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[fieriframes]

[Inconformity.]

[thefixedone]

¿Cuándo ser decente, ponerle límite al licor y no decir groserías o tratar de mk a todo el mundo, dejó de ser algo bueno incluso para el ambiente laboral? ¿Por qué ahora resulta que ser así te hace un aguafiestas aburrido?

¿Desde cuándo se volvió tan confuso decidir si es peor ser el bufón toma trago que pasa pena por el chiste o ser el que no genera confianza y es cero divertido por no tomar o tratar como “amigos” a los demás?

Para mí ser amigo o tener confianza implica más que decirle guev*n a la gente o aceptar todos los tragos…siento que estoy en el lugar equivocado pero no entiendo por qué soy yo la que se siente mal.

-tfo

[17020]

gn reader, reader is older than 18, younger than aizawa. suggestive.

having shota aizawa as your situationship (?) when you're coworkers is... weird. at first, at least. he feels weird not because you're a tad younger, but because he finds himself doing irrational things for you every day.

because why on god's beautiful earth is he sneaking around the teacher dorms just to get to your room in the wee hours of the night? the upturned corners of his lips have him pondering too—why he has the tiniest smile on his face whenever your surname pops up on his notifications, the world does not know.

your coworkers notice the change in behavior, yet nobody says anything directly to your face. probably because aizawa's almost never touches anyone yet his body is found gravitating towards yours, his fingers grazing yours when he and you exchange papers to grade, or his leg tangling itself with yours during teacher conferences.

but when there's no one else around? he can feel himself loosen up a bit, his hand cradling your jaw and caressing it oh-so softly with the excuse of there being a strand of hair in the way. or when he asks you, his teaching assistant, to dinner—to discuss the upcoming training for class 1-a, of course. or when he knows you've had a hard day and he's suddenly pushing your head into his chest, grumbling about how you need to let it all out in order to focus on other things later on. when the two of you are alone, he sighs whenever you address him, only two words daring to escape his lips.

"it's shota."

and sure, he pushes his feelings aside at first. because it's not rational to have feelings for his coworker. his conventionally young, hot and very smart coworker. the coworker who looks out for him more than any of his other coworkers do, the one who his class has basically accepted as their confidant, tutor, and loving parent.

aizawa feels ridiculous whenever you pop in his mind. because deep down he knows he's throwing all logic away whenever he's with you. the rule to never date a coworker goes in one ear and out the other when the war settles in. it's now or never, right? what if he doesn't get to live another day, what if you don't?

perhaps it's the fact that it's his birthday that has him overthinking. that must be it.

the thought to put a label on what you have never crosses his mind. it's his old man brain kicking in. he doesn't see a rush to label anything. he's yours, and you're his. what's the problem? does the whole world need to know your business?

unfortunately, they do. because his attraction for you goes unnoticed by the ones who aren't on inside his bubble. including ms. joke, who has your eye twitching from jealousy as her mouth seems to move in slow motion as she asks for his hand in marriage for what seems like the fifth time today.

and your mind runs. it goes on and on, you start feeling dizzy. it's not until later in the night when the homemade birthday cupcake with the candle is long forgotten in his nighstand, his hands desperately gripping your thighs as your hips roll against his. you sigh as your swollen lips part from his, gaze fixated on his lap as you try to avoid his eyes.

when he asks what's wrong, you simply shrug. "i know it's not my business since we're not exclusive, but what's the deal with you and joke?" aizawa can tell there's inconformity in your voice as his eyebrows furrow.

"we're not?"

shota aizawa is an idiot. an old, stupid idiot. is this the generational gap at work? you looked at him bewildered, "well, you never said anything about it, so i figured..."

his grip on you tightens. "who else are you seeing, y/n?"

you giggle as you shake your head. "no one else, you big goof. just you." it's during this moment when he feels like he can breathe again. he recomposes himself before replying, "joke likes to run her mouth. doesn't mean i'll concede her every word."

you smile before pressing a quick, sweet kiss to his lips. "do you want to be exclusive, shota? or perhaps are you building your own avengers roster?"

