idk i just like this bit

When will people learn that you can’t “sneak” a picture of Harry, he will always know that you are there taking an image of him during his downtime without his permission with the intention of sharing it with thousands of people on the internet. Do you I guess, but understand that he sees you and he knows. And while I’m sure he’s gotten used to it, he probably doesn’t enjoy it very much.

anonymous asked:

I would understand if you would want to restart and do a new storyline or whatever. Of course, I would be a bit sad, but I understand your reasoning for that. I would ask, though, that maybe you don't delete everything? Maybe move the art to a different blog or something? I am in love with the art that you've done so far, so I would like to be able to still go back and look at it, y'know? IDK, that's my two cents. Will you be making a post about your decision later?

i will be making a post on my decision, yes! youre not the first person to suggest something like that, so maybe i will do something like that? i’ll see what i can think of ❤
and um. just to add it here.
thank you guys for the overwhelmingly positive and sweet and loving and supportive responses. i really hadnt expected people to be so wonderful. i ended up crying a bit but like good crying, you know? thank you all very much

(Pipi sending this)

idk i just really  like the bit in the manga where izuku catches up with all might while he’s jogging, after he’s spent one for all completely

like this guy is so worn down but he’s determined to live and keep mentoring and protecting izuku and his other students and so even in this state he’s determined to be in the best shape he can manage. all might needs so many hugs and im p sure he’s not getting them

just generally, he’s such a great character. i love this whole business of… he was so determined that a powerful symbol could change things, and he took that on. and it worked, in some regards, but it wasn’t something that could last, and we can see that there are serious drawbacks and consequences to the experiment both to himself and society at large. so now we have this guy who meant well, and tried his best, and it worked for a while but now it’s imploded, but he still means well and is still trying his best.  everyone looked to him for all the answers, because he deliberately put himself in that position, but on many levels he has no idea wtf he’s doing and he’s still going to give it his best effort. this is very incoherent, sorry. just, all might is great

liltoothbrush  asked:

Oh boy, what do we have here, I WANT ALL OF THEM jk can i request a 30 for kacchako? You're the best 💖

I think this is gonna be the toughest and shortest one out of them because this is too tight as plot-wise and… idk? It turned out to be a bit clumsy. I’ll just let my imagination fly. And you are the best hon, where did your creativity come from? WRITE ME A FIC TOO.

Bakugou Katsuki hated libraries.

This was general knowledge among all students that dared come near the blonde– which reduced the count to, like, a pair of people? which was a bit sad actually. But Bakugou didn’t mind having a lame social life as long as nobody took him to a library. He had actually tried some tutoring with Kirishima some months ago and trust him, being kicked out of the quietest place on Earth was everything but pleasant.

Today, however, he had no other option but stay there, in the jampacked library full of nerds listening to music or reading books like their life depended on it. All tables were taken around him: shelves were surrounded with people swarming for tons of emboilled wording, tables were packed to the brim with bags, sheets and notebooks. There was this lingering scent of wood, pine, and closeness around him, silence that tried to be silent but ended being composed of hushed murmurs.

He knew why,

It was because of his table.

His table had the best spot in the entire library. It was near enough to the entrance, but not as close as to let winter breezes reach him. There was a big window by his side, letting night snow be seen, but cars weren’t heard this late in the evening. It shows that Yuuei was going through it’s final exams– Bakugou had, no joke, been there from sun to sun and he was too tired to deal with people.

They whispered.

They whispered because his table was completely devoid of any people but him, everyone too scared to approach him lest he threw a tantrum over personal space and threw them off the window. The fire king was fierce, had possesion of the best table around and was undeniably untouchable.

Bakugou, again, hated libraries. They weren’t as silent as they preached to be, there was always this subtone of hushed voices that spoke no pragmatic matter, only petty gossiping that brought no good to his ears. He was easy into focusing, and quirk to do his homework, but that little toneless chatter was pestering him– hell, if he couldn’t stand Deku’s mumbling for a living, how was he going to condone such generalized murmuring all around him?

Another of his pencils broke in twain when he heard his name being pronounced among a pair of girls. Maybe his pencil breaking business was what got him so isolated. There were people sitting on the floor, as if truthfully fearful of the explosion boy.

Suddenly, a low voice came beside him.

“Can I sit here?” oh, he could recognize that voice anywhere. “All other tables are full.”

He pulled the chair out for Uraraka to take, and she gladly jumped in with a stack of hero law books tucked in his arms. She silently tidied her place with a little smile– people could only stare at her, mouths agape, as if she had dared to cross a forbidden threshold for all humankind. His response to her presence was almost inmediate and utmost unkind. “Don’t make any fucking noise, Uraraka. I can sniff your chatter urges a mile away.”

