting the showers, you can feel that suspense building; what will come across tonight while everyone dreams? Fantasies? Or nightmares?
During the day itâs easier to drown out the foot-traffic of everyoneâs thoughtsâyou do it without trying, nowâbut your brain needs rest, too. Letting go of control for even a second, just to get some shut eye isâ
Something frightening is outlined in your peripheral vision, the dash of a pale shape you arenât able to discern before itâs gone. The air turns metallic and stale and you can hear water sloshing, though youâre nowhere near the pools. All your blood rushes in your ears and your fingers curl, like youâre gripping your seatâgripping the edge of the couch in the common room, where youâd been sitting beside Mina when Kaminari put on that horror movie. The one with theâ
âThe hell are you doinâ?â
Your eyes snap open for the hundredth time that nightâshow over, credits rollingâand itâs Bakugou. Standing only feet away from the new set of clay shards of your failure, tangible and real and staring at you with an intensity not even your dreams could mimic.
You blink, eyes stinging and heavy. You must look insane. âOh, hey,â the voice that comes out of you is far-away, chartered off to distant lands, and he notices immediately, focus razor-sharp despite how late it is. âWhat did you say?â
Bakugou wrinkles his nose, like heâs offended at having to repeat himself. âI said, what the hell are you doinâ? Itâs nearly 2 in the morning and youâre out here throwinâ shit around in your fuckinâ pajamas.â
Almost on cue, the breeze brushes past your legs, chilly enough to have you shivering, and you peek down at them as if you donât know what they look like. The sweater youâre wearing is from second year and the U.A. logo is half-worn off, but itâs the comfiest thing you own and if youâre going to be plagued all night by the forced intimacy of your classmatesâ dreamsâyou at least want to be cozy.
When you look back up at him, Bakugou is pointedly looking away, taking interest in something other than your wimpy state of dress.Â
It dawns on you then that heâs out here, too, in sweats and a simple back sweatshirt, hair a messy, golden halo in the pale, buzzing field lights. If you didnât know any better, youâd almost think his face was a little rosy, butâmaybe youâre seeing things.
Still. Being out and away from everyone, alone with Bakugou, makes your stomach tighten horribly. Like youâve done too many sit-ups.
You try to brush off your sudden bout of shyness, because you know heâll clock that in no time, too. âWell, I could ask you the same thing.â At the raise of your eyebrows, he only tchs, and casts you a filthy look. âBut I think maybe Iâll just mind my own business.â
The face he makes is so awful and hot-blooded that you laugh, truly and earnestly, enough that a headache pulses to life. You wince, and the stream of pain that shoots down the middle of your skull brings back that image of Kirishimaâs action-thriller: blood and knives, the sound of skin on skin, a fist against cheekbones, the ugly snap of breakingâ
âOi.â
Bakugou is closer than before, when youâre grounded back inside yourself. At least no pots have been broken this time. Less to clean up.
âSorry,â you shoot him an apologetic smile that you know he must hate. âItâs just soââ your hand feels like itâs made of lead, but you drag it up to massage slow circles into your temple, trying not to grit your teeth and worsen the pounding in your head. âSo loud sometimes.â
Heâs silent until the pain ebbs out, and when you can blink without flinching, you peek up to catch how intently heâs watching your face. In the night like this, his eyelashes seem darker, longer, a kind of haunting beauty you would dream about, if you could get some sleep.
Again, you think of Kaminariâs horror movie, legs pressed against Minaâs under the heavy comforter sheâd brought down from her room. Itâs warm, the kind of pink, fluffy thing youâd imagine a girl like her to haveâbut it didnât stop you from shivering every time you chanced a glance at Bakugou and found him already staring back.
The heat in your cheeks spreads to the back of your neck, so immediate that you think you might start sweating. âDreams and stuff,â you murmur, by way of an explanation, ânightmares, sometimes.â
Bakugou's frown deepens, the muscle in his jaw tightening once as he grits his teeth. âWhat, you can justâŠhear that shit all night?â
âUsually,â you shrug, âIt just comes in, you know? And Iââ you steal another glance at him, aware, then, of just how intrusive you might sound. The veil of privacy is thin between you and others, and they don't often like being reminded of that. âNot for you, though. I don'tâI don't get anything from you.â
And it's true, frustratingly enough. Not that you are ever intentionally peeking into anyone's head, but things slip through, occasionallyâsudden reactions, wild, loose trains of thought.Â
Bakugou's face twists, regardless, and you're reminded of all the times you've been forced to spar together, at Eraser's behest. One of the smartest in your class, quick on his feet and never without a plan; every time you've managed to get a hand on Bakugou, there's been nothing but a sea-shore calm.