"see, when you put it like that..."

you gasp, playfully slapping his arm. his low, borderline sexy chuckle sends shivers down your spine as he raises his hand to cradle your jaw. "kidding. don't tire your pretty brain for things like that. tell you what, i don't pay any mind to joke—or anyone—because they're not you."

your whole body heats up from his statement. you stare at him in awe as he continues, "you're making me live a life i never lived in my youth."

smiling, you feel your eyes flutter close as your head unconsciously leans towards his chest. he's quick to get you off his lap and tuck you into his bed with him. how in the hell can you get sleepy in the middle of a—

"shota, i can still go on" you whine, a yawn betraying your plea. he shakes his head as his hands fiddle with the rubber band on his hair to let it loose. after switching off the lamp on his nightstand, he turns to you. "i'm a grown man, y/n. your needs come first, and you need sleep."

you smile at him as he lays down at your side, pulling the blanket to cover you both, leaving only your heads to be seen. "happy birthday, shota" you whisper, to which he smiles.

"i l... appreciate you, y/n. very much."

he's not revealing he's utterly lovesick. not anytime soon.

taglist (open): @stunies @hayatoseyepatch @okkotsushi @maruflix @nyxypoo

i'll add a banner later on maybe i'm too lazy. happy early birthday to aizawa sorry if he's ooc. first bnha work in like 4 years. not proofread i'm gonna hit the hay like aizawa and y/n.

[cowlings]

may I request miss🙋🏻‍♀️ some high nsfw katsuki

warnings for nsfw, p star! katsuki, no quirk college au, consumption of weed n alc, masturbation, fem! reader, it’s a cliffhanger i’m sorry i don’t have the brain rn

katsuki bakugo would become a porn star entirely on accident.

the topic would surge from time to time in his friend group, mostly as a joke. because "gosh, bakugo! you have the body of a porn star! you sure you're not on some secret account we don't know about?" and it really got to him. what does a porn star body look like, anyway? it's a mystery to him, as he pulls out his phone on incognito and...

he's in disbelief. he's actually looking up porn. never in his life would katsuki bakugo ever think of doing so. katsuki feels like he'd be less guilty if he's not sober whatsoever, so he's searching multiple accounts on his twitter throwaway with one hand as the other holds a small joint. it's not long before his eyes are completely red, pants and boxers slid down to his ankles, and videos recommended by kaminari going on auto-play.

but he's not satisfied, not one bit. he stopped caring for physique videos ago, he's now entertained by the poor technique. with blurry vision, he reads the replies and quote tweets, expressing their inconformities. comments like "god, her moans sound so fake", or "can't he stroke it slowly? i want it to last" make his mind run. katsuki bakugo was lost in the world of constructive criticism, while his ego began to chew at him.

he can do better than those stupid extras, right?

of fucking course. he's katsuki bakugo. but he's not gonna fucking do it. nope. never.

katsuki bakugo is a lightweight. he feels like he's sitting on the moon instead of his couch as he's gulping down some cheap rum his friends bought the week prior. and soon enough, his camera app is open, cock fully on display, and he's stroking it for a few good minutes. and the camera catches everything—how his cock twitches every time his strokes get slower, how the tip was reddish and filled with precum from the very beginning, his heavenly moans, his white-knuckled grip, and how his knees shake as he comes undone and stains his red, velvet couch.

and he has the video on twitter as a draft, half written caption and all. katsuki needs to visualize how it would look like if he posted. until he does. his finger slips, and the video and half caption are posted. at first, katsuki is mortified and doesn’t know what to do, until he sees a person liking and commenting. he decides to leave it up until he sobers up.

twelve hours and a huge hangover later, user 00179359027728kb is a twitter porn sensation.

thousands of users express their love for him, asking and demanding for more videos, as well as wishing to be his partner in crime. when katsuki realizes he can monetize this, he suddenly has dollar signs for eyes. a few videos later and katsuki bakugo is famous.

so famous, in fact, that one of your friends is in love with him, despite only seeing the lower half of his face. she raves about him to you on the daily, and as a result you find yourself creating a throwaway to watch his videos, and damn—katsuki is fucking sensational. he’s an icon, and you wish he were in your bed right then and there.

but he’s quickly discarded by your own brain as you get ready for an outing. it’s a nice, weekend night, and your friends are ready to go clubbing. once you get there it’s… okay, you suppose. dim lighting, people stuffed like sardines in a can, and the occasional couple eating their faces in the corner. you know the many cocktails you had are catching up to you once you accidentally bump into a person, and as you turn to apologize, you’re stunned.