She rose an eyebrow to him. The first thing he noticed was the lack of spark in her brown pools, a evident sign of exhaustion that he had learnt to tell apart from other ocular displays of her– blinking ‘I need your help’ eyes, doe eyed ‘you’re so cool’ eyes, or the now ‘please I am tired don’t be too hard on me’ eyes, devoid of shine and only full of the brown color of her soul. Drowning in them was the only pathetic way he was willing to die

“I have better stuff to do other than talk with you, you know. As I said, I only sat here because there are no other tables available.”

“You can sit with all those fuckers down on the floor.” he stiffled in a yawn. “I don’t give a damn.”

She decided not to answer that and decided to focus on her books. Uraraka had decided to come to the library mostly because she was too tired to make her way to the dorms without getting some rest. Admittedly, she had expected to find the place empty so she could nap for a pair of minutes in a corner– her plan obviously backfired when the library ended up being full and she had no ther option but sit by Mr. FireHell Blondelocks.

As far as she was concerned, Bakugou’s dorm was being repaired due to some of his angry fits being thrown towards a wall, making his dorm look creepily open. That huge hole by his bed was all but tranquilizing. She should have known he would be in the library while his dorm was under repairations, because he couldn’t stand noise while studying and the crew taking care of his room would sure make too much of it.

Brief story: she was stuck with Bakugou until she finished her homework. And time was passing by way too slowly to her liking.

There was a moment when people started leaving the room. Stars twinkled outside the building and threw some shadows across the wooden floor, and lamps lit up the cozy place with a dim, orange light. Uraraka found this to be a bit too pleasant for her tired senses– there was a second in which her head fell a bit too down for Bakugou’s liking, who had been watching her silently as she started to doze off.

“Oi.” he nudged her rudely, and her head snapped up again. “Don’t go falling asleep on me.”

She started messing with her hair sheepishly, making Bakugou fidget uncomfortably in his seat. That antic of hers drove him insane: she was always doing it in front of everyone, in front of teachers, in front of fucking Deku. And he sometimes wondered what the fuck did that bastard have to make her so nervous when he couldn’t wake a single of her hairs up while being by far the most fearsome boy in their class.

“I’m sorry.” whispered she. He saw her grimace, keeping a yawn in– and it made him outwardly yawn, hand covering his mouth. “It’s been a rough day, today. I’ve been going from one place to another and I just couldn’t wait to crash the bed.”

And Bakugou understood the struggle. He was also fighting the exhaustion away, barely keeping it at bay and the fact that the staff had decided to royally mess with him by turning on the heat was not fucking helping. He had already removed his jacket and he was still a bit too warm to his liking. Knowing Uraraka and how sleepy she was, the fight must be tougher for her.

He shuffled a bit closer to her, feeling himself more tired than ever. “There’s not much people around.”

Her head rested on her palm now, looking at him with an interested gaze. “Mhm.”

“You can have your damn sleep, now.”

This– this startled her. He could have a heart, too? What was the world coming to that night? “Are you suggesting to keep watch on me… and actually let me have a little nap?”

“I am not gonna be your fucking babysitter.” spat he, crimsom eyes glaring at her despite the kindness within his flames. He eyed her unkempt hair and the dryness of her pretty stars, and her skin suddenly seemed paler than usual. “You look like a car ran over you. If you can’t take care of yourself I’ll have to show you how to fucking do it.”

He legit slammed her head against the wooden table, making a loud terrifying noise. Somebody could have mistaken that with a murdering attempt. Uraraka, however, laughed at his antics while watching the snowflakes drop before her. “I could use… some sleep.”

Bakugou almost didn’t catch what she said, as she was inmediately out of commision the moment her head crashed against the table. “Stupid woman.” mumbled he, taking a last glimpse at his diagrams and summaries while keeping an eye on her. Her hair was a mess, and he could tell it was bothering her.

Bakugou caressed her cheek with his fingertips and quickly brushed some strands away, the notion inmediately bringing him close to rage with this newfound feeling of intimacy. “Fuck this girl, fuck her!” he glared at her. “Fuck her in hell…”

But the way she was sleeping was kind of cute, too. Her head rested atop her hands, even breaths fanning some locks away and her face in peace for the first time in a while. He had never seen her so relaxed until now, and the image filled him with a sense of peace that he didn’t know he could feel until he stumbled with her.

His back was throbbing. He bet hers wasn’t right now.

She must be… comfortable, too.

Bakugou looked away and started cursing colorfully as he took his jacket from his spot on the chair’s back, and put it on top of her quiet body. The thought of her scent impregnating his clothes wouldn’t occur to him until midnight clocked by– and he would fall asleep thinking about her, too.

The blonde blushed, and all he could think about now was about how good a nap would be to him and how nice her warmth would be– he was half a meter away from her and he could already feel her whole self lulling him to sleep against his will.

That had to be illegal. His heart should be racing as hard as it was.

