#but he's NOT A MEATHEAD

[willowser]

the thing about bakugou and attraction is that he's not shallow and i don't think he has a type. like, he considers the value people have—who they are, what their strengths are, their passions, their goals, their mindset—and i think those are the most defining factors for him when it comes to 'liking' someone.

and yeah, he's a man. he has initial and instant attractions to people. but i think they're fleeting and go as quick as they come. so i think he doesn't pay much attention to physical appearance, per se, when it comes to deciding who he wants to give his time to.

but—when he does decide that you are the person he wants to give his time to, everything about you is suddenly so attractive.

[randomwriteronline]

You know its true that out of the four stone toa we know Onewa is the exception due to being An Asshat but i think we could focus more on Pouks being the white sheep of a flock of goats. Hes the only one of them who was like, formally employed and working an actual job as a toa. His siblings are just his coworkers. I dont think he knows a sport. He was so glad Pohatu and Hewkii were nothing like Onewa for all of twelve seconds before dreadfully discovering that they are exactly like Onewa, just in previously unimaginable ways, such as the batshit circumstances of their toahood and accidentally kicking a ball into each others face at mach speeds for fun

[willowser-but-nsfw]

literally COULD NOT stop thinking about this. all day. i blame @violentoxidation. afkljalijlajf

katsuki comes back first, just as the atrium roars with applause.

it's a good enough distraction to return to, the sharp sound of hands echoing in his eardrums, bringing him back to the here and now. there's enough sweat coating his hands to make him nervous and he's thankful for the dimmed lighting, at least, so that he can stick to the shadows as he wipes them on his slacks.

someone passes by with a drink tray and—he's fucking thirsty. always is, after stuff with you. doesn't matter how much goddamn water he drinks, it's all gathering at the small of his back and behind his knees and in the crease of his elbows. good thing you convinced him to bring the fucking jacket.

god, hopefully he doesn't stink.

katsuki isn't a fan of the bitter, sharp taste of alcohol, but at least it's something; downing a flute of champagne in one go probably is a mistake, but it's not his first bad decision of the night and with you around—as a little fucking minx—it's not bound to be his last.

he feels gross. he really, really does. call it post-nut clarity or whatever the fuck, but—he goddamn knows better than this. what a great headline that would make, catching him with his pants down at the fucking hero summit. adding lecher to the list of shit the media has against him already. public indecency charge at the least, not to mention the shit storm that would hit you, too.

he should have waited until you were both home; hell, in the car in the driveway, at the very least. thank fuck nobody walked in or saw you coming out of the same place, like horny teenagers in a public goddamn bathroom. gross.

—so why the fuck is his dick still throbbing in his pants?

it's infuriating, to realize he's just as much of a pervert as kaminari denki.

who, of course, is the first to notice his arrival back at the table, swinging his own glass precariously as he calls,

"yeah, kacchan!" the celebratory tone in his voice makes katsuki's stomach flip, and all his sweat runs cold. "let's get fucked up!"

katsuki's a terrible liar and he knows it, but he still tries to feign indifference, reaching for the cup that is most likely kirishima's. "ain't drinkin' that shit, i just want water."

"pfffft, lies!" denki spits all over the tablecloth. "i saw you down that champagne back there!"

"why the fuck are you watching me?"

"are you okay, man?" kirishima asks, frowning as he eyes katsuki up and down. "you're sweating."

"yeah, i—fucking do that, numb-skull." katsuki chews an ice cube between his teeth, trying to remember how his hair looked before he left the bathroom. fuck, did he even check?

denki laughs. "yeah, dude, that's his thing!"

katsuki's nose wrinkles, suddenly offended. "it's not my thing to just sweat, asshole. there's a lot that goes into this shit that you couldn't even comprehend—"

"dude, are you sure you're okay?" kirishima asks again, and then his eyes go wide, like he's figured something out. katsuki hopes not. "did something happen between you and—"

at the very mention of your name, katsuki's stomach tightens and bullets slide down his temple. he can't even think about you right now, because it only reminds him of how much of a scandal this could have been, how badly he wants to take a shower after having his ass out in that bathroom. probably needs to torch these pants.

he can't even think about you right now because—he's never gonna get the image of your face in the mirror out of his head, the way your dress looked bunched up at your hips. how smudged your lipstick got and the imprint it left on his thigh. how fucking wet you were over this perverted shit and how much he liked it—

"dude?"

katsuki snaps, slamming his hand on the table hard enough that the glasses shake. his voice is too breathy when it comes out. "don't fucking worry about us!"

"about who?"

all of katsuki's blood sings—violently—when you run a hand across his back, leaning into his arm as you shuffle to get into your seat. he can tell you've reapplied your perfume because his mouth waters immediately, like he's going to be fucking sick, though the tension in his balls says otherwise.

kirishima eyes you warily, jumping back and forth between the two of you. "everything okay?"

