☁️ mainly bnha - but some criminal minds and haikyuu thoughts have been brewing
☁️ fluff, angst, evenutally smut...
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you met bakugou katsuki in your first year of college.
you came home to visit family and bam! there he was, cursing at your brother and demanding more spice in his food. you hadn’t disliked him, exactly, you just really didn’t know what to make of this insecure angry kid in your living room.
but fate is funny. it threw you into his path ten years later. it made him confess, red-eared and mumbling into his drink, that he’d had a crush on you all those years ago. that he harbored the crush still.
fate’s funniest trick of all is creating something from nothing, from one awkward confession to a quiet moments years later, when you’re lying together in bed, clinging softly to each other in the dark.
“katsuki?” you murmur into his neck. he hums in response. “did you ever fantasize about me back then?”
“jesus, woman.” he flushes against you. “the questions you ask.”
you can’t help but laugh. he’s still so easy to tease.
“come on.” you wiggle your eyebrows. “you never wanted to seduce your senpai? don’t pretend we haven’t played that.”
“you’re such a menace.” without ceremony, he scoots down, laying his head on your chest and pulling your hands up to his hair. he snuggles against you, arms around your waist.
you blink. “baby?”
“this.” his voice is gruff with embarrassment. “i thought about laying like this. listening to you talk. you were always talking. didn’t realize until later that i found it annoying because i liked it so much.” he directs you to start petting his hair. “you we’re doing this in my fantasy, you know. play the part.”
he sneaks a grin, and before you know it, he’s above you, one knee wedged between your thighs, his hand cradling your face.
“expectin’ something more crass?”
“no.” you smile against his lips. “always knew fate would hand-deliver me a lover-boy.”
scenarios Alfred Pennyworth has to be a witness to as a resident of Wayne Manor that the batkids have absolutely no shame in front of whatsoever part 26 (masterpost here)
*Alfred coming across Dick and Jason hanging out together in the study late at night, both drinking*
Alfred, raising an eyebrow: i hope you two aren’t overdoing it, seeing as you assured your father that you would be ready to go to the art gallery with him tomorrow morning.
Dick, grinning lazily: we’ll be fine, these are still our first drinks. we’re just talkin, Alfie, it’s ok.
Jason: speaking of, i have another.
Dick, to Jason, curious: ok, go.
Jason, smile growing: ….the med suite in the batcave.
Dick, jaw dropping: fuck OFF, seriously?!?
Jason: *wheezes* y-yeah,
Dick: WHEN?!?!
Jason, still cackling: bout’a year back, Roy bought me back kinda beaten up and gave me a scan over since nobody else was home. things just… progressed naturally.
Dick, in disbelief: THERE’S SO MANY CAMERAS DOWN THERE.
Jason: *cackling loudly* yeah man- yeah- dude i spent hours after, just- checking and rechecking that i’d destroyed the footage,
Dick: *wheezes, covers his face* oh my gooodddd, littlewing!
Jason: HEY- you said one of yours was the kitchen!
Dick: *breathless chokes* you know- you know what- *laughing* not even close to the worst place for me over the years.
Alfred, pausing: … *slightly suspicious* what are you… discussing?
Jason, shoulders shaking as he takes a drink: come on, what was the worst?
Dick: *snickering* you can’t- you can’t judge me. you can’t,
Jason, eyes widening: where?!?!
Dick: *covering his face, struggling to hold back laughter*
Jason: ?!
Dick: …Bruce’s bedroom.
Jason: NO.
Dick: *wheezes* NOW WAIT- WAIT-
Jason: YOU’RE FUCKING LYING.
Dick: I WAS TWENTY-ONE, I WAS REALLY MAD AT BRUCE AT THE TIME, AND THE HOUSE WAS EMPTY BECAUSE HE’D TAKEN YOU TO A THEME-PARK FOR THE WEEKEND AND ALFRED WAS ON VACATION! SO I BROUGHT A GIRL OVER!
Jason: IN HIS BEDROOM?!?!!
Dick: MINE SMELT LIKE RUBBLE AND SMOKE FROM PATROL! I CHANGED THE SHEETS AFTERWARDS- *breaks down into wheezes* he- god we never spoke about it but i’m so sure he knew-
Jason: WELL YEAH?!!
Dick: *crying* he- fuck we made eye contact over breakfast the monday after- he’s never been that mad at me before and he didn’t even comment on it- *collapses into giggles*
Alfred, gravely: what. are. you. discussing.
