#she’s so painfully underrated

[fishyupmywishy]

I love evil women so much

[gruesome-beauty]

woke up with julien baker’s badlands cover stuck in my head 💜 (x)

[ruby-red-inky-blue]

I can help. I can show you how to trick the machine.

The Americans: Arpanet (2.07)

[harryforguccy]

omg Victoria Monet got Lucky Daye and Earth, Wind &Fire feature on her upcoming album!!!

[infizero]

^ guy who is close to tears thinking about simon and betty

[basketonthedoorstepofthefbi]

Hello!!! I have a request if that’s okay with you. 💕

Would you maybe write a Spencer x quiet!reader? Where she doesn’t have the courage to talk to him because she’s too shy?

I don’t really have a plot in mind so that’s up to you!! I’m sorry I couldn’t come up with any ideas but hopefully it lets you write whatever you want. Thank you for taking the time to read this. And I read your other stories, you’re so underrated and amazing I love your wording when you write. 🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hi Mary!! Thank you so much for your kind words c:

I did my best c: I hope you like it!

Round Table (Spencer Reid x shy!gn!reader)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x shy!gn!reader (if not gn please let me know, but I'm fairly certain it is!)

Word Count: 1538

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, but besides that none?

A/N: this was so fun c: i am really enjoying challenging myself with your guys' requests. hope you enjoy!!

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You were an incredibly anxious person, which, honestly, was okay. You tried not to let your anxiety hinder your life too much, but like any other human being, sometimes it got in the way. It was frustrating, sure, knowing that a situation would be so much easier if you weren’t so anxious about it, but you reminded yourself often that you weren’t perfect, and neither was anyone else. 

Some people were afraid of heights, of the ocean, of needles. Some people had trouble going out into crowds or grew overstimulated in public places. 

You? You were painfully shy. There was always an adjustment period to being around new people.

Baristas, the bus driver, pharmacy techs, cashiers at the grocery store - you did just fine. But those were one-time interactions, brief discussions that you could compartmentalize. 

They came with a script to follow, with cue cards already queued up in your head as they occurred. You could put on an emotional mask for five minutes while the nurse at the clinic gave you a flu shot. You could smile and speak in your special voice labeled Getting Coffee, an octave higher than you usually spoke, in order to acquire your much-needed beverage. There was a clear goal in mind with each of these dialogues. Sure, you didn’t present as the most confident person in the world, but you always made it through conversations like these without stumbling over your words or being too terribly awkward.  

You didn’t succeed as much with deeper connections, with ones that took time to cultivate. You were a guarded person to begin with, with only a handful of people you felt truly close to. Vulnerability had always been difficult for you, but you supposed you were in the majority on that front. It took a while to become comfortable around coworkers, extended family, hell, even your therapist. You had to have time to adjust, to settle in. 

A lot of people in your life thought you were just socially awkward or even an agoraphobe, but you didn’t mind being around people. It was the intimacy, the connection, the having to give away little pieces of yourself, that made you anxious. It kept you from participating in conversations most of the time, usually only speaking unless spoken to. 

You liked your job as a linguistics and handwriting analyst in the FBI for that very reason. You didn’t have to say much  to people unless it was related to a case. With a clear goal in mind, a threat to neutralize, you could turn on that mechanical part of your brain that spouted off facts, information, theories. You didn’t have to tell anyone about your weekend, about your hopes and dreams or your favorite foods. 

You were consulting on a case for the Behavioral Analysis Unit - a serial killer who stalked his victims months before their murders, sending handwritten letters and using poetry to taunt them. Your supervisor had asked you to collaborate with the BAU, sending you to the sixth floor on your own. 

For the last two days, you’d been working closely with Dr. Spencer Reid - Spencer, he insisted you call him. Just a couple of years older than you, but still very young for his role in the FBI. He was friendly,  and very smart, and he rambled on about all kinds of things - 

Everything, actually. The Chinese food you’d had for lunch on the first day? He explained the origin of fortune cookies. Did you know their first appearance in the US was in San Francisco in the late 1800s? 

Pointing out a Dickinson line in one of the UnSub’s letters? Did you know only ten of Emily Dickinson’s poems were actually published when she was alive and the rest were posthumous? 

You often just nodded along and smiled, occasionally throwing in an oh, that’s very interesting to appear as an active listener. And you were an active listener. You did genuinely think he was interesting, and you found his info dumps to be incredibly endearing. But your contributions to the conversation were abysmal in comparison.

Beyond discussing patterns in the UnSub’s letters and what it might mean for each victim, you had no other fascinating information to share. You didn’t do well with small talk, and Spencer didn’t ask you any overtly personal questions. 

It wasn’t until close to the end of the second day spent in the conference room of the BAU’s office that Spencer asked you a direct question about yourself. 

There were three evidence boards set up, all full of scanned copies of the letters, each one pinned up meticulously by you and Spencer the day before. The large round table in the room had letters stacked out all around it, each one bagged in protective plastic. 

Spencer was standing in front of the evidence boards with his arms crossed over his chest, studying the photocopies with his head inclined to the side. 

He broke the silence you had been slowly settling into the past two days. “Your supervisor said you had a specialization in poetry?” 

You nodded, stepping over to the table and carefully lifting one of the letters up. You liked how he spoke as if you two were in the middle of a conversation, when in fact, it had been totally silent for the past half an hour, save for the soft puttering of the air conditioning vent.

“Studied a lot in undergrad,” you squeaked out, clearing your throat as you held the letter up the fluorescent light above you to examine the stationary. 

“What university did you attend?” Spencer asked, and you turned your head to find him inclining his head to the side. He actually wanted to know? 

“I went to Bennington College to study poetry,” you said softly, suddenly finding it difficult to focus on the letter in your hand. “But I went to graduate school at Georgetown. Master’s in Linguistics.” 

“Really? That’s fascinating,” Spencer commented, which caught you by surprise, especially because he didn’t sound the least bit sarcastic. “That combination of degrees is exceedingly rare. Generally people who major in poetry often either go on to complete as far up as a doctorate in the subject or  they stop at a Bachelor’s degree. The latter statistically don’t end up working in a field related to poetry, either, so their degree is basically useless.” 

You weren’t sure if you were supposed to be offended by that, so instead you just nodded your head politely. “Okay,” you murmured, biting your lip. 

“Can I ask you another question?” Spencer asked, and set the letter in your hand down on the table. You smoothed your hands over the fabric of your shirt and nodded. “Do I… do I make you uncomfortable?” 

You shook your head. “No,” you said assuredly, and then, a little more hesitantly, “…why would you ask me that?” 

Spencer turned to face you. “You’re just very quiet unless we’re discussing the case. Which is fine, of course, but I just… I don’t know. I thought maybe you were annoyed by me or I said something to offend you.” 

You felt guilt spread over you and your cheeks turned pink. The last thing you’d wanted was to make anyone feel bad who didn’t deserve it. And the very kind, helpful, and adorable Dr. Spencer Reid was the furthest from deserving to feel bad. 

