Welcome to the City of Tears

| Dorki | 22 | She/her | Mostly SFW | BNHA | A hoe for Vil! Izuku M. |Side blog of @Dorki-times |NO REQUESTS|

[dorki-c]

“Welcome to the City of Tears”

Where are you headed, today; 

---> The Library? (Series and General Masterlist)

The Mayor’s office? (About me) <---

--> The Bank? (Patreon Page)

The Senator building?  (Rules)<---

-----> The Cafe?  (16+ Discord Server) 

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[makesomenoise]

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[avasdemon]

My webcomic turned 14-years-old this weekend. Happy Birthday Ava's Demon 😊❤️‍🔥

[mostlyinthemorning]

I kind of suck at tagging, so I made this infographic to help make it easier.

[finishwhatyoustarted-event]

[ID: An infographic, “Tags are Tricky… A quick and dirty guide,” breaking tags down into Canon (How does it relate to canon?), Format (Is it something other than a story?), Tone (How does it make you feel?), Relationship (Describe the relationship), and Theme (What’s the theme?). Each category is numbered and shown in a box a darker shade of pink than the last.

1.examples of Canon tags: Alternative universe, Canon compliant, Canon divergence, Crossover, Fix-it Fic, Future Fic, Missing Scenes & Codas, Pre-canon/Backstory.

2. examples of Format tags: 5+1 Things, Art, Dialogue-Only, Epistolary, Online & Social Media, Podfic Poetry, Songfic, Texting.-examples of Tone tags: Angst, Crack, Fluff, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Smut and PWP, Whump.

3. examples of relationship tags, in subcategories: Platonic (Coming Out, Families, Friendship, Siblings); Getting Together (Amnesia, Body Swap, Childhood Friends, Different First Meeting, Drunken Confessions, Enemies to Lovers, Huddling For Warmth, Meet-Cute, Miscommunication, Road Trips, Roommates, Sharing a Bed, Slow Burn, Soulmates, Strangers to Lovers, Trapped in an Elevator); PG-13 (Cuddling, First Kiss, Kissing and Making Out); Sexy Times (ABO, Dirty Talk, First Time, Kink, Roleplay, Sex Pollen, Sexting and Phone Sex, Voyeurism); Commitment (Arranged Marriage, Established Relationship, Honeymoons, Infidelity, jealousy, Kid Fic, Long Distance Relationship, Pregnancy, Weddings & Proposals).

4. examples of Theme tags, in subcategories: Activities and Interests (Baking and Cooking, Camping, Celebrations, Crafts and Hobbies, Drinking or Getting High, Fashion, Holidays, Pets, Piercings and Tattoos, Religion, Sports, Theatre and Dance, Yoga); Adaptations (Fairy Tales, Historical, Reality Show, TV/Movie/Book Adaptations); Character Drive (Anxiety and Mental Health, Introspection, Queer Themes); Jobs (Artists, Celebrities, Crime and Suspense, Firefighters, Lifeguards, Media and Journalism, Medical, Military, Musicians, Pilots, Politics, Retail, Royalty, Teachers); Other worldly (Apocalypse, Fairies, Ghosts, Magic and Fantasy, Parallel Universe, Sci-fi, Shapeshifters, Superheroes, Supernatural, Tentacles, Time Travel, Vampires, Witches, Zombies); Places (Bookstores & Libraries, Coffee Shops & Restaurants, College, Flower Shops, High School, Summer Camp, Wineries).

Note: These are examples, not a definitive list, but I hope the categories are useful. /End ID.]

[hvnlyly]

if you take requests i BEG for more katsuki fluff 🥹🥹

ask and you shall receive (i really hope you like it!!)

𝜗ৎ FAMILY MAN | BAKUGO K.

PAIRING: dad!katsuki x mom!reader

SYNOPSIS: who knew it would take a daughter to turn him into a softie

TAGS: girl dad!katsuki, fluff, katsuki is a good father, some swearing, reader and katsuki are married

“Oi. That’s not food, shithead,” Katsuki murmurs roughly, but without any real bite in his tone. He’s using what you’ve recently started calling his ‘Kazue’s voice’— aka the voice he strictly uses when he’s talking with your daughter. It’s not exactly sweet or mellow— after all, it’s still Katsuki you’re talking about— but it’s softer, with a little tilt in the end that betrays the fondness lacing his every word.

