Timeskip!kuroo Forces Himself To Like Coffee Because Everyone At His Office Drinks It, But He Actually

this.

Kenman is such an underrated friendship (and just ship in general), they have so much chemistry and are stated multiple times to be sbf's like Stan and Kyle yet people always make Kenny hate Cartman in their content and it just comes across so ooc. They literally have matching bff necklaces and Kenny consistently joins Cartman in being a shithead and laughing at stuff he does, yet the fandom tries to overly moralize Kenny when he's an asshole too. And don't even get me started on how much they sanitize Butters 😭 All three of them are dicks

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i need actual good sapphic content.

books. shows. movies. songs. there's a world wdie shortage of sapphic cotent. as someone going through an identity crises, i'd love to just sit down and read a riveting sapphic book that isn't sexualized or almost forbidden.

My teacher: “What’s better: the book or the movie?”

Me: “THE FANFICTION”

guys! i wrote this like a year ago and its just been sitting in my notes app since. im most likely not adding anything to it or making a part two but enjoy!!

i’m running, fast, i can’t tell who’s chasing me. all i know is i’m scared. it’s pitch black, i’m on the streets, i couldn’t see my hands in front of me if i tried. i don’t know where i am, the road i’m on seems unfamiliar. 

i keep running. trying to find my way back. to where is unknown. i’m breathing heavily, my heart is booming in my ears, i can feel my head thumping along with it.

i’m sweating profusely. my hair is stuck to my skin. as i’m running i see something now. a light? it seems far away. the closer i am the bigger it gets. 

i finally get to it. it’s a portal? a door? i’ve stopped running. i’m just standing there; suspiciously staring at the light. everything that surrounds it is still completely dark. 

i’m about to step closer until i see a hand emerge from the light. i hear myself gasp. the hand is wrinkly, and grey, it looks like it’s connected to a being that just crawled out of the gates of hell. the fingers were long and the fingernails looked like they could pierce through iron.

i quickly come out of my daze and try to step away, i successfully take a couple more steps back. i’m still facing the hand careful not to take my eyes off of it, scared that it might get closer and snatch me the second i let my guard down.

as i step back i run into a body. it grabs me, i scream as loud as i can, worried for my life.

there’s a pressure on my wrist. my head snaps towards the feeling. goosebumps creep up my arm. the blood drains from my face. 

there is a hand gripping my carpus. it’s a grey colour. the fingers are long and bony. the yellow tinted fingernails couldn’t even be called nails; more like claws. 

i look back to where the portal is supposed to be. i see an oval-like shape forming in the portal. the oval molds into a more defined shape. it appears to be a face but doesn’t look human. 

the white light only gets brighter and i can hear a loud ringing sound, but not like the kind that you get in your ear at random times. more like that high-pitched tone you hear when you get close to the television. or a steaming tea kettle.

the hand that came from the portal earlier is now an arm. the hand is wrapped around the edge of the light source. 

the grip on my wrist gets stronger and i start to wince at the pressure. the contrast of the warmth of my skin and the unwelcoming icy grasp is intense.

that wretched thing is still making its way out of the gate, slowly, as if building suspension. 

the head tilts to the right, and i see its eyes, or where its eyes are supposed to be. instead of the whites, irises and pupils i was expecting, there were two dents where eyes are usually located on humans- almost like craters. there was just two holes in the shape of nostrils in the middle of its face. there are no lips on the creature. you can only see the rows of sharp teeth. its skin is grey and the thing is clearly tall- at least seven feet. its hair is long and jet black, it’s matted down. 

the creature behind me has taken ahold of my other arm while i was observing the thing. it has both of my hands behind my back, its slender fingers holding both of my wrists together with inhumane strength.

I love how ML fandom counts Félix and Amelie being British as the biggest proof they are evil

i remember this fic every once in a while then can never find it lol

A Dream Come True: Shigaraki x Dabi x Reader part 1/2

So my friend wrote this fic but she didn’t have anywhere to post it so we decided to share it here! All creds go to her 🤪

I’ll post part 2 tomorrow, which is when it gets spicyyyy

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No doubt in my mind that Castiel is the cat that hit the chair. Gabriel is the cat that went under the couch; checking on the person from afar. Balthazar just ran away.

Gif belongs to @gifak

“i flip the pillow over to get the cold side” ok well some of us are chronically sad and we have to flip the pillow over to get the side that’s not wet

im in love with this awhh

Slumber Party 🌙🎮

The Unspoken Language

word count: 900+

warnings: angst if u squint

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Bokuto Kotarou and Akaashi Keiji have been teammates and best friends for years. They have always been in sync, both on and off the court. But little did they know that their unspoken language would lead them to a whole new level of understanding and intimacy.

