#but for now i just have to say how fucking excited i am that the fight choreography (hand to hand & sabers) has DELIVERED

[milessunflowers]

pls pls pls wag!isack or wag!arthur

fuck it we ball why not both

wag!isack hadjar x f1 driver!male!reader

wag!arthur leclerc x f1 driver!male!reader

synopsis: headcannons on how i think arthur and isack would be as wags

author's note: WAG!ISACK AND ARTHUR!!! WAG!ISACK AND ARTHUR!!! GUYS IDL IF YOU CAN TELL BUT I WAS SO EXCITED FOR THIS BECAUSE THEY ARE JUST AALBFWKKSLSD

ISACK HADJAR!

he doesn't go to many races since he is more focused on his writing degree

but he is always live streaming the races from his devices

and totally not live tweeting it

he gets heated if you get a penalty or crashed into

will literally call his friends and just blow off steam in french

and his friends are just like "uh, yeah, totally dude"

he always texts you right after the race and makes sure you're okay if you crashed

and if you win/score points, he's throwing parties to celebrate over facetime

not a man of very encouraging words, but he is very sweet with the words he does gives

he is more of a man of action i feel

definitely tells you he is proud of you but shows it a lot more

wither way, you adore it

plus a lot of his writings involve you

youre his muse

you literally skip a race to go to his graduation

you surprised him there with a set of new pens, notebooks, and even a new laptop

hes just so happy to see you that he practically drops his degree/diploma to hug you

when isack does start going to more races, the fans are absolutely delighted

they ask for his autograph since you only talk about how amazing he is and how he's going to be a bestselling author one day

and he's super friendly to the fans, especially since he stops you so they can get your autograph too

the fans love him more than you now

which to you is the best thing ever

because like who wouldn't love your amazing boyfriend?

ARTHUR LECLERC!

he goes to every single one of your races

always in the garage/hospitality

everyone knows him and sre extremely friendly with him

they adore him honestly

and he's like such a good energy to keep in the garage since he's just so happy

plus he's learning to become either an engineer or a teacher

i couldn't choose because honestly both work for him

plus he would just be the cutest, most sweet teacher out there, am i right?

anyways

so he is also getting hands on experience in the garage (between either helping with the car or babysitting the grid's kids)

and he always has a blast, especially since you are an amazing racer

but if you happen to dnf or have a really bad crash, his entire body just tenses and his face is just stuck in a fearful expression

when you are cleared by medical, he is clinging to you and not saying anything

hes just holding on tight to you for the longest time before he tells you to stop giving him heartattacks at age 24

that makes you smile and forget about the rest of the race

he is also really sweet with the fans and makes sure you spend some time with them (even if you already do) because they support you

and he trades bracelets with them, i feel, because he is just obsessed with them

he has a whole collection in a jar in the entry way to your flat

you even add some in there for him

once more, your fans start to like arthur more than you

so you turn it into a competition (that you ultimately lose)

its all fun and games and makes you both happy

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[yermes]

Everything I miss no longer exists and will never come back to me 🫀

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Disclaimer: please take what I say with a grain of salt and not as the gospel. I just want to share some ideas of practicing and giving advice using the medium as often as I can with school, work, and my own personal studies and practice. But I am working on sharing my notes soon so that will be exciting! Liking and sharing does a lot 🥰

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The cards

The Star 💫 

Will it ever be the same? No. Does it have the potential to be better than ever? Yes. The things that once comforted you held you back, you are about to turn the page and enter a new chapter of your life where you will rebuild yourself brick by brick and the person you will become will look back and be proud of the person you were who set you up for success. There is hope, there is a rainbow after the storm and there is a light that shall pierce the clouds. Do not fear the reaper for it actually does get better, you are about to get more opportunities than you ever had and you are about to turn the page for the last time on this nightmare of a chapter.

VI of swords 🌾

You need to leave tragedy behind and start to collect yourself towards a safe haven. Well you fucked around and found out, you took as much as you possibly could from the experience at hand and do not fool yourself, you took a lot away. Now you must find a safe haven after your lived experience has been fundamentally rocked, things that were once a comfort no longer are and you are stuck in a weird limbo of longing comfort but being unable to grasp it, you need to rebuild you nest of comfort, to rebuild your enclosure. Because life fr just handed you your shit, like damn, fuck.

The Temperance rev 🌩️

you are restless in the face of the past causing instability. You dive head first into the gluttony of nostalgia. There is a need for comfort but you cannot rest on things that use to bring you comfort, as an ever evolving being you can’t just let sit in stagnation, that includes comforting ideals and memories. You are creating discomfort and disharmony in your life, you are at a point where growing and changing isn’t just an idea, its almost REQUIRED. You are physically, mentally, and spiritually different, the you who use to love all of these different things are gone, you cannot claim love of someone who no longer exists as they use to. And that is what nostalgia and sentimentality is, thats why it has such a start feeling, almost like how the different phases in our lives are like flavors.