 “I just don’t talk a lot,” you tried to explain. Your hand rubbed the spot where the top of your chest met the skin of your neck, an anxious habit you’d had for years. “I mean, I do with people I know, and that’s not to say I dominate the conversation by any means, but I just…” you realized you were rambling. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” you added, your voice just above a whisper. 

“Thank you,” Spencer’s lips flickered into a straight-lined smile, one you had seen several times over the past few days, often when unintentional eye contact was made across the table. “For clarifying, I mean, that I didn’t offend you.” He cleared his throat, and leaned against the round table, standing just a few feet from you. Still a very professional and comfortable distance, but closer than he had been before. “So, does that mean that if we got to know each other, you’d talk more?” The corners of his lips spread out and his smile grew. 

You tore your eyes away from his to look at the letter in your hand, the protective plastic around it crinkling between your fingers. You weren’t actually looking at the letter, though. You’d just needed somewhere - anywhere - else to look. “That’s generally how it goes,” you murmured, biting your lip. 

“So, if I were to, for example, ask you to meet me for dinner sometime, could the getting to know each other happen there?” 

Your eyes fluttered over to Spencer’s and you saw him smiling. You could tell by how he looked at you, with his head inclined just slightly to the side, that he was being fully serious. You nodded, unable to control the small smile on your face. 

Spencer grinned, and you could tell he couldn’t resist when he spoke again. “So, is that a yes?” 

[w0ndrlvst]

if you're riding the high from parkourciv and are interested in more cool minecraft webseries then OH BOY do i have some to show you!

Whitepine!!!

Period piece drama/mystery about a newly appointed maid, Ivory, as she learns to serve a rich family.

It's not at all "minecrafty" which i think makes it super accessible for people who LOVEEE movies but cannot stand the clickbaity vineboomy vibes of other minecraft rps. if you were a dsmp fan you're gonna fuck with this HARDDD.

This is a SLOW BURN but shit gets tense real quick if ur patient.

Beautiful editing and shot composition, some of the best cinematography ever. Gorgeous color grading too!!!

Interesting and incredibly likable main character, I think Ivory's timid demeanor will be relatable to a lot of people.

The writing is really sophisticated and it genuinely feels like ur watching like a regular period drama at some points which again i love because it doesn't feel 'minecrafty.'

If ur familiar with mcyt then ur def gonna recognize like almost all of the cameos lololol

I don't see as much hype for Whitepine outside of certain circles and its painfully underrated!! please please please check it out!!!

Andrewgaming67

HEAVY content warning: this is a series that discusses topics involving suicide and related subjects. tread with caution!!!

If you frequent creepypasta/internet horror spaces then this is def a name you recognize

Horror series where we follow Andrew explore his old Minecraft worlds, discusses his internet friend Chris, and discovers lingering supernatural entities that haunt these old worlds.

I particularly like how Andrew is written, he feels very grounded and his reactions don't feel over-dramatic.

Theres a few scares that are a little bit jumpy, but most of the them are atmospheric, "blink or you'll miss it" kind of vibes. Any sound effects that accompany the jumpscares are (from my knowledge) natural minecraft noises which makes them less cheap imo.

It gets like...genuinely really sentimental? Idk how else to describe it the story just hits a lot of really touching emotional beats and it took me by surprise. theres some genuinely gut wrenching scenes.

Out of all the internet horror that i've seen using minecraft Andrewgaming is hands down my favorite. So so so much fun to follow and get spooked by and lots of stuff literary stuff to analyze if ur a nerd like that (<- me).

If you happen to have any other series u wanna reccomend you are more than welcome to!!!!

[impactrueno]

yes, the Maitlands are very underrated!!! Since you mentioned asks get buried, may I ask... have you ever thought about the movie Maitlands meeting the musical Maitlands?

i get this question a lot (same with the other deetzes) but i gotta say i....can't think of anything particularly interesting or funny for any of them

movie maitlands are a lot more subdued than musical maitlands. in the movie they're just a normal, kind couple who loved each other a lot and tragically were unable to form a family of their own (it's heavily implied that barbara can't have children)

in the musical, their blandness is exaggerated to a comedic degree, they're painfully white and corny, and it does seem like they could've had kids if they had made up their mind about it before they died.

movie barbara would probably be a little annoyed by musical maitlands but movie adam would probably be more curious about them. he's a very kind and very simple guy, so he'd have no issue getting along with them.

as for the deetzes hmmmm

cartoon delia finds everything delightful so she's gonna have fun no matter what. movie delia would probably recoil at musical delia since the life coaching stuff would remind her of rory a bit. movie delia is also a HUGE snob, she would scoff and complain dramatically at the way these other two delias are, and insist that she's nothing like those airheads (she totally is. she's just pretentious lol)

charlessesssess......this is hard because i never liked charles LMAO even before i learned about the jeffrey jones stuff, movie charles was probably my least favorite. and then there's musical charles, who is strikingly different from the other two. musical charles carries himself with enough importance that it'd probably catch movie delia's attention...

cartoon charles just wants to get the hell out of there. free him

[duskoon]

Yandere!Toru x Reader (General Headcanon):

A/n: It ain't a request, but oh god I simp for this man so hard. He is my personal favorite Jojo villain so far, closely followed by Pucci then Valentine. It's shame he is overhated and underrated, so I'll give him the love that he deserves. Rejoice Toru lovers, I got your backs. Also, Jojolion is severely underrated and deserve some love. First Jojo post, let’s go.

Tw: Afab!reader, Jojolion Spoilers, Canon Divergence, Yandere themes, Obsessive/Possessive behaviours, Toxic relationship (Somewhat of a parasitic relationship), Co-dependancy, Stalking (Classic Toru behavior right here), Abandonment issues, Implied murder, Manipulation, Creepy undertones, Age difference (Reader is 25+ and Toru is canonically 87+, rock humans can live up to 120 and age very slowly in comparison to carbon-based humans), Interspecies relationship, Abuse of Authority, Medical malpractice (illegal usage of sedatives), WoU.

Note: Text = “Purple” = Wonder of U speaking.

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ [Now playing: The Scientist] 𝟙:𝟘𝟙 ─────|───── 𝟝:𝟙𝟘 ↻ ◁ 𝕀𝕀 ▷ ↺ 𝕍𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕞𝕖: ■■■■■□□□ ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯

❦ “Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions..” The lyrics were blaring loudly through his earbuds, as Toru hummed along with it. In the reverie he was engrossed in, he accidentally collided onto someone. Consequently, dropping his phone in the process.

❦ Before the phone could clash with the ground and break, however, a gentle hand took hold of it and rose up to pass the device to him.

❦ “My apologies, sir. I was in a bit of hurry, you see. Please... Find it in your heart to forgive me.”

❦ Soft, yet a kind slant in the stranger’s voice snapped him from his previous stupor. As his mauvish-crimson irises wandered to meet her (e/c) ones before taking his earbuds off.

