#TGIM

[daboyau]

I think number 16 for those dialogue prompts with tgim au has the potential to be very upsetting 😊👀❤️

This took way too long! Some minor spoilers for Izuku’s future situation in TGIM, but I don’t think it’s anything people didn’t expect lol

(it was so hard not to get this beta read just out of habit lol)

I love you and hope you’re doing good and will enjoy!!! For the uninitiated this is a bnha fic where Izuku gets kidnapped and raised by Chizome from a young age. You can read it here! Warning for death of an unnamed hero ✌️

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Izuku waited until Stain left before he dared to show himself. He was never sure whether it would help or not, having someone there to witness their final moments. It wasn’t like he’d be able to help them. Stain would see the blood on his clothes and know if he tried. He always knew, even when Izuku was extra careful.

Still, he couldn’t bear the thought of letting them be alone.

It hadn’t been a clean kill, leaving the woman choking on blood as it bubbled up to fill her throat with every struggling breath. That had been intentional; Stain was far too competent for it to be anything else. Maybe it was a final chance. Some twisted version of kindness, to leave her survival up to fate or karma. Like this, if someone were to find her soon enough, she might have a chance of surviving. 

Too bad no one had come to investigate the soft, desperate sounds she made since Izuku had begun his vigil. They knew that Stain haunted alleys, and few passersby’s would be willing to risk running into such a monster face to face.

She’d noticed him immediately, desperate eyes tracking his cautious movements from the roof, down the fire escape, and into the cover of the dumpster’s shadow. Not that he’d been making any effort to hide himself from her; she wouldn’t be around long enough to tell anyone about him. Still, with the amount of blood she’d lost, it was an impressive feat that she was still conscious and present enough to do so.

Her eyes had gone wide, her mouth flapping uselessly, and a bloodied hand had reached towards him. It had only trembled an inch off the ground before it had flopped bonelessly to the dirty concrete, her strength failing her. Izuku hadn’t moved closer despite how she had been gazing at him with the kind of misplaced desperation and hope that made his stomach churn.

“God, I'm so sorry,” he rasped, fingernails biting into the calloused skin of his palms and he balled his trembling hands into tight fists. He felt his stomach churn as he looked at that blood soaked hand, and the wedding ring on it, and remembered that she had a husband and a two year old daughter waiting for her at home. He’d begged Chizome to leave her alone, but whatever she’d done had been too much for the man to overlook. Izuku forced himself to give her a shaky smile. “It'll be over soon, I promise," he lied. “Help is on the way.”

He’d tried not to look at her face as he settled himself into a crouch, back pressed against the wall, hidden from view of the entrance to the alley. He hated having to watch them die in places like this. Surrounded by filth and all alone, except for Izuku, here to wait with them until their final breath. Izuku was rarely able to dissuade the man who had raised him from going after anyone, once he’d set his mind to it. This was his way of apologizing for that failure, in the only way he could.

The woman gurgled again, eyes rolling in her head, fingers curling around empty air. Tears were tracing their way down her face, droplets catching in the first hint of laugh lines around her glassy eyes. Her mouth was curling soundlessly around a name, and Izuku felt his breath catch in his chest, and he wondered briefly if his own mother would ever say his name with such a heartbreaking sorrow. 

She would be ashamed of him, if she could see him now. Maybe she’d be relieved to be free of the tether around her neck that was having Izuku as a son, if she were to be in the same place as this woman. He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the nausea tightening his throat. 

With a final wary glance towards the mouth of the alley, Izuku braced himself and crept slowly forward. Mindful of the blood, he circled until he could settle outside its reach. Then, he reached out and gently took her hand, giving it a slight squeeze. He could feel her pulse fluttering weakly against his fingertips, a final desperate attempt to live. 

“It’s okay. You’re safe. I’m here now; you can rest now.” 

There was a small return of pressure as she tried to squeeze his hand back. Her eyes, no longer seeing the world around her, slid closed. There was the smallest hint of a relief curling the edges of her mouth as she drew her final breath. 

