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anonymous asked:

It really makes me uncomfortable with the idea of Aizawa really having romantic relationships. Like also beyond just my headcanons it doesn't make sense. Like in the manga loads of people have said he's really logical or practical and it just doesn't make sense he'd allow himself such a big weakness. Sorry these were my thoughts and if you disagree with them please feel free to share!

lol i headcanon him as ace/aro (and possibly sex repulsed) so no worries dude, i totally understand

he’s just shown absolutely no interest in having any sort of romantic or sexual relationship, and literally all the dude wants to do is sleep. not to mention, his horrified reaction to Ms. Joke’s silly marriage proposals do nothing but strengthen my view of this, haha

the poor man just has no energy or desire for these sorts of relationships

please, just let the poor tired hobo man sleep. he deserves his rest


1. “Hi Mom!” on October 1, 2005 (first SNL episode)

2. “Hi Maggie!” on May 6, 2006 (after their wedding)

3. “Hi Maggie, hi Hannah!” on October 10, 2009 (after Hannah’s birth)

4. “Hi Maggie, [hi Hannah], hi Harper!” on September 15, 2012 (after Harper’s birth)

5. “Hi Maggie, hi Hannah, hi Harper!” on May 18, 2013 (last SNL episode)

6. “Goodnight Maggie, goodnight Hannah, goodnight Harper!” on October 11, 2014 (appearance as host)

the whole “college students are poor and eat nothing but ramen noodles” thing is really hilarious until you’re actually in college living off ramen and then someone makes you a homecooked meal just out of the blue and you bust into tears because you didnt even realize how much you missed that kind of thing

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I can choose to reject him, right? Even if he helped us, I can’t… I’m sorry, I just can’t accept this guy into my team after what he did to me. To Kevin. I can never forget. Don’t think my brain’ll ever let me forget. I wish things were different, but he did what he did, and he helped screw up my family. 

And I feel like it’ll always be an incomplete cycle of regret now.


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            “We didn’t immediately hit it off. I may have kinda fallen in love at first sight, but after my encounter with Garnet, I decided to build a bond first.”

“We knew each other for, like, 2 weeks before you told me you loved me.”

            “Well, I–”

“And then you started reading Shakespeare love poems to me outside my window.”

           “Yeah, but–”

“And then you kept stuffing my mailbox full of love letters.”

           “I-Is that a bad thing??”



{{ this took so long! i kinda gave up near the end and added dialogue instead of, like, five more panels. here’s an extra: }}

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Seb does a strip tease and lap dance

Chris watches with wide eyes, his nostrils flaring. They’re at a club, the entire cast, after the UK premiere, and he’s lost most of them. Last he saw, Mackie was flirting with a grinning Scarlett and Hayley had disappeared into the dancing crowd. Even Sam was chatting up the bartender. But Chris was looking at Sebastian, who’d gone loose and soft after they’d plied him with a few shots. Seb, who was shy and sweet with piercing eyes and permanently red bitten lips, who always looked surprised when they included him in their plans. 

Sebastian, who is currently rolling his hips against a girl with barely anything on, his teeth white in the low light. Chris can’t look away, his drink tight in his hand, staring at the way the shadows sharpened Sebastian’s cheekbones and the curve of his jaw. Sebastian looks up and catches Chris’ eyes, his grin broadening. He slips away from the girl and makes his way over, body loose and easy in a way it hardly ever is.

“Fella like you shouldn’t be sitting by himself,” he says, licking his lips and dragging his eyes up Chris’ body. Chris shivers, feeling hot under the fabric of his shirt. 

“I–” Whatever he is about to say dies when Sebastian plucks his drink out of his hand and downs it, his throat working as he swallows. Chris is helpless to do anything but watch. He makes a soft sound when Sebastian leans close, eyes glittering. 

“Let me make it interesting for you,” he purrs, hot in his ear and Chris leans his head back, swallowing back a gasp when Sebastian settles right in his lap. Fuck.

Someone is gonna see,” he breathes, fingers treacherously curling around his hips. And there’s that grin again, wolfish and sharp.

“No one recognizes us here,” he murmurs, dragging his nail lightly down Chris’ neck. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he smirks, his r’s softened and curved in a way that betrays his accent. Chris suddenly wonders what the man sounds like when he’s flushed with arousal and can only remember his first language and he shudders hard.

