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#brief but present
sassypantsjaxon · 5 months
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So my sister came in my room, saw how I had my age of heroes figures posed, and asked if they were supposed to be doing some weird cuddling thing and I was just like no???
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But she doesn't know anything about mha and probably thinks I'm exaggerating everything about erasermic because she doesn't know how canon it is for them to just hang out in each other's personal space
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I seriously cannot exaggerate how comfortable they are with each other
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black-and-yellow · 1 month
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The walk home from UA
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heynhay · 11 months
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and there's nothing i can do, not much i can change, so i give it up to you. i hope that's okay.
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introcoryo · 4 months
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botany major!katniss, who isn’t so good with her words, so she gifts you flowers that correlate with what she’s feeling. you walk hand in hand through the woods as she points out different plants, rambling on about how to recognize various species and their distribution patterns.
fine arts major!peeta, working tirelessly at his family’s bakery, making personalized latte art which leaves him with huge tips at the end of the day. all of his peers recognize you as the inspiration for all of his assignments, your features taking up every bit of his sketchbook.
mechanical engineering major!gale, his schedule so full and busy but always making time to see you daily. you’re always the first to hear about how he did on a particular exam, cuddled up as you watch nature documentaries.
aquatic biology major!finnick, known around campus as the university heartthrob. he spends most of his free time at the docks or the beach, feet always bare and buried underwater, occasionally splashing you playfully. suntanning and writing your initials in the sand is how your dates usually go.
athletic training major!johanna, who caresses your sleeping features and plants a small kiss on your forehead before leaving for her morning run. she teasingly flexes her muscles while you’re applying kinesiology tape on her body.
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rabbitsonthemoon · 17 days
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Sometimes I remember that these interactions between Aizawa, All Might, Midnight and Present Mic are all canon and it makes my day a little better.
(Source: My Hero Academia: School Briefs, Volume 3: Dorm Days. All excerpts are taken from publicly available previews from Amazon.)
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*cackling*
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*cackling intensifies*
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I love these idiots so much.
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Aizawa's sexuality is cat naps.
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wavygrayvy · 7 months
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Loki wants to know where he belongs? In Cleveland as the stepdad to two mischievous boys obviously. And he and Sean’s snake are besties ofc
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cemeterything · 2 years
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their relationship is literally impossible to define but if there's one thing we know for sure it's that they've got something gay going on
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crescentfool · 7 months
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🌊🌸
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mtndw-whteout · 4 months
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I had this concept,, what if Takenaka found out about how Mob and Teru first met? I know it’s hc/said mob puts up a barrier so he’s one less voice for takenaka to have to hear but, what if he catches Mob off guard and happens to get a visualization of their fight (everything up until Mob falling unconscious) and he’s upset bc like, why would anyone want to do that to Mob?
So he searches for Teru and attempts to beat his ass
Horahh
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zivvis · 3 months
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barbie doll gore mod where you can do his hair and put him in situations. it's exactly the same mod
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sassypantsjaxon · 7 months
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Okay, so we learned from one of the light novels that Mic and Aizawa did a haunted house for their school festival back when they were students
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Okay, now look at this iconic post
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Please tell me somebody else sees my vision
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tea-earl-grey · 4 months
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We're all familiar with how most of the Star Trek shows have their dialogue in that somewhat formal stilted manner that plenty of people have poked fun at but also it kind of makes sense in an era of universal translators that people would make a habit of speaking clearly and avoiding slang/metaphors to ensure their points are well translated. I know that was never the intention (and a lot of newer trek shows go for more informal dialogue) but hm. Food for thought.
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remyfire · 8 months
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Lines that always hit so fucking good
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kkoct-ik · 7 days
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im so gender confused because im a he/him who wants masculine attributes and i present myself as butch but i still get euphoria when i pull my hair back to look like a girl because then i look like my better self
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jankwritten · 4 months
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Jasico Bingo Challenge: Jason Remembers Nico
Sunlight streaks in through the half-open arena roof, bathing their section in warm, mid-afternoon gold. Jason, who has decided to spend their short mid-class break sprawled out in the dirt, basks in the warmth of it. 
He’s hot from training, sure, and maybe everyone else is smarter for seeking shelter in the shade of the spectator stands, but something about the afternoon sun is like wrapping up in a blanket. A cozy, tingly kind of warmth. 
Maybe, in another life, Jason was a child of Apollo. Wouldn’t that be something? Jason Grace: still a child of the sky, but without all the pressure. It sounds pretty nice, he won’t lie. 
