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ittybittyluci · 25 days
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Thank you so much for answering my ask!! I adore your takes <3 If I ever think of anything else to ask ill be sure to drop them in your inbox. 💗
Hehehe! Thank you, of course! It was a pleasure! You are welcome back anytime ;)
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cheekylittlepupp · 4 months
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He justs wants a little bit of blood..
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mumblesplash · 5 months
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guys please we can NOT restart ace discourse rn there’s still sex scene discourse residue everywhere it’s gonna make mustard gas
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canisalbus · 3 months
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i love your ocs peanutbutter and marshmallow fluff
Halva and lokum.
Pasteli and mochi.
Churro and cotton candy.
Werther's and Mentos.
Lehmätoffee ja kettukarkki.
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“hold on to your heart” // do me a favour live at forest hills stadium new york 08/09/23 ♡
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nyacromancey · 7 days
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this scene in the show pls
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halthehuman · 2 years
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pocketscribbs · 7 months
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Apple pie🍎🥧
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redhotarsenic · 8 months
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THE STORM IS ABOUT TO RAGE!!
(for the lovely @nowfallc)
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talldecafcappuccino · 3 months
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Rebecca has regrets.
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fromxxthexxashes · 2 months
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Okay, okay, last one, I promise (I think) -
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Eddie is contemplating a career issue, likely concerning joining Air Support. He’s conflicted, which probably isn’t helped by his conflict with Buck. Eddie goes to Bobby for advice (cue “I can’t tell you how to feel about this job”) then Eddie goes to the gym to work out his frustrations. Buck meets him there. He’s in his civies so I’m guessing it’s near the end of a shift, or Buck and him are on different shifts. They have a conversation, but don’t really get to the core (hah, see what I did there) of the issue.
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Then come these fuckers.
I’m guessing it’s near the end of the episode. Eddie comes over to the loft. Only one chair is pulled out, and only one beer bottle is out, so I’m guessing Buck is drinking alone when Eddie comes by. Eddie tells Buck he’s not going anywhere (not leaving the 118). Then Eddie reassures Buck that there is no one in this world that could ever take his place in Eddie’s life. They are partners, best friends (and Eddie loves him to his core). Cue the first Buddie hug since season. fucking. three.
(*cough* Then cue Buck feelings realization *cough*)
Roll credits.
(Part 3/3)
If you saw any spelling/grammatical errors in this - no you didn’t.
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crybaby-bkg · 10 months
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cw: pregnancy, kids (you guys have a daughter together), fwb’s, angst with a bit of a hopeful ending, refers to you as ‘girl’ once
Friends with benefits Bakugou who never really got over his ego to fully commit to you. You’re a little ashamed to admit it, but when you fell pregnant, you thought that things would change. That the whole “no feelings” aspect would’ve been dropped, that he would’ve embraced you fully.
But he just…didn’t? If anything, he distanced himself away from you, became so formal like you were another coworker he would address. It was heartbreaking, going through your first pregnancy feeling so, so alone, but having to grin and bear it the whole way through.
He supported you though in every way that he could. He never missed an appointment, would trek to your house during late nights whenever you craved something. He even moved you in to his own apartment during your last trimester, but a couple months after your baby was born, you went back home. You never felt unwelcome, but you couldn’t pretend to be a happy family when he slept in the guest room every night.
So now, you coparent quite easily. At least, it seems easy to Bakugou, but really, it’s all a facade.
In all honesty? He thinks he’s a fuck up. An idiot. The stupidest, shittiest person who’s ever existed.
He thought what he was doing was enough, that the words he didn’t say carried across oceans, formulated into titles that he never verbalized. So when you told him you would be happy to coparent, his world felt upended suddenly, as he holds his tiny little baby girl in his arms.
Coparent? How could a couple coparent? Where did he go wrong? (He only slept in the guest room to give you and baby space, only moved you in late because you lived so far away and you were getting so big. He never said I love you because he was too embarrassed to say it out loud. He didn’t know he had to say it out loud to solidify it. He thought you just knew.)
