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fairylwt · 8 months
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heartstopper characters as textposts part 2
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the-phantom-peach · 3 months
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skyward sword… yeah <3
Crimson Loftwing
↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺
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hollytree33 · 1 month
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Knowledge begets a hunger for more
Drink from the Well of Sorrows, Inquisitor.
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sncwbaz · 2 months
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so, watched ep 1 of the atla live action and uhm, imagine not wanting one of your main characters to depict sexism because you believe it doesn’t read well in Current Times, so instead you double down on the character’s obsession towards leadership in order to give him that extra edge. but in order to make that work u have to make his sister quietly obedient instead of an outspoken leading presence that has the potential to overshadow him. because silencing a female character in order to write out a male character’s story arc of unlearning sexism is obviously a better and less sexist outcome.
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avis-writeshq · 27 days
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just thinking about post prison!sugar daddy!spencer reid 😔 [cw: age gap but both parties are over 21]
you live next door to him in his apartment complex and he remembers you giving him a fresh batch of cookies after he officially returns to his apartment after the whole cat adams and jail situation. apparently you saw all the gift baskets and wanted to do something nice and he can’t stop thinking about it afterwards.
he finds out that you’re a college student at georgetown but in a separate department that he teaches so whenever he goes there to teach during his sabbatical he takes the scenic route and goes through your building. one day he comes home from work and sees a notice of eviction plastered on your door; you’ll be kicked out if you don’t pay $5000.
two days later you come knocking at his door with grateful tears running down your cheeks while clutching a letter— he payed off the entire sum. he’s hushing you gently, playing with your hair and letting you hug him while you babble out your thank you’s.
he’s then laughing when you ask him what he wants in return, shaking his head and brushing your hair away from your face. all he asks is for you to tell him if you need help with money— after all, he’s got lots of it to spare.
you follow him around like a lost puppy after that, and there’s some sort of sickly satisfaction he feels. he’s not breaking any rules. you’re both consenting adults and he doesn’t mind the way you batter your eyelashes when requesting for him to pay for your coffees or the way you press kisses to his cheeks as thanks. he thinks you’re lovely.
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calmbigdipper · 3 months
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Beauty according to Alhaitham
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turtleblogatlast · 5 months
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Imagine little Turtle Tot Leo practicing his best Lou Jitsu grin in the mirror during the nights he can’t sleep. He’s gotta be just like his idol, after all! So he masters the art of the cocky grin, slowly perfecting his imitation.
Eventually that confident grin becomes his default one, and the quiet, happy smile that he’s born with, the one that he first greets his father with, that one is the rarity.
Until the invasion happens. Until he throws himself into the Prison Dimension. Until he’s beaten within an inch of his life and he’s holding onto his last remnant of his family through sheer willpower alone.
In that moment, looking at the photo of the ones he loves, that quiet smile comes back.
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starrylevi · 4 months
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no but please think about levi’s children covering his entire face with stickers!!! like you’d just come in one day and see their little hands putting the stickers on while he has the most bored look on his face. they’ll look at you and be like “doesn’t papa look so pretty?” and before you start to laugh levi’s like “don’t” while trying to hold back a smile himself knowing he looks goofy he just can’t say no to them 🥺
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ayda aguefort’s 18 str score save me
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ghoulshima · 1 year
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my takeaway from the trailers so far
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birdean · 8 months
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I like him a totally normal amount (a lie) also here’s more cat for the cat enjoyers
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misssmeat · 2 months
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god some of y’all are *so* fucked up & honestly same
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stuckinapril · 3 months
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when you accept that the unique things about you are the best things about you. when you fall in love w your uniqueness and become obsessed w it and reject conformity. when you think for yourself and draw your own conclusions and adore that you don’t perfectly fit into a mold. that’s when you’ll know true peace
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marylovesyellow · 3 months
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🧚🍂
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crybaby-bkg · 9 months
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cw: pregnancy, kids (you guys have a daughter together), fwb’s, angst with a bit of a hopeful ending, refers to you as ‘girl’ once
Friends with benefits Bakugou who never really got over his ego to fully commit to you. You’re a little ashamed to admit it, but when you fell pregnant, you thought that things would change. That the whole “no feelings” aspect would’ve been dropped, that he would’ve embraced you fully.
But he just…didn’t? If anything, he distanced himself away from you, became so formal like you were another coworker he would address. It was heartbreaking, going through your first pregnancy feeling so, so alone, but having to grin and bear it the whole way through.
