#so i’m grumpy

[mars-ipan]

currently doing a group project with the 2 group members of mine who have participated with me. i think i am the most computer literate here

[shepscapades]

An Official DBHC Tango reference sheet!!

I’ve been sitting on this for so long, and it only just occurred to me that I never posted it!! I use it so much for referencing the cracks on his hands since there are so many, plus this gives y’all a little bit of a S8-S9 timeline for his visual design developments! :D Pre-Deviant Tango is so baby to me <3 Something is so wrong with him now <333

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

i love gay marriage

[w1lmuttart]

Enough guilt you can make a bouquet out of it

[catilinas]

adjacent to the annoying assumption seen on here that poetry necessarily contains some sort of (emotional) truth. is an equally annoying assumption that poetry is necessarily (morally) good/‘healing’/positive. like come on guys poetry can lie and also be evil

[feralfangirll]

I literally gnaw at the iron bars of my enclosure over virgin!Bakugo.

He’s so mean when he’s embarrassed and this was definitely a sore subject for him. He just hadn’t realized it was something he should have been focusing on along with his peers until it was too late. Now everyone else is off working as pro heroes and fucking and dating and he’s… too embarrassed to tell you he’s never done it so he pushes you away instead. He says the meanest things, ignores your calls and texts, anything to get you off his back.

However, after a few dates (and despite his best efforts) he somehow finds himself splayed back on the couch in YOUR apartment. He’s not going to tell you this is the first time he’s kissed anyone and he’s praying to any god who will listen that you can’t tell… (you can).

He’s sloppy and messy and you can tell he’s trying too hard to be good at it but you don’t care. Instead, you press into the kiss, grinding your clothed core down against the rough tent building in his jeans.

“It’s… I gotta go… the fuck you think you’re doin?” He grunts, trying to hide the dizzied panicked look on his face when he nearly shoots his load right there. You just giggle and coo reassuring words in his ear and he’s too weak-willed to push you away anymore.

His hips begin to buck up into you as you increase the intensity of your swirling tongue around his and the weight you grind down on him with. His grunts turn into desperate whimpers and he looks up at you with pleading eyes when you pull away.

You don’t need him to tell you he’s a virgin to see it written all over his face right now. You’ve always known, honestly…

Katsuki nearly passes out when he feels your little hand pop open his jeans and slip under the waist band of his boxers, soft skin wrapping around his throbbing hard cock finally and you free it from the torturous fabric. His head falls back and a soft, choked moan escapes his lips as he bucks into your hand.

“P-please… oh fuck… please…” he whines and it’s so uncharacteristic for the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight that your pussy flutters around nothing and your lids hang a little lower. You let out a silent sigh as you begin stroking his fat length, watching his face contort in pleasure. His head rolls back, eyes closed tight, brows knit together, and mouth open with upper lip curled up as he hisses. This was better than anything he’d ever imagined. He’s lost. He’s gone. No longer on this plain of existence.

So good, actually, that he nuts in mere minutes of your gentle teasing stroke. You were just building up anticipation. Nothing about this gentle stroke was supposed to get him off, and yet it does. It happens so fast neither of you are ready for it and he’s blushing a deep red as loud, lewd grunts and pants pour from his mouth and his cock spurts thick white ropes of cum up into the air then back onto his jeans and your pretty little hand. The sight alone is enough to make his big heavy balls twitch under your curled palm and he can’t stop now. He knows he should apologize for not giving you at least a little warning of his impending release but he’s too caught up in the way your eyes lock on the thick globs of cum. It stirs something primal in him and he speaks before he’s able to register what he’s saying.

“Look what you did to me, princess… gunna have to clean this mess up, yeah?” He whispers in a raspy, breathy voice from deep in his chest and the way your eyes snap up to meet his as you lower your mouth to his still hard cock tells him that’s exactly what you wanted.

Virgin!Bakugo is not a virgin after he meets you.

[houseofpsychoticwomxn]

thinking about treating scott like a princess ᜊ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᜊ

he’d gripe and groan about how long it takes you to get ready, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom looking down at his watch ever so often as you sat on the counter finishing your makeup.

“the tornado won’t care if your eyeshadow or whatever looks perfect. can we go yet?”

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

he’d chew his gum and impatiently cross his arms while he waited on you in the dressing room, nodding along as you talked about the fabric and fit of whatever you were trying on next, taking mental note to just give you his card and get the little fashion show at home next time.

