#UA

[mitsukiixx]

Trump has paused the military aid to Ukraine until Zelensky apologizes to him about the meeting on Friday...

I feel like I'm going to throw up.

He started a shit show on Friday. And now he thinks we owe him an apology because he was a jerk? He disrespected the people who died and are dying for our country and now expects praise from that? Is this about pride or is he just fucking with Zelensky?

I feel disgusted, shocked and scared.

I'm a child who can't do shit but write a post about how shitty this man is.

Why is it a man, we, Ukrainians, had no power in choosing as a leader, have to suffer from other people's choices?

I feel disgusted because I had a friend who was telling me how he will end the war under 24 hours... And now my home has lost a good chunk of support that we need in order to survive.

My close family live in a constant fight or flight mode but Trump doesn't give a shit. Cause appearantly Politics is business to him.

And my family has to suffer because of it.

[nidwons]

[prettyboykatsuki]

a lot of people who shit on x reader could never write it even if they tried because it's genuinely very complex to write well narratively in a way i dont think shipfic with two pre-determined characters is not

[miss-galaxy-turtle]

Listen. Listen. The more I think about it. I have a better idea for a bittersweet Umbrella Academy ending that WORKS

The group sacrifices themselves, but die instead of being erased. Reunite in the PREVIOUSLY ESTABLISHED afterlife, which would also connect to how they were like "hopefully we'll see each other again somehow" "that would be nice" thing, AND be a callback to Klaus and Luther in s3. Reunion dance to I Think We're Alone Now, paralleling s1ep1 but they're all together now instead of apart

[merthosus]

Don’t kiss the cast members part 2

Summary: After practicing a scene with Aidan, he did not quite stick to the script. Now you need to maneuver the situation smoothly, without getting into trouble. But Aidan had other ideas. Ignoring everything until he breaks down onto you like clouds soaked with rain.

@tobyisdumb your wish be my command

Rough, fast and so unbelievable good.

The taste of his bittersweet lips still stuck onto yours. You wanted to do it again, no doubt. But your mind stoped you, seeing the problems, which come with it. “Aidan we can’t..." you stumble across your words, but before you could end your sentence he smashed his lips again on yours. His smell alone tarnished all of your senses. The more you kiss, the wetter the kiss is, you feel how his hands push you harshly more into him.

It felt like he lost control, not caring anymore, that we are on a set, anyone could possibly enter. "Aidan", you mumble onto his lips, which were still occupied, exploring you. Suddently he grabbed your thigh, pulling it to his side. He shudders and lets a loose pant fall out his mouth. He seems shocked himself, his body goes tense. He let's go of you, his body leave's yours.

You watch him as he walks back to the desk pulling the script from one of the deco books and walking out. You felt empty, shocked... you couldn't even find a fitting word for it. He left faster, than your brain could comprehend. Reality flogs right into your face. He kissed you. Rough, fast and so unbelievable good. But leaving you like this was not okay, defiantly not. Suddently your anger came back. Fist he makes out with you and then he let's you hanging like this.

You get out of your paralysis and grab your script. This was not professional, it was everything but professional. You cram the peace of paper into your handbag and walk out of the set. You need to get into another set to film a scene with Robert. He squeaked as he saw you and welcomed you happily. It's miraculous how he always lifts the mood when he is in the room. "Heyyyy", he says while hugging you. As he steps away again and looks you deep into the eyes.

"You ok? You kinda look... bewildered", he tries to word it nicely. "I don't know, something very confusing happened", you tell him without saying too much. "Funny, Aidan had the same flustered expiration in his face as he walked by. Are you two a thing?", he asks you. This was a big part of his personality, teasing people with rumors. "Course, we made out in the back of the set", you say matching his tone.

-

After filming the scenes, you get out of your makeup and walk to the buffet. Getting a hot coffee after a long filming day was your treat. You let one of side of the script on the set you and Aidan had 'rehearsed', so you grab your things and go to set 36. You text your mom that you will be home soon and that you took a croissant for her at the buffet. You look up from your phone searching the room for the paper you had lost. You hoped that nobody took it.

You couldn't quite put your finger onto it but you felt watched. You turn around and search for the eyes, which were looking at you, but you found none. "Hello?", you ask. Suddently you get pressed into the wall beside you. You let out a scared squeak, as you feel hands on your hips. Aidan stands before you, his thin body pressing you into the wall. "What do you want?", you ask him, rougher than you actually intended to.

"You", he whispers. "Aidan this is insane", you mumble, as you look into his, with hair covered eyes. "You let me standing there after what you just did", you say. He shakes his head and lays his hand on your cheek. "I am sorry I just didn't know what to do", he ends his sentence in a whisper.

