#FAT GUM YOU ARE PRECIOUS

[crybaby-bkg]

you know what’s absolutely terrifying???? having to cut a baby’s nails………

Katsuki has to cut your baby’s fingernails when he discovers a tiny little scratch by her eye one morning. it’s barely there, a small thing, but it’s there, marring her little face nonetheless. he frowns at her when he holds her the next morning, her dreamy eyes alert and blinking up at him, she smiles.

“Now I gotta cut yer claws down,” he mutters to her, voice quiet as to not wake your sleeping form in the bedroom. he pads throughout the house with her chubby face resting on his shoulder, her gums gnawing at his bare skin, but he doesn’t seem to mind it.

he finds himself in a conundrum though, once he realizes just how fucking—how sharp the damn clippers are. they’re tiny, lavender in color, but they’re meant to cut though the nail with such precision. and yes, he’s a pro hero, has had to adopt the title of EMT, firefighter, emergency surgeon a few times in his life when need be.

but…those people weren’t his baby girl. they weren’t this tiny and precious, and they never looked up at him with a face so similar to his, it makes his heart squeeze tight in his chest. he frowns at her again, even deeper, and this makes her hiccup a little giggle, gummy smile spreading wide.

“You’re only gonna wear mittens from here on out,” he grumbles after a while, finally daring to pick up a tiny hand that she instantly curls around his thick finger. it’s the cutest image, he thinks to himself, but he catches sight of the jagged nail, the culprit. his heart squeezes even tighter though, when he realizes that he can’t protect her from every hurt in the world, even if the hurt comes from her own hands. and the realization is an aching one, but he tells himself that he, at least, can patch her up.

you walk in minutes later, find Bakugou curled over your daughter in the rocking chair he built for her room. his tongue pokes from the corner of his mouth in concentration, his eyebrows furrowed. your daughter babbles to him the whole time, her sweet voice cooing the softest little noises that he responds back to.

“I know, I know,” he mumbles to her. “Ya don’t like baths, and don’t like your nails cut, either. What other shit do you hate, huh?” he asks, and she seemingly responds with a long, sighed out coo. it makes him smile, despite the way his hands slightly shake when he cuts the next nail. he’s terrified, of somehow hurting her even more, of cutting too close, of scratching her. but he treks on, and kisses her fat little fingers every time he clips another nail.

#I thought about this earlier and it made me WEEP #bc cutting a baby’s fingernails is a TERRIFYING and terrible experience #and if you cut too close/low and make them cry???? ohhhh just send me to hell at that point #I’ve never actually done it sjdhdjd but I’m TRAUMATIZED seeing my sister do it #and I just think he wants to be so careful and sweet with his baby but he’s terrified of hurting them even more!!! #I love him goodbye #I’m sooooo freaking sleepy tho we had such a long day doing stuff w my family and nieces #I’m BEAT!!!!! #but Christmas is in a few hours and I’m excited ^_^ #bakugou treats! 🍬 #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #dad bkg

[yanderelionwrites]

MHA Yandere Lists: Types of Darlings They'd Go After

Content Warning: yandere, kidnapping, obsessive & possessive behavior

The Shy Darling - Oh dear, you are just too precious, aren’t you? So shy and innocent. So meek and submissive. Honeyed words or just the simplest touch is enough to make you an embarrassed and flustered mess, and these Yanderes revel in that fact. Your timidness, while endearing, causes for concern, however. There’s no way you’ll be able to make it through life on your own with the way you are now. They’ve seen first hand how cruel and dangerous the world can be, and the last thing they want is to see you swallowed up whole. Let them handle the hard stuff, okay, honey? They’ll take care of everything from now on. Just be a good Darling and accept their “help”.

| Dabi, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, FAT GUM, Himiko Toga, IZUKU MIDORIYA, Mezo Shoji, Midnight, Mina Ashido, MIRIO TOGATA, Natsuo Todoroki, Nejire Hado, Sero Hanta, Shoto Todoroki, TAMAKI AMAJIKI, Tenya Iida, Tsuyu Asui

The Kind Darling - Your big-hearted nature and empathy for others is what drew them in. We need more people like you in this world, so why wouldn’t they feel the urge to protect you? You’re just so considerate and caring… They need that kind of warmth in their life. They crave your gentle caress as you tell them everything will be alright… Can’t you give them at least that much? They just might use your kindness against you, guilt-tripping you into staying with them. You wouldn’t leave someone in need of comfort hanging, right? No, Darling…you wouldn’t. 

| ALL MIGHT, Hawks, Izuku Midoriya, Momo Yaoyorozu, Kyouka Jiro, Mr. Compress, Natsuo Todoroki, OCHAKO URARAKA, Present Mic, Re-Destro, Shota Aizawa, SHOTO TODOROKI, SPINNER, Tamaki Amajiki, Tenya Iida, TWICE

The Fierce Darling - What a spitfire you are, sweetheart. You refuse to break, though that hardly deters the Yandere from pursuing you. From claiming what’s theirs. They like a good challenge, and turning you from a wild beast into a tame pet is sure to be a satisfying one. While they can’t wait for the day that you finally submit to them, they still love your unruly and rebellious attitude. It gives them a reason to punish you, and show you just how ridiculous it is for you to think you actually stand a chance against them.

| All For One, Dabi, Endeavor, KATSUKI BAKUGO, Midnight, MIRKO, Overhaul, Present Mic, Tomura Shigaraki

The Lonely Darling - At first, they pitied you. You lived alone, didn’t have any friends to hang out with, and no family members that wanted to reach out and see how you were doing. Your schedule was work, eat, sleep, and it pained the Yandere to see you live this way. You may think you’re not lonely, maybe even outright say you aren’t, but they can see right through you. They understand the feeling of having no one around for them, so it was only a matter of time before they decided to whisk you away to their home. You won’t be lonely any longer now, dear… They’ll always be there for you.

