the juxtapsiostion between youre falling asleep and i'm not tired yet and me being in est and being christine (falling asleep on your sholder ine teh back of my boyfriends car) and you being australian (i'm not tired yet we've still got a lot to figrue out). it make sso much sense

oh my god you’re a genius. a boygeniuGets shot

Wide hips just scratch that spot in Steve’s mind about having multiple children lmao

HELP imagine this man trying to explain birthing hips to robin 😭

through tears atsumu who grabs your face and presses his forehead to yours like “we’ll get through this, promise.” whenever you go through a tough patch :(

i’m :(

he does the same thing every time he has to leave for a game or training. presses your foreheads together with his eyes closed as he fails to hold back the tears amidst the busy airport crowd

“i love ya.” you nod and he nods with you, molding to your movement. if he could only mold into your being as well. the closeness of your breath will have to suffice. “i love ya wherever i am. i love ya always.”

he tilts his chin forward and kisses you passionately before pressing his forehead against yours once more. he’s leaving, but for now, he’ll relish this closeness.

“Of course it’s a fake name!” is extremely La Grande Dame 👀

Brb frantically scribbling down possible “real” names for dada to have 🤭

KELLY JUST THOUGHT ABT THIS BUT EVERY SONG EXCEPT IS IT OVER NIW FITS KARENGRAHAM PERFECTLY OMG

haZEL

the grinch is bisexual

is it bad that I absolutely cannot remember the context for this ask

they both should move on due to the very close margin

You look me in the eyes and tell me that Mysticat has any chance of beating Ariana Griande

legimately feel bad for gen z, never grew up with privacy and stuff like that. I know that one anon ofc very clearly stepped outta line n I made the joke anon msg about how u gotta tell me all ur info so I can call u a faker, but like legimately it's sad seeing kids put all their info online and when they're available or not etc etc, lotta gen z didn't grow up with properly privacy and the newer generation has it even worse. I hope the kids will be alright n we can push them into having more anonymity and privacy.

I said this in the tags but honestly if someone genuinely asks me a question about myself, I will answer, honestly sometimes even if it’s something I want to keep private. Recent events have reminded me that literally anyone can see this blog and follow me and I have no idea who they are. My Instagram isn’t private when a lot of people I know have theirs private but also I don’t really tag anything from where I live, the most I do is post pictures from my house but not with the town or anything. But I mean you can easily find where I work on here (like the exact store) if you tried, I’m pretty sure I’ve posted my full name multiple times on Savvy’s blog because I think I also grew up in that era where online privacy wasn’t a thing. I mean of course I got the “creepy men might be behind the computer screen catfishing you” but like idk I’m not saying I haven’t done things like that, they’re just mentioned conversationally not in a pinned post. I mean you can find my full first name on Savvy’s blog, obviously I don’t go by that and she prefers to go by Savvy because both are a bit more gender neutral and just more comfortable for us but. I have absolutely learned how to manipulate people to call them out for things I don’t like about them… mostly when they’re like exclusionists but if I really tried I’m sure I have the technical skills to like “cancel” someone for something they didn’t even mean out of context. I learned that by growing up in the internet age. How to take things out of context. That’s not really what you’re talking about but just another thing that came to mind. Like how much easier it is now to fake things and how 1. we are less trained to spot them and 2. they are deliberately made to be harder to spot as fakes. I mean I have had penpals though, I did just send out a shirt to someone who Savvy is mutuals with so like I have their address and they have mine. It’s a fine line. But I mean I used to listen to a stalker podcast (and by this I mean a literal podcast where two people interviews victims of stalking and told their story) and some of the stuff I heard on there was WILD. Just listened to a case I finished like half an hour ago about a woman who catfished a man into thinking he was dating her dying niece who the government and doctors were trying to kill and people ended up dying from the situation all from her charade of having multiple phone numbers and being able to fake personalities of characters she made up really easily. Just wild stuff. Had an assignment due last night that was a discussion board in biology and someone brought up technology and I was like we have the technology to literally change your bone structure and shit. Not the same as social media obviously but just like wild shit. Even at thanksgiving hearing one of my cousins was constantly talking to a boy in her class but my family said in class they like never speak to each other and I’m like that’s so wild. You don’t speak face to face but you see him every day. But you talk to him for hours every night. Just stuff like that is such a cultural shift. Such a fine line too as a parent between not trying to be overbearing and like read your kids text messages but also make sure they’re being safe. Can’t imagine how to navigate that as a parent. Like how do you know your child isn’t sending photos of themselves on Snapchat. Without like invading their privacy and reading their messages and stuff. Just wild.

