I write words and they somehow turn out okay

daftqunk: jiveturkeyjerky: I love the guy who’s clearly a...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 20:40:20 -0400

jiveturkeyjerky:

I love the guy who’s clearly a teacher who came over with the intent to tear two fucking idiot teenagers apart from each other only to find these fucking nerds it probably made his entire month

seth everman going WILD in the background

laz-va: Kittens! …and their Mother

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 20:00:43 -0400

laz-va:

Kittens!

…and their Mother

tvguts: some edgy loner character in a TV show: do you know…. do you KNOW what it’s like? to be...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 19:20:22 -0400

tvguts:

some edgy loner character in a TV show: do you know…. do you KNOW what it’s like? to be AFRAID of YOURSELF?

me, thinking about that time i ate an entire family sized bag of doritos in one evening: god dude i sure do

bellaisnotokay: HIS NAME IS NOT RATATOUILLE HE MAKES RATATOUILLE LIKE A FUCKING CHAMPION HIS NAME...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 19:09:40 -0400

bellaisnotokay:

HIS NAME IS NOT RATATOUILLE

HE MAKES RATATOUILLE LIKE A FUCKING CHAMPION

HIS NAME IS REMY YOU COWARDS

miyukei: Midoriya.. are you.. ..All...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 18:40:19 -0400

miyukei:

Midoriya.. are you..

..All Might’s secret Love Child or something?

athanatosora: athanatosora: remember the time izuku decked all might in the face remember the time...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 18:00:43 -0400

athanatosora:

athanatosora:

remember the time izuku decked all might in the face

remember the time all might texas smashed izuku in the face

bonding

pocket-luv101:Hyde: I can’t believe you were in a fight.Licht: To be fair, I was the only one who...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 17:55:11 -0400

pocket-luv101:

Hyde: I can’t believe you were in a fight.
Licht: To be fair, I was the only one who told people to stop hitting them.
[Earlier that day]
Licht: Stop hitting them!
Licht: Kick the demons instead! Kicks hurt much more.

pocket-luv101: I originally had the headcanon that World End’s weapon and fighting style would be...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 17:55:01 -0400

pocket-luv101:

I originally had the headcanon that World End’s weapon and fighting style would be similar to a boxer’s. Now that Tinker’s Lead is revealed to be gloves, World End being a boxer will be redundant. Now I want to see him have a giant mallet or sledgehammer and go whack-a-mole on everyone :P

pocket-luv101:Misono, on the phone with Mahiru: Mahiru, the worst thing you can do in these...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 17:54:38 -0400

pocket-luv101:

Misono, on the phone with Mahiru: Mahiru, the worst thing you can do in these situations is take matters into your own hands.
Mahiru: Got it. [Ends the call with Misono]
Mahiru, to Kuro: We’re gonna have to take matters into our own hands.

incorrectservamp: “Remember that all sentences must have a noun, a verb, and the phrase ‘foolish...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 17:54:31 -0400

incorrectservamp:

“Remember that all sentences must have a noun, a verb, and the phrase ‘foolish mortals.’”

— Hugh

indigoblue-readsalot: Iduna and Freya look so pretty next to each other??? Wow????

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 17:54:20 -0400

indigoblue-readsalot:

Iduna and Freya look so pretty next to each other??? Wow????

animes-trash:Kuro’s evil clone : points at Kuro Shoot him ! He’s the clone !Mahiru : *aims his...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 17:54:06 -0400

animes-trash:

Kuro’s evil clone : *points at Kuro* Shoot him ! He’s the clone !
Mahiru : *aims his spear at the clone* THE REAL KURO WOULD NEVER PASS UP AN OPPORTUNITY TO DIE

stained-byink: “If I’m bad at doubting others, I’d rather believe in them! If I get tricked, I’ll...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 17:53:51 -0400

stained-byink:

“If I’m bad at doubting others, I’d rather believe in them! If I get tricked, I’ll think about what to do when it happens! Things are simpler that way!”
— Shirota Mahiru

aviserger: - サーヴァンプ - Kuro

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 17:20:14 -0400

aviserger:

- サーヴァンプ -
Kuro

sabikugi112:7周年～

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 16:40:19 -0400

sabikugi112:

7周年～

tomatomagica: shitmygaywifesays: shitmygaywifesays: I want to tell y’all a story about supporting...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 16:34:09 -0400

tomatomagica:

shitmygaywifesays:

shitmygaywifesays:

I want to tell y’all a story about supporting and loving your partner, starring my amazing wife.

I’ve mentioned before that I had an eating disorder for many years, and though I consider myself “recovered” there are aspects of my disorder that I still struggle with today — being quite a bit heavier than my wife is one of them.

