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gay-wilfs · 1 year
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i’m genuinely never gonna get over the fact that the CW killed off two of their main characters brutally because they were a popular gay ship and let the perceived hetero one have a nice long life with a child and a wife. what was the reason
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gay-wilfs · 2 years
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was trying to say "mom, castiel-" and instead said "momiel”. this is my last straw. worst day of my life.
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gay-wilfs · 2 years
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byeee you want to be different so bad you’re not fooling anyone girl
omg just got my first transphobic anon does this mean i’m famous 😩
anyways working on todobaku au should be coming out soon <33
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gay-wilfs · 2 years
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snap //  bakugo
description ; aizawa’s sleep is interrupted by an incessant clicking sound 
authors note // horrible ending bc it’s like 3AM but i swear i’ll revise in the future. angst incoming though
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snap.
snap.
snap.
aizawa tried to ignore it at first. the snap, pause, snap, pause, snap. students, annoying students, had their own ways to focus. jirou listened to music. midoriya muttered. denki tapped his pencil. he often had no problem with it as long as it wouldn’t disturb him. but this, this incessant, off-beat snapping.. it was giving him a migraine already. not even his sleeping bag could muffle it enough for him to drift off to sleep.
snap, snap.
snap.
snap.
the hero’s jaw tightened. it was getting more aggressive, persistent. whoever was doing it was getting frustrated. aizawa tightened the bag around his head in contempt. goddamn students.. can’t be quiet for a second, he scoffed internally. only twenty more minutes of class, he reassured himself, twenty more minutes and the fucking snapping would cease. he could sleep.
snap, snap, snap, snap.
snap.
snap, snap.
aizawa wanted to snap, too. snap at whoever wasn’t aware of how irritating they were being. the noise was getting even more frantic, somehow. the teacher growled, tossing and turning in his sleeping bag. his rage was reaching a boiling point and he could barely stay still from it. all 1-A needed to do was write a simple essay on how school was still important in their hero teaching. that was it. it’s not like he was asking them to solve world peace, for christ’s sake.
“uh, bakubro?”
snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap-
“who the hell is snapping?!” aizawa had enough, ripping open his sleeping back and clambering to his feet. he slammed his hands down on his desk, eyes bloodshot from how exhausted he was. the students in front of him flinched at the outburst- pencils clacking to the desk, a yelp or two sounding through the now paralyzed room. tension filled the room. it became deafeningly silent. 
except for one sound. one student.
snap, snap, snap.
kirishima tugged desperately at his friend’s shirt, almost shaking him, “dude! mr. aizawa is going to murder you, stop it!” bakugo seemed to ignore him, intently focused on the fingers next to his ear.
snap, snap.
aizawa hissed, stomping his way around his desk. students in the perimeter of the blonde seemed to scoot as far away as they could from the impending explosive argument. kirishima yelped at the sight of his oncoming teacher, “come on, he’s gonna give you like a year’s detention for this!! don’t be stubborn!”
snap... snap... snap.
the furious teacher could feel his scarf ready to strangle the snapping boy- “katsuki baku-!”
but it was as if bakugo couldn’t comprehend the teacher standing over him, taking both of his arms and suddenly hitting the sides of his head with a small scream of frustration.
“stop- fucking stop, i c- i can’t.. FUCK!”
aizawa paused, stunned at the behavior. bakugo’s voice shook in a way aizawa hadn’t heard before- hadn't expected. the boy in front of him ripped his arms from the sides of his head and snapped his fingers again, and snapped and snapped in both of his ears until.. until he slammed his hands down on the desk, the air of defeat around him so foreign aizawa felt as if he was in a parallel universe.
“kat..katsuki?” eijiro’s hand slacked from his best friend’s shirt, sounding choked and wet. it fell quiet once more. aizawa stepped forward gently, placing his hands down above bakugo’s. he knew the signs of a panic attack, or at least an oncoming one. but the blonde refused the touch immediately, jumping from his chair. bakugo stumbled backwards, hands shaking in front of his face. as if something only he could see what was staining them.
“hey, hey, kid! calm down, what’s going on?” shota could almost see the panic radiating from his student. his rage instantly washed away, and concern for the boy who was looking smaller by the minute pushed him forward. aizawa raised his hands encouragingly and took a small step toward bakugo. but it was almost as if he was a caged animal, backing away hurriedly from aizawa with such shaky knees, the teacher was surprised he was even still standing. bakugo hit the back wall, knuckles white as he gripped the window sill.
“someone, go get recovery girl for me, please.” the calm, even tone of their teacher snapped class 1-A from their stupor. 
“s-sir.. is k-kacchan okay..?” izuku midoriya hadn’t seen his childhood friend so vulnerable since after all might retired. it scared him. bakugo was strong, bakugo didn’t panic. he was always confident and he never faltered.
“i will take care of him, midoriya, so please, give us some room.” most of the class listened to the request, stepping back from where they crowded. but midoriya and kirishima looked at each other, hesitant. they wanted to help, even if they knew there wasn’t much they could do that their teacher wasn’t already. it didn’t stop the fact they could feel their hearts crumbling piece by piece with every jagged breathe katsuki struggled with.
“bakugo, i need you to calm down for me. why don’t we take a step outside for some fre-”
katsuki suddenly shot his head up, interrupting aizawa’s plead. everyone could see the blonde’s face now- see his tear streaked, blotchy, twitching, terrified face. it was such a distressing, outlandish sight for the usually self-assured boy that aizawa could hear the students behind him gasp. some called out to him in soft voices. but bakugo, bakugo kept his bloodshot eyes on shota himself. the teacher could feel the pit in his stomach drop with nerves.
“katsuki, please, try to even out your breaths for me, okay? follow my breathing.”
except the encouragement could only serve to fill the kid with more dread. aizawa noticed the fall and raise of his chest quicken considerably, breathing so rapid he could only assume bakugo was getting lightheaded, confused.
“ kid, you’re going to pass out if you keep-”
“s-sorry te-teach.. you-’re gonna,” bakugo hiccupped, tears streaming faster, and yet it looked as if a wavering smirk was making it’s way onto the kid’s face, “y-you’re g-gonna needa-.. needa sp-speak up.” katsuki look behind his concerned teacher, eyes scanning his classmates, focusing on moving lips. and then he raised his palm close to his ear. without a seconds notice, the boy began popping off small explosions. yet, even as they got louder, aizawa couldn’t help but notice how the problem child wasn’t flinching at all. bakugo and aizawa connected eyes once more, the blonde’s wobbly smirk widening with self-hatred.
“because i can’t hear shit.”
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gay-wilfs · 2 years
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this is a john winchester hate account. why? five reasons
1. john is a horrible name.
2. had a fucking buzzcut
3. is an idiot
4. i hate him
5. john is a horrible name.
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gay-wilfs · 2 years
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I can't help it if I have the right opinions--
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gay-wilfs · 3 years
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Stiles: “You can’t just keep adopting every stray werewolf you see on the streets!”
Scott, motioning towards Isaac and Alec: “Watch me.”
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