It's hard to do and, at this point in your life, you've seen a thousand people try itâbut he's the only one that's ever succeeded in keeping you at bay.
Nothing in his expression changes, but all your nerves spread to your voice until it shakes. âYou'reâI don't look in there, of course, but it'sâyou've always beenâŠâ Bakugou is terrible at taking compliments, you know that, almost as bad as you are at giving them. âPretty, I guess.â
Awful, at giving them.
Embarrassment floods him, suddenly stained pink as he curls into himself. âPiss off,â he barks, and though heâs scowling at you in what must be disgustâyou canât help but to smile at how aggressively bashful he is.
You almost get the guts to make matters worse, just because you can. Admit how handsome youâve come to find him, after the last few years, until his face is steaming in the sweet nighttime chill; the kind of intimacy you wouldnât mind dreaming about again and again.
The absence of his thoughts are a comfort for your tired mind, has all the harsh edges of night fading into something a little easier to swallow, to breathe in. You know he does it on purpose as a strictly defensive move, but you almost want to thank him. For the quiet.
You donât know if itâs from you or him, but when you reach a hand up to hover near his temple, the air buzzes between you, gently. Charged with that same thing that had you unable to look away from him in the common room only days ago. âIn here, I mean,â you murmur, and the smile you pull on feels lame, but itâs as genuine as ever. âI donât know, I donât know how you do it. But itâsâŠnice.â
Youâve seen him die a thousand times.
Mostly in Midoriyaâs dreams, sometimes in Eraserâs when he nods off during last period, but that horrorâlike many others, from that dayâstains you all. When dinner is put away and showers are finished and the lights go out and the flood gates open, someone almost always relives the ugliness of it all; youâre more familiar with that moment than you are with any of your own.
Here and now, you close your eyes and see Jirou staring back at you, face beautiful and full of hope. You see Kirishimaâs torn suit jacket and the blood on his cheek and the empty gun in his hand, the most dedicated secret agent. Aoyama is dreaming of his mother, something warm that makes you feel like youâre dazzling, too.
And yetâBakugou is silent. Even right in front of you. Even after everything.
If anyone deserves the peace and quiet, you suppose it ought to be him.
âWhenâs the last time you got any sleep?â
You blink until his blurry figure is clear, and itâs like you can physically feel whatever energy you had left seeping from your body at the mere mention of sleep. âMaybe a morning or two ago,â you tell him truthfully, âI usually pass out after a few rounds of âthrowinâ shit aroundâ.â
Bakugou only stares at you as he digests the words, and once heâs gotten them down, he shakes his head before looking out over the mess youâve made of the training field. With his head turned like this, you can take in the full weight of his scarâthe one thatâs wide and still baby-pink across his cheek.Â
You almost get the guts to tell him heâs handsome. Almost.
Frustration is evident on his face when he looks back at you, but his voice comes out softer than you expect, like he's struggling to get out any words at all. âCanât keep doinâ this,â he chastises. âCanât be a Hero if youâre half asleep all the time. Gotta figure this shit out.â
âI am,â you give a lazy wave to your pots, âWhatâs wrong with this solution?â
âIt's ass.â
âAlright, you have any better ideas, pretty boy?â
He bristles, visibly enough to have you snickering, andâyouâre not sure what you expect of him; to continue his griping or leave you to your own devices, building his walls up high as he always does. Ever the fighter, ever the protector; maybe itâs a good thing, you tell yourself, because youâre weak like this and one of you needs to be thinking straight.
Despite his flush, thereâs a playfulness to his grouchy expression, his raspy toneâand it has you leaning too far into things you donât know how to name.
You never know what to expect of him.
Thereâs the slightest brush of skin against the back of your hand, and when you drop your eyes to the slowly-dwindling space between youâthe rough pads of his fingers are touching you, gently. Softly enough to be the breeze, if it werenât so warm.
Youâre afraid to look at him, suddenly, like it will break whatever spell the night is casting over both of you; instead you press your lips together to stop their wobbling and the smile fighting to give you away. Youâre waiting for that sea-shore calm, that quiet comfort, whatever it is heâs trying to offer you, strangely enough, in this moment. When you turn your hand over to catch his, the air buzzes again and the blood rushes in your ears.
You focus andâall you can see is your own face staring back at you. In a flash, like heâs cycling through his cards in a hurry, trying to find the best one.
You, across the arena during the entrance exam. You, in the locker room before the Sport's Festival. You, sitting in the common room during Christmas. You, ruined with tears and your own blood and covered in grime, on the darkest day of your life.
