#what is brain

[fulcrumstardust]

Hiiii I think you’re amazing 💖

🥺🥺🥺 I don't know to what do I owe this to but thank you, that's really sweet!! <3

[sparrovv]

Guess who found out they might have ADHD today...

[hatsoff-forgandalf]

My dumbass brain after I've finished a mental breakdown and am trying to sleep: *Linda Monroe voice* I will destroy ever-ything And Then I will destroy everything. I guarantee I'll destroy everything in my path unless I get what I-shit it's Jared

EVERY JISS BEGINS WITH J

*Goldfish commercial voice*

Jared

[academicgangster]

How do you download the fucking goose game after buying it

[lunarriviera]

I can’t brain very good today so I made this gif instead, because my parents always quote it to each other, and it still makes me laugh after all these years (“The episode is generally regarded by most fans, and those who took part in its production, as the worst episode of the series”; also sprach wiki) 

[nekoaihime]

Kiss Kiss ( already in love )

Series: Boku no Hero Academia Setting: Canon!Verse Pairing: Kacchako ( what else do I even write ) Rated: NC16 for Katsuki’s filthy cursing mouth Genre: Romance  Summary: Of which Katsuki wants a kiss

She was too damn short. It was not as though he minded particularly much, she fit well between his arms, between his legs; whatever it was, she just fit. He enjoyed slinging arm around her shoulder ( occasionally even resting it upon her head ), or resting chin upon the tousled mess as he wrapped arms around her small waist, how she rested head upon his chest as she tightened arms around him as though she simply wanted his warmth and embrace. Often, he had wondered if she was that short because of her past; she spoke occasionally in private about her childhood and how life had been difficult -- one of the reasons she wanted to become a Pro Hero in the first place. He had all that he wanted, did she? But she had little complaints about life, ever the positive cheerful optimistic girlfriend; though he did find exceptional fun in teasing her when it came to kissing. It was not his fault that she could not reach.  It was mildly amusing to watch her tiptoe, and puff her cheeks out when she wanted a kiss, to watch the strain upon her even though she had many other options besides simply getting on her toes like a ballerina. He liked it, looking down on her as honest features told of her desire. A kiss. Simple as that. Nonetheless, he had every right to, considering how she teased the hell out of him when they had first begun dating.  Yet today, today he hungered for her affections. Today he wanted her to kiss him, and she was having none of that. Or perhaps she had yet to realize that he had been staring at those soft supple lips, glossy and scented. Or perhaps she did, and she was taking revenge for all the times he made her work to reach up and kiss him. Bending over for a kiss would mean that he admitted defeat. No fucking way.  And yet she skipped along as though nothing mattered, even though she had not given him even a single damn kiss even though they usually engaged in liplocks swiftly during dates. One hour. It has been one damn long hour. He was tired of waiting. Thus his grip tightened upon her, a stern glare causing mild confusion within chocolate oculars; the date had been going well so far, Ochako could not fathom the reason behind the sudden aggression, and surely not why he dragged her out of the public’s eyes.  Within the alleyway, he offered no explanations, nor allowed her time to pull away. Digits inched, brushing the pale silver of exposed side skin as he maintained and demanded eye contact. She protested, his name upon pouting lips; but obedient nonetheless. “What is it, Katsuki?” But he would extend no clarification, instead letting hands slide down to firmly grasp her bottom. Casually ignoring her squeal of objection, Katsuki lifted Ochako up with ease, marveling at how one could remain so ridiculously light ( despite not using her quirk ) when they worked out as often as he did, ensuring that her legs were safely locked around his hips before what little of a distance that remained between them was quickly closed. Palms retained their positions, kneading as he pleased, and whilst Ochako’s cheeks seared hot and red, she knew exactly where and how to rest her arms.  ”If you wanted a kiss, you should have just said so.” She teased ( or attempted to ), but it was clear that she was no victor, not by the way she was flustered beyond comprehension -- but it was just the way he liked it. He claimed her lips for his own, reveling in accomplishment and the sweet sweet flavour of success that came with the new lip gloss she now preferred. He leans in so that their foreheads rests against each other, chuckling lowly at the heat hot face emitted yet whispering her name as her heart fluttered against his skin. He was addicted to her, and somehow it did not seem so bad.  “You’re too fucking short, roundface.” Not that he minded one bit.

[rederiswrites]

Man it’s a good thing I have a detailed outline ‘n’ shit like that these days because otherwise I have like, .02 clues what was supposed to happen next. :|