#me that no one has ever looked twice other than to bully me. what can i do to change it. will i ever be wanted

[hxltic]

imagine bokuto fucking you so good from behind

you’re laid flat on your stomach, where he has two large hands digging into the small dip of your back. He’d already fucked you out, so now with every dragged curl of his hips, it feels ten times longer. He’d go slow before increasing speed.

Sweat is dripping down your body and wetting your hair. He does that lopsided full grin of his and brushes his own sweat droplets from his forehead, before shifting weight completely to his palms and slamming down almost fully parallel to your body. You were pinned. Your walls tugged against the length of him, massaging his cock in a way no fist can. You were tight but so fucking wet, and with every slap of his forgotten balls you get closer and closer to what,, your 4th orgasm?

“H-ah fuck! Oh m’god Ko-“

The bed rocks with every roll, your chin slowly falls with the weight of your head, and your eyes droop inconsistently. You start to mumble to no one into the covers.

“Mmph, fills s’gud,” you’d whine.

“Just hold out for me alright baby? You’re takin’ it like a fucking champ.”

He adjusts one hand to disperse along the whole portion of your back, allowing him to grab one arm and fold it into his hold. He copied the movements for the other while your hips naturally rise. You, him, and the bed bullied the supporting wall together, causing scratch marks of dark grey to stain it. With the loss of cognizance, you didn’t notice how he wasn’t as horizontal anymore, but was pressed more on his knees. The strength he even has to do that is insane— and honestly, you wish you could admit it—but you were too distracted by the slight upward angle this entailed.

If your eyes weren’t rolled back, they were now. Your jaw hung slack when they first shot wide, portraying on your face the exact feeling of ecstasy that ran through your veins. Bokuto noticed how you became stagnant for just a split second. Idle, even.

You then shivered and shook as you sporadically pushed your hips back in an escape. Of course, this was futile with no arms.

“H-Oh my fucking god Kotarō,” your voice was higher than he’d ever heard it.

He just roughed you up towards him, grabbing you by the fat of your ass connecting to your hips, and slipped himself back in like nothing happened. When you tried to wiggle away, you successfully got him to let one hand loose, but the consequence was that one shoulder was on the bed and the other wasn’t, so now your neck was craning to look at him by the side in doggy.

Thrusting into you in a new position where there was nothing left of his dick to see, you could’ve screamed. There was no buildup or anything, he hit the same spot about twice a second, but you were out of energy. In this moment he sacrificed speed for power. With a mindless, animalistic groan, you pushed against him from inside and came. The mixed-haired man smiled once white started to peek out whenever he thrusted. Your ass stained red along with your tightly held wrist.

So you laid there and took it all instead, half mentally here and half not. He only laughed that boisterous laugh from behind you and forced your hips down. They’d ricochet off, then return with momentum. It was hot and wet, a lewd scene with your mixed sounds and his loud grunts. And you know when Bokuto wants something, he goes all out.

He knew you knew the safe word, and he knew you knew when to use it; therefore, he’d fuck you until you could barely think. You loved it.

He’d taunt, “You tryna run away?”

“Hummph”

“sorry babe, what was that?”

“n’mm.”

“close enough.” he concludes breathlessly.

#haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #haikyuu headcanons #haikyu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu hcs #god i want him so bad #hq bokuto #bokuto x you #kotaro bokuto #bokuto imagines #bokuto kōtarō #bokuto x y/n #bokuto headcanons #bokuto haikyuu #bokuto #bokuto koutarou #bokuto smut #bokuto kotaro smut #bokuto hcs #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto koutaro x y/n #haikyuu smut imagine #bokuto x female reader #bokuto drabble #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto x fem!reader

[calaisreno]

Yes and No

“Do you love her?”

It had taken them less than thirty minutes to go from the Rizla game to just asking each other random questions. The only celebrities that Sherlock knew were nineteenth-century chemists and twentieth-century criminals, which had more or less spoiled the game, and Sherlock had declared it pointless.

Then he suggested Yes or No, which at least required some deductive reasoning, and John agreed. But Sherlock was very good at this game, having deduced nearly everything about John in the first days of their acquaintance. Without asking any question, he deduced that John would choose violin, a human liver, Mrs Hudson’s nephew, and Sherlock’s old mouse-coloured dressing gown.

John gives up. “Fine. What don’t you know about me?”

Do you love her is a real question, he gathers— from the look on Sherlock’s face, which is serious and a bit sad.

The answer, which should be yes, of course I love her, instead comes out, “I’m marrying her.”

“People marry for reasons other than—“ Sherlock stops, appearing to realise he is going in a direction that can only lead to bad feelings. “Sorry, not a fair question. Better: When did you know that you loved her?”

He remembers grief. The intense pain of the days after he saw Sherlock die on the sidewalk in front of Barts. There are few details he can recall after that moment. It was as if the pain had receded just enough to let him breathe, and a kind of grey fog had descended. Pain, then sorrow.

Somewhere during the sorrow part, Mary had appeared. She may have been there sooner, but he hadn’t noticed. At some point he became aware of her bringing him coffee, talking to him, urging him to come out for lunch. Always there, cheerfully bullying him back into life. Eventually he noticed that he wasn’t quite as sad, and that she was rather pretty.

But the pain was still there, a tender spot in his memory, and most days he still felt defeated. Mary helped, though, and he thought that if she stayed, everything would be easier. He didn’t need to explain; she understood. He could keep the memories at bay when she was around.

By then he was having sex with her. He didn’t remember exactly how that had begun. Maybe it was a pity fuck one night when he’d had too much to drink. He woke up in her bed hungover, waiting for the darkness to descend like a weight on his chest, and she was there, making him a cup of tea, urging him to have some toast, sweetly solicitous and not accepting any excuses.

Does he love her?

Sherlock is still looking at him, the question in his eyes.

“She was there when I needed someone,” he says. “I just knew.”

He’d known that morning that he needed to move on, to leave what had happened in the past and live his life. And there she was.

“Your turn,” Sherlock says.

John thinks of all the things he’s ever wanted to know about Sherlock, but has never asked because it has never seemed a good time. Sherlock has a way of warding off questions with just a look. An armour that does not allow anyone in, not even John. He’s wondered about a lot of things, but asking has never been an option. Sherlock never has to ask; he simply deduces. John is terrible at deductions, as Sherlock often reminds him.

“Have you ever been in love?”

Sherlock doesn’t hesitate. “Yes. Twice.”

“That was a yes-no question, so I get follow-up. So, the first. Who was he?”

Sherlock smiles. “You’re assuming it was a man.”

“Wasn’t it? I thought… you’re… erm…”

“Gay? Yes, I am.”

“You loved a man,” John says. Obviously.

“Well, a boy. I was twelve. I suppose it wasn’t love so much as infatuation and hormones. His name was Victor. I never told him until I met him again at uni.” He gives John one of those looks that makes him feel like he is being x-rayed. “Have you ever kissed a man?”

“I’m not gay,” he says at once. “I mean, why would I kiss a man if I knew I wasn’t gay?”

“Follow-up question, then. When did you know you were not gay?”

John’s mouth may have been open for a bit. It’s an odd question. Everybody knows they’re straight until something happens and they know they’re not. Isn’t that the way it works? “I just knew. When did you know you were gay?”

“When I was twelve. I was at a stupid birthday party my mother made me attend, and we were playing Forfeit. I was asked a question I didn’t like to answer and took the forfeit. Up until then the penalties were stupid things like singing a song or doing a dance, but this time it was kissing a girl. The girl was willing, and I was curious, so I agreed. That was when I realised girls weren’t my cup of tea, so to speak. I wanted to kiss Victor.”

John says nothing, though it’s his turn. He remembers a similar party, a boy who wanted to kiss him, and feeling terrified that his parents would find out if he did. Harry had just come out, and he was trying very hard to make up for all of her shortcomings.

Sherlock asks, “How do you know you’re not gay if you’ve never kissed a man?”

“I’ve kissed lots of women,” he replies. “I don’t need to kiss a man to know I’m not gay.”

Sherlock shrugs. “I assumed that I was like everyone else, that some day I would meet the right girl, get married, and have children. That was how it was supposed to work, and I thought there was something wrong with me because I didn’t like girls that way. All my fantasies were about boys, but I thought I would eventually be attracted to girls as I got older. That kiss told me I would never love a woman.”

“You think I should kiss a man just to see if I’m a bit gay?” He laughs.

“It’s your forfeit, for not having an answer.”

“I’m not going to kiss some random bloke just because you—“

“Not a random bloke. Me. Kiss me.”

This is dangerous ground. Somewhere in his libido lies something that he’s thought about. Maybe he’s even fantasised about kissing a man. Having sex with a man. Just a lark, maybe. Don’t lots of men go through that? It doesn’t mean anything.