Aidan's intense gaze locks onto yours as he leans in closer, the weight of his presence almost suffocating. "I know," he whispers, his voice laced with regret, "I shouldn't have walked away like that. But I... I panicked." His breath is warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

His confession hangs in the air, and for a moment, the tension between you both feels unbearable. His hands tighten slightly on your hips, as if he's afraid to let go, yet unsure if he should hold on. The smell of him—earthy, with a hint of something sweet—clouds your thoughts, making it hard to think straight. "You can't just do that," you murmur, your voice trembling with the emotions surging inside you. "You can't kiss me like that and then act like it never happened."

His eyes soften, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his features. "I know," he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know, and I'm sorry. But I can't stop thinking about you. About us." The weight of his words crashes down on you, and for a moment, you forget where you are, the set, the script, everything fading into the background. All that exists is the space between you two, filled with unspoken words and unresolved tension.

Aidan moves closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. "I don't want to run anymore," he admits, his voice raw with emotion. "But this... it's complicated. We're complicated." You feel your resolve weakening, the warmth of his body so close to yours drawing you in, but the rational part of your brain fights back. "Adian, this can't just be... some fling. We have to work together. What if—" He cuts you off with a kiss, softer this time, but no less intense. It's as if he's trying to pour all his confusion, frustration, and longing into that single moment. And despite everything, you find yourself kissing him back, unable to resist the pull between you.

When he finally pulls away, both of you are breathless. "I don't know what this is," he says quietly, "but I want to find out. With you." You stare at him, heart pounding, as you try to make sense of everything. The logical side of you knows this could lead to disaster, but your heart... your heart is telling you something else entirely. "Aidan," you begin, your voice steadying, "if we do this, we have to be careful. This could get messy. Really messy." He nods, his expression serious. "I know. But for once, I don't care about the consequences. I care about you."

His words leave you speechless, and for the first time, you allow yourself to consider the possibility. Maybe, just maybe, this could be something more than a mistake. "Okay," you finally say, your voice barely above a whisper. "But we take it one step at a time. No more running." A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he nods. "One step at a time," he agrees, his hand gently caressing your cheek. For a moment, the world feels like it’s standing still, the only thing that matters is the connection between the two of you.

I hope you like it, let me know what you think about it :)

[amkyor]

K. BAKUGO SHORT STORY

Synopsis: Bakugo and his competitive and loud girlfriend (you) at a U.A. sports festival.

Note: For my Bakugo fans!! My adult Bakugo x Fem Reader fanfiction is out right now!! Vote and comment if you read and enjoy!! Link at the end of this post ☆

Passion in the Stands:

The roar of the stadium was deafening as the annual U.A. Sports Festival unfolded under the sunlit sky.

Katsuki Bakugo leaned back in his seat, arms crossed, his sharp crimson eyes scanning the arena below.

He sat comfortably in the VIP section, reserved for pro heroes and special guests, alongside his girlfriend, who was equally engrossed in the matches.

“It’s nostalgic, huh?” you said, glancing at him with a playful smile. “Seeing all these kids out there, trying to prove themselves. Reminds me of someone.”

Bakugo snorted, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yeah, well, none of ’em are me. They’d have to try a hell of a lot harder to even come close.”

You rolled your eyes but chuckled. “Of course. Nobody compares to the great Ground Zero.”

His smirk widened, but he didn’t reply, his attention pulled back to the arena as the next match began.

Two second-year students stepped onto the field, their quirks already activating in preparation for the fight.

The crowd buzzed with excitement as the announcer hyped up the competitors.

At first, you watched with quiet interest, analyzing their strategies and murmuring the occasional comment to Bakugo.

But as the match went on, your demeanor started to shift.

“What the hell is he doing?” you muttered, your eyes narrowing at one of the students who seemed to be hesitating. “Why isn’t he attacking?”

Bakugo glanced at you, amused. “Guess he’s waiting for an opening.”

“Waiting for an opening?” You repeated, your voice rising slightly. “He’s just standing there like a damn idiot! If he doesn’t move, he’s gonna—”

Before you could finish, the other student landed a solid hit, sending the hesitant fighter sprawling to the ground.

You shot to your feet, your hands gripping the railing in front of you.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” you yelled, your voice cutting through the crowd noise. “GET UP AND FIGHT LIKE YOU MEAN IT, DAMN IT!”

Several heads in the VIP section turned toward you, including a few pro heroes who looked both surprised and slightly amused.

