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azzo0 · 5 days
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Katsuki misses when his daughter was younger, and he could fix her boo-boos with a bandage and a kiss. He could carry her in his arms, clean the scrapes she received while playing at the playground, smack on a cute Hello Kitty bandage, kiss it and get her to giggle. But now that she was older, she did not have scratches and scrapes to worry about. Her boo-boos came in other forms- Boys and heartbreaks, to be specific. 
He'd just come home from work to find his daughter cuddled into you, the teenager bawling her eyes out because some stupid guy she was seeing dumped her for no apparent reason. His heart shattered, watching her wipe her eyes with hiccups leaving her chest. He didn't enter the room. He just stood there, and his daughter caught his eye, quickly looking away and burying her head in her mother's hair. 
You shot him a pointed look, reminding him not to say something that would make her cry even more. Bakugo's fists clenched on his sides, crimson eyes bubbling with anger. His daughter peeked at him, wondering if he was mad at her. Her heart sank when he turned around and left. 
"Now Papa's mad at me too," She sniffled. 
"No, he's not," You stroke her hair, trying to calm her down. "Just give him some time, alright?"
"Mhm..." She lets you comfort her some more before you leave. 
She buried herself under the blanket and scrolled through her socials, blocking that dumb ex of hers from everywhere. Maybe Papa did know best after all. Maybe she should've listened when her father said the guy didn't give him good vibes. She sighed and pushed the phone under her pillow, trying to go to sleep to escape all the tears.
Just as she started to drift off, she heard the door open a creak and poked her head out of the blanket to see her father standing in the doorway with a plastic bag in hand, still in full hero gear.
"Can I come inside?" He asked. She sat up and wrapped the blanket around her shoulders, nodding. 
Katsuki shuffled to her bed and cleared his throat, taking out all his daughter's favourite snacks from the plastic bag, "Erm- thought you'd like some... saw your favourite chocolate, so I bought that too. There's some of that crappy ramen you like. It's shit, but I'll allow it for now."
His daughter can't help but smile at him. So that's why he left without a word. To get her snacks and try to cheer her up. Or so she thinks, "Thank you, papa."
"'S nothin'" He stared at her awkwardly, not sure what to do next. He knew just snacks wouldn't fix a broken heart. He opened his arms for her, and she shifted closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. Bakugo can't remember the last time he held her like this. It's been a while. This reminded him that no matter how old she was, he'd always be able to hold her like his little girl. He kissed her forehead and wiped tears from her eyes. 
"Don't waste yer tears, squirt," He said, "That asshole ain't worth yer pretty tears. Now open the snacks. I wanna try some."
Bakugo grins when she breaks into a goofy smile and opens a packet of spicy chips. He doesn't really eat this stuff, especially before dinner, but he'll make an exception for his little girl. He takes a chip and pops it into his mouth, glad she is smiling now. He held back a smirk when he thought of how she'd be rolling on the floor laughing when she saw her ex come to school with a bandage on his nose and a bruise on his cheek. 
Sure, he did not know how to fix her boo-boos anymore, but he sure did know how to beat the shit out of people who gave her the boo-boos. Even if it was a teenage boy far younger than him.
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cossiefauchelevant · 2 months
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Ok, so I see a lot of people saying that Grantaire and Eponine should be best friends, and I agree, but I also see a lot of people saying that Grantaire and Cosette should be best friends, and I agree with that too, but then there's also the people who think Eponine and Cosette need to be friends, and I love that too, so hear me out:
An R/Cossie/'Ponine trio.
Causing havoc at Les Amis meetings, having inside jokes that no one else understands in the slightest, Cosette and Eponine plotting to get R and Enj together. Cosette and Eponine who have an unspoken agreement to check up on R when they know he's not doing so well. Ep and R teasing Cosette mercilessly for her relationship with Marius. R drawing both of them.
I am in love with this idea now, leave me alone.
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rtlstuff · 1 year
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JKR Writing Fleur Delacour: So this french bird is super sexy but she's also incredibly shallow and vain and snooty, y'know how the French are. She's high fem which is a bad thing, tomboys are the best. She's also just incredibly annoying and full of herself. Constantly making herself the centre of attention even though nobody likes her and they call her phlegm behind her back. Hilarious, right?
90% of Fanfics when Writing Fleur Delacour: At first she comes off as entitled & full of herself, but as time goes on it's clear she's actually incredibly kind, compassionate and loyal. She also has a keen sense of matters of the heart. For the younger characters she takes on the role of a wise older sister. She's loyal and nurturing and and will always be there if you need someone to talk to. She is from a noble matriarchal race of fierce warriors and will fight tooth and nail to defend what is hers.
