#but if you're constantly looking for shit??

[grendil9]

"removing the constitution from the website" it's stuff like this that gives hints to goy, just enough to keep the smarter ones quiet and uninterested, that all of the insane "reactions" are indeed the true and sole purpose of "the government" otherwise known as polslop.

You're supposed to say "Uh, actually, they were just taking the constitution down for maintenance". You're supposed to say that. They need you to say that, you dumb slave. The purpose of people talking about how they did that is to make you comment. The purpose of them removing the constitution for a few hours or whatever, and then drawing attention to it in every post by every liberal-team bot on social media, is to make you comment. There was no maintenance, they need your comments. They need your belief. There are no teams, one single entity decides on which funny things to do to keep you commenting, and this is just one of them.

Every "event" like this, is just, quite literally, just a dumb show. Browbeating the weak and innocent into insane beliefs, culminating in self-castration (trans), and demoralizing the intelligent and capable into submission. Making the more perceptive goy say: "Maybe we deserve this dumb show that hurts people and conquers peoples minds, after all look how effective it is on my foolish brothers and sisters."

Polslop's existence renders the masses incapable of unity. There's no chance people who actually believe the dumb polslop, and all the stupid cartoon characters like trump and michelle and biden and shit, and people who don't believe in any of it, could ever really get along outside of immediate necessity. And of course they're so easily mislead already.

The "trump will save us" people are a damned people. Anyone who believes that government is real is going to be left behind by God. It's idolatry. It's a gay drag show with trump making gay drag queen insults for Adult Men to lap up. It just fucking sucks, way worse now that all the pageantry disappeared with Obama. It's just so gay and hopeless and demoralizing. How could you still believe government is real? How can you believe that that wailing shemale bag makes any important decisions at all. What a joke!

As far as I'm concerned if you believe that any single actor or group of actors in any government in the world makes any decision at all, you're defeated. You're ruled by evil. Every politician on earth is a golem with a round golem-male body or stick-thin emaciated golem-female body. They just exist to zombie-walk around on stages with their flabby soulless conscienceless corpses, and beautiful expensive masonic suits, and shoulder-pads, and colorful occult-meaning ties. Sometimes they'll read off a script, written by an AI and approved by a Skeksis boy, to keep you talking and confused and angry.

That is their sole purpose. They take your energy and torment you when you're in the shower or in bed, with their dumb meaningless plotlines that never go anywhere. Distracting and misleading the people. No "news story" they show you publicly isn't planned years and sometimes decades in advance. Or otherwise is just some spur-of-the-moment oneoff joke by some rabbi. That's all there is to it.

If it's on "the news" you can believe without a doubt that it's a planned hoax. There are no exceptions. If it actually happens, it doesn't go on the news. Real events that genuinely happen aren't spread to the public, because real events have too many unknowns. A real event could wake people up, so real events are smothered. Likewise real "leaders" of any kind are hunted down, gangstalked, electronically tortured, and driven to low-energy lifestyles, effectively "removing them from play".

I suppose I can't blame people who suffer the false belief that politics and democracy are real. After all the Skeksis are constantly poisoning the water supply. But it's still an evil thing, and it dominates so many minds, and there's really nothing more to it than just a dumb show.

As an observer from outside of America I'm genuinely quite astounded at how quickly things seem to be ramping up. I don't know why but I believed they would have a cold period where they'd just act like everything is normal before going full with their ideas.

But nope. Straight in to removing the constitution from the website; talking about raiding the homes of immigrant families; removal of the reproductive rights page; saying there are only 2 genders and now it seems they have the intention to make it so women can only get birth control with the permission of their husbands, fathers or a priest.

Thereby completely destroying years of good work for, not only reproductive rights, but women's health care as a whole.

This is only day 2 of the Presidency.

We are in for a long, painful, ride.

[vampiredaisiesss]

❝ all a ghost can do

is haunt ❞

— part two

★ dofp! logan howlett x younger! reader

tags & warnings - age gap (reader is in her 20's), the brutal sting of jealousy, light angst, a sweaty logan in his slutty white vest, reader being called a kid, descriptive physical fighting, mentions of being touch starved, kissing :)

word count - 2.3k

part one

You wake up to an empty bed.

The indent in the mattress still holds Logan’s shape, sheets carrying the lingering musk of his skin. Real. It was real. A smile tugs at your lips as you press your face into his pillow, inhaling deeply. Your heart feels too big for your chest, giddy and terrified all at once.

Logan—the Logan whose rare smiles have been making your stomach flip for longer than you'd care to admit—fell asleep in your arms last night.

Your fingers drift over the empty space where his body should be, a tendril of anxiety curling in your gut.

You’re not offended by his absence. Of course, he left. He's Logan. He probably has a hundred reasons why this was a mistake— the age difference, your positions at the school, all the complications it would bring.

Above all, he is still your training instructor.

Training. Classes. School.

Fuck!

The clock catches your eye and panic shoots through you. "Shit!" You're late. Very late.

Your telekinesis responds to your distress before conscious thought kicks in. Clothes float from drawers as you brush your teeth, straight to your waiting hand. You catch your reflection as you rush around – cheeks flushed, hair wild, eyes twinkling both with giddiness and anxiety.