When my wife and I moved in together back when we were still girlfriends, I was at my skinniest. She used to pick me up all the time and lift me off the ground, and I’d laugh and kick out my legs ‘cause I was just delighted to have her holding me.

But I started gaining weight as I went through recovery, and where once we were pretty close in size, I began to get bigger. And bigger. And bigger. And she remained her naturally petite self. I began to almost dread when she’d try to pick me up, sure that this time she wouldn’t be able to get me off the ground.

But every time, even if I protested, she’d lift me up and say something like: “See, you’re not so big that I can’t lift you!”

And one time I just blurted out: “But someday I’m going to be so fat you won’t be able to.”

She looked me dead in the eye and said: “No you won’t. Because if that ever happens, I’ll start working out.”

It was the best possible thing she could have said to me, because she wasn’t saying I wasn’t going to get fat — neither of us knew that for sure. She was just saying that I was never going to be “too fat” for her.

And every time I worry about getting bigger, I remember that I’ll never be so big that she can’t lift me, because baby knows how much I love being held, and she’ll change her own habits to ensure that I never feel “too big” or “too heavy” because in her eyes I’ll never be “too” anything.

Anyway, there’s a moral to this story: Find yourself a partner who will never consider you an excess. You should never be “too much” to someone who loves you — too big, too loud, too passionate, too awkward, whatever your “too” happens to be. And even as you change and grow (in my case, literally), the right person will be there through the changes, to tell you that you’re always just right for them.

My strongwoman, the wind beneath my wings, the arms under my ass. 😍😍 😍

kaijuno: The Computer Room is such a weird concept nowadays but growing up in the 90s/00s we really...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 16:01:08 -0400

kaijuno:

The Computer Room is such a weird concept nowadays but growing up in the 90s/00s we really had a whole ass room dedicated to our computer. Anthropologists 1000 years from now are gonna think we worshiped computers so much we had shrine rooms for them

markv5: Well, sure honey… Ну точно зайка

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 15:20:18 -0400

markv5:

Well, sure honey…

Ну точно зайка

the glory fades - chapter 3

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 14:54:58 -0400

the glory fades - chapter 3:

Shouto doesn’t know what’s going on, exactly, but he knows that it’s not a good idea for him to be tagging along with his father. For one, he could be stopped. And two - he could do something that upset Father for one reason or another and he will pay for it later. He just - he doesn’t know why Father insisted for him to come with him, doesn’t know why he told him to stay outside, but -

He’s grateful. If he just stands here, then he won’t do anything Father disapproves of. He won’t do anything Father will find fault with.

He breathes out, leans against the building. If he does this, then when he gets home he should be able to just go to his room without having to fight. The day is cold, a little more than usual, and he warms himself up with a bit of fire on his fingertips as he crosses his arms. He hates his fireside, hates it with a passion, but little things like this are fine. He isn’t doing anything that could harm anyone - if anything, he could only accidentally burn himself but nothing more.

A fox trots up to him, twin tails waving in the air, and Shouto blinks down at it as it sits down in front of him. Shouto raises an eyebrow at it, closing his eyes for half a second and opening them to red rain. He jerks to attention, ice growing beneath his feet, and the fox is still there, staring at him with knowing eyes.

“So,” the fox says. “I’m guessing that Endeavor is horrible?”

Shouto stares. A quirk in an animal? One that is this powerful? Unheard of. This is a quirk meant for humans, for heroes.

“Oi.” The tails lash behind it. “Don’t ignore me.” It takes a step closer and Shouto takes a step back, hitting the wall behind him. “I said that Endeavor is horrible.” Another step forward. “Am I wrong?”

Shouto’s mind races. Did his father do something to this fox? Did the fox notice something? What had brought this on?

“I - “

The fox sighs, sitting back on its haunches. “I was right.” It lowers its head sadly. “Well, no matter. How would you like to come with me?”

Shouto chokes. “What?”

The fox sits up. “I take in those who are from homes that are not as good as they should be. I take in those who are unwanted, bullied, hurt. I take in everyone who needs me and you need me.”

“Who are you?” Shouto manages, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. It could be a quirk from a human, he theorizes, frost on his fingers. Could be a quirk that lets illusions show whatever the user wants.

The fox laughs. “My name,” it purrs, “is Tsubaki. And I’m going to be your savior one way or another. It’s only a matter of time before I lose my patience with Endeavor. He’s treated so many people horribly. I bet even Envy’s eve’s Lead would work on him.”