“just buy them both, yeah? if we don’t leave soon they’ll lock us in here.” he’s a sassy man! of course if you called him that to his face he’d give you a mean look and make you call him sir before doing anything else. like that wouldn’t prove your point.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

he treated you like a princess most of the time, and now it was his turn.

“come on, scotty just try it!” you pouted, holding out the face mask package matching the one currently on your face.

“fine, but this is a one time thing, alright? don’t try to make this a habit ‘cause its not gonna happen.” he rolled his eyes and leaned back against the bathroom counter, letting you get closer without leaning down so you could actually reach him, forcing you to stand on your tip-toes as you put it on him.

you knew the fluffy headband was a stretch but his hair getting in the way and irritating him made it easier to pull off, leaving you with an unamused pretty princess of a boyfriend, mostly interested in keeping you tame while making up for all the time he had to spend away from you.

[oorangesoda]

He’s playing a little song for you 😌🫶

I’ve always liked Sam’s character, even if he is just the equivalent of a big ol puppy dog :’)

Punk Skater Rock Sam will forever and always be my headcannon for him 😔 even if I also think he listens to literally any kind of music. As long as it has a good beat he can get his bogey on yknow?

Dark Lineart under the cut; I liked both but felt the coloured suited him more

this just felt sharper and not like the softer vibe he has! (I like this one better visually tho so, both get posted)

[rystiel]

finally watched that daryl show

[hischughes1386]

he so grumpy

[laurrelise]

au where delores is actually a ghost that klaus told five was following him around when they were young, five didn’t believe him, but out of desperation, he began to talk to her in the apocalypse

every once in a while when he was feeling particularly hopeless he would get a sudden chill, or something would seem to be slightly out of place, and he would believe it was her and get the motivation to keep surviving

and then when the family was reunited, klaus would see a young woman lovingly following five around and trying to show him that she was there, guiding him down the right path

and five would never know if she was real or if he’d imagined her all along, but she’d been there with him his entire life.

[scribl-oi]

“In the evening I was at the party and suddenly Ayrton comes around the corner, and says: ‘You have the quickest lap time award but it is mine because I set the quickest lap time! “I said, ‘ok, just take it, I don’t care’. That was the first conversation I had with him. He was very serious. He wanted it back but they gave it to me anyway. And that was the first time I had a beer with Ayrton, that evening somewhere in Macau.”

When Berger met Senna — Macau Grand Prix 1983

[elodieunderglass]

Do you have more Moby Dick: Modern Translation chapters anywhere that certain interested parties (me and everyone with taste) could read?

In reference to this translation of Moby Dick into insufferable modern idiom, in which Ishmael is suddenly shown up in a startling light as a person we’ve actually met and knew well but didn’t really like:

I’m sorry, I haven’t written any more of that! After chapter 1’s mad rush of energy, the book tackles more tricky, boring and unfunny content, including passages that are just uncomfortably problematic in any time; and, like, entire chapters about listening to a church sermon.

A line translation (and that is mostly a very faithful line translation! The only thing I regret not doing was perfectly capturing the fart joke!) apparently has a lot of educational value, and helps to reframe the whole novel. That’s worthy work! But i simply wouldn’t want to do a line translation on the next few chapters. My brain is picking daisies instead, already. I would say: “sorry, I’m abridging this for my own mental health. You’re eligible for a free refund.” In which case the educational value is negligible (you can just read the plot summary online. There’s a really big whale in it.)

Anyone else who wants to take a stab at it (FROM HELL’S HEART) would be welcome and I’ll gladly promote your efforts. It’s just. I am going

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- come here let me measure your head

[ghuleh-recs]

Happy halloween!

Bug refuses to take their bat costume off even though Halloween is over.

[fumifooms]

Raising my eyebrow

[thecoyotescry]

Surprise! I’m back with another thought. 🤭

Thinking about his hands. Casually holding his hand while walking down the street. Feeling his hands rub soothing circles on your back when he pulls you in for a hug. Giving him a high five and intertwining your fingers and then laughing at how small yours is in comparison. Placing soft kisses on his knuckles while watching a tv show or movie in your shared home. Grabbing his hands and pulling him in to dance with you at a concert. Feeling a hand on your waist and hips guiding you and keeping you close in a big crowd (or in the bedroom 🤭).

Don’t mind me, gang! Just down bad for this nerdy tour manager! 😮‍💨😵‍💫😩