Class is mostly uneventful; You find your mind constantly drifting to the training session ahead. The usual thrill of teaching young minds political theories is dulled by the alternating waves of anticipation rolling through your stomach. Each time you imagine seeing Logan, your heart leaps a little in your chest.

The gym is buzzing with activity when you arrive. Rogue catches your eye from her position on the treadmill, her knowing smile making your cheeks warm.

"Hey," she calls out, wiping her brow. "Logan's in the locker room." The wink she adds makes your heart stutter.

Marie has been teasing you about your little crush on "Professor" Logan for a while now. Despite the fact that you’re only a couple years older than her, she seems too determined that Logan’s got it for you. In solitude, you find yourself wondering if he does, even a little bit.

Your feet carry you toward the locker room, greeting students along the way with what you hope passes as a normal smile. Then you hear it—his voice, low and rough, uttering a name that stops you cold: "Jean..."

The world narrows down to the gap in the double doors. Through it, you spot Logan's broad back, his muscles rippling beneath his tank top. Those arms, the same ones that infiltrate your mind so often, are now wrapped around Jean Grey's frame. Her fingers thread through his hair—oh for fuck's sake, his hair—and white-hot jealousy floods your system.

The pain is immediate, like someone's reached into your chest and squeezed. Hot tears prick at your eyes as your mind cruelly reframes every moment from last night. Of course he'd go to Jean. Brilliant, beautiful, mature Jean. Not some young teacher who he probably sees as nothing more than a student who graduated to a friend, someone who needs protecting rather than someone to lean on as a real partner.

What are you to him? A student? A friend? Some kid he needs to protect? 

No.

You refuse to cry here. Swallowing past the knot in your throat, you force yourself to speak, proud when your voice comes out steady. "Logan, are you inside?"

"Uh, yes." His disorientation is right there. "Be outside in a min."

In the adjacent room, you trade your original outfit for a blank tank and track pants. When you arrive back inside the gym, you notice he's wearing a white tank and loose running pants, as opposed to his usual jeans.

It is a good look for him. Really good. Stop looking, you immediately chide yourself.

Logan demonstrates several maneuvers, pointing out where to move and how to strike Usually, he makes you spar with someone else. Someone safe who won't knock your teeth out. But today, you have a different proposition for him.

“Why don't you be the opponent today, professor?"  your words make several students' heads turn. "That way, I'll be learning from the best."

Logan frowns. "That's not happening." He states firmly.

“Why not? Afraid I’ll disappoint?”

“What? No.” He jaw works as he tries to figure out the look on your face. What has gotten into you today? When he speaks again, his voice is lower, meant just for you. "You don't have anything to prove here. You can get hurt."

"I'll heal." The words – his words – hit their mark, and the crease between his brows deepens.

You watch the muscle in his jaw tick as he weighs his options. Behind him, you notice that your little argument has drawn a crowd. Jean stands at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, watching with that penetrating gaze that makes you feel impossibly young.

"Fine," Logan rolls his shoulders, and you see the moment he shifts into instructor mode. "But we do this by my rules. First sign of—"

"Real fight, Logan." You drop into a ready stance. "Stop treating me like I'll break."

Half heartedly, Logan mirrors your stance. "Let me know if it gets too much, kid."

The word 'kid' lands exactly as intended, stoking the fire in your chest. You bare your teeth in what might be a smile. "We'll see about that."

The mat creaks under your feet as you square off against Logan. His stance is relaxed, still dismissive—feet shoulder-width apart, hands loose at his sides. You recognize the careful way he's holding himself back.

Something inside you snaps.

You launch forward, aiming high with a strike that leaves you exposed. It is rookie mistake he's warned you about countless times. His response is immediate. One hand catches your wrist while the other sweeps your legs out from under you. The mat slams against your back, forcing the air from your lungs in a harsh exhale.

"Sloppy," he growls, already backing away to give you space. "You're better than that."

You roll to your feet, ignoring the protest of your muscles. Your eyes track his movement—the subtle shift of weight from one foot to another, the almost imperceptible tension in his shoulders. He's taught you to read these signs, to anticipate your opponent's next move. Now you'll show him how well you've learned.

You feint with your elbow, a move telegraphed enough to make him think you're still fighting angry, still not thinking your moves through. He takes the bait, backing up slightly to avoid the strike. The space opens up exactly as you planned, and you pivot on your back foot, channeling your momentum into a roundhouse kick that catches him across the jaw.

The impact reverberates up your leg, making you groan. Logan's head snaps to the side, and for a moment, the gym falls silent. When he looks back at you, there's something new in his expression. Surprise, yes, but also pride, and something darker.

"Too much?" You can't help the cockiness in your voice, even as your heart pounds against your ribs.

Logan doesn't answer.

Instead, he lunges forward with frightening speed, hands reaching for your waist. You twist away, driving your elbow into his back as he passes. The grunt he releases is deeply satisfying, even though you know he's still holding back. One wrong move with his adamantium-laced bones could shatter yours.

"What's gotten into you today?" he demands, circling you now with predatory focus.

You ignore the question, analyzing his gait for openings. Your next attack is ambitious – trying to use his momentum against him, to flip him over your hip. It's a move that might work on someone your size, but Logan is pure muscle, immovable as a mountain.

