#i can't believe i forgot about it

[iwanttobepersephone]

I just finished rereading battle of hackham heath and the whole scene when Crowley pushes through the crowd to hug Halt and then they walk away with his arm around his shoulder is quite possibly my favorite cralt scene and I just thought you should know

OMG I FORGOT ABOUT THAT

RUNNING TO MY BOOK RN

You mean this scene?

[lispunk]

I just realized that march WILL kill me: ted lasso season 3, the mandalorian season 3, the two final episodes of the last of us, succession season 4, 911 season 6b and even shingeki no kyojin's final season. I'm still watching shrinking and abbot elementary, how am I fitting all of this shows in 1 MONTH?!

[happyk44]

Just thinking about Todoroki seeing his classmates get together and yearning for something similar but the only person who isn't taken that he mildly likes is a certain spiky blonde who has displayed no physical interest in anyone.

It's easy with everyone else. He's picked up the signs. Blushing faces, stammers, longing glances. Most of it culminates into a mutual courtship but for the most part, some of it fades and wanes into the next crush.

He doesn't really get it.

He wonders if Bakugou doesn't get it either.

Maybe that's why he doesn't turn red unless he's screaming and why he doesn't preen himself like a bird when someone specific comes in the room. He never stammers. He's too confident. He sweats but he always sweats.

The more Todoroki watches him, the more he can tell that Bakugou is pretty. He knows what pretty is - what other people say it is at least - and Bakugou fits.

But it's somewhat more than that, isn't it? It's not just his face, it's his voice. There's a deep melody to it even it's only heard when he's hollering. And he has nice hands. Sure, they're calloused and tough, but always clean, deliberate black fingernail polish on his nails.

He smells good too. Strong. Like caramel.

He's never been one for sweets but Todoroki is always a little tempted to lick him just to see if it is anyway.

And his hair looks stiff but he's grazed it enough times to know how soft it really is. Uraraka is obsessed with Midoriya's curls and, if Todoroki transposes that onto someone else, he understands why. There's this forbidden element in Bakugou's whole stature. Off limits to everyone.

And he's pretty.

And Todoroki likes him in all his screeching brash honesty and aggressive manic grins and sparking popping hands and swears so dirty his sister would plug his mouth with soap

"Take a picture, Icy Hot," he seethes and Todoroki blinks out of his staring. Bakugou stares him down. "It'll last longer."

He cocks his head and then does so. Bakugou's face burns and he swats Todoroki away, snapping at him with no real heat. Todoroki bounces back and leans against the counter again.

Bakugou is always focused when he cooks. Can he blame him for staring?

"We should date."

Bakugou's hand goes so white around his spoon, for a moment Todoroki is certain he's going to snap the wood in half. "Hah?"

Todoroki pockets his phone. "Everyone else is dating."

Bakugou rolls his eyes. "So, what? You're a fucking sheep now, Two-tone?"

"No." With his eyes, he traces the outline of Bakugou's arm - the way his muscles twitch under his skin.

"You sure fucking sound like it," Bakugou mutters. "Everyone else is dating so we should. Ha!" He snorts - an ugly sound if it were on anyone else. "As if."

"Do you not like boys?"

Bakugou waps at him with the spoon again. Todoroki flees to the other side of the kitchen, spicy red sauce stinging his wrist. He licks it off his skin and resists the urge to hiss. It's really hot.

Bakugou watches him with a careful eye before turning back to his food. "Who I do and don't like is none of your business, Weak Tongue."

That's a new one. Todoroki chews on the edge of his tongue to regain any sensation that has now been dulled before answering.

"You like me."

Bakugou looks a second from blowing off his head. A usual reaction when Todoroki says they're friends. It's been a year of it though and his reactions have toned down.

He doesn't scream denials anymore.

That should count for something.

"I tolerate you," Bakugou snaps back. "I tolerate all of you."

Well, that's not true. He's not the opposite of who he used to be but he's changed. He doesn't growl during rescue training as much as he used to. He teams up with the others effortlessly - even if he still grumbles and shouts at them. And, although testy about it, he does let others take the lead when needed. Infrequently and only a couple people - Midoriya, Iida, and Momo.

