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sailfish-serum · 1 year

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He's protectin his wittle head 🦑🐙

#tension #i dunno i needed to draw OSMETHING #even if it looks like garbáge #art #fanart #cod #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty #mw2 #cod mw2 #ghoap #ghostsoap #soapghost #gay #comic

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its-time-to-write · 2 months

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look being a therapist is super fun and fulfilling and all, but i stg if one more person does not do what they’re supposed to do i’m going to be so mad. and when i say mad i mean im going to sigh really deeply and remind u that you’re not living up to your full potential. and that you can do hard things.

pls. i beg of u. im not even asking for a lot, i just think maybe you should brush your teeth from time to time. or like, tell your husband you love him bc he’s putting up with your ✨garbáge✨

but what do i know, nothing apparently

#personal #writing prompt #pre work posts

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literaticat · 1 year

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My critique partner's debut went live on the ARC sites recently and it's getting absolutely slammed by reviewers. Do you have any advice for how to be a good writer friend when this happens?

Sometimes if a book I love gets a lousy review, I look up MY FAVORITE all time books. Classics, like Where the Wild Things Are or something. Books that WE KNOW are great. I read those one-star reviews. And I realize - you can't please everyone, and lots of people are just plain wrong AND stupid. And the more people you reach, the more likely it is that stupid wrong people will get into your orbit. And Maurice Sendak did not give two f**ks if Norman Q from Oklahoma City thought the Wild Things were satanic. He would have laughed, I'm certain. The more of these you read, the funnier they get, and that helps me put this nonsense into perspective.

Anyway. On to your question. So you, as a friend, can, of course, write a NICE review to counter-act the negative ones, and enlist other people who have read and liked the book to do so. After all -- if YOU like the book, and other people liked the book enough to want to acquire and publish it, presumably it's NOT hot garbáge, so surely there are people who will want to say nice things!

And if any reviews truly are just dog piling / bashing the author / bullying or something like that, report them if there is a way to do so. Like I've had situations a couple times where an extreme right-wing pastor or somebody talked about one of my books, and sent all their minions to flood us with bad reviews, and we were able to report and get the most egregious ones where they clearly hadn't even LOOKED at the book taken down.

Meanwhile, if your friend wants to vent, let them do that -- but also gently let them know it's a limited time event. You can and should be compassionate, but you can't really be expected to hear endless complaints about this for the next however-long, that's not fair to you, and certainly unhealthy for them. I'd propose something like, "How about we have a friends weekend where stay OFF the internet, eat ice cream and drink margaritas, go to a scream room or whatever, ceremonially block all review sites together, then go to a spa and emerge refreshed, relaxed, and ready for a fresh start."

It's like a breakup or something, IMO - yes absolutely they should punch that pillow, get those feelings out, do some self-care -- but then they just have to pull their pants up and move forward, they can't wallow around indefinitely.

The thing is, reviews aren't FOR authors. If you are a thin-skinned person, as many authors are, you should not be looking at them AT ALL, actually (and it shouldn't need to be said, but you FOR SURE should NEVER respond to them!!!) - If I were an author, I would block those sites like they are X-Rated and I'm both a sheltered child AND a helicopter parent.

I know authors who get stressed and upset or obsessed when there is ONE slightly negative line in an otherwise glowing review -- they don't see the glowing part at all, they can only see the negative shining like a beacon -- so of course, actually-lousy reviews really suck to get.

However. There's an upside . . . which is hard to believe if you are in a bad head-space, but is actually true . . .

If you are getting reviews... positive or negative... that means you are getting READ, and people are invested enough to actually say something. Most books actually DON'T get read, or nobody cares enough to review them. So if your book is getting read AND provoking an emotional response from people, enough so that they are moved to actually write a review, that's actually better than nobody even looking at it at all. Because one person's 'ick' is another person's favorite thing. And your book is much more likely to find THOSE people if it is actually out there, circulating and being talked about. Reaching those readers is what it's all about.

