The thing that I love the most about Doctor Who is that it’s just SOOOOOO bad. It’s awful. It’s dreadful. It’s cheesy and stupid and terrible. It has dialogue like “I am the beep of all the meeps!” It’s truly the most embarrassing cringeworthy thing you’ve ever seen. It’s been that way for 60 years. It’s gonna be that way for another 60. It doesn’t matter what kind of budget or fan base they receive. It’s always gonna be this stupid.

I love it so fucking much.

Emmitt Wild trying Taco Bell for the first time

3/17/2023

3...2..1.. Happy new year!!✨

happy valentines day from heromari ❣️

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Kratos, Atreus, and Mimir discover their favorite merchant stuck in a tree, chased up into its branches by wolves.

Atreus soothes the beasts and leads them away, leaving his father in charge of rescuing the terrified shopkeeper. Y/N insists they can get out alone, but tumbles on their way down into Kratos’ arms. He is surprisingly warm and soft despite his intimidating stature. Exudes an intoxicating, earthy scent that lulls Y/N into a tranquil state.

Kratos walks said merchant back to their shop, not at all phased by the complacent look Atreus dons or Mimir’s teasing. And even though Y/N states that Kratos can put them down, he continues to cradle them with all the tenderness of a groom carrying his bride until they are beneath the shop’s makeshift roof.

“Whoops! Watch the Jacket.”

A/N aight idk bout anyone else’s campus but mine has been wet and miserable allllll week as so that is what has inspired me to write this! enjoy some warm and fuzzies instead of the wet and ickies 🥰. ——————

You had just made it to Dynamites agency . . . you were busy aggressively shaking off your umbrella underneath the roof and awning of the entrance way to the Dynamite Agency before stomping your way in through the giant glass double doors. Quickly, you hastily put your umbrella in the little umbrella stand, which was understandably full at the moment. Oh how you wished the relentless sky would open up and show the sun again . . . or some regular non-rain clouds. You could go for that too Nevertheless, you stomped your cute little rain boots off onto the mat. Taking care to wipe your feet, trying not to track anything in. You squeaked your way into the lobby.

———

Bakugou’s agency was always bustling, even despite the awful rainy season weather hitting Japan lately: tsuyu. A handful of sidekicks breezed past you as you pulled back the hood of your raincoat and wrinkled your nose at the dispersal of rain water onto your face that accompanied it. Just as the next smattering of sidekicks went past you towards the door, a sneeze shook your chest and ruffled your hair. “Ah-choo!” Dynamites team all turned and beamed at you. All hastily saying a ‘bless you’ as they made like the red sea and parted around you. you gave a sheepish smile back as you waved to some familiar faces of the team, just before seeing Bakugou himself.

——— There was Katsuki Bakugou in all his glory. He was wearing his causal work outfit: a tight thin ribbed turtleneck, olive cargo pants, and his signature pair of clunky boots. His broad and muscled back was facing you. deliciously defined muscle teasing you underneath the thin layer of his, surely warm, sweater. He turned. A flash of gold caught your eye amongst his fuzzy ash blonde hair; his earring. He turned. and faced you, furrowed brows easing up as he saw you. Crimson pools shimmering, a sparkling smile, crinkled eyes, as he approached you. Large footfalls striding over to you with his arms held out in a t - buff arms itching to hold you in an embrace.

A chain glimmered around his collarbone. - the one you got him for his birthday last year

His husky voice enveloped you faster than you could move.

“Kat!” Arms already pressing you close to his chest,

“Babe, M’ missed ya’. Whatcha - shit.”

You tried warning him. Stupid hero reflexes and speed. Tilting your head, you brushed your cheek against his pec to better see his face. a little pout pushed his plush bottom lip out above his stumbly chin - you mummered a honeyed tease, your arms still clamped to your sides in his embrace.

“What Katsuki?” “M’ all wet now.”