Bakugo, however, simply leaned back in his seat, his smirk growing as he watched you with a glint of admiration in his eyes.

The fight continued, and though the hesitant student managed to get back on his feet, his movements were still cautious, almost timid.

You groaned, throwing your hands up in exasperation.

“Don’t let that little shit push you around!” you shouted, your voice echoing across the stands. “You’ve got a quirk—USE IT!”

Bakugo couldn’t hold back a chuckle at that, drawing your attention briefly.

“What’s so funny?” You demanded, your frustration momentarily redirected.

“Nothing,” he said, his tone dripping with amusement. “Just can't get over how big your mouth is.”

You huffed, turning back to the match. “Someone has to say it. These kids need to learn that hesitation gets you nowhere in a fight.”

He watched as you continued to shout at the competitors, your passion and fiery spirit on full display.

Every time you leaned forward to yell, your eyes blazing with intensity, Bakugo felt his heart skip a beat.

It reminded him of himself during his U.A. days—fearless, unrelenting, and unapologetically vocal.

One of the students in the arena finally seemed to find his footing, launching a counterattack that turned the tide of the match.

You cheered loudly, clapping your hands together. “That’s more like it! Show ’em what you’ve got!”

Bakugo couldn’t help but stare at you, his smirk softening into something more genuine.

Watching you like this—completely unapologetic and unfiltered—was like falling in love with you all over again.

“Damn,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head slightly.

You caught the movement out of the corner of your eye and turned to him. “What?”

“Nothing,” he said, his smirk returning as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Just wondering how the hell I got lucky enough to keep up with someone as crazy as you.”

You blinked, momentarily thrown off by the unexpected softness in his tone. Then, a slow smile spread across your face. “Guess you’ve got a thing for crazy.”

“Guess I do,” he said, his smirk widening.

The crowd erupted into cheers as the match ended, but neither of you paid much attention.

In that moment, surrounded by the noise and chaos of the festival, it was just the two of you, connected by your shared passion and the unspoken understanding that you were perfect for each other—crazy quirks and all.

Bakugo Fanfiction

[terrapia]

You okay? Apparently, so is Ben. Yeah. And he's a complete dickhead. They're all dickheads. Dickheads who can fight.

The Umbrella Academy 3x01 "Meet The Family"

My favorite TUA moments (1/?)

[skeleton-with-asweater]

"five was selfish" i am begging you to rewatch the show and tell me that five fucking hargreeves was selfish

[buzzcolorings]

My Hero Academia - "Look At Me."

[kkyos]

the creature

[egnidres]

It's Nuisance's birthday （=´∇｀=）

Aim and Post Dark Cream belongs to @zu-is-here

English version

French version

[wicketcityart]

number seven ☾

[my-thyla-my-captain]

@netflix

What's the point of watching your shows if you either cancel them before they can go anywhere or end them so spectacularly poorly that everyone wishes they hadn't invested the time in it anyway? Asking for a friend.

[miss-galaxy-turtle]

Between Viktor getting fire powers,

Five's teleportation color being different,

And Ben having Doc Ock tentacles now,

I think there's gonna be a thing of them trying to get their powers back and them being slightly different. Maybe that also explains why Klaus (at least appears to be) floating?

I think Klaus is gonna be the one to try and find a way to get their powers back.

Walk with me.

There's the fact that we see him doing an actual seance:

And every season thus far, we have a Hargreeves obsessing over something, corresponding to the season number (Luther trying to find out how Reggie died, Diego trying to save JFK, and Allison trying to get Claire back).

There's ALSO a bit of Klaus breathing in a plastic bag. Maybe it's because he no longer has immortality and now knows how many times he's died before, so he's not taking any chances:

It also works on a character development standpoint: he goes from hating his powers to the point of numbing it with drugs and alcohol to wanting them back. It could ALSO ALSO explain why all the powers are slightly different. Maybe he tried to get the powers back but slightly different? So he can have immortality without the ghosts. Because of that, everyone's powers are slightly different.

This might just be the ramblings of a madwoman but I think I'm onto something

[merthosus]

Desperation

Summary: After Five has gone to hell and back to prevent the end of the world and save his whole family, it drives him insane to do it a second time. Despite all his efforts not to let humanity go to ruin, it feels like an endless loop. After a long evening of martinis and some more martinis, he stumbles through the hotel door of a stranger. Not only is he surprised that the face behind the door looks familiar, but also the fact that she was just getting ready for bed.

