Jan 26, 2025
I hate being obsessed with men, cause I look at them gremlins doing some idiotic stuff and just go "LOOK 🥵 AT 🤤 HIM 😋"
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I hate being obsessed with men, cause I look at them gremlins doing some idiotic stuff and just go "LOOK 🥵 AT 🤤 HIM 😋"
manifesting Dabi and Toga in the cover for volume 35
hold the phone who’s Mako and Bolin’s grandma?
I think his name starts with a j? Anyway, here some famous korean singer, ur welcome bestfriend. :P
13 kusanagi?
13. Sock
(Another definition of ‘sock’ is ‘a hard blow’ like a punch, i.e to sock someone in the jaw)
Yusaku had never really seen Kusanagi what one would consider angry. Alright sure, he’d seen him get frustrated and slam his hands on the table loud enough to make him jump, and heard him swear under his breath (and sometimes not) while they were trying to hack something. But he’d never seen him get mad at someone.
At least not until the day he showed up at the hot dog truck scuffed and bruised from an altercation after school. The moment Kusanagi laid eyes on him he went deathly silent and Yusaku thought he was going to leap over the edge of the counter to get to him.
“Yusaku what happened?” He asked, gripping the edge as he leaned over to look at him. “Who did this to you?”
“It’s nothing,” muttered Yusaku as he sat down at a table, dropping his bag on the ground beside him. “Don’t worry about it alright?”
Kusanagi’s frown deepened but he didn’t press the matter any further.
Third years. That was who had been picking on Yusaku, leaving the scrapes and bruises on him after school.
Yusaku had never intended for Kusanagi to find out, once the school year ended they would graduate and he would be free of them forever. Except they decided to follow him one day, right to the truck. They’d hung back just far enough to make it look like they weren’t following and harassing him, and just far enough that he couldn’t make out what they were saying.
The whispers made his blood run cold and he quickened his pace, something in his gut telling him that if he got caught this time it would be very bad for him. As the truck came into view he resisted the urge to bolt, he wasn’t sure he could out run them if it came to it.
The closer he got to the truck and quicker he moved his feet. Kusanagi hadn’t opened up yet, so calling out to him would be moot, so he’d just have to make a run for it. He bolted, heading for the back doors and slipping inside none to quietly, the doors slamming shut behind him.
“Whoa Yusaku, what’s the emergency?” asked Kusanagi, turning around as Yusaku slid to the floor by the doors, head falling to his knees. “Hey, Yusaku what’s wrong?”
“It’s them,” he managed to choke out just as there was a loud bang from the side of the truck.
“Hey we know you’re in there Fujiki, why don’t you come out, we just want to talk.”
Kusanagi frowned and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You get in the back room, let me handle this.”
As Yusaku looked up at him he was surprised by the look that crossed the older man’s face. It was a rage he’d never seen on him before, and the hand that was on his shoulder was trembling.
“K-Kusanagi-san?”
There was another bang, this time from the doors and Yusaku yelped. He barely remembered Kusanagi shuttling him into the login room, or draping his coat over him. And he wasn’t sure what happened after Kusanagi stepped outside and the doors closed. But he was grateful for the fact that Kusanagi had not set up in the middle of the city this time where cameras might catch all the action, but rather somewhere a little more remote and out of the way.
When Kusanagi returned he looked a bit worse for wear-his hands were scuffed and bruised and there was a fresh bruise on his left cheek and his clothes were rumpled and filthy.
“Don’t worry Yusaku, they’re gone. They won’t be bothering you again,” he said, playfully ruffling Yusaku’s hair with one hand. “I promise.”
Ok, but the real question is, does Kuroha has choking fetish?
Ok, so, I've never gotten to have a single BTS dream, but last night my brain decides to give me a hot and bothered Keanu Reeves?!
What the fuck, brain?!! When's the last time we watched anything with him in?!! When have I ever regarded him as anything more than a generally handsome guy?!
... I'm not having this shit. What the hell. I'm writing myself a strongly worded letter.
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