#that's all for now 💚🧡

[animatedjen]

Another Moment on Tanalorr | Jedi Survivor

[katsuizu-stuff]

y’all am i seeing that katsuki and izuku got similar fits on!?

both wearing shirts and the black arm covers that izuku normally wears on a day to day basis

also is katsuki wearing an all might theme shirt? because if so where did he get that all might theme shirt? did izuku give him that shirt? 👀

[hostilemuppet]

[obsessive-dumpling]

Alright. Okay. I was putting off reading the last couple chapters. Cause I felt like my heart would not survive. And well... I just caught up.

I can't tell if this pain in my chest is because my heart is swelling with pride; for Deku, for Class 1-A and friends, for Horikoshi, for the little child inside me screaming GO! YOU CAN DO IT! Or if it's just breaking because that was so beautiful... and it's almost over. We've crossed the finish line and now we just wait to see the aftermath of a war.

Horikoshi put his absolute all into these final chapters and it shows. It has been such a magical experience watching this all unfold. Reading from start to finish as it was being created. I haven't had the privilege of getting to do that with many series let alone one this big and with such strong messaging to the current state of our world.

I'm so grateful I got to feel the breath of hope he tried to breathe into all of our lungs. And I hope to always carry it.

And I hope everyone can hear it. Horikoshi screaming at us: We are stronger together.

[stinkrascal]

i should make an edit for my tarnished and ranni yes i think i should

[slashingdisneypasta]

Prof. Aaron Callahan x Reader || Drabble

Plot: How do you react when it seems your rich, smug, cold, older fuck buddy appears to be developing feelings, for you?

Warnings: Sexual references+age difference.

The cold sounds of a suircase clipping closed and a purposeful intake of breath behind you alerts you of the fact that he's out of the shower. And that he's probably judging you.

The suitcase lands carefully on the marble bench next to your plate and Callahan appears beside you, a frown on his mouth and one judgemental eyebrow raised behind his glasses. He sizes up your toast slathered in peanut butter, and sighs. "Yah, that's too much peanutbutter."

"Oy," You point the knife at him, a glob of peanutbutter still clinging to the metal. "You're not eating it- you don't get a say in it." Lowering the knife, you wipe the glob onto your toast then lick the knife while he watches with a baited interest. "So get stuffed."

"Mmm... " For gods sake that fucking growl- you want to hate him but that sound makes you weak at the knees. Turning your head, irritated, you see him grinning smugly as he straightens his cufflinks. "I thought that's what you did- last night. With my co- "

-Immediately you threaten him with the butter knife again; pointing it towards his neck. "No. Don't even. It is too early."

He shrugs, that irritating grin pinned still to his narcissistic, egomaniacal face, and it's almost worse then if he'd continued to speak. Sighing, you look away and put down your knife, picking up a piece of your toast and taking a bite as you lean back on the obscenely expensive kitchen bench. "So- my classes finish up around 6 today but then I have a shift at the restaurant. I'll just go back to my dorm, I think,.. See you tomorrow?"

Rolling his eyes behind the thick-framed glasses that somehow look less nerdy on him and more... asshole-ish, Callahan sighs; rolling his shoulders in that tailored suit, too. "I don't know why you stay in that dungeon. You could just live here."

Ayayayay. "Why would I do that?" You know exactly why he wants that though, and its not because he loves you, or anything- it's because the bastard wants a live-in fuck doll. A sugar baby to play house with.

You're sure that one day he will find that girl, he's very rich after all and that voice, goddang-- but it is simply not going to be you. You're getting your degree, and then you're out of here; sleeping with him is just a nice stress relieving detour along the way. Really nice.

But temporary.

You will look back on this time when you're older with a groan but for now, it's serving you. He's serving you.

Even if that is just with secret sex behind closed doors when no one's looking.

Its good, in a desperate needy way- but it certainly isnt 'move in' good, despite his arguments. "For the amenities? Perhaps?" He suggests, getting an eyeroll out of you as you take another absent-minded bite of your breakfast. "Surely, you have to admit- my house is a lot nicer then your crappy little hole in the wall."

"And how would you know my place is crappy? You've never dained to visit."

"It's a college dorm- I don't need to sully my boots stepping into it to know that it's garbage, Y/N."

Slowly you sip your coffee at him, an unamused look written all over your face, eyes peering at him over the brim. He doesn't seem bothered.