As the class murmurs in the background, Jason lets himself relax. Really, truly relax, starting with his shoulders, down his arms, his wrists, his knuckles. He loosens his back on a deep exhale, and down his legs, until he feels as boneless and one-with-the-earth as he possibly can. 
A cool shade passes over him. It settles across his face, as if something has come by and blocked out the sun. 
He peeks. 
“You’ll get a sunburn,” Nico says, hunched over with his elbows on his knees, face in his hands. 
“And you won’t?” Jason closes his eyes again. Honestly, having Nico’s chilly aura nearby is kind of awesome when the sun’s this perfect. Yin and yang, right? Balance. 
Plus, y’know, doesn’t hurt a guy’s pride to have the well documented people-avoider seeking him out. Even if it’s to save him from himself. Score one: Jason. 
“My hair will spare my neck, I’m sure.” 
Jason smiles. “I like your hair long, you know. I wish I could grow my hair out like that.” 
Nico makes a scoffing sound, like he can’t decide if he wants to be amused or offended. Jason peeks again. 
“Perfect Praetor Grace wants to look like an unwashed rat?” 
“That’s not what I said. I said I wanted to grow my hair long, like yours.” 
He watches Nico rolls his eyes and shake his head, but he doesn’t push the point. 
Score two: Jason. 
A breeze rolls in off the strawberry hills, bringing the scent of grass and summer in to mix with the kicked up dirt and metal of the arena. Jason lulls into it. 
Gods, this is peaceful. It probably shouldn’t be, in the middle of teaching a class on self-defense. Jason’s always been a creature of habit, though, and battle was always an ironically safe space for him. Let out his aggression in a semi-healthy way, or something. 
Back at Camp Jupiter, they would have him fight in the coliseum every so often, a demonstration of his power, his capability to lead. They called him ruthless. He only ever lost one fight, which earned the victor a massive wave of support when it came time to elect praetors. 
It’s a strange memory, but one he smiles at nonetheless. Reyna was nothing short of vicious when they went toe-to-toe; she was the only person who ever fought the way Jason felt like he needed to, like it was sink or swim. Victory or death. 
There was one match, after Reyna, after people realized that Jason could be beaten, where he accidentally let too much of that side show. When he threw down his sword and took his opponent to the ground to fight like the wolves did, in the grass with teeth and claws and the rest of the pack swarming around them, snarling their approval. 
One face stood out in that crowd, afterward, of people stepping around him, giving him a wide berth while he scrubbed the blood off his mouth. It was a boy, wearing a too-loose purple shirt and a look on his face like he knew exactly what he’d seen. A boy with hair that turned brown in the light and eyes like nothing Jason had ever seen - not quite haunted, but certainly too old for the face they sat within. When the light hit them, it almost seemed to disappear. 
Jason never spoke to the boy. 
He opens his eyes again. Nico blinks down at him, his head tilted, eyebrows creased and mouth frowning. 
Jason grins back. Nico’s eyebrow twitches. 
“What.” 
“Nothing,” Jason says. A lifetime ago, Jason singled out one boy in a crowd, and despite having forgotten, lost everything, built himself anew—here that boy sits. Shielding him from the sun. Still, somehow, knowing Jason better than he’s ever known himself. “I’m just glad we’re friends.” 
“Ugh, gods,” Nico’s face goes pink, and his hands move, covering over his mouth and nose. “You’re worse than Will.” 
“I’m doing my job well, then.” 
Nico shakes his head, his hair drifting over his shoulders in the process, hanging in the air between them. Jason wants to reach up and touch it, fiddle with the strands like Leo does with Piper’s hair when they’re hanging out in the bunker. 
“I should let you burn,” Nico says. He doesn’t move. 
The victor in the colosseum would have shored up his walls at that. Closed himself off from the boy with underworld eyes. Heard nothing but the implication that Jason needs someone else to keep him safe, to keep him from getting himself hurt. 
Maybe that’s why Nico never spoke to him, back at Camp Jupiter. Maybe that’s why Jason never got up the nerve to approach him. Too scared to let himself trust. 
“I put my life in your hands,” Jason teases, crossing his arms behind his head. 
The sun is warm on his skin. The chuff of Nico’s disbelieving, snorting laugh is warmer. 
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moeblob · 2 years
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Just casually dropping relationship statuses after Azure Gleam or something.
(I really should play more SB but hhhhhh)
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