Anne Sexton, From A Self-portrait In Letters

when i say shoto copies literally everything you do i mean everything. he could be waiting on patrol and his sidekick just turns around to him with his hand on his hip cleaning his nails. he even picks up on your speaking cadences and quirks. its to the point where others start to notice it and they pick on him for it then he’s just like “do not make fun of y/n😠 ☝️”

Sometimes you need to read something twice to get it. You might need to watch a movie three times to understand it. You might have to have that album on repeat for a week until the lyrics make any sense. You're allowed to engage with it and can keep engaging with it until it means something to you. People will see a painting at a museum and laugh about not getting what the big deal is but like you can come back, you can see it at another time, and maybe that next time it'll be different for you. I'm of the belief the "media literacy crisis" would solve itself if more people just sat down and did it again. Watched, read, played, listened, etc like I don't think people are getting more ignorant necessarily I just think we're not glorifying personally replaying things nearly as much as we should be.

✧ ｗｉｔｈ ｇｏｄ ａｓ ｍｙ ｗｉｔｎｅｓｓ

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙮

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kiri told me i should write this and i thought it’d be a good idea. i considered just calling you but i know your busy with the kids and pregnancy and shit. dammit. i guess i should tell u why i’m texting you this well i’ll just fucking say it then. i love you. shit i’ve never said that shit before.

i’ve loved your stupid face and stupid laugh since first year, y/n and like a dumbass i didn’t think to tell u once. but then you got with icyhot and forgot all about me. yet you didn’t see me complain once. cause you were happy and i couldn’t give two shits who made you happy. then i had to give up on u or i’d lose out on being number one hero. yet here i am with neither. don’t you realize, he made me choose.

but now it’s been years and i still fucking love you. and seeing you pregnant with that bastards child only makes worse. and ive had to stop myself from doing something i should have never even thought abt doing in the first place. i had to stop myself from loving you, y/n. not just for urs or his sake but my own. i knew i could never have you. i knew i could never love you yet i do. yet i want you.

: ̗̀➛Ｌｅｔ ｍｅ ｇｏ

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴; 𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘮, 𝘫𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘪, 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘰’𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨; 𝙬𝙖𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙙𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙤𝙩𝙬 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙠𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙨!!

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The clan would be lying if they said you were the ideal mate for the future Olo'eyktan. You were bad-mouthed, ill-tempered and far too unpredictable even for the Na’vi. But you paid little mind to the various different words now associated with your name. You were to be mated with the future chieftain and love of your life, Neteyam.

Life had been easy with the eldest of four. His family had accepted you with open arms back before you had even fallen for him. So when you insisted on attending war parties, they were eager to have you by their sides on the battlefield.

Battles usually went one of two ways - clean and easy with little to no casualties or high risk and unforeseen consequences. It seemed this one was the latter as the party had been backed into a corner without your ikrans to provide aerial support.

At this point, there was a handful of options and the clan wasn’t too keen on falling on a consensus.

“We charge!” A younger Na’vi bellowed, bow bouncing in the air. Other voices agreeing whilst others booed.

“Splitting for the ikrans is the best idea, Jakesully.” An older Na’vi, who seemed to already have healed scars coloring his blue body, spoke calmly with the ease of a determined warrior.

“Let me think for second!” Jake exclaimed, clearly overwhelmed with the weight of the clans men’s lives on his back.

“Ma Jake, you will get us through this.” In came Neytiri, comforting the agitated male.

With the distant sounds of gunfire slowly dissipating, it gave the party space to think and contemplate your current predicament. You grew inpatient, sitting in one place knowing the enemy was just a few hundred feet away waiting, making eye contact with Neteyam who stood with his father.

Sitting on the large rock you watched as groups of men continued to converse different ways for this situation to go. As you began tapping your leg in preparation, little did they know you were cooking up your own plan.

Making eye contact with your mate for one last time - who currently eyed you with that same look he usually gives you before a brief scolding - you stood slowly backing into the forage behind you.

You ran towards where the previous gunfire only stopping when you knew you were close. You looked up at the trees to determine which one would give you the best vantage point before preparing to climb it. Sliding your bow over you chest, you steadied yourself into the ground below.

“Y/n!” A familiar voice echoed out.

Ears piqued, your eyebrows furrowed. “Nete?”

An out of breath Neteyam ran towards you, stopping in front of you to catch his breath. “I,,,” he muttered. “Trying to run out of here already?” He asked, eyes landing on yours.

“Listen.” You already knew where this was going.

“I do not wish to hear it. My father told me to fetch you. You’re coming with me.” He went to grab your arm but you pulled back, leaving him surprised as this was the part where you would usually gave in.

“No, I am staying here and you are leaving.” You whisper-yelled at the 8 foot tall male. “ I have something to do and it is important.”

“Important? You think I do not understand-“ He rolled his eyes, “I do not like seeing you act the way you do but I love you despite it. But now, I cannot sit and watch you commit such dangerous acts.”

“No, you don’t. If you understood how I felt at all about situations like this then you’d let me go.” You cut him off.

“And what about my feelings? Do they not matter?” He insisted.

“They do-“

“Then do not risk your life, yawne. For me, come back with me and let my father figure it out. “ He whispered with urgency sensing exactly how this would end.

Seconds would pass in silence as birds cawed above. You stood looking at the ground in contemplation. You took a deep breath before speaking again.

“I am sorry. This is far too important for the sake of the clan and I must do what I have to.” You felt Neteyam’s chest fall with every word that escaped your mouth.