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gonchmovie · 1 year
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I hope you don't mind that we're going ham on the homoerotic subtext. This will be the gayest non-canonically gay movie anyone has seen
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rook-specter · 7 months
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I vibe with Zooble a lot. they're just like me fr!
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steviesbicrisis · 1 year
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Ceilings, plaster Can't you just make it move faster? Lovely to be sitting here with you You're kinda cute but it's raining harder My shoes are now full of water Lovely to be rained on with you It's kinda cute but it's so short
The rain is hitting the car ceiling, hard. The sound reverberates, making it hard to talk.
Steve doesn't mind, they've been talking the whole night. Yes, he loves Eddie's voice, but he also loves sitting next to him and just looking at him as he pays attention to the road.
"What are you looking at?" Eddie must've felt his stare.
"You're kinda cute" Steve replies, still staring. Eddie laughs and shakes his head, as if he doesn't believe him.
Steve doesn't like it when Eddie doesn't understand how beautiful and incredible he is. He usually would argue with him about it, but he doesn't want to ruin the bubble they're in. Steve doesn't know why, but he feels on the edge, like Eddie could stop the car and run away at any moment. It makes no sense, they aren't fighting, it was a lovely evening, but the bad feeling doesn't go away.
"my shoes are soaked in water" Steve realizes, scrunching his nose at the feeling "can I borrow a pair of yours when we get home?"
Eddie turns to look at him, a sad smile on his face "I'm taking you to your house, sweetheart."
Steve doesn't understand, they usually go to Eddie's house after a date. Steve doesn't like his place, and Eddie's uncle is out for the night shift, so they can fool around and be as loud as they want to. Steve can almost feel Eddie's sheet against his naked skin, the smell of smoke, weed and artificial air freshener -Eddie insists on spraying it as a chivalry for Steve's nose, even if Steve never complains about the smell. He'd much rather smell that for the rest of his life if it meant that he could sleep at Eddie's instead of his big empty house.
The car stops.
"Time to go, big boy" Eddie's usual cheerful tone falters at the end. He's smiling at Steve, but his eyes are watery.
Steve wants to ask why they're at his house, why the mood is so off, why he's looking at him with those eyes, but the words are stuck in his throat. A small voice in his head keeps telling him to not break the moment.
Eddie leans to kiss him goodbye, like they did a million times before. Steve leans, closing his eyes.
Then it hits him.
He startles awake. He's in Eddie's van, but he's the one driving. The passenger seat is empty.
It hits him.
The heavy rain doesn't stop him from getting out of the van. He has trouble breathing, he looks around feverishly and he knows he won't see Eddie anywhere, but it felt so real, too real to not be true.
His clothes, hair, and shoes are soaked. He can't see that far around but he knows he won't find him.
It hits him.
Because Eddie doesn't exist.
And Steve doesn't remember when was the last time someone actually kissed him. Or held in his arms like he did.
The headache comes, his name goes.
Steve doesn't remember that boy's name. It feels like he has forgotten it before.
A car passes by, the driver looking at him curiously. Steve can't judge him, he must look crazy as he stays under the rain, completely soaked.
He wonders what he's doing under the rain, was he looking for something? it's on the tip of his tongue but he can't pinpoint what it is.
He goes back to his van and closes the door, shrugging.
If it's important, he will remember.
But it's not real And you don't exist And I can't recall the last time I was kissed It hits me in the car And it feels like the end of a movie I've seen before Before
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tronuskip666 · 1 year
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Oc character sheet, if anyone likes to draw them @ me. I'd love to see it.
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taperwolf · 1 year
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Thinking about that "emotionally repressed character is revealed to have had something happen in their childhood that was completely out of their control but changed them in a way they can never come back from" post, and of course I'm thinking of Rina, because I'm often thinking of her —
— and her case doesn't even have the kind of brutality you often see in such depictions. There's "just" neglect. She was left alone — her parents have important jobs, she says, that kept them away — and she lost the ability to show the emotions she very much feels. She was left yearning for the connection she lacks in a world that couldn't see past her lack of expression.
Her line from S1E06 always breaks my heart — when the others remark on how good she is with technology, she says simply, "I never had friends, so I had to figure out how to play by myself." She couldn't even have pets; she built her own cat.