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Im about to end the term w nothing below 97% academic weapon who?

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[farfromstrange]

Okay, I finally watched episode 3, and there’s a lot to talk about. I just woke up though, so this is as sorted as my thoughts are gonna get.

The tension in Matt’s face makes it so obvious that he’s struggling. I love how Charlie’s acting makes him expressive but also not in a way that shows Matt is barely holding on.

My interpretation is that he’s still reeling from what he did. Probably regretting it, but also probably not. He just can’t deal with the fact he did it because he wanted to be done with that part of his life. This way of living he has now is bound to explode in his face unless he starts to be honest with himself.

I also loved seeing Matt in the courtroom again. I love watching him be a lawyer and work within the system without being Daredevil, and seeing how heavy that weighs on him because it’s not enough.

Revealing Hector’s identity was a risk, and he often takes those. And it says a lot that he didn’t ask him beforehand. He put in the effort to make sure White Tiger wouldn’t be used in court, and then he goes and blindsides everyone. I think part of him thought because he stopped being Daredevil, it would be easy for Hector, too.

Side note: I think it’s iconic that he managed to piss the DA off for a second time and he’s still smug about it. Like, that’s my man!

What got me the most was when he talked to Hector about giving up the suit. Hector was listing all the reasons Matt used to have, all the things he gave up, and that blank look on his face showed that he’s trying so hard to push it away and pretend it’s not all that. When Matt told him that he wasn’t going to miss it as much as he thinks, you can’t tell me he was convinced. You can’t tell me he believes that.

We all know Matt is a hypocrite. It’s nothing new. He has never dealt with his problems in the way he should have, and that’s part of the reason why he acts the way he does.

Shoutout to Matt’s sassy ass when he called out Powell’s black eye on the stand. He’ll never stop being a hater, and I love that.

Fisk and Vanessa trying to fix their relationship is very entertaining considering the kind of people they are and what they’re trying to do now. She’s not happy without power, and he’s not happy that things aren’t always going his way. I think Vanessa found her calling as Queenpin. And Fisk will probably never outgrow that part of his character and will return to his old ways soon enough.

Fisk’s choice of journalist, by the way, is so ironic if we consider that he talked about how he knows that juries get it wrong. He killed BB’s uncle, and he did a lot of other awful things, so he was never falsely accused.

Matt cooking is my new favorite thing to watch. He needs a cooking show. And when he pulled out that Whiskey and mentioned Foggy, I think I died a little inside. Looking at his face I could tell the memory was just cutting him repeatedly like fiberglass.

I think it’s nice that Heather gave him time to talk about Foggy on his own terms. I wasn’t sure what to think about her at first, but she actually cares about him, and I think she’s good for him. Matt needs someone to take care of him. To be there for and with him, and hold his hand.

I am so excited for that corrupt police storyline, too, with all the Punisher symbols throughout the episode. It couldn’t be more on the nose, especially in today’s political climate. And I just know Frank is absolutely going to go off the fucking rails when he finds out that these people are using his name for a cause he would never stand for.

I am extremely sad about that ending though. I liked Hector. I know why they had to kill him off, but still. After everything Matt did, after everything he worked for, Hector getting shot in the head will be like a punch in the gut for him. And the shooter wearing a Punisher vest just puts the icing on the cake.

Hector made Matt remember Daredevil, and when Hector said White Tiger is who he is, he felt that. I think this case hitting so close to home is part of the reason why he acted the way he did. Because Matt didn’t want it to hit close to home.

I just think it’s going to fucking destroy him, knowing he revealed Hector’s identity in front of several corrupt NYPD officers, and then he gets shot. It’s going to destroy him to know he put in all that work and the man he tried to help ends up dying anyway. And that’s what I think will inevitably lead him to Frank.

[scatorcciosrhee]

EPISODE 6 THOUGHTS!

first of all, melissa and gen you guys are so insufferable i hope natalie gets her lick back. THE SHOVE??? OOOO DONT PISS ME OFF. however it is very relieving that nat getting beat like we all thought didn’t actually happen (and am hoping it stays that way.please.)

mari, someone who has always been a follower of power, choosing to sit with nat when she gains nothing from it is so important to me. she is silently and subtly saying “i know why you did it and i wouldn’t have been strong enough to do it. i see you and i hear you and i respect you.” mari ibarra thank you for that.