“y’should watch where you’re going.”

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t see y—wait—are you that kb guy from twitter?”

he’s like a deer in headlights. “…that depends. who’s askin’”

“name’s y/n” you giggle, “i know you cause i have a friend who’s nuts for you.”

you officially pique katsuki‘s interest. his eyebrow rises as he smirks, “oh, is she?” he tilts his head to the side, “what about you, sweets? you watch me too?”

shyly, you nod. his smirk gets bigger as he steps closer, “she here? i don’t really do pictures, though.”

“do you do videos?”

liquid courage. it would cost you a lot to even say that sober, and you blame your drunken state for your boldness. katsuki bakugo has that fiery look in his eye as he laughs. “sure i do, sweets. you wanna be the first model for my page or is it just to spite yer friend?”

first?

only model is your goal. you’re determined to make that happen.

“bathroom? in 5?”

“ya got it, captain.”

[fragmentosadolescentes]

No lo obligues a nada, no lo presiones para que te otorgue un lugar en su vida, no le pidas que sea detallista, no le recuerdes como era antes de ser tu pareja.

No le mendigues caricias ni besos, o que te tome la mano, no hagas que te dé explicaciones cuando algo te tiene inconforme, no le exijas que conteste tus mensajes con el mismo amor que tú, no le pidas ni cinco minutos más de su tiempo, no le pidas que te de la misma atención que tu le das.

No le insinúes cuánto deseas que te sorprenda con un detalle, no le muestres que te duele su falta de atención.

No le digas como quisieras que te trate, que te entristece cuando deja de hablarte, cuando es indiferente o desaparece, cuando no te contesta el teléfono, cuando no es caballeroso, cuando no acepta sus errores, no le digas que estás celosa, no le pidas ser parte de sus prioridades, no le pidas que te lleve con su familia, no le pidas estar en su círculo social, no le pidas jamás que te dé tu lugar, no le pidas un abrazo, y menos le hagas saber que te hace falta y que lo extrañas demasiado, no le digas cuánto deseas estar con él, no le pidas tardes, noches, fines de semana ni días especiales, no importa si es cumpleaños, boda o año nuevo.

No te mueras por escucharlo decirte: Te quiero o te extraño.

Sabes por qué ???

- Porque quién te quiere sinceramente no necesitara que le digas nada, ni que le pidas alguna cosa, ni que le recuerdes las fechas especiales, ni que te dé la importancia que mereces, es más, ni siquiera los buenos días.

El hombre correcto, el hombre que es para ti, tu compañero en la línea de tu tiempo y de tu vida, el elegido entre el universo, el que sea exclusivo para ti, el que el destino te deparó desde tiempo indefinido, hará todo eso y más por verte y hacerte feliz si en verdad siente por ti algo real, único y genuino... nunca, pero nunca jamás, hará que te humilles y pises tu dignidad esperando un:

-Como estas?

-Te extraño

-Te quiero

-He pensado mucho en ti

- Puedo verte ???

-Como te fue en tu día?

-Ya comiste?

Pura maldad ❄️

[eun-wang]

.... hice una nueva versión de este dibujo porque verlo junto a lo otros tres me tenía un tanto inconforme.... aún así me gusta la primera versión que hice...

Entre uno y otro hay una diferencia de mes y medio, así que bueno.....

Espero les guste...

Termineee... Leo es mi tortuga Favorita, pero no puedo dejar de dibujar a Donatello. Autsilioo....