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1eos · 1 year

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feel free to ignore this but miss kendra, have u seen the list of 200 greatest singers by rolling stones? they literally put j*ngk**k in the list along with the likes of chaka khan, prince, aaliyah, mary j blige, beyoncé, dolly parton, mariah carey, whitney houston and other actual musical legends 😩😩 he even placed two ranks higher than brandy herself! his evil ass company definitely paid good money to put him in that list i swear—

i did..... LMAO. when i saw the list dropped i didn't even bother to look thru it bc i knew it would make me mad and i knew somehow that boy would be on there even tho he shouldn't even be on a list of the top 2000 singers 😭😭😭 he couldn't even make it in the list of 200 singers from south korea only. like?????? you're on the short list with the legend ARETHA FRANKLIN????? BE FR!!!!! the bts bullshit aside that rolling stone list was literally garbáge. celine dion wasn't on there AT ALL. brandy didn't even crack the top 200. sza was fucking on there. adele was above CHAKA KHAN. thank god they put aretha and whitney as the top two or heads would've rolled. granted rolling stone has been a joke for years but to have a fucking bts boy a few spots away from BRANDY NORWOOD on a vocalist list actually made me lose my mind

#like im all for more non white artists to be taken seriously but THEM?!??(;;#that spot should've gone to Tiffany

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dragonjesterwrites · 2 years

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*Peepaw Willy voice* I'm back

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Okay, so- I'm putting SYWSAR on a temporary hiatus. I am for sure going to finish it, but I'm going to stop worrying about getting the chapters uploaded and instead about the ✨quality✨ of the chapters. I forced myself to write 16 and 17 while in a depressive slump and even after recovering, I still don't like those chapters (turns out mental illness doesn't give me incredible writing powers, it just gave me the Big Sad lol.) I'm going to remove them from the main fic, but instead of deleting them outright, I'll be putting them in a separate work full of deleted scenes and other extra tidbits that y'all might enjoy :)

I should have the whole fic finished by Halloween at the very latest. And honestly I might end up rewriting the whole thing one day, not because I don't like it, but because in writing it I've learned a lot! And I hope to learn more by writing more, which brings me to my next point- while SYSWAR is on the back burner, I'll be opening up the blog again! (I am so so sorry to everyone that been waiting 😅)

I'm going to keep the limit at 5 for now so I don't get burnt out again, but if I figure out the remaining plot of SYWSAR quick-ish and my creativity fully returns, I'll bump it up to 8 or 10.

Also also- I finally figured out how to use my tablet properly so that my digital art doesn't look like garbáge, so I might have some SYSWAR related doodles for y'all! :D

And, uh, I think that's it! Thanks for waiting y'all <3

#blog update

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mintmatcha · 2 years

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tis i, reigen fucker anon, back on my bullshit with some haute garbáge i threw down in about an hr bc im rusty and weary today uvu this is basically a drabble im so sorry lmao

cw for slight breeding kink and baby trapping. smut if you squint we in our feels 2nite yall.

Of course the neighbors complain, they always have something to say when you come around. Too loud, obscene and inappropriate for their outdated taste.

and maybe at one point he wouldve thought the same, that you were Too Much for him, for anyone with that gruff attitude of yours. recently he’s let go of that mentality once he gets to know you during after hours, the hours you two share last cigarettes and sips of canned highballs, and late twenty somethings anxieties.

you pull him into you, not just by the necktie like usual, but he has felt that same sharp and choking yank at his throat when he sees you soften up your edges for him. for him. he finds it fills that void in his chest, and he thinks only you were meant to be there because you fit so seamlessly in the dips in between his ribs.

and you think he fits so well between your thighs. his head or his boney hips. which ever of the two it is that evening, its snug and almost unbearably hot between your bodies. its all you need, you try to convince yourself of this time and time again. just some fun, keep it friendly but lock up right after.

