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you sleep with deku the first time out of some combination of apathy and boredom only to have him fuck you so good you lay staring in the dark afterwards while he snores
he’s just. so obviously into you. and has been for a while. it’s not like he’s bad looking either you just weren’t sure about it. but one day you’re just so numb to everything else you decide fuck it why not
so you sit next to him during some group outing and take him home.
it’s not like his technique is mindblowing necessarily. he is very good—no doubt, but it’s the way he responds to you that gets you so turned on. you’ve just never been around a guy whose that into you
it’s just a hook up but he practically worships. on his hands and knees with the biggest, wettest eyes like getting to fuck you is his life’s greatest accomplishment. he’s kind of a perv but you don’t… hate it? in fact you think you really like the fact he gets like that. and he’s like. freakishly strong and built which helps.
wouldn’t anyone fall in love with a guy who gave them head for two hours? you certainly think so. you lay afterwards trying to figure out where to go from there because you’re sure your life’s changed
what you don’t know is that now that you’re in his sights deku wasn’t planning on letting you go too far anyhow
im going insane
This is your new timeline where you embody courage and forward action instead of fear and stagnation.
good things will happen 🧿
things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿
THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.
this for real fucking works
I need some good luck desperately 😫 ❤️
literally though if you feel like your life is slipping through your fingers and every day goes too fast… try doing hard things, not just taking the easy route, like reading and making art and exercising and cooking a meal from scratch and journaling, doing these things without distraction, without being absorbed on a screen… the time will stretch and you’ll be reminded that life is long and beautiful if you make it so.
Anyway I need a concussed cowboy x the nurse he was hoping to see tonight
he looks up from his lil bed with this dopey smile, dirt still on his cheek and dust in his hair, watching you with just this look in his eye.
"darling," he sighs like you've lifted a weight off if his shoulders. "You got me feeling like I'm waking on clouds."
"that's just the pain medication kicking in." you assure him. "we're going to have to check and see if you broke your hip."
"aw." He lets his head flop back into his pillow. "you're gonna haff' to do all of the work tonight if it's broken, right?"
"he's not usually like this," his friend is quick to assure you.
"we'll blame the morphine."
his hip isn't broken- just a rib or two.
you tell him he's lucky and he gives you those puppy dog eyes again.
"Oh, I'm so lucky, darling." He coos, "lucky to have met you."
Weeks later, he's back again. this time, he's clean- hair combed, jeans pressed- and carrying packing of goodies and flowers.
"I am so sorry-" he says, sheepishly, with that same damned grin. "I'm not normally a hound dog."
you huff and continue working. "You don't look very sorry."
"sorry," he tries to crunch his smile down, but it creeps back. "I just feel like I'm walking on clouds again."
making your (ex) playboy, slutty boyfriend wait before you'll have sex with him
you want him, of course. God, you want him.
but you also know his habits. fucking girls and breaking their hearts, cheating and moving on to his next play thing: you vowed that you wouldn't be his next plaything.
"I want you to prove that you love me," you told him, so, so sweetly.
"anything," he cooed, hands already crawling up your thighs.
"No sex for a year."
sometimes, you go to hug him goodnight or five him a kiss and he has to pull away, hands in the air likes he's guilty of murder.
you turn over in the middle of the night and cuddle in close, one of your legs over his.
"Don't look at me," he groans. "Your fucking face in making me hard."
"my face?" you ask, skeptical.
"Mm, yeah. Your sexy face and your pretty lips." He pulls you in closer and you can feel it - that hard lump pressing between your legs, twirching for attention. you haven't done anything other than look at the man, and he's ready to take you.
your body practically convulsing with want.
"should we be bad?" he mumbles. "cheat just a little? end it just a couple months early?"
you mumble his name with disapproval.
"I know, honey, I know." he holds you for just a moment longer. "I'll think about you when I jack off."
“Do you wanna be a mother of three?” 😂😂😂
today is my birthday! i’m 33 today and i have done an ungodly amount of stupid shit in my life that honestly probably should have gotten me killed. so here are 33 hard-won things i’ve learned that i wish someone had told me sooner.
whenever you buy an object, you are going to own that object for your entire life unless you make the conscious decision to throw it away or give it a new home. maybe other people don’t struggle with this as much as i do, but i’ve grown to become a little exhausted by finding a thing and realizing i don’t want it anymore, but i don’t have the energy or motivation to do anything with it. signed, a woman with a packed 10x10 storage unit who is now extremely hesitant to buy new things.
food, and by that i mean good food (and by that i don’t necessarily mean healthy food, but food of good quality that you love), is necessary to live, and buying it, preparing it, and eating it is not a chore. the sooner you accept this and make food a priority in your life, the healthier you’ll be.
speaking of food, not everything you buy should be the cheapest version of it. personally i’ve found it’s always worth it to splurge on good olive oil, butter, and canned tomatoes. for years i thought i was an awful cook because i was cooking with cheap, disgusting olive oil that made my food taste like shit.