[kayodekolade]

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[artichokefartichoke]

Birds are singin

[tvguts]

we need a good neutral word for "last day of work before my day off" because i feel so stupid saying "today is my friday" to my coworkers. like even when friday isn't your last day before the weekend it still holds that symbolic grasp on your vocabulary. i feel like it's unfair to the other weekdays. anyway TGIM (M for Monday) am i right fellas

[virtie333]

TGIM!

It's kind of nice being able to look forward to Mondays when most everyone else dreads them. Anyway, despite the fact that I'm super sore from all the scrubbing I did cleaning kennels from dogs that went home yesterday (I can't turn my head all the way to the left!), I'm in a really good mood today. Why?

I don't have a headache. Yet.

I have the next two days off. It's so nice having two days off in a row (it doesn't always happen).

I finished a chapter last night, and now I can head into the chapter that has the smutty scene I've been envisioning for this story for several months now!

I downloaded an older version of Windows Movie Maker, so maybe I can start making my hiking music videos again (and one for my California trips, too!)

The heat is back, although it's once more super windy out.

The dewpoint is also high and there is a chance of severe storms later, but as long as they don't get too bad, I'm all for that!

[classicmeevs]

if i wasnt meevs idk what i would fucking do.

I don't know how you guys do it, i seriously have a lot of respect for you out here the way things are.

#TGIM

[wumblr]

ran production control by myself tonight. my worst mistake was writing "TGIM?" on the whiteboard. everyone hated that

[tyhardaway]

tgim

[daboyau]

I know that 90% of the people following me are here for turtle content, but I just updated a bnha fic I’ve been writing for six years, so I’m making a post about it. :) The chapter can be found on ao3 here!

There are blood stains on the floor of the bathroom. It started as only one, but they keep increasing the longer he spends locked away in there. Every time Chizome comes home, he lets him out, and they train and they train and they train until Izuku can’t stand anymore. Sharp rocks hidden in the grass cut the bare soles of his feet and the weapons he wields make his hands bleed after so long spent clutching and swinging and throwing and missing and trying again and again until he perfects it. Before he goes back to town, Chizome opens a fresh wound on his arm or his leg, fills his flask, and then leaves Izuku to rot again. It feels like he’s always bleeding these days. 

Izuku has spent so much time staring at the bloodstains. They won’t come out, no matter how hard he scrubs at them, but Nikko likes to curl up beside him while he’s cleaning so he keeps trying anyway. He feels dizzy now, staring at the one a few centimeters from his nose as he lays crumpled on the floor, trying to remind his lungs and his throat to keep breathing as he waits for Chizome’s quirk to wear off. 

He only really uses it now when he’s coming back or leaving. It’s as good a gauge as any to know when Chizome is on his way to the cabin, Izuku supposes. A bright side, if he’s really determined to find one. 

The door bursts open at almost the same time that Izuku’s muscles release from their painful freeze. He gasps for breath and curls into a ball, shuddering as his body fights to regain control of its motor functions. He’d bitten his lip when he’d collapsed. The taste of blood fills his mouth and he swallows a few times, not yet strong enough to stand and spit it into the sink. 

“Get up,” Chizome says, and though his voice is rough and tinged with something that scares Izuku, his hands are gentle as he grabs him and hoists him to his feet. “Gather your things and start cleaning. We’re leaving. Tonight.”

Izuku fights to focus his dry eyes, and Chizome’s face finally comes into view. His eyes are burning, the red irises almost glowing from within the sunken hollows of his sockets. Izuku swallows hard, heart hammering away inside his chest as Chizome stares at him with a frightening intensity. 

“Okay,” Izuku rasps once he realizes that Chizome is waiting for a response. “What happened?”

Chizome releases him and steps back, running a hand through his hair and heaving a sigh. He’s jittery. His eyes sweep the cabin restlessly, pupils shrunk to pinpricks, tongue darting out again and again to wet his lips. Izuku’s heart is beating so fast it’s making him feel a little dizzy. 

