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That white lady and her stupid 3 sword style.

imagine if you will a meal or food of some type

I know "walkable cities" is considered a buzzword and urbanists are increasingly seen as preachy liberal wonks, but we're literally right. If you spend enough time in an American city outside the literal bubble of your car you will see people carrying groceries along the shoulders of freeways, running for their lives to cross a street, or waiting for an hour to catch a delayed bus. If you read local obituaries about pedestrian and cyclist fatalities, they're not white tech bros in spandex but people in redlined neighborhoods without proper sidewalks. You spend enough time trying to own the urbanist nerds and oops, you start condoning a status quo that is overtly cruel and racist.

me and my friend jessie are physically incapable of having a normal fucking conversation so things happen where we accidently end up rping a dude bro trying to hit on me, an ordinary woman who is not a snake

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rabbits know and resent their place on the food chain

murder cheat and fuck your way through boston so god destroys it like she did with sodom and gomorrah

okay ! i will. what prompted this though

Cold Mornings

in which lazy mornings with your boyfriend are hard to come by, but he’s always looking for your warmth in the winter

todoroki natsuo x reader

word count: 1.4k genre: fluff type: one-shot reader: neutral (no pronouns, neutral terms, neutral clothing) warnings: little makeout

derived from this prompt fill

“s’cold,” he mumbles, and you raise your mug up to your mouth to hide your grin.

“maybe you should put on a shirt, then,” you reply. he’s in nothing but a pair of flannel sleep pants, and though you’re not complaining about his bare chest, the solution to his problem is fairly obvious.

“you’re wearing, like, all of my clean ones.”

“oops. too slow.”

“you’re lucky you look better in them than i do.”

When you met Natsuo two years ago as a first year university student, you’d never have guessed how goddamn cold the man gets in the winter.

The first year you simply laughed at his daily whining about the temperature every time you went outside; he’d drag you to get hot drinks at cafés and show up to study sessions with no less than five layers on his torso to defend against the chill outside. Now, though—a solid few months into dating him—his go-to way of warming up is leaching heat from you.

It’s not like you’d complain. Sure, it’d be a bit nicer in the summer, but any excuse to let your boyfriend cling to you is a good one. You just make sure there’s plenty of blankets on the bed when you spend the night.

This morning, you wake up under the aforementioned plenty of blankets with Natsuo curled up against your chest as close as humanly possible, nothing below your eyes above the blanket—but that’s enough to see the heavy snowfall through the window on the other side of the bed you’re laying in.

Despite Natsuo’s distaste for the temperature, you’ve always loved the winter. Waking up like this, the snuggly heat of the blankets and your boyfriend’s broad chest against you, is undeniably something you’ve been enjoying since early November.

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