tbh i like this

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You know i love smth if i make a khr crossover. Anyway Bakugou’s still stuck at episode 2 because he still hates Deku (tsuna)

8059 LIVES!!!

fun fact: I fucking lost the 1st picture (somehow it got corrupt) and I didnt save the sai file I was so angry, good thing I sent these to my friend so I have a copy

Moral of the story: send your finished art to ur friends so u have a back up.

TG:re Chapter 130 be like
  • Ishida Sensei: A little love here, some comic relief here, whattabout some sex references, yasss, this is perfect
  • Fans: YEAH
  • Ishida Sensei: ... because next chapter something bad's gonna happeven hahahAhaHahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
  • Fans: ...

sometimes you just gotta indulge yourself with some modern buffstrid

A present for @bolt8826​ for being such a good friend and for surviving the hell that is finals week. I hope you like this fic! @catchthespade@maidofstars@oh-heaux@celestial-destiny​ you guys might like this too! AO3 link here

1:29 AM

Eisuke doesn’t get much sleep. He rubbed his temples as he finally snaps his laptop closed. With one hand, Eisuke reaches out and switches off the bedside lamp and sinks down into the mattress. The night is quiet, unlike his racing mind. He knows how early he’ll have to get up and prepare for meetings and mountains of paperwork, not to mention planning the next auction.

God, he was already exhausted.  

In his irritation, Eisuke turned onto his side and tried to push the thoughts out of his mind. The sight of her sleeping peacefully beside him suddenly made all of his worries seem meaningless.

Her rich, brown hair splayed across the pillow, and the soft smile on MC’s face told Eisuke that she was having pleasant dreams. He resisted the urge to run his fingers through her hair or pull her tiny frame close to his chest. Instead, Eisuke simply smiled and closed his eyes.

Eisuke doesn’t get much sleep, but it’s moments like this that make it all worth it.

8:46 AM

The rich smell of coffee reached Eisuke’s nose, and he set down his tablet and stifled a yawn. Looking up, he found the source of the aroma: she was standing next to the coffee maker as it sputtered out the hot liquid. She was lazily pulling her hair into a ponytail, having already changed into her work uniform. 

Eisuke found himself captivated by what would normally be a mundane sight, and he rested his chin in his perfectly-manicured hand. He kept his eyes on her as she reached for the sugar and milk, making his coffee just how he liked it. She stirred the drink while humming a song under her breath, and Eisuke almost smiled. He drank in the scene before him until she began to make her way towards him. Eisuke resumed a neutral expression and picked up the tablet before her eyes rested on him, and MC was none the wiser. 

“Sorry I couldn’t make you breakfast before work, but I have your coffee here” she said apologetically, as she placed the mug on the table. He gave her a slight nod of approval, his eyes not leaving his device. Curious, MC leaned in to read the article on the screen. 

Eisuke tried to hide the fact that his heart was racing. The light scent of her perfume filled the air, and her soft lips were parted slightly - only inches from his face. He subconsciously leaned into her touch when she began to play with his hair at the base of his neck. 

“You’re going to be late for your shift if you don’t hurry up” Eisuke replied, sitting up straight and giving her a stern look. He would never admit that he loved little moments like this.

“Oh, you’re right. I’ll see you later” she cried out, grabbing her purse and heading towards the door. Eisuke watched her leave, the scene of her perfume still wafting around him.

3:17 PM

The penthouse was buzzing with activity, but Eisuke barely noticed. He had long since tuned out the sound of Mamoru bickering with Baba and Ota about some ridiculous prank they just pulled, Soryu was on his phone discussing his newest deal with the Dragons. Hikaru and Shuichi were huddled around a laptop, no doubt hacking into a rival politician’s sensitive data. Eisuke sighed and put down his phone, instead choosing to rub his temples.

Looking up, Eisuke caught sight of her. MC was rushing around the penthouse, running mindless errands for the Bidders. While he’d never admit it out loud, Eisuke was constantly amazed at her ability to handle the ragtag crew and their demands. 

He watched her place a drink in front of Soryu and clear off a nearby table of magazines strewn about. Her slender hands reached out and organized the pile, then she brought them to her face. With one fluid motion, MC tucked her hair behind her ears and continued working. Eisuke found himself trained on her delicate hands, always seeming to be working for someone else.

Don’t they know she’s my woman? he thought irritably. They shouldn’t make her work so hard. 

Eisuke almost chuckled at the irony of his statement; he ordered her about more than anyone else. Perhaps that was his way of caring. More likely, it was Eisuke’s way of ensuring that MC only focused on him.

With a smirk, Eisuke turned back to his phone.

9:32 PM

“I’ll get us some more wine” she said, standing up to reach for the now-empty glasses. Eisuke decided to reward MC after a hard day of work with a bottle of red gifted to him from God-knows-who, but he found no enjoyment in the drink. His eyes, his thoughts, all of them were only on her. That’s why he gripped the slim wrist as it reached over to his glass.

“I think there’s something more important you could be doing” he mused, rising from his seat. Without loosening his grip, Eisuke pulled her close and ran his lips down her neck. Her involuntary shudder made his mouth curl into a devilish grin, and he wrapped his free hand around her waist.

“Eisuke, wai-” she cried out, but her voice was soon replaced by a gasp. Eisuke loved her voice, but something about her other noises was music to his ears.

