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[backmarkerr]

Nascar Kimi crumbs (2011)

[pybun]

i couldnt sleep last night so i started thinking abt the ending to tatters' comic

i already have a somewhat definitive ending for months now but i thought of an alternative, bittersweet ending that would be v fitting to a certain allegory

now this doesnt mean im gonna use this ending so im throwing it out there

some major(?) spoilers, specifically abt AJ and tat's sharing body situation and how much their relationship has grown

AJ and friends defeats the final bad guy but tatters is left without a body (tatters is dormant inside AJ during this so he had no say). in order for tatters to live or remain in this world he needs a body. the very existence of these two has been intertwined with each other for so long it would be impossible to separate them without disaster. AJ decides that she will give herself so tatters can live throughout time AJ's body slowly reshapes itself, forming under the influence of tatters' faint life force. until one day AJ suddenly becomes very tired for no reason. she goes to bed in the middle of the day, perching a letter on the bed side before facing the eternity tatters wakes up

at this point this would be a good place to end it but that wouldnt satisfy my media consuming ass so i thought of the aftermath and 2 other endings to this

spoilers again

tatters wakes up. immediately tries to look for AJ. he calls a friend. mark tells tatters about a letter that AJ mentioned months ago. tatters sees it on the bed side. it was her goodbye and the explanation of what and why she did it. tatters is distraught. hes alone. this time its permanent GOOD ENDING: tatters grieved. a very human thing that he first experienced. after some time, tatters has slowly learned to live again. cherishing AJ's final gift to him BAD ENDING: tatters doesnt want to face the world without AJ. despite what friends protested, he was willing to toy with the rules. "just like old times" he thought. "AJ is somewhere in me, i just know it". and he found her. or at least some version of her. not her soul and certainly not herself. but he got what he wanted. built from his own flesh and memories. AJ is back. everything is fine now. he'll deal with the side effects later

the true ending that i will not spoil isnt gonna be this sad tho. but there sure is gonna be an aftermath :)

[chipped-chimera]

I haven't finished BG3 yet but I am kind of scared that it's gonna be one of those pyrrhic victory endings and I'm not sure I can mentally deal with that at the moment 😐

[luckycolor]

cosplaying evil gob would fix me

[theflyingfeeling]

one might think Aleksi's not streaming because he's busy. I know better 😤

[landofsamurai]

@jiraipink replied to your post “( you people disappoint me jfc )”:

Smfh WHY did I see this coming brooooooooo

( he was picked over kamui in the cock poll i shouldn't be surprised. )

[dynmghts]

there are hardly any times where katsuki bakugou feels cornered. when he's in a fight, leaving himself vulnerable to such an event often spells unprecedented danger, and guaranteed at least a few wounds in the process / the paparazzi outside of work have never been able to pin him down, either. nobody has been able to claim they had katsuki in a corner.

after all, when someone is cornered, that is when they are most vulnerable to an attack of any kind ; it would mean a forced confrontation. it was arguably the worst position any pro hero could find themselves in.

but izuku speaks to him in a disarming, calm tone - there is no emotion to be deciphered in gaze or expression, none to unearth in vocal inflections. izuku speaks, asks, those green eyes keeping contact with red, and katsuki can feel every fibre of his being tense. his hair feels as though it stands on end.

even though it was katsuki who had provoked him, even though it was him who had thrown the punch and pinned him to the wall, he does not feel as though he has the upper hand anymore / his anger boils under skin, but there is something else that makes a home in the pit of his stomach, churning and grasping violently inside him. his hands that once held the proverbial knife to throat feel empty now, as the cold feeling of steel now presses against his neck instead, digging into his adam's apple, dangerously close to his carotid artery.

this is not what actually happens, of course. only a rough hand wrapping around his wrist despite the dangers of explosions, fingers pressing against pulse.

it's the horror of knowing that in a few simple sentences, katsuki was cornered.

whatever venomous words he had prepared on the tip of his tongue dissolve with how quickly izuku undermines his defence / he challenges katsuki's hate in two ways. he calls into question if katsuki truly hated this, hated him - but in doing so the wrong way, he would arm deku with the means to prove that all of his actions leading to now was discrimination, that the reason for his hate was because deku was quirkless. it was all down to how he worded it, and katsuki played right into his hand by giving him that chance.

does deku feel powerful, having the pro hero cornered as he does ? did he want to seize the upper hand to humiliate katsuki - to make it so pro hero dynamight's career was now in his hands ?

katsuki seethes, but he refuses to give an answer straight away : his mind is already seeking ways out of this. he's looking for the best path ... [ don't let him win. find a weakness. make an opening. ] ... even while he keeps the green-haired man against the wall, his hand still rife with sparks and pops, even as his brows furrow and his snarl deepens the longer he can't find the right way to answer the damn questions.

but katsuki bakugou does not admit defeat. ❛ it could've been anyone else, and i wouldn't have given a fuck. ❜

free hand finally moves to seize izuku's wrist, the hand that wraps around his own, and he works to pry it away from his skin. his glare becomes resolved once more, now that he finds the words he wants to use against him. ❛ quirkless or not, i woulda fucking dealt with it. it would've just been a stupid kiss. ❜ [ this was not about deku's quirklessness, after all. it was all because he had something katsuki didn't. ] he tightens his grip in both hands. ❛ get it ? it was disgusting because it was you. ❜

in all honesty, there is no festering wound to be poked at.

