it's been a sec since i've done a translation! but i think this comic is really sweet so translation under the cut!! the title on the comic is "kiribaku and tododeku who aren't public about their relationship (having mild heart attacks)", and the caption on the tweet is "i wanna read 10000 stories about people finding out about kiribaku and tododeku's relationships"
Hero Radio OFFTiME! On our program, you can hear top heroes spill a little bit about their private lives. Today's hosts are Deku and Red Riot! What kinds of things will they talk about? Let's see!
Midoriya: Man, you must be tired! You came here straight after a night shift, right? Are you feeling alright?
Kirishima: All good! Besides, you've been working ten days in a row, right? Good on you!
(word bubbles - Very, Very Tired)
M: Alright then, our first letter of the night...this one comes to us from BlueMackerel-san, who asks, "How did you spend your last day off?"
K: Uhh...oh yeah! Hiked 'n camped! And ate a ton of campfire food!
M: Oh, with Kacchan?
K: Yep!
M: He sure does like hiking.
Flashback Kirishima: WHOOPIE!!
Flashback Bakugou: Just eat it
M: What'd you two eat?
K: The works! Spare ribs, and homemade sausage, and meat, and more meat! Bakugou always packs a ton of meat to barbecue, it's crazy good! What about you?
M: Mmm...I slept in until around noon...and I think that day, Todoroki's family invited me over for dinner. His sister is a great cook!
Flashback Fuyumi: Welcome, welcome!
K: Coooool. So we both ended up just spending the day with our boyfriends, huh-
M: UH- um-
K: Huh? OH-! Cut! Cut!! Can you guys pretend you didn't hear that last...
M: Ohhhh my goddddddd
Narration: Our next letter comes to us from DieYouScum-san, who writes, "I'm killing you when you get home"
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👏big👏dick👏steve
that’s it.
that’s everything I have to say today.
bye bye
Love you my baby!
-🧸
Oh Steve is BIG, I just know it 🙈
But I think at the start, his size doesn’t make him overconfident or full of himself? He’s just really into the fact you’re so in awe of how big he is and it damn near breaks him.
Once he finds his confidence with intimacy though, holy shit does that man play up on the fact he’s huge. The way he lays you on the bed, making you comfortable and kisses you with a hunger that you easily reciprocate.
His touch is so gentle but the way he’s going to fuck you is going to be anything but that. His kisses are too insistent, grunting as he grinds the bulge in his sweatpants against you and the second he slips himself inside you, you realise you couldn’t be more right.
He always relishes that first gentle slide, watching how you struggle to keep eye contact with him as he bottoms out. “Gets you every time, doesn’t it honey?” He asks with a smirk, holding your chin to keep your eyes on him.
He starts to pull back, only letting a couple of inches slip from your body before driving himself home again, drinking in your whimpers.
“Too big for you, huh? There’s not a thought in that little head of yours. You just take it. Such a perfect girl, going all silly on her Captain’s nice thick cock.” He adores how you whimper, your eyes squeezing shut, willing yourself not to feel as much pleasure as he’s giving you.
“I feel every fucking flutter, you know that? I feel every single squeeze. Feel the way you desperately try to cling to me. Even when you’ve had enough and you’re pushing me away, you’re still trying to keep yourself stuffed and you don’t even know it.” He grunts, angling his hips to hit that sweet spot so deep inside you, it leaves you clawing his back, whining your pleasure into the crook of his neck and willing him to never stop.
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See and Hear Everything Twice
(Or, How I attended a Taylor Swift concert with my sister in spite of my severe photosensitivity)
So as I indicated on this blog while we were sitting in traffic, I went to Taylor Swift's Eras Night 1 in Foxbourogh over the weekend.
"But Leah," I hear you saying, "How in the world did you manage that? Surely such a thing would liquify your poor, photosensitive brain! After all, twinkle lights have been known to give migraines before. Surely a stadium concert is a bad idea!"
Well. Yes. My sister went into the concert alone. I listened from outside the stadium.
My sister and I are long-time, vintage Swifties. We started out listening wearing grooves in the Fearless CD, and we've never let up. My sister and I are also night-and-day different in both our interests and dispositions, to the point where I've had friends ask, "But what do you do together?" And the answer to that is a lot of things, but "sing along to Taylor Swift" is definitely a big one.
I looked hard and was eventually able to get my sister a single ticket to Eras for her birthday (which has the added advantage of being substantially cheaper than two tickets together). The idea was that I would (a) become the Coolest Big Sister ever by making this happen for her and (b) be able to experience the whole thing secondhand. Both of us took that concept very seriously.
I don't know if you know it, but there's a Christmas story that we like in my family called "Why the Chimes Rang." Here's an excerpt:
"But I cannot bear to leave you, and go on alone," said Little Brother.
"Both of us need not miss the service," said Pedro, "and it had better be I than you. You can easily find your way to the church; and you must see and hear everything twice, Little Brother - once for you and once for me."
My sister quoted this to me the morning of our concert and I can't describe what it meant to me. She saw and heard everything twice. Sitting outside the stadium (and wearing both the concert tees we bought on top of my regular clothes - it was a cold night), I got to hear the music that we grew up listening to together. More than that, in a lot of ways, it felt like my incredible little sister was sitting right next to me, like we were listening together. Really, it was kind of surreal.
I've long since made my peace with the idea that there are lots of things that my illness won't let me do. Yet it was really beautiful to be able to cross one impossible thing off that list this weekend, with some help from my sister.
I've waxed poetic enough, so I'm just gonna bullet point some of the details below for anyone who's interested:
The traffic on the way in wasn't terrible, but when we stopped at a rest stop for lunch the place was stuffed with Swifties in full concert apparel. A feeling of fun and camaraderie in the air.
The merch line was a good hour and forty five, but I was able to get a poster for the shadow box that my sister plans on making (she's crafty like that).
Everybody's outfits were NUTS. Lots of sequins, sparkling cowboy boots and hats, replicas on iconic T Swift looks, etc. One gal was dressed as the crumpled up piece of paper from "All Top Well."
Friendship bracelet swapping was SO fun. I spent the run up to the concert knotting bracelets and everyone I talked to seemed to think they were really cool!
There were probably 40-50 people hanging out by the stadium the night of our concert. Lots of folks were picnicking. There were these four little girls in identical concert sweatshirts there with someone's mom and they were having a grand time dancing and singing and oh boy was it infectious. You could hear all the music clearly from where I was, though probably only about 20% of the dialogue.
My highlights were probably the Fearless set (something buoyant in the air + truckloads of deep fondness), august into the illicit affairs double bridge (SHIVERS), 22 (a fave + fond moment with my sister over text), and the end of the 1989 set (high on the night and singing along).
Our surprise songs were "Should've Said No" and "Better Man." My sister sent me some genuine hall-of-fame texts as Taylor was announcing them. Both are firmly A-tier songs for which I have a lot of love. Also, we both found it funny that the Yeehaw Swifties won so big in Massachusetts, of all places.
The traffic getting out of Foxbourogh was horrific. We barely moved for the better part of two hours after getting back to the car.
After the concert, my sister came running when she found me and all but leapt into my arms. For all that I loved the music, that was the best part of the night.
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