❦ “A-Ah. You don't need to apologize, miss. If anything, it's me who should apologize. I must thank you for your trouble, though.”

❦ Toru spoke with an alluring tilt in his tone, almost too charming if it weren't for the hollow eyes of his. He was the master of both guises and words. Like a jester that wore multiple masks to appease his audience.

❦ He had lived amongst organic humans for so long. Observing and adapting to their behaviors accordingly. Integrating in, yet never fully becoming one of them.

❦ He could truly never become fully human, Toru was painfully aware of that, even if he wished to be one. It's pointless to pursue such unattainable endeavour, especially if it goes against his inherent nature.

❦ The only way for him, as he thoroughly believes, to be as close to one is by accomplishing something grand. That way he’ll leave his mark permanently. That way he won't be forgotten, nor will his existence amount to nothing.

❦ Looking at the lady, he could see her wearing a navy blue medical scrub and a familiar lab coat. Is she a doctor in TG University Hospital? If so, how come he wasn't notified? He knew everyone there, aside from her. Perhaps a new hire? His curiosity has been piqued.

❦ “How intriguing…” The dark haired man thought to himself, as he shoved both his phone and earbuds into his yellow pant’s pockets. Toru chose to follow behind her. Not too far that he loses her out of his peripheral sight, but not near enough that it alarms her of his presence.

❦ In his eyes, it wasn't stalking at all but rather an observation to be made. After all for the majority of his long isolated life, he has been detached due to his “unique” circumstances.