Instead of him going down, you find yourself stumbling, barely catching yourself before face-planting on the mat.

His laugh ignites something primal in your chest. You spring up, pushing past your body's complaints, and strike him across the face. It's not a combat move. It's a slap, sharp and personal, the sound cracking through the air like a gunshot. His head turns toward Jean, and the sight of his profile facing her direction reignites your fury.

You don't think. You just move, launching yourself at his exposed back. But Logan's instincts are honed by decades of combat. He spins with impossible speed, catching you mid-air. The world tilts and blurs, and then you're on your back again, but this time he follows you down. His body pins you to the mat, hands gripping your wrists beside your head, knee pressed between your thighs to immobilize you.

The position brings every point of contact between your bodies into sharp focus. The press of his chest against yours, both your breaths intermingling. The callused warmth of his palms around your wrists. The solid weight of his thigh between your legs. 

Anger and desire war in your veins, making it impossible to think clearly.

"Enough! What's this about?" His voice rasps low, meant only for you. This close, you can see the flecks of amber in his hazel eyes, the same eyes that often soften when they fall upon you.

"You wanted me to be able to defend myself," Your voice comes out breathier than intended, betraying the effect his proximity has on you. "I was just being a good student."

You attempt to rise, to escape the intensity of his gaze, but his grip tightens fractionally. The knee between your legs shifts, pressing higher, and suddenly the pretense of combat feels paper-thin. The gym's watching crowd, led by Jean, seems to disperse, offering you some space to work out your… well, whatever it is you two needed to work out.

"This isn’t about proving yourself in combat. You think I’m an idiot?" His eyes search yours, seeing too much. "Is it about this morning?"

The reminder of yesterday stings fresh. "Don't think too highly of yourself." The words come out sharp. "Why should I expect you to stay? You're not my boyfriend."

"Hey, lose the tone!" The command in his voice sends a shiver down your spine, and when you try to squirm away again, his knee presses more firmly between your thighs, holding you open beneath him.

Something breaks inside you then. Maybe it's the warmth of his body egging you on, crystallizing all your feelings into a single moment of reckless courage. Your lips seek his, catching him mid-word. For one glorious second, he responds, his mouth moving against yours with the same hunger that consumes you both in your daydreams.

Then he pulls back, though not far. "Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart," His breath fans across your lips. "Don’t do that."

You feel the tears building, blurring your vision, and hate how easily he can unmake you.

His expression softens at the sight. “Kid..."

"I'm not a kid!" The words burst out with a sniffle.

"No, you're not," he agrees, his voice gentling. "I don't mean it literally, you know."

"I know," your voice catches. "I just wish you'd stop treating me like one."

"I'm over 200 years old, bub."

"You're quite well preserved for a mummy."

His answering chuckle rumbles through his chest into yours. One hand releases your wrist to brush away a tear. "What is it about, really?"

"I saw you with Jean." You admit finally. A sigh leaves him, but you press on. "And I understand, she's older, wiser, more beautiful—"

"You're wise and beautiful,” Logan’s thumb traces your bottom lip, silencing you. "You want to know what happened in that locker room? Jean was telling me to stop being an idiot. To stop running from this, from us. I couldn't kiss her if I wanted to. Been that way for a while now. There's only one person I want, and she just tried to kick my ass in front of the whole damn school."

 "Logan..."  His name fills your lungs like the first real breath after drowning.

"Yeah?"

"Kiss me," you whisper, arching up slightly. His hold on your wrists loosens, prompting you to break free and slip your hands into his locks. Desperately, you plead. "I want you to kiss me."

The moment his lips meet yours, your whole world goes quiet. It's soft—so much softer than you'd imagined the Wolverine could be. Your heart feels too big for your chest, like it might burst from finally having something you've wanted for so long. 

Logan cradles your face like you're something precious. His calloused fingers find yours against the mat, threading them together, and that simple touch sends warmth flooding through your whole body.

Your mind flashes to all those times you've watched him from afar, wondering if he'd ever look at you the way he's looking at you right now. Not as a student, not as someone who needs protecting, but as someone who understands his darkness and wants him anyway. 

It is a feeling capable of curing the ache of starvation that one feels when they've begged for morsels their entire life. And God knows you both have.

"For God's sake, get a room already!" Bobby's exasperated voice cuts through the moment, followed by Rogue's laugh.

Logan's grin against your mouth is pure sin. "What do you say, bub'? Wanna continue this somewhere more private?"

"Thought you'd never ask, Professor."

★

author's note - i might or might not be thinking of releasing a part three by next weekend if this one gains traction. i just love these two soooo muchhh AHHHHH.

