oops thank not thanks


Originally posted by ehghtyseven

Excuse me sir, could you just not?

Originally posted by jentumbies

Like just… stop that? 

Originally posted by jensenfans

That was really unnecessary, you know.

Originally posted by jensenfans

Did you just?

Originally posted by sevastisaurus

Oh no, you didn’t!

Originally posted by thatfandomnerdgirl

It’s not funny!

Originally posted by theoverlordmisha

This is too much.

Originally posted by holy-fucking-damn-shit

I didn’t sign up for this. 

Originally posted by sensitivehandsomeactionman

Sir, what are you even? 

Originally posted by heartdoc112

Well, now I just feel attacked.

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural


Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural


Originally posted by tishul


Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

Stop ruining other men for me! 

Originally posted by kissabledeanw

Please, just stop.

Originally posted by literarycasualty

No, this is not going to work on me.

Originally posted by my-name-is-alice-ayers


Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Uhm.. I mean, if you insist. 

Originally posted by spacedudeee

No! Go away!

Originally posted by marilynmay


Originally posted by sweetpea9873

So pretty.

Originally posted by acklesverse

Wow, so rude.

Originally posted by ehghtyseven

For reasons

Originally posted by aborddelimpala

Fudge you. 

Originally posted by you-made-me-unbreakable


Jared Padalecki approves this message.

I could’ve put it under a cut but I didn’t. Get over it. There’s never too much Jensen Ackles on your dash. 

[Jared version]


@cheshirerabit said: Shit, your teacher Bakugou idea is something I never considered but now think would be really cool. Cuz he would not stop being a hero but he wouldn’t half-ass being a teacher so it would be like how All Might attempted to hero and teach but could actually work. Plus, I’m all for Bakugou’s role model switching with time to Aizawa. 10/10 idea.

Anon said: OMG Fran now i want to see Teacher or Older Bakugou or or Bakugou with Aizawa

Bless both of you for giving me a reason to talk about this cause honestly I love this idea way more than striktly necessary - this!!! is how I like to think it would go down:

Keep reading


Originally posted by supernatural-addiction-hotline

Excuse me, sir, could you just not… 

Originally posted by marvelouslyinsane

Please stop. 

Originally posted by bittersweetsam


Originally posted by bittersweetsam

No! Just n o! 

Originally posted by dontlethemjudge

Why can’t you just stop?

Originally posted by lauraboline

Why do you try to kill me?

Originally posted by superfandomsunited

What did I ever do to you, sir?! 

Originally posted by supernatural-addiction-hotline

Ugh, have mercy! 

Originally posted by bittersweetsam

Jared, I beg of you! 

Originally posted by heartdoc112

Please, let me live! 

Originally posted by themegalosaurus

Why so pretty? 

Originally posted by pretredean

Why so handsome? 

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

Why so cute?

Originally posted by rawr-im-zombiebonny

Why so sexy?

Originally posted by cheerfulsammy


Originally posted by save-my-heavy-dirty-s0ul

Just why?

Originally posted by the-spncest

I never asked for this.

Originally posted by carryon--my--wayward--butt

I don’t need this.

Originally posted by fragileheartxxx

Starting to feel how hot you are?

Originally posted by wellcometothedarkside

This offends me.

Originally posted by milavish

Are you done?

Originally posted by long-live-dean-winchester

Of course not…

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

Oh, for fuck’s sake!

Originally posted by darlingcap

Go away. 

Originally posted by jafwinters


Disclaimer: This post was not made by Jensen Ackles. 

I could’ve put this under a cut but I didn’t. Sue me. Everyone needs Jared Padalecki on their dash.

[Jensen version]


so, I was doing some google image searching and  happened to stumble upon those super cute phone covers by @saisai-chan, and imagined inko having them… only if I had an iphone….

(here’s also the original artwork!)

Adds another drawing to my ever-growing pile of Lyn fanart


If you listen closely you can hear the sound of the Seijou third years laughing at Oikawa

(shoutout to @letsbetrashcans who noticed the wristband in my last kyoken post - I might headcanon the dog as as far out of the closet as they get, yes)

“Draco, I’m home!”