Eventually, Bakugou gave in and his head ended up on his arms too, both teens closer together than they had ever been– and Bakugou had taken her sweater as a paid back, he thought tiredly and without much logic, and draped it across his back. 

Uraraka shifted closer to him in her sleep, and he was only drawn to her scent. The sound of snowflakes melting against the windowpane made him remember that he hated libraries, but he would never hate this spot and he could forget about this hatred for a while as long as Uraraka was by him all the time, too.

She had had tons of space to sit at– floors and on top of shelves. But all tables had been full and, at the end of the day, he couldn’t find the heart to complain.

Aizawa eventually found both kids fast asleep on the table and sighed. “Man, kids these days. They grow up so fast.”

Apparently I reached 300 followers over night and that’s so great! Thank you so much…I feel like I plateaued at around 280 followers for a while and now I reached 300 which feels pretty cool aaawwww!!!

Idk, I’m very glad that I have a community that I can share my thoughts and stuff that is important to me with. Thank you so much and I hope y'all don’t regret following my blog lol

My bloggoals are to make someone feel a bit better and to spread as much kindness and positivity as possible

Ily'all and I hope you are having a great day! 💓


Her first catch.

It was at this point that I kind of realised she shouldn’t really be doing this if she’s a vegetarian and I wondered if there was any negative moodlets she would get afterwards. But nope, she didn’t, was disappointed me a little bit.

I understand that people decide to be vegetarian for different reasons but I thought it would be kind of a universal thing that if you’re a vegetarian you wouldn’t fish, considering you’re catching and killing an animal.

Anyway, I kind of wish I didn’t pick vegetarian as one of her traits now because it just doesn’t feel right to me.

anonymous asked:

hello! so i've just started reidentifying as a woman(? with womanhood? whatever that means, idk yet) and finding your blog has been a blessing. i'm confused about what i want regarding my body (i'm on T and no longer have ovaries) and was wondering if you perhaps knew of any blogs run by women who detransitioned physically/medically. reading your gender tag has already helped me enormously so thank you!! just figured i'd ask because i'm a bit lost right now

I know several but I am not terribly sure who wants their URL spread publicly on a blog with this many followers and I don’t like giving URLs out in quite that way without asking first! I would advise you to just track the detransition tag and follow women who seem the most kind to you- I do, and loads of women write really kind and helpful and useful and honest writing around that experience. Even though I never physically transitioned, it is still really healing for me to regularly talk to and read the work of other women who’ve also gone through the process of reidentification. I’m glad you have found the tag helpful- I am honestly always changing my mind on things but just being open about the process of reidentifying as female and the work that has gone into that reclamation and trying to figure out sort of how to make sense of myself has been helpful for me, and I am happy to hear it has been helpful for you.

Welcome home, sister! I know this is a difficult thing to do and I am so proud of you and so proud to have you back in this space. Please always know that I am here to talk about reidentification, on or off anon, and many, many other women are too, and that you are never alone and there are tons of women walking the same path, tons who will walk it after you, and there are tons of women who have already done the same. Womanhood is made stronger and enriched by your return to embracing it, and if you ever feel weird or uncomfortable or just upset and need to talk, please shoot me or someone else a line!

AND IT IS ONCE AGAIN TIME FOR THE RARE PAIRS, then again all my otps are kinda rare pairs :’(  Anyway Askin and Harribel here for @levaarik. Idk another (belated) bday gift for harri, where she has some fun. And whoever is confused, how Harri can come with a Quincy together, just imagine someone takes the time finally (like Askin) and visits her, bit difficult but shhh. 

anonymous asked:

the children's hour is terrible bc it's vaguely about lesbianism but the play was written in like the 30s so. idk why I expected a happy ending but. Audrey is in it & it's about her and her live in gal pal & I still kinda liked it even though it's terrible, would recommend apart from the last five minutes

i just looked at the synopsis and it looks !! rough !! lesbian movies during that time r very rough oh man oh man- but i think i will still check this one out !! it reminds me a tiny bit of olivia (1951) which also ends tragically

anonymous asked:

Look you can start patreon or coffee thig (idk what's called). I mean people can help you if they can. I know what's it like to struggle with money so I understand how hard it is to ask for it. But I'm sure there are people that want to help you out. I started working at my new place 2 days ago so I wouldn't be able to help you out right away but after a month or so I'll be more than happy to do it, even a little bit :D. -D