speaking of food part 2, i can’t BELIEVE how long this took me to figure out, but mise en place is the real real. get your shit out and organized and prepped *before* you start cooking, even if it makes things take longer. and yes, it is always worth it to do the dishes as you go, which pisses me off.
when i was teaching myself how to cook and feeling daunted about it, the best advice i ever got was to aim to learn 15 recipes and then put them in rotation.
this is the most horrific and awful truth i have forced myself to accept: there may come a day you can no longer digest your favorite foods, and you will either have to stop eating them, or remain very close to a toilet. i’m sorry.
other people are always going to misperceive you and misunderstand you, sometimes willfully. other people’s opinions of you don’t actually have anything to do with you. they’re not your business, and you don’t have to worry about it or change yourself.
when innocuous or neutral things make you irrationally angry or upset, step back, realize you’re having a big reaction, and then when you’re ready, pay very close attention to the thing that upset you, because you’re about to learn something important about yourself.
a pill sorter can save your life. i don’t know how i managed my meds without one.
sometimes college is about learning stuff, and not about becoming something.
no matter how many perfectionist tendencies you have, it’s worth it to remind yourself that no matter how much of a mess you actually are, you deserve to be loved.
if you’re always forgetting to do important but tedious things, set an alarm and set aside one hour of each week, not to do the important tedious things, but to assess what needs to be done, and *schedule* the important tedious things for the following week. this literally changed my life.
during that hour, make a meal plan too. the point of doing this is condense the time in which you’re making decisions (what to do, what to eat, etc) so you don’t have to burden yourself with them throughout the week. decision fatigue is real. any way you can alleviate that is a good thing.
learn the difference between aggressive, passive, passive-aggressive, and assertive behavior. recognize when you’re being one of the first three, re-assess and aim for being assertive, even if it’s hard.
you can tell you’ve processed trauma, not when the traumatic thing stops upsetting you to think about, but when the traumatic thing takes up the same size in your brain as all your other memories.
if you’re one of those people who never seems to finish projects or follow through with things, there’s a chance you may just grow out of it naturally. until then, follow your interests and don’t feel bad about putting down a hobby to pick up another.
if you love stickers but have sticker anxiety, buy vinyl stickers. you can re-stick them.
there are only a few careers i can think of that you have to commit to early in life because getting the undergraduate credentials is a pain in the ass (teachers, doctors, and engineers, from my research). nearly everything else you can switch to later, which takes a LOT of pressure off having to figure out what you want to do with your life.
people say there’s no money in becoming an artist, writer, musician, etc. actually there’s a ton of money in all of those things, it’s just in the stuff other people want you to make and never what you want to make. it’s still worth it to develop the creative skill and not force yourself into business school because it’s more “practical” or whatever.
sleep when you’re tired. SLEEP WHEN YOU’RE TIRED. don’t beat yourself up about it, don’t tell yourself you shouldn’t be tired or that you’ve already slept too much, just take a fucking nap. you would never say “hm i’ve already had enough water today, therefore i should not be thirsty” so don’t treat sleep the same way.
when you build a piece of furniture from target or ikea or whatever, the first thing you should do is count all the little screws and things to make sure everything’s there that should be. it sucks to get halfway into putting something together only to find there’s a piece missing and you have to go buy it.
learn to travel by yourself, go out to eat by yourself, see a movie by yourself. in my early 20s i was scared to do these things, but i do them so often now i don’t even think about it. it’s the most fulfilling skill i’ve ever learned.
adding to the above, if you’re a people-pleaser, being alone is especially important, because you’ve probably developed the habit of making the people you’re with more comfortable and happy than yourself, and you’re missing a lot of the beautiful and interesting things around you. when you’re by yourself, you can focus on what *you* want without guilt.
sometimes you’ll want to break things off with a friend for reasons that are no one’s fault, and you don’t want it to be volatile or make a big thing of it, in which case the goal is to simply fade out of their life. it is okay to let people go.
shame is useless. get rid of it.
no matter how much of yourself you put into your art (or writing, or music, or whatever), when people criticize it, they are not criticizing you. they are having a reaction colored by their own tastes and perspectives. their opinion of your work has nothing to do with you. you don’t have to take everyone’s feedback. in fact you don’t have to take anyone’s feedback. the other side to this coin unfortunately is that compliments don’t have anything to do with you either. it’s good to accept this because it means you’ll stop seeking validation from other people and won’t let anyone else’s perspectives impact your work. anything nice anyone says about your work is merely a bonus to an already good thing.
if you’re an artist of any kind, take one day a year to look up opportunities like grants, funding, residencies, workshops, whatever. put the due dates of all of them on a calendar for the year following and get into the habit of applying for stuff. getting rejected sucks, application fees suck, but in all the years i’ve been doing this, it has always, always been worth it. these things give you a chance not only to help fund and support what you’re passionate about, but they force you to take your own work seriously, and that is something that’s absolutely necessary in order to be successful.