[delayeddrabbles]

s5 - post break up - rafe & sofia

When you're racing head first towards something that'll kill you in five seconds flat

sofia is watching that taylor swift "27 seconds" joe jonas interview on ellen on repeat.

rafe tells sarah what's going on but noone else.

the ring on the kitchen counter with a little post it note is a gut punch. "shit's gone. leftovers in the freezer. jerry kept an eye on the place - S" no hearts on her Is or smiley face after her name. straight. direct. to the point but also unbelievably kind.

a pile of his old shirts is already washed and folded in a donation box on the end of his bed.

rafe is constantly over at sarah and john b's and topper's in order to avoid being home alone.

sofia's mom is relieved they left her room just as she left it.

sofia's dad gives into the urge to ask what happened to the money and sofia is appauled.

most of the money ends up going towards covering her period of unemployment. she's pissed he convinced her to quit her job.

rafe is radio silent in portugal and so she has to face up to topper and kelce on the street and tell them they broke up.

barely anyone even knew they were engageed and that somehow makes it worse. they're both suffering in silence.

she purposely avoids any beach parties for the first month after she hears he's back.

sofia may or may not have impulsively told her boss exactly what she thought of him in the rush of finally quitting and he does not want to take her back.

she picks up a few odd jobs around town until she finds one that fits.

one of them is a server for a catering company and that's how they run into each other again. some kook girl's birthday party.

he's sulking. she's putting on her best customer service smile for a guy ordering a drink. her hair is up and her nails are short and bare. she's not dolled up. she's all business.

topper waves her over much to both of their dismay and she offers their group a plate of canapés in the most peppy chipper fake voice she can muster.

while he's not interested in the kook girl beside him he clamours for some kind of security blanket/body shield in sofia's terrifying presence. their proximity doesn't go unnoticed.

sofia's dissappointed that he seems to have gone straight back to the party boy again as if everything with her (and Sarah) hadn't happened.

sofia decides to go the next beach party with a revenge body outfit and with the intent of finding a rebound and rubbing it in his face. sure she did a lot wrong but he also dumped her abruptly and harshly and hasn't spoken to her in months. so she's rightfully feeling bitter and petty as well. two can play that game.

it works. he's unsuprsingly jealous. they fight on the beach.

she does sleep with other people. he wishes he could but he can't.

they both get petty and sneaky and flirty. purposely wearing certain outfits and doing certain ticks and stretches and gestures that they know turns the other on. at parties. at beach days. town events. bumping into each other on the street.

the first proper conversation they have is sofia congratulating sarah on being pregnant and the younger cameron being there forces them to interact civily.

once sarah disappears inside a store rafe awkwardly and gruffly apologises for being a dick the last few weeks. everything sofia hasn't been able to say or apologise for brims in her eyes. he's pulled away by sarah calling him.

she shows up at john b and sarah's house a few days later, having looked all over town for him. she wants to talk and apologise. he lets her in.

[uselessgay10101]

Ohhhhh so THATS what they changedddd- (ugh it's bad but good...)

Yeah totally agree with you on the "THERE'S A FUCKING APOCALYPSE BRO I DON'T THINK ME KISSING A GIRL WILL MAKE THINGS WORSE-!"

But I understand how Alek probably wants to write Anna off as (Definitely needs more bc it's shit-)

The idea that "it's wrong" isn't really a religious thing as much as you would expect. I say this as someone who didn't really do the "go to church every sunday" or "pray every night" type of thing but I DID have the typical religious household in a Mexican family. I didn't get told "you'll go yo hell" or "God doesn't love you bc your a child of satan-"

No thankfully none of that. But did get indirect signals.

An eyeroll, a groan, a simple comment, or a disgusted expression is ENOUGH for not only internalized homophobia to be developed but fear of acceptance

Which is what I think Anna is going through. It is the stage of acceptance. In which one not only accepts one's self but the fact that there will be people against you for the sole fact of BEING gay. And that THAT won't stop you from being your gay self (is it badly written and makes me want to cry with how bad it is sometimes? Yes but that's another thing-)

Anna isn't in a religious household or constantly being told "being gay is a bad so....no [smack]"

...But she kinda is. Bc that's probably what's going through her head at the slightest interaction with Lane. I can FEEL her internal anxiety and rage at not only Lane but in herself because "friends don't....FEEL things for friends"

"Your mind is not only your permanent home but also your most present one." - Uselessgay 2025 :))

Also we all know Anna treasures Dimitri above almost everything right? She wants his approval and praise and it stems from her want and need for approval from her own FATHER

And from what I've read it's not likely Dimitri is too fond of the idea that his sister is 💅💅💅

From a nasty disgusted look to acting cold and uncaring to her when she need reassurance

That to someone who constantly seeks the approval from those she loves is soul crushing. it's not a simple pain in your chest but something that sticks to you like unactivated slime! It's something you keeps it's claws in a death grip when hugging you and that u remember unconsciously

Now pair that with one's unintentional internalized homophobia and it's enough to not only be cruel to yourself but to whoever one likes in a gay way

The kiss scene in my mind was perfect. (As perfect as bad writing can get but...it's not BAAAD! (She could use a little more experience in writing such scenes))

The kiss and the scene leading up to it wasn't soft nor loving. It's was angry and desperate.