"You know I'm right," He picks up the suitcase by the handle and slides it off the bench, checking his watch. Oh he thinks he's important, you think, shaking your head in bemusement as you set your coffee mug down again. Which- you suppose, he is. He runs a billion dollar law firm afterall, which is how he can afford this ridiculously shiny clean home. But, still. What an obnoxious ass. "Anyway, I have to go. Fine, come over tomorrow. I'll be at a luncheon from 12 to 3... but you have your key, right?" He's not rushed at all, but he still doesnt wait for you to respond. Dismissive old bastard. "Right. Okay, bye- "

"-Actually I'll be a little later." You quickly butt-in, setting your fingers carefully around a corner of one of your toasts; but not picking it up. It's wierd how you feel uncomfortable telling him this, you're not dating, but it is awkward. Peering up at him looking expectantly at you for the rest of what you just had to cut him off for, you take a short, huffy breath. "I have a date, around 4. Evening market."

"... a date?" He blinks, slow. Thinking.

"Yeah."

"Who??" The incredulousness in his tone annoys you, for why would he be confused about this (He certainly finds you attractive!! Why wouldn't someone else want to date you??), but you pace yourself and let it go.

"You don't know him, he's in one of my classes." Not apart of the law department. "Does it matter??"

"Well- I- " He looks like he wants to move and put his suitcase back down for some reason, appearing actually very put out about this development but trying to act like he's not. You watch him suspiciously, narrowing your eyes. What?? "I certainly don't want to be, what's that frat boy term??- " The man makes a show of thinking, before going 'ah!' and clicking his fingers- being obnoxious and theatrical for no other reason then because he's an asshole. "tunnel buddies, with some hippy english student, now do I?"

"... I'm sorry-- are you insulting my date or me??"

"Either way." He admits openly, quickly, making your jaw drop. Getting heated, you push off the side of the bench and turn to face him, a cross look all over your face.

"And- tunnel buddies?? You are a grown fucking man, are you serious!??"

"Unwaiveringly, sweetheart."

Swee- what is this man on!?? Who does he think you are, his 6 year old daughter in ponytails asking for a pet!? How dare he?? Why is he acting insane all of a sudden?? After taking a slow, deep breath- you gather yourself and just give him a dark look. "... don't you have somewhere to be?"

Evidently he does not, not anymore. "Look- I'm just curious, why you're dating the boys at this campus when you're already fucking me? There's no way this, well, this child-- can do you the way I can."

"Do me?? How eloquent, professor."

"I guarantee you no boy in this college is going to go down on you, that's for sure."

"You don't know that!" Where is this coming from?? Also... he's exaggerating, right?? He just thinks very little of his students right?? Surely-

Chuckling, he shakes his head and finally sets the suitcase back on the bench- though he doesn't let go of the handle. After licking his lips in thought, he looks back at you and holds up a finger to you- at you- like he's offering a point of view in court. Jesus Christ, if this is how he is during arguments at home it is no wonder his ass is divorced... not that you didn't already have a million other reasons someone wouldn't want to be married to the jerk. "Listen, fine, go ahead. Take the kid to your squalid home, your- well, what is no doubt a single bed. And wet his cock there, whatever- " A shrug of those broad shoulders and your jaw drops. "but don't come crying to me when you have to fake your own climax."

"Hey!- it's not like you haven't left me high and dry before, you ass!" He's done it multiple times, claiming he has to be somewhere urgently or he needs to get his sleep for work the next morning- or just bluntly telling you to handle it yourself. "Don't pretend like you're some gift to women in bed."

Immediately, he attempts to push on- offer a new argument locked and loaded in his brain- but its your turn. "And, I don't have to explain myself to you- but maybe I want to find a guy I actually could have a future with past college?? I'm sorry if I'm not dead inside yet like you and still think I can find someone nice. Someone more then just a regular fuck."

He squints at you reproachfully from beyond his glasses, thinking hard at that, while you cross your arms and glare at him back. "... whatever, I guess!" He finally sighs, flippant while picking up his suitcase again; finality in his tone. "Do what you want, but mark my words- when I see you tomorrow night, whenever that will be," he rolls his eyes upwards towards the ceiling and huffs out a dramatic sigh, referring to the fact you didn't mention how late you might be. Because he didn't give you a chance! you want to add, but stay silent glaring at him. "I just hope you're not too needy. I might not be in the mood, to fulfill you."

