#he's still shitty tho

[eve-akemi]

I just had a brainrot idea Fuyumi backstory angst, but I can't draw it yet, until I finish the sketches of another au.

But please hear me out.

(TW: Abusive/manipluative Rei, Endeavor.., unhealthy coping mechanisms)

Fuyumi has a bit of an identity crisis when Touya is gone. If he's just dead, then all the pain everyone around him trying to help, or being affected by his pain (her, natsu, mom, probably shoto too) was for nothing. All the pain and trouble he went through. Was for nothing. So she tries to apply for UA herself, so that in a way, it was like he is still going there himself (possibly twinning older siblings au).

And everything goes flawlessly! She should have passed. And after she doesn't get accepted in, she can't.. accept it. So she goes to ask a teacher or something why she didn't get accepted. And they tell her one of her parents was just concerned for her safety.

Of course her father would do such a thing- because only Shoto is worthy of being a hero. Eneraged, confused, and heartbroken, she says nothing. For three months into the new schoolyear, she barely even looks at him, until he finally pulls her aside and won't let her leave the room until he gets it out of her what's been bothering her. And she snaps.

Screaming and crying at him about the whole situation, but start to finish, Endeavor is just as confused as when he pulled her in the room, if not even more lost. Until it finally dawns on her that he really doesn't know what she's talking about. And didn't even know she applied.

But her mother did.

And that just hurts so much more. Because she didn't even have the gall to say it to her face. Once. She's about to leave, and she's stopped again, because Endeavor wants answers now.

Why she really applied, what she was hoping for, if she even wants to be a hero.. she owes at least this to him, for giving him shit over something he had no prior knowledge of. And when she's finished, he finally tells her that he doesn't care if she wants to go, or not. She's proved herself more than capable, and he shouldn't stop her regardless of how he feels (yes, this is guilt over Touya because he couldn't save him, yadda yadda). But if she does go. He wants her to go as herself, and not her older brother. And suggest doing a little more soul searching before making a decision right away.

Fuyumi doesn't end up going to UA anyway, and she doesn't tell either of her brothers about this. Natsu is really attached to mom, even though he can't see her as often, and Shoto feels guilty, but she knows he really loves her still too.

But even though she doesn't really like Endeavor, and sometimes gets scared of him, she's starting to respect him. It doesn't make up for her having call his agency for help dragging him inside at night when he's drunk, doesn't make up for the times he's snapped and yelled at Natsu over small things, or the times he's completely demonlished sections of the house he's usually in in the middle of night. It's better than nothing. And she'll take it.

[romatito]

oh hey its the three banes of austria's existence. that im still trying to find designs i like for >.>;;

[prettyupsetnerd]

[gothghostiie]

more babysitter!reader x price because yea. sort of part 2 to this, but can be read on its own

cw: age gap (20s/40s), Virgin!reader, handjob (reader giving), price is drunk, gn!reader

babysitter!reader being asked to babysit by price on halloween, telling them its okay if they cant because they have plans for halloween, plans to go out and party. but you tell him its okay, you don't have plans. his heart clenches because a young thing like you should be out partying, enjoying your life, not babysitting. but instead you're there now, and he's getting ready to go out instead. not wearing a proper costume, just a black button up with the top buttons open, some black jeans, little red devil horns and eyeliner that he bought on a whim and that he poked his eye with more than once. he gets down the stairs to see you coo at his infant, who's laughing and kicking it's feet, especially upon seeing their dada with the little plastic horns. price chuckles and picks them up, cradling the chubby baby in his burly, hairy arms, tickling the little thighs and making it giggle. both of you smile fondly, almost as if it's your baby; and for a moment you wish it was when he winks at you.