“Someone’s on to us,” he says at last. Izuku bristles at how vague he’s being, but at least the panic in Chizome’s eyes makes more sense now. “They’ve been trying to follow me back here. I thought they’d give up after a while, but the bastard’s persistent. It’s only a matter of time before they succeed.”

“Who?” Izuku demands, trying to keep his tone firm and confident despite the way the word breaks on its way out of his dry throat. Chizome doesn’t answer, having already turned away to begin gathering anything within easy reach. 

Izuku watches him silently. Exhaustion drags at his limbs, making each bone feel like it weighs a few hundred pounds. He wants to sleep in a bed. He wishes he could remember what kind of sheets his mama used to put on his bed when he was little. He wishes his All Might quilt hadn’t gone up in flames when Chizome had burned their old apartment to ashes. 

“I’m going to sleep in the car,” he warns as he walks past Chizome to the kitchen. His legs feel a little shaky, but he does his best to push through it. Chizome’s head turns to follow him, his gaze feeling like needles boring into his skin, but Izuku pretends not to notice. “I don’t want to be all tied up this time. I’ll hide under the blanket if you want me to, but I want to be comfy so I can take a nap.”

“Okay,” Chizome says easily. Izuku breathes a silent sigh of relief as he kneels to search beneath the sink, pulling out every cleaning tool, rubber glove, and spare sponge tucked away beneath it. Nikko sticks her head into the cabinet, nose twitching curiously and ears partially pinned back. Izuku shoos her away.

“We’re out of bleach,” he announces, trying to ignore the prickling along his spine that tells him that Chizome is still watching him like a hawk after a bunny. His body is aching and he feels the muscles in his legs trembling as he rises from his crouch. He hopes it isn’t too obvious; Chizome’s been so unpredictable, and the last thing he needs is for him to decide that it’s a sign of weakness that needs to be trained out of him right this moment. Or worse, think that Izuku is scared of being found and start babying him. That would probably just mean whoever’s coming after them winds up dead and Izuku gets put back in solitary confinement with nothing to do. “I can just use a rag and dish soap, I guess.” 

Chizome sighs, long and deep and controlled, like he does when Izuku has said some fundamentally wrong but ultimately inconsequential thing. The rag he’s holding is wrung between trembling hands, tighter and tighter until the scrape of rough material against his blisters and scabs becomes too much. The blue of the rag is stained with dark streaks of blood now, and Izuku worries at his lower lip and hopes that Chizome won’t notice. It’s no big deal. They’ve got plenty of rags. It’s fine. 

He tucks the soiled rag behind his back, out of sight. 

“We probably don’t have enough hydrogen peroxide to clean the mess in the bathroom, right?” Chizome asks, eyes squeezing shut, mouth going terse with what Izuku can guess is an oncoming headache. He seems fractured today, like the stress of the situation is too much for him to think straight around. Izuku’s stomach hurts. 

“No. We ran out last week. No bleach, baking soda, or lemon juice either.”

“Right. Okay. Unless we want to burn this place down, I guess I’d better go to the store.” 

“I think burning it down would just draw more attention,” Izuku mumbles, trying not to let how much he wants to roll his eyes be too apparent in his tone. Or how much the mere suggestion makes him sick. 

“Yeah, kid. You’re right.” Chizome’s voice is soft, and as he passes behind Izuku the hand that ruffles his hair is gentle. It takes everything he has not to flinch away from the touch. 

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Tatsui is not a patient man, which means that the last three weeks of staking this asshole’s apartment out have been just short of torturous. He was boring in his predictability, and extremely frustrating in how he always managed to lose Tatsui’s company-issued vehicle during his days off of work. It’s an unmarked model. Nothing fancy, but maybe a bit better maintained than most vehicles seen around town. It’s nothing that should draw any attention, which of course makes it even more suspicious that Yamada’s managed to lose him every time. That was what had finally clued him in to the fact that the asshole definitely knew he was being followed at this point, and recognized the car. 