The two of them are on the playing mat in your living room, while you supervise from the couch. Kazue is sitting down cross legged, her blonde hair— the exact same shade as her father’s— put up in two pigtails as she fiddles with the toys sprawled all around her. Katsuki is lying on his stomach beside her, only wearing a pair of sweatpants to fight the summer heat— you told him multiple times to turn the AC on, but he refuses to do so when Kazue’s in the room.

He’s not doing much, simply watching over her as she plays on her own, with his cheek resting on his arm. Sometimes she looks at him or hands him a toy and he’s quick to participate in her play pretend. Even if he’ll huff and complain about it, there’s no mistaking the uplifting of his lips every time he realises his daughter is looking for him. Affection mixed with pride twirl in his eyes, making him look more like a regular father rather than the fierce hero kicking villains’ asses for a living.

You raise your head from your book just in time to see him prying a doll from Kazue’s little fist, which earns him a disappointed whine in return and an undecipherable babble that oddly sounds like some sort of scolding. Kazue’s still too little to articulate properly— as of now, her dictionary only consists of Mama, Dada and another bunch of simple words to express her immediate needs— but with the way her nose turns up and her small lips tug into a frown, it’s easy to sense her disapproval.

“Foo!”

“Nice try. You ate an hour ago, brat,” Katsuki snorts, lightly poking her forehead with his finger. It makes Kazue babble some more, but now there’s a gummy smile on her face as she throws herself at him. Katsuki groans at the impact, but brings his arm around her regardless, steadying her as she lies down on his bare chest.

You shake your head in fond exasperation, barely resisting the urge to smile at the adorable sight. “You have to stop calling her a shithead,” you reprimand him softly. “She’ll latch onto it eventually.”

“But she is a shithead.” Katsuki smirks and casts you a look from over Kazue’s head. “Just like her mother.”

You flip him off, which only makes him laugh in response. Your annoyance, however, dies down the moment Katsuki turns his attention back towards your daughter, now all up in his face and patting his cheek with her tiny hand. You see his eyes soften and his smirk fading into a gentler smile, one you had only seen reserved for you before. He leans his head up, pretending to bite at Kazue’s fingers and making her shriek.

This time, there’s nothing stopping the smile from blooming on your lips. Seeing the two of them together like this always makes your heart feel so full and so grateful for what you have.

Without realising, your eyes drift to Katsuki’s ribs, where black ink swirls on ivory skin in the form of your daughter’s name. He had always been iffy about tattoos (“Why would I purposely stain my body? You know how hard I worked for it?”), but there had been no hesitation when he booked the appointment, barely a month after Kazue was born.

(He was also the one who chose the name. After months of researches, of testing names that, for one reason or another, never seemed to stick, it all fell into place one night, as you were lying in bed next to each other. You were on the verge of falling asleep when you felt him shift, his arm draping over your waist and his palm resting on your bump. “What about Kazue?” He had asked, his voice low against your ear. At your questioning hum, he went on. “For the kid. It means blessing or some shit like that. Corny as fuck, but it seems fitting.”

Despite him trying to brush it off, you heard it in his tone— just how much he meant those words. It would still take months for you to meet your daughter, but there was no doubt he was already in love with her.)

“Dada, no!” Kazue protests, her lower lip jutting out in a pout. She narrows her eyes at her father— not looking intimidating in the slightest with her chubby cheeks all puffed out and rosy.

“You’re the one slapping my face, brat. I can’t even defend myself now?” Katsuki retorts, in a feigned offended tone.

You breathe out a laugh, placing a bookmark in between the pages of your book before pushing it aside. The sound seems to catch Kazue’s attention, because it only takes her a second to turn around and make grabby hands at you. “Mama…”

You hum softly. “What, sweetie? Is Dada being mean again?”

“Oi, who the fuck are you calling mean?” Katsuki scoffs, while Kazue nods her head, smiling at her father’s expense. Katsuki sighs in defeat, but when his eyes meet yours, he flashes you one real, genuine smile. His free hand pats the spot beside him, urging you to get up and join them on the floor.

If this is not a blessing, you’re not sure what else it could be.

[yeontsuki]

lovedrunk

𑣲 summary: on a quiet friday night, you receive a call from sero informing you that bakugo is absolutely wasted. 𑣲 pairing: prohero!bakugo x reader 𑣲 wc: 1.7k | 𑣲 tags: fluff, suggestive, bakugo says a lot of questionable things

It's a disaster, you think to yourself as you stride into the bar located in an outlandish part of town. Patrons laugh underneath the glowing LED lights, clinking their glass shots together as the bass music buzzes in the background. You grit your teeth and surge past the thick air melded from heat and whisky before you finally reach a random corner of the bar and find Katsuki Bakugo, your boyfriend of several years, slumped over on a table and muttering faintly under his breath. 

