Monterey Bay Aquarium
Not today Justin
roma★
DEAR READER
Jules of Nature
todays bird
No title available
Show & Tell
No title available
cherry valley forever
if i look back, i am lost
we're not kids anymore.
Game of Thrones Daily
$LAYYYTER
ellievsbear
Discoholic 🪩
No title available
h
Kiana Khansmith
Sade Olutola
seen from Singapore
seen from Germany
seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from Spain
seen from Australia
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from South Korea
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
@plurarity
#PLURARITY: A PRIVATE & FRIENDS ONLY BNHA MULTIMUSE FEATURING ATSUHIRO SAKO, A.K.A. MR. COMPRESS. UNLESS WE'RE MUTUALS ELSEWHERE, DO NOT FOLLOW ME FIRST. NO RULES; EVERYONE HERE SHOULD KNOW WHAT'S UP. MUSE LIST BELOW.
BLOGROLL: @overhual, @iceply, @manifeasts, @erazur.
started writing afo outside of the copypasta it’s so over
MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LETS GO EXPLORE
" THERE'S MY TOSHINORI! " takara's spine straightens, chest puffs out, fists rest on her hips. a grin pulls on her lips, reaching eyes that seem to glow like two great gemstones. " today's agenda: total exploration! " her hand raises, playfully rubbing her chin in faux thought. " though, i wonder where to start. we've got a whole world to discover. why don't we get out there and see what we find? — c'mon, c'mon, let's get your shoes on! "
MOM?
what's with that look, toshinori? you look like you saw a ghost!
“ HEY, PRETTY GIRL. ” she stands at her doorway, flowers in her hand and a small gift box in her pocket. even at two months, her heart still thumps rapidly at the sight of nemuri. immediately, butterflies hit her stomach and the pro-hero feels only slightly weak in the knees. “ happy two months. i – got you these. i hope you like them! ” / @plurarity
" EMI. " her voice, so soft at the sight of the gift gripped between her fingers. she feels her heart lurch forward, stomach twisting into knots, and her body moves before she can think, bending down to hook her arms around emi's body, pressing glossy lips directly against her cheek. " you remembered! baby, you shouldn't have. you know i love flowers. "
" HOW LUCKY IS THIS, HUH? " she jogs up to him in the hallway, sparing a few little waves and smiles to his squad before they dissipate. hands fold behind her back, fawn eyes landing upon him — though she still doesn't understand the weird looks she gets when talking to him so casually. the fit: shiketsu issued skirt, top, and hat. mascara and lip gloss: shiseido brand. blush: some western company with the brand name long worn off from the cover. the shoes: onitsuka tiger. " shiketsu sent over a few students for the semester to see how the school could learn from ua ... shame i won't be in your class, but i hear we might be training together soon! totes rad, right? " / @plurarity > bakugo.
THE SCENE AT HAND: fingers shoved into the pockets of low-hanging pants, hunched over, scowling. if looks could kill, the pack of students onlooking warily at the unfolding sight would be six feet under by now. saccharine eyes bore into them like two bullets and, what with his quirk and all, that metaphor wouldn't be too far off. he slows his walking just barely enough to be noticeable for camie to catch up already. though barely patience, the shocking reservation towards shiketsu's pupil would certainly elicit a gossip he doesn't care to lend an ear towards. all talk and no action. it's always the same. " whatever. " his tone is biting, though not nearly as dagger-sharp as it typically is with his other peers. he's close enough to smell her perfume, and something about that makes his gut twist into the most agitating knot. " as far as i'm concerned, this just gives me new pricks to crush. "
" SURE. " a knowing glance is spared her way. that he is, more tolerant than he lets on, and a bit more fun, too. ignore the skeletal appearance and natural pinched brow as he searches a seat. she's a constant breath of life in older lungs; always keeping him on his toes. he'd be the first to admit, he does enjoy that about her. " well, who is the lucky guy who gets to spend his afternoon with you? " playful and warm, as he finds the row reserved for ua teachers. " after you. " a polite motion to let her in before himself. " i don't doubt it. after cementoss' opening ceremony, i'm positive everyone's pining for more. " the word choice is both purposeful and light-hearted. " for what it's worth, i'm glad you're getting a year off, too. who else would i sit with? "
TRAILING AFTER TOSHINORI, a smile on glossy lips, nemuri still holds onto his arm as they weave through the crowd of spectators, gentle as ever. " why, i'm so glad you asked. there's this remarkably handsome man... " she trails off, her hand flicking dismissively, as if he knows the rest. when prompted, nemuri steps forward, sifting through the small aisle until finding two particularly ideal perches for them both — as dead center as she could muster. sitting down, she crosses her legs at the knee, beckoning toshinori to sit with. " i could name someone, " she teases, leaning in closer, resting her head upon the palm of her hand. " but he's not nearly as fun as me. it's been so long; how have things been with you two? "
Usagiyama Rumi ✩ Mirko, the No. 5 Hero
" I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR IDLE CHATTER, KOKU. " bony fingers type furiously away at the laptop on the floor before them. index finger traces over the braille display, taking the moment to inhale the scent of their fellow leader. though despite their initial annoyance at his prescence, an interruption would be welcome — if they were being genuine. " did re-destro send you? " / @plurarity > trumpet.