But, Sherlock. He lived with him for a year and a half, and they’d been friends. And he grieved when Sherlock died. Not grieved like a friend. He’d lost friends before, and this was nothing like those losses. Pain, darkness, unending regret. Even after Mary, some of that darkness remained. Moments when he remembered something Sherlock had said or done, a stab of pain. If it hadn’t been for Mary—

And it came to him. Mary was balm for his wounds. She brought him back from the edge. He is grateful to her. But gratitude isn’t love. Being in such pain for so long, and then a bit of light— that isn’t love, it’s relief. He’s seen patients in physical pain become almost giddy when given a dose of something that takes their agony away, not even enough to make them high. Relief feels like intoxication when pain has gone on so long.

If it hadn’t been for Mary, he would have understood what he’d only begun to see. She helped him, saved him even. But she was a distraction from the pain, not a cure.

He glances at Sherlock, who is pulling back, looking like he wishes he hadn’t just asked for a kiss. Maybe he’ll make a joke about their game, move them towards goodnight, goodbye, see you at the wedding.

“Yes,” he says. It’s an answer to everything— regret, grief, sorrow, love. It’s an apology for not seeing sooner, for the night at the Landmark, for his anger and cruel rejection of the man he has loved for years. “Kiss me.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Sherlock is right. The kiss tells John things he’s tried hard to forget. It tells him that has loved men before, but called it friendship, that he has wanted to touch men and kiss them, and called it lust, or fantasy, or a phase that all men go through. Women attract him too, and he grabbed onto heterosexuality like a life-raft because he was afraid of the alternative. His sister and his father, yelling. Harry thrown out of the house. His father, looking at him, saying not you too. Never you, my boy.

The kiss tells him that has already met the love of his life.

“I need to call Mary,” he says when they break away.

Sherlock looks sad. He nods. “Of course.”

“One more question,” John says. “Who was the second person you loved?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does,” he says. “I’m about to call my fiancee and break our engagement just days before the wedding because I’m in love with my best friend. So please, answer the question.”

Sherlock’s face does something John has never seen. It crumples and tears fill his eyes, and then he’s laughing and crying and not able to speak.

John kisses him again.

Author note: This is an old ficlet, from Trifles, posted here.

#my fics #johnlock #bbc sherlock #stag night #sign of three #fixit fic

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: How I think a relationship with Simeon and Barbatos looks like <3

Pairing: Barbatos × Gn!Mc × Simeon

Genre: Fluff, headcannons

TW: NA

AN: I'm having thoughts about these two, so suffer along with me lol. If I think of anything else later I might add <3

You being in a polyamorous relationship with Simeon and Barbatos is basically three tired caretakers taking care of each other. Doesn't matter if you're a chaotic little shit (affectionate), just being around these two will bring out their nurturing side.

You three bring out the best in each other and your children, and yes, by your children I do mean Luke, Diavolo, Solomon and the brothers.

Your relationship often includes making sure Barbatos doesn't overwork himself, that Simeon is not just putting up a smiling facade, and that you do not burn yourself out due to the various shenanigans the brothers get into.

Tea time is a must, at least twice a week. Barbatos needs the time to unwind with his most beloved darlings. It's usually held at the Demon Lord's Castle, and everyone else knows better than to disturb you three when you're having tea time together unless it's life-threatening.

Not much pda in the relationship, unless you initiate it. Both Simeon and Barbatos are the kind of people who don't see a reason to flaunt your relationship, unless they are jealous or want to make a point, but neither are opposed to giving you the affection you want. Simeon is comparatively bolder in public, often pressing his lips against your forehead or cheeks in a chaste gesture of affection before you have to leave for class, while Barbatos is more reserved, opting to place a guiding hand on your lower back when you walk alongside him. Even with each other, they are the same way; very subtle in their affections.

They are very affectionate in private though. Within the privacy of Simeon's room (because yours is basically the HOL's living room now, and Barbatos' room just has... doors), expect to be utterly drowned in their affection. So, so many kisses they shall bestow upon you, make sure to give some back to them. Also, both of them are big fans of ganging up on you, but with enough of an incentive, one of them (usually Barbatos) can be convinced to betray the other(usually Simeon) and help you bully him <3

Barbatos is the biggest tease when he wants to be. He'll spend the entire day giving you and Simeon just enough fleeting touches and soft affection that by the end of it you will have gotten permission from Diavolo to steal his butler for a few hours, while Simeon would have made arrangements at Purgatory Hall for the three of you to spend time basking in each other's presence and love.

Picnic dates! Where Barbatos chooses the spot and you and Simeon make the food! And you guys make flower crowns for each and talk for hours or just sit in comfortable silence.

Also, your relationship dynamic is very domestic. Like yall have been married for years. It especially shows when the three of you cook together. As rare as it can be, it's always fun, with gentle and soft kisses exchanged as you work in the kitchen seamlessly. Anyone watching the three of you in the kitchen will feel like it's a carefully choreographed dance, with the way you all move around each other, each one working on their task while stealing glances at their lovers.

Simeon loves watching you and Barbatos interact. Especially when Barbatos knows exactly which buttons to push to get you flustered and has made it his life's mission to make you blush as much as you can. He also thoroughly enjoys himself when you turn Barbatos' subtle flirtations against him and fluster the ever-composed butler instead. Also gets ideas to base the main characters of his next works off of you two, but always ends up liking what he's written too much to share with anyone else.

Barbatos, on the other hand, likes to make Simeon flustered himself more than watching you fluster him. Simeon has the cutest reactions, and so whenever he gets the chance to, Barbatos makes sure to fluster him as much as possible.

Luke sees you as his parent, no doubt about it. Solomon is a little shit who likes to tease you, while Diavolo is positively ecstatic for the three of you. Lucifer and the brothers, despite trusting Simeon and Barbatos, are almost comically overprotective of you.

Barbatos is more accepting and open about his possessiveness over the two of you, but Simeon will be a little more reluctant to act on his possessive tendencies. But you best believe that Barbatos will coax him into acting on his desires a little more.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me simeon #obey me barbatos #obey me mc #gn!mc #obey me headcanons #om hcs #om! hcs #om headcanons #om simeon #om barbatos #simeon x reader #simeon x mc #barbatos x reader #barbatos x mc #obey me x gn!mc #simeon x gn!mc x barbatos #simeon x barbatos

[yourlocaltreesimp]

Whatever you make of me

some word vomit i came up with. Special dedication to @trippygalaxy! Enjoy your SR!Link. Not proofread, im going to bed, this took hours

Tw: Kidnapping, mention of murder

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You’d always known Link to be kind. From the earliest days of your childhood you’d known him to be the definition of kind. He’d run errands for his grandfather, look after injured animals and even stood up to your childhood bullies on a few occasions. Point of the matter was, Link was a good willed person. Someone you could trust, and have on many occasions, with your life. Someone you would spend time, and currently are, walking to the edges of the world to ensure his safety.

He’s changed on some levels, sure, but he’s proven he’s still Link. He’s grown to be taller than you now, he’s let his hair get longer, he no longer trusts people with the same open heart, but you can tell that ultimately he’s the same person. He never pushed past your boundaries, he still lets you braid his hair, he still regards you with the same crooked smile as always. He’s just Link.

You were worried first upon seeing the Realm, it’s softly glowing gem off putting. There was something new about the scruffy farm boy you grew up with that you couldn’t place. Something aside from the obvious. There was more about him than there always was, something you couldn’t help but feel apprehensive about. You felt as if the era you knew him was coming to a close, as if watching him leave for his adventure was seeing him out of your life. So against better judgement, you followed after him.

It’s been months since then, though it didn’t really feel like it. You learned a lot since as well. Swords didn’t feel unfamiliar in your hands, you learned the basics of healing and even met a few spirits. Learning to fight was the hardest of the three, surprisingly. Between having the spirits of heroes since passed trying their hardest to pretend you’re capable of fighting alongside Link and the man himself making your heart rate double whenever he’s within a two metre range of you, learning how to sword fight was difficult. And yet you learned. You learned how to manage the weight of the sword and your body, you learned when to swing and when to dodge, you learned responsibility and respect for your blade. You learned to fight.

You also had to learn collateral for after the fight. What herbs numb, which others will actually heal. You were reckless on your own when you didn’t know how to use your blade, but Link did and somehow managed twice the bruising. But it allowed a methodical chore that bought you some time alone when it was needed. You’d take your journal of herbs and head off into the treeline, throwing an explanation to Link over your shoulder. And that’d be it. And you’d usually return an hour or so later, flowers and herbs in hand. And usually Wild and you would joke and share stories as you prepped the herbs into elixirs.

But the longer you struggled against the rope blinding you to the pillar, the more you realised that may not be the case. You may not make it back to Link. You may not see your village again.

Link has always known you to be courageous. Despite himself being the literal hero of courage, he often found himself looking toward you. From the earliest days of your childhood, he can recall the never dying fire within you. That determination to fight in whatever you’d set your mind toward, you had a grit to you that he found admirable. Alluring, even.

He’s aware now more so than ever that there are people who’d fight to take your place at his side. People who’d give up every bit of themselves to be with him. But seeing you grow around your own will of betterment made him realise how unique you really were. He really didn’t have anyone as much as he had you. Or, At least, He didn’t want to have anyone else as much as he wanted to have you. You were the one to see past the circumstances that shifted him of kilter, and yet you accepted the whole for what it was. You changed to adapt and yet stayed much the same.

