#I AM ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE ALREADY

[aenslem]

Then employ one of your own superstitions. Wish me luck.

[alwaysneedyforsir]

it’s my birthday!!! ya girl’s 21!!! 🎉🎉

[alfazoings]

captain fish holy shit im a big fan

[waveoftheocean]

06.10.23 happy birthday iwa-chan!! sorry for inflicting paperwork on you for your bday but at least you have oikawa to help (coughdistractcough) you 🥰

[semperamans]

Wait because I'm so obsessed with Benny's doll wanting more, deeper kisses and him in her bed but he's determined not to fuck it up! To woo and romance her, treat her like a lady but she's sooo desperate, she's just a girl!

(can I sign off with ✨ so you know it's me sending asks? :3)

oooooh this… this is dangerous… this got me thinking… i am having so many thoughts… i need to lay down :’(

“doll,” benny lets out an almost pained grunt from the back of his throat. “y’gotta stop movin’ like that. won’t-won’t be able to stop,” he’s got his hands on your hips, grip so tight it almost hurts, but you like it, like it so much that you repeat that sinful action, seeking gratification and when your boy drops his head and lets out another noise you’ve never heard before you figure you’re doing a good job.

you see, benny knew from the moment he entered your room that he fucked up. he loves you and there is so much of you around that it’s almost hard to fucking breathe. your nail polishes are displayed on a pretty little tray atop the vanity. old posters from girlhood are pinned into the wallpaper. there’s a long-eared bunny plush thrown haphazardly across your frilly bedding and do you sleep with that? benny doesn’t ask because he knows :( and he finds it so. fucking. cute. :(

but now he’s really fucked. god he’s so very fucked. he should have told you no the second he heard your folks weren’t home and ‘specially when you told him they weren’t coming back til tomorrow. no no no it wasn’t supposed to be like this. he was supposed to go slow with you, with this; to take you on dates and give you his last name and protect you but now you’re beneath him, thighs parted, heel of your foot digging into the dimple at his spine, satin sleep shorts riding dangerously high up your leg. he hadn’t expected you to know how to move like that; caught him by surprise you did, such a sneaky thing but now he wants more and knows he can’t have it. shouldn’t have it. shouldn’t want it the way he does but you’re repeating his name like a prayer and he hasn’t even touched you yet :( so what are you going to be like when he does :( the thought makes him shiver.

“baby,” he says, but he’s a weak man. so weak for you, for his preening little lady, that he has to stop, clear his throat, and try again. “baby-oh fuck-honey, hey, hey, shhh.” “just need you benny.” you’re in tears. “want you to be close. gotta have you so close. please? please more.” he’s dizzy. so dizzy dizzy dizzy that he’s gotta lay his forehead on yours and try to collect himself, his thoughts, but it’s impossible when you sound like that and when you’re asking so nicely? :( his polite girl. “don’t you love me, benny?” you’re playing him. there’s not a doubt in your mind that he loves you. he’d do anything for you and your lust addled conscience weaponizes his unyielding affection. anything to get him closer closer closer. “love me, benny. c’mon. please? please love on me.”

and when you put it like that… how can he turn you down?

[buck2eddie]

they were insane for this btw

[daydreambonsai]

you are my home

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[marimeeko]

Post Epilogue BKDK thought/quasi fic:

That suit probably comes with a manual and a bunch of specs, and blueprints, right?

I'm pretty sure it would come along with what All Might gave him. Alternatively maybe Katsuki has it but why would it be separate from the suit? Anyway;

But Izuku gets it and in-between grading papers, he starts studying it, wanting to take the utmost care of his suit.

He starts realizing that a lot of the direct notes about his Quirks and his techniques are in there, and furthermore...

They're all from Katsuki. Some are direct scans of notes he took and even diagrams and pictures he drew of elements of Izuku's former costume.

Each element of the suit has a section of the original concept, which would be a sketch and summary by Katsuki, along with ideas for how a suit should perform for Izuku. Sometimes a photo of Izukus old costume itself.

As Izuku pours over the manual, he becomes more and more enthralled with seeking out where technical jargon, diagrams, and hard-font gives way to Katsuki's hand writing and sketching; all of his original ideas that spurred the project on.

He starts to even notice, with some pieces, the handwriting is slightly shaky....he realizes that some of these concepts were written in the Era when Katsuki was forced to write with his left hand, his right in recovery.

Izuku covers a gasp with a scarred hand; some of these concepts of his had been written while they were still in UA together.

How had Kacchan been working on this for so long with him just never realizing? And not telling him?

He snaps the thick (hundreds of pages!) Manual shut at once and throws on some shoes and a jacket. Shortly after, he is hammering the door to Katsukis Apartment in the dark.

After a loud complaint can be heard from within about how late it is(its only 8pm), the door opens, and katsuki barely registers that it's Izuku before Izuku THROWS HIMSELF into Katsukis arms, tightly embracing him.

"Whoa, I-izuku??" All of Katsuki's former complaints choke off immediately.

"All Might said you were at the heart of the support suit project, but, it's more than that, isn't it, kacchan??" Izuku asks in a trembling voice. " All this time, Kacchan? Since we were in school, you've been working on this??"

Katsuki suddenly realizes what's happening, and he feels that heavy manual pressed in between their torsos where Izuku has it clutched. He connects the dots.

"...yeah, Izuku..." he carefully admits into green curls, dampened by the rain.

