#oh god the shame I feel

[call-me-casual]

So… I always promised myself that I would never ship an oc with a canon character, it’s just never been my thing. Buuuuut does it count if the oc is from a different fandom???

This started as a joke in my head, it was meant to be ironic. Funny. But now it is not. It is very much not. So I live with this crossover au in my head.

Everybody meet Becca, she’s the main character of my replacement for the Nine Realms (🤢), and in this au she has become entranced by the ✨eyes✨

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[disorganised-bagel]

i think people like these, so. i present to you:

rtc incorrect quotes, except they're all screenshots of things i've said that i found in my camera roll (part 3)

throws these at you

(part 1) (part 2) (part 4)

[rooolt]

have yet to stop thinking about the plane ride to Barcelona, aka the worlds most awkward plane ride in the world. Like who do we think sat together? Did Devon talk to any of them, like is she’s friends with any of the other teens? Did Eli and demetri drag other people into their drama, was demetri very obviously trying to avoid Eli, messing up the assumed plane seating arrangements? Was Robby brooding over his missing girlfriend and her dead mom the whole time? Were Daniel and Johnny still beefing or do we think they tried to save face for the kids? Is there any chance that Miguel and Sam were able to just have a nice time hanging out with each other on the flight or did they get dragged into everyone else’s drama? I’m so obsessed with the logistics of the Barcelona trip, not to mention the flight is like 11 hours long if it’s non-stop. it sounds like the trip from hell

[adustoflove]

I always think well if I dated a man, I wouldn't feel as insane. I wouldn't feel so awful or jealous. And then I remember why I came to the conclusion that I'm a lesbian. I just wouldn't care if it were a man. I just can't bring myself to care about men like that 😔😩😭

[skitskatdacat63]

He is so 🤏

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[evansbby]

my opinion on the Blake lively situation

[crimeronan]

man, your one-shot is still on my mind and for a moment I thought that Hunter Angst comic you reblogged w/"I just miss him so much" and Luz staring into the void while he leans on her was about the whole "Hunter having complicated, involuntary grief for Belos and deeply needing to talk about it but feeling too ashamed to open up" thing instead of like. Flapjack. this is what you've done to my knee-jerk understanding of TOH!!! (/pos)

help i'm dying. i connected the flapjack thing immediately but as i was reblogging it i TOO had a moment of "i know it isn't and wouldn't be. but MAN it would suck for everyone involved if these feelings were about belos."

[goldkirk]

I would love to understand why my brain and body are desperate to not shower in the safety of my own home but perked up at the offer to go shower at the gym that’s full of people I don’t know and men who could pin me and locker rooms with open doorways and less control over cleanliness than I can get in my own apartment. Something something the years of swim practice and swim meet locker room showers being safe I guess?

[nightlilly0110]

I’m reading as many Shuake fics as I can (the brain worms are consuming me) and as much as I love the fact that people write Akechi with the “I thought I would be happy when I killed him but the second I did it I felt sad??? Empty??? I also threw up as I left the interrogation room???” complete 180 of emotions he could have in that instant, I feel deep within my heart that he went home after that, decided to open a bottle of expensive alcohol a coworker gave him (why they thought that was a good idea he doesn’t know) to celebrate and doesn’t realize how much he fucked up until he’s piss drunk and does something silly and his drunk ass brain goes “hehe joker would find that funny” and starts having a mental breakdown while crying on the floor of his bathroom.

[ratatatastic]

do you write fic on ao3?

unfortunately for everyone involved i do!

[colinfeatherington]

I haven’t seen any posts about this but poor baby pen using whistledown to write about women who were spinsters and still got married and made good matches to try and give herself a little bit of a chance

[kashilascorner]

Oh ok. I get now why a lot of people didn't vibe with the ending.

All and all: excellent manga, overall very good final act, too rushed final 2-3 chapters but weak and honestly mediocre epilogue, which makes the high of the ending kind of leave a bitter taste. I think Noda had a good steed and suddenly he had to finish and had to rush all. So the ending in the sense of the final arc was good but the ending proper (final couple chapters) + epilogue......... Not so much

[sappy-detective]

the more i think about the whole creepypasta fandom. was, to me at least, my favorite part of it was imagining the found family dynamic of the slender masion more then the Y/N part of it. makes it even weirder to look at when i would wish slenderman would take me from my shitty family and incorporate me into some imagery found family

[jakemyboy]

Nice foggy morning walk. Walking by the house with the overgrown weeds and the crabapple tree branches arching over the sidewalk.

[wildharesandboundteeth]

Don't know if I've gushed about this here yet but I will gush about again!!!

I love how loving the gods have 'tricked' me into loving parts of myself I have forsaken. I could never claim to be as cunning or witty as Lord Hermes or let alone as ferocious and driven as Lord Ares- BUT I still see traits of them in myself.

How can I take my silver tongue for granted if Lord Hermes so graciously gifted it to me?

How could I look down on what others deem to be 'bad emotions' if it's what helps Lord Ares win the war?

It's been a long journey and it's going to be a longer one still to love myself fully but I think I'm starting to truly love the journey and not just tolerate it for the sake of surviving.