izuku has never held a grudge against kacchan for whatever kacchan may have done, or whatever the blonde may have said — and izuku is aware of what exactly has been said to him: from the staunch rejection his childhood friend had spewed at his face, to the premature insults from someone who clearly hadn't thought twice on the ramifications of those hurtful words. they were kids, izuku would argue even now. and it was a long time ago. had kacchan apologise now, izuku would have forgiven him easily.

though then again, things were never quite so simple for them, are they ? in truth, izuku has never quite figured out why kacchan had one day become so incessantly mean. they were the best of friends when they were toddlers, or so he was told. wherever kacchan went, izuku had wanted to follow. whatever izuku discover, kacchan wanted to know. of course, it's easy to chalk it up to his quirkless state as being the main point of tension, but even blaming their eventual estrangement to that seems so... cheap.

what kacchan displays towards izuku had never felt like simple discrimination; it felt like izuku had torn something sacred to his childhood friend that he hadn't known, and kacchan had never quite forgave him for that.

sometimes izuku wishes he could just ask, so they could finally talk this over, finally have this long-standing tension between them breaks, or come to some sort of conclusion. but to ask would be to— to have done with, isn't it ? to ask would mean izuky would finally tie away this unresolved conflict between them, and shelve it somewhere so he could only remember kacchan five, ten years down the road with a nostalgic lens. not that he wasn't prepared to have done so when they parted after middle school, but this ...

this is different.

yes, it sucks and it's exhaustive and kacchan lights up every trigger for anger izuku didn't know he'd possess, but when kacchan had offered him his contact number, it'd been done because kacchan chose to keep this contact with izuku. and when izuku had reached the blonde right back, it's because he too, in a way, chose to bridge the gap between them. they were no longer simply following the motion of where life takes them. they chose this. kacchan wants to see him by choice. the thought is exhilarating: here was the boy who never wanted him, showing an ink-sized drop of interest, and it was enough.

even now, the punch a concentration of pain blooming egregiously across his cheek, izuku catches kacchan's blazing red eyes, fully burning into him, it's enough.

izuku touches the area of his upper lip tentatively, his mind reeling from the force of both the punch and the way the back of his head hits the wall that it takes him a while to register the blood running down his nose. if there is any pain, izuku doesn't necessarily show it. not from some sense of pride though, more so because the shock of it all is still running ragged down his body. kacchan looks pissed, and izuku doesn't know why, because he knows he ought to be on his knees begging his childhood friend for forgiveness, but instead he feels the agitation accumulated all evening bubbling itself up his chest. he doesn't feel like pleading. he feels like fighting back.

and it's as izuku said. in truth, there is no festering wound. izuku has long been in peace with his limitation and lack of this biological power. he has a career he's proud of, and a day-to-day life that's fulfilling. that doesn't mean the same could be applied to kacchan. clearly if any of them had carried any injury from their easier days in kindergarten, elementary and middle school, it is on bakugou katsuki's skin and not izuku. and so, with a straight face, the green haired paramedic manages, voice oddly calm: ❛ is it that disgusting kissing someone quirkless, kacchan ? ❜

his roughened hands place itself on bakugou katsuki's wrist then. this close, the sparks land on izuku's skin. it burns, but izuku doesn't falter. his thumb presses into kacchan's pulse instead; the movement is gentle, intentional. ❛ does it feel especially repulsive that a defective, an empty-blood... ❜ a common derogatory slur for the quirkless population, ❛ … is holding you like this ? ❜

[evelynismahnameboi]

Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh

This was coming eventually… I’m sorry for my sins

Based off of this:

[thepollyjustice]

oooohowowowooooooo casts homosexual thoughts about your childhood best friend on you ooowoowooohoowoowooaaoooooo

Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.

[bluecatwriter]

Last week's driving lesson: Nothing fancy but I practiced a lot of turning/parking techniques, kept track of when I started feeling overwhelmed, managed to get through the whole thing without crying.

Today's driving lesson: Made it through about 20 minutes of literally just circling a parking lot before I broke down crying so hard I gave myself a nosebleed. Called it a day and went home.

Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.

[do-these-eyes-look-human]

Long, dramatic siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh. Everyone's busy or gone today for some reason. And for once, he actually has nothing to do. Not even paperwork.

Siiiiiiiiiiigh.

[r4bbitdragon]

siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh. sure. fine. rip off the bandaid.

he has the divine right of kings he shouldn’t even need or whatever. woo. bleh

[yikerzo-o]

SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH patiently awaiting anons.

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh. Reblog

dude just woke up

[notriipentry]

siiiiiiiiiigh. siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh

[theflyingfeeling]

Tumblr really hates me because I just wrote the last night’s ask again and Tumblr just crashed when I was done 😠 but I’m not giving up, even though my hand cramps!! 😤

anyway. I rewatched the US vlogs yesterday and look at these babies 🥺🤲🏻💞 Allu resting his hand there and all that

it’s so easy to imagine them late at night drinking mountain dew and talking about whatever (always trying to come up with a new topic to talk about so they don’t have to go to bed) while everyone else is asleep already 🤧

and they just get closer and closer to each other during the night without either of them really noticing (or caring) and in the morning the other boys find them sleeping there all cuddled up 🥺💞

challenge for tumblr to get its shit together 👏

but wäääääääääääääähhhhh babieeeeeees!?! 😭🤲 I want to believe that's the exact couch on which they sat drinking Mountain Dew and talking late at night, and just dfhgfdfdd can you see how tiny that couch is? they must have been sitting so close to each other to begin with, and then they'd scoot closer and closer and closer and--- 😌🥰💕

Olli snuggling up against Aleksi's soft hoodie; another detail that's just so easy to imagine, isn't it 🥺💖