| Eijiro Kirishima, Fumikage Tokoyami, HAWKS, HITOSHI SHINSO, Izuku Midoriya, Mezo Shoji, Mr. Compress, Sero Hanta, Shota Aizawa, SPINNER, Tamaki Amajiki, Tomura Shigaraki, TWICE

~~~

Thanks for reading! Lemme know if there are any other MHA characters you want me to add to future lists!

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[inkykeiji]

character: haitani rindou x fem!reader warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, cum feeding + swallowing words: 682

just,,, rly badly need rindou feeding me his cum :( because he cums so much it’s almost concerning; it’s so thick, so bitter, so silky smooth that it slips easily from fingertips to tongues, from tongues to throats, from throats to tummies, and oh, it’s such a shame to let it go to waste, isn’t it, sweetheart?

he’ll spurt a load anywhere on your body—keeps things interesting, he had claimed, followed swiftly by a stern warning that you’d better not spill a single fucking drop; his cum is precious, after all—and he’ll clean it up and feed it to you from anywhere, too.  

because rindou loves feeding you his cum. he’ll gather it up on two fingers—index and middle, smeared with big fat, globs of cream that dribble and curl around his fingertips, gleaming almost prettily in the dim evening light—and push them into your patient mouth, opened wide and waiting like the good, good girl you are, tongue stuck out just a little; inviting, begging.

sometimes he’ll let you suck his fingers clean, mouth closing tightly around the third knuckles as your lips pucker into little petals and your cheeks hollow, sticking to the sides of his fingers, tongue winding, whirling, wreathing as it siphons the digits further down your throat, wrapped almost protectively around the bones. lilac turns to violet as he watches you drag your mouth off of his fingers almost completely before keenly sucking them back in, swallowing the cum your lips have scoured from his flesh. the tip of your tongue traces the seam of his fingers, soaking up whatever remnants of the substance have pooled in the cracks and gaps, greedily ensuring you don’t miss a single drop.

other times he will force you to stay still, mouth stretched open as far as the hinges of your jaw will allow, tongue unfurled from your mouth desperate and diligent as he drags goopy fingertips slathered in cum along the saliva-coated muscle, depositing streaks of cream. he rubs them on the inside of your cheeks, your gums, beneath your tongue, and all over your teeth, effectively coating your entire mouth in his essence, and doesn’t permit you to lick it up or swallow any of it at all until he’s finished painting your mouth with it, until your cunt and your thighs and your tits are clean, not a single stroke of his cum left. 

but no matter the method, it always leaves him higher than heaven, pupils blown to hell as he watches your mouth, gaze unblinking and gluey, exhaling an airy little fuck through parted lips when you finally swallow, muscles contracting gently around his fingertips. 

because he loves feeling you, loves feeling the way your tongue twines with, over, under, and between his fingers, slick muscle smooth and soft; loves feeling that tender, thankful hum vibrate around the tips of his fingers as your tongue twitches with a swallow. 

he loves hearing you, loves hearing those precious little noises muffled by his flesh, oozing past his fingers with cum-tainted spit as you drool them out of the corners of your mouth, sweet little whimpers and desperate little mewls as you suck him in further, as you beg him for more. 

he loves seeing you, loves seeing the way your lashes flutter and gaze glitters, heavy and lidded but never dull, as you stare at him so lovingly, so dreamily, like he’s some sort of fucking god, or something. he loves seeing the way your mouth puckers, loves seeing the thick coat of saliva you leave shimmering across his knuckles as your mouth pulls back, slow and steady, scraping them clean. 

it all has him instantly hard again, raring and ready to go another round, and you’re already dripping wet—you’ve been dripping wet for a while now, drenching your inner thighs and his cotton sheets—but rindou doesn’t mind. it helps dispel the cum, at least, and he always feeds you until your slick runs pure, untainted with his seed, and all done; how ‘bout some more, baby?

#haitani rindou x reader #haitani rindou smut #haitani rindou x you #haitani rindou drabble #haitani rindou headcanons #haitani smut #rindou headcanons #haitani rindo x reader #haitani rindo smut #rindo smut #haitani headcanons #bonten x reader #rindou hcs #tokrev x reader #tokrev smut

[theshinazugawaslut]

can you maybe… do sanemi with a wifey with small tits and a big ass? i know it seems random but i’m curious to see how you’ll write it! /nf

a/n: thank you for sending this! i was not very sure about what you wanted other than small tits and a big ass so that's what I gave — let me introduce sanemi being a lewd bastard, ogling you and trying to control himself, he's also kind of pathetic because when is he not? anyway, here's sanemi being weird. also, for reference, i'm big-chested and with a big ass so it might not be the best? but then again, i've never had sex and i write this shit.

You're pretty — always so pretty that it hurts.

He'd do anything for you to keep looking into his eyes; anything for your shimmering, sweet eyes to stay on his. Even when he's making love to you, little groans of your name leaving his kiss-swollen lips, he's kept a large, broad hand cupping the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair as he keeps your head down so he can see your eyes.

Others might find it strange but he likes watching your eyes, when they roll back into your head as he keeps his hands on your hips to sink him back down onto his length as he sits up in the futon as he swallows your mouth with desperate, wet kisses.

He loves your lips, too, loves it when you open your mouth and let him prod around, even if you find it rather peculiar. He loves your mouth, all bite and sweet and his. Sometimes he likes looming over you just to press a thick finger into your mouth, feeling over your enamel and gums, sometimes pinching your tongue between two fingers just to hear the pretty choke sound you make. Your jaw remains slack though, allowing his fingers to fuck your throat, feel the inside of your soft and chubby cheeks.

"Swallow," he'll say, voice rasping and eyes becoming hazy as he sees the amount of spit gathering in your mouth, saliva begin to drool down your chin.

He'll watch, mesmerised, as your mouth closes around three of his fingers and your throat bobs, momentarily tightening around his knuckles and nails before you open you mouth again. Your pink tongue flattening as he places the pad of his index finger against it, feeling the warm, wet muscles slowly lick across it.

He was filthy for your smell, too — it made him drool like a bitch in heat, and he was always moaning against your hair as he rained kisses like rhinestone eyes across your hairline as he breathed in the scent. His rough hands holding onto your hips, blunt fingernails pressing into your plump skin as he pressed his nose against that precious crook between neck and shoulder, peppering kisses slowly down your arms, your waist, till his nostrils flare till when he reaches your drooling cunt.

"My darling girl," he'll coo, nudging his cheek against your inner thigh. "Pretty, pretty, pretty," he almost sings like a child, placing feverish kisses against your pudgy folds, sucking like a lunatic at your puffy clit till you come all over his face, and he loves being soaked in your honeyed essence, still muttering mean little praises against your cunt.

