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I think, probably Denki or Izuku🤧❤️

okay game time which anime characters do you think you could pull? be as self indulgent as you want, and yes you can say all of them

however you’re not allowed to say “none”because you’re hot and they want you

This reminds me of Izuku❤️

When you get dumped but have to pretend like you’re not absolutely heartbroken and move on so he’s happy🥲

Please help this person out!

Hello, everyone!

Update about my father (69 y.o): He was transferred to the regular room last Saturday after being in the ICU for a week. He’s diagnosed with Acute Kidney Injury secondary to Obstructive Uropathy Primary to Chronic Disease, Community Acquired Pneumonia – Moderate Case, Acute Coronary Syndrome, and Parkinsons Disease/Spinal Injury/Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. He’s now stable and recuperating, but we’re still waiting for his therapist to come tomorrow to help with his mobility and hopefully, he will be discharged by Wednesday.

With the increasing hospital bill, I am humbly asking for financial help. We already requested loans and asked for financial aid from different organizations, friends and relatives, and even sold some of our stuff online. All my savings, and commissions from working as an affiliate were already used to pay the hospital bills of my father.

To those who would like to transfer their donations thru bank, my sister indicated her QR codes in her FB post (Gcash and BPI only). My PayPal is paypal.me/jeniinam

Reblogging this already means a lot to us, and any amount will really do. We will be infinitely grateful for all your help, support, and prayers. Thank you so much again. 

AYATO MY BELOVED WELCOME HOME BBY

Riding horses is 100% a rich people thing

i want to see something

reblog this post and tag it with:

whether you grew up in an urban, suburban, or rural area

and whether riding horses is a "rich person thing"

i want to see if this is actual a rural/urban divide

This close to beating the ever living hell out of my English professor 🙂🤞

Absolutely it has❤️

Please reblog this if fanfiction has been beneficial to your mental health.

Did I go and read copious amounts of Gorou smut through my lectures?

Yes.

No shame in the Gorou game❤️

Not dead, almost but not there, I’ll try and scrap something together this week I’ve been so busy but I’m on break now

When your professor gives a creative writing assignment so you clean up and make one of your Atsushis fics sound nice remove some names and submit it

She’ll never know it was a fan fiction😍

So swamped in work that I can’t post enough😭

When your friend or ex-friend now says they don’t wanna be friends anymore because they find you too talkative and annoying

But you have to pretend you’re not gonna cry when she doesn’t sit next to you in your first class and you think she blocked you

Feminism suddenly leaves my body when it snows over 12 inches and someone needs to shovel

Sorry I’m putting on my apron and grabbing the duster

I need a big strong man to shovel the snow for me

Look at him all dressed up and dashing😭❤️ I totally see him wearing bows instead of ties🥺

Sadly I could not find the artist but if anyone knows it lmk and I’ll add credits!

@yuichi-ro

His chapter

Atsushi Nakajima x Reader (more like unrequited love and ?yearning?)

One's first love will either be painful or beautiful. Walking to work on a sunny day you were feeling quite content as you hummed a tune to a random song. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander as you passed by that familiar four story building you had spent so much time in.

How long had it been since you worked there? You couldn’t remember anymore, but you did remember all the vivid and fun memories you had there as well as the sad, heart-breaking ones. Those memories all had a special place in your heart, especially the ones with him in it.

Staring into the window you happened to catch a glimpse of him laughing with Ranpo happily. It made you glad but also sad to see him so happy. His purple and yellow eyes shifted towards the window, and they glimmered in the way you loved to see them shine when they landed upon you.

Beaming he quickly opened the window leaning out, shouting a greeting to you, with a smile you shouted a greeting back and paused on the sidewalk to simply stare and smile at him.

With that ridiculous haircut of his and that dopey smile that made your heart flutter and gave you butterflies in your stomach. “Why don’t you come visit sometime soon! We all miss you!” His voice was shouting over the sounds of bustling traffic “maybe!”

Pouting slightly at your answer he was suddenly being pulled at by the back of his shirt by no doubt Kunikida. Quickly waving goodbye he gave you one last smile before he was dragged away.

You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle continuing your commute, his smile lingering on your mind. You wished you had the courage to tell him how you felt when you had the chance, it would be a regret you would carry with you for the rest of eternity.

Sometimes that’s how it ends because sometimes, cupid runs out of arrows, and shoots one person, not two.

What felt like an entire book was merely a chapter, that was alright though, you enjoyed every second of it.

Atsushi Nakajima didn’t make it to the end of your story, but you’ll always remember what chapter he was, for you’ll reread it for years to come for it was the most beautiful your heart had ever felt.

Love

Dazai x Reader (Tw: Toxic relationship, forcing feelings onto another, just a bad relationship)

Love. Everyone wants to be loved, right? You were not different, you wanted to be loved, just not by him. Not the way he loved you.

His love was different from what you had been told love was meant to be. Not a single moment did you have to yourself for he followed you wherever you went like your shadow.