Shouto has absolutely no idea what is going on and he severely wants to. The threat is there, clear as day, but - he doesn’t know what he can do against an opponent who he can’t even see. He doesn’t know what to do next - he doesn’t have a license, so he can’t do anything. And it’s not like the fox is actually hurting anyone. It isn’t causing a public disturbance. By all means, they’re just having a conversation; albeit a conversation that would set anyone on edge.

Speaking of, the fox is right in front of him, and ice inches forward. “Get away.”

The fox sighs again. “You humans are so stubborn,” he laments, and rolls his eyes. “No matter. Next time your father beats you within an inch of your life -” and here Shouto flinches because that has happened before, when his father had a bad day at work or when Shouto wasn’t up to par - “just call this number and I’ll come to get you.” Numbers burn in the air in front of him and Shouto memorizes it. If this is true, if this is possible - then he will be able to get out of his father’s grasp. But - then again, he could turn it into the police. Could give it to his father. He could do a lot of things.

Instead, he takes out a pen, scrawls the numbers on his palm, and resists the urge to frown at the Tsubaki’s elation that he even does so. “Now - what are you? What is your quirk?”

“Oh, I don’t have one,” Tsubaki replies casually, as though he hasn’t thrown something that breaks everything Shouto knows. “I do, however, have something else that I’m not willing to share with you. You’ll most likely find out later.”

Shouto - doesn’t want to find out what he means, really. “I would like to know now.”

“And I would rather you find out when I save you,” Tsubaki counters, and grabs his pants leg with his teeth, trying to pull him to the right, back in the direction they came from. “Now come on. I have someone I want you to meet.”

“I’m not moving,” Shouto says, and locks his knees. This fox is strong; he almost made Shouto stumble the way he was moving. “I don’t want my father getting angry.” His ribs still ache from the day before, when he’d accidentally snapped at his father for entering his room, believing him to be one of his siblings. It’s all the motivation he needs to not make him so much as annoyed.

Tsubaki’s tails twitch, his eyes glint. His nails dig into the concrete as he lets go of of Shouto’s pants. “I see,” he says, quiet and threatening, and the rain starts to taper off, the red fading away. Shouto stiffens, fingers curling into his palm. The technique is going away, people are starting to notice him again, and he doesn’t know what the fox is going to do next, doesn’t know what is going to happen next. It - scares him, to be completely honest. It scares him because the unknown is threatening, unwelcome, and he -

Tsubaki snorts, nudging Shouto’s leg with his nose. “Calm down,” he tells him, sounding bemused. “I’m not going to steal you away.” He pauses. “Well, unless you want me to. Then I’ll gladly take you away.”

The red is completely gone and Tsubaki is looking at him with something knowing in his gaze and Shouto swallows past the lump in his throat. The fox doesn’t say anything more, but Shouto knows he wants to, knows that he could. But he won’t. Shouto doesn’t know why, but -

“Makoto!” a deep voice calls. Tsubaki turns his head to look as a tall man with blonde hair wanders down the sidewalk.

“Makoto, where are you?” shouts another voice, this time of the cadence of a middle schooler; someone around Shouto’s age, maybe. Tsubaki yips loud enough to be heard, and a boy with green hair pushes through the crowd, his big eyes brightening in relief when he sees them. “Makoto!”

Tsubaki - is it Makoto? - chitters, jumping on his feet as the boy drops to his knees a few feet away, opening his arms. The fox - Shouto decides to hold off on the names until he gets confirmation - practically slams into the boy’s chest, nuzzling his chest. The man stops by them, helping the boy up and coughing into a palm.

“Makoto, you know better than to run off,” the boy scolds, and the fox looks utterly unrepentant. The boy sighs, smiling at the man and turning to Shouto. “Sorry about him. This is Makoto, my pet fox.” He points towards Makoto, who stares steadily back at Shouto. “Um. My name is Midoriya Izuku.” Midoriya bows, carefully supporting the fox as he does so. “A-And this is Al -”

“Yagi Toshinori,” the man smoothly interrupts, bowing as well. Shouto blinks at all three of them. “A pleasure to meet you.”

Shouto twitches. Midoriya almost said something else, something other than that name, but the Yagi clearly doesn’t want him to say it, Shouto thinks, judging by the flash of apology on the boy’s face. But - it would be seen as rude if he didn’t introduce himself as well, and anything said against the house of Todoroki is seen as a slight against his father. Which might end up taken out on him or his siblings, which is never okay.

“Todoroki Shouto,” he says robotically, bending at the waist, and both of them smile at him. Makoto can’t, but Shouto definitely feels smugness coming off him.