He'll gasp loudly as his face is covered in the smell of your gushing pussy, moaning like a whore for you as it drips down his chin and sharp jaw, smeared across his lips lewdly, even dripping from his hair, just for him to bury his face against your slit once more, teething against your sex, smacking his jaw against your juiced-up clit, swishing his head side-to-side as if he were a hyena ripping flesh from bone, letting out drawn-out moans and whines.

"You're doing so well, so fuckin' well, baby," he'll moan one day as he keeps his bulging arms wrapped around your neck, squeezing till you see stars as he drags his cock in and out of you on your shared futon.

This is when he likes your voice the most, when you're all strangled whimpers and silent screams as he fucks the air right out of you. "Uh-huh? You want it like this, don't ya? That's right, atta girl, take my cock, take that fat fucking cock."

His grin is lopsided against your neck as he bites hard into the supple flesh but he smacks your cheek lightly as he almost violently thrusts into your spasming cunt, watching how your mind turns to dumb cotton. "Oi, stay with me, 'm bouta cum." But he'll kiss your glittering skin like gold. "Fuckin' bitch... Got me actin' like an animal, love you so damn much."

Though as soon as you cum, he'll be gathering you in his arms, littering kisses across your face and when you reach up to touch his hot skin, he'll grab your hand, kiss each fingertip like god-given twilight.

"My love, my love," he whispers against your forehead, kissing the arch of your brow sweetly, both of you sweaty and sticky, and you're just oozing with his seed. "My sweet girl, are you alright?" His lilac eyes worriedly look at your neck, a little red forming from where he had choked you a little but as you nod, giving him a weak but content smile, he beams right back. "That's my girl..."

"You're happy...?" you'll ask in your sweet, shy voice. He'll grin, and say he's the happiest man in the world.

He loves all of you, if that wasn't obvious, loves all the sweet parts of you. Loves how you stroke the silvery, jagged scars on his chest; loves how you watch random children with tender, soft eyes, and he decides to stuff you again in hope you'll carry his child and he can kiss your plump stomach one day; loves how you forget to take your sword or your shoes with you for missions; loves how you glower at younger slayers for lacking ambition or soul; loves how you stare at flowers or stars like they were calling to you with siren song.

But sometimes he feels like a filthy animal with how much he slobbers at the sight of your small tits and big ass.

He knows all too well how you glare at him when he tries to explain his obsession with your breasts — you weren't flat like tree bark but you weren't very big-chested either so you didn't understand your husband's odd like for them.

"Doesn't stop ye moaning though," he'll hiss into your ear before ducking his red-cheeked face down to suckle on your pert nipple, his other calloused fingers squeezing at the small mounds like a hungry mutt. "Love these pretty tits of yours so damn much...."

And you know he likes your ass, always touching it; sometimes out of genuine, sheer innocence. It's just that natural to him for his large hands to rest on the rather fabulous swell of your ass as he stands next to you, though he'll be a tease and pinch it and grin when you yelp and go hot with embarrassment as he grins like a man man.

Though you've gotten used to him trailing around after you in the estate, sometimes patting your ass like a fucking bongo drum as you cook and he talks to you casually. Sometimes he'll take his chopstick and keep poking at your bum, smiling innocently when you turn around to pinch his nose affectionately.

But right now, he feels kind of bad for salivating.

You're not even dressed up, nor are you doing anything particularly special. Simply wearing a matching slayer uniform with him, haori and all, though he insists that you keep your gakuran shirt all buttoned up so that nobody stares (that's his job anyway) which you do per his request.

But he feels vile right now and he knows he looks madder than usual as you and a few younger slayers investigate a certain village today, waiting till the stars begin to twinkle to hunt down the demon.

You keep staring at him too and you're making it worse. Hell, he keeps blinking slowly as if reality isn't really making sense to him because why the fuck does your uniform look so nice on you? The swell of your ass still incredibly prominent despite the flowing hakama.

He wants to touch you, bend you over wherever, whenever but he can't because he'd never, never do that to you. You're too sweet, too innocent (he supposes) for that.

"Sanemi, are you alright?" you ask him, the back of your hand coming to touch his forehead, knuckles brushing past his brow as you worry about his feverish state, and just the touch of your hand has him reeling. "'Nemi, honey?"

"'m- 'm f-fine," he says through gritted teeth, trying not to moan at just the sensation of you checking his temperature; his eyes are more bloodshot than usual, becoming pinpricks as they look at you. He reaches up so that broad fingertips can light graze your jaw, he repeats with a forced smile, "'m fine, doll..."

You don't look convinced but you walk just a few steps ahead of him, using your sweet voice to guide the younger slayers, and it's like you're doing it on purpose. The audacity. Walking in front of him, where he has perfect view of your ass, why did god give him such a perfect wife?

The mission itself went well, the kakushi cleaning up as always, and after tending to a wounded slayer. You notice your husband hadn't returned from the forest and so, you panic.

Your strong legs running through the thicket of trees, uncaring of the darkness that envelopes the forest, even with the glittering tendrils of moonlight slipping through the foliage, casting an eerie glow.

"Sanemi!" you yell out, adrenaline pumping in your veins at the thought something might have happened to your husband, your uniform occasionally getting stuck in brambles but you truly don't care, simply letting it shred through the fabric. "'Nemi? Sanemi! God, 'Nemi, where are you?! 'Nemi-"

You shriek as you're grabbed as you run past the trunk of a particularly thick tree but a familiar, warm hand covers your mouth, desperately kissing your temple like sin.

"Fuck, 'm sorry," Sanemi sobs against your ear, hand now snaking around your chest to grope at your small tits, other hand reaching down to touch your ass and squeeze. His throat is raw, almost as though it's been ripped apart, voice shredded. "'m sorry, dolly, 'm sorry- I'm filthy, I'm so fuckin' filthy but I wanna touch you so fuckin' bad."

You realise very quickly that your husband had come over here to jack off in the middle of the dark forest, his hakama barely pulled down his thick, muscle-corded thighs. His dick strained against you and he moaned loudly as your clothed body brushed against it, panting into your ear.

"Oh, 'Nemi..." you say softly. "You scared me."

"I'm sorry, 'm sorry, jus' fuck me, please, I beg you, just- Shi-hiit," he whines as you turn around in his arms, looking at him through spotted moonlight.

God, he looks insane: eyes blown wide and bloodshot, jaw going slack as he looks at your pretty eyes, mouth, skin, tits, heart, soul- He surges forward, trying to desperately kiss you, grabbing onto your ass as his dick slaps against his stomach. He looks so fucked.

"Can- can I?" he croaks out and as you nod, allowing him to unbotton your shirt. "All for me?"

You nod and all that's left is for Sanemi to hoist you up against a tree, meaty forearms easily hooking under your thighs and pressing you against it as he slobbers over your tits and trembles against you, he's all but crying and whimpering as his throbbing, heavy cock splits you in two.