LOTTIE KEEPING AN EYE ON NAT THIS WHOLE SEASON AND IMMEDIATELY INTERVENING AND PUTTING SHAUNA IN POWER TO STOP HER FROM DOING SOMETHING DRASTIC TO PROTECT NAT??? THE LOTTIENAT COCAINE IS SO GOOD.

the screams. oh my god the screams were brilliant. to me, it was kind of a full circle moment of those screams being them all along. they were hearing themselves at the moment they finally reached no return. now i could be completely wrong and this could have some deeper meaning involving the hikers and birds or whatever, but right now that’s how i took it. either way, fucking BRILLIANT.

my babygirl. my natalie. oh they do not deserve you. what these people have put her through???? van saying she can’t make a choice like that??? last time i checked, you all deemed her your leader. she was the only one strong enough to do the right thing. that was her fucking dad. she sat with his body in shock for HOURS. she could barely walk. the lost look in her eye. the stammering. OH I JUST WANT TO HUG HER. and don’t get me started on how fucking cruel shauna was for making her butcher ben. argue that they made shauna take on the butcher role all you want but natalie never once forced her to do that shit, or anything for that matter. shauna has it out so bad for her over fucking power and it’s disgusting. i hope this is the last of her fucking tormenting her now that she’s finally got her little leader role. anyways…

BEN TRULY WAS THE BRIDGE TO CIVILIZATION. the irony of if he had just survived one more day they would’ve been rescued, but the hikers never would have found them if he didn’t die because they wouldn’t have been ritualistically screaming around the fire. so fucking good.

Speaking of ritualistically screaming around the fire, finally seeing them truly unhinged to the point of no return, eating ben for the fuck of it, completely immersed in this lifestyle was SO SATISFYING. i’m so excited to see what’s to come for them, they’re so crazy i need them so bad.

Shauna immediately propositioning killing the hikers in the ep 7 promo like i’m laughing she truly does not want to get rescued she’s like guys it’s my first day in charge please 😭😭😭

what do we think lottie saw before the hikers arrived? and akilahs vision?? and could pit girl be the female hiker?? this food is so good.

okay thats all i’ll say for now im rambling. nat screencaps will be up asap as always! <3

[glamourscat]

DOOMED | REO X NAGI

third selection | inspired by the latest chapter of the manga | two idiots in love | mutual pinning | smut at the end | 2509 words

Reo, Reo, Reo, Reo. Reo, Reo, Reo, Reo.

Nagi’s mind was in shambles. Pathetic, isn’t it? Feeling like your world is collapsing when it’s your fault that best—best friend? Isn’t by your side anymore. 

To his credit, though, Nagi had made a calculated move from the beginning. He needs to improve. To grow. To get better. Because without Reo, their dream to play in the World Cup cannot come to fruition. Nagi needs to become a better version of himself for him. For Reo. And their dream. 

They have to learn how to be two separate individuals and still play as one symphony without falling into codependency. And Nagi knows, for that to happen, they have to lose each other first. And when the time is right, find each other once more. 

And so, his 6ft something frame stands awkwardly near the Manshine dorm section. The third selection has just started. The energy is high, the excitement palpable. But something doesn’t feel right.

Reo.

Did he lose weight? He looks too pale. Too tired. Too—sad. He looks unwell. Is that my fault? Did something happen during the second selection? I’m sorry, Reo.

Reo?

Reo—Reo?

“Nagi? Earth to Nagi?” Chigiri waves a hand in front of his face, pink eyes narrowing in confusion.

“Hmm? Eh? Yeah—what?” Nagi blinks, shaking his head, coming back to the present.

“Damn… you really weren’t listening, were you? I am almost offended” Chigiri crosses his arms, a knowing teasing smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Sorry, I was just—” Nagi trails off. Words fail him again. His gaze follows Reo’s figure as he walks out of the room.

Chigiri exhales through his nose, amused. Yet exhausted. His tone was almost too calm, as if he was expecting this. “Ah, of course.”

It’s some running joke in Blue Lock now, Nagi trailing after Reo, lost in his shadow. His puppy, some would say. 

They aren’t wrong.

Or maybe, they would have been right during the first selection. But now? Things are different.

Nagi won’t chase him. If Reo wants nothing to do with him anymore, that’s fair. More than understandable. Nagi will back off. Even if that means no more Reo and Nagi. Even if that means no more us. 

But if there’s even the slightest chance that Reo will let him make things right he’ll take it. He’ll shower him in praise like he deserves.

Because that’s what a best friend does.

…Right?

Yes. Best friend behavior, indeed.

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I hate him.

I hate his face. His stupid face. With that soft white hair and that tiny mole behind his ear, the one he loves when you touch it. The one that makes him sigh softly, muscles melting under my touch.  

I hate the way his nose scrunches up when he doesn’t like something, how it makes his whole face look even cuter. I hate him.

I hate him.

And yet, I want him.

I still want him so badly. I want his hands around my waist when he rolls over in his sleep, pressing into my futon like it’s second nature.

