#tomorrow I die at work!

[hajihiko]

“oh no people tell me I have no sense of personal space and I'm a man and her unofficial coach what if I've been making her uncomfortable- and Akane is like nah. You're not gonna do anything to me I can feel it. Like hes the only person who can overpower her but he just uses that strength to be there for her” og my god. i need a minute after that ome. god i had a whole long winded analysis of this and i was gonna put it all here but i seriously have no words. this is so real in every possible way and a lil too relatable lmfao

ITMEANS A LOT TO ME OKAY. I too could rsnt but idk where it would go

#Akanidai #Like... the way he thinks putting her first is just a Duh action like of course shes the most important look at her!!! #The way she is used to being on her own and taking care of others but finally someone thinks she's worth putting first .... #The way shes used to being treated badly especially if vulnerable (which is why she never IS) and the way he would just literally die first #Akane being like ok here I am. In his room. At night. Comparatively weak. This is when other guys would take advantage #And hes like hey are you cold? Hungry? I was thinking we could work on your breathing tomorrow. You're doing great at LIFTS! #HE SAYS HES IMPRESSED BY HER STRENGTH BUT HE WANTS HER TO GROW SPIRITUALLY.... he wants her to be her best self.... #Why does no one talk about them I love them #an art

[stararch4ngelqueen]

A Compromise

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Time Written - 12:44 p.m

Jason Todd/pregnantfem!reader

(Again, if you don’t like how rugged he looks, bite me)

“Y’know, sometimes you stink when you come back,” you say, making him both aware of your presence behind him, attempting some form of amusement to break the ice.

His fingers halt on the buckles on his gun harness upon hearing your voice, his back facing the doorway from where he sat on the bed. He doesn’t turn around, not moving in response to what you say. You hadn’t spoken much to him since the night before, and this is what you say?

Of course he knows he stinks. After every patrol, he reeks of wet dirt, filthy water from putrid puddles lining the alleyways, and blood. Or something similar with a rusty, metallic tinge, and that’s not exactly a clean scent.

Jason halted his actions, not sure how to answer that. Sure, maybe he’s not all that hygienic when he’s out on a mission, but that’s a normal thing right? That’s what he comes home for, for nice hot showers and time with his girl.

He grumbles silently to himself, knowing you only make such comments to annoy him. Given the tension between you both was a still little rough, maybe you weren’t as angry as before, given how you started talking to him again.

“Do I? Only sometimes?” He sounds oh so surprised whilst peeking a glance over his shoulder, a sheepish grin playing across his face. One that he couldn’t hold back when he sees you there, all ready for bed while he was gearing up for ‘work.’

“More like all the time, right?” he adds, his tone dripping with a light hint of sarcasm as he pulled his gloves on.

“A good eighty percent,” You muster up another comment, your fingers fiddling with your shirt.

"Eighty, Doll?" He sighs heavily, his arm crossed over his chest in mock distress over this. How he was choosing to act this way slightly caught you by surprise, given you had limited view of what he was doing.

Of course he wouldn’t admit it yet, but he had missed the way you would tease him about variously stupid things—your attitude was what he really enjoyed the most about you.

“So you’re saying I don’t smell about two out of ten times?” he counters confidently, gazing up as if in deep thought. “Not a horrible percentage. Not great though, either.”

A faint tongue click erupted from the front door, causing a tickle in the corner of his lip.

"Why not just say I always stink, huh?" he asks, his tone slightly playful, a faint smile growing his face.

"I guess I could take a bath, but.." Jason trails off, exaggerating his shrugging shoulders. "You do know I'm a guy, right? Baths aren't my thing."

You then scoff, rolling your eyes after his little arrogant display. How does Jason manage to be so frustrating with his undivided attempt at cocky humor?

“Sure, whatever.” You mumble, lightly settling a hand on your protruding stomach.

Jason stood from his perch on the edge of the bed, fully taking in your slouched stance along the doorway. Fresh out of a shower, hair styled for sleep, wearing a purposefully oversized shirt to accommodate your expanding bump you mindlessly nestled along your palm.

He sighs, unable to help feeling a little more guilty by the second. His gaze lingered along your bump, slightly chewing on the inner corner of his cheek.

“Fine, Fine. When I get back I’ll go take a damn bath.” He groans as if it’s a massive chore thrown on his shoulders while reaching for his jacket. “But only because you asked.”

“Jason,” you gruff, watching him put on another sly grin before adjusting the rest of his uniform, tugging his jacket over his shoulders.