He admits that while the both of you could’ve done anything and spent your time with anyone else, he’s glad he got to live with you. It was privilege, or perhaps payment for the life he was given. In any case, it’s not like he’d ever admit it wholly.

Maybe some small part of his heart could understand it of himself, but it’d never be something he’d speak out into the world. He wouldn’t dare so much as write such vulnerability into existence. It was something for years he’s wrestled down, a hunger he’s learned to manage. He’d never force himself upon your side, he’d come at your every beck and call, but he’d never even dream of being the source of your discomfort. He only wished to bring you the love you brought upon him. Such a feeling he told himself he could not acknowledge. Such a feeling that could drive a man to madness if they were not careful. Such a feeling would to him if he were not careful.

It had been hours since you’d told him you were leaving to forage, and with not much more aside from your scream, you were gone.

He could feel him pushing at himself, pushing for him to find you, to help you. And yet he was effectively helpless. It took him nearly a week to track down the solitary fort you were presumed to be in -of course that was always presuming that they hadn’t moved your location since then and that you were still alive.

His sword felt oddly light in his hands as he trekked through the entry to the fort. His memories from there are hazed, mixed and muddled together until he can’t make much sense of them. Such a thing tends to happen when he taps into too much of the realm’s power. He embraces his soul, it guides him through the movements, cutting down body after body with little genuine regard for the consequences. All he cares about is getting to you, making sure that you were safe as he should have been able to ensure. He failed in keeping you safe once, but you would be again by the end of the night.

Seeing your slumped body tied to the support pillar was a mixed sight. He was endlessly relieved that you were alive, sure. But if there was so much as a single scratch on your skin, he could not guarantee the lives of anyone in the building. It was as if, at that moment, there was no filter to him. There was no better judgement telling him to stop as he cut you free from your bindings. There was no second guessing as he stole the breath from your lips with his own. He drank you in after so long of being starved by your absence. There really wasn’t any replacing you, the sentiment was incorrect down to the principle.

Seeing Link again, there was something different. Not odd or bad, just something about him that you couldn’t place. The blood was the most glaring, you’d have to double check him for injuries when you both were out of here.

Rather, it was his behaviour that struck you as off. He fell to his knees and desperately cut you free of the rope, hardly giving you a moment to process before he kissed you. It was uncoordinated and a little messy, but it was made up for in giddy enthusiasm.

He pulled back, his eyes glowing -no short of the word- as they searched you over. They fixated on your rope burns before he pressed tender kisses there too and lifted you up bridal style, not so much as a murmur passed between the two of you. There was something off about Link, but you suppose nothing really changed.

#legend of zelda #link x reader #link x you #yandere link x reader #sacred realm #sr!link #sr!linkxreader #loz sacred realm

[bylertruth3r]

Hiii, what were the signs in the first 3 seasons that will liked mike? When I watched it back in 2019 I thought Will was gay but I when I saw other people say that Will liked mike I wasn’t really convinced, obviously those people were super right, so if you want, can you tell me what were the signs? And are there signs that mike likes Will back? Thank you! 💕💕💕

thanks for asking :)) @palumboompje

1 in s1 Will was able to lie to everyone except Mike and told him that he rolled a 7 during the dnd campaign even though Lucas told Will to lie to Mike (Will was able to lie to Mike in s4 because he was lying for Mike and even there he wasn't able to look at him in the eyes when he told Mike that El commissioned the painting

2 in the Snowballl script it says that Will was looking at Mike who was dancing with El instead of looking at the girl he was dancing with

3 he was really jealous about Mike dating El and spending time with her and it was really evident during the rain fight

4 you can see him staring at Mike's lips in s2 when Mike was arguing with Seth about Nancy and in s3 at the cinema (and Mike was staring at Will's lips too)

and yes there are a lot of signs that Mike loves Will back and i have a pinned post about it but i'm gonna list a few

1 Mike keeps staring at Will's lips

2 his relationship with Willl has always been something more than platonic and you can tell by how much physical touch with Will he initiated and even the bullies know there's something more between them because when they were being homophobic to Will they said those things to Mike's face

3 Mike was the one more affected by Will's disappearance and even Hopper could tell because he was the first one he interrogated in s1

4 in the previous seasons he had no problem hugging Will and being more physical with him but after s3 things started getting awkward between them because of Mike and he hugged Will in that weird way (he doesn't know Will is gay) he took what Will said "and us?" at rink o mania romantically and felt the need to clarify that they're friends twice even though he views Will as straight and then "in the closet (at rink o mania) started playing while the camera was on Mike and he started talking again

5 Mike is the one who starts most of Byler's interaction and he has a soft voice he only uses for Will (his Will voice)

6 he got really jealous in s2 when Will agreed to let Max join them for Halloween because he thought Will also liked Max like Dustin and Lucas did, at the snowball he pushed Will into dancing with that girl and then he regretted it a few seconds after that and moped about it next to Dustin who was moping about Max dancing with Lucas, in s4 he got jealous and thought Will made a painting for a girl (Angela) but then when in the van he realized Will loves him back and that the painting was for him he got really happy about it

7 Mike wasn't able to say "i love you" to El because he's in love with Will just like Nancy wasn't able to say it to Steve in s2 because she's in love with Jonathan

8 he said that his friends are great but they're not Will and that Hawkins wasn't the same without Will "you know Max, Lucas and Dustin they're great, they're great it's just.. it's Hawkins it's not the same without you" and he asked Will to be a team which parallels Hopper saying "we make a great team" to Joyce in s3

9 he said asking Will to be his friend was the best thing he's ever done (he already knew El in s2 btw)

#stranger things #byler #mike wheeler #mike wheeler is gay #will byers #stranger things 4 #stranger things 3 #stranger things 2 #miwi #jancy

[thatsnotmygunflash]

Why oh why am I obsessed with the idea of Len meeting Henry in prison and hearing stories about little Barry Allen. Thinking about how terrible it must be to have such a loving father locked up for the murder of his own wife. To have him build respect and a friendship with Henry, maybe even offer him a get-out-of-jail-free card when Len plans to break out. Henry says no, of course, because only guilty men run and he couldn't do that to his son. They part as friends and Len always has Henry Allen aka the best father to ever walk the earth in the back of his mind.

So its like a knife to the gut to hear the name of the boy Henry talked about so proudly fall from Cisco's trembling lips.

He almost killed Doc's son. He almost killed Doc's son.

He let Cisco and his brother go while he tried to figure out his next move. Going up against the Flash was thrilling, intoxicating, everything he had ever dreamed of and more, but knowing sweet little Barry Allen was under the mask had him rethinking everything he knew.

Barry Allen, who took on bullies twice his size for other helpless kids. Who loved dinosaurs and singing with his mom in the car. Who held the key to the only happiness Henry had left. He felt sick. He's heard every story Henry could find the time to tell about this boy, this boy who lost his mother in the worst way possible, who spent every day of his life fighting for his father's freedom.

When Mick and Lisa ask what the plan is, when they demand to know the Flash’s identity, Len froze. Stuck between being another heartless villain in an innocent kid's life or being a silent hero and keeping the Doc's kid safe from the likes of himself and his family.

In the end, it's the start of his undoing. Choosing the role of silent hero in that moment, keeping Barry safe and alive, agreeing to their deal, playing his part all while making sure nothing happened to this broken boy.

When his chance to be a real hero comes along, he doesn't go see Barry or Lisa. He headed to a little cabin in the middle of nowhere and knocked on the door with a bottle of scotch in one hand.

Henry looked different on the outside, his face lighter, tanner. The prison jumpsuit Len had become familiar with was replaced by loose jeans and a flannel shirt.

"Long time no see Doc, mind if I come in?" Len offered out the bottle, stepping over the threshold when Henry accepted it with a small nod.

"As long as you leave any weapons at the door, you'll always be welcome here, Leonard."

"Even after I shot your son?" Len questioned, tilting his head when Henry let out a deep sigh at his words.

"So you do know." Henry muttered, setting the bottle down on the kitchen table and pushing a chair out for Len to have a seat before he headed to the cabinet for two glasses.

"He didn't tell you?" Len asked as he took a seat at the small wooden table pushed against the kitchen wall.

"There's a lot of things my son doesn't tell me about his other job, for my own protection." Henry said as he joined him at the table, pouring them each a generous portion of the scotch.

"That why you moved all the way out here? All you ever talked about was getting to spend time with your son again, Doc. Why aren't you?" Len palmed his glass as he awaited Henry's answer, sliding a finger over the smooth surface of the rim. Henry took a slow drink, his eyes growing sad and distant as he stared down into the honey-colored liquor.

"Barry has a life, a great life that he does a lot of good in. I don't really think I fit into that life."

"Maybe not this time around, but what if I told you I could change that?"

Henry looked up at Len's cryptic words, searching eyes dancing and a thoughtful frown pulling on his mouth.

"Why are you here, Leonard?"

"I've been offered an exciting opportunity, one where I can make some real changes in the world." If he played his cards right he could change things to play in both of their favors. "I believe you and I deserve more than the hand we were dealt. I think Barry deserves to have his father in his life, I think I deserve not to."