You scoff. "Then maybe I won't come."

He gives you another, momentarily reproachful look because you both know you'll come anyway- even just to sleep (It's just... routine). Then turns to leave you in his home, like he's done so many times before, aloof and nonchalant.

You watch him stop in his tracks, though, his back to you, shoulders taught in that tailored suit. For a moment he stays that way, then curiously turns half around to look at you again, a peculiar and skeptical look in his dark eyes. You raise a brow expectently, wondering what he wants now.

When he doesn't move for a few seconds too long, you open your mouth to ask him what the hell he's doing- still beyond frustrated by him. "Why are you- "

As soon as you start talking its like he makes his decision and comes all the way back to you, wrapping an arm suddenly around the back of your waist and dragging you directly against him while also trapping you against the kitchen bench. His lips fold against your own like kisses in those old movies; that perfectly deep make-out that has your mouths sealed together and all the way open and almost all-tongue. That 50's era 'goodbye honey, I'm off to work now but our unscheduled Thursday night missionary sex put me in a spectacular mood, have a great day til i come home again' kind of kiss. You're confused but your head is fuzzy because his lips are always so surprisingly soft and so warm and kill every little lick of sense inside you- you can't help but kiss him back.

When he abruptly dissapears from you just as quick as he came- you're even more confused by the look on his face; still peculiar and skeptical but, almost... pleased. A tiny tiny grin perks at the corner of his mouth.

You want to know whats going on in that evil little mind. What is he thinking? What was that kiss for? He never kisses you goodbye, its too... sentimental. "... what- "

"Lock the door on your way out." Then he's gone, sweeping out of the apartment swiftly like none of what just happened- happened. Like it was just any Friday morning and he didn't just break all the goddamn rules.

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Fun silly headcanons post about how well I imagine my F/Os can cook<3 and I get a little carried away with some other related stuff as well :)

Going under a read more cause I list several F/Os and it gets a wee lengthy teehee

I think I've mentioned some of these a little bit before, particularly Finn and Francesco's, perhappsss maybe Axlerod's a little bit? But if you've been around here for a long time and maybe have a fair memory, you probably remember me talking about Francesco's a bit.

Whew. Big read. Did NOT intend for it to be this long, had no clue I had this much to say on it😅😅 was considering doing more F/Os but figured it was long enough as is for now :)

Lightning: I don't think he'd be an AWFUL cook per se, but I think he'd just have such little cooking experience that he'd be (respectfully)below a novice level. He probably got the usual treatment of his parents always cooking for him before he moved out(which absolutely isn't a bad thing one bit), but he probably never had a strong enough curiosity/interest to question what they're cooking or how they're making it or anything. He definitely gets less time to explore cooking with being on the road a lot for racing stuff, but that's probably a benefit if anything because he'd probably have far too little interest in doing it anyway. He practically runs off of whether something is stimulating him at the moment, and if he gets too bored with it or impatient, then it just becomes a pain for him. He probably hardly survives preheating the oven if there's no prep-work to pass the time or someone to help the time go by. Probably survived the off-season of racing via delivery food or going out to eat places.

Francesco: please please PLEASE don't let him in the kitchen, I'd barely even let him use a microwave. He'd probably mistake 6:00(minutes) for 60:00 and wouldn't realize until some fire alarm went off and he burnt and cracked a plate(+smokey smell). His mama was an excellent cook, truly a fantastic one, the definition of homemade comfort food that was basically a source of love, but that was inevitably his downfall as well, because he didn't have to ever be considered about making anything. Don't get me wrong, regaurdless of his age no matter how young or old he was, he absolutely was eager to help his mama out with things and that included cooking, but something about it just does not click for him, it simply isn't there. He probably gets too excited from all the smells and memories that anything and everything is just in one ear and out the other. He'd probably had to have a task repeated to him about three different times and I question if I'd let him do anything more challenging than chopping vegetables or cracking an egg. Don't get me wrong, if he offers to lend a hand I won't turn it down(he'd probably get a bit upset/offended if I did), but he's getting the busywork tasks whether he knows it or not. To sum it up simply, gotta handle him like he's the newbie on a construction site.