"And I still think baths aren't necessary. Showers? Sure, soaps are a necessity. But baths? Complete waste of time."

“That’s not what I’m—“ you start, but ultimately stop and sigh.

His unnecessary ranting just proved he was sidetracking off the topic that hung over both your heads. The reason you both yelled at each other the entire night before he vanished from your sight. The reason you were left in an empty house until his usual return around six in the morning, but even then silence was the main music that filled the space.

Safety; the whole topic had been about Jason’s safety.

He knows you’re concerned every day he heads out the door each night. He knows you want him to be safe, or as safe as he can possibly manage whilst carrying two guns and a plethora of hidden knives on his person.

He remembers being so frustrated, so damn angry, though he even wasn’t sure what had brought it on. You weren’t even hostile when you sat down with him to talk about it, never raised your voice once until he did it first.

He remembered how much he wanted to make you understand that he has to be out there. Very very few people in Gotham do what Jason does, but truly, no one does exactly what he does.

Straightening yourself, you glance off to the side, fighting back an irritating groan before sighing in defeat.

“Look Jay, I’m not gonna push it.” You look him in the eyes, taking your genuine, honest approach, just like you had done before all hell had broken loose. “Just understand, I just want you to be more careful, okay? That’s all I wanted.”

Doing what he does never guarantees he comes home unscathed. His sides still ached from deep bruises along his ribs, a gash along his back was still tightly shut with dissolvable stitches. The clean cut along his lower right cheek was still secured with butterfly bandaids.

You only suggested he stayed home to rest. To recover, to heal. You never called him weak, though he was weak minded to take your words the wrong way.

“No, I get it,” Jason mumbles, his brow furling as he approaches, heavy combat boots creaking against the floor. “You’re right. About all of it.”

He wasn’t ashamed to admit it, despite the conflict rattling in his brain. It’s not just them anymore. The two of you’ve come so far together, your biggest worry was the two of you not being on the same page.

Jason moves a hand towards your stomach, gently rubbing his palm around the most precious part of of your body.

All he just wants is for you to understand that he’s not the same Jason he was all those years ago, not the Jason you remember. Not the man who allowed his anger to slaughter crime lords and take a role into a drug ring.

He’s much better than that. He struggles, yes, but he tries.

“I just want you and the baby to be safe,” He states, watching your brows soften with a slow nod.

“I know you do.” You whisper with understandable certainty. Not once did that doubt ever cross your mind, and it never will.

He can’t help but smile, his forehead resting against yours. So close together that your noses touch.

Now, last night feels like an eternity ago. Jason didn’t storm out of the house with a bubbling bottle of unfit rage, you didn’t cling to your phone and have trouble sleeping over his whereabouts throughout the night.

“You worry about me, babe. I appreciate that more than you can know.” He murmurs, exhaling softly through his nose. “But this is … think about this being another way I can take care of you. Of us, alright?”

You blink, swallowing slowly before nodding in acceptance. Your eyes flutter, the bottom of your throat slightly burning, but you maintain your composure.

Jason was going to keep doing what he does; continue being Red Hood, continue keeping you safe. That’s just the way it was going to have to be, even after the baby becomes a babbling bundle in your arms.

“You could just stay here tonight at least. Hang out with us instead,” you casually insist, raising a hand to stroke his uninjured cheek. “We can order in pizza, find something on Netflix. Cuddle under a thousand sherpa blankets.”

Jason exhales, tilting his head back with closed eyes.

What he would give to drop it all and commit to such a tempting suggestion. Really, he would.

If what he did wasn’t do damn important, if they didn’t live in such a crooked city, taking up your offer would be a lot better than a chest of ten grand abandoned on the street.

“Another time, princess. I can always make it up to you.” He smiles back down at you, settling both hands on each side of your hips.

“How do I smell, by the way?” he questions. “Because if I smell so bad you aren’t going to kiss me.”

Your response was to smile and playfully shove his shoulder, only for his hands to hold you closer, fingers squeezing your plush body.

“That’s mean, Mister Todd.”

He laughs, slowly leading to a snicker. “Don’t deny it—I know you.”

His voice lowers towards the end of his sentence, leaning closer to kiss you. With an additional squeeze, Jason feels your arms lock around the back of his neck in a warm embrace.

Your soft bump lightly pressed against his lower waist, nudging against the buckle of his gear belt. In a few more months, their growing baby would be putting physical distance between them, resorting in him picturing more intimate methods he could hug you as closely as possible.