I want his hair tickling my forehead. I want his face inches from mine. I want to feel him, his weight, his warmth.

I hate him.

But I want him.

Fuck him.

Fuck me?

Fuck us.

What do you even want, Reo?

I don’t know.

I don’t know.

I don’t know.

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I want him.

Screw himself. When Nagi said, I’ll back off if Reo doesn’t want me around, he meant it. But his self respect is slowly crumbling. He wants to beg, to drop to his knees and ask Reo to forgive him. To go back to how things were, even though that’s impossible.

Because Nagi isn’t the same as before. And deep down, neither is Reo.

Despite everything, when Reo comes up to him after a game and asks to talk, Nagi says yes without hesitation. His voice is steady, indifferent. But inside? He’s flying. Ascending to heaven, literally.

Don’t fuck it up.

It’s the only thing running through his mind. Over and over again.

And somehow, surprisingly, he doesn’t. They talk. It’s awkward, so awkward. But the dynamic he remembers is still there, buried beneath all the uncertainty. He catches glimpses of them in this new, unfamiliar version of them.

And so, no surprise when, as the days pass, they fall into a rhythm again. Talking. Joking. Having fun every so often.

Reo is smiling again. And that’s enough. He could die now, and it wouldn’t matter.

Because Reo is smiling again. And for Nagi, that’s enough.

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Playing felt like breathing the fresh morning spring air. Inhaling that crispy, slightly cold air that makes your lungs feel alike, ready to take over any challenges that might arise. He felt ready to explode… though maybe that was just the Shidou influence talking.

Either way, Reo felt rejuvenated of 10 years. His movements were quicker. Sharper. Refined. He was falling into a dynamic that was familiar yet new. It’s him and Nagi, two pieces of the same puzzle, perfectly aligned. But it was also the entire team. Because a puzzle isn’t complete without the rest of its pieces.

And his legs move automatically, shooting his first assist to Chigiri. So effortlessly. So gracious, as the pink panther manages to read its trajectory and they score against Barcha. Reo’s lips twisted into a smile, immediately turning to find Nagi. 

I did it. We did it. 

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What was this weird feeling bubbling inside of him? 

He didn’t understand. It’s stupid. Really. He is happy that Reo assisted Chigiri. I mean, they literally scored. But then again, why is his chest burning? Why does he feel his smile is too tight? Too— fake? Forced. 

That should have been him— 

No. Yes. No. Yes. No— 

Damn it. He doesn’t know. He has no idea what twisted, sick game his mind is currently trying to play. He only knows that seeing Reo giggling and laughing like this. So— spontaneous, carefree... makes a lightbulb turn on in his head, as an irresistible urge hits him.

He wants. No. He needs to slam his lips against Reo’s, until they were both too breathless to even remember their own names.

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“This bath man— so worth it” Reo groaned in approval, as his sore body touched the water.

What he loved the most about blue lock, was for sure the big square bathtub in the centre of the shower room. It was kinda like an onsen. Truly, a sense of relief after a long game. And there was no better feeling than closing your eyes and relaxing after winning against Barcha. 

“You know— you did great” Nagi’s quiet voice broke the comfortable silence that ascended upon the two of them. 

Reo’s eyes opened up, softening at the words of the guy in front of him. “I— thank you. You.. worked well.. very well too” 

“I suppose…” Nagi shrugged, keeping his eyes to the ceiling, and Reo indulged for a moment. Letting his own eyes tracing Nagi’s face. His jawline. His neck, his collarbone. How bad he wanted to bite it— 

Damn it. What is he thinking? The truth. Alright. Yes. The truth. But— they are in the bathtub— Lord Jesus saviour cleanse my thoughts now. 

“Are you ok Reo?” Nagi’s voice snaps him back to the present.

“Eh? Yeah— I am” he said, clearing his throat. 

“You sure? You’re blushing” Nagi said, a hint of concern in his tone. “Maybe the water is too warm?” 

“No— no. It’s fine.” Reo swallowed, forcing himself to look away. His fingers drummed against the water’s surface.

This was stupid. Really, really stupid.

But Nagi was just there, lounging in the water, damp white hair sticking to his forehead, his long body stretched out like he belonged in this space, like he belonged with Reo. The way his collarbone dipped beneath the water, the way his skin flushed faintly from the heat—

No. No, no, no. Fucking stop. Do not let the eyes wander.

Reo took a slow breath, pressing his palms against his face to cool himself down, only to flinch when he felt a presence right face to face with him. Too close.

“You’re acting weird.”

Reo peeked through his fingers, and sure enough, Nagi had leaned in slightly, blinking at him with that usual half lidded, unreadable gaze. Except this time, there was something different he couldn’t quite put a finger on.

