Katsuki Fumbled As The Heavy Wooden Door Of Your Mansion Was Nearly Slammed In His Face, You Being The

last panel in EN: Everyone got distracted.

hello

Hello hello! How are you today? :)

he WILL throw his dad at you, dont test him

i don't think people really understand what's happening in gaza. with each passing day that sees more and more palestinians dead, it's becoming easier and easier for those in the west to perceive them as nothing more than a statistic. they might engage w the occasional palestine post, sure, but it's just as easy to scroll right past that moments later w no real outrage for the genocide retained.

it's vital to stay reminded that palestinians who are with us today won't be with us tomorrow. it's happening every second of every minute of every hour, and it's relentless. somewhere in gaza a little girl is losing her mother, a little boy is watching his siblings bleed to death, elderly people are infirm with starvation and illness, palestinian women and girls are being sexually assaulted and kept in cages, fathers are leaving tents to find food for their families and not coming back. this is all happening right now, and it's a direct result of the west's complacency. it's a direct result of their not seeing arabs as people worth saving.

it might be hard to compute as a westerner, but this is real. don't let your privilege blind you to your humanity.

hot for teacher

pairing: shouta aizawa x f!reader summary: You’re not expecting your day to fall to pieces at 8:21 a.m., but life hasn’t really been going your way lately. A string of lackluster dates, followed by two dead vibrators (with missing cords!), and the only outlet left for your mounting sexual frustration—the smut blog you diligently update—has been discovered by the one person you never wanted to find it: fellow teacher Shouta Aizawa. Who might just be the inspiration behind most of the fantasies you post about. content warnings: coworkers-to-lovers, mutual pining, idiots in love, forced proximity, there was only bed trope, explicit smut, phone sex, bondage, impact play, degradation, use of slut and whore, D/s, subspace, aftercare

chapters: one two three four five epilogue

chapter one: live 3/31 at 7 p.m. PST

what do you mean elon musk did a nazi salute on live tv at the united states presidential inauguration twice and is now erasing the evidence off the internet by replacing the footage with the crowd cheering instead?

would be a shame if people reblogged this, wouldn’t it?

I'm imagining something like this- Hear. Me. Out.

After the war, you left to America to finish your studies there and you became a hero.

Years later, you return to a UA reunion, meeting all your old friends

And when Bakugou sees you, he just questions his entire life, he's about to get married, move in with what he thought was the love of his life, but of course you had to come back, as well as those... those feelings! He never got the chance to say goodbye, to proper mourn the lost of touch with you, and he just thought the crush he had just... died.

But of course not, you had to return and... change everything, like you always did.

So now he was just having an identity crisis, asking himself if he wants to get married or... or not.

He can't just throw everything he built now, no, he can't. So he decides to have a talk with you, give his... enormous crush of you a proper funeral and even bury it, but when you told him you felt the same way he just-

Cut to next morning, you sleeping on his arms, and he just stares at the ceiling recalling everything that happened yesterday. Oh god. He's so screwed

the extended version ;D

We haven’t had bread for days… The war on Gaza continues, the blockade is suffocating us, and bakeries have completely shut down. The situation is beyond tragic—children, families, everyone is starving. We need every voice, every bit of support, every share to make the world hear our cry. Please don’t ignore our suffering.

i like to imagine Izuku peaking over your shoulder while your on your laptop one day to find that you are playing the sims. He would wonder when you started playing since you never mentioned any interest in playing computer games like he occasionally does. Izuku spots two avatars that look very eerily like the both of you.

“Is that us Baby?” He asks innocently. The man notices the rise in your shoulders as if you were caught doing something scandalous.

“Yes?” You answered meekly. Hoping he doesn’t notice all the green haired children running around the house that you spent three hours building.

He does.

“Six huh?” He’s cocky now, his breath fanning down your warm neck.

“Let me live I just want to know what they would look like.”

Izuku hums and places a warm kiss on your cheek. He leans back up and heads towards the front door on his way to an appointment.

“I’m thinking eight, not six.”