The pace he goes at is feral and he's huffing against your neck, letting out wanton moans as his balls clap against your ass, dragging you up and down his cock.

You feel so fucking good and god, it's all for him.

The thought makes him paint your insides white.

#sanemi #anime and manga #sanemi shinazugawa #kny sanemi #sanemi x reader #sanemi x you #kny #husband sanemi #esha answers your questions #sanemi headcanons

[deusvervewrites]

Convergence AU:

Eri being turned into an Oni is adorable!

If we are going with the "Oni are monstrousl strong"-type of Oni, I could imagine that the CE happened overnight and Eri didn't initially realized what happened. Sure, she felt a bit different when she woke up, but she didn't really have time to figure things out when Overhaul came for more "experiments".

That was, until she managed to grab his wrist while flailing and, whoops, he is a lot lighter than he looks, and thats the story of how Overhaul got thrown through a massive brickwall by a tiny girl.

Luckily for him, he survives.

Unluckily for him, that means Eri can use him to break down more walls in her Quest for freedom!

Bonus: Halfway through the compound, Rappa sees them and decides that A: This is precious and adorable, and B: He has new Boss to follow now!

Eri didn't process her second horn, only that Overhaul was back, and scary, and something new deep inside of her was telling her to fight. Overhaul, stunned that even as hidden away as she was, the 'cursed girl' had been infected by the Convergence, let his guard down for one second too long, and went through a wall. But, you know, he can Overhaul himself back together.

In canon, Rappa tells Fat Gum everything he knows about Overhaul's plan, but he doesn't know much about it. Only the end goal, and that it involves mass distribution, for which he needs funding. Rappa does not know about Eri. But he's not stupid; he's an excellent judge of character. He'd take one look at Eri and know what's going on, or at least have a damn good idea.

Considering that Rappa absolutely fucking hates Overhaul and is only sticking around because Overhaul keeps killing him every time they have a death match, I could absolutely see him running into Eri on rampage and siding with her. After all, with that kind of strength, once he gives her a few fighting lessons, she'll be a beast. Also it lets him fuck over Chisaki while giving him something to do while he waits for another chance to deathmatch him

#asks #convergence event au

[sweetnsour1]

6:55:01

Fluff, Amajiki x female reader, part 1 of 2

Part of the Hero Interview Panel Series

"What was I thinking..." You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead against the wall. It was cold, but did nothing to relieve the anxiety welling inside. You groaned and started square breathing.

"Are you-are you alright?"

"Oh, sorry. Yea, it's just a little overwhelming out there." You opened your eyes and tilted your head towards the shaky, but gentle voice. "Didn't know anyone else was-" Your words trailed off when you saw a white hooded hero in the same position you were, but a few yards away. He hummed in understanding.

"It's awful out there. I tried picturing everyone as potatoes." You giggled, but stopped when he looked at you with sad indigo eyes.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't laughing at you. I was just thinking that a stadium full of human-sized potatoes would still be pretty scary." He nodded and turned back to the wall.

"Yea, it was."

"So, that's why you're here?"

You wondered if you'd offended him, but you didn't want to be the one to end the silence hanging between you. You had a hunch he was sorting out his thoughts.

"I'm hiding from Red Riot and Lemillion."

"Why?"

"Because I'd go out there if they asked me to...even though it's awful."

"You're brave." He turned to look at you again. At least one eyebrow was raised. His hair covered too much of his face to tell if the other one was up as well. "Oh, you know...because you'd do it even if it scares you." His eyes darted down your body, searching for something.

"You don't look like the rest of the potatoes." Your laugh echoed through the hall.

"Well, that's good. I'd rather be french fries." Damn, he was even cuter when he smiled. He moved two steps closer.

"Why are you here, small fry?" His eyes flickered to your cheeks as they warmed.

"Oh, well I'm actually one of the panel moderators...sorry." His head tilted. So cute!

"You're a reporter? I don't recognize you."

"I kind of prefer it that way...I'm actually a print journalist. I don't usually volunteer for these sorts of things."

"You volunteered?"

"You're good at this. Normally I ask all the questions." He blushed and took a step back. "Oh, I don't mind...I like it." You shook your head. You were acting like such a rookie, but you really weren't expecting to actually talk with him. "I volunteered." You took one last deep breath. "I volunteered to lead the Fat Gum Agency panel because I wanted to meet my favorite hero..." You felt a rush of something, pushing you to continue. "...and you don't really do interviews."

You watched his face reach a new level of blush as quickly as the words had tumbled out of your mouth.

"I'm so sorry! I'm not saying this was an interview...like this is totally off the record and all that. It was just a nice talk."

"You say sorry a lot."

"Sorry...um I mean, yes you're right. I mean it when I say it though."

"You always mean what you say." You opened your mouth to answer, but closed it when you realized it wasn't a question. Your phone started vibrating. You silenced it without pulling it from your pocket.

"We're gonna' be late." He turned back to the wall. "Um, do you want me to use my quirk on you. It might help with the anxiety."

He didn't move when you closed the distance between you. You moved your hand up, but paused as you neared his face. He was blushing again.

"Oh, and if you're angry with me...tell me now. My quirk-"

"I'm not angry."

"Okay, then it should be fine." You pressed your hand to his cheek. You hesitated when his eyes closed and he hummed.

"Is your quirk sunshine?" Your brows crinkled in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"It feels warm and soothing...like the sun." You blushed, but kept your hand and eyes on Suneater.

"My quirk is Amplify. I can increase the impact of emotions...but I...didn't use it on you yet." His eyes sprang open. You bit your lip to keep from grinning when you saw his cute pointed ears shift to the same red as his cheeks.

He's so precious. Read part 2

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[suckmybigtoeoikawa]

Hello, I saw your request page. Hopefully, requests are still open. If they are, can I please request some headcanons sfw or nsfw for Keigo(Hawks), Taishiro (Fat Gum), Toshinori (All Might), and Enji (Yes, Endeavor.) With a curvy bbw, beautiful black woman, big beautiful woman. (We thicc girls need love too) I can never find any good ones. They're all so lame. If Enji isn't someone you can't do, maybe you can do (Hizashi) Present Mic. I know a lot of people hate Endeavor, for good reason but I like the direction he's heading. And honestly, the idea of him being put into his place by a tiny sassy black woman, I live for it.😌

dawg i’ve been on break for the longest but i gotchu 🤝

n since i literally haven’t wrote in like an eternity imma do endeavor ans present mic, yk gotta spoil my bby😩

i went over board with hawks…

Keigo

aint no way this man not gonna date a black girl

on top of that i imagine her being thick/plus size so like 👀

Keigo is a ass man for sure ain’t not way this man ain’t about the ass

you’ll catch him staring at you ass or always wanting to feel it