"Leonard, why are you here?" Henry asked again.

"To say goodbye." Len paused, thinking about why exactly he was sitting here. "To thank you, I guess."

"For what?"

"Too much, so let's just keep it at a thank you."

"Leonard-"

"I'll see you around Doc, take care of yourself." Len knocked his knuckles against the surface of the table as he stood, heading towards the door with Henry following close at his heels.

"Leonard, what are you going to do?"

Len is already at the door, one hand on the doorknob and a secretive smirk dancing on his lips.

"Nothing you need to worry about Doc, and if you see your son, tell him...tell him I'm taking his advice."

"Advise about what?"

Len pulled the door open, casting a small, hopeful smile back at his old friend.

"See you in the next life, Henry."

#this has been in my drafts for a while #so im letting it free #leonard snart #henry allen #the flash #captain cold

[mrsshabana]

What would Gyutaro think of Denji if they ever met?

Denji reminds me so much of Gyutaro that I just couldn't help but picture him in the chainsaw man world. I even plan on one day doing a role-playing blog on here about it.

Gyutaro & Denji ₊˚✧

Gyutaro doesn't understand Denji. How could someone be so positive all the time even though they have a terrible life? It makes no sense to him.

He would be a little easier on Denji than he would with most people though because Denji had a difficult life, similar to Gyutaro's.

Gyutaro wouldn't be envious of him like he is with everyone else. Maybe he'd be envious of Denji's looks, but his suffering is enough that Gyutaro can look past it.

Denji would really like Gyutaro! He'll be kind to him even though Gyutaro is rude at first. But thanks to Denji's persistence they would become friends quickly.

It's clear to Gyutaro that Denji doesn't have any ulterior motives when trying to befriend him. Denji is pretty straight forward and easy to read, so Gyutaro would be able to tell what his intentions are.

Denji would be a really good influence on Gyutaro. He'd be able to show Gyutaro how to be less violent and cruel towards others. Just because you have a bad life doesn't mean that you have to take it out on everyone else.

Seeing how Denji can be happy regardless of the situation he's in will make Gyutaro think twice about his perspective on life. He wants to be happy like Denji too. So he will ease up a bit and learn to be more like him.

And Gyutaro would teach Denji how to be more diligent and street smart. He'll show him how to be less gullible and not so much of a push over.

Gyutaro feels bad for Denji. He has a good heart and wears it on his sleeve. Always falling in love with the first person to show him affection, only for that person to use him for their own gain.

Gyutaro will do everything in his power to teach Denji not to fall for people so easily. He doesn't like seeing him being used. Hell, if it gets bad enough Gyutaro wouldn't hesitate to step in and defend his friend.

And same goes for Denji. If he sees someone bullying Gyutaro he will kick them in the balls. Even if they don't have balls he will still kick them in the crotch.

They always surprise each other with the things they say because their personalities are so different.

Gyutaro doesn't open up very often so most of the time he just listens to Denji talk. And he doesn't mind this, he enjoys listening to him talk about his day or whatever new thing he is aspiring towards. That is until Denji inevitably says something out of pocket and Gyutaro gives him the side eye.

The guy is weird. But it just makes Gyutaro like him even more. He can't help but chuckle every time Denji says something silly.

The conversation will start with Gyutaro brooding and not saying much. But by the end of the conversation Denji will have him laughing and forgetting about the terrible day he had.

But despite their differences, Gyutaro and Denji would always have each other's backs no matter what. Treating each other like human beings, which is something neither of them have really had before. It brings them together and makes them inseparable.

#gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #denji #denji hayakawa #demon slayer #kny #chainsaw man #csm #replies

[weemsfreak]

All The Time

I wanted to write something from my sapphic experience and about how I feel, but I've based it around Larissa Weems. ~3k words

Warnings: mention of sh, sapphic yearning, angst, self loathing, just overall sad and deep

One day, you sit down in an office, an office which you quickly learn is owned by a woman, a woman of absolute beauty, a woman of poise and intelligence and purity. A woman who, you learn even quicker, makes you wish your mother wasn't there with you. You wish that it was just the two of you.

There are times when you meet someone new, and you think 'oh fuck'. There are times when you meet someone new, and you have to force yourself not to let your expression reflect your thoughts when you think 'oh fuck'. And, there are times when you meet someone new and you feel your heart break and mend itself back together, as if you know what's coming; followed by the thought of 'oh fuck, I'm fucking screwed.'

You've been this way since you were young. You have always felt, a longing? A yearning? A certain 'je ne sais quoi' that has followed you, haunted you, even bullied you into being who you are today. No matter where you were or who you were with, which too much of the time admittedly was no one, you always felt like you were missing something.

The conclusion that you had come to, is that you missed home. Alas, maybe home is not a place. Perhaps it isn't a location or something that you could find if you looked. Perhaps it's a feeling, a state of mind, a thought. Perhaps it's a piece of yourself that is missing. Since you've never known who you are, you wouldn't recognize it being gone. You've never felt close to people, let alone your own mother. But it's not that your mother never loved you, perhaps it’s that you've never loved yourself.

You were always so involuntarily inhibited, and that's the best way to describe you. "Get your shit together" you say to yourself, every..single..day. But nothing ever changes, you always feel the same, and you never get your shit together.

See, when your brain moves faster than you can handle, yet not fast enough for others, you can never make a decision, something is always holding you back. You think and think and think and think, but you never come to a conclusion, you never would. Though, there is one thing that you do know, one thing you don't have to think about twice, one thing you've only thought about once, constantly since you've met her.

Some days, you get lost in an old book. At least something can take you away from the agony of your brain never stopping, even if it's only for so long. Then you feel your phone vibrate and you unlock it to find a message from a friend, a friend who appeared in your life one day and acted like they had always known you, a friend who missed you, at least that's what the message said. You pursed your lips together in a small smile and typed 'I miss you too,' until you realized that what you really wanted to type was 'I miss me too'. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you thought about how selfish you were, how careless you were. It's not that you didn't love your friend or others, but you only had so much energy, and when you only have so much energy, you don't get to choose how to use it. As a tear drips down onto your phone and you see that you didn’t respond at all, you hear laughter, and your eyes shoot up. Your gaze involuntarily meets white hair blocking the sun behind it and you realize that she's not blocking the sun, she is the sun, she's your sun. Your gaze meets a red lipped smile, and you relish in the fact that you'd hear that laugh from the tallest mountain. Your gaze meets hers and she smiles a bit wider, making her cute cheeks more prominent as you get lost in icy pools of blue. You smile back a real smile, and you realize how stupid you must look, smiling and crying at the same time.

There's a longing in your chest, and it heightens each day. Since you were a child you've craved comfort, as humans say. You've become more aware of what's in front of you and what you're presented with as you've grown. Only there's one problem, and it's too big to handle on your own. If someone asked you what anyone thought of you, you wouldn't have a clue. There's something so daunting about walking around, not knowing who you are, or who's who. If someone asked you your favourite colour, you'd pick one out of the sky. If they asked you what you like, you'd say everything, yet nothing, but you couldn't say why. See, you live on the verge of being obsessed yet disinterested, sometimes both at the same time. And it's so confusing, seeing people do things with no shame, no remorse, no guilt, no crime. It's so gut-wrenching seeing people live and act like they're fine. But in reality, maybe they are. Maybe you don't think like them and maybe you don't want to live like them. You don't want to grow up like them, you don't want to do things like them, you don't want to say things as they do. But then again, maybe you just don't know how to. Alas, in the end, it doesn't matter what you see, because it will never help you become you. You'll sit in the dark until you find the light, something you thought you would've found by now, perhaps it's disguised. And if when you find it you want to reject it, you won't be at all be surprised. For you are a person who finds joy in things, whatever things may call. And you are a person who only knows one thing, that you know nothing at all. Ironic, isn't it? How you long to know everything, yet you don't care enough to learn. If someone asked you what you wanted, you could answer in turn. Truthfully? Perhaps not, but you'd try. For since you were a child you've known what you wanted, and to this day you still yearn. It may not be mainstream, but it's sincere, it's real, it's pure, and you have no choice but to let it burn. There's a longing in your chest, and it heightens each day, until finally it will stop, if it may.

One day, a statue catches fire, and you can't help but be totally helpless. As you fall off the bleachers and land on your feet, you find yourself searching for her. As your peers run past you, you stand your ground, which is admittedly too close to the fire. When you realize that you value her safety over yours, oh how stupid of you, a warm hand that feels so right in yours reaches out and pulls you away. You find her flustered, out of breath, and seemingly nervous behind her professional façade. Your eyes meet hers and you want to, no, you need to comfort the beauty that you are so lucky to have presented to you. When she asks if you're okay, it takes all of your strength to not mutter the words, 'No, because I was searching for you.' And when tears well up in your eyes again, as you understand that she is in fact alright, she pulls you into a hug, a protective and warm embrace. You realize that you want to be the one protecting her, pulling her to safety, and holding her close. You know now that she is not hurt, and she is not in danger. She is your guardian angel, and she is fine. God how you wish you were fine.