“Y/n, please do not do this.” But you had made up your mind.

“Hayalovay, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan.” You reach upwards, exchanging a deep kiss with your mate. He neglected to open his eyes and you departed. Perhaps to not see what would happen next as you ran ahead, leaving him alone once again.

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(meant to be a blurb but guess who got carried away)

✄ ｍｈａ ｃｈａｒｓ ａｓ ｒｕｐｉ ｋａｕｒ ｑｕｏｔｅｓ

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶, 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰, 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪, 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪, 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙣/𝙖

deku

if you were born with the weakness to fall you were born with the strength to rise

shoto

the world gives you so much pain and here you are making gold out of it

katsuki

to hate is an easy lazy thing but to love takes strength everyone has but not all are willing to practice

touya

when death takes my hand, i will hold you with the other and promise to find you in every lifetime.

denki

i know i should crumble for better reasons but have you seen the boy he brings the sun to its knees every night

i wanna get into star wars but literally how

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desire feels like a flicker on the tongue. with just a utterance of the word - u get a small taste into how it what it means to feel, need, reach ecstasy. you get an image in your head of everything youve ever dreamt of, yearned for, touched yourself to. i believe sexuality is one of the greatest human experiences. one that is truly deeply intrinsic to us and that it is what we should be spending our years psychoanalyzing over and over and over again and over and over and over

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╭──➭ :tonight’s theme )) oh, mon amour

│ ⁃⁃ comme la vague irrésolue je vais je vais et je viens ❞

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❥ｇｅｔｔｉｎｇ ｌａｔｅ

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙩

𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤 & 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙤𝙣𝙚

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you looked up with curiosity and interest. It was currently 1:30 am and the moon seemed to dance throughout your room in the attic. It was pleasant and it was beautiful. Almost to the likes of the man whom stood in front of you.

his beauty was of a thousand moons and you were just a star lucky enough to share the same galaxy. You wanted to explore all that he was; caress every individual blemish and scar that every dared to deface such a beautiful canvas. You were like an artist and he was your Dorian Gray. And when he looked at you, your heart screamed. It screamed for his love, for his touch.

instead his scarred hands would then travel down to undo his belt as you continued to marvel from your spot on the queen bed. Slowly your hands would go up to take off his black turtleneck, fingertips caressing the muscle that toned his abdomen. Once his shirt was fully off, you would gaze upon his upper body. Your hand would unconsciously go to touch the new scar that was still purple on his left side. It was beautiful. You shifted as you went up to plant a kiss on it as he exhaled forcefully.

you loved every part of him. Every part that touched you, every part that complimented you, every part that loved you even if he had a funny way of loving you. But your hips had missed his and thus he moved to take your skinny jeans off. Hands fumbling with the tightest of the material around your plump skin. You smiled softly at how he handled you.

eventually you both were unclothed in the dark room, the only light trickling in lightly to reveal he had moved from the side to the end of the bed. He would lift you and put you down in the middle of the bed. The moon seemed to agree with you as it had reflected in just right onto his face and chest. You gazed in awe.

your heart seemed to palpitate as he wrapped his palms around ankles, his eyes concealed by his crimson & ivory locks. He started off slow, first trailing up your legs, laying various kisses. Once he had reached your inner thigh he stopped which scared you.

opening your eyes you looked down immediately meeting his gaze. He stared at you in silence, it was the first time he had made eye contact with you since he walked in your apartment door.

“watch.” So you watched as he licked his two fingers before pushing them into your warmth. You whined, hips pushing into his hand as he pumped once only for him to stop again. His eyebrow quirked upwards with confusion. You quickly flickered your eyes back downwards.

his tongue would then emerge into the arena. His lips planting kissing all throughout yours. You moaned his name, hand going up to grip his hair as he quickened his pumps.

closing in on your climax, your legs wrapped around his body. “Sho,” You whimpered.

“i know, my love.” He pulled his hand out only to replace it with it with his member, whispering into your ear. He lacked his previous temperament though cause he proceed to pump into you with such velocity that the bed cracked.

you moaned into his shoulder, hands scratching his back in ecstasy. He never touched you like this. Held you like you would be gone, kissed you with a softness, loved you like you mattered. Despite this, you loved him.

“shoto!” You exclaimed as his lips took residence on your nipple. His tongue could work magic you swore.

his hips continued their assault in and out of your walls which some how could take all 7.8 of his inches. With how little he fucked you, you were surprised you could still take him at all. But with every fuck he stretched you out further and looking down you could swear your stomach was being pushed upwards.

you cried with his each of his pumps into you. It wasn’t enough. You wished to feel him everywhere, in all that you were. You cried with every squeeze of his hands on your skin. You prayed his heart wouldn’t forget the warmth you provided with your tears.

“fuck.” He muttered as his hips jittered into yours, leaving future bruises in their wake. His hand came up to rest on your throat as he finished inside you, cum painting your walls white. You thanked him because to be touched by him was to be seen & loved by all that mattered.

you were no longer bound by all that defined you, you loved.

an attention starved! shoto who silently whines when you don’t show him love at a public event

then him openly checking you out in your skintight dress for all the cameras to see

him watching as you laugh a lil too hard at denki’s jokes promising to make you make up for it later

when it’s time to take pictures him rubbing his boner up against your ass then acting like he ain’t know no better

once you get home you obviously are turnt on but he’s just like 🤔 waiting for you to verbalize it

eventually u start begging and he gives you the best dick of your life