he just wanted to touch you all the time

ONTOP OF THAT HE’S SHAMLESS ABOUT IT TOO

there’s a photo of you guys in public and s his hand is right on your ass while he’s grinning at the camera.. stg that got some news going

he’s the type to like hold onto your stomach, or like play with your stomach fat

and it’s lowkey annoying but he just can’t help himself

everyday there is constant praise for your body, like literally he’s always saying something slick but ofc in an endearing way stuff like

“hey do a 360 for me… now just do a 180.. gah dayum”

“but like wouldn’t it be funny if you just like.. say on my face.. hahaha.. i’m being serious.”

SPEAKING OF SITTING ON FACES, he’s like the type to threaten to throw himself off a building just so u can sit on his face, you think i’m playin he don did it before he will not hesitate to strike again…

whenever you do sit on his face he’s always pressing your cunt down deeper into his face, he wants to taste every part of you

he’s the type to grip your ass when your riding him, he fr act like he can’t handle it but chileeeee

he will have you everywhere

he’s also the type to show u off, like seriously people are sick of him

“look at my baby” this nigga squealin

but yeah he’s so sweet, his heart beat faster when he’s with you and so does his cock 🤭

Taishiro

literally will carry you, like stop bro he’d carry you all over the place

he’s so sweet towards his s/o he thinks you could fr do no wrong cause you just so cute to him omfg

and i cannot stress this enough .. he’s obsessed with you like your literally the first thought on his mind :((

another tummy grabber

he’ll hug you from behind and grab your stomach and just continue have small talk with you like he’s not using you as a personal stress ball

OMFG

he would kiss your stomach too like dawg whattttt so fucking cute

he’s all about body positivity so he loves when your feeling yourself in a nice outfit

especially when all your assets look good, shooooot he gonna be like “come here girl”

he’s also the type to squeeze your cheeks, on your face or the other ones

also kiss your cheeks :(((

he also wouldn’t care if your big spoon or little spoon but he prefers to be big spoon

when he hugs you he lifts you up bro omfg

yea overall he’s so sweet towards you and everytime he sees you he calls you precious cause to him your so precious :((

Enji 🙄

idk he’s giving sugar daddy vibes

he’s the type to buy you nice little silk nightgowns

and pay for everything dawg

but he’s the type to lay on your chest, like your suffocating but it’s a nice way to go out

he treats you really nicely and is in love with you thighs, he will buy you certain outfits that try to make your thighs stand out

during more sensual times he’s the type to kiss you thighs, or if he’s feeling more frisky he’d leave bite marks or hickeys

there was a moment when you and Enji had sex the day before you went to the beach and the press was there

you had to lie to them and tell them that a dog bit your thigh.. and enji wasn’t looking any better with the red scratches on his back

i think he prefers to see your natural hair out and doing it as well, because of the difference in hair types, it’s new to him

before you guys started dating you fr had to put his big ass in check, cause who tf does he think he catching an attitude with 😐

you would grab his by his tie and make his ass get on your level and tell him that you wasn’t there for none of that bullshit dawg

ans he listened 😋

but yeah he’s pretty good

he’s fr the thigh destroyer, will take your thighs off with a knife and fork

Hizashi

i swear if you say anything bad about yourself he’s gonna start fighting the air

his goal is to just make you laugh cause he loves your smile, he loves the way you laugh

but aside from that he lives the way your body moves, like omfg

you don’t think your doing anything, but to him your doing everything

he’ll try to get you to dance with him, cause yk he likes to see you move

and he has a bad (/good) habit of always having his hands on you, but it becomes bad because his hands will go to low… or to high..

like one time you were dancing with him and his hands went from your hips down to your ass

like oh.. we’re in public

or you’ll be cookin something and his hands travel up toooooo far, ans it gets you flustered

i feel like he loves your natural hair because he loves to do hair together at the same times

but i feel like he loves it when you get braids

another bad problem he has his whenever you get braids, especially long ones, he wants to pull on them

fight him. like actually

cause he will do it during random ass times

he lays on your chest dawg, and between your thighs

shoot even on your ass

be thinks the stomach gurgling sounds nice

like oh…

but he’s so funny during your whole relationship, and he’s so accepting of learning and adapting to new things 10/10 partner

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i’m so sorry this came out so late, but after a whole lot of life events imma try to post a lot more :))

I hope you enjoyed it 🤍 Please Like, comment what you think and follow 🤍 have a great day 🤍

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[dimiclaudeblaigan]

I can't believe it's been a week without Little Man... When he first came home he was so happy and excited. He would play for two to three hours straight. He loved his food time but then he would go back to playing, with naps in between before his regular nighttime sleep.

Seeing him decline from that to never playing, always starving and wanting food because of his illness (the poor thing had no fat at all to keep him warm by the end...) and otherwise just sleeping really hurt. It hurt even more to see him after a deworming process want to play. He was attentive and alert, and when he heard his toys he would look with wide eyes like he wanted to play, but he was in too much pain to be able to.

During the deworming we had to keep him separated from my other cat, so he was in another room and we visited him throughout the day (and night) repeatedly and spent long periods of time with him. At night that room would get a bit cold because of its size, and sometimes I'd go in there and it was cold and I was worried he was also feeling cold... but recently I realized he really probably was because he had no fat to retain his body heat. I'm so glad I put a little blanket over him on his bed and tried my best to keep him warm. I would keep my door open so the heat could get out and keep coming back on or just stay on so it would heat up the room he was in.

His real name was Cumulus because my mom named him after that type of cloud, but I started to call him Little Man and it stuck. He knew that was what I called him, too! He started to respond after a little while!

By the end he could barely eat or even meow because it hurt to move his mouth. His jaw must have been deteriorating, and we were told his gums looked terrible. When he did eat, he could only eat wet food and even that was hard. We would hear a hard crunching sound when he ate wet food, so I'm pretty certain something was very wrong with his jaw. That was why he was always so hungry at the end - he couldn't eat enough to sustain himself.

We only had him for two months but he was so happy, sweet and precious before that illness really started to kick in. It's hard losing a cat, but it's even harder losing a five month old kitten who had so many years of life left to live. He was so sweet and playful that I can't believe how fast his illness destroyed his body from the inside out. He was bright and loving and he didn't deserve what happened to him.

