o1leander:

fuck

i d o n o t l i k e t o b e t o u c h e d

Babes, for shits and giggles, I want to hear your cringiest predictions for the Amazon LOTR show-

I’m talking terrible Twitter hot-takes, buzzfeed personality quizzes, complete disregard for the source material, terrible memes, WHATEVER YOU THINK (or fear) WILL HAPPEN I WANT TO HEAR IT (and maybe draw it, Yknow to cope)

I’m glad people brought into awareness minor safety online and how adults need to interact appropriately w/ minors. But it’s kinda become “adults have to monitor all their followers esp those who make nsfw content” and tbh no they don’t esp big accounts. Interacting w/ minors While being a nsfw account is wrong and the adult is responsible, yes. But teenagers aren’t going to post their ages all the time, they’re going to lie about their age, and they aren’t stupid, if they want to see nsfw content they’re gonna look for it. It’s not an adult’s responsibility to make sure a minor isn’t looking at their account at all times. Back when I was a kid and when I got occasionally caught looking at stuff i probs shouldn’t have, I didn’t blame the adult who posted it. I blamed myself for searching for it and getting caught. You can’t expect people (esp those with large followings) to comb through their followers & every comment, making sure there are NO minors. That’s impossible. Teenagers aren’t stupid, they know what they’re looking at. Its kinda gone full circle bc we went from “teenagers don’t Know anything” to “teenagers will search for things and it’s your responsibility to make sure you don’t have inappropriate 1 on 1 w/ them” to “teenagers are incapable of any self awareness and it’s the adult account’s fault for even existing bc now the teenager saw it”. Adults need to respect and mind their boundaries with minors. But at the end of the day, minors are going to be going on and interacting with pages they shouldn’t and that’s nobody’s fault but the teenager and you’re lying to yourself if you think a teenager doesn’t know better than to look at adult content. It’s infantilizing

id like to call this list, in no particular order, “kpop groups that come out with a song that serves cunt, clit, and pussy then dip out for a hot minute”

1. ATEEZ
2. Nu'est
3. NCT (in general)
4. ENHYPEN
5. ITZY
6. LOONA (in general)
7. Dreamcatcher
8. WJSN (specifically The Black)
9. THE BOYZ
10. EVERGLOW
11. LADIES’ CODE
12. SF9
13. VERIVERY
14. Kim Donghan
15. CIX

My friend showed me everything everywhere all at once and I think my brains not big enough for that one

bam’s note : this is a part of @okkatsudon ; “somebody new” collab! it’s always been my dream after watching mha to write this, literally seizing this opportunity as soon as i saw the event!

warnings : angst, unrequited/one sided love, crushing, no happy ending, some cursed words, deja vu, third wheel character, one part is slightly suggestive, long fic (almost 3k words omg wat- )

it was sweet to love him.

you met todoroki on the very first day of school, pretty cherry blossom trees were blooming and portions of petals were falling down the ground.

lost in the scenery, you didn’t took notice of the person walking your way until you bumped into them. all the books and papers you were carrying got knocked to the floor. you instantly apologise to that person and crouch down to collect your things. another hand that’s not yours help pick the few left ones before handing them to you.

that was the first time you got to drown in those mismatched heterochromatic eyes.

a stranger with evenly split hair between two colours; white and red. he was rather well-built and tall for someone around his age. though he has quite a strange large scar on one side of his face. despite that and the seriousness he wore you swear you viewed him as the hottest guy you’ve ever met.

you again haven’t noticed that you were staring at him for far too long until this unknown man need to clear his throat and gently jab the stuffs to you once more. you felt your cheeks burn in embarrassment as you quickly look away and mumbled quiet sorry for your bad manners and thank him for his help.

he only nodded in response before about to turn and resumed back on his way. you interrupted him first by calling out, “what’s your name?”

the man spare you a glance, evidently heard you, still he decided not to reply. making you frown and follow him, proceeding to ask him questions “hey, what’s your class? perhaps we’re on the same one, and with that perhaps-” he suddenly took a turn around the corner, consequence come in you almost tripped on your own feet. this time you managed to grab the wall, then run up to catch up to him. frowning, why is he gotta be so fast?