Sebastian takes it as a yes and grinds his hips, slow and dirty, and tucked away in the corner like they are, with the beat pumping around them and the lights a dark blue, they just look like two men, overcome by their surroundings. Seb does something with his hips and curls his fingers through Chris’ hair and Chris gasps at the sharp burst of arousal that sends curling through him, settling low in his stomach.

God,” he pants, eyes wide, arrested by the sight of Seb with his mouth wet from the drink and his slim, lithe body twisting to the music and on his lap, Chris is so hard he hurts. 

“Not here right now,” Seb says, low and breathless as he drags his nails through the hair on the nape of Chris’ neck just to watch him twitch. He licks his lips, noticing the way Chris’ eyes slide to the movement and he runs his hands down Chris’ muscled chest before humming. Chris can’t help the groan that tumbles from his mouth when Sebastian starts unbuttoning his own shirt, revealing skin. His eyes rove over him hungrily and he wants to touch but Sebastian gives him a look through his lashes that just dares him to try and his cock twitches in his pants. Chris is so fucked, so goddamn fucked. This goddamn kid who’d waltzed into his life years ago, who had made him laugh on set and who’d walked around with his little plastic knife and lit up like a fucking Christmas tree every time someone talked to when it wasn’t related to working.

“Hey,” Sebastian’s voice breaks him out of his thoughts, and, oh, he’s completely divested himself of a shirt, and he looks good. Not as muscled as he was during filming, but strong and capable, with a light dusting of hair on his skin. Chris wants to take Sebastian’s face between his hands and bite on his lower lip until he loses it and Sebastian must see something on his face because he makes this strangled sound and he stops dancing (more like fucking writhing) on his lap. 

“Chris?” His voice is hesitant and low and Chris can’t do it anymore, reaching out to do exactly what he’d been thinking. Sebastian stills against him before he absolutely melts, groaning when Chris sinks his teeth into his lower lip. His fingers curl in Chris’ shirt and he tries to shove himself closer, his hips rolling down desperately, with none of the finesse of before and Chris is rising up to meet him, still licking into his mouth and kissing Seb like he owns him and did Seb just fucking whimper? He breaks the kiss to breathe but they’re still so close they might as well be kissing and Seb is murmuring in a language he can’t understand, his eyes wide, those lashes long and thick and Chris kisses him again when he whines, the friction so good it’s insane, and really they shouldn’t be doing this in pants because he’s gonna ruin them and won’t that be an embarrassing ride home, but he can’t stop, can’t stop swallowing Sebastian’s keens and moans, the way his hands can’t seem to stop touching Chris’ chest or shoulders.

And he breaks the kiss just to get his mouth on that jaw, to nudge it up and bare that beautiful throat and Sebastian is making these pleading, needy noises that cut through him like lightning and drives his hips up just as he sinks his teeth into the divot between shoulder and neck. Sebastian actually cries out, his body tensing and stilling, fingers curled against the nape of Chris’ neck and Chris actually growls, licking the mark and he’s so goddamn close, just a little more, and Seb shifts, his ass rubbing right against Chris’ crotch and he’s gone, face buried against Seb’s neck to smother his gasp.

They sit there for a long moment, both breathing hard, Sebastian’s hands trembling as they absently run through Chris’ hair. Chris pulls back and Sebastian’s eyes have gone wide and stunned, that beautiful slick mouth parted.

“Come back with me,” Chris says impulsively and Sebastian swallows, tongue darting out to wet his lips once before he nods.

And Chris grins, reaching out to press his thumb on the bite mark that will bruise tomorrow, delighted at the shiver that goes through Seb’s body.

The night’s not over yet. 


                         Fairytale AU: No happily ever after for…. Cinderella.
When the glass slipper fit perfectly, the prince asked to marry Cinderella but before she set off to the palace with him, she wanted to have a little chat with her step mother and step sisters. Despite of the fact they mistreated her and made her life pretty miserable, she ended up forgiving them and invited one of them (her less cruel step sister) to join her and live in the palace too. However, as time as days went by the Prince realized Cinderella didn’t turn out to be that sweet girl he met at the ball because once Cinderella started living in the palace and started living a lifestyle she wasn’t used to, within time she began growing greedy and selfish. — and due to the following events Prince Charming decided to postponed the wedding until further notice with the excuse of wanting to get to know Cinderella better but instead he found comfort in Ella’s step-sister and later on began to have a relationship with her behind Ella’s back. And obviously it was just matter of time before the Prince realized he choose to marry the wrong sister and decided to stood up Ella at their wedding and run away with her step sister.