#lol im back

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

sugar cookies - bakugou katsuki

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There is nothing gentle about him.

Not the way he’s holding the bowl, and certainly not the way he’s just thrown the dough onto your countertop.

He’s standing in the middle of your kitchen. Standing in the middle of your house. Surrounded by dough and cookie cutters and flour and somehow his mouth is still set into this funny little grim line. Like there’s a battle plan in Katsuki’s head and he’s suddenly hit a snag.

“Stop starin’.”

“I’m not.”

He just looks at you, unimpressed and you’re so so fond of that square of tile where he stands. Your cheeks warm. You’ve found that there is nothing so undoing as being laid bare under his finger.

“Yeah, you are.” He starts again. But that funny little grim line has gone wobbly. Has gone soft at the edges. “Always starin’. Eyes’ll dry out and roll outta your head.”

“Would you still love me if I had no eyes?”

He doesn’t deign that comment with a response. Just rolls those pretty red eyes and sets the bowl down on the counter. Then he’s beckoning you closer, his hand catching the small of your back as you near. He follows you to the sink. He turns the water on. He pushes up your sleeves when you forget to.

Always so helpless, he mutters, but Katsuki isn’t looking at you. He’s focused on folding up your sleeves neatly, warm hands catching around your elbow.

“Not helpless - just, uh, forgetful?”

“Forgetful. Yeah, definitely.” The words bite, but the kiss he leaves on your cheek doesn’t.

He’s your favorite like this - warm and soft and gooey from the outside in. Baking makes him this way. House chores make him this way. Sometimes grocery shopping will make him this way.

You think it has something to do with the domesticity. But you’d never tell him that.

Now, Katsuki turns the sink off for you, quickly trapping your hands between a towel. Broad fingers sweep over your smaller ones, wiping away moisture with the cloth.

“What’s the next part?” You ask softly. “You gonna roll out the dough for me too?”

He glares. Ruffles the towel over your hands. “I don’t know, you plannin’ to fuck up my expertly prepared dough?”

“I would never.”

And your smile, your sincerity, must be too much for him then, because he jolts. Leaves the towel hanging across your hands and gently pushes your face to the left. Till your not meeting his eyes anymore.

“Say another word and I’ll make the cookies spicy.” He threatens. “‘m serious about it this time.”

And he does look serious - to his credit. But then he’s splitting the dough, dropping one half in the bowl and another on the counter. He takes the roller in his hands and then, even he abandons the threat in his gaze. He just looks too cute with his little roller in his little apron. Way too cute to be scary and mean.

“If you give me shit for askin’ this I’ll go right back to bein’ mean,” He starts, funny little smile stretched across his face. “But if ya had to choose…..”

He stops then. Looks sheepish. And you can just feel the sweetness of his next remark in the air. You salivate for it, sugar craving screaming in your veins full force.

“If I had to choose what, Katsuki?”

He looks away. “If you had to choose which color frosting - what would ya pick?”

“Oh? You’re letting me pick, Mr. Expert Baker?”

“Hey! I just fuckin’ said if you gave me shit for it I’d-“

“Orange.” You say, cupping his cheek with flour-covered fingertips. “My favorite.”

And he smiles something wicked then. Drops the dough and the roller and takes your waist in two large hands. His mouth is on yours and there’s not another thought given to the dough. It lies abandoned while he takes his time. Kisses you like he’s determined to win and there’s no other battle worth fighting.

Maybe you were the snag in his earlier battle plan. The reason for that grim little determined line. Either way, you’re not complaining. You love his way of fighting.

He pulls away.

Out of breath and red in the face and brilliant. He’s got flour on his cheek. Flour in the imprint of your fingers and you love him so much your teeth rattle with it.

[cacophonous-noise]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Life with Derek Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Casey McDonald/Derek Venturi Characters: Casey McDonald, Derek Venturi, Edwin Venturi, Lizzie McDonald, Marti Venturi, Truman French, Max Miller (Life with Derek) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, okay but not like you're thinking probably, sure it's essentially a soulmate au but she's nOT liKe OTheR sOuLmATe aUS, Dual POV, References to Shakespeare, and also some filthy car sex, because i can't write derek/casey without involving The Prince, good afternoon it's now 2024 and these children's show characters still have me in a chokehold, and have for the last decade Series: Part 1 of lord, what fools these mortals be Summary:

"I need your help,” he said. She looked back down at her notebook. "No you don't.” "Casey." She met his eyes. To his credit, he looked sincere, but he always looked sincere. Especially when he was making fun of her. It was part of what made him so impossible. "Derek." Their eyes were locked. She didn't dare blink. To blink in front of Derek was to lose in front of Derek. Who knew how many pranks he could pull in the time her eyes would be closed?

//

Casey teaches Derek how to parallel park. That's the essential plot, but that's not the entire fic, not even close.

[eat-worms]

i luv being an artist cuz i can just make them say shit...like he cant even eat. hes an elder god trapped inside a man in the 1930s..he doesnt know what bagel bites are..

[unrelentingelsens]

Hello everyone sorry I wasnt online much but I had to fuck off into the abiss for a bit but I'm back now.

So yeah,have this meme

Swagalicious

[bigspikesusie]

I’m stuck in a vending machine (·ิω·ิ)

While I figure out how to get out of here, do you want snacks from in here? (*^^*)

-💜🌙

OOOO GOT ANY COOKIES IN THERE? OR MAYBE CHEEZITS?

ALSO DO YOU NEED HELP OUT?

[revhorseseer]

who up worming on that thang

[kitsuneswing]

lol I should post or just, reblog something here to show I do use this site (even if mainly to check the blog I have notifs on).

Here, take this drawing I made back in November of my character Ronnie for an art rp group. Peace.

[nat-20s]

name a more iconic thing to happen for the fictional qpr community than Donna Noble quite literally meeting her soulmate and being like hmm. there's no one I've ever wanted to fuck less

[inkskinned]

i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."

[isjasz]

[Ready for a new game?]

day 11 definitelynottober - heart in your fist & week 1 weeklyhermittober - beginnings

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IM SO READY LETSGO SO EXCITED FOR THE NEW LIFE SERIES💥💥💥💥💥💥

[peaceandlove26]

everything is funny & i love being alive

[pbnmj]

THE NOIR-HOBIE INTERACTIONS THAT I MADE UP IN MY MIND ARE VERY REAL TO ME. SONY PLEASE PICK UP WHAT I’M PUTTING DOWN!!!

[side-eyes]

🐦

[danijaci]

"jealous, jealous, jealous boy..." ft. jiaoqiu

i just got him today lmao

[thegleampt2fromtheglowpt22001]

ppl on Twitter have for no reason I can tell rediscovered Mighty Jill Off, thee cute indie platformer abt lesbian BDSM from 2008. I have no idea why it's gaining traction again but I just thot u all on here wld like 2 b part ov that 2

[soranker]

98 lovemail doodles >_<