So it’s why his heart breaks when he catches a glimpse of curly blond hair and red eyes in the grocery store. He tries to duck behind an aisle, but his baby would recognize him anywhere. (It’s true; you’ve sent many videos of her recognizing him on billboards and tv commercials and magazines.)
“Bakugou?” You call, ducking around the corner to catch a glimpse of him. He tries to act nonchalant like he’s looking at cans of soup, tries not to cringe at your formal name. He turns when you come into view, eyes drinking in your attire. His heart breaks a little when he recognizes the shirt you took in your second trimester, still has the pic you sent him of you grinning as you show off what you stole.
“Hey.” Bakugou greets gruffly, mouth pulled tight, but it cracks into a grin when his daughter starts squealing. She’s in the front part of the shopping cart, twisting her little chunky body to get out and get to him. She damn near screams when he sets his basket down to pick her up, rubbing his nose to hers.
“How ya doing, squirt?” He asks quietly, pecking at her chubby cheeks as she instantly starts babbling to him. He holds her close to his chest, eyes full of pure love for his baby girl, and it makes your heart squeeze so tight you think it might burst.
“This isn’t your neck of the woods.” You mutter, head tilting to the side as you take in your daughters excited face to see her father. Bakugou’s eyes snap to your own, letting his daughter play with his fingers in the meanwhile. He looks embarrassed, cheeks a dusty pink as he grumbles and looks away.
“I was just picking up some stuff to drop off for her. Was gonna text you and see if you were home,” he replies, and something tells you that it’s a lie. But you don’t pester him about it, just nod a few times, taking in the sight.
He looks so good like that, in his compression shirt and sweats, his hair mussed from your daughters incessant pulling. He’s grinning at her, but looks so bashful when he turns to you, like he’s thinking about things he knows he shouldn’t, like he has a boatload to say but can’t cough up.
And if you were a mind reader, you’d be so fucking right. He can’t help but reminisce on before you got pregnant, the nights spent with you. The day you told him you were having a girl, the tears you cried when you delivered her. He thinks, filled with so much guilt the entire time, that he wants another one. With you.
“‘S it okay if I walk my favorite girls home?” He asks you gruffly, nibbling on your daughters cheeks to hear her giggle again, uncaring of the drool she leaves on his hand. You feel your eyes widen at his term for you, face suddenly flushing. Favorite? You, his favorite?
Something tells you that you shouldn’t fall down the rabbit hole that is Bakugou Katsuki and his suppressed emotions and shitty ego. But there’s another something that tells you to trust it this time, to let things happen organically and without expectation. So you do.
“I’m sure she would love to show her daddy the new toy her grandma just brought her.” You tell him, giggling when he rolls his eyes at the mention of his mother. But he walks with you the entire time you finish up your grocery order, holding your daughter the whole time and pays for your groceries despite repeatedly telling him that he doesn’t have to.
He pushes her in the stroller stored underneath the shopping cart on the way home, making small conversation. And when you’re halfway home, does he reach for your hand. Only to cross the cross walk though, he tells himself, only for your protection. But he doesn’t let go until you’re in your own place, and even then, he’s close by the entire time. He helps you put away groceries, remembers where everything is like he lives here.
And for some reason, the familiarity makes your heart ache a little more than you would like it to.
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antontual · 2 months
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SEUNGHAN / GET A GUITAR 230908
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jeyneofpoole · 4 months
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dan simmons did ONE thing with theterrorbook that was better than the show and it was having the men model carnivale after the masque of the red death because they thought it sounded cool. licherally this
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hawnks · 4 months
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I really think Utahime is one of Gojos favorite people. The glee he exhibits whenever they interact is hard to overlook, even when he’s bullying her. And I think it has to do with the fact that she does err on the side of tradition (obviously) BUT she is also willing to listen to reason, and she cares very deeply about her students. She’s like Gojo’s hope for the future, about what they can become, that they can be ruled by logic rather than “this is the way it’s always been”.
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anincompletelist · 4 months
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