#lookbacktag

[aghxst]

rupine said: If you need to vent feel free to message me and I’ll gladly listen!

Ah, your inbox would be such an amazing outlet. Thank you so much, I certainly will (even if its something overwhelmingly nice)

#oh my godness #wonderful people #wonderful words #lookbacktag #replies

[saintshigaraki]

since we're talking about motherboys. I present to you the ultimate motherboy: Jesus Christ

my mind will never be as huge as yours

#/gen #this is insane you are so unbelievably right #ask #lookbacktag

[saintshigaraki]

tendou fic recommendations: [Enough for Two by alkhale, soulmates] [Communal Property by jackrrabbit: part 1 part 2, ten x reader x ushi] [sharing is caring by kontj, platonic] [surprise by inarizahki, ten x reader/ushi x reader and consensual cucking]

@sadflightlessbirds riverside by mintmatcha, knight tendo x reader

your taste is so. SO elite. these are all some of my all time fave tendou fics, and probably some of my all time fave fics ever. gonna go binge read all of these in one sitting

#thank you <333 #lookbacktag

[saintshigaraki]

i will now be pestering you with posts abt monstrous love that i think can apply to shiggy and/or dabi x x x x x x there are so many more i could think of but i dont wanna bother u too much hskxbdknc

sophie my greatly beloved............these are perfect.

but the tim o'brien one specifically 'i wanted to live inside her body. i wanted to melt into her bones—that kind of love' is exactly what i was trying to say. i just really like to write shigaraki as someone whose view of love is about consuming and being consumed in return. like if given half the chance he'd burrow himself under his lovers skin.

#PLEASE SOPHIE 'I DONT WANNA BOTHER U TOO MUCH' YOU COULD NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER bother me by sharing poetry #ESPECIALLY poetry that reminds you of shigaraki and/or dabi #sophie 💖 #lookbacktag #natsuonii #ask #body horror tw #(tagging just to be safe!!)

[saintshigaraki]

(..) the next time I loved, I chose someone kinder. I thought it would make a difference. I stopped looking people in the eyes when talking to them. I kept wanting to kiss them, the intimacy of language turning into metaphor and urge. Everyone. I wanted to kiss the cashier handling my poblanos with such gentleness and curiosity. To kiss the person next to me on the bus with bad taste in music and vanilla and bergamot in his cologne. Kiss the woman holding the door, saying: Have a good day. Her smile so goddamn bright and real and meant for me. You’re trapped, my therapist tells me. Only you can break this cycle. But I want exactly this kind of trouble.

— Traci Brimhall, Dear Eros,

#i want exactly this kind of trouble! #i think about this poem and this part specifically constantly #just wanted this cataloged on my blog somewhere #poetry #lookbacktag #traci brimhall