“hey! wait! you’re still new here like me right? how about we walk to our classroom together? i’m y/n by the way, and was about to head to class 1A. do you perhaps have any idea where-” it was as though all you babble was nix as the arrogant dude, you could call him, doesn’t seem to even give a damn.

but it’s alright, because it seems like he share the same destination as you. 1A label presented in front of you, and the stranger you met earlier already disappear by walking into the room before you can even registered what’s going on.

all your dreams, wishes, hopes, were right here. heart hammering hard in your chest, you felt your body slightly shook in both excitement and anxiousness as you slowly stride after that two colours haired guy.

and your whole life changed ever since.

you later learned by a group of girls you’ve been hanging out with, his name was todoroki. shototodoroki. your eyes and mind were already mindlessly trailing to the figure of him, far away from your friends voices, away from any other environment. he was scribbling something to his note. looking effortlessly so cool, so handsome.

and somehow you were tapping your lips. thinking of a way of trying to get close to him, what a stupid act. you just met him a week ago, but something about him already intrigued you this much??

“y/n. y/n, are you even listening?” mina’s voice snapped you out of your trance. you blinked a couple of times, regaining your attention back to her while searching for a suitable response.

“ah- sorry i got distracted, what was it again?” you lightly scratch your cheek, looking confused.

“are you perhaps interested in todoroki-kun, y/n-chan?” tsuyu pointed out, and uraraka nodded her head in agreement.

“yeah, we saw you were looking at him. is there anything going on between you two?” the browned tilted her head curiously, all the girls turn their head to look at you, too.

“nothing! it’s nothing really, i’ve just been wondering of… a way to…” you nervously switched your gaze anywhere and everywhere but their watchful eyes. trying your best to contain your blush.

“get closer to him…” you quietly whispered to them.

an ‘oooooo’ and squeals buzzed among them, and you have to cover your face up with a hand. glancing one last time at the person who caused all this, you felt your heart skipped a beat when you saw that he was, coincidentally or not, looking at you too.

at lunch, all thanks to the efforts of those girls. makes you sitting beside him right now, finding it hard to get a grip of yourself. blushing like crazy, you can’t help but be a stuttering mess.

“i- uh uhmm- hey, not sure if you remember me. but i’m-”

“i remembered. you were that annoying girl who keep pestering me all the way to my classroom”

the statement make you shock a bit. no, very.

“don’t say that” your eyebrows bundled as you speak, “it’s quite a rude thing to say to someone you don’t know”

mismatched apathetic eyes locked with yours, no emotion showed on his expression as he simply answered, “and it’s also quite rude to keep bothering a stranger who obviously show no interest in being friends already”

his words sharp as a knife, you felt a heavy lump forming in your throat. “i’ll make you change you mind” your voice was quivering, but you were too hurt to care for that. “just you wait”

with that, you got up and marched off. heading straight toward the girl’s bathroom.

guess things always hurt when it’s right.

but being the super determined person you were. you still didn’t give up on the following days, or weeks, or months. the always failed attempts of trying to follow him, be close to him and getting to know him more.

despite each time the boy snapped and stabbed you with hurtful words, the very next day he’ll still find you sitting in his usual spot at the cafeteria. running to the front gate to wait and walk home together.

your girl friends are also behind all these scenes too, silently leaving only you and him to bring the notebooks to the teacher’s room saying they were “busy”. purposefully leave right away to give you two alone time, well not really since they stay at an appropriate distance watching, and when he hurt you again, they always make sure to be there comforting and encouraging you to never loose hope.

and perhaps the world wasn’t too cruel. because eventually the once unconcerned todoroki slowly start to warm up, especially after the u.a. sports festival.

“todoroki-kun~ may i join you for lunch today?” you jovially asked him, despite completely know the common incoming disinterested answer.

though today, much to your surprise, he merely nodded. you stared after him, baffled. and shoto turn his head back to you after a few steps, slightly tilting his head in confusion as if saying, 'what are you waiting for?’

speechlessly gaping, you cannot exactly describe the fluttering feeling in your stomach. 'aw fuck it’ you thought and quickly pursue after him.

that day was the first day you grasp the real meaning of the word 'hope’. all your friends jump and cheer for you afterwards when you return to them.