you must become your own greatest advocate. in all respects–in health, in love, in happiness, in freedom, you must. no one will ever fight as hard for you as you will. this in turn will give you the strength and motivation to help others fight for themselves too. the only way the world will ever get better is if every person on this planet learns to see themselves as equals to everyone around them.
brag about yourself as often as you can. for one, people develop their perceptions of you based on how you treat yourself and speak about yourself. but for two, it’s the fastest way to figure out which people to keep in your life, because they’re the ones who are going “oh hell yeah, you’re awesome.”
be the person other people want to brag to.
at some point in your life, someone is going to hurt you, and it’s going to be willful and intentional. it is not worth it to waste brain space figuring out why they did it or why you think you deserved it. all you have to do is let yourself feel that pain, acknowledge it, and try to move on.
no matter how bad off you think you are, recovery is possible. the first and hardest step is to learn you’re worth the time and effort it takes to recover from the awful things that have happened to you.
developing an expertise does not mean you’re getting objectively better at something. becoming an expert is only the process of seeing your mistakes and having the patience to sit in the discomfort of not knowing how to fix them.
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The bots are evolving to actively redirect you/ give viruses to you
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warnings: nsfwish, aged up characters, implied fem-bodied reader
"I know what you're doing."
Across the room, Shouto throws you his most innocent look.
"I am reading," he says evenly, giving the book in his hands a little tilt as if to emphasize its presence.
You don't buy it, and you open your mouth to say so. As if on queue, you can feel the temperature of the room raise another couple of degrees—and the heat is coming from Shouto's direction.
You hadn't noticed at first. Earlier this afternoon, you'd been wrapped in a knit cardigan, but you'd noted eventually that it was too warm for you, and discarded it over the arm of the couch.
After another half hour, you thought perhaps your fuzzy socks, too, were overkill, as the house was pretty temperate today. Another thirty minutes later you'd exchanged your sweatpants for shorts—and it was only then, as you passed the thermostat on the way back into the living room, that that you realized.
The temperature was set to low. But the room itself was registering very hot. The temperature was being fucked with.
And only one of you was a pro hero with a temperature-based quirk.
You'd sat back down in the arm chair, slinging your legs over the side and pretending to get back to reading. Shouto waited a long while, twenty entire minutes, but then your shirt started to feel too warm against your skin, the air of the room slightly thicker in your lungs.
And you knew it was Shouto's doing.
"You are not just reading and you know it," you say. "Turn it back down, Sho."
Shouto's features betray nothing, his damnably perfect poker face sliding into place. "Turn what down?"
"Your quirk," you tell him. "I don't know what you're up to but you've been caught, and this scheme ends here."
The temperature ticks up a couple degrees—you can tell by the tiny bits of moisture gathering at your hairline. It's suddenly almost like a sauna in the room.
"Todoroki Shouto," you start, pointing your finger at him. But his eyes don't follow it—they're locked somewhere below your waist, staring fixedly at the length of bare thigh you're now showing, thanks to your wardrobe change.
There's a click in your thoughts as the puzzle pieces slide together. You suddenly understand.
"Are you...? Are you trying to get me to strip?" you ask incredulously.
Absolutely nothing in your boyfriend's face changes, and his tone is purposefully bland. But there's an incredibly long pause before he says, "Your shirt appears warm."
As if it's just a fact he's observed. As if he's not the root cause.
"You are such a sneak," you tell him.
Two mismatched eyes slide to yours, but Shouto looks unfussed. If anything, the room gets warmer. A drop of sweat slides down your spine, incredibly uncomfortable.
Curious about his objectives, you finger the hem of your shirt. Shouto's eyes snap to your hands, and you can feel gaze practically burning through your shirt as you pull it over your head, leaving you clad only in your bra.
Finally, you spot little hints of weakness in your boyfriend as his jaw clenches the tiniest bit, his fingers curling restlessly over the sides of his book as though he's imagining taking handfuls of you. You fight down a helpless smile.
"Is it warm, love?" Shouto asks, as though it's only just occurred to him. "Would you like me to cool you down?"
He sets down his book, blinking two very innocent mismatched eyes at you. He opens his arms as if to take you into them.
You can't help but laugh at the transparency, the absolute stupidity of his ploy that he's apparently been working at nearly all afternoon. He is such a boy.
You linger a moment, like you're deciding. But of course you throw yourself into his grasp in the end, laying yourself out over him on the couch.
Though you doubt things will really cool down from there.
Not for a very long while, at least.
let’s make soup! just toss whatever you got in the pot and reblog to share it at the end :)
veggies (specify in tags)
water
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tomatoes
potatoes
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to be clear I want you to reblog it when you see it. we share the SOUP at the end folks. the soup.
iida, legendary prude and repressed lover, with a borderline nympho gf