“What was that?” he asked, feigning innocence. He knew she could hear the smirk in his voice. Eisuke looked at her face as she dragged her hand up his arm, choosing to tangle it into his dark locks.

“You little devil” she replied, an uncharacteristically bold statement leaving her lips. Before Eisuke could be too impressed by her words, she gently tugged his head down and crashed their lips together.

In that moment, Eisuke knew no wine could compare to the drunk he got from her kiss. 

I love when I make an Astrology post and someone says don’t expose me. Yes I am here to expose you to your fears, insecurities and the things you keep on denying until you face it and grow from it. I will keep exposing your ass until you got nothing to hide cause you have conquered what was holding you back.

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“ I remember saying to her: ‘Mum, how the fuck do you expect me to do this now?’ And she didn’t swear much, my mum. She’d always tell me off for swearing. And this time she was like: ‘You’ve got to fucking do it, it’s as simple as that.’ It was football manager, team talk stuff.’”

Just so you understand the level of intense my family operates at: I have just been informed I am to be awake and ready to leave the house at 8AM tomorrow morning because my sister and mother spent $300 at a party shop because they had their Halloween collection ½ off and my sister needs help collecting it. 

It’s JUNE and I have to get up early to go pick up HALLOWEEN decorations.

anonymous asked:

hi Pia, hope you're having a beautiful day! can I ask how you got into writing? sorry if it's already been asked/answered, but did you start it as a hobby? when did you realise that was something you wanted to dedicate yourself to? did you get swept up in it or did you slowly reach the point where it was like 'huh, this is something that's happening'? Pia/Writing is my fave pairing, please tell us more <3 <3 <3

I mostly got into writing as a form of childhood escapism - and that started through ‘reading as a form of childhood escapism.’ :D

I had devoured most of the books in our primary school library early, which also left me out of stories until I discovered the public library, so making up stories, and writing them down, seemed a pretty natural step?

I flipped back and forth between wanting to be a writer, an artist, a scientist, etc. I didn’t pursue writing seriously at all though in highschool. I focused on art. In my spare time I sometimes wrote things. I don’t think I thought much of having a 60,000 word science fiction story by the age of about 13 (just as my Mum didn’t think much of throwing it away, which was the only copy I had, lol). I just liked to ramble a lot. As…everyone knows. e.e

I don’t think I really started to get serious about writing until university, where I started taking Creative Writing electives (and was publishing very tame Harry Potter fanfiction on the side, at sites like Schnoogle) at university, and then Scriptwriting electives when I seemed to do well at the Creative Writing stuff. Tbh even at university, I was more serious about poetry and scriptwriting, than I was about creative writing like short story or novels. I didn’t really think it was a future, like ‘oh that’s nice but no one makes any money off that unless you’re a complete outlier.’

Idk why I was being so judgemental given my main degree was Media Studies and Mass Communications and boyo let me tell you that there is SHIT money in that, unless you teach it or go work on a censorship board, lol. Wtf was I thinking, for reals.

Also my first writing group was me, a surfer dude who was unexpectedly ripped and really quite nice to look at, and an ultra-Christian Mormon, and another person who never turned up. We all rocked up at the Brass Monkey (a well-known pub in Northbridge, near our city), we got our respective drinks (back then I used to drink, and so I used to mainly drink Guinness) and nachos or chips, and then we kicked back and read the most pretentious poetry on the planet to each other.

It was kickass.

No, Elliott’s backstory in The Wind that Cuts the Night is not remotely autobiographical I have no idea where you got that idea…

And even then I still didn’t really pay much attention to it. I wrote a novel called Every Day Awake (which I need to edit but may actually publish one day, it’s a queer literature love story and one of the characters is demisexual before I knew that existed as a term, the other character was sex addicted, but my sad gay/bi boys got a happy ending) and I wrote one Misfits fanfic and one Mysterious Skin fanfic, and a bunch of really bad Glee fanfics… (*hangs head*) but I still didn’t really take it seriously until I got majorly burned out on my professional art career, quit unexpectedly, took two months off where I thought ‘my life is stupid what am I going to do,’ and then unexpectedly (really fucking unexpectedly) poured all of that bullshit into a fanfic called From the Darkness We Rise.

After that, I’ve been taking it really seriously. :D Though I didn’t start thinking ‘huh this is something that’s happening’ until people actually really seemed to like my writing, because that was weird. Game Theory was probably the first time I ever thought I could do something with my writing. Before that, I’d won a few short story / poetry awards, but a person cannot live off poetry and short story awards.

<3 <3 <3

(Also, reading and writing are still my two favourite forms of escapism, lol).

me: wow i really want to write a book some day :)

my brain: you haven’t had a truly original idea that worked out in years, when you do have an original idea you don’t get past four pages, you can barely hold onto projects for a long period of time, and the chances of you writing a book and it actually getting popular are probably slim

me: wow,,,, i really want,,,,,, to write a book,,,,,,, some day,,, :)

anonymous asked:

do you have a daily night-time routine?

besides the usual face washing/moisturizing/brushing my teeth/kissing butters 100x times on her perfect little face goodnight, i also?? kinda have this tradition where every night before bed i light a candle and make a wish for either someone in my life, people going through rough times, or bad situations. if i can’t light a candle, i just say like a short little prayer in my head before sleep.