#and ground for divorce

[jaratedeguadalupe]

janus, virgil and remus watches law and order together, idc it's their thing. and if two of them watches it on their own without the third person they're PISSED

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

[lightseoul]

ooooo could u do 30?? love ur writing sm!! ur an inspiration!!

yes, i can! and thank you so much <3 this one was a bit of a doozy to write, since i really tried to take the unexpected route. enjoy!

(this is lightseoul's 2k milestone event ft. bakugou katsuki! to play, view the numbered list of prompts here, then simply send an ask with your chosen number and i'll whip something up!)

30. "WE SHARE THE SAME NAME!" (1.4k)

he was in the middle of opening the mysterious package—cautious as ever, of course, lest it be a bomb threat sent to the #2 pro-hero dynamight—when he hears the barrage of knocks echo from the door.

he’s not used to visitors showing up unannounced to his home, what with privacy being one of his most deeply held values, especially now that he’s a top-ranking hero in his early 30s.

but it’s not the prospect of having to deal with an intruder that sends his heart racing and his stomach churning with equal parts dread and excitement.

he can easily deal with a non-savory—no doubt about it.

but the person who’s responsible for the all-too-familiar three consecutive, not too heavy but not too light-handed rapping on his door?

not so much.

despite himself, he crosses the distance between him and the entrance in just a matter of few strides, and he takes a deep breath as he steels himself for what’s about to greet him at the other side.

he doesn’t even bother to look through the peep hole, opting to grab the knob and turn it with conviction.

and sure enough, there you are in your—no, his—front porch, decked out in your casual clothes with no makeup on, looking like you just hurriedly dressed yourself to run to his place in a fit of urgency.

it’s that thought that causes his face to morph into worry, even though a million other things are racing in his head, like how long it’s been since you two were alone together, or how fucking pretty you look despite looking so bare and winded.

he gives you another once over, eyebrows further furrowing in confusion, because why the hell would you go out of your way to see him amidst everything? “what’s wrong?”

“nothing,” you start, “it’s just—well, of course it’s not nothing. i wouldn’t bother you if i absolutely had no business to—”

bakugou feels himself frown at your words, but you don’t stop.

“—but i think my package got sent… here…”

you trail off, gaze shifting from him to the cardboard box he was just trying to pry open with his bare hands a few minutes before you unceremoniously arrived at his doorstep, and the second you land on it, your eyes widen, and before he knows it, you’re toeing off your shoes and barging past him and into the living room.

you reach for the package that has been sitting on the kitchen island this entire time, clutching it to your chest and turning to face him, looking absolutely horrified. “you opened it?”

bakugou stammers for a beat, not knowing what to say, before finally settling with: “what else was i supposed to do? we share the same name!”

that must’ve been the wrong thing to say, because your face falls, and for a millisecond he thinks he shouldn’t have went there, but just as quickly you school your face into a neutral expression, before heaving a deep sigh.

“they got my address fucking wrong again.”

neither of you say anything for a while after that, the both of you just standing there in tense silence.

because in bakugou’s case, what the fuck is he supposed to say to that?

that he thinks the universe is telling you two something? that the delivery men can’t even move the fuck on so why should he? that, after all this time, you two do still share the same name, and that it should stay that way—the bakugous—and not separated by a fucking ‘versus’ in the middle?

but he doesn’t say any of these, opting to stare at you instead as you fumbled with the package.

you’re being extra careful with it, he notes, your body angled slightly away from him, perhaps purposely obscuring his view of the parcel.

but then your hands slip and you yelp; down goes the box onto the pristine, hardwood floor, and out tumbles the contents so important that you raced all the way here to what used to be your shared home.

and when he sees it, everything suddenly makes sense.

because sprawled over the ground are what looks to be at least three matching sets of revealing underwear.

before he can even react, though, you swiftly crouch down and stuff the lingerie back into their container.

“they’re not mine—it’s my friend’s.” you then abruptly stand up, awkwardly smoothing back your hair, “she had it sent to my place to save on delivery.”

bakugou doesn’t know how he manages, but he hears himself reply in a surprisingly steady voice. “you don’t have to explain yourself.”