❦ There’s something that allured him to her, was it perhaps the working of her stand? Was it fate itself? He wants to—no, must know. Yusaho was a means to an end for him, albeit you—for some odd reason—had managed to tug at his rocky heart.

~~~

❦ Due to his nature as a Rock Human… I personally believe Toru would take a long time, before he even realises his affections toward his darling is genuine and not born out of ulterior motives. Unlike, what had transpired between him and Yasuho in the past.

❦ Maybe it was your indiscriminate kindness that had enticed his voracious attention, especially since it was out of good heart, just like how a Venus flytrap secretes a sweet nectar to ensnare an unknowing prey into it’s grasp.

❦ Or by some sheer luck, he had somehow managed to flee the Higashikata’s before they could finish him off. His life was on a single thread ready to fall at any moment, if it weren't for your intervention.

❦ Perhaps you were a miracle worker of some sort that could cure the rock disease; That he had sustained from the equivalent exchange with the Higashikata’s youngest child, or you have a stand that could heal it? It doesn't matter the reason, he doesn't understand why… But he feels indebted to you.

❦ “Urgh.. Hah.. Thank you.. Thank you for saving me..” Toru muttered weakly, looking deeply into your beautiful eyes as you carefully stitched his wounds close to prevent external bleeding. It was beautiful to him. Just like the sheen of rainbow after a long storm. The eyes of his saviour. If you weren't, then one of Wonder of U endless calamities would have already stroke you.

❦ “Shhhh.. Rest your mind, I'll take care of you.. Don't stress yourself. By heavens… what… to… you?” You replied back softly, carrying the injured oddly dressed stranger to your home. Your mellifluous voice—in spite of cutting off—soothed his fears, as he closed his eyes. No longer dreading what Toru thought was his near death, because the dark haired man knows he’ll come back just fine. Your words and actions remained etched into his mind.

❦ One thing for sure… Once Toru comes into terms with his feelings, things will roll so fast and unbeknownst to you. You’ll suddenly feel scrutinizing eyes following you everywhere—whether be it his own (most likely), one of his cohorts, or even his own stand under a guise of a close relative—most likely an older man—of your own. It's not like he had a hand in said relative’s death who may or may not figured what he is up to, it was merely an… accident.

❦ Toru is extremely obsessive, as he is attentive to his darling’s habits and needs and personal preferences to a tee. From knowing ordinary things like their favorite genre of music, videogames, flowers, to their favorite food, and all the way to their medical records (Ex: If his darling’s family—by extension his darling— had a record of a hereditary diseases he’d know, to monitoring their menstrual cycle, his darling’s exact blood pressure and whatnot, and etc..) and other personal information.

❦ Whatever information regarding his darling he will covet it like a greedy dragon that preserve it’s treasures, whether through his status as a head doctor in the hospital or/and as the leader of Locacaca Organization. No one would ever suspect him of doing that, and if they do… Well.. It's a shame that they’ll met a misfortune end, eh?

❦ “Don't worry, sunflower. I will protect you, provide for you, and alleviate any kind pain you have. What kind of lover would I be, if I can't do all of that? There is absolutely nothing that I won't do to guarantee your safety and happiness except if it meant you're going to abandon/replace me. You're my first priority!”

❦ Paired with his obsessiveness, is his manipulative and sly nature. Don't let his playful and laid-back nature fool you. What lurks under his unassuming mask, is a dark and selfish urge to obtain you all for himself. Cut you off from the greedy world, only for his eyes to relish and keep.

❦ With his forbidden knowledge of his darling intricacies and inner secrets, the rock human will emulate whatever you like and would condemn what you hate. However, he is smart enough to share something of his own interests lest you suspect him.

❦ “Toru-san, It’s nice to see you again here! But, why are you here? Aren't you busy at the moment?” You asked; Voice soft, sweet, and innocent unaware of the “young” doctor’s true intentions. You were about to leave your office to head back to your home, but Toru’s sudden appearance has halted you. It's quite surprising that he precisely knew where you had worked, let alone the exact time your shift ended. Must be a coincidence, or is it?

❦ Your ardor and charity was one of a kind. Toru couldn't help but yearn for it, yet he only desires it for him and himself only. It irritates him when you share it with others, but he hides such distaste beneath a veneer of charisma.

❦ After all, he doesn't want you to be scared of him. He wants you to come to him out of your own will, and vie for him like he does to you. He is a patient man, after all. Whatever competitor/s he has for your heart are already taken care off with utter apathy toward their untimely demise.

❦ “I just finished my shift, sunflower.. I came here to ask you.. If you would like to accompany me to the theatre? I heard they'll be playing some of Tchaikovsky works, and I thought about inviting you along since you're a big fan of his works…” The young man offered, seeing your eye light up in excitement and brought a smile onto his unblemished face.

❦ “Really?!” You exclaimed elated, before deflating as you remember your current situation.

❦ “I uh.. really want to, but I… can't go.. Well.. I have a low budget at the moment… hahaha..” You continued shyly, yet that didn't stop the charming man from pointing his pointer finger ontop of your delicate lips almost to shush you in a teasing manner.

❦ “Don’t worry, If money is your concern… Then I can just cover for you! A diligent employee like you deserve a break from work. After all, stress is the greatest killer. Let me relieve some of your burden!” Toru muttered offering his right hand for you to take, while his left pointer finger is still caressing your lips.

❦ “Bu—” Before you could argue back, the dark haired man interrupted you with a playful smirk. “It is no trouble at all, sunflower.. You do not need to repay me with anything. Your presence is more than enough for me.”

❦ He is very lucid about his unhealthy obsession. Instead of rejecting it, however, he wholeheartedly accepts it. Due to his nature, he sees it as normal. Wouldn't you like to be pampered and loved like a pet?

❦ Toru is affectionate, and a tad bit physically clingy. Nothing too alarming at hindsight. Do you blame him? He had been so alone for so long without any connections, and whoever came after him succumbs to his stand’s lethal ability spurring his loneliness even further.

❦ All except you for some reason. Was it your stand that is protecting you? It doesn’t matter. He had a taste of you, and he won’t let you go. Toru refuses to go back to the agonizingly meaningless existence that he had before meeting you.

❦ What triggers him so quickly is the idea of his darling forgetting, rejecting or/and replacing him. It is his primal fear above anything else. You are the only person, who made him think of someone else besides himself.

❦ It’s enough he was rejected once due to his youthful appearance, he won't let that happen again especially with you. He had already latched onto you.

❦ “Ahahah.. Sunflower.. Please don't leave me.. I'll be good.. I'll be what you want me to be.. Just please, I beg you, don't leave me.” Toru dropped on his knees, with his two hands clutching yours tightly in a desperate manner.

❦ To an untrained eyes, you might be in the wrong for breaking this poor man’s heart. Yet, you knew better than anyone how dangerous this man was. How his obsession run deeper than still water. Or in this case, endless stream of blood and death.

❦ If only you knew back then, saving him would lead him to slaughter anyone who came close to you. All in the name of protecting and loving you.. How delusional.. Love begets altruism, not selfishness. Though, you doubt he could comprehend that.. Left completely in the dark about his inhuman nature.

❦ You’d have let him to crumble like dust, but it was far too late for that now. As he brought your hands, to where his heart supposed to be.

❦ It is often said that human response to danger was flight or fight, yet there was a third option that is often forgotten about. Freeze.

❦ Taking advantage of his beloved’s shock, he swiftly administered a sedative into her body. Slowly watching her body fall limp. Before your head could reach the concrete, he held you close to his chest.

❦ “Tell you I'm sorry. You don't know how lovely you are…” The rock human muttered softly, carrying your unconscious body to his “home” that he had bought for you. Away from civilization, just the two of you living together forevermore. The notion that you're dependant on him for everything, puts a smile on his face. He wants to be your world, just like you are to him.

❦ Escaping him is pointless, since the rock human has his connections everywhere. That, and his obsession for you had gone so far, that even his stand has inhibited some of it.