It all started when they were on a training camp in a remote location. Their team had just finished a grueling practice session, and everyone was exhausted. Bokuto was lying on the grass, staring at the sky, and Akaashi was sitting next to him, observing him quietly.

"Hey, Akaashi," Bokuto said suddenly, breaking the silence.

"Yes, Bokuto-san?" Akaashi replied, turning his head to look at him.

"Do you ever feel like there's something missing in your life?" Bokuto asked, a hint of sadness in his voice.

Akaashi was taken aback by the sudden change in Bokuto's tone. He had never heard him sound so vulnerable before. He sat up and looked at Bokuto with concern.

"What do you mean, Bokuto-san?" Akaashi asked gently.

Bokuto sat up as well and looked at Akaashi with a pensive expression.

"I don't know... sometimes I just feel like I'm not good enough. Like I'm not living up to my full potential," Bokuto said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Akaashi could feel his heart ache at the sight of Bokuto's vulnerability. He had always admired Bokuto's boundless energy and enthusiasm, but he had never realized that he could also feel lost and insecure.

"Bokuto-san, you are one of the most talented and passionate players I know. You inspire me every day," Akaashi said, placing a hand on Bokuto's shoulder.

Bokuto looked at Akaashi and smiled weakly.

"Thanks, Akaashi. You always know the right thing to say," Bokuto said, his voice still tinged with sadness.

Akaashi knew that words alone couldn't soothe Bokuto's doubts and insecurities. He decided to do something that he had never done before - he leaned in and pressed his lips against Bokuto's.

Bokuto was taken aback by the sudden gesture, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he closed his eyes and let Akaashi's lips explore his own. It was a gentle and tentative kiss, but it was enough to convey everything that they had been feeling but couldn't put into words.

When they finally pulled away, they looked at each other with a mix of surprise and wonder.

"I... I didn't know you felt that way, Akaashi," Bokuto said, his eyes wide open.

Akaashi smiled softly.

"I didn't know either, Bokuto-san. But I know that I care about you deeply, and I want to be there for you," Akaashi said, his hand still resting on Bokuto's shoulder.

Bokuto looked at Akaashi with a newfound appreciation and affection. He realized that he had been blind to Akaashi's feelings all these years, too caught up in his own struggles and aspirations. But now, with this unspoken language between them, he felt a deeper connection and understanding with Akaashi than he had ever felt before.

From that day on, Bokuto and Akaashi's relationship took on a new dimension. They continued to be best friends and teammates, but now there was a subtle undercurrent of intimacy and affection between them. They didn't talk about what had happened between them, but they didn't need to - their unspoken language said it all.

During matches, Bokuto would catch Akaashi's eye and give him a small smile, and Akaashi would nod back, his eyes sparkling with pride and admiration. They would celebrate their victories together, their bodies pressed close, feeling the heat and energy of each other's presence.

Outside of volleyball, they would spend more time together, going on walks, watching movies, and just talking about anything and everything. Bokuto would sometimes touch Akaashi's hand or arm, and Akaashi would lean in a little closer, relishing the warmth and comfort of Bokuto's touch.

But their newfound intimacy also brought its own set of challenges. They had to keep their feelings a secret from their teammates and friends, afraid of how they would be perceived and judged. They had to navigate the complicated dynamics of their relationship, unsure of where the boundaries lay and what they could and couldn't do.

Despite these challenges, Bokuto and Akaashi persevered, their unspoken language guiding them through the ups and downs of their journey. They knew that they had something special and rare, and they were willing to fight for it, no matter what.

One day, after a particularly intense match, Bokuto and Akaashi found themselves alone in the locker room. Bokuto was taking off his sweaty jersey, and Akaashi was packing up his bag. They were both tired and sore, but they couldn't help but feel a sense of euphoria and exhilaration after their victory.

Bokuto turned to Akaashi and grinned.

"We did it, Akaashi! We won!"

Akaashi smiled back, his eyes shining with pride.

"Yes, Bokuto-san. We make a great team."

Bokuto walked over to Akaashi and put his hand on his cheek, stroking it gently.

"A great team, and a great couple," Bokuto said, his voice soft and tender.

Akaashi's eyes widened in surprise and delight.

"Bokuto-san..." Akaashi whispered.

Bokuto leaned in and kissed Akaashi, this time with more passion and urgency than before. Akaashi responded eagerly, his hands reaching up to tangle in Bokuto's hair.

As they kissed, they knew that their unspoken language had finally found its voice, and that they were destined to be together, on and off the court, forever.

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Hi!! i had chat gpt write this and i couldn’t not share it so here y’all go lmao!