#it’s something

[the-lonelyshepherd]

callie shipman you make me sick

[puckinghischier]

Platonic Lukey thoughts? I just know he would be the best friend that everyone needs and deserves.

luke would 100% become your little bestie if you were dating one of his brothers, or just in general, tbh. he just becomes everyone’s little brother.

if you needed someone to help you shop or an event or just in general? luke was your runway judge, giving you his honest opinions without being mean. surprisingly enough, he actually has decent fashion advice, preventing you from buying several outfits you know you would’ve never worn outside of the store’s dressing room.

if you were in a fight with either jack or quinn, and you needed to blow off some steam away from them, luke would be the first person you’d run to. whatever you needed, he’d gladly oblige. a movie night with luke cuddles in his room? done. a night out, him standing by to make sure you don’t do anything stupid? done. junk food and ice cream after a drive around the city talking your feelings out? done.

he’d also be the one to call his brother out for whatever stupid shit he said to you either during an argument or to induce one. he won’t hesitate to call quinn, or corner jack, and give him a piece of his mind, ensuring he knows how stupid he’d be if he let someone like you go. then, it would turn into him giving him advice on how to handle the situation better in the future, because luke knows you, after all.

you’d constantly be trying to set luke up with your single friends, asking him what he thinks of this person or that one. he’s always so shy, admitting he thinks your best friend is cute, but claiming she’s way out of his league. but you’ve already set the date, and you’re attacking him for info as soon as the date is over.

and the gossip luke provides? unmatched. he loves to gossip worse than a group of middle school girls at their lunch table, and you love it. he absorbs so much information bc he’s such a listener people tend to offer the info up to him without being prompted. most of the time it’s about people you don’t even know, but you eat it up nonetheless.

but luke has become your absolute best friend. he’s so talkative, funny, and always there. he loves you just as much as he loves his own brothers, but you think he might love you just a bit more, if you’re being honest. he always sides with you in arguments, and you’re the only one he ever shares food with. but the affection for him is returned ten fold. he’s the little brother you never had and never knew you needed until now

[tillero]

Why does she Say it with so much passion…

Not saying that I don’t like it, quite the opposite

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[cits-kirby-brainrot]

Chaos Galacta Knight! This is entirely self indulgent lol

[babymorte]

IT SNOWED LAST NIGHT AND ITS STILL ON THE GROUND IM SO HAPPY

[blitzy-blitzwing]

Hm. 🤔

[a-flappy-bat]

Ring ring / Dr. Darling on the hotline

[derschleierfallt]

idk. Idk. had this need in my heart to make this

[etaleah]

I don’t love that this continues the trend of Shadow only being around for the first and last episodes of a season and then getting benched for the rest, but at least this time he got a noble self-sacrifice and character development out of it

[montygatorguy]

im not even really mad or anything about charli d’amelio being cast in &j broadway, like i know she had a dancing background and all that and i bet she’ll be good. it’s just, idk. i don’t really know how to feel about it.

[loonarmuunar]

Heyyyy. So it turns out life is constantly changing in every way imaginable, both good and bad, and it’s impossible to tell which way it’ll be. You can never be fully prepared for when things get bad. So all you really can do is keep going, and help as many people as you possibly can. Things might never get better. But you have to keep moving. Life will change, with or without you. All we can do is try to keep up.

[brooklynisher]

Papa

The Spine had done nothing to deserve it

He was not performing exceptionally well

He was not any more useful than he usually is

He didn’t achieve anything new

But Peter Walter VI loved him

He loved him like a father would love his son

And The Spine couldn’t help but feel like his son

He always thought it, but one day it came out

The Spine callee him “papa”

Rabbit overheard The Spine calling Peter “papa”, and now she calls him “papa”

Rabbit called Upgrade. She called Peter “papa” during the call. Now Upgrade calls him “papa”

Upgrade went to visit The Jon. She told him that “papa” was doing well. Now The Jon calls him “papa”

The Jon sent a letter to Zer0. In the letter, The Jon asks Zer0 to update him on “papa”. Now Zer0 calls him “papa”

Zer0 invites Hatchworth to the manor. They have a nice chat. They talk about “papa”. Now Hatchworth calls him “papa”.

