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anonymous asked:

Have you seen my suneater son. He looks adorable. Also Deku made me cry.. WHY

!!!!! I’ll be really honest here anon I currently have a lot of feelings and 90% of them are about Amajiki picking Kirishima it’s everything I didn’t know I needed in my life thank you Horikoshi I owe you

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Finally. A reason to live again.

me at first: hmm… maybe i do ship sheith…….

me later: omfg hance is so cute, and shallura! oh god look at that amazing klance fanart

me now: I LOVE SHEITH AND SHANCE AND HANCE AND KLANCE AND SHALLURA AND PLANCE AND MOTHERFUCKING THULAZ AND SHULAZ AND ALLURIVAN…………….. OH MY GOD I HAVE A FLEET………

anonymous asked:

Hi! I just found your blog and I am already in love can I please request 50? Pls have fun with it, I don't mind which HP pairing you do it with ;D My week hasn't been the best (*cough**cough* depression) So it would be great to read something so sweet and funny that it makes me squeal with happiness (as most of your writing already does) Have a great day!

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50 - “I’m pregnant”

Draco wanted to murder someone.

Preferable Harry Potter.

(If only you could murder someone while still preserving their beauty. It would be a waste, after all, to not be able to look at Potter anymore, however much it hurt to do so.)

For Potter was stretching on the Quidditch pitch, legs spread, feet solidly planted on the ground and arms elongated over his head. The movement made his his t-shirt rise up, showing a glimpse of defined abs and trail of dark hair leading to… Draco snapped out of his daze the minute he realised that he was openly staring at Potter’s crotch.

Why must you be so gay, he chided himself, forcing himself to look away. To purposefully not pay attention to the way Harry’s bronze skin seemed to be shining, to not see how his muscles stretched tight and almost obscene.
Draco lasted about three seconds before snapping his head back.

Potter was now laying down on the ground, arms resting next to his torso… what in the hell was he doing? But then… oh. Potter lifted his butt, lowered it to the ground and repeated the movement. Again and again and again. Fuck, Potter was doing butt bridges. Draco wanted to face palm, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene.

The little control Draco had over himself until that point seemed to slip away.
Potter was humping into the air, and he was panting, sweating, his hair sticking to his forehead and, fuck, Draco shouldn’t find this hot, but he did, his blood rushing south so fast it was almost dizzying, his stomach so full of heat that it was almost as if he… 

“I’m pregnant,” he choked then, unable to hold it in, because he felt like he was, pregnant on his desire for Harry, Harry, Harry…

Wait.

Oh. 

Fuck. 

Draco had actually said that. Out loud. 

And the worst thing was… Potter had stopped moving. Potter had heard him.

Next time he came to spy on the Gryffindor practice, he was not going to seat on the first row of beaches. Hell to that, he wasn’t going to come watch the Gryffindor practice ever again. He wasn’t going to show up at lessons, either. He was going to run back to the manor, right at that second, be home schooled for for the rest of that eighth year, then work from home. There was no way he would ever show his face outside again, he was going to live as a hermit and - 

“What did you just say?” came Potter’s voice, interrupting his train of thought.

That brought Draco back to reality with a snap.

Potter had risen completely, looking at Draco with wide eyes shining beneath his glasses. “You’re pregnant?”

Draco opened his mouth. Closed it again.

For the first time in his life, he felt speechless in front of Potter. 

Potter raised an eyebrow at his silence, sighed, and then did the most improbable thing - he started walking towards him.

Fuck.

Potter inched closer and closer and closer, until he was standing dangerously near. “Potter, what are you… ” Draco started saying, but was swiftly cut off by Potter, who had bent down to kiss him.

For a second everything else disappeared, Draco’s world zoning down to this, to the soft sigh against his lips, to Potter’s body falling down against his.

Then he reacted, scooping Potter up in his arms to get more, he needed more -

Draco Malfoy wanted to murder someone.

At the moment, though, he was content like this, with Harry’s soft lips against his.

Preferably forever.

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First time doing an actual comic and not a strip! :D This helped me gauge how long a page takes, and it wouldn’t be unrealistic for me to update once or twice a week when I get the actual comic going. Soon, friends. Soon.

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anonymous asked:

I headcanon that english is toshis 1st language. even though he's been speaking japanese for years sometimes he'll kust forgot how to say something. he'll be trying to teach a class and just draw a blank on how to say something and is embarrassed.

THIS IS DELIGHTFUL 

He blanks out on the right words or verb transformations and whatnot and just. Stares at the board. Help him. 

He maybe tries to mime what he means, hoping the kids will help out a lil, but mostly they just don’t know what’s going on. Eventually they fill in with some word suggestions and things smooth over.

But yeah, bi- and multi-lingual people can get mixed up pretty easily when it comes to talking in different languages. There’s some pretty great stories about it happening!!