#shaking in my boots lmao

[seasideoranges]

it really is such a shame that so many shows are cancelled after one season if they don’t immediately pull a stranger things and become a world wide phenomenon.

i started thinking about this after finding out that atla was considered “default cancelled” after s2 because the season didn’t pull in enough ratings and all writers were laid off, and the team had to start campaigning for the show to be given its third and final season. which looking back on now, is really wild considering that s2 is arguably the most beloved season amongst fans.

you can also find similar stories with other shows like breaking bad. most popular shows we know and love didn’t become famous overnight, it took time.

[whoskimii]

it is CANON Gojo is a DOM.

gege has confirmed he has a god complex plus he’s so cocky.

not on my watch pookie, go cry about it somewhere else :3 and next time, don't be shy, don't hide your account, baby <3 i don't bite !

[le-trash-prince]

If I trust what gtranslate told me I’ll lose my fucking mind so I am just going to ignore the way it said that Garfield said I Don’t Know Why He Likes to Undress in Front of Me because what am i meant to do with that

*edit* oh he really did just fucking say that

(x)

[daughterofsarenrae]

Aah! Eek!

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Love spending two hours with enthusiastic interns being like "yesssss talk systemic institutional violence patterns in our catchment" so they can learn more about dissent amd disruption in the mental health care field as a tactic for patient advocacy. Loved watching my interns light up at the idea that they get to actively antogonize the system and not only do I have their back but I'm actively troubleshooting their strategy with them based on anarchist principles of system destabilization.

[chuuyascumsock]

I redesigned my Bsd Insert :] (I got tired of the blue theme lol) can’t wait to skip and frolic around in the flower fields after drawing her with my pookies 😋

[ddelline]

wip wednesday (feat fresh fandom f*ckery)

blurb | "non-jjk wip posting? on the ddelline/aosc dash? straight to jail" - whoever reads this blog for jjk fic only, probably. sry if you are!!! I promise this =/= abandoning ship, I'm just dillying, dallying, dabbling. in mha. and bkdk. next to jjk that's where I've ended up putting my most obsessive behavior in the past few months; dipped my toe into the manga and emerged 4 months later as an unapologetic bakugō katsuki defender w early onset of bkdk brainrot. now if that interests you, there's wip fic to be had under the cut! if it doesn't, then rest assured that there'll be wip updates a-comin for 3 jjk projects in the near future, lol

premise | post-canon, pro hero setting; slow burn-ish getting together-premise; bkdk as roommates & established wonder duo-partners feat pro hero!shenanigans, sudden emotional realizations, domesticity, action, mixed media & more - also me attempting 2 write lighter, snarkier & dramedy-adjacent. evaluation pending, lmao. either way, wip writing under the cutttt

The sort of monumental, life-altering understanding that Katsuki’s experiencing, sadly, hadn’t hit him like a battering ram of iridescent, incandescent realization, topped off with cartoon hearts and biblical choirs, or whatever. The march towards death had begun with the most inane fucking single step, and here he is, feeling like an idiot, and feeling, like an idiot, every other hour since then. 

Katsuki knows he’s not the most emotionally intelligent person on the block, and he knows that he’s hitting new and consistent deduction-lows when it comes to him-and-Izuku each and every day now. Still, if there’s the possibility of getting a refund on your personal emotional breakthroughs—he’d like one.

He’s ducking beneath hastily drawn police tape, sweat sticky and sooty, hours later, making a beeline towards where the concrete dust-matte green cap of Izuku’s head centers a cluster of reporters. They’ve caught him halfway to where a team of EMTs are waiting, long suffering, to attend to him. Katsuki resists the urge to facepalm.

“—stically, how would you analyze this recent string of public showdowns that you’ve had to deal with? Do you make anything of the increased number of hostile villain encounters you’ve had in the past weeks?”

Izuku scratches his scalp, upsetting a few errant curls. “Y’know, I wouldn’t think much of them, in the sense you’re probably thinking of them. It’s true there have been a few major ‘public showdowns’, as you say,” God bless him (curse him, actually) but he actually makes double quotations to go along. “There’s a common denominator here, what you’re talking about—it’s the arrests you’ve featured on the evening segment a few times. Right?”

Izuku’s suit is torn: a jagged ugly line bisects his hero garb and compression sleeve from mid-tricep to mid-forearm. It’s displaying an ugly gash frothing with blood. As the clump of broadcast-vultures chuckle in tandem he continues—seemingly ignorant of his injury and Katsuki’s impending arrival both—gesticulating animatedly, “Any hostile confrontations we experience whilst on patrol would technically categorize as ‘public showdowns’, but we’ve had—oh, Kacch—Dynamight!”

It’s a scene like any other, on a kind of-interchangeable end of patrol-day: they’ve just squashed an armed robbery-slash-hostage situation, had half a block rupture beneath them during the ensuing chase (neither of them are at fault, Katsuki’ll have their insurance carrier know) and are now stuck doing the obligatory clean-up-and-press-junket half hour. Izuku’s elbow is bleeding something fierce whilst he’s talking to reporters; he’s clasping both palms and twining his fingers, untwines them and raises both arms to gesticulate; lowers his hands and re-clasps his palms—all as he does when he’s faced with press and has to talk ad hoc for extended periods of time.

None of this is particularly out of the ordinary; despite it or in spite of, Katsuki doesn’t know—the amalgamation of the above turns out to be why, when three mic’d up reporters make a narrow path into the cluster for Katsuki to enter into the throng, his first instinct, his knee-jerk reaction, is to be angry.

Izuku clasps his far shoulder. Katsuki shrugs his hand off and ducks near his ear. “You’re injured.”