" WHENEVER DO YA? " he's leaning against the wall, legs crossed at the ankle, observing the feverish clack of keys born of tomoyasu's hunched body. he's well aware that their agitation is only a superficial construct, not so much as the lopsided smile on his own lips, faint and amused. ever the prickly one, they are. " just little old me, making sure you're not straining yourself again. don't tell me that you're disappointed. "
" DO YOU THINK HE'S RIGHT? " tomura sits at the bar. chin rests in one hand while the other scratches. nails dig into her neck. once. twice. thrice. her leg bounces with anxiety and irritation against the stool she sits upon. " he patronizes me... thinks i'm a failure. " / @plurarity > kurogiri.
" CRITICISM IS OFTEN THE GENESIS OF GROWTH. " tongues of mist lap along its edges, a break in the void fixed upon shigaraki like two piercing eyes. his voice, low and rolling, is a contrast of his company's, hoping to quell the agitation sharpening her tongue. " you're only still burgeoning, tomura shigaraki. this judgement, too, is not without its purpose. "
why is your name midnight? babe theres no chance you're mid. (you know)
emi we’ve talked about this
you are my kacchan... my only kacchan... 🥺
but if i said kill yourself ID get expelled.
" YOU ARE BAD. " the statement itself rolls off his lips with a soft chuckle, in acknowledgement to a muttered innuendo between them. his arm is offered to her, guiding her up to the stands of the tournament. " sad you don't get to host this one, kayama? or relieved? " / @plurarity > midnight.
" OUR LITTLE SECRET. " a manicured finger rests just in front of puckered lips, curved at their edge in the beginnings of a coy grin. most would scold her if they heard even half of what she said, but that's something she adores about toshinori: he's as tolerant as he is fun, and she daresay (if she isn't mistaken, which she seldom is) might even enjoy her little games. nemuri's hand drops, hooking around his arm gently, and allowing herself to be lead. she's usually one to take the reigns, but for him? well... " i'd be more disappointed if my company wasn't as charming as it is, " she says, her voice as light as song. " really, it all boils down to the art of seduction: you've got to keep them wanting more. and if i'm being honest — as much as i love hosting, it's nice to kick my feet up and enjoy the festivities. "
GET OUT OF MY ROOM MOM IM PLAYING MINECRAFT
(bends down and peeks over his shoulder.) ah, would you look at that. there's a little dog at your side. a farm, a house. do you like what you've built, tomura shigaraki? did you enjoy crafting your mine? what if i told you that you could do this in real life... if i told you that you can build an empire of your own...... such as art imitates life and life imitates art...... such as the computer mouse here behaves like the hand of God.....
afo afo. look at me.
now listen to me young man, i am talking directly into your ear now. i need you to do me a favor. you will do this for me. i need you to go to gamestop, and i need you to ask the bastard working the counter if they have bambi on the ps2. if you come back empty handed youll be in big trouble mister. you will never see the light of day.