“well, i want to,” you toss back without missing a beat, and he legitimately feels a seed of hope and relief being planted in the pit of his stomach.

because, sure, your reason for filing a divorce against him might be something he can never wrap his fucking head around, but he knows you’re coming from a place of immense love for him.

always, always coming from a place of love.

immense love that he knows hasn’t died out despite your insistent efforts to pull away and keep him at arm’s length.

still, he must’ve been looking pained, because your face softens the way it always did when you were about to soothe him. “i don’t want you to misunderstand, katsuki.”

he doesn’t get the chance to respond to you saying his first name again after what has felt like ages, though, because you reach for the undergarments again before dangling them in the air for him to look at.

“see?” you wiggle them for further emphasis, cringing at the fabric. “you’d catch me dead before you see me in these.”

and he agrees, that type of style was never your cup of tea, and he knows that better than anyone else.

but the way you just said that?

“don’t fucking joke about you being dead.”

“i was just kidding,” you retort defensively, the playful expression that was just etched on your features now long gone. you drop your hand to your side, and you heave such a heavy sigh it wracks your entire body.

you’re exhausted, but so is he.

who wouldn’t be, fighting for a marriage where your spouse is your motherfucking opponent?

bakugou clenches his eyes closed for a second, before opening them and fixing his gaze onto you. you must’ve felt his piercing stare, because your own, timid gaze drifts to him.

and he knows it’s stupid for him to ask, but he just can’t help it—not when you’re looking oh so vulnerable in the kitchen where you’ve cooked a thousand meals together, watching him with palpable longing.

“…are we still doing this?”

this being divorce by litigation—something he never would’ve imagined would be part of his future.

imminent death, life-threatening injuries, global destruction, maybe.

but not this.

and when you nod, he curses himself for even asking in the first place, because no matter how many times you’ve gone over this, the scalding pain that stabs his chest doesn’t get any less excruciating.

“i’m not gonna get any better, kats,” you add on, voice small. “i’m way beyond recovery.”

“and so naturally you have to divorce me?” he snaps, although he instantly regrets it.

you purse your lips into a thin line like you always did when you willed yourself not to cry. “i’m just trying to give you a second chance at love while you still have the time.”

bakugou’s about to spit something along the lines of why you’re talking like you’re already dead but he bites his tongue just in time.

he already knows what your answer is going to be.

so, instead, he shakes his head, muttering to himself. “…whatever the fuck happened to in sickness and in health?”

if you heard him, though, you don’t make it obvious. instead, you gingerly gather your things and start heading for the door.

his eyes only follow your movement as you put on your sneakers, and as you straighten up, he has to fight the lump in his throat at the sight of you leaving.

something that you’ve been doing a lot these days.

“‘m sorry again for the hassle,” you speak up, sheepishly gesturing to the parcel in tow.

he shakes his head. “‘s nothing.”

only it isn’t just nothing.

because at this point, every excuse for him to get to see you is everything.

[canisalbus]

out of curiosity, did Ludovica and Vasco ended up having children? I know they probably wouldn't like the thought of it much, but I bet their parents would have at least ask again and again about when they're having kids.

They most likely ended up having offspring, initially to give in to their parents' relentless pressuring, but later found out they're both good with children. Right now I'm thinking they had twins, a girl and a boy, and both survived into adulthood.

[shirecorn]

Tumblr keeps popping up to sell me ad free dashboard. But what it doesn't understand is that me and the ads have a sort of symbiosis at this point.

The guys from the fake gameplay trailers for a predatory mobile app are my blorbos

[sovamurka]

sometimes I forget how dramatic timebomb actually are, the deleted slap, the implications of THAT mural, the sheer DENIAL, болезненный надрыв души, trying to convince each other that they don't care at all, les pensées suicidaires, the "I want to kill myself, I'm taking you with me to a better place where we aren't mortal enemies anymore", the "I LOVE AND MISS YOU TOO MUCH AND THAT'S WHY YOUR WORDS AND ACTIONS HURT MORE THAN ANY OTHER"

[caemidraws]

Last session notes.........

[sits-bound]

Bound: Grounds for Divorce by Tepre

For some reason, after I posted this, it disappeared. So here it is again.

I love everything about this bind. The end.

(Did I hit the lemon theme hard? Yes. Do I regret it? I do not.)