“Nice to meet you,” Midoriya stammers, nearly tripping over his words, and Shouto almost - almost smiles. It’s…cute to see someone so obviously nervous by everything. “Um. Thank you for taking care of Makoto while he was with you. I don’t know what I would do without him.” He laughs, rubbing the back of his head, and Shouto’s vision focuses in on the fox, on the way he is practically saying see? I made his life better. I can do it for you.

Shouto narrows his eyes, feeling his scar pull with the motion. “It’s fine,” he says, and watches as Midoriya turns pink. “Really. I didn’t do much beyond watch him.”

“Still!” Midoriya insists, and smiles shyly. “Why don’t you come with lunch with us? I - we just had ice cream, well the ice cream was given away to someone else because they were crying and Makoto had disappeared, but -”

“Midoriya, my boy,” Yagi interrupts, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You’re rambling.”

Midoriya’s light blush turns into a full on red. “I - uh. Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Shouto replies as the crowd mills around them, some on their phones and others in a hurry. “And I don’t need a thank you.”

“I insist!” Midoriya bursts, then hangs his head in embarrassment. “I mean - I -“

Shouto can’t leave him like that. It’s just cruel. “I can text my father,” he offers, and Midoriya nods rapidly. He tugs out his phone, feeling Makoto’s eyes on him the whole time, and types out, A boy is asking to take me for lunch for saving his fox. Will I be able to go?

They wait, for a few moments, during which Midoriya gently scolds the fox and Yagi looks on with a look in his eyes, not unlike fatherly pride. Then his phone buzzes and he looks down automatically. His eyes widen, because, well. This is a surprise.

The meeting is going on longer than expected. You may go, provided you are here at fifteen past three.

This never happens. He’s going to grab this with both hands and grip it.

“I can,” he announces, and Midoriya face lights up, Makoto clawing his way up to his shoulder and sitting there.

“That’s great!” he enthuses, and starts to walk away. “We were going to a sushi place that allows pets - it’s a little more on the expensive side, but All - Yagi-san that he’s going to pay and to not worry about the price.” He glances over his shoulder. “You do like sushi, right? If not, we can find another restaurant.” His fingers twist in his shirt and Makoto tenderly bites his ear to get him to stop; he jerks when teeth nip his ear but his hands fall away from the edge and that’s all that matters in Makoto’s opinion, judging by the way the fox settles down again. “Ah - sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” he says automatically, and wonders how many times he’s going to be saying that. By the expression on Yagi’s face, it will be often. “Besides, you’re treating me to lunch. Who am I to have any say in the matter?”

“But - that’s exactly why you should!” Midoriya turns around, waving his arms around, and the fox on his shoulder turns to face the right way, tails resting against Midoriya’s chest. “It’s just common courtesy, I mean -”

Yagi chuckles. “Just say that you like sushi,” he mumbles. “Otherwise he will be going on and on.”

Indeed, Midoriya is rambling, Makoto smacking his arm with a tail when he comes close to hitting someone, and he adjusts his course without thinking. Shouto watches in amusement, wondering how many times they bumped into someone before they worked this out.

“Midoriya,” he interjects, and the boy stops talking. “I like sushi. Don’t worry.”

Midoriya opens his mouth, closes it, and slows down enough that they catch up to him, turning on his heel so he’s facing the same way as they are. “Right. Sorry. I’m not good at this.”

“Neither am I,” Shouto replies simply, reaching to softly pet Makoto. It’s more of a momentarily brush against fur, but Midoriya laughs all the same, looking towards Yagi.

“Not even strangers can resist his charm,” he says cheekily, and Yagi laughs too. If he was louder, it would be booming, Shouto can’t help but notice. Like All Might’s laugh.

“So it seems!” the man agrees, and Makoto barks at them both, seemingly offended. Shouto almost feels like an outsider until Midoriya turns to him, smiling bright enough to outshine the sun, and Shouto wonders how he’s always so nervous.

“Makoto has a quirk,” he says, and Shouto raises a brow, remembering the words the fox had said to him not twenty minutes ago.

“Oh, I don’t have one,” Tsubaki replied casually.

Why did he say he didn’t have a quirk but his owner does? What’s going on in the conniving brain of that fox’s head?

“Oh?” he says instead, and Midoriya nods happily.

“He’s a rare case, but - well, he’s a rare fox. A two tailed fox isn’t something seen every day, even in this world of ours.” He smiles down at Makoto. “So I really think that he’s a good fox.”

Shouto - finds himself agreeing. He’s an odd fox for sure - odd and threatening and fight gully perceptive - but he’s a good fox. A good specimen of his kind. “I suppose he is.”