Finn: He can absolutely cook and he's astounding at it, too. I don't know if he just has an incredible knowledge of Every Recipe EverTM or if he just as some wonderful secret cookbook that has Every Recipe EverTM but wow, you ask him to make whatever you want and he is making it astoundingly, and if it's not to your taste he will tweak it until it's idealized just for your personal tastebuds. Only time I thought I mightve stumped him was when I asked him about making biscuits and gravy cause I love that stuff and was craving it but, yknow, not very much a UK thing... at all.. for a multitude of reasons. But some how some way he managed to make something that only a madman would doubt it wasn't his first time making it. Don't know how he does it, where he gets his recipes from, or if he just knows enough that he can make whatever he pleases with just a general knowledge, but there are no bounds that hold him. DOES not help that he insists on cooking my every meal and is such a big stickler for frozen meals and things, because now I have to be subjected to delicious homemade meals for the rest of my life, great. I do get some kicks of amusement from trying to watch the gears in his brain turn when I sometimes tell him I miss a certain frozen food or frozen food brand.

Axlerod: His cooking level is mostly just a combination of not really ever having any experience with it and not really having a great interest in much of it either. I mean, he's incredibly wealthy, and he doesn't have a very complex palate, so it's rather simple for him to just buy whatever he wants to eat. He also is in a fairly dense dense area, so walking to places to grab something isn't entirely out of the ballpark. I wouldn't say he's BAD at cooking, maybe mediocre, but that's just cause of his lack of interest in exploring it. But there's zero worry about him burning down the kitchen or anything. Can confirm that he does make good sandwiches though, if that accounts for anything. And box cake mix, can't forget that one, unironically very important.

Grem: eeehmm.... I mean... he makes pizza, right? So,, I definitely can't say he's BAD at cooking or anything. It's just, I mean, I've never really SEEN him cooking. Heck, The mental image of him cooking makes me giggle a little, if that's a testimony to anything! Though I think that might also partly be because it's such a domestic soft thing in my mind aaaanndd he is.... normally far more gruff. Pretty sure him and Acer thrive off of quick ready to eat things or things that can be thrown together verryyyy simply, like canned/frozen foods or packs of Ramen, microwave food, etc.. Pretty much your 'average' person I would assume when it comes to cooking stuff, give or take a few things. He probably knows a little extra advanced cooking stuff just for the small occasions where he has to make/get something special for Acer that they don't already have.

Acer: He's a bit of a selective eater, but lucky for him most his comfort/safe foods are things that can be thrown in microwaves and paired with fruitcups. Not very good at cooking, and I'd keep a close eye on him in the kitchen. I'd let him poor his own cereal and probably let him fix a thing a box pasta and canned sauce by himself(given someone was close by..just in case..), but anything too further complex I'm not so sure about. He just gets a little too hasty about it all and skips a few steps and it quickly takes a turn of the outcome. He means well though, he just gets so excited about doing something with someone he loves; I highly doubt you'll ever catch him cooking by himself very much, if at all.

Jackson: Abbbsolutetly not, you would have to bribe him to even cook anything that wasn't like instant cup of noodles or something. He's very selective about foods and different tastes/textures, so he normally gets his stuff from the same place over and over again, and this makes him want to cook less because he doesn't want to have to go through the understandably, to him, frustrating process of trying to make something and it being off and then he's got to dispose of it all now. Local pizza place is the only place he'll get pizza and such from, Cafe up the street is where he goes for sweets, it's all laid out in his mind. Heck, if you asked him, he'd probably argue if cooking was a necessity or not. Though, he is in a position where can afford practically living off of buying delivery. Believe it or not, but he normally leans towards getting more higher-end stuff as well. It's only once a month or more that he considered stopping by like a Wendy's or such for something to eat. It's honestly kinda intriguing that depending on what he wants to eat entirely changes where he's going to be getting it from, even the most minute seeming sort of things. That place he gets pizza from is now the ONLY place he will take it from, no where else will due. It starts to take a bit of a toll on him though when he has to be on the road for traveling and racing stuff, and he has to go to new places for foods and such.

[coolauntlilith]

S2e6 Truth/Dare, when Mr. Farouk said, "Well, when you don't figure out you're gay until your late 20s, you tend to miss out on those beautiful gay teenage experiences." I broke.