❦ Whenever Toru goes in his habitual sleep cycle like most rock humans do, Wonder of U most likely is keeping watch over you. It's very apparent since disasters and freak accidents follow you like a moth to a flame. It may not harm you directly, but the guilt that eats your mind for being the indirect cause of the bystander’s death will prevent you from trying again.

❦ “I must commend you! Not only were you clever to discover a way through my abilites, yet found a way to run away from my user. However, it's no use fleeing from us… You will only bring calamities to innocent bystanders… You do not wish for that, would you? The moment our eyes laid on you, human, it was preordained for us to be one. It would be best for you to make amends with your fate.”

[taolaoo]

There are a lot of things that make me despise dudebros. One of them is when Abigail and Arthur's relationship becomes the object of their stupid jokes.

So, Abigail and Arthur's relationship. If you ask me, I really don't think Arthur was head over heels in love with her. Absolutely not. The way he describes her and Jack in the journal is more like grieving for what was taken from him. It's so painfully obvious that he's comparing them to Eliza and Isaac in his mind. It's not love, it's just a glimpse of a lost feeling. But even if it is love, it's not in a healthy way.

An important clarification, but I also don't think Arthur ever slept with her. How could he if he had women of his own at that time? (Eliza and Mary, we don't know for sure which one he got into a relationship with first). Arthur doesn't seem to me like a man who can sleep with someone when he's already in a relationship, you know.

Bill's words in rdr1 about Abigail sleeping with everyone sound very funny coming out of his mouth in my opinion. Because first of all, it's Bill; secondly, he's a bastard who always likes to say things to piss others off; thirdly, why do you expect me to take him seriously after he said he slept with her too? I'd rather believe in flat earth than that Abigail, strong woman that she is, would let this smelly boykisser too close to breathe next to her.

What is certain between Arthur and Abigail is trust. From the way Jack is very friendly with him and not afraid to ask for his help, you could tell that Arthur has always been there for him and Abigail, especially after John left. And that's totally understandable. Because Arthur is the only man in the camp who seems normal, kind, and good enough to look after a child. (Hosea too, I'm sure he and Arthur were that strong support for Abigail when she was having a hard time, but that's a bit beside the point right now).

Because Abigail is careful and smart, maybe she even saw something in Arthur that he didn't want to tell anybody (you always know that a man can only be gentle and caring to a child when he has one of his own). That's why they have such a strong friendship, that's why Abigail can ask Arthur to take Jack fishing without a problem.

And yeah, it may be hard for Arthur because he sees ghosts of his past around them, but he doesn't say no. Because he's kind, selflessly kind to those he cares about no matter how hard he tries to deny it.

Their friendship is so underrated, I wish for once it was talked about in terms of strong friendship and trust, not some dumb pseudo romance that doesn't exist.

[zeravmeta]

the incredibly underrated thing about junko and makotos dynamic is that junko is actually the one who's obsessed with him and makoto is just like hey man whats up. like to junko makoto is the unknown factor the one true blindspot to her in a world she understands so well that reality is boring to her she is the ultimate despair the one who ended the world on a whim and he's the other half the ultimate hope the only force truly capable of matching her knowledge with his sheer luck they are destined rivals on every front she came back from the dead just to face him again she sacrificed the remnants of her organization just to face him one more time she is so in love with him that it disgusts her monokuma is literally a bear because makoto's favorite animal is a bear and she's associated with curry (and fucking makes it out of a guy) because makoto's favorite food is curry monokuma literally flirts with makoto like 4 times throughout the killing game in a world where the talented dictate society and she is far and above the rest the literal god trapped in a human body he is the painfully normal human opponent whose the only one capable of standing up to her and and

and like makoto's strongest reaction to finding out she orchestrated the end of the world and the deaths of all his friends was to say "you're so full of... shit!" IMMEDIATELY followed by him saying that despite everything she did he didn't personally want her to die because killing is wrong. my man is too polite for his own good

[bellewintersroe]

Alton More x Nurse!Reader Smut

This man is so painfully underrated- tw - talks of penetrative sex, no protection use, handjob, oral, m receiving, reader wants to treat / punish Alton for being kinda bad (only hints of this). Aton kicks a German out his car when he realises he can he alone with reader, sorry!

“Mind giving me a lift too?” Easy’s nurse approached the side of the jeep, hanging on the door slightly as Alton’s eyes grew brighter. “I wouldn’t mind at all, jump in.” Seeing as there was already a German officer looking for a ride in the front, she climbed into the back, Alton giving her a hand in as he smirked back to her in the rear view mirror. Their attraction was undeniable, they’d shared many nights since they’d come into Austria. Alton hadn’t been able to get to her in a few days so seeing her again made him feel certain ways. The car set off as normal, he was trying to drive a little more carefully knowing she was sat in the back, getting bounced around. He oughta boot the German back into the seat and let her ride up front with him, where they could be close. But from this view- as bad as it sounded- Alton could see in his mirror each bounce of her full tits every time the car went over a jolt. The man to his right must have been questioning what the hell all the smirking was about. “Where are we actually going?” Her sweet voice rang, hanging off the back of Alton’s seat. “Uh, dropping him off at the next check point, then wherever you wanna go, baby.” She rolled her eyes at the pet name, sliding back into her seat. “Back to my bed.” She muttered, not intending it to come across the way it did. “Sounds good to me.” “Alton- not what I meant!” The two shared a giggle before she lay her palm on the seat beside her. To her confusion, her hand rested on something hard under a blanket, concealed and well, not very well hidden. She uncovered it and gasped, quickly covering it back up, her shock was concealed by the sound of the roaring engine. It was Hitler’s personal photo album, the one that had gone missing the night easy took over the eagles next. “Alton!” She exclaimed causing his eyes to flicker back up to the mirror, positioning it so he could see her better. “Where’d the hell you get this?!” She asked, brows furrowed. He knew instantly what she saw. “Where d’ya think?” He cleared his throat, positioning his mirror back to the road behind him. He knew the German besides him couldn’t speak English so well, but he still didn’t trust him. She giggled, shaking her head in disbelief as she hid the thing better under another box of machinery. “You’re so bad.” She commented with a devious smirk. Alton recognised the tone in her voice, and quickly switched the mirror back to see her again. She rested back against the chair, crossing her legs as she looked right back to him in the rear view mirror. “I won’t tell anyone.” She commented as he nodded along. “Good girl.” She laughed again at his praise. “Still…” she smiled, leaning up and coming to rest on the left side of him, out of sight from the German who had to mind his business by staring out the other side of the jeep. “You’re such a naughty boy.” She teased, laughing at her own words as a gentle kiss pressed to his jaw. Alton tensed, hands tightening on the steering wheel as he felt a shudder down his back at her breathy tone, tickling his ear. She laughed again, arms wrapping over his front slightly, pressing a second kiss to the tender skin of his neck. This time, Alton wanted to close his eyes, feeling the soft of her lips ghosting at his skin. “I can’t believe you’d do that.” She smirked, lying as she kissed the shell of his ear. This time, Alton felt the blood rush directly down to his cock, stiffening his back further as she glanced back to the German beside him. “Dammit.” He cursed, making a swift decision to slow the jeep to a halt. The next check point was in view, he needed to be alone with her right away. “Here, get out. There.” He pointed to the next checkpoint. The German officer thanked him submissively before quickly sliding out. Alton didn’t even give her the chance to get into the front seat before he was driving them back to a road they both could be alone.

“That was mean.” She returned to her previous position, hand trailing down to trail down his chest and abdomen. Alton simply smirked in response, feeling her hand travelling south to his crotch. He didn’t actually expect her to touch him, she’d squeezed his hardening member through his trousers, giggling at how fast his erection had grown.