A emphasizing reminder of his priorities for fighting crime nearly almost every night.

“I’m thinking it’ll be a boy,” you whisper, watching his head lower to settle against your shoulder, his gaze trailing straight down in between your bodies.

“Think he’ll wanna take after me?” He asks, heavy lidded eyes flickering up towards yours in question.

“Well, boy or girl, I would hope they have your eyes,” you reply, enjoying the warmth and comfort of him against you. Just having him close made your heartbeat relax, having you feel nearly good about life. Just for a minute.

“In attitude? I would absolutely think so.”

Jason smiles, returning his attention back towards your bump. He tries to make that thought more comforting, but he’s nervous and tense just as you are at the end of the day.

He hopes they turn out as warm as you are. Warm, comforting, happy and safe. A safety Jason adores every single time he comes back to you, a comfort that made him regret leaving you alone the other night.

You’re his weakness, and he knows it.

“You can make it up by bringing back pizza.” You suggest, hearing him snort.

“Doll, What kind of pizza place is open at five?”

You purse your lips. Valid point.

“I guess Benny’s will work,” you mumble, hands trailing over his shoulders. “Or you’re not allowed back in the house.”

A short smirk invades Jason’s face. He had to come home with a maple sausage breakfast sandwich from a local diner, or face the wrath of locked doors and windows.

Luckily for him, Benny’s opens at five in the morning. Four on weekends.

Jason exaggerates another exhale through his nose, thankful he didn’t slip on his mask as he spares a kiss on your right temple. Whatever you want, even if it was the keys to the Batmobile or the rights to a planet, it’s yours, as long as he gets to come home to you.

“I gotcha, mama.”

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x fem!reader #dc jason todd #jason todd x y/n #jason todd dc #eating my walls #I have work tomorrow I’d rather die #gotham knights jason todd #jason todd gotham knights #jason todd x #jason todd drabble

[clonerightsagenda]

Ok I swear I will go to bed after this and I have made basically this same post before but while people talk a lot about Vimes' possession by a spirit of vengeance, I love the storyline of Tiffany getting possessed by an entity of desperate desire. She spends the whole book out of her element, struggling to fit in socially, wanting something to hide behind, and the hiver feels the same way. It's formless and helpless without a body to wear, and all it wants is to accumulate whatever will keep itself safe. It doesn't realize what that does to everyone around it. It's our id. It gives us what we want, even when it's not what we need.

And Tiffany gets her body taken over and watches herself threaten and steal and kill, forced to acknowledge that these actions stem from what the hiver sees in her, and when she gets free she pities it. She understands what it means to be scared and alone and ruled by your worst impulses. She gives it a name. She takes its metaphorical hand and helps it through the door. (And then accidentally gets stuck in the land of the dead and has to get dragged back, man Tiff what is it with you and underworlds). God I love her.

#the image of like.... showing the worst parts of yourself mercy and understanding #naming it. looking it full on #like looking at an old coping mechanism or anxiety or what have you #and going you did your job. you got me through the danger #you're maladaptive now and I don't need you anymore #but I will recognize you as a part of me. I will hold your hand as we walk through the door #I'll die a death and then I'll turn around and go back to life #discworld #perpetual perpetual ladies night #i have work tomorrow I need to peel myself off this laptop and stop tiffanyposting

[neverevan]

Fuck It Friday ☔️

Tagged and tagging @diazsdimples @daffi-990 @wikiangela @honestlydarkprincess @exhuastedpigeon and my sweets whose continuous support means the world to me @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @jeeyuns MWUAH 💛💛

Hey peeps, I've been having some not-exactly-good dreams last night and then had a really not-exactly-good day, on the flipside I have officially finished the first draft of the mudslide fic. 🫡

It still has a lot of blindspots and some kinda vague bits, but the skeleton is there, all I gotta do is build on it! It ended up just over 62k and though now I'm trying to avoid guessing word counts in general, I think it'll come to round out around 70k or so. Anyway, here, have some more Buckley-Diaz domesticity:

“What is it, Chris? Where is the fire?” “Dad!” His smile was so bright that his eyes crinkled with it and it was enough for Eddie to soften and let his grumpiness melt away almost instantaneously. “The Aquarium opens at nine!” Eddie dragged his hands down his face in an attempt to make himself more alert. “You didn’t forget about that, huh?” The door to his bedroom opened behind them and Buck walked out, squinting and looking just as disheveled as Eddie left him in his bed a moment ago. “Buck!” Chris turned his head into his direction. The air stuck in Eddie’s lungs for a split second, expecting the row of questions or accusations from Chris — after all, the kid was intuitive as hell — but it never came. Instead he just pushed past Eddie and grabbed Buck’s wrist, tugging him towards the kitchen, Eddie wandering numbly in their heels. “Hey Chris, wha- what’s going on?” Buck asked, clearly still in awe of the situation he found himself in only minutes after waking up. “The Aquarium opens at nine.” He relayed the same information to Buck as well, but while Eddie just felt a little out of sorts that he actually forgot about their plans, Buck’s face lit up like commercial LED lights. “Well then, we better get started on breakfast, hm? What do you say?” “Waffles!” Christopher cheered and Buck laughed, jovial and full of love and not for the first time, Eddie found that his heart was beating to the rhythm of hope. It wasn’t his fault that waking up in the same bed with Buck, followed by a family breakfast sounded perfect. Well, maybe too perfect. “Sorry bud, I don’t think we have any left in the freezer.” Eddie informed him regretfully, but before Chris could’ve expressed his disappointment, Buck cut in. “Come on Eddie, who needs frozen waffles when I have my Sous Chef to help me with the batter?” Buck winked at Chris who just beamed up at him in response. Eddie didn’t even know what to say to that, so he just watched the two of them idle towards the kitchen before following suit.

#this bitch is 158 pages already?? and it'll still get longer?? who's even gonna read all that lmao but seriously #I'm so excited I might die?? like wow #this was the first fic I started writing for these two sillies and to actually finish it after all this time?? #it's still gonna be a lot of work but I think I MIGHT be able to start posting next week #god I can't believe I actually managed to pull it together before the weekend #so now I might just edit the grave fic tomorrow and post it~ #because the shannon feels got to me and I kinda made myself cry with that one lmao #anyway #🫡🫡🫡 #buddie #911 #wip #the mudslide fic

[swordsmans]

NEGATIVE HOLLOW!!

pic taken by @curlybrow-kun !!!

#fuck it real face #once again plagued by can’t stop laughing when i’m having fun #syndrome #someone yelled BE EVIL during the villains shoot #and i was like alskdkfnfndwifjrkdkddn >:| (wmdkfkrkfnfk) #i’m like a shark. if i stop giggling i’ll die 😔 #(​that’s definitely how sharks work) #otakon 2k23 #more pics tomorrow probably if i can revive the corset

[beanghostprincess]

no thoughts only sanuso cuddling in the middle of the night while everyone else is sleeping and sanji hugging usopp from behind, burying his nose on his hair and pressing his fingertips on usopp's waist saying "is it selfish to say that i like it better when you're only with me?" and usopp grabs one of his hands and kisses it, muttering on his freezing palm: "maybe. i think you deserve to be selfish, though, so it's fine. i like when nobody is around, too."

#they're so personal so important to me so domestic so genuine #tomorrow i have to go to work and yet i'm still here talking abt sanuso at 5 am #i love them a bit possessive and protective #it's just that sanji is his true self when he's around usopp only and usopp is more of himself when they're alone #i'm gonna die and the cause of death will be shipping sanuso #one piece #sanuso #sanji #usopp

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday💀

tagged by @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @daffi-990 @fortheloveofbuddie @disasterbuckdiaz @hoodie-buck 💖

hi! so, yesterday I randomly opened the doc with the buddie death cast au - which is a fic I started writing last summer on vacation and never got back to it but then made progress lol it's gonna be MCD, which i know is not everyone's thing so feel free to ignore this 🤣 it's basically buddie in the universe of the "they both die at the end"/"the first to die at the end" books so it's gonna be sad, sorry lol (I never even read mcd, idk why i'm writing this but this idea just wants to be written i guess haha) gotta put this weird mood I've been in lately to good use and finally write this 🤣 not sure if I'm happy with this snippet, but it all needs editing, the first two snippets were written on my phone and haven't been edited yet lol

I posted two snippets so far, gonna link them both snippet 1 | snippet 2

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“Is all of this clear, Eddie?” she asks in the end.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” he says shortly. He should've just hung up immediately. Or cancel this stupid subscription after Shannon died. Sometimes he wonders if maybe people who get the calls and coincidentally get into accidents, for example, just give up and refuse to fight because they think it’s their time. Not like Shannon could do much, her injuries were too severe when they got there, but the point stands. Maybe they get more reckless, thinking it doesn’t matter anyway. 

