#idk what this is but here u go

[zarinamcri]

Open : @aurorabaystarter

Where : town square.

"God, this place is like so confusing." With her eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, she scans the various shops around them. "You know how neighborhoods have HOA's and all that?" she continues. "I feel like the storefronts should have something similar. There’s just no reason for Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas decorations to all be up at the same time," she adds, a sour look crossing her face. "It’s like... a whiplash of seasonal depression."

[bullseyelover]

[camrynstlaurent]

WHO: @maevemacnally LOCATION: Scarlet Lounge

"And he had the audacity to say 'what are you doing in front of my building' like he fuckin' owns the place. Putain..." The French curse word slipped out just before she downed the remainder of her drink. "I'd been doing so well not running into him until now, but I guess whatever higher power is out there decided to fuck with me again because they're not entertained enough. Men, am I right?"

[milflewis]

okay give me schumilton after they're on the podium together

ok here’s smth quick and short and soft for you. mwah. hope you enjoy

“You’re not supposed to be here.”

Lewis grins, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and champagne. He’s stretched out on Mick’s couch, thighs open, race suit pulled down to his waist. He looks obscene, all black and silver fireproofs amongst all the red in Mick’s driver room. His mouth is still wet, cheeks flushed and shiny. Mick toes off his race boots, locking the door behind him.

“I can go?” His eyes crinkle at the corners, voice light and easy. Mick loves him like this.

Mick crowds in close, knees either side of Lewis’s hips. He strokes a thumb along a cheek, tracing the balaclava marks there. Lewis tastes of champagne and salt and heat. He opens up instantly under Mick, making a soft sound in the back of his throat.

He’s been hard since at least the podium. Mick nearly tripped over his trophy when he looked to the right and saw him, broad shouldered and steady and feet spread wide. Mick can feel Lewis under him and rocks his hips down to hear him make that sound again.

Lewis groans and then laughs, breathless already. A race, especially one ending in a podium, always did get him going. “I guess that’s a no to me going then, yeah?”

Mick rolls his eyes, ducking in for another kiss. Lewis lets him get away with it for a long moment, tilting his head back so Mick has to press in closer. His smile is almost devastating up this close.

“Smug is not a good look on you.”

Lewis’s smile widens. “Baby, c’mon, you and I both know that’s not true.”

He’s right, unfortunately. Lewis all smug and sure of himself and his place with Mick, because of Mick, is nearly as intoxicating as the race win itself.

“I’m going to suck you off,” Mick says because he can’t just say that, they haven’t even said I love you yet, and that wipes the smug look off of Lewis’s face.

[heyymikki]

WHO: @theodoreknox LOCATION: Mad Dog Brewery

"You said your brother owns this place?" Mikayla asked, glancing around at the interior of the building. The atmosphere wasn't something she expected to like if only because she was so used to a specific kind of aesthetic from most places in New York, but the wooden interior and warm lighting gave it a warm and homey feel that felt comforting. "Are you working here because of that or because you genuinely enjoy working here?"

[ofgravitation-moved]

@ofdetonation​​​ said:  “ you make me feel like i’m worthy. ”  /  to ochako <3

the words don’t sit right with ochako, even if they came from a place in katsuki’s mind that let him believe the meaning behind them. she shifts against him, almost uncertainly. compliments --- she was never good at receiving them, especially when she feels differently. 

“ ... eh? ” comes the response, hazel eyes flicking up to meet his from where she lied on his chest. ochako’s eyes search his briefly, just for a moment before she blows a stream of hot air out of her mouth and shakes her head, curling further against him. “ worthy of what? ” the question’s rhetorical, the gravity hero doesn’t expect much of an answer. but knowing her boyfriend, he’d be sure to give his own opinions, regardless. so, before he can, she just keeps talking. 

