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anonymous asked:

Y'all got some hc's about todoroki with a quirkless s/o?

Ahh thank you for my first request! I hope these were okay, just let me know if you want them rewritten :)

Todoroki with a Quirkless s/o Headcannons

  • Shouto isn’t possessive, but he is protective, and you being quirkless brings out his protectiveness tenfold
  • He’s pretty subtle with it though, it’s really just simple things like keeping an arm around your waist, standing a little closer, making sure you’re always in his line of sight, trying to avoid any potentially dangerous situations whenever possible, etc.
  • If you ever feel like you being quirkless would be a problem or that you’re a burden, Shouto is immediately going to tell you every minute of every day if he has to that he loves you for who you are, not your abilities (or lack, thereof)
  • You already know he’s going to protect you from his father at all costs. No dates at his house, and no going places where his father could possibly be present
  • Would lowkey always try to impress you with his quirk, though
  • Makes cute little ice sculptures for every time he sees you
  • Shouto’s gonna be your biggest supporter, albeit a quiet one, in everything you do
  • Got an A on a test? He’s there, offering to take you out to celebrate.
  • Finally got around to that thing you’ve been putting off for weeks? He’s there, arms around your waist and telling you how proud he is
  • Tell him about the things you’ve been struggling with? You’re immediately trapped in his arms and he’s showering you with praise and quiet affections, telling you how strong you are
  • Boy sure knows how to make you feel loved

lesson stuff

  • outdoor arena!!!
  • was going around the rail and skye kept diving in so i had to be Strong With My Inside Leg i.e. thump her with it, so, hooray
  • we did some mounted flexions which were very interesting tho idk how much they’ll generalize to what I want to do
  • got some cool insights into the neck muscles
  • also today I felt a lot more tuned in to Skye, like I could tell when she was cocking a leg, and I could feel her breathing, and when she took a deep breath or sighed, and none of that is revelatory but I just felt a lot more. Also took a shorter rein than I usually do, so I got to feel more of what she was doing with her mouth and that was very cool
  • the whole lesson was a little bit of a clusterfuck but we ended on a good note. got a really nice little trot transition out of her without having to kick, released her to the walk after a few strides and praised, let her walk up to the mounting block, made her trot away lol, then immediately released her back to the walk and dismounted, it was nice

ALSO major thing: when we were doing some of our clusterfuck trot transitions (idk why it was so hard out in that arena, she might have just been focused elsewhere), she went into canter for a few strides

I’ve been anxious about canter and feeling out of control (youthful trauma lol) BUT this time I just automatically straightened up, sat back, and just rode it for a few strides until I got her back down to a trot, and it felt 100% natural

that it was a) not scary/didn’t make me drop my aids and stop her and b) I just automatically did the correct thing was GREAT and a big idk mental sign for me that ‘hey! you’re starting to get the hang of this. be more confident. you won’t die’

nothing super exciting but that moment was a really great feeling

anonymous asked:

new daddy fics ?? and good luck !

I’ll try! :)

And thanks, my exams went quite well, should’ve passed all of them. :D

Daddy Louis

Give It To Me (I’m Worth It) (Harry in the red shorts, YES)

hop hop hop (this is so kinky, seriously)

Our Day Will Come (If We Just Wait A While)

Love Me Like You Do

Got A Lot You Wanna Show Off Baby (rather sugar daddy)

if you don’t want to take it slow

like craters in the moon

I went looking for some fics which were written recently (May/April) and since there were only daddy Louis ones, I hope this fits your idea of a daddy fic. :)

Peer Pressure
The Screamers
Peer Pressure

Everywhere I look, I get pressure from my peers
Some of them are straight and some of them are queers
Some of them are black and some of them are white
Some of them are wrong and some of them are right
Peer pressure, peer pressure, I can’t say no
Peer pressure, peer pressure, it won’t let go
Feel it in the morning, all through the day
Peer pressure, peer pressure, no other way
Feel it at night, what can i do
Peer pressure, peer pressure what should i do
Got it for you, you got it for me
Peer pressure, peer pressure, can’t you see
Feel it at your school, feel it at your job
Peer pressure makes me want to join the mob
The pressure is building, it’s getting so hot
Peer pressure makes me want to fit in a slot
Everywhere i go, I just can’t shake it
Everyone I meet, they’re just too mistaken
It’s not right, It’s always there
I give in, I don’t care
I got it for you, you got it for me
Peer pressure, peer pressure, can’t you see
Pressure on you
Pressure on you
Pressure on you
Pressure on you
Pressure on you
Pressure on you
Pressure on you
Pressure on you
Pressure on you

Let It Go Fangirl Edition

The screen glows bright on my tablet tonight
Not a sane soul to be seen.
A fandom of desperation,
And it looks like I’m the Queen.