Here a sexy poster from Five I fell in love with! With every purchase you automatically support me :) https://amzn.to/3yGK6Fm

"So her beauty would be never forgotten no matter in which timeline"

The terrible feeling of powerlessness made Number Five reach for the glass again and again. No matter how many times he tried, no matter how great his efforts, it was hopeless. The thought of giving up plagued him more than he thought. But he had to be strong, not for himself, but for his siblings. The only place where they still felt safe was this hotel, a collection point for criminals of all kinds who didn't want to be found so quickly. You met all kinds of people in the corridors. Be it the woman who treated her dog like a child or Diego's son, who left a trail behind him with his leaking ear, just like in Hänsel and Gretel. Behind every hotel room door was a different personality that you definitely wouldn't have expected.

It was relatively difficult for Five to stay on his feet, and not just this evening. The usually so dressed up Five stumbled from corridor to corridor, searching in vain for his bed. He actually had a good feeling for how much alcohol he could drink, but after having to return to his young body, he had forgotten that his liver was not quite the same as that of a sixty-year-old. His hair, usually so tightly pulled back, was disheveled and strands were hanging out. His shirt was anything but pressed and his bow tie hung loosely around his neck. The only thing he had in mind, was his cozy bed, waiting for him in one of this many bedrooms.

He didn't know exactly why, but he was drawn to a particular door, number 45. The door was no different in any way from the other 123 he had seen on his tour, but like a moth to a lantern, he was drawn in that direction. The temptation to simply walk past the wooden door without paying attention to it was impossible for Five. He wondered whether it was really his gut feeling or perhaps the few drops too many. He decided not to think about it any longer and took a step towards the door. His long, thin fingers gripped the knob and Five felt no resistance. The door was only ajar. This couldn't be a coincidence.

He opened the door as quietly as his alcohol-soaked body would allow him. Then he leaned against the doorframe. He couldn't believe who was standing in front of him. His mouth was agape with astonishment, but also with admiration. His thoughts no longer had any self-control. The usually rational Five couldn't stop the thoughts flowing through his head. Y/n stood a few meters in front of him, his former colleague from the commission who had disappeared at some point. Five had never expected to see her again, especially not half naked. Still his mouth wasn't closed, admiring what was standing in front of him. She's lifting her long armed shirt, stretching her torso. He was leaving none of her body parts unwatched.

Her shining thighs, which doubled in size when she sat down. Oh God, how many times Five had had to sit differently to hide his arousal, how many times he had negotiated with the handler to go on missions with her instead of alone. Years of suffering, years of unsatisfied lust, years of concealed love. Five didn't move an inch to not draw attention to himself and scare her off. Five wondered how long he could hold out. He would stand at this very door for hours, starving, just to keep looking at her. Her stretch marks, which piled up on her like the waves of the sea. Her beautiful back which was covered in tattoos. Everything about her was as perfect for Five as the stone carved figures from Greece. Every time he looked at her, he remembered the beautiful figures and vowed to, one day, carve one of her. So her beauty would be never forgotten no matter in which timeline.

The more he focuses his thoughts on her, the less control he has over his body. He stumbles forward and barely manages to hold on to the Anden doorframe with his left hand. Suddenly, Y/n's head shoots up and she has just tried to pick up her T-shirt. Startled, she presses the scrap of fabric against her unclothed upper body. It feels like she is swallowing her air when she sees the drunken Five standing at the doorway. "Five…" she whispers to herself. "Mademoiselle Y/n," Five bows, trying in vain not to fall over. "W… what are you doing here?" she asks as she quickly pulls her T-shirt over her head. "You shouldn't be in this timeline," she mumbles to herself. Five laughs to avoid showing his true emotions. "So you're still working for the Commission. Funny, after you just disappeared like that," he says as he closes the door behind him and takes a step towards her.

"Five I needed to… It was this or killing you. The handler gave me no choice. You turned against her, what else was I supposed to do?" she asked. Five thought before walking towards her with quick yet shaky steps. He stopped just before her and tapped her heart with his finger. "You could have stayed with me. I can't believe it, after everything we've been through together," Five shakes his head. "Not a day has gone by that I haven't thought about you, Five," Y/n confesses, looking at him. Despite the transformation back into his youthful body, Five was taller than her, Y/n struggled to look him in the eye. So much pain was reflected in them. "I've been looking everywhere for you Y/n," he breathes it out rather than saying it.

Thank you for reading love :)

[crashoutnarumi]

So what was the purpose of all of those notebooks if not to foreshadow Izuku becoming a school teacher or some other form of educator/mentor?

I know we joke about Izuku becoming a fast food employee after he graduates, but seriously. What DOES his future look like?

My personal theory is teacher.

However, I can also see historian,a job within the HPSC, or author.