Ai really was a miracle for her. I can barely imagine what it must mean to her that the person who's preternaturally good at making those connections reached out to her, who needed it so badly.
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two posts in less than an hour because i can (i have no consistency gods help me)
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let’s all pretend i’m naturally that good at drawing and this ins’t only due to the fact that this is a panel redraw
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and the colored version (i prefer the black and white even though the colored one took me hours to finish and all i had to do was put on a filter and say ‘oooh pretty’)
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belteppismo · 1 year
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OK, but Lando's curriculum vitae keeps getting longer and longer
He's McLaren's factotum, everyone asks for him, everyone wants him
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bookshelfdreams · 2 years
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i don’t even follow your blog (yet) but your self made outfit came up on my dash and!!!!! I LOVE THE PANTS I LOVE THEM!!!! like i haven’t even watched that show but your pants might convince me!!! the hell!!! those are the coolest damn pants i’ve ever seen and dear lord do i want a pair now.
you are insanely good, like how long did that outfit take??? how long have you been practicing your craft???
anyway have a lovely day (as lovely as your colorful pants 🤧💞)
Hello there!
First of all, THANK YOU for taking the time to reach out & tell me that I can't tell you how happy you've made me :D I have the biggest grin on my face rn
especially since you haven't even watched the stupid pirate show, I know how annoying it is when everyone suddenly becomes obsessed with one thing & you're not into it. Thanks ilu <3
The moment I noticed these dumb clown breeches I knew I wanted to make them and I'm honestly still surprised I managed to get there. I started the weaving in late April and finished sewing by mid August so it took me between 3.5 and 4 months. But I also made some other things parallel to working on those (for example, the shirt), I can't just work on 1 thing, that's too boring. I don't time myself when I do crafts so that's the only time frame I can give you, I'm afraid. Some days I worked for several hours on these, some days only a few minutes, some days not at all.
As for how long I've been doing this, not that long. I have experience with other fiber crafts, mainly knitting (have been doing that for idk 14 years or so), bit of crochet, and spinning, but that was my first time weaving with 2 heddles, first time weaving with linen, and I had almost no sewing experience (have gained a little since, but still far from an expert). If you could see the breeches in person, you would be able to see that they're not perfect at all, I made lots of mistakes, and someone more experienced could certainly have done a far better job than me both at the weaving and sewing. This isn't me refusing to take a compliment (which!! tysm again!!) but rather, me telling you that there's no reason to be intimidated by crafts, ever.
If you want to make yourself something that you'd just love to have but feel like it is out of your league, go for it. You can literally just make things and nobody can stop you. Experience mainly means having the confidence to just try shit out & see if it works.
Also, I really cannot recommend ofmd enough :)
You have a lovely evening as well!
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trinikins · 1 year
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Oh look, I have started yet another stardew valley save
Let's see if I can stick to it this time
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Still confined to my room, and trying to stay positive that I'll be negative soon ...I wonder if mom ever finished scraping the abestos in the attic.
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kyurilin · 2 years
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okay I've made and deleted this post like 3 times but tonight I'm for sure checking over chapter 4 of crumbled rooftops with the intent to post it tomorrow (it's like a 9k chapter there's no way in hell I can read/edit/reformat it all again tonight)
and then finally I'm going to figure out what the fuck I did wrong with what I have so far for chapter 5 because the vibe is off for it and it's bothered me so much that I didn't know how to continue for half a month and worked on other stuff instead
I know I suck with having any sort of update schedule for this story but I swear I'm going to finish it, chapter 4 has a great treat in it for everyone (and I name drop a certain producer character from my mic story again) and I really, really love this story a lot I've just never been great at chapter stories
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the-gay-ghost-king · 21 days
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Fun fact: The Chaos Project and Sonic Star AU were both made one random morning in history class
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border-collie · 3 months
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I'm not anti doodle, but I am of the opinion that 95% or more of doodle breeders aren't breeding for the right reasons. Prefacing with that, it IS interesting to watch in the whelping and puppy raising groups I am in the number of doodle breeders that can't place puppies right now. Based on my observations, the doodle market is slowly crashing and I bet it really bottoms out when/if the housing market crashes like it is looking like is happening already in my area. I think generally most doodle buyers are one time buyers, the vast majority of the people I know who have doodles and then get another dog, they don't get a doodle (and tbh a lot of them are getting short, easy to maintain coats) and just about everyone who wants one, has one already. I'm sure that there will continue to be some breeders, but I really think the height of popularity of the doodle is behind us due to the cost of maintaining one.
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