you take the little one back, sitting it on your hip as price grabs his keys, walking him to the door. he turns back and leans down, putting a hand on your arm while kissing the baby's head. "now be good.. both of ya." he jokes, making your cheeks warm while you chuckle. he tells you one last time to make yourself at home, to call him if you need something and to not break any doors this time. your cheeks burn as you nod with an awkward chuckle, he grins and gets into a car thats apparently waiting for him, waving at both of you as they drive off. now you're sat there, playing with the baby until it's bed time, the little one is just delighted to have you around, even when you put it down in it's crib and turn on the little music box. now you're there, sat on the couch and flipping through TV channels to see if something good is on, loads of horror movies and the like. you know it's yhe watered down version, considering the time it's running, but you decide to settle for one of them. you're on your phone meanwhile, checking on the baby every now and then, watching movie after movie until you hear the familiar jingle of keys in the door. you sit up and glance around the corner where price stumbles into the room seconds later, his steps heavy and his appearance a bit messy. he blinks at the TV, then at you, his lips turning up into a grin. "there you are.." he coos, stumbling towards the couch and slumping down on it with a deep grown, his hand landing in your lap with how close he dropped down. you can smell the booze and sweat on him immediately, mixed with his perfume and his natural musky scent, it almost makes you wanna lean in and nuzzle him.

he takes a momemt before looking over at you with a satisfied grin forming on his lips, his calloused hand coming down on top of your head to pat you as if you were a dog. "you're such a gorgeous little bird, aren't you?" he hums lowly, almost making you gasp. your eyes widen a bit as your cheeks start burning, he just chuckles quietly, eyeing you over. hes had his eye on you the last time already, the image of you looking up at him with teary eyes burned into his mind, doing things it shouldn't be doing. he leans in a little closer, his breathing heavy while his hand cradles the back of your head. "you've been good like I told you, yea?" he teases quietly, your cheeks somehow get even hotter as you nod. "have ya now?' he chuckles, giving your cheek a firm pat as he leans his head back with a chuckle. the little plastic horns are loosely in his locks, the eyeliner is smudged and you're pretty sure that more buttons on his shirt are open, his strong, hairy chest peeking out between the fabric. the only thing that stops you from staring is his small groan as he stretches again, face scrunching up. you ask him if hes alright, he chuckles softly. "just my old bones aching, love." he murmurs, then suddenly eyes you over. "say.. y'don't happen to wanna help an old man relax a bit, do ya?" he says quietly, his tone suddenly feeling much more intimate.

"i- I'm sorry..?" is all you can muster, your thighs subconsciously squeezing together as your head runs wild. surely you misunderstood him you think, there's no way he wants what you hope think he wants.

"y'know what I mean love.. lend me a hand or something more." he hums, eyeing your form next to him, his pants already getting tighter at the mere sight of you. "I ain't gonna make you and I ain't gonna be mad if you don't want to, bird." he reassures you gently, he truly means it. you hesitate, your breath getting stuck in your throat along with all the words you want to say to him, all you can do is nod after a few seconds of silence. a smile crosses his face, a big hand goes to cup your cheek. "that's a good doll.. c'mere." he pats the side of his thigh, you scoot closer until you can't. he gazes at you through lidded eyes, it's scary how he can see your nervousness even when he's like this. " 's alright love. nothing' to be nervous about." he says gently, his hand patting your head.

"you ever done this?" he asks, seeing right through you. fuck. you shake your head softly, he raises his eyebrows in surprise before smiling. "that's alright. I'll help ya." a bit clumsily he opens his belt and his pants, bulge pressing against the fabric of the boxers he's wearing. "gimme your hand.." he orders gently and you do, letting him put it on the taut fabric. "there. get a feel for it, pet." he murmurs, having to hold back from cummin on the spot as you carefully let your fingertips explore. he can sense your intrigue along with the insecurity and it almost breaks his heart. he slowly pulls down the band of his underwear, giving you time to intervene if you wanted, before his cock springs free. its a bit above average and fat, a few veins running from the base to the weeping tip. your eyes widen and he chuckles, taking your trembling hand and wrapping it around his hard cock. "there y'go.. now just move up and down, yea?" he explains, you almost wanna huff that you know what you have to do - but that's forgotten as the first deep groan rumbles in his chest as your fingers graze his tip. the sound is addictive, you have to restrain yourself from making a mess in your own underwear as you keep moving your hand. his moans make you secure, giving you the feeling you're not doing it entirely wrong, his body twitching under your touch. breathy moans fall from his chapped lips, head is lolled back against the couch while his hands desperate try not to grab you; and it gets harder the closer he gets.

it doesn't take long before he gets close, whether its the alcohol or that he'd been build up for a good while now, his hips stuttering slightly. his eyes are shut tightly when he suddenly grabs your arm, holding you tight while trying to keep breathing without pathetic noises spilling from his mouth. "so good, bird.. don't stop.. 'm almost there.." he mutters mere seconds before pretty much exploding, his tight balls aching in relief as his cum stains your hand and his shirt. you gasp in shock, your movements stuttering and it makes him smile, he chuckles at how adorable you look when as you give him a shocked look. "good job love, y'did well." he hums, his grip loosening and instead going to rub your back.