“Huh? I’m not?” says Izuku quizzically. He looks around and about himself. Katsuki clocks the second he notices his own elbow: the spasm of a lone muscle in his cheek, the embarrassed grit of his jaw—the if you squeal in front of the press you die-look he spears Katsuki with before turning back to the pack. 

Izuku continues, bleeding but thoughtful: “What was I saying? Oh, yeah—I couldn’t talk about the ‘public showdowns’, as you say, without mentioning that any and all hostile confrontations we face on patrol belong to the same statistic. Really, they’re the same as they’ve always been—I wouldn’t say anything’s decreased or increased since a few years. Right?” He squares Katsuki with an inquisitive look.

Katsuki fights the urge to bare his teeth; he sucks down a deep breath, counts to five, and indulges his vulture-friendly maniac of a hero partner. “Because I’m not fucking lame I’m not gonna echo Pinky and say: ‘Another day, another slay.’” A few errant chuckles from the crowd; yeah, Katsuki’s a fucking comedian. “With that said, yeah, what Deku said—I dunno who was on site two days ago, DHN? JNN? JHT? I see all of you nodding, whatever; doesn’t matter—you’re drawing conjecture based on what you see. Shit happens when you’re not here, too.” Katsuki eyeballs the keeper of the JHT mic. “That doesn’t mean shit is happening. Not sure what the point of this is, but not everything’s a damn story—so I’m gonna take Hero Deku—” Katsuki snags Izuku by the collar, “—and go somewhere not where you lot are. He’s bleeding and you’re not. That’s not the end of the world either, in case that’s the doomsday headline you wanna draw up. That’s all. Scatter, fuckers!”

Izuku pouts when Katsuki drags him backwards through the clamoring throng of reporters. “We could’ve done a few more questions.”

Katsuki thinks: I knew I was fine dying for this asshole years ago.

Katsuki says: “We could’ve. We aren’t, though. Fuckface, you’re bleeding everywhere.”

Izuku glances down at himself. “It’s not that bad.”

“No? Tell that to the medteam, who’ll be the ones to explain to the public why unfortunately, due to erroneous judgment on the patient’s part, Pro Hero Deku lost mobility in his left arm a scant four years into his illustrious Symbol of Hope-era.” Katsuki squares him with a thin glare. “Also—tell that to your mom, who wants to put you on a direct flight to an isolated Siberian bunker where you can’t hurt yourself—she’s got a point.”

Izuku eyeballs him. “Kacchan,” he intones, “You’re overly dramatic sometimes.”

“Izuku,” Katsuki mocks, “You’re overly self-sacrificial all the time. Shut up and go see the EMTs.”

The march towards death had begun with the most inane fucking single step, and here he is, feeling, like an idiot, thinking: I knew I was fine dying for this asshole before I knew I was in dumb fucking love with him.

Well, go figure.

[tetzoro]

AAAAAAA OMG NO BUT A WIND DEVIL FRUIT IS SO COOL?? you and ace would be so good together fr like,,, imagine yall making a fire tornado OH GOD it would be so amazing to see (is it terrifying? yes but also super cool for ur allies LMAO)

ive always been a fire guy (im obsessed with pyro charas on genshin and literally go wild over fire powers), so imagine my sadness when i realized that the mera mera no mi was with perfect ppl SOB i just took it upon myself to give one of my s/i the goro goro no mi (enel's fruit) ♡♡ like idkkkk!!! the lightning powers are so cool and so destructive its prolly the closest thing to the brute force of fire that i can get!!!

FIRE TORNADOES ! ! omg it’s like ur in my head teehee i did write out a lil scene of us doing a fire tornado vibe ! i inserted it into ace’s entrance to the crew in alabasta when he destroyed those ships and the strawhats were like 🕴🏼 so instead of him, it was us and we made a very good impression 🙂‍↕️ (winks at zoro)

NAUUR CRYING ! ! the mera mera fruit is just so cool sob ;( BUT ENELS FRUIT HELLO THATS SO BADASS. anything with lightning and im sat, it’s one of my faves hehe your devil fruit power is so amazing & it’s a million times better with you than stinky enel ! <3

[bat-luun]

why is elias forcing martin to record statements leave my guy alone!!!!!!! get a job!!!!!!!

[dandyshucks]

i love daydream scenarios a lot but theres something special to imagining them right there with you in the present moment that makes my heart jump a little bit

[delicatepoets]

BESTIES!!!! wish me luck pls! omg im so nervous in my car lmao

[gentlenotes-moved]

oh wait I'm cold

[jackstheprinceofhearts]

Oh my god 😭😭😭 I meant to write ‘Now I’m scared’ regarding Stephanie’s post..wtf is wrong with my typing 😭 I’m sorry for the confusion 😅

LMAOO I THOUGHT SOMEONE WAS JUST PUTTING WEIRD SHIT IN MY ASKS AND I WAS WONDERING IF IT WAS A TYPO 😭😭😭

but yeah i'm scared too 😭😭 sweetingseva pointed out on the discord server that she said she's near the end of the draft....so that means that she's destroying lives AT THE END 🧍‍♀️ WHICH IS WORSE 😨😨😨

[magic-biscuit]

I keep seeing people mention this as a possibility and im over here like please dont

(I know that also means the possibility of getting a free one through getting the game itself but id rather not throw over 500 orbs at a banner that has no guaranteed copy.)

[psychicpinenut]

just came up with a great premise for a horror film. it's about a guy who does the death register for dead soldiers during world war I and helps to take the bodies back home by train. then shenanigans ensue.

[thermodynamic-comedian]

do people that say "if you block me, that means i'm right" ever realize that the only purpose their glorified school yard taunt serves is making them feel validated and victorious no matter how their opposition responds. and do they then feel that true euphoria when i do block them, i wonder.