He feels Izuku shaking as he sobs into his chest, but as Izuku gently withdraws, he sees that underneath the onslaught of tears, Izuku is smiling.

"Kacchan, you...You're amazing" Izuku hiccups, tears pouring from his eyes. "I-I don't know how I can ever repay you--"

"You don't have to repay me," Katsuki quickly asserts. "Just give me your damn best out there. And don't you dare ever give up that dream of yours. And quit that crying," he grumbles as he pinches each of Izuku's cheeks as Izuku laughs.

Katsuki invites him in, saying it's too late and dark and rainy for Izuku to go back home at this hour. ( "why'd you have to run all the way across town tonight, I was going to come bug you at UA tomorrow anyway, you nerd!")

They end up looking through the book together over tea and end up passing out on the couch by 10pm, honestly kind of a late night for Katsuki, but not for Izuku who is used to staying up late grading and evaluating papers, along with getting small workouts in. He stays up just long enough to grab a blanket and cover both himself and Katsuki.

He goes to sleep thinking again about how blessed he is.

[4th-make-quail]

"San Francisco. Psychedelics, disco biscuits, angel powders and young men."

-> interview with the vampire 02x05 || don't be afraid, just start the tape

[azzie-tangerine]

Mario and Luigi nation (just you you're the only mario fan I follow) how are we feeling about the mario rpg renaissance

Having a completely normal reaction what you mean

[suntails]

I’m going to paint you a picture of modern communication, and how it is fundamentally broken.

Let’s look at one friend. You chat pretty much everyday, and mostly talk to this person on twitter and discord, with occasional tumblr DMs. That’s three places you talk. But that’s actually not true, because you also have each other’s priv twitters and talk there as well. That’s four. Now account for, let’s say, one post reply per account per person, in addition to your DMs. That’s eight. But that’s ALSO not true, because not only do you talk in discord DMs with each other, but you’re in a friend group server as well! And you talk in those channels together! That’s nine.

This is one friend.

Now look around you. How many friends, how many mutuals are you in contact with. A few, a handful, a dozen, more? How many accounts per person do you have, how many places can you send each other posts, devolve into separate topics and conversations? How many people text you as well. Friends, family, coworkers? What do you do day to day around catching up, what IRL commitments will rip you away long enough to let the pile build again?

I can’t do it. I cannot live an actual life in the real world and balance this much interaction, it’s crushing. I reply to a friend’s post because I’m interested in the subject, I want to have a discussion! I WANT to talk about it with them, but I immediately kick myself for adding another conversation to the pile. Day by day, I ignore messages for hours on end and watch mountains pile around me, to reply en masse at the end of the night to let the cycle repeat. I wake up to six discord DMs and as I clear the third, the first replies back again.

We weren’t meant to have thirty simultaneous conversations. We weren’t. And you know in your bones that the number isn’t an exaggeration.

[sunny12th]

dany was so broken in agot, physically and mentally. she was ready to kill herself to escape drogo. her childhood had been a long unfortunate series of running away from the alleged monsters that killed her family and left her exiled and desperately trying to appease her abusive brother/guardian.

but then, after she's resolved herself to suicide, she has a dream. and then, she starts to notice the beauty in the new world around her. how the dothraki grass sea swallowed her up, the new sights and sounds and smells all around. she found solace in the people, she ate with them, learned their language in a matter of months, enjoyed their food. felt freer in dothraki riding clothes than in the fine silks ilyrio had dressed her up in.

I'm still deeply touched everytime I read about dany giggling, joking around, moving forward, hugging her friends, leading, and fighting after enduring so much. it's not about her being right in everything she does or everything ending well for her. she went through hell, was already going through it before the series even started, and she kept going. she grows and fights and fucks and laughs and cries and rages. she falls and she gets right back up again.

dany is ready to end her own life. the next day, she notices how pretty the sky is. she learns a few more dothraki words everyday and starts to connect more with those around her. she tries some new foods and starts to feel more comfortable on her horse.

the dragon dream certainly did Something to dany - a scarlet and black dragon (drogon, balerion come again) baptizing her in flame. scouring her, tempering her, making her clean. after this, dany makes the quiet choice to live. there is no grand revelation, no "i want to live!" monologue. she simply starts to notice the beauty in the world she's traveling through, the loyalty and easy comradery in her companions, the tasty food and comfortable clothes. dothraki smells, horse smells. riding leather, painted vests, the gently singing bells braided through hair. dany chooses life everytime she giggles, everytime she tries a new food or convinces her friends to try one, everytime she stops to stare at a pretty sight.

she was ready to choose death and she chose life. when her entire world had narrowed to the scope of her pain, to the strength of her abusers, to the golden collar drogo had put around her neck - she still chose life. and just like that, her world expanded and she could see all that was worth living for.

[ineffablefool]

gahhhh the last few weeks I have been starving for fics or art where Aziraphale is clearly, legitimately fat (with adoring attention paid to his physical features which are associated with said fatness) and also clearly, legitimately loved ("desired" would be okay but oh give me cherished, give me treasured and held dear and, again, adored)

and I know that this is one of those things where I should just be the change I want to see in the world, but the last few weeks I have also been [flops face-first onto bed and doesn't move for 45 minutes], so clearly that is not happening

[stars-n-spice]

everyday I thank the Force that Tech's love interest is a black woman. god bless

[completeoveranalysis]

INCREDIBLE.