might be more to come

anonymous asked:

Do you know any Bakugou centric (KiriBaku, TodoBaku, or MidoBaku) fanfics that you'd recommend??

KiriBaku / TodoBaku / MidoBaku Okie!! but I haven’t read any new fanfic lately, so I might come back to update more list later UvU👌

Warning: This list bases on my personal taste <(´◔౪◔) Hope u like!

2am Knows All Secrets - KiriBaku (Fluff)
But for now, I’m with you - KiriBaku (chat fic, funny)
Biting the hand that feeds - KiriBaku (nsfw but very hot)
Tweet it out - TodoBaku KiriBaku DekuKatsu (nsfw ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
The Role Reversal - DekuKatsu KiriBaku (omega!Baku)
Marketable - KiriBaku
Relationships for dumbasses - TodoDeku KiriBaku DekuKatsu TodoBaku (This is vry funny, i laugh so hard X’D)
Come@me bro - KiriBaku (cute)
Beasts Within - TodoBakuDeku KiriKami (not sure it’s Baku centric or not, but Baku is hot) 
The beauty of a beast - KiriBaku (fantasy au)
Acceptance and denial - KiriBaku

They are all i can think of right now >////<”
Btw feel free to recommend more Bakugou centric fanfics. I also need it! ;v;)/

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asklyra  asked:

You don't have to answer this today, seems like you've done a lot. But what is it about prime numbers that require a set of rules that 1 has to be excluded for?

I think if I try to draw an answer to this one my hand will fall off. Besides, Braeburn is twirling his lasso again. So text it is!

One reason that comes up more often than you might think is the following theorem, sometimes called the ‘Fundamental Theorem of Arithmetic” by people who like to give things over-dramatic names. 

Theorem. Every positive whole number can be written as a product of prime numbers in a unique way.

So for instance 42 = 2x3x7 and there’s no other way to write this as a product of primes. That simply isn’t true if you allow 1 to be a prime- 42= 1x2x3x7=1x1x2x3x7….

That’s just one example, but as I say it crops up a lot. 


So this should have happened a long time ago but…I think I’m finally shutting down Sarukui for good. 

I’ve had this blog for nearly 2 years now. I’ve had friends come and go, seen some shit, but kept on moving ahead with my owl baby. But. I’ve been falling out of Haikyuu these past few months and keeping up Sarukui has felt like more of a chore then a fun past time. Don’t get me wrong I love the few times I managed to come on and hang out with you guys but idk I just lost my muse and my love for Haikyuu. It’s partly my fault for never being on but it’s just not fun when no one talks to you aside from a few funny quips. So this owl is finally going on a PERMANENT HIATUS

who knows? maybe if fukurodani ever shows up in the manga again or there were more rp blogs for the team i might come back but ehhhh

If you still want to stay in contact with me I’ll be over here on this rp blog, close mutuals can ask for my skype, personal twitter and tumblr.

shoutout to george, fred, and especially ron weasley for realizing that harry was stuck in abusive and unhealthy household and, in spite of the massive trouble they knew they could get in, taking immediate steps to personally see him removed from that environment, something no adult in harry’s life did.


Okay back to happier (?) topics - today’s prompts were firsts/future/tears !!!! and honestly that’s probably a happy set why did I go for this even we might just never know

A small Dieselpunk-inspired Shiro that I needed to get out of my system

Bonus mask thingy for maximum aesthetic:

Happy almost birthday, Shiro! The next leap year is just three years away! You are so close!

I like to think when she opens her mouth to bark what actually comes out is “BLAM BLAM BLAM”.

Anyway, when Josh Keaton says Shiro would have a Shiro dog, you draw a Shiro dog. But, because they’re in space, you make the appropriate adjustments to her. Space dog.

There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back

Originally posted by shxwnmendess

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x non-gender specific character
Request: 9, 20, and 125 from this prompt list/drabble challenge.
Rating: Explicit
Words: 1438

Shawn has always been playful. First night back after two months of touring? A little more so. Tonight, every chance he gets he manages to discreetly smack my bum or  slide his fingertips up the back of my thighs. One would think that after having been separated from his family for months he would like to spend quality time with them, but halfway through the movie that’s playing in the Mendes living room after dinner he fakes sleepiness and excuses us both. I reluctantly follow him upstairs, wanting to finish the movie.

The second Shawn’s bedroom door closes behind us his arms encircle my waist from behind, and he kisses my neck. I spin around in surprise, seeing a grin plastered on his face.

“Okay what’s going on? You’ve been handsy all day!”

“Baby, I’ve missed you. I’ve been gone for ages, and I need you so bad.” He reaches out for me with his hands, pulling me close and kissing me. I push against his shoulders and take a step back.

“Your sister and you parents are downstairs, they could hear us. No way. We are not having sex tonight,” I say in the most serious voice I can muster while watching him bite his lip.