“I—” Reo cleared his throat. “I’m fine, okay? It’s just hot.”

Nagi hummed, unconvinced. Then, without warning he reached out.

Cool fingers brushed against Reo’s forehead and Reo nearly jolted out of the damn bath.

“The hell—?!”

“You are burning up,” Nagi muttered, tilting his head. “But I dunno… feels like you’ve been acting weird for a while.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

Reo sucked in a sharp breath, clenching his fists beneath the water. “I’m not acting weird, you dumbass.”

“Hmm.” Nagi’s hand lingered a second too long before pulling back. “If you say so.”

That should have been the end of it. It should have been.

But it wasn’t.

Because Nagi didn’t move away.

Because Nagi was still looking at him. Still watching him. Still waiting for something.

And they both don’t know how it happened. But one more look. One more touch. And Reo’s lips were on Nagi and viceversa. Nagi melted into the kiss, his hands gripping Reo’s waist under the water, pulling him in like he’d been waiting for this. 

And then, all that tension, months of silence, weeks of pretending, stolen glances and more… the thread finally snapped. The kiss turned messy, desperate. Reo bit Nagi’s bottom lip, swallowing the quiet groan that left him. Nagi, lazy but intentional, let his hands roam, dragging down Reo’s sides, feeling, exploring.

The heat of the water was nothing compared to the fire burning between them now.

They were so fucking doomed. And neither of them couldn’t bring themselves to care.

Nagi pressed him more against the edge of the tub, moving in between his legs. And suddenly there was nothing between them but heat and water and the unbearable friction of their cocks rubbing against each other. As a rather unholy moan leaves Reo’s lips. He is— 

“You’re— already so hard,” he swallowed flustered.

“I— well fuck yes. I have been throughout the whole game” Nagi panted, his grip tightening on Reo’s hips like he was barely holding himself together.

“You what—?” Reo barely managed to choke out. What did he just say?

Nagi groaned, hiding his face in Reo’s neck, as if saying it out loud made it even more embarrassing and hiding was the only option. “Don’t judge. It was just—hot, okay? Seeing you assist Chigiri. I don’t know… guess something blew up in me.”

Reo blinked, then let out a soft, disbelieving laugh.

“Did you get a hard on simply from being jealous…? Really— Nagi, aw—“ 

“This is embarrassing” Nagi pouted, his voice edged with both shame and arousal.

“Embarrassing? Yeah. Perhaps. Kinda hot tho” Reo whispered grinning as his lips found Nagi’s again.

Their hips moved together, slow at first, teasing, testing. Then faster. Sharper. The friction was dizzying, making them both gasp into each other’s mouths.

Nagi’s hands gripped the curve of Reo’s ass under the water, pulling him closer, forcing their cocks to slide against each other just right. 

Reo swore under his breath, fingers sinking into Nagi’s hair, gripping, tugging. Fuck, his thighs were shaking already, the pressure between them was too much almost.

The water moved around them and it was so obscene, the heat, the precum already oozing out, the way their bodies moved against each other as if they were meant for this. And only this. 

“Reo,” Nagi mumbled against his lips, voice breathless.

“Yeah?” Reo barely managed to murmur back. 

Nagi’s grip tightened. His mouth hovered over Reo’s, so close their lips almost touched again, but not quite.

“I wanna fuck you.”

Reo’s entire body almost went into shock.

“Can I?” Nagi asked, voice low, serious. Hot. 

As if there was a chance in hell that Reo would say no.

“Yeah,” Reo breathed out, his own hands trailing down Nagi’s back, pulling him closer. “Yeah, fuck—yes.”

With one arm hooking under Reo’s thigh, he lifted him just enough, pressing their bodies even tighter together. His fingers found their way between Reo’s legs, teasing his entrance, testing. Making Reo’s head fall back as breathless moans spill out from his lips.

“Fuck—”

“Relax, you’re so tight. S’just me” Nagi murmured, dragging his mouth down Reo’s throat, kissing, biting, marking. His voice was calm, almost indifferent, but the way his hands trembled slightly, the way his cock twitched against Reo’s thigh told a different story.

And when Nagi finally, finally, pushed his cock in, the air between them snapped and they couldn’t help but cry out in unison. 

Reo clung to him, nails digging into his back, his entire body arching up into Nagi’s touch. Full. Stretching. Fuck, he hadn’t even fully adjusted yet and Nagi was already breathing hard, like he was seconds away from losing it.

“Reo,” Nagi gasped, forehead pressing against his. “Fuck.”

Reo let out a shaky breath, barely able to focus, barely able to think.

“Move,” he whispered. “Now. Please.”

And Nagi did. Hard. Deep. Snapping his hips forward like he was making up for all the weeks, no, months, of waiting. Every time they wanted but they did not take. 