You stare incredulously before Sero calls your name. You turn your head, meeting eyes with the male who grins at you sheepishly. Behind him, Kaminari and Kirishima are just as drunk as Bakugo is, their arm slung over each other's shoulder as they rock back and forth shakily, belting the alphabet in scratchy voices and starting from the letter A the moment they hit the letter Z. 

"Okay. What the hell happened here?" You question out loud over the background music that intensifies in volume as you approach your boyfriend who is seemingly halfway to dreamland from the drool forming on the corner of his lips. 

"Uh, to put it simply, the two challenged Bakugo to a drinking competition." Sero rubs his nape awkwardly before he yelps as you frown slightly at him. "I-I swear, I just got up to go to the toilet for a few minutes and when I came back, they're already drunk." 

"Gods, you know what Katsuki is like." You pinch the bridge of your nose with a heavy sigh, having a thick hunch on how the drinking competition played out for Bakugo is never one to step down from a challenge. You sit beside Bakugo, shaking him gently and watching as he straightens his back and stares at you. 

"Bac' off." Bakugo slurs, frowning at you so hard his eyebrows might fall off as he scoots further away from you and ends up sprawling himself across the bench that runs along the wall. "I have err girlfrien'. Smokin' hot like… like. like porks." 

"I am your girlfriend, idiot." You mutter as you grab his wrists and attempt to pull him off the bench. Bakugo lets you do as you please, growing limp in your grip as he stares at you through half-lidded eyes. 

"Really?" Bakugo squints at you before he wiggles his eyebrows with what seems to be a flirty smile growing on his lips. "Wow, you're smokin' hot like. Like a grill. Wanna go out with mee?"

"We are going out, Katsuki." You remind Bakugo as he scrunches up his face and puffs out his cheeks before falling silent. You plant Bakugo against the wall before you gaze over your shoulder and up at Sero who looks like he's regretting every single life decision he has ever made. "Sero, plastic bag please." 

Sero doesn't even hesitate as he hands the plastic bag over to you. You fluff out the plastic bag before putting it under Bakugo's mouth because you know he is about to throw up all of his guts soon. Bakugo just sits there in silence, dazed with his soul on a pilgrimage through the unobservable universe before his entire body jolts sharply and you're shoving the bag closer to his mouth. 

Bakugo hurls, eyes tearing up immediately. You look at Sero again, narrowing your gaze while you hold the bag that grows heavier and heavier with each passing second. "Did he eat anything?" 

Sero just grimaces because he knows that you know Bakugo never eats anything before he drinks like the idiot he is. The silence is more than enough as you roll your eyes, already thinking how to beat up Bakugo once he's recovered and fully sober to feel a beating from you. Swearing faintly under your breath, you wait until Bakugo tilts his head back after vomiting with a sniffle and tie the plastic bag securely. You rise from your seat and toss it into a nearby bin before returning to Bakugo, digging in your bag for a packet of wet tissues before pulling out a piece and cleaning Bakugo's mouth. 

"Come on." You murmur after discarding the wet tissue. "Let's go home." 

"But my girrrrlfriend." Bakugo starts whining, squeezing his eyes shut. "I want my girl. friend. My… m-my wookie pie." 

You stifle a snort from how ridiculous the term sounds coming from Bakugo because he'd never say it when he's sober. 

"I'm so in love with 'er." Bakugo starts muttering to himself, swaying back and forth dangerously and you have to grab his shoulders to steady him before he falls back onto the bench. "Wanna make her mine. Mine. Gonna have a kiddos with 'er. Maybe like. three. If I bang her up enough. If she wan's to. Mmmm…"

Your cheeks flush red at Bakugo's sudden sweet and suggestive words. You clear your throat lightly before cradling Bakugo's cheek with a palm. He looks up at you like a confused puppy before he squints at you, a hint of recognition flashing past his eyes. "Baby?" He rasps.

"Yes, dear?" You respond quietly and lovingly, stroking his cheek with a palm. "Wanna go home?"

"… Yea." Bakugo replies in a daze as he continues staring at you and you can't tell if he's still drunk or magically sobered up after hurling. "I-If I'm going home with you then. Yea." 