“I know. I just came from outside. If you’d let me just take my coat off then this wouldn’t be - HEY WHAT’RE YOU?!!” ———

faster than you could think Katsuki had forcefully unzipped your jacket amoungst your blabbering and thrown it onto the receptionist table. Katauki picked you up as your arms dumbfoundedly rested on his shoulders before blinking out of your stupor as the man stared at you with a blank face, but with an intoxicatingly loving stare. Before your brain finally acknowledged what was happening and you wound your arms tightly around his neck. He breathed you in; placing chapped kiss to the wet and shivering skin of your neck. mummbling out a “missed you, sunshine” that made you giggle as the stubble around his jaw tickled your skin. ——— pulling back you grinned, holding his face in your chilly hands as he beamed at you like you were the sun, the stars, and the moon. Katsuki leaned in to press your noses together thoughtfully and in the sternest voice he said, “just tryin’ to warm ya’ up. y’re cold.” and you just closed your eyes and beamed in your boyfriends embrace. nose rubbing against your in an ecstatic eskimo kiss all bc he heard your sneeze and decided you were too cold for being inside.

espically when he, your excellent explosion boyfriend, was right there to warm you up.

Do you come around here? 😃

When a Joe Keery song plays at the place where you are talking with your crush. Like… EXCUSE ME JOE, YOU MAKIN IT REAL HARD TO NOT FANGIRL IN FRONT OF MY CRUSH 😭 and then your crush likes the song 🥲🫶🏻

Missing loona sm this days, lately its been pretty hard and they were the ones that made me feel better in times like this (so cringey ik), but now that they are not together is different. Like, they are still making music and all that stuff and my love for them is the same, but I miss them 12 together, my moon girls.

just talkn lol

but im also realizing as i get older that extrinsic things shouldnt be what ends up determining my own interests or intrinsic beliefs / thoughts. people who are so invested in your life to the extent that they are bithered by your harmless actions just make me sad. so mjch energy dedicated to hate for no good reason other than some twisted form of distinction.

who cares if agere is considered unorthodox if at the end of the day ot helps me cope, heal, and find peace ? it has postively impacted not only my relationship with myself, but the child that i once was.

who cares if the video games i play are "not real games" if i like them, enjoy spending time in them, and enjoy the calm it gives me ? theyr fun, and help me to slow down in a life that is so jam-packed wifh things.

who cares if kpop is cringe if i like the music, enjoy the connections i make, and can collect cute little knickknacks for the artist i like ? i dont even know whats cringe abt it honestly. its freeing to just embrace it atp

bcos at the end of the day, im the one who has to live with myself. no one else. so im going to pursue the careers im interested in, date the ppl i want to, cut my hair, learn guitar, and buy cute clothes.

its so sad that realize that everytime i do anything i am constantly and frantically seeking the approval of people who i dont even know most of the time. strangers, who will probably nvr remember me, who i myself will never remember at the bus stop, in malls, at the dentist. its so exhausting and miserable for me to go outside even, bcos i am performing for everyone. and im trying to lessen that.

ive been reflecting alot these days and i just feel like life is too short and new and weird to spend it being miserable. i have been miserable for my entire tween and teen years so far, i want to try and get better. if not for myself right now, then the kid i was, or the person j will be.

thats it lol i was just feeling wistful

Left is Billith Bly and right is, Wishing Star.

How did we get so lucky , that we get to spend time together in this life.

“After not having boobs anymore, what’s your favorite part post top surgery?”

Hugs feel so much more right.

you know very well my obsession is your Frosty, dear (❤ ω ❤)

“Oh? How about you come up to me and tell me that personally, my dear?. Although I know it was inevitable that you would end up obsessing over me after that night on my ship. A wonderful experience if you ask me. Come closer, to repeat that experience more calmly, although unfortunately you will not be able to have a view of the cosmos, I promise you that I will make you see stars~”.

Something silly for the gratitude journal: The Danube Waltz they play every time you board an Austrian Airlines plane.