Harry kicked open the door unceremoniously, chucking his jacket in the general direction of their coat rack. 

“Draco!” Harry repeated when he got no response, and he looked out at their tiny apartment. No Draco.

Yet the lights were on. 

Harry tried to ignore the dread settling in his stomach. He and Draco had just moved in together, and he wasn’t ready to overwhelm his new boyfriend with his overprotective, probably PTSD related behaviour yet.

But, when Draco still didn’t answer after he called for him a third time, he threw all that caution in the wind and started running through the apartment, yelling Draco’s name as if it were a powerful accio spell.  

“Harry,” he finally heard, Draco’s voice coming from the locked bathroom. It sounded off, though - broken, as if Draco was crying. 

“I’m here,” he breathed, putting his hand on the door as if that might calm his heart down, beating frantically in his chest. “Can I come in?”

Silence. Then, “No.”

“Draco -”


Harry sighed, his patience wearing thinner every passing second. “Draco, please. Open the door for me.”

He knew Draco could be difficult. They hadn’t been dating very long (they had yet to see the other naked) and the years of animosity between them tended to make things a little awkward between them sometimes.

But god damn them all if Harry wasn’t all-in to make this fragile new relationship between them work - to make him and Draco Malfoy work. (He had always had a stubborn streak, after all.)

Finally, finally, finally the lock clicked, and Harry didn’t hesitate to slam the door open and barged in.

Only to stop dead in his tracks.

For Draco, wonderful, beautiful Draco, was staring at him, wide-eyed and cheeks stained with tears, his arms clasped around his bandaged chest, as if wanting to hide it from the world. 

“Oh,” Harry breathed out, “Draco, are you hurt?”

Draco bit his lip and shook his head, looking down to the ground in shame. 

“Your chest,” Harry went on, his ears ringing. Draco was hurt. “Who did this to you?”

He laughed, but it sounded hollow. More like a sob. “No one. Well, technically, I did.”

“Why?” Harry grabbed Draco’s hands, squeezing them tightly before slowly drawing them away from his chest. “Why did you do this, love?”

Draco jerked at the nickname, as if slapped, and his cheeks flushed an angry red. “Because you’d hate me if I didn’t,” he bit out finally, his voice dripping with venom.

Harry snorted, unable to help himself. “I could never hate you. Not now,” he added at Draco’s incredulous look.

“Trust me,” Draco went on, yanking his hands back. 

“I’d trust you with my life.”

“That would mean a great deal more if you also hadn’t said that to your choco pops this morning.”

Harry barked a laugh. “That’s not fair, I was hungry! And sleepy!” Draco snorted. “For real, though, Draco,” Harry went on, his voice more serious again. “Why do you bandage your chest -”

“Because, you idiot, without it I won’t be a boy.” Draco took a very deep breath, and pointed at a package of pills on the sink. “I’m trans. I was born a girl.” He couldn’t look at Harry, his eyes frantic to look everywhere, as if he wanted to run far, far away from there, and his hands were balled at his side. “My genitalia aren’t… I’m not a boy, down there.”

“Oh.” Harry smiled at him, reaching out to grab Draco’s hand again. “Okay.”

Draco’s head whipped around to look at Harry again, his look incredulous. “What? Just, ‘okay’?”

Harry nodded, smiling wide. “Yes. Why would I care what’s hanging - or, not hanging - between your legs? I fell for you, Draco. Not the technicalities of your gender.”

“Oh.” His eyes were shining. 

“Yeah.” Harry pulled Draco’s hands up to his lips, and kissed it softly. It felt liked the simplest thing in the world. “You feel like a boy, so you’re a boy. We’re dating, and I very much intend on continuing to do so.”

“Oh,” Draco repeated, his voice slightly breathless, the tears running down his cheeks again. “Harry,” he began, “I… I think I -”

“I know,” Harry’s voice was so soft, “Me too.”

And then Draco smiled at him, wide and happy and real, and Harry was very sure he was never going to leave him. Not if he had any say in the matter, anyway.