There are times when you cannot live as one should, independently, productively, happily. At least, that's how you've learned that you're supposed to live. You're supposed to have friends, you're supposed to be social, you're supposed to enjoy things, you're supposed to feel. But you in your measly little boring life wouldn't know how to socialize if someone wrote it down step by step, you wouldn't know the right thing to say if someone whispered it to you word for word, you wouldn't want to be mainstream if someone forced it down your throat. You wouldn't know who you were if you had created yourself, truly it's as if you hadn't.

On days like these you wake up and you take it easy, you end up in bed before the night even arrives, and you think that you'll do better tomorrow, you'll be productive tomorrow, you'll feel normal tomorrow, you'll get your shit together tomorrow; but tomorrow never comes. On days like these, you look around at your peers. You know you should like them, you think you could like them, but what are you to do when the girls are all over the boys and you could be all over the girls? Except you're not, they're so immature. People your age are so immature, so irresponsible, and just straight up annoying. You wish and wish and wish that you liked them and the things that they do, you wish that you weren't so judgemental. Alas, you can't help it when you look past your peers and lay your eyes on pure elegance, the deepest comfort, someone you would never find annoying, someone who is responsible and mature, someone you know would protect you, someone that puts your worst thoughts and fastest heart to rest.

There are times when you can get yourself moving and allow yourself to feel the water, air, fire, earth, and the elements that make them all up. On those days, you try to be a person and you survive, you try so hard to survive. On those days, you catch a glimpse of her in the sun, shining and glowing and lighting up the day, bringing warmth to everyone around. On those days, you see her standing strong, tall, like a tree, above everybody else, physically, professionally, and metaphorically. You catch her enticing slender figure in your eye and you smile, you really smile, because how could you not? You hear her soothing and addicting voice from afar and you close your eyes as if it were a melody, you'd know it anywhere, you always knew it, and you always will. You hope, plead, pray to the old gods and new for her to wrap her long arms around you and engulf you like the ocean, for once you want to feel like you are floating. And on those days, you realize that you need her like you need to breathe, and you can't help but admire and compare her to the air.

If you stared for long enough, you'd realize blue isn't just a colour. It's not describable, attainable, or interpreted the same by another. If you listened long enough, you'd know that blue speaks wisdom, kindness, and truth. It doesn't relish in hatred, insecurity, or youth. If you spoke to blue, you'd hide amongst your words, because blue is tall, strong, and sure, but you are small, unlike her. Blue will take a stand and lend a hand to make sure you are validated. She will dedicate all her time to see that you are graduated. Blue is happy, humble, and oblivious, she glistens in the moon while making the world less hideous. Blue doesn't ask questions; she doesn't need to. Blue treats all other colours like they are more than just colours, and so should you. But maybe blue is far, far away from your reach, and maybe all the strength you have is not enough to teach, yourself, how to be blue. For now, you are staring, but not long enough, to realize that blue isn't just a colour.

Yes, you had those days, but those days weren't most days. Most days, well…this quote was spot on.

"Most days I feel…nothing. I don't feel anything. I wake up and I think, again? Really? I have to do this again? I hurt myself, it doesn't hurt. I buy what I want, I don't want it. No matter what I do, I don't feel anything."

Yes, this was spot on, yet you believe that there are worse things to feel than nothing.

That is, until one day, the nothing has turned into something.

Sometimes the dull ache that you carry with you day after day turns into more. Sometimes, it turns into something.

Something you feel ever so deeply that it hurts, you detest it, you try to reject it, but you can't when it manifests itself physically. Sometimes, you can’t find the strength to not collapse on the floor and let tears spill like a storm, slowly at first, and then all at once. You look around your room through glass burning your eyes and you are alone, so utterly alone. You can't help but feel that longing, that yearning. You would say that you don't know why you feel it but you do, you always did. The thing you don't know and would never understand is how you feel it, how did you become so broken, so lost. 'Stop being so dramatic', you think to yourself, before you feel your heart clench in your chest like it's trying to crawl out, digging its claws into your flesh attempting to remove itself from the body that is incapable. "You're such a capable young woman with so much potential" your mother would say, and you would believe her. You spend so much time, too much time, mourning the life that you could have had, if you weren't you. You think about what she's doing right now, and you want to run to her like your life depended on it, perhaps it did. You think about what she would think about you, lying on the floor in tears, pathetic. For when the overwhelming urge to take away the pain by doing something physical to offset it presents itself, you think pouring your heart out to her and being rejected may be better. But, alas, none of that matters, and you don't have a decision to make. You don't have a decision to make because you are tired, far too tired to do any of those things. You don't really know what you feel, you don't think you never did. But whatever it is, it's screaming in your face, it's forcing you early into your grave, and it's slowly making its way out from the deepest depths inside of yourself. For lying here in the dark alone, confused, and inhibited, makes your tears slow, as the feeling of having a heart attack overcomes you.

And when it does, you can't help but think, I'm fine, this is fine.

A quote by Gillian Flynn comes to mind and you think you are gone, girl. "…and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, that was fine. And your life is a long line of fine."

There are days after you've bled your heart out on the floor and couldn't find the strength to clean it up that she walks up to you. It seems that you were staring for too long, as you usually do, but this time you were caught up in the guilt of last night, the terrifying feeling of weakness, in a trance of her and her only. She walks up to you with a smile so sincere that it makes you want to live, a smile that means something. Well, it means something to you.

She's very observant as she noticed you staring, and she wants to make sure that you're okay, she wants to know if you're not, she wants to help, she cares. She walks up to you with a smile, and you realize that she'd smile at any student like that.

She stops and she clasps her hands in front of her, and you want to reach out and caress them. She stops and her eyes sparkle like the brightest stars in the darkest night, as she tilts her head to the side in question and asks:

"And how are you today, Y/N?"

Sometimes, you can't bring yourself to tell the truth. You can't look her in the eye and tell her what you did last night and why, you couldn't. Sometimes, you just have to take a moment, too long of a moment, and come up with a lie. Even if the truth is at the forefront of your mind, on the tip of your tongue, so there and so fresh that it feels like a gash you made yourself. Perhaps your cells are transparent, and she can see your thoughts, or maybe she's a mind reader, or maybe she caught you in the act. You will never not believe that she can see right through you. Either way, she must know, right? Someone besides you must know.

Sometimes, you have to lie, even if you've convinced yourself that this is a trick question. Even when the words that are forced out of your mouth don't sound real.

"I'm fine Principal Weems, and you?"

Because as much as you've convinced yourself she knows, she doesn't. She's not a mind reader, she's not that observant, and you're not the only person in her life like she is yours. She is blue, she is the air, she is your sun, your guardian angel, and she is knitted into every fibre of your being. But she doesn't know, and she never will.

In that moment you decide, with all of your heart and every atom in your body, you wish she did.

For you there are times, there are days, and there are moments, but her, oh her, she's all the time.

#larissa weems #principal larissa weems #wednesday netflix #gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #lesbian #principal weems #larissa weems fanfic #so gay omg #larissa x reader #sad thoughts #sad poem #sapphic yearning #longing

[dekusleftsock]

IVE BEEN A GOOD KID AND IVE ACTUALLY LET MYSELF LIKE. THINK ABOUT THE OFFICIAL TRANSLATIONS SO. HERE WE GO BITCHES.

(Along with some other things bouncing around, implications of togachako because of this chapter, maybe even a prediction? This is my FINAL THOUGJTS POST, unless ofc I notice something and I say it BUT HOPEFULLY THIS IS THE LAST AND ITS JUST GONNA BE ME BEING SILLY AND POSTING FANART)

1, i find it funny that Caleb said lickitung than Pikachu since that… totally doesn’t make sense nor was why Twice suggested the name. IDK IM A POKÉMON NERD AND AN MHA FAN SO I JUST FIND IT A LITTLE SILLY.

Like I think Horikoshi chose Pikachu bc it’s the most recognizable Pokémon, along with Himiko’s “chu-chu” noises she makes when she drinks blood ofc, but it was also probably suggested bc… Pikachu has the same blushies that Ochako has…

Not to mention the fact that Pikachu is also representative of Toga’s colors, those of course being red and yellow.

Lickitung makes no sense other than the fact that it paralyzes people/Pokémon by licking them and making them uncomfortable. It’s such a… random gen 1 Pokémon idfk. I can see WHY he chose it, because lickitung is supposed to be a friendly Pokémon that accidentally makes people uncomfortable, but I think Pikachu being said instead just makes far more sense; Pikachu is supposed to be a cute Pokémon. It’s origins in gen 1 were, “I want you to make the cutest Pokémon you can” and the artist Atsuko Nisida had to go through 3-5 iterations of pixel art (bc they would make the pixelated version for the game first AND THEN draw the Pokémon from that) before finally settling on what people call “fat Pikachu” which looked like this

Lickitung works ig by being a Pokémon that ultimately is harmless to people but just accidentally freaks people out and makes them off-put by them, but Pikachu fits much better in a chapter where Ochako calls Himiko’s smile, something we’re supposed to see as creepy, perfect/pretty/beautiful. Comparing her and her cuteness to something like Pikachu just seems like something twice would do anything bc he’s a sweetie like that.