Luckily he has a friend who had agreed to loan him his old piece of shit car in exchange for borrowing his nicer company vehicle. Tatsui’s ass will be on the line if his boss ever finds out, but it was worth it, because he’s finally gotten close enough to find where his suspect’s hideout is. 

He grins as he watches the familiar car turn onto a small dirt driveway tucked away in the countryside a few kilometers outside town, the entrance almost hidden by overgrowth. Tatsui passes by and parks on the side of the road a ways ahead, waiting fifteen minutes before turning back around to find the driveway again. He follows it until he finds the small, piece of shit cabin tucked into a clearing at the end of the drive. Yamada’s equally shitty car is parked close by. 

Tatsui grins to himself as he pulls his car off the dirt drive and into the surrounding trees, hidden away from any wandering eyes but still able to keep the front door and the car in view. From there, it’s only a matter of time. Once that asshole leaves again for his next shift, he’ll be free to search the hideout for any evidence he might need to make his case against him. 

As it turns out, though, he doesn’t have to wait very long at all. Tatsui curses under his breath and slinks further down into his seat as the slam of the front door echoes through the trees. He can feel his blood pounding in his head, and his heart racing as he considers how much could go wrong if he’s caught. If his theory is wrong and he’s caught spying on a civilian, his job will be on the line. On the other hand, if he’s right about this guy being the villain who took down Ingenium, it will mean a fight. If he’s spotted now, he’s screwed either way.

He watches Yamada as he strides to his car. In the perceived privacy of the forest, the man moves like a predator: graceful, strong, and confident. It’s strange to see him in an environment where he doesn’t know he’s being observed. He seems like a completely different person than the quiet, fumbling idiot that he presents himself as in town. The difference only further cements in Tatsui’s mind that he’s onto something big. 

Yamada pauses for only one brief moment as he gets to the car. His eyes sweep the treeline, and Tatsui holds his breath, waiting for the man to see him and come storming over. The thought of him pulling a cell phone to report Tatsui to the police or his superior is almost more frightening than the threat of him pulling a knife. At least with a weapon, Tatsui’s suspicions would have merit and his quirk would be useful. 

In the end, he’s able to relax a little bit as his douchebag suspect climbs into his car and drives away. What he could have on his agenda so soon after getting to his hideout, Tatsui has no idea. He doesn’t care, either. He’s found the cabin, and its occupant is gone; he’s not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. This is his chance to search the house for evidence, and he refuses to squander it. 

[missouri-and-woe]

guy whose weekend starts on tuesday like "TGIM amirite fellow wagies!!!" and all his facebook friends threaten to kill him for reminding them it's monday

[twofortea]

TGIM was wonderful! Steamy hot goodness with posessive Kakashi and Sakura letting him take his anger out in the most amazing way! I hope you expand it! Love your writing!

Ahhhhhhhh thank you so much!!! I’m not sure if this particular fic will be expanded but there will definitely be more of possessive Kakashi to come in the future. And who knows, maybe there will be a follow up at some point 👀

[kayodekolade]

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👀 What I’m Looking Forward To

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[socaprince]

SOCA THERAPY - SEPTEMBER 1, 2024

Soca Therapy Playlist

Sunday September 1st 2024

Making You Wine From 6-9pm on Flow 98.7fm Toronto

The Moment (Dr. Jay Plate) - Muddy

TGIM - Lil Natty & Thunda

Stagga Dance - Lil Natty & Thunda x Muddy

Sound Check - Mad Skull x Wetty Beatz

Carnival Jumbie - Problem Child

Start (Kerry Stink Edit) - Dat-C DQ x Skinny Fabulous 

Starta Pack - Tionne Hernandez

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Addicted - Jab King x Travis World

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Jouvert Morning - J Fiyre

Engine Room - Olatunji

Sunshine - Blaxx 

Hold A Strain - Kernal Roberts

Thunder - Kes The Band

Mon Bon Ami - Angela Hunte

Human - Machel Montano

I'll Be Ok - Rupee

Soca Therapy - Patrice Roberts

Good Vibes Only - Alison Hinds

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Real Love - Nadia Batson

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