"Drink some water first." You murmur as you pull a small bottle of water out of your bag, uncapping it and tilting it to Bakugo's lips. He laps at the water greedily, Adam's apple bobbing up and down. You cap the bottle and put it back into your bag before grabbing both of Bakugo's hands and pull him upwards, grabbing his waist to steady him as he wobbles precariously on his feet. 

"Sero, we're going back." You call out, watching as Sero nods at you with an apologetic grin. Bakugo leans half of his body weight on you, still muttering faintly under his breath and you can only huff as you drag him along. You make it out of the bar soon after, the world finally quietening down after the chaos inside the bar and you drag Bakugo towards the car. 

"Lemme drive." Bakugo mumbles, the switch in his brain for being a responsible boyfriend flicked as he tries to push himself off you. You growl lowly and grab him, shaking your head firmly. 

"No. Get in the passenger seat." You demand. Bakugo whimpers, imaginary dog ears pressed flat against his head as he gazes at you pleadingly and you can only say no to him again. 

After another puppy whine, lots of sulking and plenty of persuasion on your part, Bakugo finally gets into the passenger seat, leaning his head back with a strained groan. You lean over to fasten his seatbelt before starting up the car and starting the quiet drive home, occasionally sneaking glances at Bakugo who has grown deathly still, eyes firmly squeezed shut. It takes a lot of effort on your part to drag Bakugo into the apartment as quietly as you can, wanting to avoid disturbing your neighbours at this hour of the night. It doesn't help that Bakugo is already half-asleep and you have to shove him into the shower, giving him a quick scrub before tossing him into the bed the two of you share. 

You finish your nightly routine as quickly as possible and let out a sigh as you pull up the blanket and drape it over Bakugo's limp body, your gut feeling telling you that Bakugo will have the worst hangover the next day in all of mankind's history. You pat Bakugo on the head lightly, watching how he instinctively nuzzles up to you even in his sleep and lie down next to him before drifting off to dreamland. 

⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚

True to your gut feeling, Bakugo does have a really terrible hangover the moment he wakes up.

"It sucks." Bakugo mutters, his voice raspy and hoarse as he sits on the bed next to you, sweat clinging stubbornly onto his skin. You offer him a glass of water mutely and he takes it with a shaking hand as he chugs the entire glass of water down in one go. "E-everything's shaking and I feel like I'm going to throw up again."

"I'm well experienced with your hangovers, thankfully." You snort, thinking about how Bakugo has a tendency of getting carried away on a wild night out with his friends and how you have to bring him back home every single time. "It's a good thing you don't have patrol today. Get up and eat, I made some plain toast for you."

With great difficulty, Bakugo manages to haul himself up into a sitting position with a tired groan or two. He devours your toast and drinks more water before leaning against the headboard of the bed, staring up at the ceiling of the bedroom with a dazed look.

"I hope you getting drunk doesn't become the norm." You voice out your concern after cleaning up in the kitchen and returning with another glass of water together with a plastic bag in case Bakugo has the need to hurl his guts out again. "You can drink and have a good night with your friends but I don't wish to see you drunk too often, yknow?"

Bakugo snaps his head towards you, blinking drowsily. "Yea, of course." He rasps, placing his hand on yours. "Sorry. For worrying you. And making you go through so much trouble. I just couldn't back down when those two idiots challenged me."

Your lips quirk upwards into a small smile. "Did you win the competition at least?"

Bakugo snorts, puffing out his chest with an exhale. "Of course I did." 

You grin, somewhat proud before you peck Bakugo on the lips softly and you hear the softest giggle from him. 

"You say some questionable things when you're drunk." You say as you think back to last night and Bakugo's declaration. 

"Shit." Bakugo covers his mouth with a shaking hand and you can't tell if it's out of embarrassment or horror. "What did I say?"

"You called me your wookie pie." You giggle at that absurd nickname and Bakugo's face curls into one of bafflement. "And you also said you were going to bang me up enough to have a kid or three."

Bakugo stares at you with wide eyes before he bites on his chapped lip. "I'm not joking about it."

And from the way Bakugo looks at you, you know that he will act on his word to have kids with you.

© bkgplushie. do not steal, copy or use any of my work for ai. do not copy, modify or repost.

[yeontsuki]

can you hear me?

𑣲 summary: bakugo's hearing is getting worse so you start yelling at him. 𑣲 pairing: bakugo x reader (both are U.A students) 𑣲 wc: 1.0k | 𑣲 tags: fluff

After the Final War, you swear Bakugo's increasingly hard of hearing. Not only does he yell louder than before, you realise that he also can't hear you that well, always replying with a crude hah or what which results in you needing to repeat yourself. 

