raine rambles

Some cute things Izuku has said about girls, or one girl in particular…

  • “I talked to a girl!”
  • “She looks good in her uniform”
  • “Talking to a girl on the phone feels so good”, bonus: “it feels like she’s whispering in my ear” (from the English dub).
  • “This is amazing! I’ve held hands with a girl that wasn’t a handshake for so long”
  • “I can’t believe I’ve held a conversation with a girl for this long….”

okay but imagine it’s raining outside, like, totally pouring and wilfords kicking around in the puddles, having a ball

dark being very annoyed at essentially having to supervise his boyfriend when there were storms out (every now and then, wil thinks the thunder and lightening is shooting at him, so he shoots back in vain) but also trying to hide a smile because honestly seeing Wilford this stupidly happy is worth getting wet and accidentally greying the ground below him

In contrast, wilford managed to make every rain drop that hits him sparkle and sometimes uses his weird powers to let drops pool in the air and then let them drop for extra sPLASH

stanlon and kasplon are great ships ok, they’re both amazing and beautiful and if you put them all together you get three, overall wearing boyfriends that are soft and sweet and lemme tell yah. they have the best garden. like it’s so well organized the plants are thriving and they have the most beautiful flowers ever growing in their front yard and those three boys are all alive and well loved goddammit.

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KONDOU !!! YOU LITERALLY WERE THE REASON WHY SHE IS FILLED WITH HOPE AND LOVE AFTER SHE WAS INJURED!! !!!

IF IT WERE NOT FOR HER MEETING YOU DURING THAT RAINY DAY AFTER HER CHECK-UP, CHANCES ARE SHE WOULD BE AN EMPTY SHELL OF HER FORMER SELF BY NOW!!!

PUT SOME COURAGE ON YOUR BONES WILL YA, YOU OLD MAN!!

A little imagination can make any reflection seem like a world of its own. 
I find myself getting sucked into the imagery of magnification and reflection that happens within water.The dew drops that cling helplessly to the bottom of foliage, the puddles formed about in worn old parking lots or even the subtle dark reflection of the world in your morning cup of coffee…. 
They all seem so mystical to me.

a comic about me learning how to drive

Monarch - Damian Wayne x Reader Part 2

(Requested by Anonymous)

Part 1 here


Damian huffed as he sat in the front seat of Dick’s car.

“Is it even possible to drive any slower?” he asked.

“I’m sorry, Dami, but I’m already going like 20 miles an hour over the speed limit,” Dick replied. Damian clenched his teeth.

“You don’t understand, Grayson. I have to be there. I have to be there when she wakes up,” he snapped.

“I know how much she means to you, Damian, but have you considered that she might not wake up? I hate to be so negative, but she was next to death when we found her. She might not come back from that,” Dick said gently. For a few seconds, Damian sat in silence, watching the world outside the car pass by.

“No, Grayson. She will live. Y/N dying would be… Well, let me put it like this. If any gods are there, I refuse to believe they would be so cruel.”


Damian could feel his heart start to pound again as he walked towards your room. He let out a deep breath as he opened the door. There you were: battered and bruised, but as far as Damian saw, as beautiful as ever. Although you were still unconscious, a gentle glow behind your cheeks indicated that you were alive. He sat beside you, starting to talk.

“Hello, beloved. I’m so sorry, Y/N. This is all my fault. If only I hadn’t been so stupid. I let him get to you, and trust me, he will suffer for what he’s done. Your vengeance will come in due time, but for now? Please, Y/N, you have to stay alive. You have to wake up because if you don’t, there is so much that I’ll never get to tell you,” he started. He brushed the hair out from in front of his face, huffing as a tear slipped down his cheek. “I’ll never get to tell you that I cannot look at the stars without thinking that they’re dull in comparison to your smile. I’ll never get to tell you that no matter where we are, when I look into your eyes, I couldn’t feel more at home. I’ll never get to tell that my life would mean nothing without you in it; that I didn’t believe I could fall in love until I saw your face. I’m so sorry, Y/N, I’m so sorry I let you go. Please, beloved, I beg of you. Come back to me. I promise I will never let you down again.”


Y/N stirred, immediately drawing Damian’s attention. He gently took her hand.

“Y/N?” he asked, getting a quiet groan in response. Her eyes slowly opened and she groaned again.

“Damian? Damn, this hurts like a bitch,” Y/N said. He let her hand go, a concerned expression shaping his features.

“What does?” She rubbed your eyes, blinking furiously.

“Everything,” she answered, earning a chuckle from him.

“You have no idea how glad I am that you’re alive. Y/N, I am so, so sorry.” She bit her lip.

“You don’t have to be sorry, Dami. You came for me, didn’t you? Well, actually… I guess there’s one thing you owe an apology for,” she told him.

“What is it?” he asked. A smile crossed her face.

“Taking so damn long to say that you’re in love with me… God, do I love you too.”