“cheers to y/n and her soon-to-be boyfriend!” hagakure sang while mina threw her arms around you, blathering nonstop how happy she was for you. laughing at how supportive they all were, as though he was already your s/o, but you must admit that you couldn’t ask for anything better.

from here on out, the former cold relationship between you and shoto seems to grow warmer, like winter slowly turn into spring.

time flies by faster than anyone could imagine, right now most of you guys already received provisional hero license. although todoroki and bakugou still have to go to a special course.

“sho-chann” you called for him late at night when you guys about to parted to your own rooms. “tomorrow’s your first day of the special course right? good luck!”

small smile cracked at your sweet encouragement, he mumbled a thank you. and you grinned back at him, afore, a soft kiss was planted wordlessly against your forehead.

for the 3rd, or 4th time or more counted, that he had made you surprised. although you didn’t get to say a word as he was already pacing away. leaving you brushing your fingers on where the kiss landed, still all fuzzy and blushing.

not to mention that he was smiling to you more often. directly. like after you guys watched some random movies, you deliberately tease him of 'how we should hang out more often’ while shooting him a wink. the stoic man’s upper lips were tugged up in response. and shockingly agreed to what you’ve just said.

HE. DID. SMILE. AT. YOU.

dear god, you weren’t imagining it.

it wasn’t until winter ran by did you confront him. mustering up all the courage you got, you have to say it, no matter what.

“oh, hey y/n” shoto greeted you, coming to meet as requested right outside the dorms. it was nighttime and the only lights available except the moon were from the lamp posts.

“hi sho-chan” you smile in return, nervously fidget with your fingers.

“so what’s up?” the half white red haired questioned curiously. taking silent note at your uneasy posture.

gulping, there’s no turning back now. “do you know that, if you’re confessing on the first snow. the higher chance that your crush’s response might be positive?”

a quizzical look contorted over his face. “really…?” he replied, touching the scarf swathing around his neck. “and what did that has to do with why you called me?”

“i-” you began, then stopped to purse your lips. suddenly snow was falling to your hair. your cheeks were flushed and a smoke flows from your mouth as the words slipped. “i think i like you, sho-chan”

silence settled over you both for a moment. his wide-eye gaze never leaving you, until you have to break it when it’s becoming rather uncomfortable.

“please say something…” you murmured embarrassingly while looking away. making the man clears his throat apologetically and answered.

“i appreciated the feeling you hold towards me, y/n” he paused for a moment, carefully pondering for the right sayings. “but i’m still not so sure of my own feelings yet… could you give me some time first?”

you felt your heart squeezed as he soon excused himself after that. slightly opening your mouth and blinking a few times in frozen position, feeling torn whether to feel sad or continue to stay hopeful.

so you waited. for days, weeks, months, you felt deja vu during so. here you are, waiting for slim chances that’s most likely end up with rejection by him already forgetting given prolong period.

even worse that any time you brought it up, it was always the same answer, 'please give me more time’.

yeah, for sure. but for how long, mr.todoroki?

sighing languidly at this on loop thought, you walk past your empty classroom, about to heading back to your dorm. or so you thought. as you came across an over-limit unexpected scene.

a scene that makes you want to take back the idea you once thought, that perhaps the world wasn’t too cruel. because it definitelyis.

“i- i think i have a crush on you, todoroki-kun!”

similar sentence. yet the person who say it is…

“don’t worry y/n-san” yaoyorozu soothingly rubbed your back, “i’m pretty sure he will see it soon someday” she said with a gentle smile. all the while offering herself to be a shoulder for you to cry on.

why her? why the person who used to always stick by your side?

whywhywhy?

right now you were only listening. but then you start creeping closer, trembling hand slowly crack the door open slightly, only enough to take a peek inside.

you regretted it before you even saw.