Though sometimes you cant help it. the softening up, the tug at your sentiments once thought to be kept under key have slithered their way outwards, reaching for a spare ray of sunlight. when his hands touch the scars so tenderly (is it too early to call it adoring?) you have to whip your head away and hope he missed the whimper of gratitude, hope the nails in his biceps distracted him from the dampness at your eyelashes.

you think, since when did the fucking become more than that? perhaps when you felt his grabbing hands begin to caress instead, and the rushed kisses with alcohol breath became patient embraces laced with smoke and cheap peppermint gum. when your nails no longer left long smarting trails along his skin, but soft teases that left his hair delightfully on end.

when you sit in his office with his rag tag staff of espers and spirits alike you cant help but feel a tad out of place. you do end up taking a liking to the atmosphere though, familial and welcoming even to a stray such as yourself. soon enough the view from afar of reigen interacting with the boys you could almost call his sons or little brothers has you longing for something similar. a picture of a tyke with blond hair and your mean glare comes to mind so suddenly it almost gives you a head rush. the possibility comforting and frightful, crossing that threshold deliciously tempting to your solitude.

so you lock your legs around his waist tonight, feel his panic at the entrapment. he looks at you with an unspoken question, his mouth panting and vocals untrusting to pronounce what is clearly written on his face. you hold his face between calloused hands gently and very much unlike the first time you met him. it means everything to him, to you.

the near silent and desperate agreement might be a mistake, but it soothes the wounds, a fresh balm over old scars. the spaces between you two are hot and greedy, but now they might be sated.

his that have already been filled by you rejoicing, and yours finally embracing the glow of sunrise.

🌦anon

I love that you want to be bres by our resident ghost hunter

I bet he would hold you so long after. silent. caring. happy.

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scooplery · 2 years

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i have not been able to do even one single productive thing today. i did one small painting and it looks like utter garbáge. i wasted all six hours of daylight i got today

#im pissed #my adderall did NOTHING.#i woke up sleepy af today #i wish i had just picked up a work shift or something #😑

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kisskissbanggang · 4 years

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lol hello this is "hyper-fixation theme design" - I totally do make to-do lists ALL the time, but yes it's a struggle!!! anyways I've never posted any of my work to tumblr (rip their tagging system) so I'm lookin for some advice - do you think it's necessary to include header images or gifs that everyone seems to do? do people just do it for text cuts or to grab attention or clarify which idol its about or 'aesthetic' or what? I have never understood

The tagging system here is

Garbáge✨

I promise, tumblr was always a dumpster fire but never quite like this, so I rely on reblogs from friends and networks like @/kwritersworld @/czennienet @/skzsmutnetwork @/kprose-net and @/neowritingsnet for traction.

As for headers, I and a lot of writers do it as aesthetic choices and to set a mood! I used to do gifs but I prefer making my own headers now and they fall into three categories: member or where the smut happens or ambient lmao

Even then, I end up with a ton of choices of what I feel like represents the story more. Here’s some unused headers vs the final versions.

I feel like I’m usually trying to set a mood or a feeling for a piece with the headers and sometimes scene breaks. There’s nothing wrong with a simple line break, but sometimes a little flourish feels so personal and baked in to the writing.

Like Asking for It had specific scene breaks that matched:

🍻❤️🍻❤️🍻❤️🍻❤️🍻

And changed:

☕️❤️☕️❤️☕️❤️☕️❤️☕️

Or Prowl has a very specific and ambient set of scene break lines:

🌑🌘🌗🌖🌕🌔🌓🌒🌑

However, none of this is necessary.

Just because it works for me does not mean it may work for you! I use headers and emoji scene break lines because I feel like it grabs the reader’s attention and it’s something I look forward to adding! It’s come to be expected in the community but I’ll just as easily read content with no graphics of any kind. Do what feels right! 💗

#mail #anon #behind the scenes

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princessnijireiki · 4 years

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shout out to instagram for making my skin look clear even when I feel like garbáge ✌🏽

#photos of me

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ohadclina · 4 years

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guess who is back with another annoying muse ?! i’m laina for those of you that don’t know me ( klyde’s mun ) and i’m here to bring my garbáge daughter. send me a quick message if you want to plot or just talk about the good ol’ vine days and reminisce. i’m down for it all. now hit that read more if you want to find out about my goirl and check out my plots.

dua lipa, cisfemale, she/her. → look out, there’s ADELINA AHMETI. you know, the TWENTY-ONE year old SISTER of KAPPA PHI NU. you know, i overheard someone say that they were PRYING, MENDACIOUS, SEDULOUS, and VEHEMENT. but that’s just rumours. RED WINE STAINING A WHITE COUCH, INCORRECT LITERATURE REFERENCES, and WHISKEY WITH A SPLASH OF TEA come to mind when i think of them. what about you? [ laina the clown school grad ]