Usually, I'd complain about whatever I messed up here but I didn't mess up anything! It's perfect! I love every little bit of it! (Okay, if pushed, I'd say I wish I'd used slightly darker paint on the borders of the cover, but I also like how they're kind of invisible.)

Let's see. I bought the lemon graphics off etsy, and used them all over the book. The end papers are just a bunch of them layered. I love them. I even foiled one on the other side of the endpapers, just for fun.

The stenciling came out beautifully. The vinyl gave me no trouble. I don't even know what to say about this except I can't wait to read it.

Body text: Corundum Text (as usual) Chapter titles: MrsSaintDelafield Pro Drop caps and titles: Fino Pro

Bookcloth: Dubletta in orange-yellow

[souryam]

there's like virtually nothing you can say to me or quotes u can throw in my face to convince me that 20 year old Lily was fine and ok with her husband (a.k.a basically the only person she has around) sneaking out at night to. what. annoy muggle police officers? So many people say "oh no she was talking fondly" and I never got it bc I've always read it as her coming across as annoyed. annoyed but trying to tone it down giving that it was a letter to Sirius. Like imagine you're 20 year old with a newly born baby having to live in almost complete isolation in the middle of a war and a half of the parental unit just decides to dip every Wednesday for #boysnight like what

[yarodrags]

Nightingales

Im so excited for post divorce crowlers like i really hope he gets to find his own frens

And i need aziraphale to go absolute bonkers like the unpredictable queen he is

I snuck some symbolism here n there ,, see these posts for Thoughts™ if you are interested

For crrowleers

For azi

[cyanbeetle]

I love Wonder Woman very much and I love her potential to explore themes of truth’s different meanings and violence against women and what it means for trauma to be passed on or processed in different circumstances but unfortunately all this potential is snubbed by her support of the military vis a vis her solider boyfriend and her origins as a character designed to encourage women to join the war effort. I think if you wanted to give her story real impact and meaning this would have to be completely removed and as such I long for a universe where Etta and the Holliday Girls are an internationally touring band and Steve is their loser friend who manages the finance and Diana follows them all around as the friend who can’t hold an apartment

[siderains]

yay who is ready for a new round of cherik fighting nasty for what they believe while simultaneously yearning in a bit of grief for each other in the most brutal deadly scenarios ever??? :)

[doomedlemur]

Re: s3 Forgiveness and Apologies

Much has been speculated about how long it will take Crowley to forgive Aziraphale, how Aziraphale will apologize, if it will involve the dance, etc, etc.

Thing is, I think Crowley has already forgiven Aziraphale. He never holds a grudge against him. Aziraphale is instantly forgiven. Always.

Look at him waiting by the car. He's not mad. He would take him back in a second.

He understands why Aziraphale is making the choice, even if it hurts and he disagrees with it.

I want to highlight the lines, "Nothing lasts forever." and "No, I don't suppose it does."

We know Aziraphale just means the bookshop, while Crowley's thinking about their relationship. But something I think is really important here to note that I see people miss is that Crowley knows what Aziraphale meant. But the words resonated, encapsulating the impasse they've reached, and really Crowley is talking to himself with that line.

"I understand," he says. He knows Aziraphale, understands what he meant, what his motivations are, and why he's doing this. He wishes he wouldn't, and he can't support it, but this is who Aziraphale is, and there is nothing to forgive.

So, tangentially, regardless of how/if Aziraphale decides to apologize, Crowley won't make him do the dance.

For Crowley, the apology dance was only ever flirting. He never actually needed Aziraphale to apologize for anything, and if it does happen, it will only be after they've already reconciled and are ready to flirt again.

[ohyoufool]

Jack slander: wears a black suit to the Met Gala

Jack truth: allows Bitty complete creative control over his costume and shows up in something absolutely WILD and when asked by the press why he chose such a "daring outfit," he's just like "euh, my husband liked it?"

[homiu-l]

Limbus Company: Canto 4 (2023) / The Wings - Yi Sang (1936)

[gaywizardingworld]

This Heaven of Mud by Garagepaperback is VISCERAL. It’s like cutting me in half then putting in a blender. It’s so raw and well-written and DEVASTATING. I didn’t finish it yet but I’m kinda scared to ngl lol (it looks like it has a happy ending tho, I’m just dwelling - a lot - in the angsty part).