"Kats, I swear your hearing has gotten worse." You say one day while studying in the common area of the dorm. You pick up a ballpoint pen and click it repeatedly as Bakugo bustles around in the kitchen, making hot drinks for the both of you. 

"Hah? Whaddaya say?!" Bakugo growls as he tilts his head over his shoulder, staring at you with a raised eyebrow and a scowl. 

You sigh fondly because his temperament hasn't changed a single bit and repeat yourself. 

"What?!" Bakugo shout this time as he turns around fully, squinting at you. "I can't hear you when you speak like a goddamned mouse." 

You roll your eyes because your speaking volume is perfectly normal and no one has ever found you soft-spoken. You inhale a deep breath before yelling at the top of your lungs, your voice thundering throughout the dorm like a vicious war cry. 

"I SAID, KATSUKI BAKUGO, THAT I THINK YOUR HEARING HAS GOTTEN WORSE!"

Bakugo blinks his eyes, startled by your sudden loudness. 

"MUST BE ALL YOUR DAMNED EXPLOSIONS!" You continue yelling before inhaling a deep breath because you've never exerted your lungs this much before. "I THINK WE SHOULD GO GET IT CHECKED OUT AT A DOCTOR'S!"

Your yelling must have been really loud because seconds later, Mina comes leaping down the stairs with a look of concern on her face. "Y/N! Are you okay? I heard you from my bedroom!" 

"Huh?! Isn't your room on the fourth floor? How the hell did you hear her voice?" Bakugo barks. 

"Because her voice was that loud, duh." Mina rolls her eyes before wagging a finger at Bakugo. "Tsk, Bakugo, you shouldn't be making a girl shout!"

"Shut up, pinky." Bakugo bites back with another bark before he sighs and leans against the counter, exasperated. You exchange a few words and a laugh with Mina, reassuring her that you're completely fine and nothing bad has happened before the pink girl returns to her room with a hum. 

Bakugo ambles over to you, finally, before plopping onto the empty seat next to you with a look of doom and gloom. He drops his head onto your shoulder and sighs again. "Has my hearing gotten that bad?"

"Well, your quirk awakened after that death experience during the Final War, didn't it?" You say, patting Bakugo's head lightly. "And when you fought All For One, your explosions were twice as powerful so I guess it affected your hearing."

"What should I do?" Bakugo mumbles. "What if I don't get to hear your voice anymore?"

You turn your body before pulling Bakugo into a hug. He doesn't try to wiggle out of your embrace like he normally does but instead, he just leans into your body and buries his face into your shoulder. You pat his back soothingly, heart squeezed dry by how Bakugo worries about not being able to hear your voice more than anything else.

"We'll get it checked out." You plant a soft kiss on his cheek. "We'll face it head on together, so don't worry."

Bakugo hums, his body growing slack in your arms. "Must be tirin' for you to constantly repeat yourself." He mumbles. "Sorry."

"It's fine." You laugh lightly. "I'll just shout loud enough so you can hear me."

"Your vocal chords are going to break." Bakugo raises his head to look at you with a disgruntled pout. 

"If you can survive so many years of your life shouting at everyone, so can I." You offer Bakugo a wicked grin. "Watch me."

⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚

True to your words, you start yelling at Bakugo more and more, but not in a scolding way. Bakugo responds to you at his normal volume which is akin to his yelling. From a stranger's perspective, it seems like the two of you are always at each other's throats from all the yelling. The rest of the class is unnerved by this sudden change of yours and you have to clarify that it's because of Bakugo's slight loss in hearing. Until his doctor's appointment, you will have to yell at Bakugo to communicate with him so that you do not have to repeat yourself. 

"Katsuki Bakugo!" You shout during training one day, hands on your hips. Bakugo is on the other end of the field due to the assignments to different exercise stations. You cup your hands around your mouth and yell even louder. "Oi! I know you can hear me!" 

Bakugo looks up, finally catching wind of your yelling. Kirishima scratches his cheek nervously while Kaminari mutters something along the lines of here we go again. The rest of the class braces themselves for the yelling war, as they've liked to call it. "I can hear you! What do you want?!"

"What was the name of the pet rock you had in fifth grade?!" You shout, trying to recall the story Bakugo told you in the past which you were telling to Mina who is currently laughing beside you. 

