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End Of Beginning
“that boy hates rain.”
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I've lost count of how many times I've replayed this game 💔 But I thought it's been a while since I've drawn Mychael, so here are the little sketches
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── THE GLASS PRINCESS // MASTERLIST
Series Synopsis: You wake up in a strange room with no memories, broken glass at your bedside, and a prince named Zuko as your only chance at figuring out who you really are.
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Current Word Count: 100.3k
Status: Ongoing
Pairing: Zuko x Reader
Content Warnings: complicated relationships (strangers to friends to lovers to enemies to strangers to lovers to enemies to lovers), amnesia, alternate universe, lots of secrets and lying and mystery
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IM S(CREAMING)
"Good morning, my passionate love."
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Morning Cove gently waking you up.
早晨Cove輕輕地叫醒你的樣子。
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AUDACIOUS — MIYA OSAMU
pairing: miya osamu x fem! reader
content: timeskip! osamu, fluff, comedy
you had already told your sister that it was a bad idea but she begged and pleaded with you, and you’ve always had a huge soft spot for her. when you were little, you’d let her play with your toys, would cover up for her when she broke curfew, and played wingman on more than one occasion. all she has to do is give you her big, round puppy dog eyes and a jutted lip and you’re putty in her hands. Really, if you had a stronger constitution, this could all have been avoided.
because, right now, you’re sitting in your dining room, your husband across the table with his arms crossed. he’s eyes are narrowed and he asks, “so, what do ya have to say for yerself?”
you fiddle with your fingers, refusing to meet his glance. “I had no other choice, ‘samu.”
“bullshit. ya did and ya know it.”
Keep reading
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kofi request 1: dabihawks on a date sharing a milkshake (in their own way <3) for @shiibuh
kofi request 2: todobaku on a date (in their own way pt.2 <3) for @/starfirekatsuki on twitter
put these two in the exact same setting cuz i think that would def happen to them i love this constellationnnnn
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My coworkers: girl, are you okay?
Me after reading chapter 419 leaks that dropped early asf:
#my hero academia#manga#my hero academia manga#my hero academia manga spoilers#mha ch 419#mha chapter 419#izuku midoriya#WHERE THE FUCK ARE HIS ARMS
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eternally suffering bcs they don’t make men like iwaizumi hajime
iwaizumi hajime is a morning person.
yes, even on the weekends.
he likes being active, likes starting his day with a rush of energy. it was a habit nursed from his high school days, and carried into adulthood. he'd never understood the concept of slowing down, or granting oneself the luxury of a lazy day.
so he doesn’t hit snooze when his alarm wakes him at 7am (which is sleeping in, by his definition. on weekdays he’s up at the ass-crack of dawn). he doesn’t pull the covers over his eyes for ‘just five more minutes.’
iwaizumi simply turns off his alarm, gets up, and presses a kiss to your forehead. he murmurs, good morning, baby, pulling the covers back up around your chin before heading into the bathroom to splash his face with some cool water.
by 7:15 he’s changed, stretching in the center of your bedroom and pretending not to notice you peeking at him whenever his shirt rides up. then it’s another forehead kiss, a trip down to the kitchen for a light breakfast and to feed the dog. by 7:45 he’s lacing up his shoes, clipping on the dog’s leash, and they’re heading out the door.
he likes running in the mornings, especially on weekends. the city’s still a little sleepy, the roads and sidewalks a little less congested, giving him and your eager german shepherd plenty of room to move.
he keeps a steady pace, taking the time to enjoy the sparkling layer of morning dew that’s blanketed across the park greenery. this speed is a little laxer than he’s accustomed to, because he’s not checking his watch every few minutes to make sure he won’t be late for work.
runner’s high is a thing, and iwaizumi’s addicted. he likes the feel of his heart is pumping blood through his veins, the crunch of the dirt path beneath his soles steady, constant, comforting amongst the dull hum of the city waking up.
weekend runs are nice, with the natural high, the beautiful scenery, and cool air (if only he could convince you to join him. then it’d be perfect.)
it’s almost nine by the time he’s finished a final cool down lap. both he and the dog are panting lightly, his mind refreshed and body energized, ready to spend the day with you.
though he’s walked from the park to home enough times to be aware of every shortcut, iwaizumi takes the long way on sundays. and he doesn't jog back, he walks.
iwaizumi hajime, walking during his morning run.
he’s greeted with a cheery ‘good morning!’ as he steps into your favourite cafe. the sunday morning shift knows he and his order by heart now, and sure enough, there’s a couple of muffins and a pair of croissants boxed and up before he can even order.
he’s a little eager to get home to you now, pace quickening to a jog as he weaves through other early morning commuters.
judging from the aroma of coffee brewing, and the crackle of something on the stove, you’re awake when he steps inside the house. iwaizumi unclips the dog from his leash before slipping his shoes off and hanging his windbreaker.
and he'd have preferred to be the first to properly greet you, but he's been beat by the dog, who's already happily accepting an affectionate kiss to his head and scratch behind the ears.
he huffs a little (it's not petulant, don't get it twisted, babe), but can't help but smile when he opens the fridge and sees the protein shake you'd already made for him.
you're quick to turn your attention to him anyway, grinning big and bright as you take the box of pastries from his hands, placing it on the counter before standing on your toes to kiss him. hands now free, he takes the opportunity to settle them on your hips, smiling as he steals a few more.
"you need to take a shower," you hum between kisses, though your hands are gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer. "too sweaty."
"join me?" he suggests, hands drifting down from your hips to grab handfuls of your ass.
"nice try, you had your fun last night." you tell him, iwaizumi laughing when you swat his hands away, rolling your eyes as you return to the scrambled eggs on the stove.
that doesn't stop him from wrapping his arms around you anyway, nosing at the column of your neck as you add a pinch of salt to the eggs.
"hajime," you whine as he takes the spatula from your hands, stealing a bite of eggs and humming with approval before dropping his sweaty forehead onto your shoulder, sighing dramatically. "if you shower now, maybe after breakfast we can--"
he doesn't even let you finish, pressing a kiss to your neck before heading towards the bathroom.
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iwaizumi is finished hardly ten minutes later, out just in time to help you bring both plates of food out onto the sun-soaked patio.
it's funny, he thinks, as he watches you sip your coffee, basking in the warm morning sun. if he were on his own, he'd be standing at the counter scarfing down some more toast and chugging a smoothie whose consistency he can never seem to get right.
but sundays with you are sweet, soft, and syrupy, and he's sitting out on the patio watching your dog chase butterflies as he eats a butter croissant and sips at the perfectly blended smoothie you'd made for him.
you're his sole focus and he's yours. he listens as you talk about the book you're reading, about what's on your schedule next week. you laugh as he tells you some stupid story oikawa had called him about last night, and talks about what his plans are for team japan's conditioning session on tuesday.
it's always with a peek at your face and a fond smile that he realizes that sunday mornings with you are meant to be slow, and honestly?
he prefers it that way.
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BONUS
when you'd said 'maybe after breakfast we could--' iwaizumi realizes he should've let you finish.
because now he's on his knees, and not in a sexy way. he's got rubber gloves on, armed with a sponge and scrubbing at the bottom of the bathtub.
maybe he wouldn't mind if you were the one bent over, but you're wiping at the mirror, going over the checklist of chores the two of you are going to tackle before noon.
iwaizumi just grunts his, 'yes, babe,' and doesn't complain. sundays with you? yeah, they're also cleaning days.
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happy tdov my loves. don't let anyone else define your transness for you.
help trans women evacuate gaza
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