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i love akechi touma so much he is so silly 💛

As an autistic monster fucker and a furry (stay with me) I feel confident in saying Laios is not a monster fucker. Laios hyperfixates on monsters like irl people hyperfixate on dinosaurs. Not once have I seen him interested in a monster sexually. He is all about fun facts and recipes.

He is, however, definitely a furry and I'd bet money he's got a fursona and a monstersona.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

Saiki K + OC comic:

For the saiki k lovers cause I also love him a lot

You know who could stop homophobia? Kokomi teruhashi.

Imagine she casually mentions that she thinks gay people are ok. If the most perfect girl in the world isnt homophobic then no one should be. all of a sudden the kokomins are gay rights activists gay marriage is legal everywhere and homophobia is a thing of the past. It could happen

saiki has a little sister au [full comic under the cut]

part 2

i mean. yeah

fav shoyo era 🇧🇷☀️

Oh to be inside Haikyuu and download every single TV Ninja Shoyo beach volleyball match in existence, every single TV Ninja Shoyo MSBY match, every single TV Ninja Shoyo Asas Såo Paulo match, every single TV Ninja Shoyo Men's National team match, every single TV Ninja Shoyo special match, every single...

haikyuu is incredible man…

you ever think about the fact that some people exist not to become stars but to lead others towards the light? ….

hinata was so moved by the little giant that his life found meaning the moment he came into his life (and the little giant never really ended up becoming a pro volleyball player in the first place despite his drive and talent!)

nekomata sensei’s “all we have to do is to lower the net!” shaped kuroo’s entire existence. it left such an impression on him that kuroo turned it into his goal in life: helping as many people as possible discover volleyball.

kuroo himself never going pro but becoming instead a bridge between people and volleyball (which he loves so dearly he wants to make it everyone’s business).

takeda sensei’s “He Who Would Climb a Ladder Must Begin at the Bottom” (which he says to hinata during his first year) became so meaningful to him that hinata hanged it on the wall of his bedroom in Brazil.

sugawara becoming a teacher and getting emotional when facing hinata (to whom he used to set when kageyama refused to do it) and kageyama (who quite literally took what had been his place up until the moment he came) and their growth.

you might think you will never end up doing anything great. instead, i believe you might not end up doing something grand, but whatever it is that you do in life it will always be great and you simply never know whether that one thing you said once or that one thing you once did will ever become the driving force behind someone else’s dream.

Brucie and his babies (and oh no he forgot he invited Clark and Diana oh no-)

sorry but knowing some japanese social cues context while watching this scene is so funny because yeah sure wearing dark shades = not showing emotion + being edgy but bro is literally fitting the gaijin (foreigner) stereotype TO THE TEE gsjkdf how?

one of the ways japanese people can tell if you're a foreigner is when you wear sunglasses (even if it's a sunny day) because they think ur trying too hard to be flashy and cool 😭

idk if this detail was intentional (also who tf wears sunglasses to eat mf zaru soba at night) but if its a context clue considering how the ultraman rising's production team is made up of japanese emigrants, it's a subtle iykyk nod to kenji's "alienness" once he returns to a society that is largely homogenous

also bonus:

kenji ditching the shades and becoming more assimilated into his home country's social cues + more open emotionally with the people around him instead of this flashy larger than life persona oughhh the detailssss in this movie yum

okay bye

there's something awful in looking at someone and thinking "i could've loved you if you had let me."

Lexa deserved to see Clarke tipsy. Lexa deserved to see Clarke laughing, unhindered. Lexa deserved to see Clarke jealous. Lexa deserved to see Clarke act like a dork. Lexa deserved to see Clarke flirt with her when she is desperately trying to keep serious. Lexa deserved to be able to pick Clarke up and swing her around after coming back from a long trip away from Polis. Lexa deserved to see Clarke in an old world dress. Lexa deserved to get inducted into Clarke’s friend group. Lexa deserved the chance to make Abby like her. Lexa deserved to live a happy life with her soulmate. Lexa deserved to have her lover by her side as she handled any challenges that were thrown her way. Lexa deserved to study ancient earth and Skaikru customs and get down on one knee to propose to Clarke. Lexa deserved to spend countless hours designing their bonding tattoos together. Lexa deserved to have a small yet elegant ceremony with everyone who mattered to them gathered to see the two declare their love to each other eternally. Lexa deserved to live. Lexa deserved better.

call me clarke griffin because i too in fact am haunted by my love for lexa even after all these years

you just know the ship is god-tier if it’s hetero and manages to thrive on tumblr.com of all places

So sorry that I wanted two characters that have been through trauma and loneliness to find happiness and love in the comfort that they have with each other. What a silly goose I was hoping for that

I’ve come to the conclusion that Sukuna and Gojo is what happens when a literature arts major courts a physics major using obscure Russian poetry.

There is something so aroace about how Sukuna’s disconnect from traditional love leads to him developing the most unhinged methods of flirting.

Why on earth does Sukuna think courtship is wearing the skin of a loved one while mauling them to death. How the fudge was Gojo supposed to interpret that as affection.