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“Gon, You are light. Sometimes you shine so brightly, I must look away. But even so, is it still okay for me to stay by your side?

anonymous asked:

Oh my goodness your writing is beautiful! <3 If you're open to it, now that we have a fic of Zelda realizing she's in love with Link, can we have one of Link realizing he's in love with Zelda?

Thank you so much!! This has actually been requested a couple times, so without further ado;

The first time he saw her, she had been nothing more than a flash of golden hair. He was at the training grounds, sparring with the other aspiring knights. It wasn’t much sparring on his side rather than easily defeating anyone who approached him for a challenge. Link had grinned at one of his friends, mopping sweat away from his forehead when he saw it – a flash of golden and royal blue out of the corner of his eye. It disappeared almost immediately, but he was left feeling awe.

“Hey, Link, you okay?” One of the others threw their arm around him, and Link’s smile returned.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just thought I saw someone for a moment. Nevermind.”

They went back to sparring, but not before Link could look back once more at the spot where the gold disappeared.

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au where little chubby Yuuri always has Phichit by his side.

Phichit always protects Yuuri from the bullies who shame him for the little extra shed of fat on his body. He assures Yuuri that it’s okay for being how he is and no, ballet is fascinating and doesn’t make Yuuri a “sissy” because Yuuri looks like a beautiful swan soaring through the clouds how could they deride him for something he loves!?

On the other hand, Yuuri always accompanies Phichit for all the shenanigans his friend put him through. Even when their peers claim Phichit “too obnoxiously loud for his own good”, Yuuri assures Phichit that yes, all the stories he tells Yuuri are interesting and please tell Yuuri more, he’d love to hear Phichit raving about that new golden hamster he’d just bought yesterday if that means ever smiling Phichit can stay as the ever smiling Phichit.

It’s Shiro’s birthday so I wanted to write something short and nice for him as my writing warm-up today and this happened instead. Well, it’s definitely birthday-themed at least. 

Have I ever told you about my headcanon that Galra naturally have longer lifespans than humans? Happy Birthday, Shiro.

Keith sits on the edge of the bed, eyes cast downwards, mouth drawn up into a straight, tight line. His hands are resting at the drop-off of the sheets on either side of him, fingers curled in towards the mattress, gripped loosely at its corner. His shoulders curve forwards.

Shiro waits a moment or two, wondering if he’ll come out and say what’s bothering him or let it stew silently. Sometimes it’s one, sometimes it’s the other, depending on the matter, and he doesn’t want to push him if Keith’s going to offer it up himself. But after Shiro has finished changing into his sleep pants and Keith still hasn’t looked up at him, he wants to check in.

“Everything okay?” Shiro asks, coming to stand in front of Keith.

Keith’s eyes flicker up to Shiro, then to the Earth calendar drawn up on the wall, then to the clock that reads 11:58, before he says, “Yeah, it’s fine.”

Ah. So that’s what it is.

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- chapter one: part one -

“There’s a million reasons why this shouldn’t work…but there’s one reason why it should…”

7 Weeks

Two pink lines. What the fuck. No, this couldn’t be happening.

I shook the stick a few good times, knowing the box says you’re really not supposed to but I thought that maybe if I did it hard enough, maybe...just maybe, it would fix the error. Because this was clearly an error. This was clearly a manufacturing error. It was the test, it had to be. The test was defective, the test was clearly defective. Because there was no way this could be right, there was absolutely no way that this test could actually be positive, there was no way I could actually be…pregnant…

Oh God.

The air cinched from my lungs as I plopped down on the toilet seat of my bathroom, the test barely dangling between my loose fingertips over my bent kneecap. Shit. I flicked my head back and forth, shutting my eyes as the heat began to travel from the warped pit of my stomach up to my cheeks, filling them with a sickening flush. Shit, shit, shit. How could this have happened? How could I have let this happen?

My shaken thoughts quickly juggled between ‘what the fuck am I gonna do’ and ‘holy shit….I gotta tell him’. Him. Him being a guy that would probably want nothing to do with this, a guy that had a whole entire world of speculation and scrutiny to deal with considering he was…famous. Him being a guy that I didn’t even really know, a guy that I hadn’t even spoken to since the night he…well, apparently impregnated me. The mere thought of having to speak to him, to tell him this news when we literally didn’t know a lick about each other, made the nerves start to creep up my spine.

I popped my eyes open and tentatively peered down at the little stick of death that was in my hand. Maybe I don’t have to tell him, I innocently thought with a tiny shrug, the idea being swiftly washed away by my own good conscience.

Letting out a loud groan, my upper body tumbled over as I let my head hang down between my parted knees, my arms dramatically slumping to the floor.  

I had to tell him. I had to tell Niall.

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I’ve been playing FFXV for the last two months because I recently acquired a PS4 and did not expect to enjoy it/be emotional over it nearly as much as I did… I’m embarrassed…

anyway the post-game Umbra mechanic always makes me incredibly sad

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