There’s a short pause on the line, but then Jane speaks up again, her tone softer, more sympathy seeping through.

“I know it’s not easy to accept, if you’d like some help with that, on out website you can find therapists and grief counselors specializing in-”

“Listen.” Eddie interrupts. He’s spent enough time in therapy. He’s not doing it on his supposedly last day. “I know it’s all bullshit. I don’t care. You said what you had to say, I listened, for whatever reason.” he rolls his eyes. He really should’ve hung up, or not answered at all. “Is this conversation over yet?” he asks and is met with another moment of silence. She’s probably wondering what everyone else always is: why is he even spending money on this if he doesn’t believe. He has an answer ready to go, but that’s not what she asks.

“Can I ask you a question?” she says quieter, whispering, probably not allowed to go too much off-script. 

“Sure, why not.” he shrugs. He’s wide awake now, anyway, he’s not in a hurry. Not like he’s dying anytime soon.

“If it was your last day, how would you spend it? You don’t have to answer, just think about it.” she adds quickly, her tone much softer and gentler now. Eddie’s mind immediately supplies a picture of Christopher and Buck, just a casual hang-out, like usual, maybe going to the movies, or the aquarium, or the planetarium, something fun for his kid. And later a gathering with the rest of their family, maybe a barbecue at Bobby and Athena’s, with Maddie and Chim, and Hen and Karen, all their kids, just everyone having fun together. Yeah, that’d be a perfect day. “There’s no harm in spending today just like this, if possible. Just in case.” Jane adds, still whispering. He doesn’t tell her that’s more or less his plan, anyway, for the evening after his 12-hour shift. During which nothing will happen to him, because Death-Cast doesn’t know shit. “Well, lastly, Eddie,” Jane’s voice is back at normal-volume, tone strictly professional but sympathetic, as she recites the end of her script, “on behalf of everyone here at Death-Cast, we’re so sorry to lose you. Live this day to the fullest.”

Eddie hangs up without a word.

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#tease tidbit tuesday #death cast buddie au #buddie wip #buddie fic #buddie #wikiangela writes #my writing #fic snippet #my wips #angst #buddie angst #mcd #i don't know how yet but eddie will die in this one bc apparently ive been in the mood to break my own heart lmao #i wanted to say maybe i'd share smth happier tomorrow but i don't think i have any happy wips im actively working on rn??? #there are happy wips in general but im not really in the mood/inspired for those rn #ran out of happy when i finished the natalia fic i guess lol #who even am i lmao what's with all the angst and sad im usually all about fluff 🤣 #(gonna share some more of alive shannon tomorrow!) #btw if you haven't read the books and have questions hmu but also i'll try to make everything clear in the fic lol #but also SO recommend the books they're so good and so sad and I think about them like at least once a week (the prequel wrecked me)

[bigbrainbiology]

Wanted to try out a diff hairstyle for her, but I prefer Penny with bangs <3

#fanart #villains are destined to die #penelope eckhart #digital art #my art #I drew a very simple version of the blue dress #But I want to see it on her before I actually commit to a fully detailed piece #last day off from work :') #back to the daily grind tomorrow I guess #Kinda dreading the email pile up but ehhh

[mylittleredgirl]

great news for mylittleredgirl survival enthusiasts: i stopped taking that stimulant med today and now at 5 pm i can finally sit up without feeling like my heart or eyes will explode :) unfortunately not taking it also means the severe fatigue is back so i don't want to sit up anyway. still a net positive i suppose.

#trying not to be devastated about this!!! #how am i going to survive the in-person work upon me #starting with: how am i going to both get dressed and walk from the parking lot to the office on the same day #maybe i'll try a half dose of the med tomorrow and split the difference :/ #a doctor suggested i consider another partial leave so i can budget energy for things like Take Walk and Buy Grocery #but like come on. i can't be that coworker again. at that point can i just die in a pile of leaves #just gonna put off that option for a few weeks and Somehow make it thru until one of my colleagues gets back from overseas #the symptoms

[mewkwota]

"And after that... I will proceed to break your knees...."

Is this a prelude to battle? Or a very personal session of ASMR?

Listening to Simon's voice speaking into my ears will surely kill me, so I think this will work on Dracula too. Slowly. Yet ever so effectively.

