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bookwyrminspiration · 10 months

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the trend of people being really open with information one should probably be more hesitant to share is also present in real life, which is terrifying. I met a kid the other day, 13, who started casually talking about various mental disorders and diagnoses he'd received after knowing me for less than an hour. with no prior mention or discussion to indicate my thoughts, because we'd been talking about other things. because we'd just met. I mean them no harm, but like, he is putting a lot of faith in me without further verifying my intentions. so please not only be careful with what you share online but what you share in person as well because you don't know who is safe

#i don't know what to tag this #i will give him that he had verified me as a fellow supportive queer person #and so we talked about things related to that first #because I made a specific point to complement the pride flags made of beads on his shoelaces #and I was wearing a couple pride things myself #but like. I'd given zero indication I was a safe person to confide mental disorders in #like. I believe I am and try to be a supportive person #we just don't know each other well enough for him to know that yet #the conversation hadn't gone there #we'd literally just met like 40 minutes ago #and they brought it up just so casually #like. !!! you do not know if you can trust me!!!#please sir be careful!!#i think his reasoning was that oh queer person? lot of queer people are mentally ill/aren't neutrotypical #ur probably alright #and like. he was correct. but that is not good logic to base your safety on!!#terrifying #i just sat there like O_O for a second like did you really. you just went there without safety checks? the world is dangerous my dude #we're in public. you don't know me #ough

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ecoamerica · 24 days

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fandomsandfeminism · 2 months

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Is there anything more bone-chilling as a woman who teaches in a middle school than when a male coworker starts to complain about kids breaking the dress code? (Or not EVEN breaking the actual dress code since ours is really lax, but breaking the dress code in their mind)

It's never good.

It's never a good time.

#sir please the children wearing leggings are not being immoral wtf #no its not just about following the rules leggings arent against the rules remember #no i understand that you think they should be against the rules but thats not the same thing #no i do not think that a tank top is a safety issue I teach English not woodshop #sir I will kill you if you say its about self respect again I dont care if its gonna make the teachers lounge uncomfortable

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sweetingtea · 2 months

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TW: IMPLIED MPREG

Istg if this makes you uncomfortable then PLEASE do not read. I warned you. Your mental health is more important!

⚠️PROCEED WITH CAUTION UNDER THE CUT⚠️

Based on @mollymauk-teafleak ‘s AU with the HuskerDust twins! (Sorry for the tag! Just wanted to properly credit!)

I see a lot of posts talking about Husk pawing/kneading/making biscuits at Angel’s chest floof, but consider this: Whenever one or both of the twins are laying on Angel’s chest for whatever reason at all, one or both just start mindlessly kneading at their daddy’s chest while tiny purrs escape the young one’s mouth.

I thought about this on a random Friday at 2 o’clock in the morning and then forgot about it. I am currently typing this on a Sunday turning into Monday at midnight. I was mulling over ways to make brownies, and then the thought came:

✨HUSKERDUST TWINS✨

Anyways, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I’m an artist. I could draw it. I want to. However, I’m a busy witch. I got shit to do that’s not my own hyper fixations. Sad :( but that’s life for ya’.

Hope y’all enjoy my thoughts. I love this AU, it’s just too precious.

I’d take this AU on a date if were possible. Give the author of it some luv.

K I’m done.

Typing—I’m done typing, not crying.

This’ll be posted when I wake up :) 💛

Edit, for when I wake up:

Damn y’all, I think I was coming down with a case of baby fever last night and I made the upmost smart decision to look in the HuskerDust tag. The good thing is that this doesn’t just sound like me spitting out complete gibberish, I sound sober, yeah. I like the “kitty(s) kneading their daddy’s chest fluff” and I can just imagine Angel noticing it, loading his brain to process what their crotch-spawn(s) [are] doing, then cry about it. He’d later call in Husk and be like: “HUSKY!! I NEED A CAT TRANSLATION TO WHATEVER IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!!”

But like, in a good way :)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #hazbin husk #huskerdust #amazon prime #huskerdust babies au #you might make fun of me for the warning #with how serious it looks #but honestly #I feel like it’s needed so I don’t get fussed at #I will not be scolded today #no-sir-ee #I also just want y’all to take care of yourself #please do #💛#sweetingtea: hazbin hotel

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bezierballad · 1 month

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Hot Hazbin take:

I still think it was a wasted opportunity in the second episode that it was Charlie—and only Charlie—who continued to vouch for Sir Pentious and not Angel Dust.

Hear me out.

"It Starts With Sorry" starts right after we see Vox chewing out Pentious and calling him a failure, even going as far as telling him to off himself.

When I first watched the episode, I was 90% expecting a moment where Angel Dust (who had just outed Pentious as a mole) has a moment (even if it's just a blink-and-you-miss it change of expression) where he's like "Oh shit..." and clearly starts to see a bit of himself in Pentious, and thinks "maybe he and I aren't so different." And so he eventually (maybe a bit begrudgingly) sides with Charlie when she chooses to give him a second chance.