"Haaaah?!" Bakugo's disgusted and stunned expression is hilarious as the whole class stops whatever they're doing, intrigued by this conversation bouncing back and forth between the two ends of the field. "Why the hell are you bringing this up now?!"

"Just tell me!" You shout back.

"No! I'm not telling you now in front of the whole damned class!" Bakugo shakes a fist at you. "I'll tell you later!"

"He really had a pet rock in fifth grade?" Kirishima snickers before yelping as Bakugo fires a harmless spark at him with an irritated growl. 

You roll your eyes. "Fine! Your stance today looks horrible, by the way!"

"Shut up!" Bakugo barks, explosions crackling on his palm. "Your posture is awful, by the way! You look like an idiot!"

You would have yelled back if not for the familiar fabric of Aizawa's cloth smacking around your mouth, effectively shutting you up. Bakugo shares the same fate as his yelling grows muffled. 

"Stop yelling." Aizawa deadpans, glaring at you slightly. "And don't give me the Bakugo-is-slowly-growing-deaf excuse."

a/n: i actually wanted to write the major character death angst piece i've been thinking about today, but i changed my mind. revel in your safety for now before i drop it.

© bkgplushie. do not steal, copy or use any of my work for ai. do not copy, modify or repost.

[bambieyedpoet]

katsuki bakugo has the kind of physique people swear only exists in superhero mangas — broad shoulders, thick biceps that flex even when he’s relaxed, abs carved into sharp lines, and a back so powerful it looks engineered rather than grown. every inch of him reflects years of discipline: early training sessions, strict eating habits, and a level of dedication that would break most people long before it ever built them. he’s the definition of strength honed, not gifted.

and as his girlfriend, you get the everyday perks of dating someone built like a walking powerhouse. your bag’s too heavy? he’s already grabbed it with one hand. new furniture arrives? he’s assembling it before you’ve even opened the box. puddle in your way? he’s lifting you without hesitation. he reaches the top shelf for you, carries every grocery bag at once, opens jars you swear were sealed by the gods, and pretends he’s annoyed even though he always steps in before you can struggle.

but the best part is the intimacy the moments where all that strength he has softens just for you. cuddling with him means being wrapped in warm, solid muscle, his arms locking around you like you’re the only thing he needs to hold onto. his weight settles over you in a way that feels grounding, protective, like he’s shielding you from the world without even trying. he tucks you under his chin, traces lazy circles on your back, and lets out those low, sleepy murmurs he’d deny ever saying, all while keeping you pressed against the safest place you know.

─ ⟢ a/c: ryudoodles ⚠︎ photos are not mine, credits to owner ⸝⸝

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[thepromiscuousfinger]

[transmechanicus]

‘You should only send hearts to ppl you’re romantically involved with’

WRONG! BOUNDLESS PLATONIC LOVE, WARMTH, AND ENTHUSIASM BE UPON YE!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[anxietyproblem]

[leebrontide]

Ok the US Attorney General says that she will remove ICE if MN drops all our sanctuary laws, complies with ICE, hands over all our SNAP, Medicaid and voter rolls. They demand control over our voter registration so they can "ensure free and fair elections".

They want to control our elections.

I am dead serious people call your representatives. Get volunteering. Get protesting. Get LOUD.

They released a letter full of straight up lies. Spread the truth. MAKE NOISE.

Source

[rederiswrites]

How interesting. How very interesting. They rejected my Blaze of this post.

Well, y'all. Make of this what you will, eh?

[a-krogan-skald-and-bearsark]

Then I guess we'll just have to Blaze it the old fashioned way, eh?

[megpie71]

Boosting signal. AGAIN.

[raylangivins]

[vympr]

Scientist bakes sourdough bread with yeast derived from 4500 year old Egyptian pottery

i'm losing my mind @ this thread......historie......

[sassytail]

also please note that this scientist is in fact the retired man who invented the xbox.

[brunhiddensmusings]

oh fuck i listened to a podcast that was interviewing him and the process he went through to make this bread, ologies with allie ward like he went through full on clean room levels of prep to ensure that this was 100% yeast from old egypt and had to bend over backwards to ensure everything involved was uncontaminated he then revealed that the original xbox logo...

is a sourdough boule

[redrook]

[anxietyproblem]

[posttexasstressdisorder]

Just bear thoughts.

[musashi]

Hey can you guys reblog Cheeseburger so he can take a sunbeam nap on lots of blogs. No other reason I just want you guys to see him.