❛ / ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓼𝓶𝓸𝓴𝓮 and 𝒻𝒶𝓀𝑒 ʟɪɢʜᴛꜱ

plastic has nothing on adelina. the fakeness she exudes is far too strong to be missed.

when she was younger, she wasn’t that bad. her life was filled with pleasant childhood lullabies helping her drift off to sleep at night. the sounds of her father’s laughter constantly filling the kitchen and her mother’s warmth tucked her in every single night. from the minute she was born, she had been adored. her smile was enough to fill a whole room with light. that smile is the only thing her parents found themselves looking for.

the streets of london, england had been her stomping grounds. from her birth until the age of fifteen, those two feet of hers had always been found stomping throughout town with such confidence, the world couldn’t dare knock her down. she was the daughter of a surgeon and a lawyer -- needless to say, she had money. the girl had the kind of wealth that was far too unnecessary for a girl with a mouth like hers. those lips were constantly judging and spilling secrets they had no right to spill. she was a gossip -- ran her mouth faster than her legs could ever move. it was riddled in her dna to be that way. she was a younger version of her mother after all.

being wealthy, she was able to grow up well. anything she needed at her fingertips. her parents were constantly showing adoration to her. if she asked, they would’ve given her the world. and she constantly asked for the world. it was a habit of hers to demand the whole universe from others but barely give a planet of herself. her attitude was horrendous most of the time.

when the brown eyed girl hit the age of fifteen, her family moved. they took all that they knew and left. a moody adelina was in tow as they moved to manhattan, new york. however, the moodiness of losing her friends and everything she knew, dulled. once those eyes latched onto the bright lights and the allure of the city, she was h o o k e d.

it didn’t take long for her to find her place in the social works of her newfound home. even at fifteen she was bossy, demanding, gossipy, and far too nosy. she was m e a n. however, that’s how she gained her status. she didn’t know any other way how to. and she thrived on becoming part of the wealthy social circle.

however, all good things must come to an end. and for adelina it happened when she was seventeen years old. in the span of one year, her mother had been charged by two different families of malpractice. the ahmati family became the talk of their inner social circle. it took months of courthouses and debates before elena ahmati was declared guilty of two cases of medical malpractice. her license was completely revoked. all of those around them had known the minute adelina did. their name had been slandered and the friction between her parents grew. the following year, her parents divorced. her dad left them in a house they couldn’t afford to move in with his mistress. the town’s gossip was being gossiped about in a reversal of fate.

the teen was outcasted. “the friends” she had immediately became ghosts, becoming nonexistent in her life. while her family had been falling apart and their funds depleting, there was no one but her to attempt to pick up the pieces. she kept those lips shut and began working multiple jobs to support her and her mother. the two moved into a modest house where exhaustion riddled their bones.

when the time came for adelina to go away to college, she went far. she left her mother ( which was the hardest thing she had to do ) and left. a friend of hers recommended the school in arizona and she immediately went alongside with her. new york had been claustrophobic and everywhere she went, she was reminded of her former life. it was time for her to reside elsewhere.

the moment she stepped on campus, she decided to change her narrative. back was the girl who was endlessly running her mouth and creating problems at every door step. those lips had yet to cease the day she arrived. the old adelina was back and stronger than ever

❛ / ꜰᴜɴ ꜰᴀᴄᴛꜱ 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 ʟᴇꜱꜱ 𝒻𝓊𝓃

from head to toe, adelina still dresses in designer clothes. she’s a year late on all the latest fashions but still manages to pull it off as if it’s intentional. a friend of hers gives her their hand-me-downs because they know of her circumstance. honestly, they feel bad for the girl. to them she’s probably just a charity case. ( plot alert ! )

a fake. she’s completely going to continue faking her wealth. her wealth isn’t as astronomical as it once was yet she pretends it is. ever since her family lost theirs, people disappeared from her life in the blink of an eye. so, she decided when she got to college that would change. she’d go back to being the person she was and allure those around her with money. many few know the truth behind this.

a gossip. would recommend not telling her anything of importance because she rattles it off to anyone or everyone under a guise of care. she pretends to care to get information. then, she’ll take it, spin it, and share it. well, that depends on who you are. if you mean enough, she might just keep your secrets close to her chest.

a liar. honesty isn’t her strong suit. i mean are we surprised when she’s lying about her whole life ? i’m not.