hands clutching her skirt. cheeks bashfully tinted red. she spare a second to push her loose soft looking black strands behind her ear and shifted her gaze. the sun was setting down out the window, giving the room beautiful pale red, orange, purple, and yellow light. what a romantic sight for sore eyes…

“i know you might not feel the same. and that it’s super inappropriate for me to confess to you even though you’re still in the middle of giving y/n-san an answer. i’m so sorry, but i really like you. i- i-”

no. no. no.

todoroki cuts her off by pulling her into a passionate kiss. momo, without hesitation, promptly give in to the kiss and pull him closer. and he reciprocated by letting his hands roam over to her hips. before gently gripping them and angled his head to deepen the kiss.

your hands and blood run cold. you felt your whole body went numb as you have to bring a hand up to cover your broken sobs. trying your hardest to contain the… too late, the tears were already streaming down your cheeks. and you felt your heart wrench painfully at the sight before you. it was agonising really.

to learn that all your efforts were all for nothing.

and your body moves its way, out of control. the door was forcefully hauled open by you all of the sudden. startling the people inside, they froze abruptly before immediately pull away. shock, embarrassment and shame painted clear on their faces.

you still not dare to say a word, only tremulously stare at both of them while more tears brimming at the edge of your eyes.

they look as if they want to say something, but momo kept quiet and dropped her gaze to the ground. and the young man hesitated to reach his hand out to you, mouth in motion of gaping and closing.

“it’s not what you think, y/n… i can explain-”

“right now i do not want to hear it shoto” you clenched your hands into tight fists, and bit your lips as hard as you could.

“please excuse me” eyes cold and unreadable expression, you make a quick turn on your heels and stormed out. ignoring all the shouts and names calling for you.

“y/n i-”

“shut up!”

about a couple of hours later, you were in your room. shoto was also trailing behind you, wanting badly to apologise and make things up with you.

but to no avail, he only make you cry harder, angrier. to be specific.

“why didn’t you tell me in the first place shoto? why didn’t you tell me that you weren’t interested in me? so i didn’t have to hold hopes and wait for so long!?”

the guy went silent. regrets and guilt were heavy in his chest, and he could only flinched when you screamed “answer me!” in his face.

“i’m so sorry y/n…” was all he mumbled, tears todoroki didn’t know he was holding back starts to fall down.

you should’ve known.

you should’ve known of the fact why you always saw them together. getting along incredibly well even at the beginning where he was still cold towards you.

now you began to understand that gentle look on his face when he wipe the foam from the iced latte off her mouth. unintentionally linger his hand there far too long, that alone was enough to tell that the half white red haired adored her.

or when he was always willing to stay up late just to comfort and listen to her rambling all her overthinking doubts and problems. be there for her whenever she needs him and help her with everything he could…

something he never do for you.

ah,fuck this world.

fuck this cruel world.

“y/n i didn’t mean to…” the man look away. trying to find words for explanation. this is probably the first time you ever saw him like this. so vulnerable and lost.

his current state almost makes you want to forgive him, if what he’d done to you was something more forgivable.

“i-”

“no, don’t even waste time on elaborating. i should be the one who say sorry” his heterochromatic eyes immediately jump up to yours in surprised and confusion. even so you continued, “none of this was your fault, i was out of my mind. i’m sorry. it should’ve been your choice to choose who you want to be with”

wiping a hand over one of your teary eyes, you felt as if hundreds of knives were stabbing you. suffocating and agonising pain seeped through you over and over.

“y/n…”

you tried to bit back the huge waterfall and pent-up emotions that threatened to escape you anytime as you choked out the last words.

“it’s okay sho… just go love her”

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dreamwvrld:

i just had someone follow me and in their bio it says “dni techno fans”

………..

who’s gonna tell them

i have someone following me with dsmp/mcyt stans in their dni list LMAOOO

i’ve been thinking about potential careers for steven after he’s grown

before suf i thought him being a florist would be cute but uh after prickly pair not so much

music is out too, being a travelling musician/rockstar would be too much like following in greg’s footsteps and not offer him the stability he wants

i’ve seen other headcanons of him as a nurse or vet and those are cute but i don’t think becoming a different kind of caretaker would be healthy for him (there’s also that moral dilemma: if you can bring people back from the dead, should you do that for a patient under your care? is that the right thing to do or the absolute worst thing to do??)