You, now. On the field in the stale light, prettier than you think you must look, for being so exhausted, the lines of your smile deep as you grin up at him.
âAnd then there's nothing.
The absence of noise is louder than anything. A stark, white silence that cuts through; a different world trickling away. A single touch and a little focus is all it takes to take root inside someoneâs head and thatâs always felt like a weapon, but now it feels like coming inside from a snowstorm, relief shuddering down your spine. Everyone else's fears and nerves and heartaches dissolve until theyâre only a bitter taste at the back of your throat. Something far, far behind you
Thereâs just Bakugou. A strong silence that feels impenetrable, invulnerable to the outside. The steady beat of his heart is comforting in a way you didnât realize it would be, has that bloody, dead-eyed image of him shifting into something else: another moment in Midoriyaâs memories, of his silhouette standing in the sun, tall and fierce and alive.
Returned. Here and now with you, after numerous, unforeseen turns of events. You wonder if the ease surrounding you is his own, something else heâs sharingâor if this is just how it feels to be with him after so long. Maybe in the past it was differentâyou know it was; during the entrance exam, during the Sportâs Festivalâbut now you feel more relaxed than you ever have. A reminder that, no matter how dark the nights get, the sun is only just beyond the horizon.Â
Returned, comforting and quiet.
(You won't know this until much later, but your hand will go slack in Katsuki's and his fingers will tighten around your own because he's not ready to let go yet. When your knees buckle, he'll already be there, awkwardly holding you up against his shoulder as his face flames and his eyes dart around the empty field, checking for any shitty snoops.
Ears is always up damn late, too, and there's a decent chance he'd get caught trying to haul you back to your room on the third fuckinâ floor, so there's really no better option than to gently lower you both to the grass. After a couple of minutes with no movement, the field lights will shut off and only the distant glow of the stars will remain.)
(You won't know this until much later, but Katsuki will arrange the both of you so that your head isn't slumped on the hard ground, but resting on the plush of his bicep, an arm around your shoulders so that the warmth can be shared between you both. His heart will pound hard enough in his chest to be worrisome, and every time you shuffle and scoot closer to him and nudge your nose into his sweaterâKatsuki will fight to stay open and true, only honest with you in this wordless way.)
(You won't know this until the sun rises high behind your lids and your bones ache and heâs shown you things he could never say, but it's the best sleep you think you've ever gotten. With him, under the stars, surrounded by his calm and his constant.)
(You won't remember this but in your dreamâyour real dream, born from with solace Katsuki offers youâthe morning will rise and settle in and he'll walk you back to your room despite the stares and in the elevator when you're alone, his lips will touch yours and you'll feel his heart in your chest and his nerves in your stomach and his fear and relief all in one.)
(And right away, when you wake up, you'll finally have a name for this thing that's been blooming between you both for as long as you can rememberâand he will, too.)
#i was so nervous about getting the quirk right kahfkahf#and then i was so nervous about it being fluffy enough bc the first draft of this was too angsty ??#SO I REWROTE IT LOL#i hope this is okay !! đ„ș#i love the idea of bakugou being able to express how he feels in emotion only#that the fear he doesn't know how to name or how to explain or understand is conveyed to you somehow#whenever he touches you#đ„ș#tysm for giving me the chance to write it !!!#literally no but seriously you're the only reason i haven't privated this blog again LMAOOO tysm đ„ș#âż willow writes#âż one shot: bakugou
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i know this has probably been said a million times already before but it really strikes me how asexual hannibal is as a show overall now that i'm on my 4th rewatch
hannibal himself doesn't ever seem to lust after anyone in any way aside from will (and their love for each other is far from the typical amatonormative conventions society likes to impose on ppl)
we only see hannibal have sex with one person and it's only as a means to an end
hannibal clearly favors platonic connections over sexual and romantic ones, or at least shows his attraction in... very different ways than what's considered "normal", but his insistence that will is his friend despite stating multiple times that he loves him is very telling
and in the first few eps, jack asks will why the minnesota shrike would target young brunette girls. he throws out theories and suggests sexual motives, maybe? but there were no traces of semen on the body anywhere and then that's when will EXPLODES and firmly shuts the theory down by stating "no, he wouldn't disrespect her like that!"