We all know stephen he is sub for y/n

enough!!!!! y’all are making me blush just thinking about it 😩

Roman said he challenged and wrecked everyone, but I’m pretty sure I haven’t seen him fight T yet🥱

In his own words:

you're in love w tara lewis 😋

OMG HOW ON EARTH DID YOU KNOW THAT ABOUT ME????

dont u 4ver just feel the need to like. stare at domeone for so long until u like fall asleep. like your friends. or that one stranger. or ur cats. or ur partner. and like i wish we could do that but it would look rlly creepy. but like. can it be possible for someone to be that beautiful. like i almost feel that way with almost everyone

like its like wheb u go to a museam and stare at the paintings to see every brush stroke and every color and ecery technique used. yeah that but with like people. like notice every freakle and cokor in their eyes and hair strand and just like go "wow"

like being in love w their beautiful amazing pretty face just for the sake of loving people and the word. doesnt matter if they arent like conventionally attractivr bc that shit doesnt exist. unless ure like an asshole and a shitty person u will always be beautifuk and worth to stare at and inmortalize in a painting

val why are you so profound it is ten am and i have just woken up i do not have the energy to become a philosopher

Okay guys now it’s time to consider…

Sunday being in love with Reader… but being unable to act on his feelings because The Dream Master disapproves of it…

The yearning in this would be INSAAAAAANNNE.

cw: Bakugou dies but comes back to life, “comes back wrong” trope, implied fighting, angst

When Bakugou died, you’re not sure how you went on living. Grief had taken over your life, sat you in the passenger side while it cruised off the highway into icy waters. And even then, you couldn’t find the energy to drown.

It’s why there’s a sudden uptick of energy when you’re promised to have him back. Some top scientists contact you months after his death, tell you to hurry down to the headquarters labs, come and rejoice for what you’re about to witness. And you’re horrified, to say the least.

“This isn’t my husband.” Are your first words when you walk in, watch the figure on the other side of the glass examine its own hands. It looks like your husband but—but his hair isn’t the right shade of blond all over. His nose bridge had a slight bump after a scuffle with a villain. He had a scar on his hand but—but it never looked like it was to sew a pinky beside the other fingers.

“Is that really my husband?” You ask next in disbelief, slowly entering the room. Bakugou’s head snaps up, his eyes a little brighter than you remember but—they hold so much emotion. So much memory, so much panic, so much guilt.

“I left you.” He mutters, his voice raspy and ragged, and you wonder if it’ll always be like this now. It makes you cry a little harder than it should, but you only embrace each other. He’s cold and his shoulders don’t hold the same mass and his back doesn’t carry the same scars. There’s one, jagged and rough, running down his back, and you think, you think that’s where they slipped a new spine in.

“Welcome back home.” You tell him, weeks after meeting him again, new and not totally—Katsuki. He’s stiff and he doesn’t immediately take off his boots when he enters, and it worries you. Makes you think if you’ve just let a stranger into your home, one that has stolen your dead husbands face. Makes you wonder if he’ll be as loving as Katsuki once was, or if he’ll become your monster looming over you with the guilt of not being able to rest anymore.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You whisper against his mouth one night, a little while after he’s moved back. You don’t know why you lay under him, why you let him nestle himself inside of you, why you let him hold you against his chest. Katsuki always ran his hands over your cheeks and neck whenever he held you like this, but this…man, only holds himself up with his hands resting beside your head. It’s alien, how he looks at you, how his hips are methodically measured with every thrust, how he kisses you every 8 seconds. You wonder if he’s more robot than Frankenstein monster.

“Why did you come back to me like this?” You ask him one night, barricaded in the bathroom away from him. You can hear his sobs on the other side, his pleading to be let in. He tells you he never wanted to come back if he had to be like this, that he’s sorry, please let him in, he misses the warmth of your skin, he’s never been so cold before, he’s never liked the cold.

“Is this considered cheating?” You ask yourself aloud one night, when Bakugou is forced back to the lab when he becomes too…un-Bakugou. To sleep with a man that is your husband in every way but? Your husband has been dead for a year now, and yet you stroke the chin of the man that tries so hard to be him everyday, but fails so miserably at it every time.

“I’ll come back to you right this time.” Bakugou promises to you when he’s strapped down to leave for the lab and before he’s sedated. But you don’t believe him—you never did. Your husband is dead, and this animated corpse has been nothing but a cheap mockery of everything you’ve lost and something you will never truly get back.

there is a very specific image in my head of early-mid 20’s iwaizumi hajime