#it will reach its target audience

[kickintheleaves]

i wish seeing artworks clearly in your head meant you could like... bonk yr head onto your screen and have it come out fully formed like athena bursting from zeus. but no i must craft every last detail myself and I'm never satisfied.

[flockdog]

Butch Terrier gf (yes she is trans), who want her?

[aritimena]

they would not say that

[lotus-pear]

it doesn't matter how babygirl ur fav man is, he will ALWAYS be ten times sexier as a woman

[inkedberries]

i have a headcanon that Yoichi trims AFO's hair because i can't help but compare AFO's nicely trimmed hair to Yoichi's and i thought someone had to have cut AFO's hair for him and it is only logical for me to assume it was Yoichi who did. I think AFO would only trust Yoichi to be so close to him with a sharp object like a pair of scissors lol

I think Yoichi would have also liked cutting his brother's hair at first, because it would make him feel helpful in a way? And I just think even when AFO put him in the vault, AFO would still go there to get his hair trimmed by Yoichi.

and once Yoichi joins the resistance, he offers to do this for Kudo as well.

[luguangs]

[curiouslymyown]

Lily went to a british primary school, so when she found out about Remus’ furry little problem, DO NOT try to tell me she wouldn’t ask “What time is it Mr Wolf?” at every opportunity

[its-wabby-stuff]

What if our childhood duo switched places? The start of Quirkless Bakugo

Likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

[imaginedanvrs]

thrown to the wolf

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warnings: toxic relationship, manipulation, dubcon, fingering, praise, overstimulation

“I cannot fucking believe you,” Natasha spat, glaring at you in a way you had never seen before. She was the master at concealing the face of her emotions, only ever letting a select few peek behind the mask she wore. You were one of those few who had seen her genuine smiles amongst sly smirks and suggestive grins, the rare moments of crippling fear, sadness and now anger. 

  “After everything she’s done? You’re going back to her like none of it ever happened? Like she never-” You couldn’t let her finish. You couldn’t hear her bring up the past when you were so close to finally moving past it. 

  “She apologised for that,” you said quickly. Natasha’s gaze hardened. “She told me that she’s getting help. She’s changed. I think she deserves some credit for that.” Your words came out as a plea. 

  “She doesn’t deserve shit.” You averted your gaze from your friend, not liking the doubt she was placing in your mind. You knew how it looked - going back to an ex you had cried to her over countless times. But you had been talking to Wanda for a few weeks and it really did seem like she had changed. She had asked you for a second chance and after seeing how much she wanted it, you decided to give her that. It wasn’t like you hadn’t missed her. 

  “This is just another one of her lies, I thought you would have learnt to spot them by now,” Natasha continued. 

  “She told me you would say that,” you muttered. 

  “Of course she did!” Natasha all but yelled. You shrunk back on instinct, one that Wanda had brought about. “Do you hear yourself? Or is she already that deep in your head?”

  “She’s not like that anymore!” You exclaimed, wishing Natasha could see Wanda’s potential like you could. 

  She’s changed, you told yourself again because you had heard the Sokovian say it so many times. 

  Natasha scoffed. 

  “I sat by you for months,” she began with a slow deliverance that unnerved you. “I was your shoulder to cry on. Most people go to their partners for that but you couldn’t because yours was the problem. I begged you to leave her and I was so fucking happy when you did. I thought it meant you were going to be able to move on to someone that actually gave a shit about you. Now I see that that could never happen because you don’t want that for yourself. You’re addicted to heartbreak, y/n, so the next time she hurts you don’t you dare come running to me. I’m done.” 

  Natasha gave you one last glare before she left, leaving you alone to call the only person you could. 

*

“Shh, I’m here,” Wanda cooed as she stroked your hair and kept her other arm draped over your trembling form. “She doesn’t understand us is all. You’re in the right place now. You’re okay.” You hiccuped through your tears and clung to your girlfriend tighter. Her shirt was wet with your tears and you felt guilty but Wanda hadn’t said anything, too focused on comforting you. She put you first, because she had changed. 

  You whimpered in response and Wanda continued her unwavering reassurance. Maybe distance really had made your heart grow fonder as you could’ve sworn your girlfriend’s voice had never soothed you as much as it did in that moment. It washed over you and you bathed in the safety it enforced. 

  “I’m glad you’re here,” she told you. You smiled against her. 

  “Me too,” you mumbled. Wanda hummed, lifting your chin so she could look at you clearly and wipe the tears smudged across your cheeks. You closed your eyes at the intimate touch and leant into her palms. 