will actually got to live the "normal" married life with a wife and a kid for 3 years but that was simply not enough. at the 1st chance he got, he freed hannibal from prison and then hopped on a boat to see him in italy
mads himself (in an interview that i forgot the origins of LOL sorry) said will and hannibal most likely would never let their relationship "become physical"
their love and connection and yearning are SO DEEP that it defies typical parameters of relationships not just bc they're gay, but bc their love transcends any need for the dog and pony show that romance and sex often demands. they literally don't even need to have sex to deepen their relationship
in hannibal's words: "the very sight of you nourishes me"
#clown horn#hannibal#horrorluv#so now the aroace is blasting the murder husbands with the aspec beam#how predictable#but these mfs never touch each other not once unless it was absolutely necessary and i'm just so đ„șđ„șđ„ș#their love is soooo deeep and yet i don't see more aspec posts abt them? no aspec fics on ao3?#just cuz will might be aromantic doesn't mean he doesn't love so deep it aches!!!#where my aspec fics at!#reading abt these two fucking and living together is nice and all i guess but i need morrree#like one where they tear a person apart with their teeth and go to bed smokin cigs like as if they just fucked#and where is the devotion!!?!??!!#girl help i'm seeing aromanticism in the most romantic-coded media to ever exist#every character that loves and aches deeply for it but doesn't kiss anyone or hold hands are aro to me đ#they just are. i'm sorry#while we're here i truly do believe hannibal could be demi. but he's not above having sex with random ppl#i mean. he's a very opportunistic guy. maybe he's demiro asexual?#and will is FORRR SUREEE aromantic i'm sorry. i don't make the rules. look at that autistic man and tell me he likes amatonormativity#exactly. he doesn't!!!
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For the au ask game!
OKAY I wanted specifically to get to the pokemon au from the ask you sent, it's been cooking a bit so it's time to see what comes out of the oven, so... @azol-otl ty for the ask!
Crossover au's are all about the fused worldbuilding for me and speculating on how characters from universe A would fit into universe B heehee hoohoo - and for Batfam especially it's fun to think about the equivalent of their roles as vigilantes! What kind of people have the same level of celebrity, the same sideways seeking of justice?
Naturally this leads you to the gym leaders because a) it's the most fun and b) they are like. Quasi-law enforcement/educators/professional athletes depending on how you try to translate the innate child's perspective on the pokemon universe into something that makes sense as an adult lol ilu pokemon. [insert 'compels me though' gif here]
SO with this in mind, here's 5 fun facts (that are mostly backstory lmao) from a jaytim pokemon au I would write
I'm deeply ill about pokemon so this one goes under the cut lol:
Jason Todd used to be the Champion. He won the role after Dick Grayson quit a year or two before (Dick had been getting older and chafing under the League rules - meaning he'd been chafing under how Bruce ran the League) and was a fierce competitor who didn't believe in going easy on anyone. His Houndoom was a force to be reckoned with, and despite running a mostly Dark-type team, his Honchkrow cleaned up anyone thinking their Fighting-types could sweep. He looked after the League and Gotham with a cocky, self-assured attitude and the win record to back it up. .
Jason disappeared suddenly at the age of 15. Many assumed him dead, after a Rocket (Or whatever Gotham themed gang name we want to go with lol could be Team Joker) bombing in the area he'd last been seen, but he's officially declared missing. Bruce Wayne took back the duties of interim Champion as he once did for Dick Grayson, but he's not quite the mentor he once was. It's obvious he's grieving, and that he doesn't want to mentor any more twelve year olds. Dick signed up to be a Gym Leader shortly after this, returning from his trip about a year early to help out in the chaos following Jason's disappearance. .
Enter Tim Drake. Tim's gym challenge wasn't all that interesting in the circuit at first; he had a rocky start and had to retake a few gym challenges. He wasn't exactly sweeping on his first try every time like Jason had done. He didn't have the meteoric rise that caught the Champion's attention early, didn't get one-on-one mentorship or face-to-face meetings, cautionary advice and congratulations all rolled into one from Bruce Wayne himself - but Tim had patience and grit, and he paid attention. He was gunning for the Championship, and it wasn't just so he could prove himself. Team Rocket/Joker was still out there, and Bruce needed all the help he could get. He was always better for Gotham when he had a Robin. .
Dick had been nicknamed Robin for his all-Flying-type team and especially his Natu-then-Xatu; Jason followed up with his Murkrow-then-Honchkrow; Tim's Rookidee was one among many (Robin-esque pokemon were popularized by Dick and the trend remains through Tim's day) so he wasn't considered a possible Robin successor until it was a Corvisquire and he was about to face Dick Grayson himself, a badge away from Victory Road. By then, Tim and his team were a well-oiled machine (he runs mostly Steel-types lol but also Normal-types for the unexpected adaptability and the 'underestimate my rattata i dare you it's in the top peRCENTAGE--' of it all. FEAR.), and his loss-record had all but frozen while his win-record ticked higher and higher. .
