#lmaoooo bye

[yanteetle]

Is this your way of telling me you're salty that I was discharged from my therapist earlier than you 💀

[squigglyshroom]

finished drawing for the radioapple week day 4

[pinacoladamatata]

Target Solas REAL

[schumipng]

My favourite F1 Magazine covers Part 3:

[willowser]

i had to call the awful evil witch from tech support at my job today, and it had me thinking about getting the little error message and feeling your heart sink and you lean over to your coworker to whine,

"i have to call and get an override,"

and she snorts because she knows what that means, and despite what she says—there is an evil little gleam in her eye. "maybe midoriya will pick up."

you throw your head back dramatically, letting it hang over the chair until you feel the blood rushing to your ears. "i never get midoriya! what menu options are you choosing to get him, because it's never him for me!"

your coworker shrugs, turning from her computer again to smirk at you. "i don't know, man, it's just whoever picks up."

you stare at the window box in the center of your computer, the red ! at the front of a set of codes you loathe to see. hard as you try to find hope that you'll get lucky and izuku will pick up the phone—you don't think it's likely.

"will you call for me?"

"oh my god, just do it already."

and that's how you end up biting at your thumbnail, staring down at the phone on your desk as the automated voice greets you—happily—and begins to list out the different menu options. you consider choosing something random, to see if that will get you to a different, nicer member of the support team, but you wait too long and the options repeat and you decide to just bite the bullet.

it only rings for a moment before you get,

"task solutions. 's'bakugou."

you roll your eyes up to the ceiling and back and snap to stare at your coworker, mouthing a soundless 'fuck!' as she bursts into a fit of laughter.

"y'got five seconds before i hang up the—"

"sorry, hi, sorry! hi! i'm here!" you muster up all the kindness you can, smiling politely so that it will transfer in your voice. "i just need an override, please."

there's not much he says that he doesn't have to, only grunting in acknowledgement when you give him your name and employee id, read off the error message that brought you into the lion's den.

the support team for your company works off-site, so you've never met him. bakugou. hardly know anything about him outside of the name he barks out when answering the phone, and you don't think you'd like to, really.

it's incredibly frustrating to have to call him for help because he knows the system better than you do, knows your job better than you do—and is quick to call it out when your math is wrong or your input is off. if validation didn't fail every once in a while when the program is overloaded you'd be fine—but here you are.

a tense silence fills between the phone as he works, and you know he can only log in and see your screen but it feels like he's watching you, entirely. to be polite, you ask, "are you, uh, goin' to conference this year?"

the silence becomes a void, all consuming, before he murmurs out a sharp, "no."

"oh, bummer," you chuckle nervously, sweat building on the back of your neck as you watch his mouse click around on your screen. "are midoriya and iida going?"

bakugou sighs, heavy with frustration. "probably," he answers, though, to your surprise. "they like to sit around and do fuck—nothin' all day at the damn booth."

you've been by the task solutions booth every year at conference, mostly because they hand out nice steel cups with metal straws, but the faces you've seen there are never unfamiliar. for a moment, you try to imagine it: walking up to get your free goodie from some sour asshole, only to have him bark at you as you try to reach for it.

the mouse stops in the bottom corner of your screen, hesitating. you hold your breath. this is usually when he chastises you for something he makes sound so simple.

"you goin'?"

"uh," your mouth hangs open for a second, because this is the most you've ever spoken to him that didn't involve scolding of some kind. "yeah, yeah! our team will be there for day 2!" there's a soft hum from the other end, and you see the opportunity for what it is: a chance to get on good terms with this guy, so you can stop being so afraid to call the help desk. "you should go! i don't—i don't think we've ever met before."

it's hard to tell how he takes that, but you only assume not well considering your screen flashes as he logs off, taking the error message with him.

"uh, yeah, whatever," he grumbles, "is there—you need anythin' else?"

"oh, nope! that's it, thanks!"

"alright," the line doesn't disconnect immediately and you curl into yourself, as if you could hear anything else by pressing the phone harder to your ear. then he says, "later." and is gone.

[theloveinc]

yes this is just a tik tok but bkg when he gets home drunk after a night with the boys

[twistedappletree]

[artemis-pendragon]

He's Bidone for boys

[deoidesign]

me when i make my bed and lie in it

[celestial-letters]

author's nonsense: itty bitty satan thing to get into the groove of writing stuff again bc i cant stop thinking about him aaaa..... .. .. ..

each year the exchange program ends, satan finds himself sitting down at his desk every night, writing about you. he's written countless poems, sonnets, and letters, missing you a little more with each word that flowed from his fountain pen.

he missed your laugh, your smile, your eyes, how you'd hold each other close at night, he missed holding your hand and softly kissing your knuckles on dates, how his lips felt against yours.

he missed sneaking into your room on school nights to bask in each other's presence, finally away from his pesky brothers. how he'd get up and go back to his room before everyone awoke, so nobody would notice he hadn't been in his room.

every night, after he finished writing, he'd put them in a crisp envelope, seal them with wax, and they'd all go in a little wooden box kept on the corner of his desk. the box was overflowing with envelopes by the time you had gotten back the following year.

the first moment satan could get you alone, he would give you the box, slightly flustered (evident from the tips of his ears being flushed bright red).

he would insist you read them at your own pace before finally welcoming you home properly with a longing hug.

"i missed you, you know..."

[rebouks]

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First day of preschool...

[letsgetitblog]

Y'all what the hell is this shit.

I- what???

[catcze]

Hi just want 2 share, but <3 thank fuck i got the Sylus shower sex card without having to break bank like omg

[todayisafridaynight]

[kindahoping4forever]

And everyone gasped

(no one was surprised, not even a little)

[theloveinc]

kirishima