[caostalgia]

¿Cuándo volví a caer? ¿Cuándo me convertí en una persona inconforme? ¿Cuándo se volvieron grises mis días? Y... ¿por qué no lo noté?

Hay un montón de borrones en mi mente y no consigo encontrar la salida.

— flores in caelum

[mariadelrefugioquintana]

No es que unos tengan mejor vida que otros y tampoco se trata de suerte... Simplemente son personas que aprendieron a fijarse en los que los sana y no en lo que los destruye.

Para poder lograrlo debemos permitirnos

ver las dos alternativas que tenemos en nuestra vida porque siempre existirán 2 maneras de vivir.

Tú tienes la elección:

- Podemos ser de los que esperan que las cosas pasen, o podemos hacer que las cosas pasen.

- Podemos actuar de manera inconforme con nuestra vida, o podemos empezar a identificar cual es la situación que necesita ser transformada.

- Podemos ser de los que viven forzando el amor o soltar y dejar que el amor fluya naturalmente.

- Podemos ser de los que creen necesitar a alguien para ser feliz o empezar a entender que la única persona que por siempre va a estar a tu lado eres TÚ MISMO.

- Podemos ser de los que se conforman con “lo que les tocó” o podemos empezar a ser los agentes transformadores y creadores de nuestras circunstancias y por ende de nuestro destino.

- Podemos ser de los que necesiten la aprobación o el juicio de los demás o podemos empezar a escuchar nuestra voz interior y CONFIAR en nuestro instinto.

- Podemos ser esclavos de nuestros malas emociones (dolor, tristeza, rencor, odio) o podemos ser de los que se permiten sentirlas sólo por un tiempo y luego decidir seguir adelante y sanar.

Que sea un día para entender que TÚ y nadie más que TÚ eres quien elige cada una de las situaciones y sobre todo tu manera de reaccionar a cada una de ellas.

Todo puede cambiar si tu te lo permites.

[eddy25960]

"La infancia es el primer manicomio que los seres humanos conocen. Imagínese —pero en serio— un sitio en el que los demás, los adultos, cualesquiera que sean, siempre tengan la razón y uno jamás: eso es la infancia, el hospital en el que uno siempre se equivoca y todos los demás son infalibles. Uno aprende en la infancia no la racionalidad, sino la loca ambigüedad, el que cada cosa significa, a la vez, lo uno y lo otro y que nada, absolutamente nada, es unívoco".

"Filosofía para inconformes", Óscar de la Borbolla

📷Joan Colom

[sindulgence666]

Tales of a mexican MC

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I… kinda just want not to think about all the inconformity everywhere with the Nightbringer and original OM! Changes. So I'll just pretend nothing's happening (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

Warnings: none

Characters: Diavolo and Barbatos

Category: Imagine (thank you whoretaglia!)

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Barbatos: There was once an occasion where the young master's father was involved in a duel with an adult human…

Diavolo: oh, yes! My father told me the human was armed only with a machete

Diavolo:

Diavolo: somehow, the human won

MC: that sounds oddly familiar…

[blogdeunamujer]

Conociendo nuevas cosas y personas `

Es increíble como la vida da tantas vueltas, en el tema de conocer nuevas cosas, nuevas culturas, comida, paisajes, etc, quedas increíblemente enamorado mas de la vida, de lo hermosa que es, y lo poco que llegamos a aprovecharla, nos quejamos por todo y por nada, somos inconformes pero te diré una cosa, con solo respirar ya tienes todo, así que aprovecha esa energía y ayuda al mundo o ayudante a ti mismo, pero trata de hacer algo diferente, no te quedes con lo mismo, no seas conformista! y aprovecha este mundo tan hermoso y aventúrate en el.

