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Sleeping Hazard!

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"You're up against me."

my favorite teacher man ever, if anything happens to him im committing several large scale acts of crime brûlée

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Shinsou: I wish I was a cat, but not in a furry kinda way, more like a “I can sleep all day and hit people with no consequences” kinda way.

Aizawa: I just do that anyway

Shinsou: Don't you like... have work?

Aizawa: That has never stopped me

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Aizawa: What’s the most inspiring thing I’ve ever said to you?

Midoriya: ‘Don’t be an idiot’ changed my life.

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The league of villains want to tell you something

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These "official" Shigaraki cosplay brings me so much joy

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Clone Trooper Hardcase + Textposts

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I don’t know why, but it’s very important to me that I point out how Hunter is the human incarnation of this horse:

#why does this make sense omg #unironically love this #it’s the eyebrows #spirit horse of the cimmaron #spirit #spirit the horse #tbb hunter #clone trooper hunter

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also wear lingerie. next question

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"lol why are you following the boobs and ass artist" why do you think I'm following the boobs and ass artist. do you think I go to the grocery store ironically too

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Sudden wave of an immense love for humanity has hit me once again…

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some of you may've heard about that fancy "bionic reading" typefont thats supposed to be easier for neurodivergent people to read (if you're unfamiliar, it bolds the first few letters of each word to make it easier to follow)

well guess what, its locked behind a $500 a month API to write in because fuck you!

introducing, Not Bionic Reading! it is literally just the bionic reading typefont but for free. god bless neocities

anyone who can, pls reblog!

#accessibility #paywall bypass #bionic reading #not bionic reading #font

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bobadin incorrect quotes [1/?]

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*drops this and runs*👀

You and Crosshair having to pretend to be an item while secretly wanting to be an item has me by the throat jjsjsjshs.

A squeak involuntarily pulls from you as Crosshair suddenly reels you to his side, and you’ve not any time to register the deliberation - and dare say, possessiveness - behind his movements before you’re blinded by his audacity, the way your tone of surprise turns into a snarl and you’re fighting against him. “What’s with you?” you hiss.

His voice is eerily calm. “There are a few patrons with their eyes on you. I’m just trying to make it convincing that we’re actually here together.”

“Oh.” You work quickly to settle into his side, shame heating your cheeks in the wake of your undue haste.

Crosshair stares down a perceived threat as he sets his drink down purposefully, having nearly cleared the bottom while yours is barely touched, a lost cause with your nerves utterly shot. You’re on high alert and raptly watching his every movement. Crosshair suddenly reaches around you, and pulls you across his lap so that you’re straddling him.

You’re way too close for comfort, cleavage nestled against the crisp and folds of his suit, bodies inlayed a little too perfectly for your liking as you begin a dangerous game. You’re mesmerized by the immediate transfer of power between you. The fit of your dress entirely in his control. The way his mind is ten steps ahead while you’re left dizzy. You brace your hands on his chest to establish a modicum of space you’re not entirely sure you want. You swear you can barely breathe. “Maker, seriously?” is all you can say, albeit breathlessly.

His lips are hot on your neck. “Just trying to relay that you’re taken for the night.”

You let that sink in, along with a confounding level of arousal brewing. “I think they get it,” you whisper breathlessly, involuntarily canting your neck to give Crosshair better access, fingers sidling into his hairline as you’re swept away by the undertow of his charisma, and before you know it he’s laying more of that hidden charm on you. Crosshair chuckles sordidly against your skin. His nose brushes the curve of your jaw and nestles in the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet of your perfume. His hands tighten around your waist, feeling you out with purpose.

“You love this,” he accuses as he ravages your skin.

You graze your nails along his scalp and the pleasing hum against your neck in response is electric. You grin, all teeth and sunken seductively into your painted lower lip. You can play with that.

“That makes two of us, hotshot.”

#crosshair x reader #clone trooper crosshair x reader

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