You're allowed to disagree bc I know what I'm saying is infuriating to ppl who just want Anna to stop being so...[wild gestures]

But it's real. It's fucking infuriating that only wlw have to deal with this shit when the straights are off smooching and having sex in the first 💎 diamond 💎 scene

But It's really is only something that straight people could never understand. I know it's hard to live in a time where wlw players are more accepted than ever but still [gestures wildly again]

Anna's route.....isn't BAD nor is it GOOD but it is real in the sense that it give the real experience OF being gay in an otherwise unaccepting environment

Again it's stupid and heartbreaking that's its ONLY wlw but wlw is not straight and it never will be (please don't take that as an insult! I mean that in a "agree to disagree" way and a "appreciate being you" type-pa way)

--- And omg this is so long- sorry I just want everyone to know I'm not COMPLETELY crazy in justifying the route.. I see the good in the bad and willing to ask questions...I'm not being mean I swear- :')

I haven’t caught up to Anna’s route yet on my slot but lowkey what was that…

Apparently there’s variations depending on VoG or WoD/ compassion/no compassion etc and I’ve seen ss for one path only so far.

I just don’t get why Anna, who has so far been presented as being averse to looking at women romantically say something like this ? It feels ooc almost idk. You could argue that she’s opening up slowly, and is still in denial over her feelings and/or sexuality and this was a way to open that avenue but it doesn’t feel right to me idk why.

using the word ‘recoiled’ and then saying she wanted to ‘wash herself’ is genuinely crazy bye. look, I would also recoil if someone kissed me outta nowhere (doubly so if I was struggling with my sexuality) but ‘wash herself off’ IS SO INSANE???? as if it’s a dirty act. and before anyone says anything, I know there are people have repressed desires; they can’t come to terms with themselves being attracted to the same gender and they could potentially feel that way. but oh my god, there has been no nuance in the way this has been handled. no deep religious trauma that could’ve molded her this way, nothing that could even potentially explain why Anna would see same sex relationships and attraction the way she does. (someone correct me if I’m wrong pls it’s been ages since I played my Anna route)

Lada and Tata’s budding relationship has been handled so much better. There’s questions from both and you can see they’re both new to this; Lada even questions herself if ‘it’s okay’ to feel that way but it makes her feel happy so she does what her heart tells her to. What kinda reasoning is it that an apocalypse can happen but heaven forbid u wanna kiss a girl

There were so many ways to write a kiss scene between them. Idk if I’m overthinking or if anyone else felt the same way

ITS SO WEIRD. this woman hates lesbians and bisexual players bruh i cannot.

(also hearing that fucking Boris appears today in a vision made me crash the fuck out)

[fallen-w1ngs]

'' LONGING ,,

|| pairing: hawks x gn!reader / keigo takami x gn!reader

|| warnings: hurt/comfort, this is so self indulgent

|| word count: 0.8k

It had been around 2 weeks since Keigo left for his mission. He had told you that he was coming back in a week and a half. You were worried sick for him, pacing around your shared living room as you constantly checked your phone. Though, you knew Keigo wasn't allowed to use his phone on these missions, it'd be too much of a risk. Undercover missions, y'know?

It didn't make it easier, of course it didn't. When the two of you got married, you knew what you were signing up for. You knew that he'd be gone for weeks on end. That his hero work wouldn't be sympathetic towards your relationship.

He'd come home at late hours of the day, leave when daylight barely breaks. It was heart wrenching. And you didn't know what to do but worry. Ah, well, let's hope he'll be home by tomorrow. It was already 2 AM, if he was home he'd probably kill you if he knew you were up at that time. That damn hypocrite.

You changed into your pajama's, it was the matching set that Keigo INSISTED on getting. It was the stupid, childish pj's that had llama prints on the bottoms while the top had some cheesey llama pun. God, it was so stupid.

You climbed into bed, hiding underneath the fluffy comforter that Keigo had hated, yet you absolutely loved it. He claimed his wings were warm enough, which was true. But now that he was out, you needed the comforter. Yet all you could think of was the fact you wanted that stupid fucking bird man to wrap his arms and wings around you.

You closed your eyes, hugging your fluffy pillow, nuzzling your face into it. Pretending as if it was Keigo. God, what did that man do to you?

.

.

.

You had drifted to sleep, your dreams filled of nothing but a dark void as a small creak came from your balcony. Heavy boots against the smooth tile as Keigo made his way through the living room. He hadn't received terrible injuries, thankfully, only a few cuts and bruises, allowing him to fly home, quick and easy. He threw off his jacket on the couch and kicked his boots. He'll deal with your lecturing tomorrow.

Silently, Keigo made his way through the hall up to your shared bedroom. As much as he hated being in his hero costume, he desperately needed to cuddle with you in bed. He'll change in the morning. He needed his spouse.

He climbed into bed, pushing the comforter away and pushing your back flush against his chest. His wing over the both of you, acting as a blanket. Keigo let out a small sigh as he pushed his face into your hair, memorizing your smell. Oh, how he missed this.

"Kei?" Your voice felt like a whisper in the wind. Something that couldn't be heard even by the sharpest of ears.

"Shit, I'm sorry for waking you, baby" You turned to face him. A small smile on your face as you put your forehead against his own. Your hand reaching up to feel his scratchy stubble.

"Don't apologize for waking me up.."

"I'm sorry, love"

He placed a gentle kiss on the corner of your lips. A small smile spreading on his face when he did. How sweet you were, your lips as sweet as honey and as soft as a cloud that Keigo would fly in. Oh, how he would trade the skies to kiss you a million times over. He'd trade everything just to stay with you everyday.