–

Tsubaki is very, very satisfied with this turn of events. The kid - Todoroki Shouto - is getting along well with Izuku and Toshinori is not coughing up blood, which is a plus. In his world, people called each other by their first name, their given name, not their last name. It’s the reason he calls Mahiru…well, Mahiru. It’s a Western custom that quickly became integrated with Japan’s. But - here, you call people by their family name instead of their given name, and it’s - weird to him.

No matter, he thinks, and wiggles his way out of Izuku’s grasp, right into Toshinori’s arms. Toshinori catches him with little fanfare and once Izuku makes sure he’s alright, he turns back to his conversation with Shouto, gesturing with his hands as he makes his point. Shouto is quietly engaged, eyes focusing on Tsubaki’s…future subclass, and he makes a few comments now and then. Tsubaki purrs at the sight of it. He knew they would get along well.

“They’re having fun, aren’t they?” Toshinori whispers, looking proud. Tsubaki can sympathize, and he barks his yes. Then the number one hero purses his lips, frowning. “But that scar on young Todoroki’s face…”

It’s bad, Tsubaki finishes in his mind, and he has to agree. It’s old, clearly, too integrated into his skin for any healing quirk to do any good. And - it looks clearly caused by a something hot.

And his father is the flame hero.

Toshinori is far from an idiot - he wouldn’t have become the Symbol of Peace otherwise - and even he can see the implications. Then he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “His mother was put in the hospital when he was five. Maybe she caused it.”

But you doubt it, Tsubaki thinks, and flops his head down on Toshinori’s shoulder.

Shouto will become one of his subclass and he will escape his father. It’s just - how things go.

He smiles slightly. If only Belkia was here. He would accept Shouto into the family without any hesitation. Higan would laugh and clap Shouto on the shoulder. Sakuya would evaluate him before scoffing and that would be as good as a welcome in. Otogiri would greet him quietly and they would get along excellently.

Tsubaki blinks away the tears. He misses his family, misses them terribly. He wants them here. Wants them away from C3, from the war that he started and the war that he isn’t sure he wants to do anymore. He just wants everyone he cares for in one place. But that’s impossible. He still hasn’t found a way home.

His tails shake with suppressed emotion as Toshinori hacks up blood.

He wants to go home. He wants everyone to be friends, to be happy, to be -

Well. He wants them safe, more than anything. But he knows that’s out of the realm of question, complete fantasy. He knows it.

It doesn’t stop him from dreaming of it.

maodechu: Misawa having an early morning winter personal...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 14:40:18 -0400

maodechu:

Misawa having an early morning winter personal practice ~~or date if you squint~~

@fydaiyanoace Secret Santa gift for @manganimae~
I’m sorry for the lateness, wish you have a Merry Christmas and happy holidays!

I write words and they somehow turn out okay

daftqunk: jiveturkeyjerky: I love the guy who’s clearly a...

laz-va: Kittens! …and their Mother

tvguts: some edgy loner character in a TV show: do you know…. do you KNOW what it’s like? to be...

bellaisnotokay: HIS NAME IS NOT RATATOUILLE HE MAKES RATATOUILLE LIKE A FUCKING CHAMPION HIS NAME...

miyukei: Midoriya.. are you.. ..All...

Midoriya.. are you..

..All Might’s secret Love Child or something?

athanatosora: athanatosora: remember the time izuku decked all might in the face remember the time...

pocket-luv101:Hyde: I can’t believe you were in a fight.Licht: To be fair, I was the only one who...

pocket-luv101: I originally had the headcanon that World End’s weapon and fighting style would be...

pocket-luv101:Misono, on the phone with Mahiru: Mahiru, the worst thing you can do in these...

incorrectservamp: “Remember that all sentences must have a noun, a verb, and the phrase ‘foolish...

indigoblue-readsalot: Iduna and Freya look so pretty next to each other??? Wow????

animes-trash:Kuro’s evil clone : *points at Kuro* Shoot him ! He’s the clone !Mahiru : *aims his...

stained-byink: “If I’m bad at doubting others, I’d rather believe in them! If I get tricked, I’ll...

aviserger: - サ ー ヴ ァ ン プ - Kuro

sabikugi112:7周年～

tomatomagica: shitmygaywifesays: shitmygaywifesays: I want to tell y’all a story about supporting...

kaijuno: The Computer Room is such a weird concept nowadays but growing up in the 90s/00s we really...

markv5: Well, sure honey… Ну точно зайка

Well, sure honey…

the glory fades - chapter 3

maodechu: Misawa having an early morning winter personal...

animes-trash:Kuro’s evil clone : points at Kuro Shoot him ! He’s the clone !Mahiru : *aims his...

aviserger: - サーヴァンプ - Kuro