  “You should stay the night.” You agreed without much thought, wanting to stay close to your girlfriend so that you wouldn’t feel so alone without Natasha. You wondered if she really was done with you and couldn’t believe that getting back with your ex was reason enough for her to do so. Yes, Wanda hadn’t been great in the past, but that was a different time. 

  “I’ve missed having you here,” Wanda continued as her hand wandered down to your waist where it settled with her thumb beneath your shirt. You weren’t uncomfortable with the touch, but you were aware it was there. “I never stopped loving you, you know?” You tried to prevent your body stiffening at her words, knowing that she would immediately feel it, but the confession was one you were hoping not to hear at least not so soon. 

  You and Wanda had had that issue last time. Wanda moved too fast too soon and although it was easy to blame being a stereotype at first, it quickly became something more intense than you could handle. Once she broke out the l word, Wanda thought you could instantly move in with her and applied the pressure to do so. Once you finally gave in you also unknowingly gave up your privacy which Wanda had deemed totally normal. You shook the thought from your mind, she had changed. 

  “You don’t have to say it back,” she told you once you remained silent for a moment. 

  “It’s just…” you played with the duvet absently as you considered your words and tried to convince yourself that you didn’t have to walk on eggshells anymore. “I thought we were starting over so it’s a little soon to be-”

  “Yeah,” Wanda cut you off with a slight strain to her voice. You looked up and the Sokovian gave you a smile of reassurance that wiped the hesitance from your mind enough for you to settle back in. 

  The thumb under your shirt was joined by several fingers that caressed your skin lightly and you grabbed the tv remote to distract yourself for several minutes before you selected a sitcom that Wanda seemed to be in the middle of rewatching. At your selection, the redhead placed a small kiss on your forehead. 

  It didn’t take ten minutes for her hands to begin to wander further up beneath your shirt. “Wanda,” you murmured when her fingertips grazed your bra. You didn’t trust how your skin felt electric under her touch. You were meant to be taking things slow. She hummed in acknowledgment as her fingers danced across your back and settled on the clip of your bra. “Wanda,” you repeated, voice firmer this time as you looked up at her. 

  Then, her hands went to the backs of your thighs as she sat up in the bed and manoeuvred you to straddle her lap, bringing your faces centimetres apart. You clung to her shirt as your breath hitched, caught off guard by the way the emerald in her eyes glistened with excitement. “I missed you,” she told you again, slipping her hand behind your neck to close the distance between you. She tasted just as you remembered and kissed you with that same vigour. She always kissed you like it was the last one or as if she had a point to make, always so unrelenting. 

  “Wait,” you muttered when she briefly paused to let you breathe. Her lips were on your again before you could continue. It was dizzying. So much so that when she finally moved away to kiss your neck you still couldn’t get your words out. 

  “Slow down,” you eventually managed but Wanda didn’t appear to be in a listening mood. 

  “You want this,” she told you when she dragged your shirt over your head. “I want this,” she continued, laying you down on the bed as she kissed the valley between your breasts. You had always been so weak to her advances, unable to ever deny her even if you were feeling too tired from a long day or pained from a workout. Wanda had a way of making you forget everything except your need for her, as though she had engrained herself in every fibre of your being.

  When you looked down at her, you were left in only your underwear and Wanda was pulling her own shirt off to expose the lace she wore beneath. You didn’t get a chance to admire it because she was on you again, latching her lips onto your nipples as her hand snaked between your legs. She chuckled when she felt the damp cloth of your underwear. 

  “Still so needy,” she murmured. “You haven’t changed.”

  “Have you?” Your voice was shaky but you knew the redhead heard you. She didn’t answer, instead pushing your underwear to the side so she could rub your clit that pulsed under her touch. You were familiar with that game - using sex to distract you from your doubts. It was pathetic that it still worked. 

  Wanda dragged her long fingers down your slit, collecting the slick before pushing two fingers inside and groaning at the tightness she was met with. “Have you let anyone else touch this pussy?” She nipped at your neck as she steadily pumped her fingers into your cunt. 

  “No,” you admitted. It had always felt like a betrayal when you had gotten close, despite being broken up with Wanda for a year. You wouldn’t tell her, but you had still thought about her when you got yourself off at night. There was a lot to be said about your past relationship with the Sokovian, but no one had ever fucked you like she did. 

  “That’s my good girl,” she praised, sucking a deep mark into your neck, as though she couldn’t wait more than twenty four hours of you being back together to mark you as hers. You didn’t want to know if that blind devotion went both ways. You weren’t ready to be met with that telling avoidance again. So you leant into your girlfriend instead. 

  “All mine,” she continued as she began to thrust her fingers harder, reaching deeper inside you than you could yourself. 

