#that's👏my👏girl👏

[littleeyesofpallas]

[ruumiinlaulaja]

”Oh, here’s an idea! You could shut the fuck up!”

[starleska]

gahhhhh i've just started watching My Adventures with Superman and i cannot believe how babygirl Clark is!!!! 🥺🥺 look at him. he could tear a train in half with his bare hands but he has a smile as soft as a kitten's fur;;;; Man of Steel? that's a Man of Marshmallow 😭💖

[iced-souls]

Happy 9th anniversary under the tale!

[nanaminokanojo]

Okay, hear me out. Sylus will agree to have a cast of his thing done to make a dildo exactly like it so you could go ham with it on him. It's not for you. It's 👏 for 👏 him 👏. Yes. This 👇 man.

[makenna-made-this]

World's Most Miserable Woman regrets decision to molt in winter

Tragic

[bri-cheeses]

| Rosekiller microfic | Word count: 496 | A follow up to this microfic |

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“We’re not dating,” Barty said definitively.

Adriata blinked. “I’m sorry?” she said.

“Evan and I,” Barty said slowly, “are most definitely not dating.”

“Really?” She sounded absolutely flabbergasted, and Barty could not be more confused.

“Um, yes? I’m not sure where you even got that impression in the first place.”

“You’re literally cuddling in front of a fireplace at one in the morning,” she pointed out. “And that’s a common occurrence. It’s not our fault we all assumed you guys were dating.”

“We?” Barty echoed.

Again, that snort from Regulus. Barty cut him a look, and he immediately went back to reading as if to say, “Don’t involve me in this.”

Barty looked back to Adriata as she stared at him, mouth slightly open. “Yes, we. As in the entire castle, Barty.”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, what were we supposed to think?” She exclaimed. “You two smelled each other in Amortentia, you’re always touching in at least one way, and I’m fairly certain that your eyes have turned into hearts by now with how often you look at each other like you’re in love. Assumptions were going to be made, Crouch.”

“Still,” he said skeptically, “that’s a pretty big leap to make.”

Adriata’s mouth fell open and she turned to Regulus, who had given up on pretending to read by this point.

“Is he always like this?” she asked.

Barty looked at him and waited for his reply, feeling relieved to have someone here who was on his side.

Regulus nodded solemnly. “They both are. It’s horrible.”

“Excuse me?” he said again. Were his eyes and ears malfunctioning, or had Reg really just turned on him?

“Barty,” Regulus said, leveling a flat look at him, “I have lived in the same dorm room as you two for six years. Trust me when I say it’s been painful to watch you guys tiptoe around each other.”

“I’m not—I’m not tiptoeing around Evan,” Barty said faintly.

“You are,” Adriata supplied helpfully. Regulus nodded.

A warm puff of air from Evan’s lips caused Barty to look down. The firelight was still casting shadows across his face and his eyelashes fluttered slightly. His parted lips were full and Barty could imagine the exact shade of pink they would be if it were daytime. A curl had fallen across Evan’s face, and Barty brushed it away.

“I don’t like Evan,” he said, but his voice shook slightly.

Another warm exhale. Something fluttered in Barty’s stomach.

“Right,” said Regulus.

The light danced through Evan’s hair.

“I don’t,” Barty insisted, but it was less sure than he’d like it to be.

“Sure,” said Adriata.

Evan’s hand tightened in Barty’s shirt, and the flutter in his stomach turned into the flapping of a thousand wings.

And oh.

Maybe he did like Evan. Maybe he had liked Evan for a while now, even.

“I like Evan?” Barty tried to say, but it came out more as a question.

“Yes,” Adriata stressed as Reg muttered, “Finally.”

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[dumvixerum]

YURI JUMPSCARE 😨😨🏃🏻‍♀️😨

[gh0stv01d]

ok im tired of tim’s house changing like every season but im just going to assume that Tim used his half of the money from selling his dad’s house to get himself a bigger house with the intention that Lucy would eventually move in and they could raise a family together…

[momentomori24]

I really hope people haven't forgotten that Grace is actually pretty smart and helpful during class trials. Like this woman spent half the time brain dead from getting zapped (a third time) and then woke up to drive the trial forward along with Wolfgang and Damon. She was the one who guided us to the answer of how Cara was killed through the bucket mechanism, and was even the reason we realised there was a mechanism used for the murder at all. She's very much capable of coming up with logical deductions on the spot and actually be correct, as well as remain relatively calm and composed while doing so.

When she immediately latches on to the first person with even a crumb of a chance to be the killer, when she disrupts the investigation by unintentionally hiding potential clues, when she immediately resorts to hostility over being suspected herself and allows that grudge to cloud her judgement later-- that's not her at her A-Game, nor is that her just being stupid. That's her reasoning being shaken by grief. Her erratic behaviour during Chapter 1's trial contradicts her behaviour during Chapter 0's trial, and that's because this time the victim isn't a lifeless doll based on a person she's never met and has no connection to; the victim this time is the man she's grown the closest to, the first person in our group she met and someone she allowed herself to be vulnerable with in a way she wouldn't be with anyone else. The one to give her hope in her moment of paralysis induced by her near death experience and the only one to actually reach out to her in a way she'd actually reach back. The person she thought was vulnerable, unable to leave his bed, and who she had to find dead after walking out the door and leaving him behind despite it all. She's not stupid or incapable of making rational deductions, nor is she bad at making sound arguments or reasonable accusations-- she's literally just guilt-ridden and grieving.