Dick: *starts laughing harder*
Jason, also holding back wheezes: aw come on- Alfie- Alfie i think you know,
Alfred: *watching the two fall over themselves, trying to breathe through their laughter*
Alfred:
Alfred: *spins on his heel and leaves*
Jason, calling after him: awww, where you going!?!?
all the rights that come with marriage you should be able to have without marriage btw. you should be able to designate a person who can visit you in the hospital regardless of your relationship to that person.
I watched the live action version of "Can You Feel the Love Tonight" on Youtube and I was not ready for the utter lack of emotions from the CGI animals.
Nala looking concerned about Simba hiding something about his past, a comparison:
Also, in CGI this song called "Can You Feel the Love Tonight" does not take place at night.
the idea that the batkids can hear/speak to each other through a shared comm link for hours on end every single night while on patrol definitely has its ups and downs. on one hand, it's great for communication and keeps everybody safe and in-the-know regardless of where in the city they are. on the other, they're all siblings, and at least once a month there will be an occasion where two bats will run into each other on patrol and for no reason whatsoever, snicker at the sight of each other. this then inevitably causes another batkid to demand to know what the joke is, and the fact that there isn't a joke in the first place simply makes the first two kids laugh harder. this then furthers the demands for clarity, and the increased indignance gradually raises the amusement for the other two, and it goes round and round in circles until Bruce joins the line to screaming and crying as Damian shouts angrily at Jason and Stephanie to 'explain what's so fucking funny' while Steph and Jason are genuinely struggling to breathe from how hard they're laughing at Damian's yells.
the joke was that Steph passed Jason in the street and they stared at each other in calm silence for eight seconds straight. They've been fighting for twenty-nine minutes and Bruce is this >< close to abandoning Gotham for Bludhaven like Dick did.
Twilight AU. Bella chooses Jacob. They get married, she gets pregnant, but soon Bella is as tired of small town Forks / La Push as her mom was. She wants to feel the sun, see a beach where you don’t need a parka. Jacob chooses to stay to care for his ailing father and gives Bella the divorce and full custody of their daughter, Juliet Black. Fast forward seventeen years and Juliet decides to move to Washington to spend more time with her dad and also give her mom space now that she’s found a new man. The first day of class she is partnered with the strange but beautiful Edward Cullen, who seems eerily interested in her.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
content izuku x reader, afab!reader, soft ? dom izuku, implied multiple orgasms, pussydrunk deku, established relationship, couch fucking yippiieee
breaking my completely unintended hiatus by posting about deku. wnated to post this on his birthday but life was a lot these past 3 years lol but the horny never stops !! enjoy this drabble while i get back on my grind. and by grind i mean writing porn. feel free to request !!
izuku always prides himself on how well he takes care of you.
he's as attentive as a partner can be, noticing your little tells even before you do. a soft nudge offered when you start to dissociate, a water bottle placed wordlessly on your desk, kisses peppered on your face before you even say a word.
he claims it's easy, taking care of you. "it's second nature at this point," he'd mumbled once when you'd asked, his cheek mushed to your chest. he's comfort personified, able to tell what you need with just a look.
moments like these aren't the exception. he has you face down on the couch, grip tight as he holds you up. his breath is hot over your ear and his chest kisses your spine with each thrust of his hips.
you don't know how long you've been here anymore, much more focused on how thick and heavy he feels inside you, swollen, puffy walls trembling around him. you can't separate where you end and he begins anymore.
it'd been a stressful day. your body wound tight as you made your way home, wanting to just find izuku and cuddle all night, watching whatever show seemed the easiest to digest.
but he always knew what you needed more than you did, which is why his head was between your thighs not even five minutes into the episode.
he'd loosened you up with just his tongue first, eager and greedy as always to make you come on his mouth before giving you what you want. you don't remember how long ago that was.
the noise that was caught in your throat is punched out of you like a groan, broken and whiny, when he speeds up just a little, bullying his cock deeper into your pussy.
he knows he's got you when you squirm below him, nonsensical mutters pressed into your arm as you curl tighter around your body. pleased with himself, he laughs, feeling how the sound gets to you when your walls squeeze, possessive around his length. "right there, yeah?"
he doesn't wait for a response or confirmation as his hips snap, rough and hard, watching how your ass bounces against his pelvis. "so good," he mumbles, distracted. you can feel how drenched you are, a combination of your own arousal and his spit making it almost slippery as he slides into your walls.
if he weren't being so good to you, you'd think him mean when he lifts you higher, leaning away from your back and opening your legs a little further to keep his pace. his balls slap messily against your clit any time he bottoms out. he's relentless, hands finding their grip on the fat of your thighs to keep you in place.