I mean, just minutes ago (in the same episode) we had the scene where Angel is listening to his voicemails from Valentino. They were clearly setting up parallels and yet... they didn't do anything with them for some reason?

I can't be the only one thinking this, right?

#hazbin hotel #charlie magne #charlie morningstar #sir pentious #angel dust #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel sir pentious #radio killed the video star #vivziepop #If anyone has created an alternate take on this scene please let me know #I'd love to see it #bezier stfu no one cares

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scruntassdude · 6 months

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im going to explode i need to stop leaving doodles out at work. boss saw my prismo drawings...

i promise im normal please please ple

#exploding rn. if you even care #seriously tho im mortified #please sir ignore that i swear im a normal adult and take my job seriously and im not thinking abt prismo 24/7 please i promise ple #fionna and cake #adventure time #prismo the wishmaster

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deeply-unserious-fellow · 3 months

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Heeeeeeey guys, can we maybe stop calling Sir Pentious an innocent little baby, or really anything to that effect? He's a grown ass man it's really fucking weird.

#like. I dont care if you think he's innocent and soft. he's still an adult man #please don't talk about him like he's a child #hazbin hotel #sir pentious

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willowser · 2 years

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okay, but hmm. did not consider personal assistant au for kirishima specifically. and i feel like — the things that you would find out about eijirou, beyond red riot, would be so intimate and so surprising.

because maybe you're new, to the assistant thing, hot off the press. his mom has been managing his affairs for a while now but she's getting older and kind of tired and sometimes kiri wants to go to her house and just be a son and not a hero. sometimes he just wants to eat her cooking and wash his clothes in her detergent, because it smells like home, and not talk about what's on his schedule for next week and why he's got to endorse another toothpaste brand on instagram.

all you know about him has been spoon-fed by the media; he's been a friendly face in hero society since he was sixteen — someone people looked up to and knew they could rely on, someone they trusted to get the job done and get it done right, because kirishima is and always has been the shining, beaming face of justice. he's kid friendly, has a tiktok, does a lot publicly with his fans, attends conventions and hugs people even if they didn't pay for it along with their ticket.

he's the good guy, always smiling.

and the first time you start to question that, he's sitting in his office. alone, after dark. the city below offers a very dim light that creeps up through his half-shuddered windows and he's staring at the hardwood of his desk, completely zoned out, and he's — unhappy. obvious there, in all his cracks and crevices. the width of his eyes and weight of his frown makes him look older, and whatever is going on inside his head has him by the throat, because he doesn't even look up when you linger in the doorway, when you—

"uh, sir?"

and then he blinks, planted back inside his skin before looking up at you. "sorry, what's up?" his voice is raspy, moreso than usual, as if he hasn't used it in hours, and you wonder how long he's just been sitting there. thinking. when he smiles at you, it's soft and warm, like a blanket fresh out of the dryer, and your frigid worry is thawed from how believable it is.

he's very professional with you, albeit friendly; making jokes, going out on very rare occasions with your coworkers, though he only has one drink before leaving early. only calls you by your last name and never instructs you to do different with him, tells you good morning with that same trademarked cheer, never spends too much time with just you, texts your work phone only — and for strictly work related things.

very rarely takes days off, and when he does, he finds himself back in his office anyway. tidying up or going over reports from the last week or checking his emails or figuring out if you ever got ahold of so-and-so.

kirishima is standing at your desk, looking over his to-do's for next week, murmuring to himself when he can fit time in for the gym or for the yearly charity run they do in kamino. and again — you're struck with the reminder of him as a fresh-faced teen and all that he had to endure. if it's warped him, trapped him into whatever he is now. you wonder if he even realizes it, though the haunted look on his face from before hints at a startling truth.

"aren't you tired?" you ask him suddenly, peering up as he looms over you.

he smiles, even chuckles. "what? whaddya mean?"

"it's your off day, you know," you frown and his lips twitch in response, displeased. "you should be at home, like, i don't know, getting some rest or watching die hard or something."

he doesn't say anything at first and your eyes go a little wide, because his silence has you worrying you've crossed a major boundary with him. he's kind and you're not afraid of him; you only hope you aren't being too forward or offensive.

but there's something that lines the creases around his eyes, a bit wry as he studies your face. you get the odd feeling this is the first time he’s ever looked at you. but a soft snort comes out of his nose and then he's grinning again, beaming.

"i'm in more of a predator kind of phase right now, actually." and he makes the odd, alien little noise, mimicking how it opens its madibles with his fingers and you can't help but to laugh at him, all too aware of the gaze he keeps on your face even after you look away.

for the most part, he has very good composure; you've never seen him get mad about — anything, and he hardly swears, which you think is really odd considering which other pro hero is constantly stomping around his office. it has you wondering what attracts them to one another; what of dynamight is in red riot, too, that makes them such good friends, natural partners. a strive to do good, to win, but you think, maybe, it's something deeper than that. darker, even.

red riot is meant to give a speech at a ribbon cutting, after a few commercial buildings are decimated in a villain attack. although he wasn't particularly part of the rescue, it's still him they choose for their front page. for their podium. as their shining star.

it's the first time you see him crack, really.

behind the curtain they've hung up, hiding as some community official drones on and on about the true meaning of heroics — despite not being one — and kirishima is standing beside you as you quietly go over what you've written for him. you don't even notice he's not listening until his breathing is louder than your voice, and when you glance up from your flashcards, he's — somewhere else. zoned out, just like he had been in the dark.