I’d just feel bad because of it. You’re too sweet, thank you 🖤🖤

anonymous asked:

i think that either yugyeom did it and bambam's covering up for him or yugbam were in on it together from the start..... either way bam's hiding something

omg i thought that for a sec too… bc i think that yugyeom is acting just a bit TOO sweet n innocent?? so idk either yugyeom did it but idk for what reason (maybe to hide that he n mark had a thing?) n bambam helped cover it up OR bambam did it like out of jealousy or anger that he thought mark n yugyeom had a relationship n yugyeom helped cover it up BUT….. i think bambam is cheating on yugyeom fjskdljfs bc he wont say where he was for those 3 hours n he wouldn’t even tell yugyeom so he had to be somewhere that he couldn’t tell his boyfriend n yugyeom said he came back smelling strongly of cologne… as if… he tried to cover the smell… of someone else… OR MAYBE THE SMELL OF CHLORINE FROM THE POOL SHIT IM REALISING THINGS I GOTTA TAKE NOTES 

anonymous asked:

DAD I saw this post on insta and it was like when all of exo went to eat Kyungsoo accidently got drunk but no one knew he was drunk until he started taking off his phone screen protector and putting it on over and over and idk thought you should know

IM SERIOUSLY SO EMOTIONAL RN can you all picture his stubby fingers peeling back the film protector and him giggling to himself when he tries to put it back on perfectly with his cheeks pink from whatever he was drinking and his wide eyes a bit glazed over but still shining. JUST HE’S HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE IN HIS LIL CORNER TAKING OFF AND PUTTING ON THIS SCREEN PROTECTOR WHILE EVERYONE WATCHES HIM AND IS LIKE ????? 

i really do love my boy so much im so soft

anonymous asked:

hey! i'm questioning my sexuality and honestly i'm thinking maybe i'm more into women (like exclusively) but idk i've had crushes on guys and they feel a bit forced now after the fact but at the same time i'm not entirely sure about that. the more i think about it they feel a lot like i just got obsessed with every guy that was nice to me, and especially in recent years my crushes on girls have felt more authentic but then again people say attraction can feel different for different genders idk

i would check our tag on coercive/compulsory heterosexuality because it’s very common for lesbians to fake crushes on guys that they’re friendly with because we feel obligated to like guys

tbh if u say ur crushes on girls have felt more authentic and u crush on any guy that’s nice to u it sounds like ur a lesbian. i know i had a phase in which i thought i liked any guy that i was friendly with but i wasn’t actually attracted to any of them; i just felt that i should be. 

good luck dear!

anonymous asked:

I saw your answer on someone's q about a horse that's chewing like mad on the bit and my horse does that too but just when I ask her for some contact... (the bit fits, her teeth are ok, if I don't touch her mouth she leaves the bit alone). Especially when I try to bend her towards her "stiffer" side... idk what to do anymore and the barn owner said i should just wait it out and let her work her "frustration" out like that... I hope you have some advice for me... have a good day 💕

How does she bend in a halter? If she can’t flex left and right off a halter, she won’t be able to do it in a bit. If she can do it in a halter, I’d recommend a full cheek with a gentle mouthpiece, and let the lateral pressure help her out there.Y You can also hang the bit, keep the halter on, and work on those bitless flexions with the bit in her mouth. I also like this video on bitted flexions. He has another on lateral flexions tho I haven’t watched it recently.

But yeah work bitless, get her soft and flexible without the bit (and I don’t mean forcibly in one session a la Clinton Anderson, I mean gradually over the course of a few sessions, with gentle wiggling pressure, immediate release at the tiniest try, and never asking for more than she’s physically comfortable with), do the same bitless exercises while she’s bridled, and then the same exercises but off the bit.

That and general lunging/in hand/stretching work to make sure she’s relaxed and able to bend overall. If she’s stiff all through one side, just fixing her mouth won’t do anything.

Anywayyyy hope that helps?

luffy-the-hokage  asked:

Does Investigator Girl have a rival? Like someone who always escapes in the last second, hides little notes for her at the crime scene (no murder, just thievery, idk) or even lets herself gets captured intentionally sometimes, just to lockpick the handcuffs and then to flee?

OMgggqkdkskd that’s a super good idea I’m into it 100%
That’s like smooth flirt and i’m super here for it, tho maybe that would be a bit unnecessary for the dating sim? Since it’s supposed to be between MC and investigator zkdk

anonymous asked:

Hey Chris!!! When you got back into running after your injury did you ever feel frustrated with your pace/ low mileage/ endurance etc. ? I'm coming back from an injury & while I'm extremely grateful for getting to run again I'm also a bit frustrated with myself. I want to jump right back into running or be as good at it as I was before the injury. Idk I guess it just makes me sad that it seems like I lost all my progress. Any tips on how to deal with that feeling?:/

Omg anon I KNOW how frustrating it can be! Have faith in yourself. It’s a process and something that takes a lot of patience and faith…faith is believing in the good of the unknown…it’s believing in the not yet seen, and I promise you that you will do amazing things with running :) Stay patient and trust the process. Yes, you DO lose fitness when you aren’t running for some time, but it comes back! Stay strong, put in the work, be consistent, and believe. It makes the journey that much more rewarding :)