It’s A New Day

this is Finger Gun Kelly. he only appears on your dash once in a blue moon. reblog for good luck.

mike to steve: yeah no dude everyone thinks eddie is hot its not like ... a gay thing

on the down low — s. tendou

NSFW warning below the cut

content: nsfw/smut, fem!reader, friends with benefits, clothed sex, morning sex, don’t get caught word count: 1813

you share a dirty little secret with your host family’s son

─── ･ ｡ﾟ✹ ✧ °⋅ ───

At this rate, you were going to be late for school. Wouldn’t that look great; the one foreign exchange student in your homeroom stumbling into class long after the bell, out of breath with her hair mussed up and skirt wrinkled. You could only pray that no one on the school board would choose to call up your host family and tell them that not only was the exchange student they were housing tardy this morning, but their son was as well.

 You couldn’t exactly blame Tendou for initiating this at such an unusual time. He saw an opportunity, and he pounced on it, simple as that. With his mother out of town and his father already gone for an early morning business meeting, you honestly weren’t even surprised that he spent the morning spouting off flirtatious comments; only that it led to this.

“You’re not gonna have time for breakfast,” you panted down at him.

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Cillian Murphy 🔥 📷 by Mert & Marcus for Versace Icons 2024

touya todoroki embodied the profound eldest daughter pain in every single way. the vigilance of not giving in to the love you’re finally offered too late because it feels like a betrayal to the pain your younger self has felt and carried forever…..vs the screaming, wailing, childlike ache at the mere thought that the ones you always begged for attention have finally looked your way, and the misery it took to get there…..the mental image of the child you were when you finally broke, recognizing that that part of you has never really gone away……and then his final scene…the guilt of leaving your innocent younger sibling behind in all the terror so that you can seek out what YOU need, likely to their detriment….the pain of knowing you harbored hatred toward them because they were beloved when you were not….and coming to understand that they, too, suffered, even if it didn’t look the same, and that now you’ve contributed to that suffering, and what does that make you?…..god i will never ever ever recover from him. he carried too much, too long, just like all of us.

soulmates<33

like if you save

Kidnapper: We have your friend.

Dabi: ...

Kidnapper: I said we have your–

Dabi: Yeah, I heard you. You have Y/n. You’re calling me from the basement of a club on the Boardwalk called the ‘Lucky Cat’ and I can tell you your date of birth, social security number, and bank account PINs right now. Are you sure you’d like to play this game?

Kidnapper: Wh–

Dabi: Oh, and by the way, you are gravely mistaken. You don’t have her. She has you.

Kidnapper: *incoherent screaming*

Dabi: Heh. That’s my girl.

I like

Big boys

Itty bitty boys

Mississippi boys

Inner city boys

I like the pretty boys

With the bow tie

Get your nails did, let it blow dry

I like the big beard

I like a clean face

I don’t discriminate, come and get a taste

From the playboys

To the gay boys

Go and slay boys, you my fave boys

Inspired by this post

i got you.

plot: you’ve had enough of the party lifestyle and you finally decide to say something.

A/N: was uninspired but i really wanted to post. let me know what you think :) ps: this is v soft (again ahh)

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