"How was-"

"I don't wanna talk about it," Keigo pushed his face into your hand, placing gentle kisses on your hands. "just wanna be with you.. Don't wanna think about-"

You placed another kiss on his lips, your eyes filled with love and affection as he looked over at you. What was he even talking about?

"It's okay, love," You reached over and wrapped your arms around his neck. Pulling him close, as if you were trying to meld yourself to him. "I'm glad you're home, I've missed you."

With a shakey breath, Keigo wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling into you as his grip on your shirt tightened. The days he would come home were always the best, yet also the worst. He could have prevented the hurt, the longing, if he had stayed home. If he had stayed with you.

"I missed you so much, my love, God.. All I thought about was you.." His voice was barely above a whisper as you hugged him. At these times, he acted as if you were a precious treasure that he desperately did not want to let go of. Well, you were a precious treasure. To him, at least. "I'll stay home tomorrow. I promise, my songbird, I promise, I-"

You pushed his face away from you, his face cupped between your hands as you gave a soft smile. "It's okay, Keigo.. I promise, I'm okay."

"I love you."

You let out a small chuckle.

"I love you too, Keigo"

|| chat idk wtf came over me but i was feeling sad and i wanted keigo SIGH!

[gingerteafairy]

OMG could do more about Dave x Todd x Black!Reader. The first one is so good, seriously, I don't want to sound dirty but something like them taking her in the doggy position, I don't want to explain that but I hope you understand 😭😭

Oh, i get it, anon. I'm thinking about it everyday...

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐜 (𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐝 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐞)

tags n warnings: smut/mdni, threesome, raw doggy, blowjob, language, praise kink, breeding if you squint, cum eating. word count: +300. masterlist

Your relationship with Dave and Todd went beyond the term "best friends" or "lovers". Soulmates would perhaps be better, even if it was still weak. It was like being always in tune with everything, in sync.

You were on all fours, your favorite position for this, back arched like a cat. Your ass up, reddened from Todd’s slaps, your face contorted in pleasure with your lips on Dave’s warm cock, succumbing to his soft taste.

Todd kept the slow rhythm in your needy pussy, while Dave kept your mouth stuffed, muffling the lewd moans that came out of your throat every time Todd touched that spot. It was a pleasure trip.

Both kneeling on the bed. Todd watched how your cunt swallowed his entire cock, the dark colors of your folds attracted him so much. You might be insecure about it, but it was what he loved the most.

He always loved how your colors blended together, constantly wondering about it every time he jerked seed inside your womb.

“Uhmm…” you nodded, unable to speak, closing your eyes tightly as you felt Dave’s tip on your uvula.

“You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth,” Dave whimpered at the contact, the wet noise of saliva, gagging and your entry. You didn’t blush easily, melanin protected, but at those times, you always looked as red as he did. It drove him crazy.

To that melody, they increased the rhythm, while you moaned louder, choking on Dave’s cock, having his pale hand holding your chin to see the tears.

“Sorry, fuck…hnng” Dave muttered, grunting as he felt your throat tightening with discomfort, mixed with Todd’s massage inside you. “Shit, I’m gonna cum if you look at me like that…”

“Shit, you’re so…” Todd groaned, pulling your hair as he set a rhythm. His veiny hands went to your waist to hold your body that went back and forth with his thrusts. “I’m going to fill this pussy. You're so greedy, bet you’ll want Dave later like you always do… hmmm —fuuuck—take it all…”

Dave held your head with both hands, his hips moving frantically until they began to slow down, spurting cum on your tongue and cheeks. Not more than a second, you felt your own wave of orgasm as Todd’s white strands filled you completely. In sync, once again.

[woso-dreamzzz]

*Dirtbag arriving home late*

Dirtbag: Perfect, everyone is asleep.

Flirts: You know you can walk in the door Dirtbag

Dirtbag: Ah! Flirts you do here

Flirts: Don't you know that Ingrid told me that you are not allowed to arrive after ten

Dirtbag: And I think he also said something about how you're not allowed to do anything work-related after eight.

Flirts: ok okay, let's do the following we will say that you were going to get a glass of water and I was about to make sure that the girls were asleep

Dirtbag: done seems fair to me

Flirts: *they pass their arm over and walk* Well it's time to...

Dirtbag: shit

Skatt: *With an empty jar* please help me look for my tarantula

Flirts and Dirtbag:😦😐

Everybody in that house probably hates that tarantula

Like Skatt is constantly taking it and handling it and sometimes she just places it on the table

Flirts and Dirtbag are totally freaking out while they help her look and try not to wake anyone else

[epickiya722]

As a bkdk artist who's been in the fandom since 2018, one thing that always annoyed me about antis is when I (and other bkdks) posted bkdk art back then, I'd see ATLEAST one comment saying "your artsyle is cute, but bakudeku is a terrible ship" or "I don't like bkdk but your art is so good. Maybe you could try drawing krbk next?" Or even "how could you even like this ship. Hori himself said that izch is canon."

The "your art is good but this ship sucks, draw something else" comments sounded like backhanded compliments. Like I'm passionate about the ship so I'll draw what I want? Thank you very much?!

It was so cool to hate on bkdk back then, they really acted like it was some illegal ship. I also had people say stuff like I didn't understand how bullied people feel or abuse victims like seriously what 😑

I feel your annoyance to the point. My sentiments exactly.