Everyone else is usually relegated to "convince me and maybe I'll listen" but even then, it's more than what it was.

He stretches his sleep schedule on weekends to hang out with the class and his own little group. He helps with studies.

He even cooks when asked - although it does take a little praise to convince him but it's very rarely a lie when it's done.

"You like me," Todoroki corrects and he ducks when Bakugou aims a small burst at his head.

The smell of burnt hair singes above him but he pats his head and feels nothing on fire and so counts himself lucky. He took out the entire top of Kirishima's hair once. Although he looked quite nice when Mina evened it all out. And it seemed the connection over hairstyling is what brought them together in the first place.

"Say it again," Bakugou hisses, "and next time I won't miss."

He's still prickly about friendship but if Todoroki cared about that, he wouldn't be doing this.

"We should date," he repeats, taking a tentative step forward.

Midoriya's self-sacrificing tendencies must be rubbing off on him.

"I don't date extras," Bakugou says.

Todoroki pauses. "How do I stop being an extra then?"

There's a pinched look to Bakugou's face that screams "don't kill him, don't kill him, don't kill him" and it's presence makes him warm.

Something to work through later but for now he settles into that feeling and steps closer and closer until he's pressed into Bakugou's personal space.

Bakugou cuts his eyes at him. "Back up." Todoroki does. By an inch or so and Bakugou seethes. "Annoying," he mutters.

But he doesn't tell Todoroki to back off anymore. So he hovers.

The silence isn't palpable but it is tense. It cuts around Todoroki's throat like a noose, attached visibly to the flexing fist at Bakugou's side.

Bakugou stirs his sauce without word and Todoroki hovers nearby. His heart beats with every thump of the spoon against the pan. It's a near quiet sound but in the silence it feels all too audible.

Maybe this wasn't his smartest thought.

"Why do you want to date anyway?" Bakugou says at last. "Because, as is fucking obvious, if I did date, I wouldn't date a fucking sheep."

"I'm not a sheep," Todoroki mutters. He wrings his wrist. "Everyone else just seems so happy."

"So? You need to do what everyone else is doing?" Bakugou smacks him, a short shot from the back of his hand up against his chin. His head knocks back but Bakugou keeps going. "That's a sheep."

"I think it would be nice to see why."

Bakugou snorts as he turns off the heat. The sauce is bubbling and he gives it a final stir before spooning it into a still hot bowl of rice. "Get a fucking clue and maybe I'll think about it."

He drags over the other bowls he'd laid out for his so-called squad and spoons the rest of the sauce into them. "And ask me better next time, idiot." He cuts his eyes at him, a ferocity in them that sends a chill down Todoroki's spine. "I don't take to demands."

"It was more of a suggestion."

"Do I look like I give a shit?"

He did not.

Todoroki shifts. "No," he says. "That's what I like about you." Bakugou pauses, his shoulders tensing. "You don't care about things like that. It's weirdly calming."

Bakugou snorts. "You sound like my old man." His eyes cut him again. "I'm not gonna date my old man, Icy Hot."

"I wouldn't want you to." Todoroki reaches up, grabs a box of rice crackers out of the cabinet and holds it to his chest with both hands. "Enjoy your dinner, Bakugou."

He's halfway out of the kitchen when a fork smacks him in the back of the head. "Oi, dumbass."

Bakugou points at one of the bowls. "You can't live on rice crackers alone, idiot."

He brushes past Todoroki with a rough push, his free hand hot against Todoroki's skin. Their fingers just barely glide across each other. Todoroki stills, catching Bakugou's eyes as he grins, all teeth bared. Then Bakugou turns and shouts out into the living room for his "incapable extras" to go feed themselves.

Todoroki is gone before they can even notice he grabbed a bowl for himself.