The sounds that filled the room were sinful as the water kept splashing out of the tub, skin against skin, Reo’s voice breaking into desperate, wrecked moans every time Nagi bottomed out.

It was fast. Messy. Overwhelming.

Reo’s orgasm slammed into him so suddenly he didn’t see it coming. His whole body trembled, his vision going white, and fuck, Nagi wasn’t far behind from the way his cock was twitching. Spilling out everything he had in him, groaning against Reo’s neck as he finished, leaving tiny kisses on his neck. 

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Too tired. Too horny still to even put together a proper sentence.

“…We are so fucking doomed,” Reo muttered breathlessly after a while, hands still in Nagi’s hair.

Nagi let out a lazy, satisfied hum. “Mmh. Probably.”

And instead of moving away, instead of saying anything else, he just nuzzled against Reo’s throat, pressing more open mouthed kisses there.

Like he had no plans of letting go anytime soon. Like he wasn’t even thinking about it.

And Reo, who should have been worried, should have been terrified about what this meant, especially because for goodness sake anyone could walk in at any moment, just closed his eyes and melted into him. Turning his head to accept even more kisses. 

Because right now, neither Reo nor Nagi wanted to think about anything else but the way the other felt in each other’s arms. 

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[raena-the-first]

⋆˚⟢ Give me your poison

[One-shots] [BNHA Masterlist]

Summary . . . Izuku may have given you a wrong impression of his expectations when it comes to you or your tastes. Good thing he knows how to lift your spirits.

Notes . . . Randomly decided to write this cause how the hell people stick to one aesthetic ?? Also Izuku would totally be into an alt gf.

Dating you felt like something horrible was lifted off of Izuku’s chest, not that he was feeling terrible either, but ever since you two started going out he couldn’t help but smile a little wider, be a little bit more excited, a little more carefree. You were just so perfect in his eyes, he constantly would ask himself what he did to ever did to deserve being your boyfriend.

He kept repeating that to you every day, every chance he got he would tell you about it. He just couldn’t help but sing your praises. He probably would’ve everyone’s ear off if he wasn’t shy to talk about his love life, not that Denki and Sero didn’t try to tease him and pry about your relationship.

Maybe it was because the two of you started dating and he was too infatuated with you, but he didn’t care, he wanted to express his love to you every chance he got, get to know you even more than he originally did. And boy did he get to know you, he almost felt hurt.

He went to the mall to meet up with some of his friends, walking through it to pass the time while they were coming, when he noticed a group of teens his age, all dressed in kind of alternative fashion. He could’ve just walked past them and forget the next day, but he saw your face amongst them. You, his precious preppy girlfriend dressed in a skirt that was probably ripped and stitched with other fabrics a million times, bunch of band pins that he didn’t even know you would listen to, and a t-shirt with the most vulgar stuff that he didn’t even think could come out of your pretty mouth.

He was flabbergasted.

He called your name and you turned around, panic on your face. Why would you panic at the sound of his voice ? That didn’t make any sense to him. Worst of all the people you were with, your obvious friends, were asking you who he was. That broke his heart into a million pieces. His smile faded, his shoulder slumped and he simply walked away.

You followed him in a rush, calling his name as he kept walking away, before you finally grabbed his arm and made him turn to you. He looked sad, disappointed and hurt, would’ve probably cried if he wasn’t risking making a scene right in the mall.

“Why didn’t you tell your friends about us ?”

A little questioning “uh” left your mouth, looking at him confused.

“Wait, you’re not mad about my outfit ?”

Now it was his turn to look at you confused, pulling your into a secluded corner to talk more openly, “Wait what do you mean your outfit ? Why would I be mad about your outfit ?”

You bit your lip, looking down at your fidgeting hands, “I thought you find me weird or some sh- stuff. You always talked about how perfect I am, I didn’t want to disappoint you”

He looked at you like you said the must idiotic thing in the world, which to him you clearly did. He took both your hands, stopping you from fidgeting as he said in his softest voice “Look at me”

You did, finding him smiling fondly at you, like you were his whole world and nothing else mattered. “I would never think you’re weird. You’re the most amazing person I have ever had the honour of knowing, you hear that ? I love whether you’re in your cute pastel outfits, or rocking a punk outfit, or saying the most fucked shit”

Your mouth was hanging open, and here you thought your boyfriend was a pure cinnamon roll. He only laughed in your face, kissing your pretty hands “I’m respectful baby, not a saint”

You blushed at that, averting your gaze. “Right…” You looked back at him, thoughtful expression on your face. “Do you wanna meet my friends ?”

He smiled at you even more, his face lighting up like a million stars as he took your hand and started walking towards where the both of you came from. “I would love to” He answered, kissing the crown of your head.