[ohmytiredheart]

HAPPY DAYS OF COLOR EVERYONE

[transingthoseformers]

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Symbiotes: traitors

[woozi]

the way being on caratblr never fails to bring me joy no matter the circumstance and no matter how much time has passed </3

[napping-sapphic]

<3 storm hugs 🫂 (if u want em)

Thank you for the storm hugs!!! 🫂🫂🫂😭😭❤️❤️❤️!!!!

[yamikawaii]

yoomtah will kill everyone in the whole world just so you won't ever look at anyone but her

WELL I THINK THATD BE CUTE OF HER AND ID KISS HER 4627482783472849473804837 TIMES ABT IT

[t4c0c4tr4dst3r]

GUMMYZ F/O L1ST!! 🤍

ALL F/O'S ON TH1S L1ST AR3 R0M4NT1C UNL3SS SP3C1F1ED OTH3RW1SE!!

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M4IN F/O'S

♡ f/o: yoyos and mythology [🪀💚] - Matt (Cyberchase)

♡ f/o: not good at all! [💜⭐] - Inez (Cyberchase)

♡ f/o: skaters mechanical heart! [❤🛹] - Slider (Cyberchase)

♡ f/o: duality. [❤💙] - Sollux Captor (Homestuck)

♡ f/o: toast addict [💜🔪] - Vincent Afton (Five Nights at Freddy's)

♡ f/o: pine tree [🌲🔎] - Dipper Pines (Gravity Falls)

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OTH3R F/O'S

♡ f/o: pasta lover [🇮🇹 🍝] - North Italy (Hetalia)

♡ f/o: moptop tweenybop [🎤🎥] - Zack Binspin (Moshi Monsters)

♡ f/o: i learned something today… [💚] - Kyle Broflovski (South Park)

♡ f/o: MARSHmallow [💙] - Stan Marsh (South Park)

♡ f/o: ken ken! [🧡] - Kenny McCormick (South Park)

♡ f/o: my hero! [🇺🇲🍔] - America (Hetalia)

♡ f/o: my maple leaf [🇨🇦🍁] - Canada (Hetalia)

♡ f/o: pure vanilla cookie [🍦🍪] - Pure Vanilla Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

♡ f/o: i gotta believe!! [🎤🐾] - Parappa Rappa (Parappa the Rapper)

♡ f/o: love together! [💘🐾]- Matt Major (Parappa the Rapper)

♡ f/o: forest evergreen [🌲🍁] - Forest Evergreen (Lalaloopsy)

♡ f/o: herb cookie [🌿🌱] - Herb Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

♡ f/o: dolly mechanic [🛠🪛] - Ace Fender-Bender (Lalaloopsy)

♡ f/o: CROWNED [👑⚙] - Magolor (Kirby)

♡ f/o: two in one [✏🔥/💛💙] - Jackson Jekyll / Holt Hyde (Monster High)

♡ f/o: now they'll notice me… [🇨🇦 🔪] - Snapped!Canada (Hetalia)

♡ f/o: bandan!! [🏹] - Bandana Waddle Dee (Kirby)

♡ f/o: COLD. NUGGETS. [🥔🎒] - Nugget (Kindergarten)

♡ f/o: clover cookie 🍀 - Clover Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

♡ f/o: chiptune gamer [🎮🎵] - Kitsune²

♡ f/o: contraband dealer [💵] - Monty (Kindergarten)

♡ f/o: super shapes! [💙🟦] - Geo (Team Umizoomi)

♡ f/o: quiet and cute [🧜🏻‍♂️] - Nonny (Bubble Guppies)

♡ f/o: eddie archer [🎧] - Eddie Archer / Kanchi Imada (Yo-Kai Watch)

[yamikawas]

happy valentines day darlingggggggggg!!!!!!!! :3 a little late cuz i may have had to kill someone who had a gift for u but that just means i get to give it to u AND all the gifts i already got for u >:3 i love u soooooo much tobiiiii ur my only valentine and i will make sure im ur only one too no matter the cost heehee~ 💖⚡💖⚡love ya!!!

- yoomtah!!

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[ronanlynchbf]

am so tipsy rn. A little past tipsy actually but i love life n i love the world i love people i love little joys i love my friends i love art i love snoopy and movies and books and i love my family i love libraries and parks i love moomin i love miffy and all the other little critters and i love universal experiences n i love people being happy and dancing in the streets and i love strangers that are always kind and understanding and i love Love and i think also i am starting to be a bit more forgiving toward myself <333