ALSO ANOTHER THING FOR PEOPLE WHO KNOW NOTHING ABOUT POKÉMON: reguri is I think the most popular ship? That might be beat by Selena/ash and misty/ash, but regardless it’s super popular and also is EXTREMELY SIMILAR to bkdk.

This does depend on which version of them you’re talking about, but personally when I read pokespe (the most popular official Pokémon manga, there’s others but that’s just the most well known one) I always thought bkdk were so similar to red/blue to the point it was uncanny. At the time I thought “eh that’s just gay rival tropes there’s tons of other characters in other anime/manga/tv that are similar to them too” but after the mention OF Pikachu and Toga’s purposeful similarities I do wonder if horikoshi was a Pokémon fan in the 90’s during his childhood. That wouldn’t surprise me seeing as the games were such a booming success in Japan (literally it’s the most sold Pokémon games ever nothing has beat it since), so it would make sense if horikoshi was a secret Pokémon fan.

I mean, blues hair is even similar to bakugous but idk, maybe it’s a stretch.

They’re not childhood friends in pokespe, but they are childhood friends in the games, blue bullying him as they got older and pushing red away, red goes and has an emo arc on mount silver by himself without telling anyone, eventually comes down from that mountain in black and white 2 where red and blue are starting to be friends again, and I don’t think they’re seen again until sun and moon where they’re on vacation together in alola. There’s other outside game content that has just… progressively gotten more gay.

AGAIN, IM NOT SURE IF HORIKOSHI HAS READ THE POKESPE MANGA OR IF HE PUT THIS MUCH THOUGHT INTO IT! However I WILL say that if you enjoy bkdk you will probably enjoy reguri and the pokespe manga, especially since it has a more interesting plot than the anime or games, along with being less corny. It’s a lot more… I don’t wanna say graphic but honest? It wasn’t really made in mind that it would be targeted overseas like all the other Pokémon stuff, so it’s just more honest about environmental issues and pet abuse and things like that. Red and blues character arcs and friendship, along with Leaf’s character arc is very interesting just by itself, highly recommend.

MOVING ON… my Pokémon nerdiness aside, I love Himiko’s defiance to conform to hero society especially as a villain. Will she go against this vow because she sees herself as a full fledged villain? I wasn’t really sure.

She didn’t, which is great, but I also think those themes of pity and feeling like Ochako is still looking down on her… remind me exactly of Katsuki.

I also find this page and what toga says quite interesting.

Saying that she KNEW ochako was sad too, that’s a VERY interesting observation to make when thinking of someone you “hate”.

And I like the distinction that Ochako wasn’t afraid of Toga because of her smile being creepy, or that she was trying to harm her or tsu, but because she couldn’t understand why she was smiling during a fight.

More bakugou vibes/lines

If/when they ARE canon, explicitly and completely and all that, then that would make mha a, and idk if it’s the first, shonen GL + BL. That would be fucking crazy.

ALSO THIS? THIS IS ABSOLUTELY NOT AN IZU//OCHA MOMENT… let me explain.

It’s a couple of things: Ochako is not explicitly saying how she wishes she could talk about her love with Izuku, instead it seems to be more framed as talking ABOUT Izuku.

He’s not even looking at her, and she’s not looking at him; no, instead Ochako and Himiko are looking at each other, and talking about the importance to talk about your feelings openly, how she admires that quality to Himiko.

In a way this is Ochako saying “No, don’t become like him, this is why I admire you. That trait makes you admirable, it’s a trait I love in you.”

And lastly, that marriage proposal. Is it REALLY a marriage proposal? How romantic or platonic is this this scene?

Well, I went back and read chapter 348 to find out, and a little detail disregarded, not only by me but everyone else, was the line, “If you ask me, being a couple means being one and the same. Makes sense right? Nothing else… would fulfill my desires.”

And then ochako in 393, purposely bearing her feelings to Himiko and offering her blood to her? Even with this knowledge? The knowledge that Himiko would see this as a confession? Fucking crazy.

For all her flaws, I can perfectly picture why Ochako would prefer someone who sees romance like she does, openly unapologetic about her feelings like she is, over someone who can’t even see a teenage girls confession as an actual confession of love. Way to be selfish Izuku.

(God he would be SO offended at all the shit talking I’ve been doing to him recently HAHA! BUT HE NEEDS TO HEAR IT BC HES AN IDIOT WHO SHOULD BE TAKING HIS FEELINGS SERIOUSLY. How are you going to let the hot headed blonde kid that bullied you be better at this. HOW.)

So yes, I think this is so explicitly romantic, I literally thought this scene would never fucking happen because I KNEW how gay it was, how gay everyone KNEW it was—but god damn. Horikoshi you mad man.

#togachako #himiko toga #togaraka #togaocha #ochako uraraka #mha 393 #mha chapter 393 #mha deku #togachako brainrot

[rath00ker]

Okay I swear I did a post like this but I think o deleted it for some reason but

How the Octavinelle students handle

Being in love

(I did one for Kalim and Jamil in an older post idk if anyone remembers but I might do one of these for each student idk tell me what y’all want)

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul handles being in love like any former victim of bullying handles being in love. Not saying anything out of a deep and intense fear of being rejected. That’s how he handles it no joke

He would rather just memorize everything about his crushes life than actually say anything. Sure he’s written up a few long and drawn out plans to court his crush but he never really goes through with them. The only way Azul would confess is for two reasons, A, the tweels find out and decide to play match marker or B, He is 100 percent sure he crush won’t say no (be it through a contract or overhearing that they have feelings for him as well.)

If those two things don’t happen Azul is happy (mostly) to be in love from afar even if the idea of a relationship slowly eats away at him from the inside.

Jade Leech

Jade is a very interesting critter. It’s very hard to tell if he actually likes someone or he’s just playing with them for some reason or another. Jade is smart, he knows he’s good with words and that he’s very handsome. I also don’t believe he’s above using flirting or charming people into doing/giving him something he wants. He’s very good at worming his way into other people’s lives and hearts.

However when he’s REALLY in love with someone, oh they aren’t going anywhere. Jade has probably fallen in love maybe twice in life? But now that he’s older and grown out of puppy love he’s all over his crush. Being that he’s so good at making a hole for himself in other people’s lives, he’ll just do that to get close to his crush.

Jade has no doubt that he could make his crush like him back, he has such a way with words after all! Soon the two of them will be married and living together happily next to a mountain or maybe the beach. Can’t you just tell how excited he is? Floyd will even start to notice that Jade is smiling a lot more than he used too

Floyd Leech

Look honestly Floyd is more of a situationship than a relationship guy. He gets crushes and gets over said crushes very quickly. Basically he has a boyfriend of the week (if any guy is interesting enough to be his boyfriend of the week). Since his mood swings are so bad his situationships can last a week or a few months maybe a whole year if you can be so lucky (and if Floyd actually enjoys sending time with the guy).

I can’t really imagine Floyd ever being in an actual closed monogamous relationship with anyone since he doesn’t like rules and goes wherever the wind flows. He’s just a situationship kinda dude.

Sorry if you wanna put a ring on it cause Floyd is NOT your guy

#Azul just like me fr #also Jade isn’t written with a yan headcannon in mind. bro is just a creep but he still loves you and would treat you well if you were in a #actually relationship with him #Floyd is just silly #also I DID write Floyd with an gay headcannon in mind #he kiss men #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #twst octavinelle

[guckies]

Due to the hate Baghera has been facing I would just like to remind everyone that attacking other qsmp members is not okay and of the fact that the casual misogyny in mcyt/streamer still continues to this day from when I first saw it in 2018ish is disgusting.

We know casual misogyny is common in the minecraft fandom so why aren’t we doing anything to stop it.

So here are examples of people affected by this casual misogyny,

1) Sylveey was known in smplive, smpearth and mcmondays communities she was constantly bullied for no reason because she was supposedly a pick me girl. At one point I even blocked her without ever having watched her streams because I foolishly believed what these people would say.

2) Nihachu know mostly for dsmp was typically shipped with Wilbur even after they asked people to stop, along with her chat having people commonly ask her about Wilbur rather than her own stream. Not to mention she wasn’t typically considered in lore due to the ship with Wilbur and unwillingness from other members of dsmp. Techno and the syndicate helped her be involved when the community dismissed her. There is people who sexualise her.

3) HannahxxRose i have seen anti-Semitic remarks about her and her appearance in mcyt fandom, why would that ever be okay. Her lore like Niki’s was also not as respected by the fandom although she made an effort. One time I even saw that she received hate for winning an item that she used in lore because the fandom wanted a male member to have it.

4) I haven’t seen a lot in a while about Captain Puffy, but I recall that many had the audacity to call her trolls annoying when they were on the same level as what Bad and Skeppy would do.