You were aware of how he felt for he confessed his love for you every waking moment yet such grand gestures you disliked.

Love was meant to be gentle and slow; he was anything but, you felt that you almost had an obligation to return his feelings with the way he forced them upon you with such passion.

Love was meant to be giving the other freedom knowing that you could trust them. Freedom was a foreign concept in your relationship as he intruded into your other friendships consistently.

Never did he leave you to your own devices constantly impeding upon your tasks with his pointless confessions of love. Never did he ask if this is what you wanted or if you had loved him back, he just assumed the reciprocation of his feelings.

Brown eyes you had once found beautiful, you now found their gaze to be alarming and uncomfortable. His love was obsessive, you were the thief of a heart you never meant to steal and did not know how to give it back.

For Dazai Osamu you were a breath of fresh air, and personally you had never felt more suffocated.

Toxic Dazai head canon

He definitely gets suffocating to be around when he has a crush on someone.

When you can finally play Twisted Wonderland on mobile

don’t mind me, just daydreaming about Shotos hands rubbing circles into your back while you talk about random things that don’t make sense while he nods along with little mhms and yeah?s because he just likes listening to you talk

Before you know it you’re fast asleep and now he’s the one talking except he’s whispering how much he loves you and is grateful for you

Just Shoto Todoroki

What do you think about Denki Kaminari👁👁

I think…That it’s not fair that he’s not crying under me while I jerk him off sticky globs of cum coating my fingers acting like lube :((

But as a less horny reply I genuinely like his character and think he doesn’t get the credit he deserves! His quirk has so much potential and he has a great personality! His smile is also really cute❤️

Also you’re my first ask on this blog so thank you! My ask box is always open unless stated otherwise😌

Currently working on an Izuku fic and it’s taking up all my time and killing me inside to get it right <3

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Blue

Dabi angst fic, not really proof read, doesn’t contain any strong topics aside from strong hatred.

Cold. Cold was all you felt, a feeling you had almost forgotten. Forgotten how cruel it was how it was as it enveloped your bruised and beaten body. Snowflakes fell from the dark, chilly sky as wind weaved through the buildings.

Sitting atop the snowy ground you were leaning against the hard mossy brick of the LOV building a shadow cast along your face as you held your body together despite the pain from the burns and bruises. With labored breathing you raised your head to look at his face. Turquoise eyes stared back, the way they looked at you made the snow beneath your feet feel almost warm in comparison.

You had predicted this day long ago and knew it was only a matter of time before it came. You had played your role for the league you had performed admirably, it earned you praise among them. Now that you had done your part you were to be disposed of because you were no longer of worth.

You knew this was coming, you knew you wouldn’t be around for too long, you were almost hyper aware of it. Yet you cracked just a bit, you let yourself smile a little too genuinely at his snide comments and rude remarks, relished a bit too much at the feeling of his rough and burnt skin. Relaxed a tad bit more than you should have at the familiar burnt smell from him.

Doomed from the beginning, you knew that you were and no matter how many heinous crimes you committed, no matter how much blood you covered your hands in... You found yourself to be unable to rid yourself of the human feeling of love despite society seeing you as no longer human.

Though on this snowy day in January, you remembered why you should have ridden yourself of this emotion. Giving a cold-eyed appraisal of the situation, he stepped forward though you could not bring yourself to even uselessly try pushing back farther into the wall. Your body ached and started to go numb starting from your legs. The wounds ached a bit more when he squatted down to your eye level.

You knew you were fighting back tears finally met with the despair of death you both had cruelly tormented others with. His hand reached out to caress your face, his touch was disgustingly gentle, quite different to the harsh and hot hands he had beat you with just a few seconds earlier.

Staring back at him with red watery eyes you were sure you looked pathetic for someone who was infamous for being such a cruel and powerful villain. Everything you had once felt for the black-haired man before you were nothing more than a wistful memory. All that was left was a very bitter feeling that seemed to bubble over in the moment. Gathering what little strength you had left you spat at his face the glob landing on his cheek, his eyes flashed for a split second with amusement.

The hand he had placed on your cheek swept over a wound to collect the blood which in turn made you hiss in pain. “You really don’t know when to knock it off do you?...Always hated that about you, you know?” His croaky voice that you once enjoyed filled you with nothing but abhorrence now, your eyes were no longer teary, instead they stared into his cold ones with malevolence.

Not that you cared anymore but you still found yourself searching for an inkling of emotion in his lackluster eyes, but you found nothing.

The slightly warm palm that had been held to your cheek without moving much had begun to heat up slowly but surely. He started talking once more his tone casual not befitting the current situation at hand “hey you had that really dumb nickname for me...What was it again...Oh...Blue.” It was a nickname you had given him when you first joined the league, and you did not know his name.

Everything you had done led right up to your demise but what you regretted most was letting that emotion even if it was just a little. You should have known a man like himself lost the ability to love another long ago leaving only the hollow shell where a soul once resided. Perhaps it would have made this moment less bitter, perhaps if he loved you in return, it could have been bittersweet.