Going to sound mean when I say this, but antis have gotten so infuriating that I honestly stopped caring. Like anything they do just to hate on the ship is ridiculously stupid.

I refuse to believe they do all of that because "Oh, I mean no harm, I just want to express how I feel". No, they have been doing it for far too long and they do it on purpose.

They mask wanting to bother shippers but "sharing their opinions".

That's not how they really feel, that's not their opinion, so they can cut the fuckery. They just want to be an asshole.

Those same people who constantly bash on BakuDeku barely bat a lash at other ships that are worse if they gonna throw the "Bakugou is a bully card".

You're right and you should say it. When they say "art style is cute but..." it's a backhanded compliment.

Honestly, I wouldn't even call it a compliment because a compliment is meant to be genuine. If antis are being genuine about an art style being cool to them, they wouldn't follow up with some insult.

Now antis want to pull the "It makes no sense to ship them" card. Who cares about it making sense? You know what doesn't make sense to me?

If antis, those that ship Izuku and Ochako, want to scream about them being "canon" (I say more implied than canon honestly) then why talk about BakuDeku at all? Do you secretly ship BakuDeku and just want to deny it, resist it like "oh, no I mustn't! I shall not"?

Do you have just want to follow the crowd of haters? "I want to hate, too, yay!"

Do you just have a thing for "following rules" and try to apply it to anything? Because then why only single out BakuDeku? Why not other ships?

I don't know about them, but when I hate a ship I don't talk about it.

Antis be screaming "I see BakuDeku everywhere I can't escape it", but I had a totally different experience because when I first got into MHA and as the anime and manga went on, I didn't see BakuDeku content like that because I wasn't exposing myself to it. When I did cross the ship, my reaction wasn't to harass the shipper. Just shrugged and moved on.

So antis have no excuse at all for their shit actions. If you hate the ship, hate it.

Is like they want a cookie or something... "I'm a BakuDeku hater, I want a sticker!" That's what they look like to me.

Also, Anon, I thank you for being a part of the community. For anybody who reblogs your art with comments like that I'm a proud hater of them since they want to be proud haters.

[the0p]

smoke

bf!haechan, mlm, cigarettes (don't do it kids), makeout but nothing more, non idol au, shit tone of teasing and I'm pretty sure that's it (as a smoker I need this in my life okay. I don't bias him, but this is a need.) (also I did not read through this. Sorry for any mistakes)

haechan and i lived in an apartment together, both of us drowning in our work at the dining table fighting deadlines to submit the work in time and finally get a brake. After hours of silence, only the occasional acts of service making each other coffee or getting a snack for one another, we finally finished what we were working on, relieved. I closed my laptop, closing my eyes as I leaned back in my chair, head trown back, my eyes tired. I heard him stand up the chair scraping against the floor. I opened one eye looking at him as he stretched, making his way over to me, draping his arms over my shoulders as my head touched his stomach. he looked down at me as I stared up at him. "You look like shit" he whispered, making me laugh. I was well awear I did not look the best. my hair was a mess, and my eyes tired. "Okay, mister perfect" I said, sarcastically bringing a hand up to pull him down for a quick kiss before standing up and stretching, my back cracking. "You know it" he said, doing a sassy hair flip as if he'd have the hair for that. I shook my head an amused smile on my face.

me and him were complete opposites in many ways. personality wise especially but we made it work every time. "You know, for someone who's supposed to be 'mister perfect' you sure are very cocky" I said, placing my arms over his shoulders a playful smirk on my face, one hand playing with the back of his hair. he returned the smirk, his hands making their way to my waist going under my shirt slightly, his fingers drawing patterns on my skin, pulling me closer. "You don't seem to mind y/n" I hummed, pretending to think, "Who knows, maybe I do we'll never know will we?" he scoffed, playing hurt "okay damn what a boyfriend I have he dosent even love me" I pulled away muttering "drama queen" under my breath as I turned back to the table to dig trough my bag to find my pack of cigarettes and a lighter or even his pack as he tends to leave his in my bag. I felt him press up against my back, his head on my shoulder, looking at what I was doing. he pointed to a pocket, already knowing what I was looking for. "Everything should be there." I checked the pocket, and just like he said, everything was there. I took the pack and one of the lighters walking into the living room, opening the door to our balcony, taking a cushion from one of the chairs we had outside and sitting down on the ground. he followed shortly after me taking a cushion and an ashtray from the table and sat down next to me with a sigh.

the night was relatively cold but pleasant, so there were no complaints on my end. I opened the beat-up pack and took out two cigarettes, putting one between my lips and handing him the other one, him doing the same. I light mine first, the bitter taste filling my mouth as I inhale the smoke, handing him the lighter. I watched him as he lit the cigarette, the flame giving some light to his features in the dark night. he was always beautiful, but with a cigarette between his lips, he was breathtaking. I could never keep my eyes off him when we smoked together, as how could you not stare? the smoke surrounded us as he talked about his day at work and how much he hated his boss, but even my best attempt at listening failed my eyes too busy admiring him. he caught on after a while once he noticed my eyes constantly going between his eyes and lips. "You're not listening, are you?" he asked, a laugh escaping as he took a drag. I didn't respond. I just leaned in and kissed him the smoke mixing between us. he tasted exactly like coffee and cigarettes vanilla from the creamer we used. I put out my cigarette, taking his and putting it out as well, not breaking the kiss as it slowly got more heated.