THIS!! I WANT HS BESTIES SUKUGO PLSS THEY MATCHED EACH OTHER'S FREAK😔😔

There must be a universe where Gojo and Sukuna are besties, and they're banned from 30 countries

10:57pm

pairing ; kenji x gn!reader

rating ; suggestive

author’s note ; the thoughts i have for this man … im so normal about him. i need him so bad. hope u guys enjoy ! not proof read

kissing with kenji ! he’s so desperate for you, thighs either side of your body holding you down, hips twitching against you. he’s got one hand firmly wrapped around your throat, thumb slowly rubbing over your carotid. his other hand bruises your waist, skin clenched so tightly in his hold because he wants to see the pretty red marks he leaves behind. he’s feral.

you gasp into his mouth, red in the face from the lack of oxygen when he finally lets up. kenji makes a sound, deep and throaty, almost disappointed in the fact that you had to take a breather. he’s insatiable. he wants to be on you all the time, wants to have you under him, on top, next to, doesn’t care so long as he has you. he takes his hand away from your neck and presses his fingers against your bruised, puffy lips. they’re red and kiss-bitten. there’s drool against your chin and cheeks, courtesy of kenji’s overly curious tongue. there’s a flush on his cheeks, warm to the touch, eyes heavy-lidded and pupils blown wide. “need a break,” you manage to sigh out. his pretty lips travel to your neck, biting flesh playfully. kenji sucks tiny bruises along the column of your throat, trying his best to give you time to recover. he doesn’t last long before he’s rolling his eyes and blowing out a “pfft,” reaching out to hold your head like a ball, pressing your faces together again.

he’s aching against you, painfully hard whilst he ruts, but he just can’t stop. he needs this. this is where he belongs. his lips are so soft, so pillowy pressed against yours. he licks into your mouth, humming in approval. he could die like this. could die with his tongue buried in your throat. euphoric. that’s what this feels like.

when kenji eventually stops for the night, you’re both a mess, you more than him. “did so good f’me, angel,” he grunts against your ear. he’s ruined you, and it fills him absolute glee. you glare at him, huffing about how you’re supposed to show up to work like this tomorrow. “i look like i got mauled,” you say, half jokingly, half worried about how you were supposed to explain your swollen lips.

“oh, you big baby,” he coos, smirking. you’ve just unknowingly added to his insanely inflated ego. he can’t wait until morning when he’ll get to repeat this all over again.

thinking (long and hard) about... kenji sato & baseball critic!reader

but the relationship is already established STAY WITH ME HERE STAY WITH ME

incorrect quotes

"saw your article today. you sure do love feeding the people lies." - - - "that's the thing, baby. i have more than enough to support us both and then some, quit overworking yourself."

and when he's been thinking about going public and you express your worries

"public opinion? sweetheart, i only take three people's opinions into count. dad's, mom's, and yours."

and when you're talking

"well i'm just saying, would it not be weird for the man who i've been writing articles about since he landed here in japan be my boyfriend—?" "husband." "ken, we're not married..." "yet."

im cooking something up TRUST!!!!!! preview <3 preview #2

thinking about kenji coming home to you after he lost a game. he doesn’t even want to come home; he’s so embarrassed, that he lost infront of you—you, who took a cab personally to see him play, and you, who’s probably waiting for him back at home right now. he doesn’t want to think about what else he could’ve done, because he knows he’ll just blame himself, not his strategy. he should’ve been better. he’s ken sato! he’s supposed to be the greatest living player! he’s ken sato.

what is he if he’s not the greatest living player?

when he does come home, he gets an answer. instead of cringing at his state, you smile and you kiss his cheek. “i prepared an ice bath for you.” you prepared an icebath for him? you chose to go through the work? you wanted to? kenji’s confused. you only pat his cheek and push him gently to the direction of the bath tub. he notices, then, when he walks inside of the bathroom that you decided to go through the work for a reason. candles are lit next to the tub; his favorite scent, too. you know him so well. he doesn’t even notice you’re behind him, but he does once you tap his shoulder and gently pry off his shirt. ken isn’t in the mood, and he tells you that, and you look almost offended.

“i don’t want to fuck, ken.” you say, simply, “i want to help you get into the bathtub. you must be sore. come on, shimmy out of your clothes or something already.” you chide, and kenji cracks up, but he lets you take off his clothes and get him into the bathtub. he could’ve done it himself, he would’ve—but he just wanted to have this moment. you take care of him in ways that no one else can.

“i lost the game.” he whispers. “you did.” you reply, “so what?” you continue, sitting on the closed toilet seat; you didn’t want to leave him alone today, it seems. “so what?” he repeats, astounded. you did have a knack for being concerningly nonchalant, but now kenji feels like he’s overreacting with all his moping. “yeah, so what? you’re still a fantastic baseball player.” you make things seem so simple, and it makes him feel so dumb sometimes. your eyes soften. “what i mean is, you’re still a fantastic base ball player—one bad game, or even twenty in a row— won’t change that. you’re still commendable, and you’re also still my precious baby, ken.” you add the last part teasingly, but that doesn’t change the effect it has on him.

kenji beams. he was right on one thing, you made things so simple, but he didn’t feel dumb anymore. he felt lighter now. so much lighter. infact, he couldn’t wait for his next game. he couldn’t wait to see you in the stands, either. he felt blessed, to have someone who he knew would cheer for him; win or lose.

yes, he supposes he did have his answer. what is ken sato but the greatest living baseball player? easy. he’s your ken sato. he’s yours.

💋 kisses, v <3

best friends......