and I thought: food, he likes cooking, makes up new meals and combos for himself and his family throughout the show

it starts with meal-planning, he cooks a bunch whenever he stays anywhere with an oven so he doesn’t have to eat out everytime he gets hungry on the road- and then he preps food for Connie when she goes to college bc she complains about the cafeteria’s meals. then her new friends toss him money for supplies if he’ll feed them for the rest of the week and before he knows it he has a foodtruck dishing out hot, hearty, veggie stuff for a whole campus

after Connie graduates he does too, to a little brick and mortar place close by to wherever they choose to settle down. he earns a steady flow of regulars and it becomes one of those places that tourists who are looking for the restaurant that all the locals go visit (he laughs until he cries when one newspaper report calls it ‘a hidden gem’)

as the years pass it gets popular enough that he opens a couple more branches (but never franchises, the word makes his skin crawl) and he can be creative and care for people in a different way, but most definitely in his own way

i think that would suit him very much

stjohnstarling:

I know my posts might sound like I’m trying to imply Bram Stoker wrote Lucy as a lesbian and her romance with Arthur is pure misdirection but what I’m trying to get across is that the May 11th chapter is being playful and knowing with the queer subtext. The contradictory statements are deliberate - it’s joking around with the reader by throwing in declarations of Lucy’s love for Arthur right when she’s building up a subtextual desire for Mina. None of the characters in a book this old are going to have straightforward author-decided sexual identities, here it’s Bram Stoker winking at you by going back and forth the way he does (also, as always, avoiding censorship)

binghsien:

lrb i am increasingly just telling people who profess to having no internal sense of gender and never had had one and find the idea of having one kinda alienating “you’re agender.”

technically what i should be saying is “you might be agender, maybe explore that?” but there are like a billion cis people and a million trans people telling them “if you don’t care about your gender at all that means you’re cis” which it absolutely doesn’t not so i feel the need to be a counter-weight.

if you are one of those billion cis people or million trans people: please stop saying that “not caring about your gender means you’re cis.” particularly when someone says “but i’ve never really had a sense of gender.”

not having an internal sense of gender does not mean that you are cis. it has never meant that you are cis! cis people care a lot about their gender! not caring about your gender means (very likely) that you are agender.

you don’t have to do anything with that information. it doesn’t compel you to start using specific pronouns or identifying in specific ways or joining specific support groups or communities. what it means is those things are there if you need them. what it means is you’re more like us than you are like them.

i’m joining the kathony brainrot bc i can

with every episode it becomes clearer that kenobi was not written for the star wars dudebros who want to see darth vader and obi-wan kenobi duke it out. it is made for the ani and obi girlies who want to see their boys as pathetic middle aged men going through a divorce and as one of those girlies i am THRIVING

For@inkquery​ who wanted half-naked rockstarDeacon up to his usual mischief in a Hallowe’en-y Goodneighbor. Featuring Pen (my F!SS from Death in a Duster), Hancock, and Fahrenheit.

Three disguises to hand: half-naked rockstar, slick vampire, and one damn good ghoul mask.

He had been making the rounds all evening, picking up drinks on someone else’s tab, stealing snacks from the few traders looking to make some caps on one of Goodneighbor’s busiest nights, and even coming first andsecond place in the costume competition.

There were a couple of pumpkins around, but most of the carved fruit tended to be of the melon variety – and most of those were being used as target practice in the next street.

Overall, it was a good time, not a single person had recognised him, although he hadhad to swap masks with a very lovely young lady when a blonde attached to the mayor’s waist sent a narrow-eyed look his way.

Here, amidst the noise and the drinks and the laughter, he was invisible. He was basically the best spy in the world, he was brilliant, he was fantastic, he was invincible—

“Deacon?”

Now, Deacon had often heard his name sound like a threat, as if his very existence was an affront to some people, but then most of those people were Desdemona and she preferred a small pistol in a calf holster.

The memory of a minigun shoved against his spine made him wince.