"with us? oh, yeah," you lean into the table, trying to catch katsuki's attention though he keeps it zeroed in on a wrinkle in the tablecloth. "we're great, right?"

from his peripheral vision, he can see the swell of your cheeks from your smile. it matches the even, light tone of your voice, painting you as the picture of fucking innocence even though you were just in the public fucking bathroom asking to get railed.

"please," you said, with your big, pretty eyes, which gleamed in the hall light. and you don't ever ask, because you don't fucking have to, but you asked then and—how the fuck was he supposed to say no?

katsuki finally glances at you and—he needs another cup of fucking water. you look goddamn perfect, perfect, like nothing ever happened, except that there's this little glow surrounding you. some bullshit aura of happiness because you got what you damn wanted.

you smile at him, bright and coy, as he looks at you, and when you pull your lip between your teeth, katsuki nearly sinks his teeth into his fist. underneath the table, his body directly disobeys him.

"yeah," he rasps, eyes returning to his empty cup as your hand rests near his knee. "we're peachy."

wasn't his first bad decision of the night, and it's not bound to be his last.

[hanzajesthanza]

andrzej sapkowski in the witcher presents his reader with many curious and refreshing takes on the fantasy genre, such as "what if dragons were good" and "what if elves were incels"

[sgt-dignam]

are you mr. schmidt? dr. schmidt. he's in there. he don't eat anything on wheels, so put it on a table. the man you're serving, he's the one who put those astronauts on the moon, built the rockets they rode.

Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny (2023)

[whamber]

feeling inconsolable about Lydia Stormborn...

[are-we-really-doing-this]

John Cena vs uh…Brian. Of Philadelphia.

WWE Velocity. February 8th, 2003. Yeah.

[uncanny-tranny]

The hyper-veneration and almost fetishization of the USA's troops have honestly given rise for some of the worst types of people who want power without effort, I think.

It's why you see some entitled asshole troop who think they can do whatever to civilians because we "owe" them for them "putting their lives on the line" or the type of person who thinks they personally will stick it to a random Afghan civilian for what "their people" did on 9/11 (a racist institution fostering racism? Colour me shocked (sarcasm)).

As a US citizen, I'm personally really concerned with this attitude we have toward troops. As somebody who hates the institution of the military, I also hate that it fosters a genuinely toxic mindset - it's much like the mindset that is instilled in cops; however, when you are overseas, the people you harm are not typically US civilians, so people can sweep under the rug the injustice of terrorizing civilians who aren't "like us."

[konstya]

MR. MEATHEAD BLOCKED ME 😭😭😭😭😭 LMAOOOI

[fizzytoo]

new tav new tav new tav (that failed arcana check is none of your business)

[pianokantzart]

This show is going to make me regress into my middleschool self where I spent all my free time feeling emo about Knuckles The Echidna

[emmawantstobattle]

Ooh Echo fell over ooh Tech and Omega are bonding ooh-everybody shut up!!! Wrecker!!! They finally showed Wrecker being the demolition expert he is and he built a GODDAMN BLASTER CANNON FROM SCRAPS!!! AND IT WAS ALL HIS IDEA!!!!!

[penguin-in-the-mist]

The Flock letting all their dads know they all made it to the meet up point

[wraithwen]

he's gay. he's a tiefling. he's a paladin. he's an atheist. gods love him. he's 6'8. he's stupid. he's a force of nature. he's a guard dog and weird about it

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[pinkniz]

Headcanon time

Ok so you know how Freddy is supposed to be this huge powerhouse and yet he loses to every single esper he comes across in the storymode?

Gameplay wise this obviously bc hes a jobber and the story needs him to be dealt with BUT what if theres an in universe reason for this? What if this is related to how espers dont have full access to their divine potential as soon as they transform?

Ok so look at who are the strongest espers, they are all espers who have had their powers for a long time and clearly have trained those powers apong with studying them in some cases, theres this implication in the lore that an esper can gradually unlock more and more power with enough time and practice right? Where am I going with this? What if Freddy simply has never truly explored his powers?

From what we know Freddy has been an esper for at least 9 years however from his divinate, old official posts and in the beta we also know he has always been very physical when it came to fights and he centers his attention on getting stronger. I believe once he transformed he only cared about the boost in physical strength it gave him, he simply never bothered to explore what else he can do because he wanted to keep bashing things with his own hands(paws). He definitely tested at first just how strong and durable he was at first but I seriously doubt he ever cared to find out what else he could do and thus never fully developed as an esper.

Just think about it, most espers are always doing magical stuff, most espers seem to not rely much on the physical boost esperhood grants them but they use both that and the divine energy they were given while Freddy relies almost exclusively on his physical prowess and at most the only fantastical thing he does are those blue lights that come from him in some occasions

Anyways theres my combulated way of saying Freddy is a jobber both gameplay and lorewise

[krytus]

teddy sears slaying as zoom in the flash finale