Frankly, I do put some blame on the guy who sold him to us. He claims to be a rescue operation and that's fine, but he knew the mother was sick and didn't make it, yet he didn't think to check for dangerous illnesses on this cat or his sister who was adopted at the same exact day and time as he was? When we adopted him, we've now realized he was showing at least three signs of his illness already (breathing speed, heat/temperature and wobbly eyes that he often couldn't keep still). He had other issues so we didn't know what was wrong until the day the vet did an ultrasound and said he wasn't going to make it to a year old even with medication.

Imo the guy who runs that business should know the signs of illness in a cat. If you work in that profession you should know what to look out for - especially if the mother was sick before giving birth. As the shelter, it's his responsibility to know the signs and take care of health issues before adopting out. His negligence and lack of knowledge/awareness cost my family a lot of heartache and many vet bills of us just trying to find the problem. If you're working in a field with animals and adopting them out to others as a business, for the love of fuck, know all the details involved in your profession. I understand he rescues cats from kill shelters which is wonderful, but he takes in sick cats as well but then somehow doesn't notice the signs of them or their offspring being ill? It makes me think he didn't interact with them enough to notice, so again - negligence. If anyone knew what the kitten had, they might have been able to save him by medicating him before any damage could truly be done to him. Unfortunately the medication is not yet legal and is essentially on the black market and can cost thousands of dollars that we couldn't afford, but god I would've started a fundraiser to save his life if we had known. This sweetheart did not deserve the pain and suffering he went through.

I'm sad and I'm angry at this man's lack of awareness. If you're going to adopt out cats, know that you're adopting out a sick cat or potentially sick cat so you can inform and warn the adopters. "I never would've sold you a sick cat if I had known" isn't going to cut it. You should know if that's your business. That knowledge could've saved this kitten's life, or even just helped him to get on medicine to make his last months painless.

I miss you, Little Man. I love you so much. I hope we gave you the best life you could've possibly had in the time that you had. I hope all the craziness and play and love was just how you would've always lived your life. You were too sweet and you should've never had to be taken from us that young.

#DCB Comments #tw: cat death #It all just happened REALLY fast bc we'd taken him to the vet to find out why he couldn't eat/wasn't eating well #they saw him and didn't like how he looked so they did an ultrasound at that appt #he was acting fine earlier that day in the morning. he got up when he saw me in the kitchen and walked over to me like usual #suddenly hours later he was gone. we had to put him down and like... it's not like we had time to process it #we didn't know he was dying literally until that appt. I had some serious concerns leading up to that point #and was even saying I hope it was nothing fatal... but we truly didn't expect to hear that he was #actually dying from a fatal illness that he couldn't be saved from. it had progressed far very quickly #he had other problems at the same time which is why it was so difficult for us and the vet to figure out what was wrong #we didn't expect to hear that or have to do that at that vet visit but if we took him back home #he would've kept suffering bc we couldn't afford any kind of treatment for his pain #he still would've been dying the whole time he just wouldn't be suffering or as much from it #and learning that just unexpectedly at that appt when that's not what it was for made it a lot worse #I know a couple of my mutuals knew him a little bit through me so I hope you guys loved him too #long post

[titleleaf]

Experiments In Early Victorian Skincare: A Soft Pomatum, Mk. 1 🍊

Recipe from H. Gifford's General Receipt-Book, or Oracle Of Knowledge, 1824. (This one seems to have done gangbusters in reprints, and other receipts collections ripped off its contents fairly freely… oh well.)

This was easily the most straightforward of the recipes I chose, but with one wrinkle. My first test batch was fairly small, about two ounces of shea butter (my meatless lard substitute, for now) and a corresponding amount of rosewater. It all melted together like a dream in my DIY bain-marie, but perhaps due to the fat substitution, I didn't have the advantage of the rosewater imparting its fragranced elements and then rising to the surface as the fat cooled. I was effectively skimming off the semi-liquid shea from a pool of rosewater (and spirits of wine) as the shea butter cooled and then rose to the surface.

I'm looking forward to trying this one with animal lard, but I have real apprehensions about how shelf-stable this recipe would be given the unavoidable residue of water left behind. I have murky plans to sell the proceeds of this project depending on how the results turn out, just to offset the cost of my tinkering and share a weird craft with fellow fans/historical cosmetics people, but I'd be a lot more uncomfortable slinging weirdly moist pomata via the postal service, spirits of wine or no. While this dismayed me, at least I'm not the first person to encounter this problem with early Victorian skincare recipes.

(From Henry Beasley's The druggist's general receipt book, 1850. you're telling me a nonbinary person wrote this footnote???)

The extremely unscientific poll I did on Twitter wrt the use of animal fats in this project came back fairly inconclusive -- more people in favor of non-animal fats than animal fats, but more people saying they didn't care or just wanted to see what other people voted for than either. I'll give both options a try, but both tallow and lard -- presuming "top-quality lard", which many receipts books specify outright, and not a big block of hydrogenated Armour lard -- are pricey enough that I'm holding off for now. In my quests to source lard and tallow for future experiments, I found out a lot of people are getting back into using animal fats for skincare, which weirds me out a little but encourages me that I won't be the weirdest person buying animal fat at the butcher's this month.

I will say, this one is ludicrously moisturizing -- I would definitely cherish this stuff like gold in a polar climate. It's heavy enough that I'd be more comfortable using it as a moisturizing salve for dry bits like hands and elbows, but I don't think it'd be likely to harm hair at all, and for fanfiction purposes only, it seems like it would be fine to use to lube up a butthole. It's firm at room temperature, but warms up easily if you rub it between your hands.

The fragrance of rosewater was absolutely negligible, not sure whether to chalk it up to an inferior rose water (might try this with a bottle I got years ago from Nielsen-Massey that smells like an absolute ass kicking) or the qualities of the fat involved. In lieu of wasting my precious otto of roses, which I'll need for Fitzjames reasons later on, I opted to fragrance this with a few drops of benzoin gum after warming the bottle in a hot-water bath. (I'd describe benzoin gum as… technically liquid in this form, but extremely viscous, unlikely to comply with a Euro-style essential oil dropper. I've got hard crystals for use in incense, but I didn't need to bust them out in this case. Overall the smell is a very smooth, almost gourmand incense note, not at all dank.) Benzoin resin is used as a fixative for other fragrance elements, and it's innocuous enough to be widely-used in cosmetics and confectionery; a few drops added a subtle fragrance here that I enjoyed.