She then continued to trail the outline of his cock, causing more blood to rush from his head to down below. “God…” Alton cursed, barely loud enough so she could hear. “You’re mean.” He took her hand, pushing it down against his cock in order to get some relief.

“Just focus on driving, Alton.” She nudged his hand away, watching him swallow harshly. “Just let me.” She then muttered quietly, sinking her kisses back to his neck, kissing and sucking, nipping and licking as her fingernails dragged against the tent in his pants. Alton thought he was going to explode. If he couldn’t find somewhere that was private enough he’d just fuck her there and then for everybody to see. He harshly jerked the car around a right corner, down to the edge of a woodland. Smirking, Alton felt proud to have found such a reserved place. “Mm, I want you so bad.” She hummed, just as Alton was about to stop the car. That was until he saw a certain Popeye eyeing up the vehicle in confusion. “Fuck.” Alton cursed, turning the jeep around. “Let’s just get out of here.” He muttered, pretty much to himself as he felt the zip of his pants. Taking advantage of the slow movements, she risked climbing into the front seat, Alton’s hand coming to place straight on her lap as she continued to work on his belt. She lowered herself, ready to pleasure him using her mouth, Alton froze, heart pounding as he licked his lips looking down to her. “Keep driving.” She paused, glancing up to him. He smirked, glancing over his shoulder and reversing one handed, the other coming to rest on the back of the seat.

As he did begin driving, she lowered her lips around his erection, feeling the hot, wet feeling his mouth dropped and his vision momentarily fell as his hand began stroking her hair away from her face. She didn’t take it easy, her head began bobbing and Alton found himself moaning and groaning over the sound of the engine as he erratically down the country roads into a bulldozed area of the woods. His eyes were close to rolling back and every time she would take him fully down her throat his hips but buck in sensitivity.

God, all Alton wanted to do was find a clear fucking area and fuck the life out of her. He was horny beyond believe and not thinking or seeing straight. Finally, he pulled into the hatchet surrounded by woodland and abruptly turning off the engine. Finally he could hear the giggles around his cock, the moans she made and the small gags every time she’d take him a little too far.

“Oh god.” He’d hush, collecting her hair properly and catching a better view of her sucking his cock. It was the hottest thing Alton had ever seen, at and the sight of her naked. He decided he needed that there and then so began struggling to fiddle for the buttons on her dress as she slurped up his cock. “Feels so good, baby.” He hushed stroking the back of her head as she began lifting her head up to undress. “Don’t- don’t stop.” He stammered, nudging her head back down. “God, you’re needy.” She managed to tease, giving his balls a squeeze as his mouth fell open and he stiffened further in his seat. She was careless, not caring about their surroundings, just purely focused on making him feel good.

She bobbed her head faster with the guidance of Alton’s hand whilst reaching down to unbutton her dress. Finally, she was exposed, her clothes hanging off as Alton worked on snapping her bra open. “Fuck, that’s it, that’s it- fuck…” he let out a groan, the hottest sound she’d ever heard as she took him down her throat, sucking her cheeks in against his cock.

Giving her jaw a break, she sat up, replacing her mouth with her hand as she jerked him off, Alton again stiffened and dropped his head back. “You’re a fucking Angel, fuck.” The American choked out as y/n giggled from the side enjoying seeing him so blissed out under her touch. She swirled her palm over his head as he shuddered, biting down on his sleeve. She laughed again and Alton reached out, halting her teasing movements.

“Let me taste you baby, c’mon take these off.” Alton didn’t find it so amusing, he was so horny he could’ve combusted in the driver seat of the jeep. Y/n let out a hum of a moan as he eased her back onto the seats, Alton squeezing down to yank off her underwear, flinging them to the backseat before diving into eat her out. Now if there was one thing Alton couldn’t resist it was doing this. He wasn’t ashamed to admit how addicted he was to the taste of his girl, men often walked in on the two of you in this very compromising reputation- in fact it had happened so much Alton grew a reputation that made all the other ladies very jealous of her.

“I can’t get enough of you.” He groaned, licking, sucking and moaning against her dripping wet pussy. She began feeling herself to bliss out, contorted into an awkward position in the jeep, head lolling back against the hard of the jeep door. Noises nearby caused her to jump, turning around slightly to glance up and see men patrolling in the distance. They were far enough to not catch the pair, Alton frowned slightly yet delved back in for more of her. He feared he’d have to make this as quick as possible, if they got caught they’d most likely both be court marshalled, but like he said, he couldn’t get enough of her.

With one last lick up her slit, Alton pushed himself up, pulling her on top of his lap, man spreading as she knelt on either side, watching him spit onto his hand and wet his cock. “You’re gonna be a good girl.” He spread the wetness over his cock as she pursed her lips. “And-” Alton lined himself up with her tight entrance. “Be quiet for me, let’s make this quick, alright Angel?” He hushed as she nodded, eyes fixated to where he slowly began to penetrate her.

Alton’s thick cock was large as her tight little cunt wrapped around him, tensing everytime she would gasp or bite back a moan. They breathed into one another’s mouth, one of his hands clutched her lower back whilst the other held her neck, pulling her in as they aggressively made out.

It didn’t take long until she began bouncing, desperate for the fullness Alton provided her. Feeling one another raw was an incredible feeling, one that they didn’t get to feel all too often with the barrier of a condom being in the way. “Oh god, Alton.” She borderline sobbed into his neck, muffling her sounds into his uniform.

He was breathing heavily, huffing and puffing at the sight of her full tits bouncing with every movement, his cheeks flushing pink. “Feels so good inside me.” She babbled as he let out a seething moan through his teeth, cock twitching.

“Yeah? You like riding me out here, don’t you?” He pulled her up to meet her eyes. “Yeah.” She hushed, head dropping back with a quiet moan as she rolled her hips over him. Alton’s mouth fell agape and he slapped his hand on the seat beside him for strength.

“Fuck, no, no, no.” He held her hips tight, feeling a warmth spread in his lower stomach and through his cock already.

“You’re gonna cum so soon?” She giggled, pressing her forehead and then a kiss to his. “You feel too good, Angel.” He hushed as she smirked, glancing around to see the men patrolling a little closer than before. “Just make up for it later?” She smirked, reaching back and under to grab his balls. Alton let out a silent groan, eyes fluttering shut as she slowly- painfully slowly began grinding her hips again. “You can do all the things you want to do to me later, Alton.” She was teasing now, speaking in a hushed tone against his ear as she lifted her hips all the way up before dropping them down, his cock swallowed up by her pussy as she dropped wetness around him.

Alton was being driven crazy, his fists were gripping over her flesh, shaking as she picked up the speed. “Fuck, I’ll do anything you want, baby girl- just let me-” jumping off, she instead replaced her pussy with her mouth, beginning to suck him dry as his breathing picked up. “-god, make me cum like that.” He gasped, head dropping back.

“Use me Alton- use my mouth.” She hushed, staring up to him with the sexiest eyes she could muster. His jaw tightened and he snagged a bunch of her hair around his fist, pushing her back down around his cock. Alton held his breath, using her little mouth as his fuck toy, desperatly crying and panting out when he’d let it slip as he felt himself growing closer and closer for orgasm. She was almost smirking around him, pussy clenching around nothing, throbbing for need. When Alton saw where her free hand had disappeared to he began groaning without care. She rubbed her pussy deliciously, moans muffled around his cock, the vibrations mixed with the suction of her mouth sending him off the edge.

Alton’s stomach tightened and his whole body began to shake, feeling the release of his cum down her throat, filling up her mouth as she began swallowing every last drop of his juices. “Yes, yes, yes!” He moaned, fingers relaxing over the back of her head. The orgasm was blinding, his body completely relaxed and his head turned fuzzy at the sheer pleasure of his climax. No other woman in the world could make him feel this except Y/n.

Once she’d swallowed every last drop of his cum, she pulled off his cock with a pop, giggling and licking her lips at how fucked out he looked. The sounds of voices now nearing forced him out of his pleasure, he started the car up and glanced to make sure she was okay, watching her change back into her dress.

