The emotional vibes are strong in this one
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Y'know, when I first used Tumblr from about 2012 to 2019 I never reblogged with tags. I always loved reading other people's tags but I never had the patience to actually open the reblog and type them in, mostly because I'm on mobile and you can do that fast reblog where you just swipe your thumb up, but also because I just didn't want to take that 0.2 seconds to just open it and type what I'm thinking. Now, since I've returned due to Twitter's downfall (not because I was on Twitter but because the drama has revived my love for Tumblr) I've started liberally using the tags and I think it's because the way I view comments in the tags is the exact same as me making small comments to my husband while we watch a movie or see something crazy happen. Typing of the tags feels like the equivalent of leaning over to him and quietly whispering some little comment and both of us cracking up over it
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you've been friends with bakugo since you could crawl. you know every single thing about each other.
he knows your favorite colors. you know his ears turn red when he's lying. he can always make you laugh with that intoned snark, no matter how annoying he is.
you can easily follow the way his lip curls with a sneer, pink and plush in all the ways a childhood friend shouldn't look. he can make out the distinct smell of your perfume... vanilla.. cherries... and something else. something entirely you. he can't keep his eyes from crossing, just a little.
when he can't bear your gaze any longer, he pulls you into a firm but uncharacteristically gentle headlock. there's a spot underneath his ribs that's particularly ticklish; you only use it as a nuclear last resort when escaping his all-too-beefy chokehold - jesus when did he get so big
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I don't think I've really sat down and let enough sink in about how brutally real Riz's whole deal is this season. It's a kid raised by his single mother, reckoning with his father's absence, who never had any true friends until this gang of bumblefucks. And now he's faced with a future where his friends failing school is not the problem, no, what's really stressing him out is figuring out how the hell he gets it to where they all end up in the same place. How does he keep them together. Because at the end of the day simply passing isn't gonna cut it if they all go down different roads and he ends up alone all over again.
The feeling of being a kid who has been bullied their entire life, finally acquiring good friends who make you happy, and then the nauseating dread and panic when you start to realize that it can't last forever. Murph you fucking criminal.
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i just know that hawks would have one of those boyish, conspiratorial smiles irl that make you feel like someone poured lightning down all your veins
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one of my things with love is that i think it's probably like colors. yeah we have a thing that we all sort of agree is red. but we have no way to know if other people see red the same way as us. your red could be totally different from mine and we would never know because it has functionally the same relation to all of us and so we all just call it red. i have no way of knowing if anyone else on earth feels love the exact same way in which i do and in fact i think most people probably don't...
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Emma. 2020 rehearsals, picture by Autumn de Wilde (x)
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