[cobrasx]

"wazzat..? i thought it was a bust." . "this show is anything but a bust!" ↳ "phantom of the popera";; ep. 18

[thankstothe]

[telestoapologist]

prison abolitionist eido

[dellamortte]

ohhhh i was in the middle of drawing something then suddenly!!! had the urge to write so i had to stop drawing and start writing omfggg that’s never happened to me before 😵‍💫

[skatinginfinitelywithyourmom]

bucchigiri?! episode 8 or as I like to call it - Matakara and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad two days :)

[faededaway]

Cam performer reader x Pro hero Aizawa (part 2???)

(cam masturbation, pillow humping, crying? Use of baby, fem bodied reader, Aizawa appearance in the end)

Dating Aizawa isn't easy. He's a pro hero and full time teacher. His students have his attention during the day, and by night the whole city becomes his responsibility (according to him, at least).

Usually, you don't mind meeting him in-between his schedule. Whenever he's free, you both meet halfway to have a meal together and catch up on your lives. He still sends stuff to you. The packages' sizes depend on how often he meets you during the month (and that is how you got the 6ft tall plushie that doubles as a bed sometimes).

All of that's okay. But, nothing can make up for his physical absence. Sometimes you regret ever kissing him. The first kiss, the first time you held hands, the first hug, the first time you slept together, you regret all of it. How would you know how good they feel if you hadn't done them at all? You wouldn't miss him this much if you didn't know how good it feels to be with him.

I wish I could show him how badly I want him.

You think to yourself as you lay curled up in your bed. It's 8pm now. Aizawa doesn't have patrol today but he does have scripts to check. Damn scripts!

There are no live shows or uploads scheduled for today but you think back to the reason you started streaming. You were lonely, just like now. Only before, you had no one to wait for. Now, you have Aizawa. You miss him and not someone or anyone. You want him. But you can't have him because he's a hero and the world needs him too.

He can watch while he grades papers, right?

Half decent thoughts fill your mind as you find yourself setting up your live and updating your website for an impromptu show.

To be consistent with the theme, you don't interact with the chat or do your usual intro. Instead, you do what you want to do only with the thought that Aizawa can see you now.

Aizawa's still a regular viewer. You know he has his notifications on. Even if he doesn't watch, he will know you're streaming. He could maybe find 2 minutes to spare a glance, right?

You reach out to Aizawa's pillow on your bed and bring it between your legs. You press your face into it and let out a frustrated scream.

You lay on your bed and wait to hear the tings that tell you someone's joined the live. After counting 10 of them, you get up and sit on your knees.

One of them has to be him.

Once you're done, you raise your head smoothen out the pillow.

If only you were here

You sigh out loud before looking around the room for something to make this less lonely. His crewneck sweatshirt lays on your chair. You scramble up to get it.

You hear the familiar sound telling you someone's commenting on the live. You imagine it to be Aizawa, asking you what you're up to.

With his shirt in your hand, you come in frame again.

You've been wanting him so bad that the temptation to ride his pillow had plagued you for days now. Today, you are finally giving in to it.

You put the sweatshirt over his pillow and fluff it out.

Fuck. I want him so bad

You remove your panties and straddle his pillow. The soft fabric brushes against your clit and makes you tighten your legs around it.

You could hear many tings of the chatbox. You imagined them all to be Aizawa. Aizawa chiding you, Aizawa praising you, Aizawa complementing you, Shouta, Shouta, Shouta!

Thinking about him watching you makes your move your hips faster and press your face into his sweatshirt. You can smell him on it. You've made love in this shirt before. He'd held you so tight, so right. Just like this, just here. Right here, on this bed.

All the times you made love, his scent, his pillow, his sweatshirt, his laugh, his moans, his hands, just him, thoughts of him filled your head as your moans echoed throughout the room.

You are so close to cumming, just need a little something more.

You bunch up the pillow and bring it under your pussy. If Aizawa was with you in this moment, he wouldn't wrapped his arms around you, or his hands would've held your hips while he whispered soft words of encouragement in your ear. To stimulate something similar, you tug the sweatshirt off of the pillow and pull it over yourself. His scent surrounds you, bringing you so much closer to your finish. Your hips move faster, lips call out for him as you reach your high.

Daddy, daddy, daddy, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. Daddy!

Your vision gets hazy and your legs clench around the pillow. You're breathless and heaving. The pillow is wet and warm between your thighs. The thought of having done this to his pillow suddenly feels wrong. A quiver leaves your mouth. Right then, two arms come around your waist to hoist you away from the source of your discomfort.

Shouta!

You reach out to him and burry your face into his chest. Tears start running down your face and you're sobbing.

"Shou, I missed you, and I really wanted you. I just wanted to show you- Wait, wait, the camera-”

“Shh, baby, it's okay. I turned it off before coming to you. It's okay. I'm sorry. My baby missed me so much. I'm here,” he caresses your head and rubs your back shushing you.

“I'll sorry for-”

“Its okay. We can talk about it later. Right now, let me take care of you from here.”

🩷Part 1 🧡Part 3