“Mmmm, what’re you gonna do to me when we get back?” She hummed, head falling back onto the seat as Alton looked at her again, slowly beginning to drive out of the woodland area.

Her legs were spread, pussy not visible but he felt his cock twitch again seeing her hand disappear under her dress. Alton could just imagine how dripping wet she was. He licked his lips, focusing on the road and reached down, hand guiding up her thick before his fingers met her sopping hole, gliding them in with ease.

“Who says I’m waiting until we get back?” They shared a brief smirk as her body became rigid, feet landing either side of her on the seat as she began rubbing harder at her puffy clit, feeling the penetration of Alton’s fingers being enough to bring her to the edge.

“God, tell me what you wanna do to me.” She groaned through her teeth, feeling borderline frantic for a release. Alton felt the way she tensed her pussy around his fingers, he could have moaned just at that sensation.

“So many things, fuck, I wanna taste you, you’re so wet.” He cooed, quickening his pace as his foot unconsciously pressed a little harsher on the gas, making her hair fly back in the wind as she hummed out a whine, grinding her hips to ride his fingers.

“Shit, you’re horny, you wanna cum so bad, don’t you?” He cockily spoke, glancing to her as he panted out a quick; “uh huh.”

With each squelch of his fingers inside her she’d let out a delicious moan, feeling him pick up the pace as Alton drove faster down the empty country roads. “Oh god, please Alton, please.” At her begging, he used his whole hand to fuck his fingers in and out of her quicker, harder. He was drilling at her pussy, borderline desperate for her wet, hot release all over his hand. Alton felt his cock hardening again, once more he wanted to be inside of her.

“C’mon, baby, I know you can cum for me.” He hushed, glancing at her as her chest rose and fell heavily. Alton cursed, struggling to focus on the road when he felt her squeezing his fingers.

“Oh god, oh my god I’m gonna cum!” She squeaked, Alton felt all the blood rush to his cock and he took as many glances to her as possible. With a cry of his name she squirted all over his hand and wrist, covering the car as she let out a rather loud squeal, climaxing with the hottest, pornographic sounds ever.

“Good girl!” Alton praised on a groan, slowly fingering her pussy as both her hands fell limp with a satisfied moan. Alton was now rock hard (again) in his trousers and enthralled with how she’d made a mess in the jeep. “You’re gonna do that again for me as soon as we get back to base.”

“Yes, sir.”

[flunky-robots]

Hi again! May I request a drawing of Echo (skylanders ofc)? She is painfully underrated and I’m curious to see her in ur style :0

She’s SO COOL It’s a shame there isn’t more fan art of her 😤

[friendlyneighborhoodamara]

What Your Favorite Zelda Ship Says About You (for the games I’m familiar with)

General:

Link x Zelda (ZeLink): You are a firm believer in the inherent beauty of two souls coming together, again and again, through reincarnation after reincarnation.

Hylia x Hero: …see above. Also, you read the Skyward Sword manga.

Ocarina of Time:

Link x Zelda (ZeLink): You think classic Disney Princess movies are more feminist than given credit, and that Cinderella is more badass than she’s given credit.

Link x Sheik: You were absolutely fucking pissed to learn that you can only play as Sheik in Super Smash Bros. Also you are almost definitely some flavor of trans.

Link x Dark Link: Looking back on your childhood, you can pinpoint Ocarina of Time as the beginning of your crippling addiction to “Enemies to Lovers”.

(Child) Link x Saria: You really like Disney Channel movies where the popular kid’s girlfriend is nice to the loser protagonist.

Link x Malon: You just want good things for Link. And really, who wouldn’t? Also, you’re a horse girl.

(Adult) Link x Nabooru: Your favorite Champion is Urbosa.

Link x Ruto: You love the scene in Dragon Ball where Goku accidentally proposes to Chi-Chi but holds up to that promise when they’re adults.

Twilight Princess:

Link x Midna (MidLink): You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of getting dunked on. 

Link x Zelda (ZeLink): You are a firm believer in keeping things canon and keeping things wholesome. 

Link x Ilia (IliaLink): You believe that the Hero of Time settled down with Malon.

Midna x Zelda (Midzel): You hypothetically want a girlfriend who can kick your ass but realistically you just want to be bridle carried. Also, you read the manga.

Midna x Zelda x Link (Midzelink): Your solution to a love triangle is ALWAYS polyamory.

Midna x Zant (MidZant): Your AO3 history is about 50% Reylo fanfiction.

Zant x Ganondorf (Zandorf): You definitely got your start in the Star Wars fandom by writing Kylo x Hux slash fic.

Skyward Sword:

Link x Zelda (ZeLink): You have gotten into at least five heated Internet arguments about Skyward Sword being underrated. Also you cried at that ZeLink shot in the Tears of the Kingdom trailer.

Hylia x (Original) Link (Hylink): You cried at that other shot in the Tears of the Kingdom trailer of maybe Link’s metal arm holding maybe Hylia’s arm. Also you read the manga.

Link x Ghirahim (GhiraLink): You are still pissed Ghirahim wasn’t in Smash.

Link x Groose (GroosLink): Your mom told you that that mean boy on the playground pulled your hair because he likes you and you never let go of that.

Zelda x Groose (Zeloose): You are painfully heterosexual. Alternatively, you are Groose.

Breath of the Wild:

Link x Zelda (ZeLink): You are a firm believer in the inherent romanticism of shared trauma and Knight x Princess dynamics.

Link x Mipha (MiphLink): Your ideal relationship dynamic is one-sided, tragic pining. Press F to pay respects.

Link x Paya (PayLink): You just want good things for Paya. And really, who wouldn’t?

Link x Sidon (SidLink): You’re always a slut for beautiful cinnamon rolls, too good for this world, too pure.

Link x Revali (RevaLink): You love the Tumblr meme that’s like “You want to fuck me so bad, it makes you look stupid.” Also, you think people are too mean to Revali.

Zelda x Revali (ZeReval (?)): You are heterosexual.

Urbosa x Zelda’s Mom: You are a strong supporter of two women who are sick of a man’s bullshit.

King Rhoam x Literally Anyone: You think Endeavor deserves a redemption arc.

EDIT: the sequel

[waddledeedee]

My Top 10 My Hero Academia Ships

10) Shoji x Asui

Unarguably the most underrated ship on this list (probably because Shoji as a character is PAINFULLY underrated, I literally love this man so much no one understands). But anyway, I think these two are absolutely perfect for each other, and I'm surprised more people don't see the potential here honestly. Like, this isn't even the FIRST TIME I've seen Shoji carry Asui in his arms like this??? Even putting all of that aside, I feel like Shoji and Asui's hero ideals just complement one another's so much, because the two of them from the very beginning excelled impressingly well in prioritizing the safety of citizens above all else and I just think their heroic personas in general just mold so well together. Not to mention they are both heteromorphs, which is even more perfect if you ask me. Asui comes from such a big, loving family too, and I think for Shoji to become apart of it would actually make him the happiest man alive I'm not even kidding. Moral of the story, SHOW MORE LOVE FOR THESE TWO, PEOPLE!!!!

9) Stain x All Might

I never considered these two as a ship until the very scene below where I could only be like "wait hold the phone..." I never actually thought about it before then about how dedicated Stain is when it comes to All Might, which I know should have been obvious given his entire ideal but STILL. The way Stain was the only person who was able to instill confidence back into All Might to get back in the fray and find himself again??? Not to mention they are EASILY a "two sides of the same coin" trope because they are both worshipped symbols in the eyes of their followers: the good of mankind and hero society worship All Might, whereas the bad of mankind and those who felt shunned from society saw Stain as their icon. Idk man I just think their dynamic in general has so many layers that could be dissected and I absolutely LOVE it.

8) Tetsutetsu x Itsuka

These two are an absolute power couple you guys, I don't care if they aren't canon I wholeheartedly believe these two have a connection. Like DO YOU GUYS SEE THE WAY TETSU THREW HIMSELF IN FRONT OF A FUCKING GUN TO PROTECT HER???? And you know what, even though Tetsu is a badass of his own, I DAMN WELL know that man admires / looks up to Kendou like it's nobody's business I'm telling you. She's the "big sis" of the class, and while I'm not sure if it was stated who the class rep of B is, I put all my money on it being Kendou because she is just so smart and a hell of a fighter, which is why I KNOW Tetsu is her guard dog on sight, no argument there. Even still though, I think Kendou would also admire Tetsu's strength SO MUCH as well, I think the two of them see the other as being so far out of their own league in terms of battle prowess, especially after the fight below; I just know Kendou developed a new-found admiration for him after he risked so much in this fight by her side. I really see them as a parallel of Mina x Kirishima in a lot of ways.