5) Rarely I will see hate surrounding some of the female hermitcraft, last life and empires members however those fandoms has been really good at being positive and involving everyone. Seemingly the only fandoms to be able to accept and embrace female mcyts. They are some of the biggest communities with very little casual misogyny because it’s not all about lore 24/7 like the fandom wants it to be. *Check Replies*

6) MCC a fun game has been turned sour by fans of majority male streamers harassing mainly Scott and female mcc participants because their streamers lost.

3 out of 6 of those involved people from the dsmp when it was almost popular. There were only 6 afab members (at the time) during the dsmp. 9 if we’re counting those who came out as gender nonconforming or nonbinary yet even 2 out of those 3 were pushed to the side and given hate for no reason.

Again and again female streamers are put down and subjected to this casual misogyny because they aren’t receiving the same treatment as their male counterparts in their communities.

So far there are only 2 female qsmp members i hope that there are more female streamers who are encouraged and asked to join. That this doesn’t deter them because I appreciate them and love seeing this representation in qsmp. I do not enjoy the constant harassment they receive for being apart of it.

Stop praising male streamers for the bare minimum when female streamers have to do twice the work.

TL;DR

- female mcyts are constantly disregarded, harassed and typically only liked for their male counterparts. This is what casual misogyny looks like because 3 out of 6 female dsmp members faced it at the height of dsmp. It is happening again to one out of two female members on the qsmp. So why do they have to do twice the amount male streamers do. This is going to deter female streamers from qsmp which is horrendous because how can you celebrate culture without them.

#lmk if I missed any tags #qsmp discourse #qsmp #mcyt #misogyny #dreamsmp #if you want I can start comparing the male streamers treatment #to the female streamers because I have a lot to say #baghera jones #nihachu #sylveey #hannahxxrose #sorry if it’s not the best I’m very tired and pissed off abt it all

[may--hawk]

nightfall (ineffable remix)

XIX. Nightfall - Robert Francis

Honey, I know I’m moving too fast

Walking over water, walking over stained glass

Crowley couldn’t say how many times he’s walked away from Aziraphale over the years. 1 The bandstand, Gabriel. Jerusalem, Spain, France. Times where his temper had surged in him, hot and white, licking like lightning though his corporation, making his fingers tremble, and he’d known he’d had to walk away abruptly or risk saying something cruel. So as he starts to walk away from Aziraphale in the bookshop, every other time runs through his mind, although this time this is it, there’s no coming back from this one. Aziraphale’s not coming back. There’s no driving up to the bookshop too fast, pulling up on the curb in front of an astonished Aziraphale, saying, look, there’s a table free at seven at the Ritz. Coming? There’s no walking2 into a doomed church. There’s no handing Aziraphale one of the few manuscripts that had been saved from the Library of Alexandria3 and watching Aziraphale’s eyes get all damp and misty,4 and Crowley knowing he’d been forgiven. There's none of that, not this time.

Which is why when Crowley starts to walk away from Aziraphale in the bookshop, towards the door, towards the street, towards the lonely rest of his miserable fucking existence, he can’t do it. Not this time. He turns. He goes back to Aziraphale - and Satan, is this how Aziraphale’s looked every time Crowley’s walked away from him? Crowley doesn’t know. He’s never been able to look back. It’s this thought, this revelation, this thunderclap, that makes him grab Aziraphale by the collar and kiss him. The kiss is I love you and I’m sorry and please don’t go and please come with me. And when he lets Aziraphale go and Aziraphale sinks, shaking, onto the balls of his feet and he watches Aziraphale’s face shift through expressions rapidly, that’s when Crowley knows he should walk away, walk out, because Aziraphale won’t. Aziraphale has only ever walked away from Crowley twice in over six thousand years. And Aziraphale stutters, and then his face changes, draws into grief, and this is it, Crowley thinks. He can see it coming, recognizes his own poisoned heart so well on Aziraphale’s face. Aziraphale is about to say something cruel. He might even regret it later. Crowley has, many of the times he’s spoken in anger. But that’s the thing about saying things. Just like time, they can’t ever be taken back. Crowley stands there, heart pounding, holding his breath for what comes next. There’s no stopping time, not really, no holding back what’s coming. He waits. He will not leave, not this time, not before Aziraphale does.

1. 47. back

2. Okay, hopping. back

3. No, Crowley hadn’t been the one to save them. He hadn’t even been there. What he had done was track down the caliph’s nephew, who’d bought the manuscript off of a rich merchant, who’d bought it off a member of the Senate, who’d bullied and threatened it out of the poor scribe who’d run into the burning building in the first place to save as much as he could. That was a demonic deed alright, promoting misery and greed. He’d gotten a demerit (a good thing in Hell, slightly less lauded than a commendation) for it. back

4. Crowley had had to turn away, conveniently, to watch a man kicking his goat. As Crowley watched, the goat kicked back. By the time Crowley’d turned back around, Aziraphale had miraculously composed himself. back

Also at:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52878844/chapters/138186547

#help i'm on my shit again #good omens #good omens fic #my fic #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale/crowley #post season 2

[anti-katsuki-lounge]

There's something so fcked up about Bakugo being a hero AND one of the main characters with his nasty attitude and that bullying he never fully grew out of.

It really sends the wrong message, if you think about it, to anybody that may be in a toxic relationship that resembles that of Bakugou and Deku. As a kid I used to be absolute garbage with this one other kid, and watching BNHA at that time made me believe I was right and validated my behavior, since "this hero was also like that and he never got any consequences, so why should I??" Not the best message to give a kid with behavioral issues 💀💀💀💀

Thankfully I got help, stopped being a d*ck, grew out of it, and started giving steps to mend our relationship (and thankfully the other person was open and receptive to that), but BNHA sure as hell didn't help make me realize that what I was doing was wrong.

I legit thought—I'm not kidding—'he's a hero and he's doing the same stuff as me, so he must be in the right. And nobody ever says anything to him/calls him out on it, so that's just proving my point (that he's right)'. It was. Yeah. 💀

TLDR; Bakugou you're awful and I hate you with all my heart

First off, I’m really happy about your self growth 😊. I wish you the best 🙌

Secondly, I 100% agree. Katsuki sends awful messages to viewers. Let’s look at all the “consequences” he received for his behavior:

Suicide baiting Izuku: nothing. Even though his own goons call him out on it, nothing happens and it’s completely hand waved away.

Kicking that water bottle and getting trapped by a sludge villain: how the hell was he supposed to know that a stupid bottle had a villain inside of it? And that wasn’t even him doing anything wrong.

Sabotaging Izuku’s score on the Quirk Apprehension Test: nothing.

Nearly killing Izuku in the first battle trial: only told to grow up, but is also complimented.

Savagely beating Ochako: heroes call him out, but then “Mr. Always Right” Shota makes them look like fools despite them being right.

Being chained in the Sports Festival: Caused by his behavior, but the fact it leads the villains to want to kidnap him isn’t his fault as they thought he was victimized by society. Also who the hell chains up a child? I believe he should be locked behind bars, but U.A isn’t a prison and he was only chained cause he was being violent, not for his other behavior.

Getting less offers than Shoto: still gets to work with the Number 4 Hero.

Smacking Izuku and trying to fight All Might on his own: still passes the exam despite getting his shit rocked. Hanta meanwhile fails despite doing far more in his fight.

Being a dumbass and rushing the villains, which leads to his kidnapping: Again, not his fault he was kidnapped and even if he played it safe, there was a good chance he would’ve been kidnapped anyways. After all, the LoV had powerhouses such as Moonfish (who was kicking his ass), Muscular (who’s strong enough to eat blows from OFA), Dabi (who has flames hotter than Endeavor), and Twice (who can clone anyone he touches. He most likely would’ve been kidnapped anyways, but his dumbass didn’t make anything easier.

Failing his Hero License Exam: isn’t alone in that plus he gets it in like a month anyways. He even gets praised by the test scorers several times and gets to show off his fake growth.

Kacchan vs Deku 2: Katsuki gets put on house arrest, but so does Izuku, ya know, the person he dragged out to fight. Not only that, but he also misses out on getting stomped by Mirio AND gets to be a part of Izuku’s secret.

Stabbing Izuku with his costume to the point of brain matter flowing out of him: no one calls him out. It’s played as a “haha” moment.

Him completely misunderstanding Izuku when he went solo and delivering that horrid speech before apologizing: narrative makes him out to be in the right.

Such consequences are basically non-existent or aren’t a direct result of Katsuki’s behavior. As you mentioned yourself, if anything, Katsuki’s behavior ends up being validated, which in turn leaves other people to believe their behavior is validated. It’s a sickening message in a story about heroes.