Por el lado de las personas, siento que es mas complejo, entonces lo dire por mi parte y mi experiencia. Al querer integrarte en un circulo social, o lo que sea, siempre pensaras en que diran o como son ellos, si encajaras o no, si les gusta las mismas cosas o no, infinidades de cosas se te pasan por tu mente, pero no te sientas así, si las personas son correctas para ti, tu mismo lo sentirás, y si no, sigue tu camino que hay millones de seres humanos en este planeta, por un lado para no dejarlo pasar... cuando conoces esa persona "especial" le digo así como para diferenciarlo, en mi caso, conoces a alguien que sientes que sabes de el pero en realidad no, y cada dia te intriga en como son sus reacciones, que solamente se conoces por mensajes y quieres dar el paso de por fin verlo en persona, y te preguntas si en realidad va ser como lo imaginaste aunque esta mal pero lo hago, mi mente es así... se proyecta muchas escenas jajaj a ver cual sucederá, pero esta persona me recuerda a alguien pero es tan serio, no anda intenso conmigo, es relajado pero si me dijo que es un poco celoso jaja que lindo, pero la verdad es que es bien serio jaja pero estoy sintiendo que eso me gusta... entonces digo ahhh mejor seguirle a ver, con tan no pierdo nada, solo quiero es calamar a mi mente y que se deje de imaginar tantas cosas jajaja porque iré a parar a loca.

Lo unico que dire es que no te cierres ante nada, arriésgate a las cosas y personas, esta vida es una sola y lo único seguro que tenemos en la muerte.

GRACIASSS!!! por leerme besos y abrazos

xoxo

byeee!!!

[una-lobita-sad]

Entre gem¡dos

y aliento agitado

salen despavoridas

sus maldiciones.

Con palabras blasfemas

gime las alabanzas a mi lengua

que en medio de sus p¡ ēr nas

la hacen tocar el cielo.

Y el vaivén de mis dedos

bailan bajo el aguacero

que provoco con mis caricias

en la rigidez de su cl¡ to r¡s inquieto.

Se aferra a las sábanas,

a mi cabellera,

y sus piernas a mi cuello se abrazan.

En sus caderas el oleaje de

emociones se sacuden,

en mis labios recibo el

rebalse lascivo de sus en. trā ñās.

Y sin piedad los puñales de

mis dedos se hunden

extasiados por sus ganas.

Y verla sufrir de esa manera

no me basta… Y en cuatro,

en la orilla de la cama, empinada

y abr¡ endo sus nāl gās

lamo de arriba abajo,

escu po y chu po,

mi lengua inconforme

busca profanar su c ū l 0.

Y se estremece aún más

con unas fuertes nāl .gā das.

Se autoproclama mi p u tā

y el tropiezo de su respirar

no le impide gritarme que quiere más.

Y se lo doy,

de su desesperado calor

yo soy su amo y su señor.

Mi éxtasis es saber que conmigo

es con el único que pierde su control.

Pero antes del estallido de su or gās mo,

justo allí en el límite de su eró t¡ co caos,

sus cabellos se vuelven la rienda

de mi cabalgar y sus labios reciben

el castigo de mi palp¡ tan te f ā l 0.

Hasta desvanecer su conciencia,

hasta acribillarla con el bombardeo

de m¡ s ē .m ē n blanco,

hasta lacerar sus paredes

vag¡ na .les con mi espeso látigo.

Si, soy un mald¡ to animal

y en cada encuentro se lo ratifico.

[jiasla]

Actualización

Holi, yo otra vez. Hoy fui de nuevo a la clínica donde me estoy atendiendo, el doctor me vio y estuve hablando con él, me peso, me midió y reviso otro par de cosas. Sabía que había subido de peso (yo misma lo planee) pero aún así me sentí incomoda al ver como la báscula marcaba 55 kg. Intento consolarme a mi misma pensando en que hubiese sido peor haber pesado 49, ya que el doctor me dijo no tomar acciones drásticas ya que entro en un peso normal (tomando en cuenta mi altura, cuando pesaba 49 estaba por debajo del peso normal), así que no corro riesgo de que me interne o algo así. Pero fuera de lo inconforme que me siento sabiendo que estoy más pesada, todo bien.