His hand continued to heat up while his other hand stroked your hair. It was in an almost mocking manner like he was trying to comfort his partner after a grueling day. Even as his hands heated up to an excruciating degree he did not cease his action.

Oh, how you resented him.

But oh, how you resented yourself more for being a fool.

His vile smirk was the last thing you saw before your body went up in a hot flash and your vision was taken over by one color.

Blue.

Currently require shoto todoroki’s dick in my mouth rn

Just a weird craving

Blue

Dabi angst fic, not really proof read, doesn’t contain any strong topics aside from strong hatred.

Cold. Cold was all you felt, a feeling you had almost forgotten. Forgotten how cruel it was how it was as it enveloped your bruised and beaten body. Snowflakes fell from the dark, chilly sky as wind weaved through the buildings.

Sitting atop the snowy ground you were leaning against the hard mossy brick of the LOV building a shadow cast along your face as you held your body together despite the pain from the burns and bruises. With labored breathing you raised your head to look at his face. Turquoise eyes stared back, the way they looked at you made the snow beneath your feet feel almost warm in comparison.

You had predicted this day long ago and knew it was only a matter of time before it came. You had played your role for the league you had performed admirably, it earned you praise among them. Now that you had done your part you were to be disposed of because you were no longer of worth.

You knew this was coming, you knew you wouldn’t be around for too long, you were almost hyper aware of it. Yet you cracked just a bit, you let yourself smile a little too genuinely at his snide comments and rude remarks, relished a bit too much at the feeling of his rough and burnt skin. Relaxed a tad bit more than you should have at the familiar burnt smell from him.

Doomed from the beginning, you knew that you were and no matter how many heinous crimes you committed, no matter how much blood you covered your hands in... You found yourself to be unable to rid yourself of the human feeling of love despite society seeing you as no longer human.

Though on this snowy day in January, you remembered why you should have ridden yourself of this emotion. Giving a cold-eyed appraisal of the situation, he stepped forward though you could not bring yourself to even uselessly try pushing back farther into the wall. Your body ached and started to go numb starting from your legs. The wounds ached a bit more when he squatted down to your eye level.

You knew you were fighting back tears finally met with the despair of death you both had cruelly tormented others with. His hand reached out to caress your face, his touch was disgustingly gentle, quite different to the harsh and hot hands he had beat you with just a few seconds earlier.

Staring back at him with red watery eyes you were sure you looked pathetic for someone who was infamous for being such a cruel and powerful villain. Everything you had once felt for the black-haired man before you were nothing more than a wistful memory. All that was left was a very bitter feeling that seemed to bubble over in the moment. Gathering what little strength you had left you spat at his face the glob landing on his cheek, his eyes flashed for a split second with amusement.

The hand he had placed on your cheek swept over a wound to collect the blood which in turn made you hiss in pain. “You really don’t know when to knock it off do you?...Always hated that about you, you know?” His croaky voice that you once enjoyed filled you with nothing but abhorrence now, your eyes were no longer teary, instead they stared into his cold ones with malevolence.

Not that you cared anymore but you still found yourself searching for an inkling of emotion in his lackluster eyes, but you found nothing.

The slightly warm palm that had been held to your cheek without moving much had begun to heat up slowly but surely. He started talking once more his tone casual not befitting the current situation at hand “hey you had that really dumb nickname for me...What was it again...Oh...Blue.” It was a nickname you had given him when you first joined the league, and you did not know his name.

Everything you had done led right up to your demise but what you regretted most was letting that emotion even if it was just a little. You should have known a man like himself lost the ability to love another long ago leaving only the hollow shell where a soul once resided. Perhaps it would have made this moment less bitter, perhaps if he loved you in return, it could have been bittersweet.

His hand continued to heat up while his other hand stroked your hair. It was in an almost mocking manner like he was trying to comfort his partner after a grueling day. Even as his hands heated up to an excruciating degree he did not cease his action.

Oh, how you resented him.

But oh, how you resented yourself more for being a fool.

His vile smirk was the last thing you saw before your body went up in a hot flash and your vision was taken over by one color.

Blue.

Cough cough DABI cough cough gosh I must be sick😷

i love stories about betrayal i love depravity i love tragedy i love miscommunication i love backstabbing i love when characters encourage each other to be worse i love dysfunctional partners i love misfits & i love it most of all when they are bisexual

Now tell me why I want to dress up THE Tsukkishima Kei in a frilly Lolita dress with a bow and matching heels. Then proceed to fuck him into oblivion until he’s a drooling mess.

But oh no…He stained his dress…Well now I suppose I have to punish him… Gosh I didn’t see this coming🥸

When you start reading a BL and get emotional invested in their relationship.

How sad can I get😭

The way I wanna fuck Matthew to the song closer by nine inch nails. I do quite literally want to fuck him like an animal like I’m trynna go crazy.

Yes I am Matthew biased how’d you know :000

Now tell me why Izuku Midoriya isn’t in my bed in between my legs rn?🤨 The math is not mathing✋