[dykeofmisfortune]

i LOVE IT WHEN REDEEMABLE CHARACTERS RELAPSE INTO THEIR OLD WAYS!!! WHEN THEY GO BACK TO THE DARK SIDE!!! TO THE FEIGNED COMFORT OF WHEN THINGS FELT GOOD!! BUT THEY LEARNED SO MANY THINGS ABOUT THEMSELVES THAT THE OLD PLACE DOESN'T TRULY FEEL AT HOME EITHER, BUT IT'S THE ONLY PLACE TO RUN TO!!!! HELLLL YEAH

[gayspacemonk]

y'all remember when chainsaw man said "capitalism and abuse makes people so lonely and isolated that they risk their own integrity and well being just to have an normal life and be loved" and now it's saying "to meet someone who understands you and you relate to is disturbing and disgusting and so annoying but now you'll never be alone again and you would give everything to keep them" yea that fucks me up a little

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[drrav3nb]

CARMY & SYDNEY | SEASON TWO + touch

[xofemeraldstars]

9-1-1 -> 7x10 ❝ all fall down ❞ — requested by anon

[emily-e-draws]

bedtime stories (a mathematics textbook)

[zeynyukine3011]

You cannot, in any way, tell me they are not soulmates.

Jondami is the definition of "I love you in every universe."

Like look at them, they are with each other in every shape and form.

[egophiliac]

at this point I'm not going to finish this, but I need everyone to know that I don't CARE that it was Kamejim, this scene has been replaying itself in my brain for the past week --

[darklight-owl]

"Mom, why did you give birth to me?" "To survive." how did this exchange come out of a shonen anime. The shonen genre is known for being sexist as Hell how does this one just Get It.

[skrunksthatwunk]

thinking about how eiji's a pole vaulter and how ash talks about eiji "flying" and how eiji's associated with bird imagery and how eiji's free (unlike ash) and how eiji comes in on a plane and leaves on a plane and how ash cannot fly, ash cannot be free, how nyc is ash's prison, and how ash is the leopard who dies climbing the mountain, unable to live at such elevation, how he was trying to reach the sky and be free but was always stuck to the earth, how he chose to die instead of climbing back down, how he chose to die where he could see the sky and hope and freedom almost like a bird with eiji's letter right in front of him rather than letting everything go wrong and ruin it once again, how eiji's a failed pole vaulter anyway, how a bad fall ruined his career and grounded him (physically and emotionally), how it took flying to america and meeting ash and needing to save him and skip for him to try flying again, how he landed hard and harsh and still the thought of that escape compelled ash to protect eiji at all costs because if he could fly that means something to him, even if he doesn't think he can fly, how eiji is the manifestation of his hope and how when he breaks and asks eiji to stay with him a while he folds himself over his legs and weighs him down and traps him and grounds him, how ash fights like hell to keep eiji alive not because he thinks he can be like him (hopeful, flying, innocent), but because he makes him forget the gravity of his situation, and so he can see eiji fly again. how he wants to see him escape. how eiji is a bird and ash is a wildcat and how ash never once saw eiji as prey. how eiji never saw ash as a predator. how it is eiji's naivete that first endears ash to him, how it is his freedom and flight and removal from darkness and his ability to leave that darkness that really roots eiji in ash's blood as something essential to him keeping on living in this hell of nyc. how it is that distance from the violence and that hope for the future that ash chooses to surround himself in as he dies. how ash dies in a dream because he feels more than anything that he can't fly like eiji, that he can never leave. how his violence is a part of him and will be forever, how it weighs him down. how he wants to enjoy the view from the mountainside rather than looking up from the ground below. as if they can both fly. as if he is with him up there and not grounded. eye-to-eye with what he can't have, seeing eiji's homeland: the sky. how he dies trying to reach the top because he couldn't take retreating and trying again. how ash, tired and tired and tired and convinced it will go on forever if he crawls back down the mountain, chooses to close his life deluged in eiji, in eiji's insistence that they can fly together, in eiji's hope for him and for them, in eiji's beautiful dream. how ash dies without trying to realize that dream. how ash, in dying, destroys it.

[sisaloofafump]

Stephanie and Jason in makeshift disguises (they forgot their masks) (still remembered their guns tho) (and their matching hoodie vests)

Bonus:

[i-lavabean]

I planned on it being angsty but my heart said no

[citizenerased77]

I FORGOT IT WAS YESTERDAY SO I'M CELEBRATING TODAY

most of these photos are by JAR but a few of them are just random screenshots in my camera roll

ANYWAYS HAPPY BELATED WOTP DAY

oh god, I got so caught up in Oasis reunion mania that I nearly forgot: happy WOTP day, how the fuck has it been two years already??

26 August 2022