  “Yours,” you muttered because you really couldn’t help yourself. You didn’t care that you were adding fuel to the fire as long as the burn of Wanda’s touch didn’t stop. You would have to deal with the consequences later. 

  “I love you,” she said, breath hot against your skin. “I know you love me too.” You pulled Wanda away from your neck and kissed her desperately. If she was going to keep playing her games, you were going to at least try and win a round. You seemed to take the redhead by surprise when you slipped your tongue into her mouth but she didn’t freeze for more than a second, unrelenting on giving up any of the control you were fighting for. She bit on your lip and pressed her thumb to your clit while her fingers found that special spot that made you shudder. 

  “I love you,” she repeated, as though her win had made her giddy and she wasn't in the middle of making you a mess. You whined, clenching around her digits as you felt your orgasm approach embarrassingly fast. Wanda knew the signs of you squirming and stilled her fingers inside of you. 

  “Wanda,” you whined, giving her a pleading look that only made her smirk. It was unfair how hot she was when she was arrogant. 

  “Tell me you still love me,” she demanded. You tried to look away but she grabbed your jaw with her free hand. “I know you do. Tell me the truth and I’ll let you cum.”

  “Wanda,” you tried. She flexed her fingers, pressing so hard against the back of your pussy that your back arched off the bed. 

  “Tell me,” she repeated, eyes glazed with a dangerous need that you had always been guilty of encouraging. 

  “I love you,” you admitted. There had been times when you hated Wanda, yet you never stopped yearning for her. You were tangled in an insatiable knot that you never really tried to escape from, not when it felt so good to be trapped. 

  “Cum for me, detka,” Wanda instructed as her fingers resumed their unbashful rhythm that made your body preen and eventually release onto the redhead’s fingers with a cry. “Give me another,” she demanded as soon as she added a digit and continued to finger you deep and hard. Your body followed her cue, wrapped around her and clenching for more. 

  You lost count of the amount of orgasms she coaxed from your submitted body, each one more tiring than the last until your body was shaking even when she wasn’t touching you. Every spare breath you had she stole with a kiss and although both your bodies were covered with a thin layer of sweat she still pulled you flush against her when she deemed you had enough. 

  You watched with hooded eyes as your girlfriend sucked on her digits, moaning softly as your taste overcame her taste buds. She grinned at you before it turned softer, more tender, and placed a kiss on your shoulder as she held your frail frame. 

  “Just as sweet as I remember,” she chuckled, because nothing had really changed. 

[absolute-weirdo-inc]

TopHatBowTieCane Gang!!!

[deadlyspikelover]

any laurence miquella viktor truthers in the chat

[reincarnated-angel]

doodles i forgor to post

some of them r old lol. in no particular order (least to most fugio /hj)

same two guys. OVER AND OVER what kind of illness is this

[notnickel]

Sometimes at night, I leave the lights on in my little house, and walk across the flat fields. When I look back from a distance, the house is like a boat on the sea. It’s really the only time I feel safe.

[corviddrawsstuff]

I love when Skizz goes “OKAY let’s stop goofing around” when he’s the only one goofing around

[fangirl-docintraining]

Things that have happened on my ER shifts so far that I’m assigning to each of the outsiders characters:

Patient caught sitting on toilet and smoking cigarette in ER bathroom: literally almost all of them (pony, Johnny, DALLY, Steve)

Patient was cleared to go home (they come to er a lot, all their tests were A okay) they left, went outside into the cold, came back in and checked right back in: Two Bit

Adorable baby/toddler who was playing with her older brother and he accidentally closed her finger in the door. Her nail was all broken and we had to give her two stitches (she screamed at me the whole time): Soda and Ponyboy as kiddos (soda was the door closer)

Patient was had ‘low blood sugar at home’ (glucose was 70) he was given Oreos and a sprite and was sent home 😂: Johnny cause my boy don’t eat enough give him snacks

Teenage patient threatened his mom because she caught him stealing money from her purse ‘for McDonald’s’ and she said no: dally

Patient was told he was exposed to STD so he came to ER to be tested: Two Bit

Dislocated shoulder requiring drugz to replace it and the ER doc pulling with the force of his entire body: Steve

Patient throwing up for four days straight, couldn’t keep food down and was super dehydrated, threw up some blood from puking too hard and his wife made him come to ER: Darry (and feat Betty) (in reality she would’ve treated him for nausea and hydration at home and days before and he would not get this ill but)

My healthcare girlies please enjoy (blood glucose of 70 is my personal fav) @tragicallyuncreative @torturednursesdepartment

[kevindavidday]

look at him sasuke