"izuku," you drawl, his name a squeak when the sound of your voice, fucked out and whiny, has his pace stuttering. his own groan is muffled into your spine, lips searing against your skin. "i got you," he mutters, almost giddy, as his fingers move, quick and sloppy against your clit.
izuku has always been selfless when it comes to you. he's eager to do good for you, in a way, always without complain, without you having to ask for it. it's no different when it's about your pleasure, giving and giving until you can barely take it, circling back to being selfish. he can't help it.
he's there to hold you when you come, walls clamping around his length. your voice is a continuous whine as he drags it out, fucking you through the sputters of your pussy, finding delight in the wet smack of his hips against yours.
he only stops once you're reaching back to slap his thighs, having the audacity to giggle as he taps the head of your cock on your quivering clit. "so pretty, baby," he mumbles, delirious, using his hands to turn you around.
your back barely makes contact with the couch before he's stuffing you full again, holding the backs of your knees to keep you from closing. the noise he lets out is guttural, and you're reminded of your selfish lover when he kisses his way up your neck, pecking sweetly at your lips.
"jus' gimme one more, baby," he mumbles, his eyes wide and excited as they find yours. "i wanna see how pretty you look when you come."
🚨BREAKING: OpenAI published a paper proving that ChatGPT will always make things up.
Not sometimes. Not until the next update. Always. They proved it with math.
Even with perfect training data and unlimited computing power, AI models will still confidently tell you things that are completely false. This isn't a bug they're working on. It's baked into how these systems work at a fundamental level.
And their own numbers are brutal. OpenAI's o1 reasoning model hallucinates 16% of the time. Their newer o3 model? 33%. Their newest o4-mini? 48%. Nearly half of what their most recent model tells you could be fabricated. The "smarter" models are actually getting worse at telling the truth.
Here's why it can't be fixed. Language models work by predicting the next word based on probability. When they hit something uncertain, they don't pause. They don't flag it. They guess. And they guess with complete confidence, because that's exactly what they were trained to do.
The researchers looked at the 10 biggest AI benchmarks used to measure how good these models are. 9 out of 10 give the same score for saying "I don't know" as for giving a completely wrong answer: zero points. The entire testing system literally punishes honesty and rewards guessing.
So the AI learned the optimal strategy: always guess. Never admit uncertainty. Sound confident even when you're making it up.
OpenAI's proposed fix? Have ChatGPT say "I don't know" when it's unsure. Their own math shows this would mean roughly 30% of your questions get no answer. Imagine asking ChatGPT something three times out of ten and getting "I'm not confident enough to respond." Users would leave overnight. So the fix exists, but it would kill the product.
This isn't just OpenAI's problem. DeepMind and Tsinghua University independently reached the same conclusion. Three of the world's top AI labs, working separately, all agree: this is permanent.
Every time ChatGPT gives you an answer, ask yourself: is this real, or is it just a confident guess?
i was training a young person at work, and she referred to sexual assault as "SA" out loud, and i immediately was like, "no, it's sexual assault, call it what it is," bc idgaf if the algorithm overlords have taught y'all that you should fear direct language, how tf do any of you expect to ever address real issues with any amount of seriousness if you can't even say the words? imagine an advocate looking a sexual assault survivor in the eyes and asking "did he grape you?" it's absolutely fucking absurd, but these young interns and new hires are coming into an environment where we deal with survivors of all different kinds of abuse, and they're coming with the mindset that the words are as bad as the actions, and that makes them shitty at the job and look juvenile af
i HATE self-censorship for a lot of reasons, but being in crisis work makes it even more frustrating. who are you censoring for? like i am being so fr, WHO are you censoring for? have you even thought it through? people who have been raped know that they have been raped. if someone attempts suicide or is grieving someone who did, saying "sewer slide" isn't going to protect them from any of the feelings. a murder victim's family isn't going to feel better bc you said "unalived" instead of murdered. if anything, it's just extremely invalidating and othering. it's saying "what happened to you is so bad that i won't even say the word," which is NOT trauma-informed care. you are not protecting survivors/victims when you self-censor. the ONLY things you protect when you self-censor are the puritanical ideologies that are being encouraged by rich fascists who want your money and obedience
say the fucking words, guys. just say the goddamn words before i go insane!!!