Yes this was what all those specific head tilt shots in the past were for :)

#and I still think I could've perfected it some more #but y'know what they (me) say(s): oh well :) #and I couldn't pick one proper shot so you get two of them #I'm gonna say it again simon's va did such a great job he sounds Very Good #every so often I think about going back to listen to the clips from judgement but I think I will most certainly die #but I've got work tomorrow so I can't really be doing that now #doodle-daas #akumajou dracula #dracula vlad tepes #simon belmont

[honeypleasejustkillme]

stabbing myself in the eyes with a dull butter knife

#actually bpd #actually mentally ill #bpd fp #bpd shitposting #actually borderline #bpd favorite person #bpd problems #bpd mood #bpd #bpd vent #i don’t wanna go to work tomorrow #i wanna lay in bed and die

[echomimus]

#i missed drawing them #it’s also way past my bedtime i’m probably die at work tomorrow but #i needed to get this out of my system #ghostleon #ghostface #danny jed olsen johnson #danny johnson #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #procreate #doodle #i just want to go to bed

[iusedtohavesixtoes]

Work in progress Wednesday, why not? A snippet of June under.

He couldn’t stop the sob that wracked his chest. He tried to pull away, hide the shame he felt from his misery and the pain from his body’s ever changing reaction to his losses, but his daughter would not allow it. She held onto him, hand aglow, looking right into his eyes.

And though it was the very last thing he wanted to do, he accepted her solace and support. He no longer tried to get away. Instead, Seteth quietly gasped and wiped away his tears the best he could.

#nahomie’s art #year of the otp #setleth #seteth #flayn #fire emblem three houses #work in progress #is this my saddest Seteth yet? #other than that one story where he basically watches Byleth die in real time (no pulses) ah maybe? #who knows #a simple coloring becuase I just wanted to #you can tell it’s the end of the school year becuase I don’t have to plan much for tomorrow so I can spend two hours after school coloring 😂

[n3ongold3n]

Ngl i'd love to see him in a cool harness 😅💚

#käärijä #today it actually worked out to write and draw at the same time #for both funnily enough #will it work out for me getting out of bed on time tomorrow? after 2 fruitless nights till 4 am? #under duress i assume #but hey #i'm reasonably happy with this #also discovered that harness is a purity blocked tag 🙄 #lest we see unsavory sights #my own stuff #fan art #no quality pictures we die like men :') #(or maybe i scan? we'll see)

[runefactorynonsense]

Cozytober - Day 20 - Wreath

#Cozytober #Margot's RF Art #Rune Factory #RF #RF1 #This wasn't done before midnight but that's okay because it's done #When sick and tired it feels good to know I can still sketch the otp #[ don't worry I've already called off work tomorrow. I need 2 days to rest ] #So I've had this sketch since like September 28th but I side-eyed it thanks to you Runey Season folk and your setting up a festival thread #I added in a crooked sign in your honor #I would've had this done sooner but I had a little fun with the wreath and lamp post. That's more important #wishing good health and good days to all of you out there #Rune Factory Raguna #RF Raguna #Rune Factory Felicity #RF Felicity #RagunaxFelicity #I have tags to fillll or die tryinggggg #because it's literally me filling that tag

[willowser]

will!! I’ve been watching mha catching up on season 6 and bakugou’s voice is soooo!!😭😍 i always forget how raspy it is even when he’s not yelling and it just made me think of how he is with us and he talks and it’s just heart eyes cos his voice is always so deep and croaky and idk why ppl don’t talk about it more - maybe i don’t see it but his voice is just the whole part of his charm and package!! anyway how are u doing willow how’s your day going bff😇😇

OMGGGGG no i agree with you !!!! i remember when i heard his voice the few times he's not been yelling LOL and it's so 🥺 soft ??? while also being so deep and raspy 🥺🥺🥺 and it kills me, it does 🥺🥺🥺 that's how he talks to you 🥺 all soft and calm i would die i would just die SWOOON it IS part of his charm he can tell me anything akfudjsiakla

my day has been good !!! my partner surprised me with flowers and a yummy croissant today 🥺 and we went shopping around a lil bit, and now we're about to eat dinner !!! i hope your day has been good my dear friend 🥺 tell me about it !!!!

#he's so swoon #you know. i usually look at a collection of dabi lines when writing him but i've never thought to do the same for bakugou.... #maybe i should start doing that 🤔🤔🤔 #i wrote some of the fuck-or-die thing today !!! #my partner was actually supposed to go out of town for work starting today but actually wont have to leave until tomorrow #so that was a good surprise also 😌 #you're so sweet i hope your day has been as well !!!! #but you're so right we should talk about his voice more #✿ ask willow