After meeting your friends, chatting about your relationship and other stuff that you didn’t admit about yourself before, Izuku walked you home, the sun already disappearing as the night took over and the stars started shining brighter. You stood against your locked door, both of your hands intertwined with each others.

“Thank you Izuku… I’m really glad it turned out this way. My mum kept asking me why I started dressing in the same manner” You said with a laugh.

“I’m glad as well” He leaned closer to you, whispering into your ear. “Maybe next time you will dress goth and smudge your black lipstick all over my lips”

That made you so flustered you dropped his hands and rushed inside your house, bidding him goodnight as you leaned against the door, pressing your hand to your chest, as if that would stop your heart from beating out of it. But you would definitely listen to his advice.

[princess-glassred]

@cwcthzl sorry to @ you again but I thought of more hijinks for Stanley and Richie to get up to in the freaky friday au and i thought it'd be weird to dm em.

•Adorable montage of them teaching each other how to act more like they normally do.

•When Richie arrives for Stanley's fancy admissions dinner Donald and Andrea try to introduce him to the stuffy school dean very first thing, but Richie makes a bee line for the table, plops his ass down with a menu, and says "Yeah, yeah whatever- do you think they serve chicken nuggets here?".

•Richie tries to nervously push up his glasses but he forgets hes stan so he doesnt have glasses and accidentally pokes himself in the eye out of nowhere and causes a scene.

•"Sorry! Sorry! I guess I'm kinda.... just not myself today."

•Then when Donald and Andrea point out that the old guy sitting across from him is the dean Richie folds IMMEDIATELY. "Oh my god, Mr. School Dean sir, i am SO sorry- i didn't mean to sit down and not introduce myself to you and- oh no don't shake my hand, i forgot to wash my hands when i left the bathroom.... uhm i don't NORMALLY do that, i was just very excited to get out here and meet you so i... forgot.".

•Donald tries to goade Richie into talking about birds since he thinks that'll impress the dean Richie has to pretend like he gives a fuck about birds. The dean asks richie what his favorite bird is and richie freaks and says "pigeon.". "Pigeons? Just pigeons?". "Yeah well they poop on big city guys and i think that's pretty funny.".

•When the conversation turns to talking about numbers richies like. "Oh yeah, i love numbers, i love math, i'm good at calculating things. Did you know that 6 × 4 is 24? I'm serious, look it up if you don't believe me."

•At one point richie calls stans mom and dad "madre and padre" and they're so fucking confused.

•After the bomb of an admissions lunch richie feels terrible, so he wants to do something really nice for Stan. So he takes his allowance and goes shopping for stan some nice clothes, and NOT JUST CLOTHES RICHIE THINKS ARE NICE. He really does try to find stan something nice that fits his personality, but also gets stan out of his comfort zone! He wants him to look nice, not ridiculous.

•He also uses this as an oppertunity to wear some sunglasses because Richie's never actually gotten the chance to wear sunglasses. Prescription ones are too expensive, but now as stan he can flip em up like every stereotypical cool dude in the movies.

•When Stan sees his new look he's utterly horrified. Richie didn't even cut his hair or anything, he's just wearing sunglasses and some new clothes. When stan asks "what did you DO to me??" Richie just says "it's called color stanley, and you happen to look great in it. It's not the great depression anymore, we're allowed the luxury of dyes.".

•Stan also got his drivers license before Richie, because, lets face it, richie doesnt belong behind the wheel ever. So Richie gets to drive as Stan and stan is very upset by this.

•Richie also tries to slick stan's hair down with some gel but it just will NOT. STAY. SLICKED. DOWN. it's like stans medusa but instead of snakes he just had sentient locks of hair! It's like trying to wrap up an entire uncurled ball of yarn, it's impossible. The hair has a mind of it's own and it will not abide by what Richie thinks is cool.

•Richie also finds out that, despite stan being incredibly neat and detail orientated and tidy, there is one designated spot of Stan's room he keeps dirty, and that is a bed side table that's FILLED with just random junk stan can't bear to part with. Richie is utterly scandalized to know tidy ass stan has a hoarder drawer, and the stuff he hoardes isn't even really important stuff-- at least not at a first glance. He has a box of expired pasta, a case of broken hairtyes, a tape recorder with all the buttons fallen off and... a really ugly necklace richie made him when they were in second grade. It's got a bunch of tacky mismatched beads and it's so not Stanley's style, but... he didn't throw it out :,).

•Richie runs into Henry Bowers at one point (this is one of those no juniper hills aus) and he starts bullying him for being jewish and all richie can think while it's happening is. "Jeez, his jew jokes are way less funny than mine".

•Meanwhile Stan is confronted with his worst challenge yet: Hanging out in Richie's disgusting room. Eugghhh.