❛ / 𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 ɪꜱ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ'ꜱ 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

best friends. give me some people she can trust. maybe they know about the fact that she’s a fraud. maybe she never got around to telling them ? either way, they know her very well and accept her gossip girl tendencies. they often remind her to take it easy and for them ... she just might try.

hook-ups. self-explanatory af amirite ?

tea spilled too hot. maybe someone she said something really bad about around campus. maybe they were friends ? maybe they weren’t ? maybe they dislike each other so much that they constantly tell lies about each other to everyone ?

exes. this could go so many ways.

charity case. someone who feels bad for her fall and constantly gives her their hand-me-downs and items they don’t want in general. they’re sort of kind of friends.

will add more to this later when i’m not brain ded.

#clovers.intro #sjkdfhdk this is garbage #but not as long as i thought #so half win

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vir-adahlen · 6 years

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ok my early morning post premiere hot take (spoilers keep scrolling)

- liiiike ok. not nightmare ending but not what i would call g00d

- they fucked around w/ rose’s and poe’s character in ways that were like nonsensical and heavy handed and Bad Writing

- the subplots were definitely shaky and the new characters (besides rose) felt rushed and almost totally unnecessary

- the tension/conflict between laura dern’s char and poe’s was completely pointless. like 100%. it made poe look like a misogynistic idiot (which he isnt, he respects and platonically loves women), but also laura dern wasn’t developed enough for any of us to care about her? like i wanted poe to win the mutiny? why didnt she just tell him the plan earlier? it didnt make any sense

- the comedic timing was fuuuucked like really bad, they added humor in places that should have been either deeply emotional or at least dramatic which wildly threw off the mood

- LUKE and REY did NOT have enough forgiveness + loving interaction, they barely had any interaction that wasn’t like straight up cold. they both came to their Final Realization seperately, apart from each other, and then didnt even communicate afterwards which felt so WRONG esp bc this movie was advertised w/ rey and luke’s relationship being the heart of it

- that was like maybe the worst yoda yet, also bad scene what did it even accomplish

- there were like 3 shots of alien titties men are literally not allowed to direct anymore

- the milking scene

- but overallllll like the main plot was i think 60% good

- the last fight scene was one of the most visually stunning things I’ve ever seen in a movie

- the rey/kylo dynamic actually went down better than i thought it was. i mean, the whole underlying thing of like Sympathizing With Nazis was garbáge, but if it had to go down that route than at least the fact that it ended with him not being redeemd, and that rey was confused + misguided + being manipulated throughout it all was........ decent? but also the whole thing was done to drive a wedge between luke and rey which wasnt needed to that extent. why would rey sypathize w/ kylo over luke???? he put her best friend in a coma and killed her father figure LIKE i get that she could try to bring him back from the light, fine, but it didnt make sense to write that choice as the one that polarized her and luke. altenatively and preferably they could have gone down a whole different path but i will take my scraps, at least kylo isnt redeemed

- like i think its totally valid to have seen luke depressed and jaded and traumatized in the beginning, but he definitely should have warmed up and helped (and learned from!) rey. he was so so so far ooc

- “are you here to save me?” “no” fucked it all the way up my gay father that scene was bomb

- i wasnt moved to tears as much as i should have been which i think was bc ryan jacobson keep putting dumbass jokes all over the place and fucking around with characters, but i was def deeply touched by some leia/luke scenes (not enough not enough)

- ngl i do think the leia flying through space was moving, but a bit cheesey :/ i wont critique it too much bc like the purpose and sentiment of it I am 300% down with, it just felt like there could have been a more poignant way to do it

- conclusion: not nightmare ending, but like it def needs 2 do better (aka just needed to have a lesbian director and writer)

#text //#tlj spoilers

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bokunoheroimagines · 7 years

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Ah sorry for bothering you but it was a izuku/katsuki//todoroki/reader having a lazy day where they just like snuggle and do all those fluffy stuff? Thank you! - poly req anon

((hi yes hello I’ve finally done your request after literal months and it’s… garbáge but here I’m so sorry it took so long))

“Seriously, again, two-face? Where’d you fucking learn how to play Mario Kart?!” Bakugou and Todoroki were stationed on the floor, Bakugou clenching his controller like a vice. The screen displayed the results: Bakugou in second place for the fourth time in a row, Todoroki a comfortable half-lap ahead of him. “Rematch!”