"sir?" you murmur, and he's popping all his fingers and flexing his palms and kind of shuffling in place, oblivious. "hey, sir?" before you can reach out to touch him, he's tugging at the tie around his neck like it's choking him.

and he whispers a harsh "fuck" before squeezing his shut.

it takes you completely by surprise, though a guilt-laden voice in the back of your mind reminds you this isn't new, that this is something you maybe should have addressed earlier, instead of letting him suffer in a masked silence.

"fuck," he says again, leaning his head back to try and steady his rapid breathing. you think he might be hyperventilating. "fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,"

"kirishima?" and it's his name from your mouth that has him returning, looking at you for a moment before exhaling, wiping his hands on his slacks as he jostles like his skin is uncomfortable over his bones. "what's wrong?"

"no, nothin', i just—" he swallows, adam's apple bobbing, and you frown as he peeks behind the curtain and back into the crowd and cameras that are set on the stage. waiting. "goddamn it."

he's panicking; the realization has you stunned, but — he is twenty-six and just a man. one that's been built from the ground up, in the shape of something that's become too heavy after so long. even for him.

"hey," the notecards slap against the floor, forgotten, and you step in front of him to tentatively place your hands on his arms. if you're crossing a boundary, he doesn't seem to notice. "hey, hey, we can cancel this."

"what?" he looks at you like you're crazy, swallowing again. for the first time, you see an angry crease develope between his eyebrows. "no, no, i can't—they—i've got nothing to do with this and still, they want red riot to—"

"i don't give a shit about 'red riot' right now, okay?"

you think this is definitely going to get you fired; he rears back from you like you've slapped him — maybe you have, metaphorically — and he goes completely silent. breath evening out. eyebrows raised in stunned offense.

"i'm talking about you, kirishima." you clarify, daring to reach out and touch his elbow with what you hope is comfort. he just stares at the point of contact, open-mouthed. "if you don't want to—"

but then they're calling his name and people are waving him on and he's gone under the weight of his mantle, walking out without worry as he grins and smiles and waves and thanks everyone for coming. your notecards were worthless, because he has the entire thing memorized by heart and he pauses at the right times and laughs his little laugh so that everyone else chuckles, too.

picture perfect: that's what you think when you watch the playback later, on youtube. wouldn't even know what he was hiding, in his shadows.

you wait until you're back at the office and everyone has gone home to talk to him, and when you linger in his doorway, he doesn't notice for a long time. staring blankly at his dark computer monitor, far away.

this time, it's him that moves first, eventually having to a double-take to confirm you're really standing there. you're expecting anger or annoyance or frustration to come pooling out, but — he just smiles, a little more obvious in his insincerity, and says, "hey."

you don't say anything, though you do come further in to stand right across his desk. waiting, for him to reveal himself.

he doesn't. "sorry about earlier, i get a little stage-fright sometimes," sheepishly, he laughs, scratching the back of his head. "i didn't mean for you to see me like that, i just—"

"i am," you sigh, continuing when he quiets and raises his eyebrows at the interruption. "going to go and get some shitty bar food and a beer and go home to sit on my couch and watch all the predator films."

he relaxes, just a little. just enough. "even a.v.p?"

"yes, even a.v.p." you want him to invite himself, but you should know that's a step too far, for him. instead he just tells you "sounds nice" and then eventually, whatever lives in his head begins to eat its way out. "and i would really enjoy some company, kirishima, if you are interested at all."

the rejection is clear on his face and so you look away to spare yourself, trying not to take it personal. this arms-length he keeps you at is — odd, and you can't figure it out. you wonder how long it's been since anyone has breached his walls. how long it's been since he's let them.

"that's okay," you surrender, offering him a timid smile though he frowns. in the smallest moment of sincerity, his eyes flash with something and he stands, hands curled into fists like he would reach out with them, if he didn't glue them to his sides.

"i am tired," he finally says, and his eyes droop and he smiles, waning and weak, a lopsided turn of his lips. one of his little teeth peeking out, like a fang. "you're my employee and i shouldn't but, i am really fucking tired."

you're stunned, again, and he fishes his keys out of a drawer and walks over to you, suit jacket forgotten on the back of his chair. his tie is gone, too, nowhere to be found. you hope he threw it away.

as he's locking up his office behind him, he turns to you, almost shy. "only if we get chicken kaarage, though."

you smile and so does he and it's real, for the both of you. for the first time.

#i considered the concept of kiri not being as sunshine as he seems and i'm #unwell #please sir let me help you let me take care of you 😭#kirishima drabble #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: kirishima

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