Food wrappers pile up like the mess i am inside
Couldn’t keep away, heaven knows I tried

One more episode, one more replay
It won’t affect me, I’ve always been OK
It’s not real, don’t feel, don’t let yourself go…
Well now I’m gone…

Let it go, let it go
Can’t hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Curled up rocking on the floor

I don’t care 
What my brain will say
Let the feels rage on,
I didn’t need my heart anyway

It’s funny how some fangirling 
Makes real problems seem small
And the real life I once lived in
Won’t appeal to me at all

It’s time to sleep but no can do
Got to click on this link and scroll through
No exercise, no bed for me
I’m free

Let it go, let it go
I am one with the screams and sighs
Let it go, let it go
All I can do is cry

Here I sit
And here I’ll stay
Let the feels rage on

My room is full of TARDIS models on the ground
My walls are plastered with “keep calm” posters all around
And one friend IRL is more than I can claim
My fandom is my life, 
My friends, my soul, my name

Let it go, let it go
When I’ll go to bed at dawn
Let it go, let it go
That normal girl is gone

Here I sit
For the third straight day
Let the feels rage on,
I didn’t need a life anyway.

tényleg nem szeretek tipikus magyarozni

de bazmeg, amikor a szigeten a taxiknál elég szép hosszú sor áll (egyébként lazán lement 15-20 perc alatt) és a csávó meg a csaja simán bepofátlankodnak a sor legelejére, majd amikor a mögöttünk álló külföldiek jelzik, hogy ugyan haver léci menjél már hátra, hogy aztán végül mindössze három sorral hátrébb landolj, mint ahova bepofátlankodtál, ezek után te elkezded magyarul kurva hangosan szidni a bevándorló külföldiek gecis kurva anyját amerikai zászlós tetkóval a válladon, akkor tényleg csak azt tudom mondani, hogy nálad magyarabb féreg senkit még akkor sem tudnék produkálni, ha megenném most Bol-dogot, majd megkenném erős pistával a reggeli szaromat utána.

tényleg annyira felbasztam magam, hogy képes voltam szólni ennek a Artist-passos parasztnak a másik Artist-passzos szőke picsájával együtt, hogy azért nehogymár még neked álljon feljebb, hogy bepofátlankodsz mások elé, akik kivárták a fél órát (ebben a mondatban elhangzott részemről a te hülye paraszt és a büdös tahó is!!!!), mire ez az iszonyatosan degenerált ostoba véglény képes volt azt reagálni, hogy

Na, gyere ki és játsszuk le!!!

erre már a csajom is azt mondta, hogy na takarodj a kurva anyádba, mire képes volt neki is azt mondani, hogy

Gyere, bazmeg, szállj ki és játsszuk le!!!

ez a tökéletes példa arra, miért ne hívjunk a szigetre aviciit meg robbie williamst meg úgy igazából semmit, amire az átlag magyarnak szüksége van.

azért megyek ki a szigetre, hogy pont az ilyen feszítős faszkártyákat messze elkerüljem egy hétig és a legnagyobb gondom a vízipisztollyal rohangáló Tigris-jelmezes hollandok legyenek, maximum.

de még így is én érzem szarul magam, mert igazából ki is szállhattam volna a taxiból és beletörölhettem volna a segglyukam a szemüregébe, de persze nem tettem, mert sajnos az ilyen esetekben az ember mindig utólag okosabb és már baromira menni akartam haza meg egyébként is eléggé spicces voltam, illetve az erőszakot is jobban szeretem xboxon vagy Van Damme-filmekben nézni.

mindenesetre ha ismer itt valaki egy csávót, akinek artist-passa lehetett a szigetre pénteken, a bal vállán van egy elforgatott amerikai zászló és egy hasonló kaliberű, szintén artist-passos szőke csajjal nyomult, kérem küldje el nekem privátban az elérhetőségét, mert szívesen megismerném!