También me vió la nutricionista, hablo un rato conmigo y me dió una especie de planilla dónde debo registrar mis comidas y otras cosas, eso va a dificultarme un poco lo que tengo planeado, pero ya veré que hago. Tengo que hacerme unos análisis y un electrocardiograma, y una vez que tenga los resultados, todos los profesionales que me vieron (psicóloga, psiquiatra, medico y nutrióloga) van a tener una especie de reunión para determinar que van a hacer conmigo y que tratamiento debo tomar para poder "sanar". Obviamente no pienso quedarme conforme con mi peso, tengo que bajar los kilos que subí, lamentablemente no puedo permitirme pesar menos de 50 kg en este momento, pero creo que si me mantengo en 51 kg o 52 kg durante lo que dure mi tratamiento, no levantare sospechas y podrán darme de alta más rápido.

Seguramente no vaya a ver al doctor dentro de unas 2 semanas o más, así que aprovecharé ese tiempo para reacomodar mi alimentación y volver a adaptarla como antes, una vez alcanzados los 51 kilos, solo tendré que intentar mantenerme ahí por un tiempo. Si,estoy algo frustrada y decaída, pero mis ganas de cambiar no se han ido, y mientras eso siga allí, yo sé que soy capaz de bajar de peso.

Sin más, gracias a todos los que están aquí y me dan palabras de aliento, se que muchos también están pasando por momentos difíciles, y los entiendo, esto no es fácil, pero sepan que rendirse no las hará sentirse mejor, nunca es tarde para volver a empezar 🫶.

[17020]

BARBIE AND ???

part 2 of "DOLLHOUSE"! tags: toxic relationships, exes, ume and yn are iffy, just post-breakup texts. not proofread

you tried to restrain yourself. you really did. but the text message was sent to umemiya's number. and it sure as hell didn't type itself.

Y/n L/n I want my jersey back The one my dad bought you

that's how close umemiya was to your family. he was spoiled rotten, constantly being gifted shirts, jerseys, headphones—you name it, he had it as a gift from you or your family.

and it wasn't that you were upset over the hundreds, even thousands of dollars that you spent on him—your family had spent even more, and that infuriated you. about fifteen minutes later, your phone pinged.

Unknown I'll give it to you when I return to Makochi, I'll give everything back I can send them to you with Kotoha since she's visiting in a few weeks

Y/n L/n Kotoha can give me the jersey, burn everything else I couldn't care less You wanna know what my therapist told me?

your heart was pounding out of your chest as your vision slowly blurred, crystalline tears filling your eyes.

Unknown What.

hajime umemiya had turned into someone you had never met before, and his actions showed the type of person he had become.

Y/n L/n I was right to ask for respect, and you should've listened to my insecurities and inconformity with those girls, especially since they have been trouble for our friends' relationships in the past. You should've done something, the bare minimum could've been to talk to them, and they would understand, they're women and they've understood before.

the text bubble flickered, appearing and disappearing every few seconds. It drove you insane.

Unknown Yeah sorry

Y/n L/n That's all you have to say?

Unknown Yeah, if I go back to you, i'll be repeating the cycle over again But hey, if you need a friend, feel free to send me a follow request. I'd like to keep you as a friend

you were not sure if umemiya had been high as a kite, or if he was being absolutely serious. was the all-mighty hajime umemiya a celebrity now? He was sure as hell acting like one.

Y/n L/n I would consider being your friend

Unknown YAY REALLY?

Y/n L/n In like 30 years. If we're not dating, I don't wanna know anything about you, so go ahead and burn in hell.

Unknown You seriously think I'd go back to someone who talks to me like that?

he had a fair point.

Y/n L/n You're nothing to me now, I can say what i please. You're a fucking immature idiot, Hajime Umemiya.

Unknown Don't even bother texting me anymore Y/n.

how's that for closure?

taglist (open, yippee!): @stunie @kaiser1ns @nyxypoo @karasuglazer @littleplantfreak @maruflix @heartkaji

[hennie-d]

Me la pasé arreglando esto y todavía estoy inconforme (como siempre-), ya qué.

No hay un concepto exacto para esto, lo dejo a libre interpretación :P

Kositas chikitas

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