“Fahrenheit,” he called cheerily, turning on one foot to see a scowl the size of the Glowing Sea. “Lovely to see you!”

“It’s not,” she replied flatly, chewing on a cocktail stick with some glow-in-the-dark dye in her orange hair. “Although, I’ve been meaning to have a word.”

“Huh,” Deacon replied very eloquently, and made a mental note to run for the nearest exit. “Are they of the four-letter variety?”

Fahrenheit tilted her head to the side in thought, and just when Deacon thought he was going to get away with this scot-free, she aimed a very small smirk over his shoulder that said, look who I found.

“Well, well, well, look what the kitten dragged in! Pen’s not here to save you now, Deacs,” Hancock taunted, using the nickname that Deacon would forever maintain he hated – and he did, but only when Hancock used it.

Fahrenheit gave him a smile full of teeth – and whendid she start looking so menacing? That was definitely new. Had she grown? That hardly seemed fair. “Well, seems he’s been treating himself all night.”

Hancock tutted loudly. “Bet he’s not paid a single cap either.”

Deacon took a step backwards and found that, somehow, he had been cornered, and the brick wall at his back rudely refused to let him through.

Well, shit.

If they killed him, he was going to be so angry.

Fahrenheit looked past him to raise a brow at Hancock, and Deacon read the expression as clear as day, get it.

“Get what,” Deacon asked, enjoying Hancock’s frown when he could understand their silent conversation. “What is he getting?”

“Stop doing that,” Fahrenheit muttered, glaring when he offered her a smile. Amazingly, she was completely unmoved. Crazy. “I think you’ve pulled enough tricks today, time for yours.”

Deacon managed to get the word trickout of his mouth before a bucket of destroyed pumpkins was dumped over his head. The cold, slick mess sliding down his neck and making him shiver. If that wasn’t it all, Hancock topped it off by putting half a pumpkin on top of his head.

“Make a scary face,” Hancock said, disappearing with a bark of laughter.

Deacon raised unimpressed eyes to see Fahrenheit smirking at him, and then, of all things, she chucked him on the chin and murmured, “Cute, now clear off.”

Deacon reeled back with a vaguely affronted frown when she walked off without a backwards glance, but as he dashed his pumpkin helmet to the floor, he rolled on his heels and hummed.

She definitely liked him.

It was the work of seconds to break into the State House and slip past the few on-duty guards – most of them were celebrating out front, and the others were already a few too many sheets to the wind.

Following the blueprints he had committed to memory, he’d only managed to get his soaked shirt off of his head when he heard footsteps outside the double doors of Hancock’s room, and absent-mindedly congratulated the ghoul and his shadow for having trained their people so well.

Annoyingly well.

“If you’re going to prank him, my side’s next to the wall—” Pen cut herself off with a strangled noise when she saw him, somewhere between aggrieved and amused.

“Uh, what are you doing?”

Pen wouldn’t look at him, hand shielding one side of her face. “I don’t know, seeing you like this feels like looking behind the curtain, it’s all wrong.”

Deacon snorted, wiping the rest of the pumpkin seeds from his head with a frilly shirt, and then pulled his jacket back on. “What’s funnier, me pretending to be you in your bed, or just getting into Fahrenheit’s?”

Pen opened her mouth as if to roundly deny both ideas, but then she saw him trying to get seeds out of his ears. “Both, I’ll stall Fahrenheit. Do you have a blonde wig?”

Deacon pulled his jacket open to expose ten pockets, two masks, and a fake nose. “What do you think?”

dddaredevil:

A small gripe I have with the Netflix show is how easily Matt got beaten up on it. Like, yeah it takes place during the early years of Matt being DD so there’s going to be a learning curve, but c’mon guys, Matt is one of the best hand-to-hand combatants in the entire Marvel Universe, like, canonically. Even Captain America hesitates when going toe-to-toe with this guy. 

The Netflix show made it look so easy to beat the guy up when it’s really, really not.

Or rather I guess it would be more accurate to say that with the story and pacing Netflix went with we rarely got to see Matt operating at his peak, and so I think a lot of newer fans have a skewed perception of Matt’s abilities