7) Mirio x Tamaki x Nejire

I'll be honest with you here I'm usually not much of a poly shipper but THESE THREE???? Underrated as hell. Tamaki and Mirio are a great ship, but including Nejire in there too is just so sweet to me, I just see them as a package deal through and through, especially since Nejire was once so lonely and outcasted until the two of them came into her life. Hell even Tamaki who is so shy around EVERYBODY practically flourishes around not just Mirio, but Nejire too, I can just tell that platonic or more, Tamaki has an undeniable amount of love in his heart for Nejire too, even if Mirio is at the forefront of it all. Of course, Mirio and Tamaki doesn't require too much of an analysis because Tamaki is easily the gayest mf in the series (I think he even out-gays Bakugo let's be real here) and his backstory with Mirio is just absolutely incredible, and while I don't think we get much Mirio and Nejire solo action, I think those two just complement each other so well??? Like they have such bright and sunny personalities, they are absolutely radiant, and I think that's why Tamaki draws to them both so much (it's easily a sun x sun x moon ship <3). Honestly though, I'll take this ship in any equivalent though; Tamaki x Mirio? Nejire x Tamaki? Mirio x Nejire? I love all three together or separately to be real.

6) Spinner x Shigaraki

People need to stop SLEEPING ON THESE TWO god damn it! It's not even Fanon that Spinner was risking it all just for Shigaraki, I swear he was the person in the league who held Shigaraki's well-being and best-interest above EVERYTHING and EVERYONE else, he fucking LOVED that man and no one can tell me otherwise. I'm telling you right now, Shigaraki lived his entire life with no family, no friends, no one who actually loved or gave a damn about him without their own ideals at work, without manipulation. Spinner was the first and ONLY person to come into Shigaraki's life who actually SEEN him for his humanity, for the person he was and would have become if only he hadn't been groomed towards evil. When Spinner and Shigaraki were together, they were just boys; boys with hobbies, who just exist, and I know damn well that was the future Spinner would have wanted. I just wish Shigaraki would of seen it sooner that there was actually somebody in his life who loved and cared for him all along, and god what I wouldn't give to let these two be happy and together. Spinner's confrontation with Deku at the end of the story, it says everything that needs to be said. Really, all he wanted all along was what was best for Shigaraki </3

5) Aizawa x Hizashi

Of course they are here. Why wouldn't they be here? What list WOULDN'T they be on come on now. LMAO in all seriousness though I was not on board this ship at ALL for a hot minute, I just couldn't see the vision. But after reading so many fics where those two are married and adopt Shinsou and Eri, oh my fucking god I cannot see these two apart anymore, I can't enjoy a good dadzawa fic anymore if these two aren't - not even just Together, they have to be MARRIED for me to be satisfied and they have to have all those god damn cats ok??? I'm telling you there isn't a single reality where those two don't end up spending the rest of their lives together, I don't care what manner it is these two are inseparable either way. I don't think anyone can honestly sit there and think stoic-ass Aizawa wouldn't love his absolute fucking shit if Hizashi was in danger, ESPECIALLY with how intense his trauma of losing Oboro is, there's no damn way he is failing a second time to protect the people he loves I'm telling you that right now. It's just always been the two of them against the world, grumpy x sunshine, and that's the way it's gonna damn well stay! thank you ^_^

4) Kirishima x Kaminari

Underrated af ship surprisingly enough, but I get it because I love them platonically too. However, the bakudeku-kirikami double-dating brainrot is rotting so bad I need it on my desk right now pronto, ASAP :) Idk like I see the vision with Kirishima and Ashido as a couple, I love them together too tbh, and of course the Kaminari and Shinsou parallel to Mic and Aizawa people go wild for, which I can see too though I personally just ain't a fan of that one for some reason I can't manage to get into it. Idk as someone whose favorite trope is best friends to lovers, I just love these two so much, ESPECIALLY with Kirishima being the golden retriever, sunshine type of lover to Kaminari's black cat, yet matching type of energy to Kiri's, idk I really don't know how to describe it but there's just a certain appeal that's there for these two that I can't explain. Best friends pining for one another is just so satisfying as a trope, and they just look SO damn good together I can't deny it. I feel like Kirishima is definitely the protective type when it comes to him, whether somebody says something bad about Kaminari or if he ends up in a situation needing physical protection; not to mention he would be Kaminari's BIGGEST supporter and vice versa. And like, what's better than being in a relationship with your best friend? Having the same interests, already enjoying each other's company twenty-four-seven, like I don't think we would even see a huge change in their dynamic except they are just together and sharing an apartment and being more physically affectionate. These two just WORK so well by my standards.

3) Iida x Uraraka

I love love love love LOVE these two so much! Gahhhh I miss their early season shenanigans though, they really left the spotlight after a certain point and it makes me so sadddd (though their moment at the end of the vigilante arc was amazing by my standards). Anyways, I think these two are another underrated pairing, they just fit together so well I don't know how to explain. Uraraka brings out a certain silliness in Iida I think, and not to mention I seen someone post on analysis on here once about how Iida was the only person who supported Uraraka's reasons for wanting to be a hero in the first place, understanding her viewpoint of wanting enough money to live a comfortable lifestyle unlike Deku who thought she was lacking more of a heroic ambition. I think the two of them just even each other out, and I know Toga and Uraraka had a much more developed (and gut-wrenching) storyline, I just think Iida and Uraraka's dynamic has a lot of potential; I wish Uraraka would of been more involved in the ordeal with Stain and could of been portrayed as having been there for Iida in the aftermath since she and Deku were canonically his closest friends at U.A.. I just think they both have similar ideals and would be a good fit for each other :)

2) Inasa x Shouto

I still cannot fathom how THIS isn't one of the most popular Todoroki ships below Todoroki x Deku / Bakugo. GENUINELY I can't understand it, the potential is literally all laid out for you and yet no one bats an eye???? Like, the depth of LORE is some gourmet fucking cooking; Inasa initially being a big fan of Endeavor, secretly idealizing Todoroki from afar at the entrance exams because he admired him so much as Endeavor's son, then the ANGST fest of Todoroki still being closed off and prickly and pushing away Inasa's attempts at friendship MY GOOD GOD!!!! They both have elemental quirks that are literally DEPICTED as being so complementary of one another, they are both bull-headed and stubborn to a fault, and not to MENTION they BOTH have the exact same footing when it comes to Endeavor wherein they both hate him for his past actions but want to see an improvement from there, and that point alone makes these two mean so fucking much to me. Inasa seems like the ideal support system for Shouto (even during the end of season 7 when Inasa came on the battlefield he was cheering Todoroki on in the back of his mind even as he was far away fighting his own battle like GUYS PLEASE). And we can even see in canon already that Inasa's hyperactive personality has been able to soften Shouto's defences and make him more relaxed; I'm so giddy over the fact that the popular moment of Shouto's first real, soft, and genuine smile is DIRECTED AT INASA oh lord these two I need more fan fiction ASAP please I'm starving over here. Anyways, thanks for coming to my Ted Talk :D

1) Bakugo x Izuku

Chat do I even need to explain bakudeku to you guys come on now. Obviously I in no way shipped or supported pre season 3 bakudeku by ANY means because Bakugo was a piece of shit and Deku deserved NONE of that, but Bakugo stepped the FUCK up and finally appreciated Deku for the absolute angel that he is and frankly no one but Bakugo is at the front of the line for the Deku protection squad- hell he isn't even IN line he's the fucking AMBASSADOR for that shit I'm just saying. You guys can't tell me these two aren't literally soulmates in every sense of the word, and you know it's something really special I think that Deku never once held a grudge against Bakugo at all for how he was in the past even though he had every right to; he STILL cared about him, he STILL referred to him fondly by the nickname he had for him as kids, and he STILL supported his journey towards becoming a hero every step of the way and now in the time skip Bakugo is no doubt paying it forward in every way that he can. These two are just made for each other, and I don't think anyone can deny that.