"you're gonna sleep here tonight, alright bird?"

[lotus-pear]

regret

[nenoname]

i need to see people talk about the bill+stan dynamic so bad....

bill and his endless loathing for stan, the fact that stan beat him with a trick that they used as a kid and bill seeing all the traits he hates most about himself reflected in stan

stan being able to read bill like a book and encouraging ford to forget about that creep, while part of him is still stuck thinking about bill and realising the extent bill hurt his family back when he was completely oblivious to him

the contrast of bill being offered the chance at redemption for destroying his world but refusing it, while it's been stated that stan knowingly risked the destruction of the world all for the chance of being redeemed

and that poem.....

[rassicas]

I'm not counting a player character that you made and never thought about further. i mean like. It can be your player character but at least one that has a name (or you intend to name) and some semblance of a story that you've thought about. bonus points if you've been continuously using this character for several years

[rainydayrina]

Shi WuDu and the Black Water Arc ARE the embodiment of the trolley problem.

If he pulled the lever one way, a stranger and his family dies, if he does nothing, his brother dies. He's responsible for death either way. Act or don't, somebody will die,

Overall, he's not the villain *in the fate changing incident specifically* all he did was pull the lever to switch the track. Sure, he "became the villain" POV wise but the real villain, the broken trolley, was Reverend of empty words.

Using a manipulation and fallacy tactic

"if A doesn't do _____, then I will do *specific harm* to B"

The blame then gets pinned on someone who wasn't ever responsible for the situation and the real criminal gets off without consequence.

Yes, SWD's actions got people klled but all he did was pull a lever, the RoEW trolley did the klling.

[meganechan05]

KingOh What-If:

Grodie was (somehow) Rita's biological father. (Episode 38 Edition)

After reclaiming Gokkan:

Note: Rita did not know Grodie was their bio dad until a week before his debut nor did their bio mom. Dugded kept insisting on them to call Grodie "Papa" or "Daddy" after the reveal but Rita would rather eat rusty nails than do that. They only did so for undercover work and Himeno had to bring them a fck ton of cake bc the sweetness could offset the disgusting aftertaste.

[faunandfloraas]

"Seungmin would be SO hot if he got muscle like, can you imagine?" You would be hotter if you shut your mouth but we can't always get what we want so <3

[blufox234isadumbname]

also bnuy qmariana also while i wait for queue

[lord-squiggletits]

Part of why I hate this fandom's take on Autobots vs Decepticons is ppl (mainly 'con fans honestly) who can't have any nuance of the situation whatsoever and love to write plots like "oh the humans are racist and abusive towards Cybertronians so this is how Megatron is right" no actually I don't think colonialism/imperialism and racism are justified so long as you can point the finger and say "they were the aggressors first" or "their hands are no cleaner than ours bc their society sucks too" sorry. Please come up with better sociopolitical narratives in your war story.

[1phakephan]

🗣️🗣️ pov dan and phil base their pizza selection in part 2 of their iconic mukbang video on their hatred for the detroit pizza company that almost ruined your life

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

Fair warning for if you take Butch on a date to the movies—man does not know movie etiquette and will talk the entire time, effectively pissing off everyone in the theatre.

[lloydfrontera]

people in the comments of ep 4 thinking asterion is actually a softie and just has resting bitch face. lol. lmao even. this man is so far from being a softie hard ass doesn't even begin to cover it. this man raised two sons emotionally fucked up in completely different ways. this man created the family equivalent of a nuclear waste zone. and he didn't even mean to! imagine that! he's so bad at being a parent he managed to destroy his sons' sense of self-worth by complete accident!

he actively works against being a softie do not denigrate his effort like this!!

[autistic-katara]

“you did the mature thing, you did the mature thing, you did the mature thing,” i repeat to myself after blocking someone to quell the urges to unblock and yell at them for being a fucking idiot