Todoroki stretched and set the controller down. “No thanks. I’m gonna go sleep.” Bakugou glared as the cuddle pile on your bed went from two to three. On the bed, however, Izuku lazily rolled over to make more room for the new arrival.

You propped your head up on your hands and looked at Bakugou sleepily. “You can practice against the bots if you want. Get better against things designed to beat you.” You felt an arm slide across your back as Todoroki got situated, face buried in a pillow. “Or you could come over here and relax. There’s room for one more over here.”

You heard him grumble under his breath about “no the fuck there’s not,” but the bed shifted under the weight of a new person and Izuku made a noise like the air was being squished out of him. You cracked open an eye and saw that, in order to be immediately next to you, Bakugou had maneuvered himself between you and Izuku, smothering Izuku against the wall as a result.

“Was that really necessary?”

“There’s enough room over here, isn’t there?”

“Midoriya, are you okay over there?” Todoroki glanced over your and Bakugou’s bodies at the poor freckled pancake of a boy.

“I’m fine. This isn’t a new concept, after all…” He says that, but he still sounds totally winded.

“Shut up, Deku!”

“Boys, boys, no fighting. There’s enough of me to go around” you teased, flicking Bakugou on the forehead. “Izuku, do you think it would be a good idea to move to the other side? That might be more comfortable.”

“Yeah, probably. Excuse me Kacchan, [Name].” Izuku started to get up, prepared to feel oxygen rush into his lungs once again, when the mattress shifted again and he lost his balance. “Nonononono– Ugh.”

“Izuku! Are you okay?” You sat up, staring at the pile of blankets on the floor that was your boyfriend.

“I’m fine, it’s not a far fall at all.”

“Maybe you should stay down there, shithead.”

You flicked Bakugou again. “Don’t be rude. If he’s staying down there, I’m going down there too.”

You felt Todoroki raise a hand beside you. “Me, too. There’s more room on the floor anyway.”

“It’s not too bad down here, actually. I support being on the floor.” You heard Izuku, muffled by both the blankets and the carpet.

“That settles it then. I’m moving to the floor.” You and Todoroki both got up and transferred next to Izuku, taking all of the pillows and – much to Bakugou’s dismay – the thick blankets. He sat up, staring at the three of you with an almost-neutral expression, before grabbing his own pillow, throwing it at Izuku’s face, and laying down next to you with a huff. “Aw, did little Bakugou not wanna be by himself?” You poked his cheek, and if it had been anyone else they’d have sealed their fate.

“If all of you fuckers wanna be on the floor so bad I’ve gotta see what’s so good about the damn floor!”

“It’s two in the morning, stop yelling.” Todoroki hummed next to you, already nodding off again. You’d always wondered how he managed to fall asleep so easily, even when it’s super loud next to him.

“Don’t tell me what to do, two-face!”

“No but really, Bakugou. Let’s just be calm and let me spend time with my three beautiful boyfriends.” You grinned and spread your arms above you. You loved being able to say that and had taken the chance every time it arose since the four of you started dating.

“Alright, whatever. But we’re having a damn rematch first thing tomorrow, two-face!”

Todoroki didn’t respond. This wouldn’t be too unusual, but he doesn’t normally ignore Bakugou when he uses that stupid nickname.

Izuku sat up and poked his forehead. “He… He’s asleep.”

“Wow. Already?”

“Seriously? What the fuck?!”

#bnha imagines #I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK THIS LONG FUCK #poly relationship #todoroki shouto #katsuki bakugou #kacchan #midoriya izuku #deku #rb if you support being on the floor with ur three beautiful boyfriends *jazz hands*

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draculabackward · 6 years

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why are all custom blog themes Like That

#99% of them look like garbáge #(especially rp blogs don't even get me started)#like #why do we as a species need this to happen #give me the normal ass tumblr layout but with added shit #a search bar and shit

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