#anti katsuki bakugou #anti bakugo katsuki #anti bakugo #anti bakugou #mha critical

[mamirhodessxox]

Unpublished prompts from HTD

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*Randy & Mira trying to plan Cody & Delilahs bachelor & Bachelorette party.* “He said he didn’t wanna go to a strip club or out of town. “Delilah says she doesn’t want those male stripper magic mike like dancers either so I don’t know what to do at this point” “They’re so fucking boring and in love at this point just has Cody come to the bachelorette party as her personal male stripper or something.” “Randy how else do you think Delilah got pregnant. He’s already a personal male stripper.”-Randy & Mira

“Delilah if your gonna have a bachelorette party you need to learn how to throw your ass.” “Mira I don’t have a butt made for tha-“ “BULLSHIT”-Mira, Delilah & Cody

“I’d rather choke on acid tabs than look at another womans oiled up boobs.” “Ok so what if I dressed up as a stripper and you looked at my oiled up boobs.” “Randy is there something you need to tell us?”-Cody, Randy & Seth

“Delilah the woman that you are” *Delilah in a night gown from walmart* “what..”-Cody & Delilah

“I realized I have Daddy issues & Mommy issues.” “I kind of gathered that when we first had sex Lilah.”-Cody & Delilah

“Seth?” “Yes?” “Can you stop fucking breathing it’s to loud & irritating”-Mira & Seth

“LEARN HOW TO FUCKING DRIVE YOU DICK” “Mira calm down you just got your drivers last month you are NOT vin diesel.”-Mira & Seth

“Guys I think Delilah’s pregnant” “how?” “You shouldn’t even be asking that when you know her & cody go missing ever 3 hours every day & 2 she just cussed someone out at target.” “She never cusses..” “OH MY GOD HE GOT MY SWEET ANGEL GIRL PREGNANT.”-Seth, Jey & Mira

*Everyone on a cruise* “Hey Cody.” “Hi…” “I like this cruise idea it was smart.” “Oh thanks.” “It’s a perfect way to get rid of your body if you piss me off.” “Oh.”-Mira & Cody

“The oceans so pretty!” “Beach sex.” “What?” “Beach sex.”-Mira & Randy

“I always knew Randy had a fat crush on mira. Isn’t that right Bunny?” “You call me that one more time I’ll rip your fucking ear off.” -Seth & Mira

“Guys where’s Mira?” “Adopting a parakeet” “FUCK”-Randy & Jey

“Here is our almost too emotionally and psychically attached couple that loves each other so much.” “Your so cute “no your so cute!” “And here’s our mildly toxic couple.” “I WANT MORE ATTENTION FROM YOU” “I ALREADY GIVE YOU ENOUGH ATTENTION WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?” “MORE ATTENTION!!”-Seth, Cody & Delilah, Mira & Randy

“So is seth the top or bottom in his marriage with becky?” “I’d rather not know.”-Randy & Cody

“Ok guys I’ve been teaching Delilah how to stand up for herself a little better let me show you. Hey loser” *Delilah on the verge of tears* “hey man..don’t call me that!” “Did I just watch Cody try to bully her like this is disney channel?”-Cody, Delilah, Becky

“I love you.” *Mira coming back after zoning out* “huh?” “I- uh I said I’m SELLING you.”-Randy & Mira

“Awh look at them their play fighting!!” *Mira trying to slap a spider off Randy’s head from the distance* “CAN YOU NOT TARNISH MY BRAIN CELLS PLEASE?” “I’M FUCKING TRYING”-Delilah, Randy & Mira

“Hey Cody?” “Yes gorgeous?” “Do you like me?” “I literally proposed to you twice Delilah.”-Delilah & Cody

“Would you love me if I was a worm?” *Randy trying to sleep* “Mira it’s 3 in the fucking morning go to sleep.”-Mira & Randy

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@alyyaanna @jeysbvck @kabloswrld @mini-rhodes @southerngirl41 @femdisa @claymoresofinfamy23

#cody rhodes #oh my fucking goooood #cody rhodes imagine #cody rhodes fic #cody rhodes x you #cody rhodes smut #wwe #wwe imagine #wwe smackdown

[pttucker]

This sort of affectionate behaviour felt uncomfortable to me, like some kind of ill-fitting clothes. Was it okay to be like this? Was it okay to experience moments like this already?

How long had it been since all of my companions were smiling together like this? Maybe, this could be our first time. They were able to smile even though the scenarios hadn't ended yet. They were able to chat away in happiness like that, and share their stories. ⸢And while looking at that spectacle, Kim Dokja suddenly felt lonely for some reason.⸥

"Well, Dokja-ssi, your communication skill has always been a little lacking, so it can't be helped, I guess. You were also like that back when we were working for the company." "…I was?" "You really didn't speak all that much to other people." I became utterly speechless after she mercilessly carpet-bombed me with facts. But then again, after giving it a bit of thought, it made total sense. I grew up without a friend from a young age. I wasn't clued in on how to socialise with other people, and back then, I only thought about how to weasel myself out of the company meal get-together. I figured that, rather than wasting time doing that, I might as well read the 'Ways of Survival' one more time instead.

I wasn't sure what to say to her. It felt as if I'd only sound like an ass just by thanking her or expressing my gratitude. The 'Ways of Survival' never taught me what I should say in moments like this.

Ughhhhh, Dokja not having a single friend and basically teaching himself how to socialize based on how characters interacted in a web novel. With the main character of said web novel being Yoo Joonghyuk so...yeah...

Granted, apparently even Joonghyuk took time to give his companions breaks and hang out with his little sister.

Of course, it's not like Dokja has ever had to pay attention to what anybody else wanted when out and about doing things, nor did he expect anybody else to pay attention to him.

Ughhhhh, the pain. I know it was heavily implied that he had no friends, like ever, on top of being badly bullied and abused and traumatized from killing his own abusive father as a little kid and mentally covering it up to the point that he thought his mother killed him, who then wrote a very popular book claiming she did just that and and and...but I think this is the first time he outright says that he never had any friends?

And it seems to also be heavily implied that the relatives who took Dokja in were perhaps not the greatest considering he apparently didn't learn how to socialize from them either and moved into a hostel at seventeen...

And maybe I'm reading too much into this, but it almost seems to me like Dokja maybe thinks, at least subconsciously, that he has to earn the right to be happy and to have friends to be happy with? Or that he has to get through the bad stuff first before being allowed to finally enjoy life? (And doesn't that say a lot about his own life in the Before?)

He mentions twice that they're happy and smiling before the end of the scenarios, with one of the times literally being him saying, "Was it okay to be like this? Was it okay to experience moments like this already?" And he just feels so alienated and alone at seeing them all do exactly that, meanwhile he's got serious anxiety about all this "affectionate behavior" that can be ripped away at any moment. That he hasn't secured yet.

And maybe that's just it. Maybe he's just worried about having fun when there's still a threat nearby that can swoop down on them at any moment, and that in and of itself says a lot about his mentality and you can see pretty easily how that can tie into aspects of his past.

And that's not even getting into the fact that some part of Dokja probably feels that getting them to the end is kind of what he's there for, it's how he proves his worth and his love for them. He has no "place" at the big found family barbecue.

Ughhhh, someone please just cuddle him. 😭 Who wants to start the Kim Dokja cuddle pile? Kids? Hyunsung?

#orv #orv novel chapter 455 #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv liveblog #orv spoilers #kdj #kdj crew #oh man this arc is already hitting me right in my EMOTIONS

[sapphic-agent]

A thing I would have liked to see explored from MHA is villains that are like a Mr. Freeze type of villain. I know we do technically get that with Gentle Criminal, but I think we should have more than just him. Still one of my faves, though! As a previous example, Mr. Freeze had a hard life growing up. He froze bugs, and because of this, got sent to a boarding school. He had no friends and I would assume got bullied, until he met Nora. Nora and Victor (Mr. Freeze's real name) got along super well, until Nora fell sick. Wanting to help people and his wife, he developed a major breakthrough in cryogenics, until the rich bastard came in and literally ruined his life. He's doing this to cure his wife, because he loves and cherishes her. He searches ENDLESSLY to help his wife. Batman can see the horror and tragedy of the situation. And during Batman The Animated Series, when Bats says "Nora wouldn't have wanted this." he woefully looks at her in her ice tank, with a somber expression. Hell, even during that episode, Victor didn't even break out. Half of the main villains wanted to become heroes and failed at doing so. While the others somewhat had sobs? (I mean, Toga didn't. Her incident happened when she was 14-years-old.) I.e. where the villain has every reason on what they're doing, upset at the ones who wronged them, and they KNOW what they are doing is bad, but what other choice do they have? It's why I LOVED Gentle Criminal so much, because those are my fave type of villain. Ngl, I was STOKED to see Gentle Criminal helping out the heroes because my main man deserve it. I just kind of wished this dynamic was explored more, because there are a lot of villains like that?? And we kind of only get a few like Gentle Criminal, Mr. Smiley, and I think you could even argue Twice, if you really wanted to. It could also help develop Izuku even more to show that not everything is just black and white, and there is gray in there. It kind of bugged me we wither get super mass murders or just literally the worst people ever, and barely any of that gray in between who knows, deep down what they're doing isn't the best, but have no other choice, but to do it. You could argue SOME of the league was like this, but not entirely. Some of them DO have morals but nothing really akin to like... Mr. Freeze, Harvey Dent/Two-Face, etc. ....I think I'm off to make an OC like that now.

Batman villains are top tier. Hori could definitely benefit by making more complex, morally gray characters. Unfortunately, most things are black and white with MHA

#mha critical #bnha critical #anon ask