•Seriously the place is a jungle and it makes him long for when he woke up with blurry vision and couldn't see anything.

•Stan asks Maggie and Wentworth what's the cleanest spot in the whole house because "he cannot focus in such mess" and both very surprised. Richie's never talked like that before, and he has always been very insistent that he liked having his room a pig stye because it was easier to find everything. Now they see Richie walking around his room like he's manuevering through a mine field, but instead of land mines it's dirty underwear. Yuck!

•Also when they first woke up in each others bodies and were freaking each other out Stan accidentally stepped onto something wet and mushy feeling and, without even looking down, asked Richie. "Richie. What am i standing in right now? -_-". "Uhhhh, the pizza i had in here since fourth of July." "...." "...." "You should probably change your socks." "You're right Richie, which ones should i use? The ones that smell like sweat or the ones with black on the bottom? Oh you actually have a clean pair? Well my oh my the surprises never stop do they?".

•When he goes on his date with Connor he takes off Richie's glasses in an attempt to read the menu but ofc it just looks like blurry smudges. Stan just groans and says "Oh he's actually fucking blind- well this stinks.".

•Stanley forcing himself to like Connor goes pretty terribly. He could not give less of a crap about this dude, and the fact Connor has such a fuckin ego about himself makes it worse. Stan isn't someone who giggles and fusses over another person, especially not someone he doesn't like. Ofc he still loves his friends but he doesn't melt from flattery like Richie and he also has no interest in essentially being this dudes cheerleader. But he has to be Richie now, and Stanley's only frame of reference for him and Connors relationship is obsessively onesided cuteness from Richie. So alas... "Wow Connor. You're so... nice. Your arms are really... wow, and your teeth. They're so... clean. I can tell you brushed today.... tehee. -_-".

•When Stanley is hanging out with the rest of the losers he and Eddie have a disagreement about something really tiny and everyone's like "omg, here come the fireworks! Time for the to start squabbling!" and then they just don't. Stanley calmly gets out of the hammock and let's him have it, much to their sheer horror.

•Also when they are first getting used to each other's bodies Richie will not stop making ugly faces or doing weird poses at Stan to annoy him. He even does the robot at one point and Stan's mortified. There ain't shit he can do about it tho other than whine and complain, which isn't all too different from Stan normally.

•Bill is feeling down about random life troubles and he asks Stan if he can tell him a joke to cheer him up. Stan scratches the back of his neck and shuffles his feet all awkwardly, then settles on. "What did the bunny say to the other bunny? Don't be mad be hoppy. You see it's really funny because bunnies don't know how to talk.".

•Stan and Richie try to run back to the Jade of the Orient and talk to the lady that swapped their bodies, but when they get there multiple people are screaming at each other in chinese because they already know what happened and they're not happy. It's oddly reassuring to know SOMEONE is freaking out as much as they are, but Richie points out to stan that they're actually making fun of them while they do it. "Really Richie? I never knew you spoke mandarin." "I don't." "Then how do you know?" "Because that lady is cupping her hands around her eyes to make fun of my glasses and that other lady just straightened her posture to make fun of the way you stand." "...Oh." "Yeah..." "...Wait, am I crazy or are they immitating our voices too?" "-_- Yep.".

•Richie eats some fast food and Stan proceeds to have a heart attack over it.

•When Stan tries to tell his friends he's actually Stan and not Richie they all just laugh and assume it's another one of Richie's stupid bits. The more he doubles down the more the losers think he's just joking. Then when Stan tries to point out his vocabulary is totally different the losers are just like "yeah! Your impressions are getting so much better!".

•They try to switch back a number of ways, making a wish, prayer to multiple different types of god, deal with the devil, literally just running at each other and slamming their heads together. Nothing works.

[bikananjarrus]

can i just say it felt so fucking GOOD to have good, well-executed, fast-paced (!!) lightsaber fight choreography. the fights were exciting! each character had their own distinct style that matched their abilities and size! they were fast!!!!!! hands down the best saber fights we’ve seen in live-action sw in a long time.

[koko2unite]

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[monachopism]

am i autistic or am i just paranoid. level: impossible

[huginsmemory]

Where's that one Ford art post thats like I'm in the best years of my life clutching a hot pink thermos thingy with hot gurl juice when he's clearly not. cause damn . Yeah

[vaguehotels]

hey just a reminder that sometimes you have to accept that you’re going to have to have feelings without a filter, and you’re going to have to tell people that you care about them, and you’re going to have to start saying i love you. if you want affection and love and adoration you cannot close yourself off forever and ever. keep up your walls as you must to protect yourself but not forever. and if you feel like you can’t ever let them down then i’m sorry. i hope you find someone that makes you feel safe enough to start saying and feeling these things.

[funforahermit]

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[sherlock-is-ace]

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