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“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.

ochako: it wasn’t a close fight bakugo: close one

Au where Sayu gets the Death Note but instead of becoming Kira, she just becomes best friends with Ryuk

They have fun playing dance dance revolution and messing with people by having Sayu pretend to be a psychic while Ryuk throws stuff around

This is without a doubt the single most overhyped motherfucker in all of anime.

Bro does some grunt work for Mello, gets in a car chase, then dies instantly. That’s it. That’s all he does. If it weren’t for the insane, insane amount of fanmade stuff this dude got, I would’ve forgotten he existed.

To give you a sense of just how much of a fandom worm this guy is, on AO3, he has more fics of him than a good chunk of the main cast, including Misa and Ryuk

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I haven’t read the Death Note manga, but from what I understand, his role there is not much different.

I mean. At least he has cool goggles I guess

Okay but lawlight is superior purely because Light could have ended Near and Mello's whole career by telling them he and L fucked because that's like the wammy orphan equivalent of saying "i fucked ur mom"

All hail Mihael Keehl, the father of cunt

Good Morning

You wake up needing him

The rays of sunlight peaked through the curtains making both of your body's glow, the morning coldness left goosebumps all over your naked bodies and you enjoyed eachothers presences.

You were the one that woke up first, his hair was all messy some of it sticking to his forehead as he let out soft hums in his sleep, his arm was lazily settled on your bare thigh, his finger tips twitching every so often from his dream.

You stared at him as you sneakily moved your hand from his chest downward tracing your finger tips along his abs to his v line causing a shiver to run up his spine, then as your hand went further your breathe hitched he was already hard for you.

It was fairly easy to move yourself on top of him, your thighs straddling his waist as you raise yourself to take him in, the eager movements caused him to stir from his sleep his hands finding their places on your hips planting you down on top of him.

He would chuckle and speak to you with his raspy calling you a bad girl for not asking him first but he'd soon let you continue your actions, 1 orgasm turned into 2 then 3, you wanted this so your not going to stop intil I think you've had enough he would say as he puts his hands behind his head watching you bounce on his cock.

Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Clark Kent, Hal Jordan, Berry Allen, Jake Lockley, Marc Spector, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Stephen Strange

miss ann thrope

i’m sorry. you’re telling me that at split river high school, on separate occasions, various students have been electrocuted in closets, chrushed by stage lights, tackled to death, KILLED BY GUIDANCE COUNSELORS, had deadly allergic reactions, and died in a mysterious fire. also the bUS CRASH THAT KILLED SIX KIDS??

hate it break it to you, but your school is for sure cursed

The fact I'm about to go to bed and don't have someone that's going to use me well I sleep is criminal. Hate being single 😤

tbh i talk a lotta shit for someone with a rice purity score of 94

"bestie we are having you put down" I say as i look in the mirror and realize i spent 5 hours reading smut

thinking about your older bf!simon that cannot cope with being far from you.

when you’re in the shower, he’s sat on the lid of the toilet on his phone (watching those rug cleaning videos) enjoying your faint singing under the stream of water, the smell of your body wash on the cloud of steam- ready to pass you a towel or get your back.

when you’re at your desk, working from home or studying, he’s just on the other side of it reading the paper with one outstretched leg tangled with both of yours. he’s dead quiet when you’re on a call, just happy to be around.

when you’re doing laundry, collecting the clothes in the hamper and crouching to stuff them into the washer- turning around and accidentally colliding with a thick wall of muscle.

“sorry, love”

he steps aside but you can hear his soft footfalls as he continues to follow you throughout your home.

when you’re both watching something on the couch, what starts as his pinky locked with yours turns into his arm around your waist. that turns into your head on his chest, which culminates with you falling asleep in his lap with his cheek on your head and soft snores emanating from his lips.

when you grocery shop, you push the trolley but his chest is to your back, arms either side of you and hands clasped over yours on the handle. you can thank his military training for his uncanny ability to tell exactly when you’ll stop walking.

when he wakes up in the middle of the night, on a rare occasion when you’ve managed to slip out of bed without him realising, he’s immediately in a panic calling your name.

“in here, my love”

as soon as his heart settles, he realises the bathroom light was probably a dead giveaway. you’re taking a wee, you’ll be back in a minute.

that doesn’t stop a sleepy simon from leaning in the doorframe, shielding his eyes from the big light as he waits for you to finish up.

even on the short walk back to bed, you can feel fingers twisted in the back of your shirt- almost like you’re leading the way.

minute you’re both on the mattress, you’re being wrapped up in his arms, slotting you perfectly into the curve of his front- almost like you’re made for him.

(and you are)