our balcony had plenty of protection to it so we didn't have to worry about our neighbours seeing or us falling off or something. we moved around a bit, my back pressed against one of the walls as he sat comfortably on my lap. one of his hands on my cheek the other behind my head playing with my hair tugging on in occasionally while my hands rested on his hips from time to time moving down to his thighs giving them a gentle squeeze. the makeout didn't go further than that as neither of us was really in the mood for sex so after a bit, we went back inside his neck having a few marks now and put the ashtray away, clean up the dining room table putting out things away and haechan chose to take a shower before we get our tired asses to bed. cuddling for the rest of the night surrounded by blankets and pillows wrapped in each others arms.

(sorry for the short story I'm finishing this at 1am I'm way too tired for this)

[opha]

half of my post isn't addressed here. you're giving me the elevator pitch, but it's an oversimplification of what proshipping is (i should know, i was around for the term's creation and i am constantly in those spaces), and the false dichotomy presented falls apart with any amount of elaboration. that's not even the only primary principle (being anti-censorship is inextricable from the ideology, yet it takes a backseat to the elevator pitch).

there are several associated behaviors present in proship spaces:

ageism ranging from moderate to extreme (particularly ghoulish is advocating for the surveillance of children by their parents rather than education)

anti-paraphile rhetoric that goes hand-in-hand with harmful, non-fact based beliefs about CSA prevention (this is what i mean by not taking being anti-thoughtcrime to its logical conclusion: making no differentiation between pro- and anti- contacts and continuing to spread myths about CSA such as pedophiles being the majority of perpetrators, which is vastly more harmful than non-offending pedophiles existing. it creates a smokescreen for the abusive apparatus that is the nuclear family)

more racism than the average fandom space due to shutting down discussion of race and racism in fandom as "anti shit" (this was initially done to protect a big name ideologue and just continued to happen)

constantly shielding each other (and especially big name ideologues) from rightful criticism, such as when franziska (olderthannetfic) wrote a racist manifesto she still stood behind last i saw

an unmistakable right-wing presence that tries to fly under the radar (just look at the denigration of the term "woke", which is heavily tied to the racist elements of proship spaces. granted, it's probably worse on twitter)

proshippers consistently engaging in harassment, including toward other proshippers, and rarely ever being challenged by their peers (because i guess people think that you can't be engaging in harassment as long as you have the right opinion, the exact same blind spot antis have for each other)

i think it's pretty reasonable that i don't want to be associated with any of these. i've heavily curated my space and limited it to profic folx who are good on at least 2/3 of these, but they are by no means the norm and i still can't filter any of this out entirely. this is why i say (very diplomatically, i think) that proshipping does not represent my priorities.

so, i have a serious question for proshippers. when y'all say "there's either proship or antiship, there's no secret third thing", why do you NEED there to be no third thing. why do you NEED everyone to explicitly agree or disagree with you. why is "my politics may overlap with yours, but i have vastly different priorities not centered around fandom" not enough to avoid being nonconsensually labeled?

i know y'all generally don't like to acknowledge proshipping as political, but it is. "proship = anti-harassment" is incorrect, so let's skip that part, please. that's only one of the primary principles of proshipping, and a sizeable minority of proshippers don't even follow it.

[sleepynegress]

Trying to make a point about good things someone has done who has been AWFUL in other ways, in order to normalize those good things is damn near impossible, nowadays.

Because of this trend to constantly look to pick apart the bad. I just saw a post on twitter that was praising Christopher Reeves and his transformation from Clark to Superman, via his physical acting and this person basically said... "sure, but he was gaslighing lois the whole time." I want to shout from the rooftops that this isn't normal and that the worst people in the world take advantage of this faux moral nit-picking.

[presdestigatto]

just saw someone call charles' career 'common successes' the pole to win ratio agenda is too severe because in no way is 26 poles without a championship winning car common at ALL

every time he wins it's after ten thousand trials and tribulations and his wins this year mean so much more to me than if he had a dominant car. i said it last year and i think so doubly now that he impresses me with every race like he is him and i truly think he is the best.

[thursdaysyme]

I think Itd be funny if Steve accidentally became obsessed with puzzles but won't admit it the same way dads watch shows by standing off to the side. robin has them out and he complains but she finds him 2hrs later still standing doing puzzles and he's like a caught raccoon

[majimasleftasscheek]

So if Kiryu is a kraken, what does that make Nishki?

I got a lil comic to post later on this but I decided on a mako shark 👀 90% because I like makos 10% because they're fast and pointy and give me the sorta vibe I feel whenever I see him engage rude boy mode. idk if that makes sense when I say it but I feel it in my gut

[rook2ii]

Actually, you know what. I take back any judgement I ever had about the shipname "corn yaoi," because I noticed someone else call the same ship "cornstar," and I went to the tag on Tumblr and-

[lewis-winters]

we, as a fandom, are honestly missing out on the absolute hilarity and angst potential of putting kitty grogan on the front line with harry welsh.

can you imagine the bickering?