If the rosewater route doesn't work out, there's always another option from Gifford. I really think I need to play around with the relative melting temperatures and consistencies of different fats here, but the comedy value of making a hard pomatum bar is not lost on me. IIRC there's a recipe for hard pomatum in this style in one of the American Duchess books (not surprising given its earlier publication year) and they use a Star Wars-themed silicone mold, which gives me great joy.

#unnamed terror fandom beauty project #historical cosmetics #amc the terror

[sanriopinterest]

♡Death Rays 2010♡

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"Panty are you watching T.V?!" Stocking screamed in the phone. We were currently chasing a perverted car ghost. "Nope, so what's up?" "You diddleing another douchebag, GET YOU SKANK ASS OUT HERE AND HELP US" She screamed. "Fine I'll go, jesus calm down it's not like this guy is rocking my world or anything" Panty snapped over the phone. "Hey bring me a sweet tea would ya" I asked Panty over the phone before she hung up.

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"GET OUT OF THE WAY LOSERS! THAT MEANS IM GONNA RUN YOUR ASSES OVER! AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME!". The ghost screamed on. I popped my gum, annoyed." COME ON" Stocking screeched trying to bunp him off the rails." Awe, you tryna catch me kittycat? Well bring it on bitch!". He slammed us (me) onto the other side of the rails. "OUCH, DOUCHE" I screamed in pain. Stocking sped up saying "Oh man up, bitch". When Panty finally crashed into the mall she drove in a tacky ass motorcycle. "Hey whats up shit ficle, so where are you off too in such a fucking hurry" she taunted. "Who the hell cares where im off to as long as I get off! Oh yeah, good one" he complimented his own joke. "Its about time! Did you mount everything on your wayover?!" "Where's my sweet tea?! That rundown bike is horrendous btw"

I said unamused. "Wait you three know eachother?!" He asked in shock. "I did not, but I'll be sure to make that happen next time" she said answering stockings question. "GET A LOAD OF THIS, TAKE IT OFF! I bet you like it rough don't ya?!" He screeched slamming Panty into a mall wall. "Thats what you get for being late""Shit! Where did bad lace go?!" "Check your legs, fucking idiot".

I looked over to see her underwear on his face." OMG! My gun is on your face! Well technically its my panties" she explained." Why would you tell him that?!" I asked."Shit! On the bright side it does smell like im going really fast!". He then proceeded to LICK her undies." Gross!" I screeched." Stop licking that right now!"" Bet you've never said that before""Move over!" she said jumping in the seat in front of me." Go see through, go!" she yelled. She hit the gas pedal making me fall back." Precious CARGO BACK HERE!" I screamed. "We might not need our angelic sisters afterall! Our convoy of police cars are closing in on the scene! Coming in close from behind!" The broadcaster announced. 'What are bullets gonna do?' I asked in my mind. Its a ghost-."What the hell?! Your totally stealing our job you theifs" she yelled at the police officers. The ghost started to spin all their cars on the freeway. Watching them all fall out and fly to the ground I giggled a little. 'They look like a bunch of pigeons'. It only became a problem when their cars camw falling from the sky like rain. Some of the pieces even hitting the Windowsheild. "AAH" we all screamed.

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"Ahh like the fast lane, just makes you finish quicker""That means you're dead""Wait! Chill the fuck out, I gotta get my panties first""Hurry up I wanna kill him and eat". As Panty reached down for her 'panties' we realized he was gone. As he, we meant the head.

He crawled into traffic and stuck himself inside the truck. "That's not good" we all said at the same time. "You do realize this is all your fault right?""Im aware thanks, that doesn't mean you can destroy my panties though""What is that your only pair?" I asked." It's time for payback you scumbag pigs, which im saying, BECAUSE YOU'RE COPS" He started screeching down the road running over officers. Panty started running him down with a gun"Hey fat ass! I have an idea, why don't you let me help you lightning your load". She somehow got onto the roof of the truck and started shooting him fron the top. The ghost started whining has she shot the engine tank. She suddenly atopped and started complaining about the smell of gunpowder.

   Soon enough he was split in half, thrown into a nearby train station. "Rad bow lets go colllect the coins and get out of here""Did you ruin my pantys?! They're expensive as hell, you owe me a new pair if you did""Hey we killed the damn ghost! The bell should be ringing, thats how it works""Totally freaky". We heard a train sound come from behind us. It was the dude in an even bigger trian." Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME" I screamed. I am so tired, I wanted to sleep so bad." Round 3,seriously!""Now we're talking, I could keep going buddy, ask around!"

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-ℙ𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕔 🌊

#black reader #paswg x reader #paswg panty #paswg stocking #x reader

[pluviacuratio-a]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

what’s your phone wallpaper: My son with his puppy plushie is my wallpaper, my son and my husband are my lockscreen

last song you listened to: Sugar, Sugar - The Archies (I'm in my shippy playlist rn and I think this song is precious shh)

currently reading: I'm working my way through a big list of webtoons, but as far as a book I'm listening to the audiobook for A Kingdom of Blood and Betrayal by Holly Renee (Warning, it's spicy if you're not interested in that)

last movie: Guh... Prooobably the Paw Patrol movie, ngl.

what are you wearing right now?: A pink and white dress, black leggings, and a black cardigan (I'm at work and inside the library is cold oop-)

piercings / tattoos?: None right now, but I'd like at least a tattoo and maybe a piercing.

glasses? contacts?: Glasses

last thing you ate: French fries, I do believe

current obsession: OOO right now, I'm really obsessed with Coral Island.

do you have a crush right now?: Other than my husband? Hm.. Quite possibly Fat Gum from My Hero, but there's a lot of characters I enjoy a good bit.

favorite fictional characters: Taishiro Toyomitsu (BNHA), Shouta Aizawa (BNHA), Hizashi Yamada (BNHA), Toshinori Yagi (BNHA) there's so many more BNHA characters I adore but I'll stop there for the sake of this list.

From other media: Asmodeus (Obey Me!), really all of the demon brothers but Asmo was the first one to catch my attention, all the angels from OM! as well, uhh. I really like Akane from My Love Story with Yamada at Lvl999, Chise Hatori (Ancient Magus Bride), Elias (Ancient Magus Bride), there are so many more...

tagged by: @tacitusauxilium (Thank you, lovely!)

tagging: take it from me!

#♣️ out of rain (ooc) #♫ two can play these games (dash games)

[a-h-87769877]

Baz Luhrmann - Everybody's Free To Wear Sunscreen

Based on the June 1st, 1997 essay, “Advice, like youth, probably just wasted on the young” by MARY SCHMICH

https://www.chicagotribune.com/columns/chi-schmich-sunscreen-column-column.html