The next Father’s Day was a celebration to be remembered

We love you papa

[i-hope-this-is-a-phase]

I’m straight up inventing medical problems for a fanfic

[ficandkaboodle]

Thank you, Sister…

[scarlettriot]

♡ COLD COFFEE ♡

Pairing: Kirishima X Reader

Warnings: Hurt//Comfort. Injuries & Hospitalizations.

Word Count: 1k ish

A//N: I’ve been in a coffee shop AU mood so I present to you, this fuckin’ thing. It’s not proofed or anything. Thanks @meggsngrits for letting me ramble this morning. Ily ♥︎

Ever since Kirishima switched agencies, started his own, he’s been going to the same little coffee shop every single morning.

The lines were usually long but he never cared. He’d wake up with plenty of time to wait his turn and order his coffee with far too much cream and just a pinch of sugar and the box of half dozen little donut holes that he savored each and every morning.

Of course, seeing your pretty face first thing bright and early was always a bonus. He might’ve even developed a little crush on you— if only he knew you’d been harboring one for him too…

You couldn’t forget the day Red Riot walked into your coffee shop. The way he stood well over a foot taller than most of your other customers. And then there was his bright red hair and his blindingly bright grin. Too bright for 7 AM.

Just because you ran a coffee shop didn’t exactly mean you were a morning person…

Kirishima made it easier though (you only called him Red Riot once since he asked you to call him Kirishima from the moment you wrote his name on that first paper cup). For almost two years now you wrote his name down 6 days a week. Sometimes 7 if he came in on his day off.

You got to know the man over 3 minute conversations. While you pour equal amounts of coffee to cream in that paper cup. You learned when he had late patrols, when he had office days. You learned to pick up on his moods, the man wore them on his sleeve. You saw him with fresh injuries and watched as they healed, adorning his hands, arms, and face with new scars, but none were ever bad enough to make him miss a morning.

The first morning he did miss, you assumed he’d finally gotten a much needed extra day off. The following day was his scheduled day off and the next he wasn’t in either. He must’ve taken a long weekend.

Good. You couldn’t think of anyone more deserving.

But then rumors started circling. You saw them on the front page of a tabloid first:

The Sturdy Hero Red Riot - - Breakable After All

Ignoring the line of people you and making them increasingly mad, you flipped to the article that you knew better than to believe. They exaggerated everything after all. 80% of what was in this was plain false but you read it anyway.

There wasn’t much to go on. Just that there was a battle and Kirishima had fallen while protecting a group of civilians as well as his own sidekicks. He was in critical condition at a local hospital.

“Yeah, it’s true, don’t know how they got the info though. We do everything we can to keep Pro’s identities hidden while they’re in our care,” you friend told you on the phone after work that night. “Your crush is stable though. But, he’s still in a coma…”

The week that followed had never been more bleak. People seemed more irritable, hardly any of them had a smile, or maybe it was just none of them compared to Kirishima’s. Either way, you had to do something.

So, you start to make his order every morning before opening. Pouring the coffee into a to-go cup and packing 6 donut holes plus one extra for good luck.

You’d walk down to the hospital and leave the order with your friend to drop off all before opening the store up for the day.

He hadn’t woken up yet. But when he did, you wanted him to have his favorite treat. The coffee would probably be cold but at least the donuts would still be tasty.

Days turned into weeks that you kept up your little ritual and you had every intention of waking up the next morning and doing it all over again but, you’d been putting up the chairs when the bell above the front door rang. “Sorry, we’re—“

It’d been almost a month since you’d seen him. The longest you’d gone since he first showed up nearly two years ago. His dark roots were poking through matching the stumble that was covering his jaw but, other than that, he looked like the same smiling Kirishima you’d been falling in love with over paper cups and donut holes.

You clutched a mug so tightly between your hands it threatened to shatter, just trying to process that he was here in front of you again with that to-go cup in his hand.

He stayed close to the door but cleared his throat. “They told me I was out for a bit.” What a fat understatement that was. “Pretty sure it was your coffee and donuts that brought me back around… I never feel fully awake until I get my cup. So, I just wanted to drop by and say thank you but I know you’re closed so, I’ll just see ya—“

“Do you want a fresh cup?” You blurted out and his hand hovered on the door handle. “I brought that this morning. It’s gotta be ice by now.”

His smile was as soft as the first day you saw him. “Only if you have a cup with me.”