He supported you though in every way that he could. He never missed an appointment, would trek to your house during late nights whenever you craved something. He even moved you in to his own apartment during your last trimester, but a couple months after your baby was born, you went back home. You never felt unwelcome, but you couldn’t pretend to be a happy family when he slept in the guest room every night.
So now, you coparent quite easily. At least, it seems easy to Bakugou, but really, it’s all a facade.
In all honesty? He thinks he’s a fuck up. An idiot. The stupidest, shittiest person who’s ever existed.
He thought what he was doing was enough, that the words he didn’t say carried across oceans, formulated into titles that he never verbalized. So when you told him you would be happy to coparent, his world felt upended suddenly, as he holds his tiny little baby girl in his arms.
Coparent? How could a couple coparent? Where did he go wrong? (He only slept in the guest room to give you and baby space, only moved you in late because you lived so far away and you were getting so big. He never said I love you because he was too embarrassed to say it out loud. He didn’t know he had to say it out loud to solidify it. He thought you just knew.)
So it’s why his heart breaks when he catches a glimpse of curly blond hair and red eyes in the grocery store. He tries to duck behind an aisle, but his baby would recognize him anywhere. (It’s true; you’ve sent many videos of her recognizing him on billboards and tv commercials and magazines.)
“Bakugou?” You call, ducking around the corner to catch a glimpse of him. He tries to act nonchalant like he’s looking at cans of soup, tries not to cringe at your formal name. He turns when you come into view, eyes drinking in your attire. His heart breaks a little when he recognizes the shirt you took in your second trimester, still has the pic you sent him of you grinning as you show off what you stole.
“Hey.” Bakugou greets gruffly, mouth pulled tight, but it cracks into a grin when his daughter starts squealing. She’s in the front part of the shopping cart, twisting her little chunky body to get out and get to him. She damn near screams when he sets his basket down to pick her up, rubbing his nose to hers.
“How ya doing, squirt?” He asks quietly, pecking at her chubby cheeks as she instantly starts babbling to him. He holds her close to his chest, eyes full of pure love for his baby girl, and it makes your heart squeeze so tight you think it might burst.
“This isn’t your neck of the woods.” You mutter, head tilting to the side as you take in your daughters excited face to see her father. Bakugou’s eyes snap to your own, letting his daughter play with his fingers in the meanwhile. He looks embarrassed, cheeks a dusty pink as he grumbles and looks away.
“I was just picking up some stuff to drop off for her. Was gonna text you and see if you were home,” he replies, and something tells you that it’s a lie. But you don’t pester him about it, just nod a few times, taking in the sight.
He looks so good like that, in his compression shirt and sweats, his hair mussed from your daughters incessant pulling. He’s grinning at her, but looks so bashful when he turns to you, like he’s thinking about things he knows he shouldn’t, like he has a boatload to say but can’t cough up.
And if you were a mind reader, you’d be so fucking right. He can’t help but reminisce on before you got pregnant, the nights spent with you. The day you told him you were having a girl, the tears you cried when you delivered her. He thinks, filled with so much guilt the entire time, that he wants another one. With you.
“‘S it okay if I walk my favorite girls home?” He asks you gruffly, nibbling on your daughters cheeks to hear her giggle again, uncaring of the drool she leaves on his hand. You feel your eyes widen at his term for you, face suddenly flushing. Favorite? You, his favorite?
Something tells you that you shouldn’t fall down the rabbit hole that is Bakugou Katsuki and his suppressed emotions and shitty ego. But there’s another something that tells you to trust it this time, to let things happen organically and without expectation. So you do.
“I’m sure she would love to show her daddy the new toy her grandma just brought her.” You tell him, giggling when he rolls his eyes at the mention of his mother. But he walks with you the entire time you finish up your grocery order, holding your daughter the whole time and pays for your groceries despite repeatedly telling him that he doesn’t have to.
He pushes her in the stroller stored underneath the shopping cart on the way home, making small conversation. And when you’re halfway home, does he reach for your hand. Only to cross the cross walk though, he tells himself, only for your protection. But he doesn’t let go until you’re in your own place, and even then, he’s close by the entire time. He helps you put away groceries, remembers where everything is like he lives here.
And for some reason, the familiarity makes your heart ache a little more than you would like it to.
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druid-boy-punk · 7 days
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scoop
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