Inside every adult lurks a graduation speaker dying to get out, some world-weary pundit eager to pontificate on life to young people who'd rather be Rollerblading. Most of us, alas, will never be invited to sow our words of wisdom among an audience of caps and gowns, but there's no reason we can't entertain ourselves by composing a Guide to Life for Graduates. I encourage anyone over 26 to try this and thank you for indulging my attempt. Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97: Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine. Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing every day that scares you. Sing. Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss. Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself. Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements. Stretch. Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone. Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's. Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own. Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room. Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out. Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth. But trust me on the sunscreen.

#MARY SCHMICH #Everybody's Free To Wear Sunscreen #essay #song #music video #Baz Luhrmann #Advice like youth probably just wasted on the young #1997 #1999

[marederia]

☞ About Romeo + Juliet ‘s hidden jewels

The lyrics are taken from a famous essay — written in 1997 by Mary Schmich, a columnist with the Chicago Tribune

Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine. Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing every day that scares you. Sing. Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss. Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself. Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements. Stretch. Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone. Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's. Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own. Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room. Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out. Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth. But trust me on the sunscreen.

#baz luhrmann #romeo + juliet #wear sunscreen #tips #humanologia #musicologia

[acertainmoshke]

Sip of Snips 1/26: temperature

No actual mention of the word temperature, but I had lots of instances of cold to choose from. From To Die Among the Stars:

Pixel dropped their eyes and shoulders towards the overlapping floor mats. “Ah whatever, apology accepted. I’m up now. Want a drink?” Nodnodnod! So Wire went about his usual morning routine while Pixel returned to theirs. The small grinder was nailed to the table formerly known as a door, which in turn was nailed to one of the metal walls. Wire scooped up a stack of red and yellow stalks from their place in the corner and fed them carefully into the grinder, pinching his stumps together so only one or two precious stalks slipped to the floor. He leaned forward until his fat belly pushed against the bright yellow button. The grinder growled and Pixel’s hand slapped the far wall harder, their feet moving faster and faster to fight back the sound. Reddish sludge dripped out the other side into the waiting cup. “Your turn.” One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine-ten-eleven-twelve steps and Pixel’s palm slapped the wall so hard it echoed. “Come on, dude, do you want a drink or not?” Wire, used to being quick, darted in front of his smaller sibling and caught their arm with one stump. Pixel spun away with a shriek, for an instant their brain filled with nothing but the wrongness of stopping. There wasn’t enough space to spin away in the tiny room, only a wall to slam into. Pixel rubbed the sensitive softness of their back and glared. “Sorry, dude.” And he was. Which was why Pixel pouted but went to lift the bucket of water from last night, a job that needed two working hands, and waited for Wire to gently tip the bottom up, enough to wet the lemt and make the sludge drinkable. On their own, Pixel would spill the whole bucket across the table. Lempt was cold but spicy, making your tongue burn and your gums freeze. Wire sat down, wedged the cup against his chest, and grimaced through the grit. He had never liked the stuff, but it was worth it for the way it kept him sharp all day. Pixel, on the other hand, loved it. They clutched it hard in their small hands, curled up with knees under them and their own soft belly pressed into the floor, and lapped at it like a cat, rubbing the grit between their teeth and relishing the ethereal heat of it. Pixel was fully absorbed in their drink, lapping carefully at every drop. By the time they looked up, Wire was swinging the work pack onto his back and tapping his foot. The grimy, empty plastic cup flew across the small room into the basin with a clatter and Pixel was on their feet—their toes, actually—twirling around, their loose pants flying around them.

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[cryopathiic-a]

"You look uncomfortable... Is there something you would like to say?" [ shortly after the old upper 3 is replaced with akaza :/ ]

The challenge had lasted too long; but he was not hungry.

Instead of seeking refuge in the backrooms where his precious flowers awaited to be plucked from the earth, Upper Two has settled before his appointed throne. Frame sunk in a sea of ruffled fabrics, his slender digits caress the outline of a skull. Prismatic eyes fixate on the ridges of weathered bone as the fat part of his thumb presses into a chip, right under its cheekbone. And then runs down over the frayed gums.

Everything about you is so soft and beautiful.

His palms clasp the sides tenderly, holding it up into artificial light. Light, from the same lanterns said to light the spirits' way home. From the same lanterns that illuminate the austere expression on the Sun God's mural, as it towers above the lamenting priest.

Shadows pool into the skull's socket then. Eyes darker than the night itself; eyes like void. His cool touch smooths over the bone, brings their foreheads together to cling to; in the same way as one might lean against their person. Thick lashes harvest a sole, crystalline droplet as they slip shut for a moment—

Nara… is it… is it wrong to desire?

No. Even holy men have desires.

Only to flash open the next.

The hair on his nape stands on edge. For the first time in his century of life, the Lord's voice brings a shiver to his sides. Unexpected; and unbearable. Muzan's voice is laden with well founded suspicions. And Upper Two is immediately given to understand the purpose of his visit — yet, there is not a speckle of fear to be found among the abundance of color in his gaze. Dōma turns slowly to face the vindictive God depicted on his wall and cradles the skull in his arms, protectively laying it in his lap as he sits on his hip.

All the lectures on prostrating himself properly seem to have gone out the window.

❝ Muzan-sama... ❞ The demon croaks. Only then does it become clear; that the unpleasant expression sitting on his face is more akin to disbelief. Thick brows furrow as a hand parts with the bone to clutch at the prayer beads adorning his own chest. And his shoulders sink; his gaze averts. A performance, nonetheless, but the pang in his chest is all too real. And he knows Muzan will know it.

What happens next is equivocal.

The remains are gently placed aside and the young demon shuffles closer to the wall. His hands join as if in prayer, chin tilted to the sky as humans often do when they despair.

❝ I— yes. Please. ❞ His palm presses flat against the painting, feeling the wall's pebbled texture. And soon after, he leans against it, resting his forehead on the God's hip. Another tear rolls down with each shaky exhale. He curls up against the cold, hard surface like a child aching to be held. ❝ Please help me. -— I think... I think there's something wrong with me. ❞ He presses closer. And closer, until the texture is imprinted on his cheek. And the wall does not budge.

You are my chance.

❝ Please, make it stop, Master. ❞

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