Shit finally goes down about three years after Tim has become Champion and all but bullied Bruce into mentoring him (he basically said 'if you don't watch me, i'll go find Team Rocket/Joker on my own' and triggers all of Bruce's child endangerment traumas simultaneously) and the mysterious Rocket/Joker leader Red Hood shows up, bringing the gang out of the shadows in pursuit of a hidden agenda. Identity shenanigans and "wait is that a Houndoom? But he's only been using Ghost-types, it CAN'T be..." and heel-face turns abound. .
(BONUS FACT: Something something, Jason went into deep cover with Looker or whoever he is, that Interpol guy from X & Y (WAIT. LOOKER MIGHT ACTUALLY BE TALIA AL GHUL IN THIS AU HOHOHO), infiltrating the Rocket/Joker gang and going public as Red Hood is the first step in the last phase of the sting. Cue a million tense Jaytim interactions in which Tim is legitimately trying to take Red Hood down and Jason desperately tries to shake him so that he doesn't do anything that forces Jason to blow his cover. There is at least one 'tugged into a tight space to hide them both from the actual bad guys, "wait, did you just HELP me...?" "Think whatever you want, babybird"' interaction because I am a slut for the first sprinkles of a redemption arc that is rife with UST fufufu)
#did i make this pokemon au actually an undercover spy action movie? yes. yes i did#also their full team comp i will leave to the imagination haha#everyone has their preferences for what's appropriate so i'll name a general typing preference and leave it there mostly#but I will defend Dick 'the Flying' Grayson(s) forever. all flying types for him change my mind#I like the idea of city-boy through and through street kid Jason having a stereotypical inner city team at first#but his team changes and expands as his pokemon journey really kicks off#i always think of that one short from the start of Pokemon 2000 with the inner city tire castle that pikachu finds#and the houndour that FUCKS IT UP LOL#so to me houndour is like. okay it's one of my favorite pokemon (COULD YOU TELL *glances at my banner) but it's a def an urban pokemon to m#so i like the idea of scrappy street kid Jason finding a houndour đ„ș and that was his first pokemon đ„ș#so he kinda falls into dark-types in part because of the stigma around them being difficult to raise and him calling BS#and then of course he switches to ghost-types after he 'dies' in part to separate his identity as Red Hood from Jason Todd#but also for the joke of it all lmao look the dead boy uses ghost pokemon. who also have a stigma for being creepy/unlovable. i cry forever#Tim's team i am the most *shrug* about but i do think he has either a competitive team or a meme team lol#but for him i do like the aesthetics of steel- electric- normal- because Tim is the robin with secretly unhinged normal boy swag#he's out here doing the math and making you underestimate him look at his big tanky aggron lol so slow and then BAM#pikachu with light orb and x6 agility x6 double team u can't touch that rat electro ball to the face#Does his wigglytuff know thunderpunch? ice punch? fire punch? good luck guessing he switches its move set after every battle mfer#OKAY ANYWAY#ty azol for the ask!! i love pokemon i have many brainworms owo#edit: had to fix the formatting a bit to make this READABLE. God help me if it sucks to look at RIP#jaytim#not fic#my writing#ask game#asked and answered#pokemon#dc
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just blokey ways to react to blokey embraces
#theyâre both visibly GIDDY#just from two seconds of proximity and a touch around the waist#just look at their unstoppable happy little smiles#milesâs is utterly RIDICULOUS#i mean#LOOK AT HIM#heâs completely and absolutely gone#but alexâs is there too#mr snarl is no match for being hugged by miles kane#ffs#theyâre just so happy when theyâre around each other đ„ș#milex#alex turner#miles kane#arctic monkeys#milex gifs#my gifs#lulu posts
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Itâs been a HOT second but Iâm rereading Pandora Hearts again. And oofjfsjfhgkksk my kids đ„ș
THEY ARE SO SILLY!!!!!
#Also Gil is literally ALWAYS touching Oz and it makes me insane actually.#10 years can make a guy reeeal clingy huh#Esp considering baby Gilbert rarely ever initiated contact. From what I remember#Anyway they make me ill theyâre goobers I love them#I love how Gil just so casually carries Oz around now. Like heâs a sack of potatoes. LMAO#Oz: Awww youâve gone from being a pathetic wet beast to a slightly older pathetic wet beast đ„ș#Gil:#Gil: I. Donât know how to respond to that actually#Pandora Hearts#Oz Vessalius#Gilbert Nightray#Actually huh. You know what. I might have to make another post on my thoughts about smth#Shima speaks
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