“ it’s not like i’m some star of our class. i’m not like... you, todoroki, or deku.. you’re all so very strong and getting stronger every day. ” she snorts, shrugs, and takes a piece of brunette hair between her fingers to play with, concentrating on that rather than the murderous gaze she’s sure she’s about to get, “ unless you consider yourself worthy of having a mochi-loving girlfriend, i’m not sure what else you could be referring too.. ” 

all this talk of feeling worthy, and of all the people in their class he could have given his heart too, he chose.. her. some days, like today, ochako questioned that. what made her so special? why her? surely, there were so many other people he could take an interest in? she was just .. ochako. the girl that slept in too long, got average grades and was.. awkward and unsure. the girl who wants to help: but she struggles to do so, and has to have other people help her.. instead. -- save her. ... when she doesn’ need saving.

there were so many other people that could be here at katsuki’s side. what did he see? ochako wasn’t like deku: the kindest, and sweetest person she’d ever met that would go out of his way for anyone at the expense of his own body. todoroki, who sure-- questioned a lot of things, but was perhaps one of the most skilled fighters she’d ever met! not to mention, his conviction and will. kirishima-- well, he’s everyone’s best friend, isn’t he? especially katsuki’s. his bro, someone he can talk, laugh, and play video games with. not to mention, the rest of their class. all of which, she fell.. behind. picking up the pieces and trying to catch up, figuring out her setbacks, while they continued to push on ahead. would.. she be left behind?

---- where did she fit into katsuki’s puzzle? ochako shifted again, and this time, she pulled away from his arms and left a space between them on the sofa. her gaze was fixated at the tv in front of them. the news was on. there was another report about the league and about.. toga. ochako’s hands balled into fists as she listened to the reporter’s account of yet another murder, and ochako shut her eyes, almost tiredly.  

“ how can i make you feel worthy? how? when i’m still so... ”   weak.  looking at her hands, ochako didn’t realize how much they had begun to shake. when ochako lifts her head again, meeting crimson she swallows hard, exhales heavily, and starts again. “ please just-- don’t say things like that, okay? not now, anyway. ” ochako looks back at the tv, at the picture of toga and her lips fall into a thin line. “ not until i’m able to do something to really prove it to you. ”

[soranker]

98 lovemail doodles >_<

[hinamie]

thank u canon plant nerd megumi for my life

bonus:

[nova-rpv]

a redraw of the first drawing i posted here to celebrate the fact that ive been in tumblr for more than a whole year posting my shit and havent deleted my blog in panic yippee \:D/ (mushy rant in tags)

[trashbaget]

“thank you for choosing highway to hell party buses, this is your lover speaking—please keep all limbs elevated and remember to turn your phone ringer on so you can hear it over the stereo, as we will be blasting acdc for the duration of your ride. our love attendant will make his way down the aisle to provide you with your paperwork, as well as party favors because when we drive—you crazy.”

[bacchuschucklefuck]

prayer of the day:

[bullseyelover]

[enduracarrotchips]

encounter

[lokimobius]

LOKI  S01E05 “Journey into Mystery” S02E05 “Science/Fiction”

[hejee]

morrigan mansplaining elvhen culture while playing as lavellan hits so close to home (ily morrigan but this is not it 😭)

[ofgravitation-moved]

@galaxythixf​​ asked for a starter! ( 💚+ 23 - Neito and Ochako ) --- 2022 spotify wrapped starters: / no longer accepting - #23  - the ballad of mona lisa. by panic! at the disco !

neito is always going on about how she’s some sort of well-known young hero within class 1-A. a ‘golden girl’ of sorts-- but is she, really? in all reality, she was in a low ranking within their class. she was nowhere near on the levels of momo, todoroki, iida, deku, and bakugou.. frowning at the thought, ochako wipes her face and neck with a towel. she’d just done her workout at the gym, and was about to head back to the dorms, when she caught sight of neito eyeing her from the doorway. -- had he been waiting?

curious hazel eyes look up to meet his gaze. she puts on a sweatshirt over her shirt and settles her bag on her shoulder as she makes her way towards him. 

typically, they’d go back and forth about this and that. argue like an old married couple. but today, ochako wasn’t much in the mood. “ what do you want me to do, tell you that you’re right? ” hazel hardens when she turns towards him, stuffing her hands into her pockets. “ because i’ll tell you right now, you’re not. they all run circles around me! i’m not a golden girl, whatever that is supposed to mean, ” she huffs, and avoids neito’s gaze. 

“ i got lucky during our class match ups, you know. you’re more skilled than i am. just drop the whole golden girl thing, okay? it’s not true, neito. ” ochako pauses as she’s about to step out the glass doors. her cheeks darken. had she just used his first name?! 

“ er--- monoma, sorry. ” she rubs the back of her neck with her hand, looking down and then back towards him again after a moment, finally opening the door. “ what’re you doing here, anyway? ”