I think people have talked at length about the fact that bnha ended up basically being super pro-cop and delivered nothing on its narrative critiquing hero society. but one thing I haven't seen commentary on yet is how bizarre the narrative on abuse is. bnha is a series where abusive father figures (e.g. endeavor, overhaul, shigaraki's father) and neglectful parents (e.g. toga's family) have been the origin for marginalization of children and, in the cases of the league, their eventual descent into actual crime and villainy. yet the single most prominent abusive father figure of the series (endeavor) got a redemption arc, while the second-most prominent abusive father (overhaul) got to survive. yet the children who suffered abuse (toga, shigaraki, touya) were not worthy of redemption nor even survival. it has very bleak implications on who gets a second chance in life and who doesn't. this is possibly the worst narrative on childhood abuse I have ever consumed btw lol
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mornings or evenings?
coffee or tea?
cookies or cake?
chocolate or sweet?
new year’s or halloween?
video games or tv?
instagram or tik tok?
rock or pop music?
youtube or netflix?
doughnuts or waffles?
blue or pink?
dogs or cats?
moths or butterflies?
beach or mountains?
rain or wind?
winter or summer?
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ugh my god, stupid frat boy gojo that turns out to be nothing like he seems.
yes, he's always at parties and being loud and reckless, but you take a swig of his jack and coke and only get the coke—because he really doesn't like the taste of alcohol that much.
yes, he's dating a new girl once a week and being fawned over constantly and hitting on everyone he sees, but his pick-up lines actually suck ??? and all the partners he moves on from all kind of say the same thing, that he never stops talking and is actually kind of weird ?? the sex isn't good or bad because there's no sex, at all.
and he's also much smarter than he looks and actually studies a lot in the library late at night and is a better tutor in physics than you could ever expected.
just as annoying as you figured, though.
i am so fucking tired. and i don’t want to go to sleep. fuck this i’m done
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summary: akaashi bought you a cat but now all he wants is to respectfully yeet it.
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AKAASHI was torn. on one hand, he wanted to melt at just how adorable you looked. on the other he wanted to physically throw the small, black cat you carefully held to your chest. he silently fumed as you purred at the cat, slathering its face with small, feather-light kisses. those were supposed to be his kisses and his kisses alone.
you had been dating for a while now—hitting the hearty 6 years in one month. and it was a big step, the mere act of raising a pet together. nourishing it and loving it as if it were your own child. though, akaashi couldn’t help but feel envious of the feline who nuzzled its furry head into your chin. you gave the cat a smile, mewling soft words of love into its ear, scratching its head.
“that’s a good kitty, who’s mommy’s favourite.”
akaashi stilled.
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i took the color quiz and i got grey/black damn ig i’m cooler than i thought 😎
kuroo + “are you trying to seduce me into healthier sleeping patterns?” for @therescrackinmytea <3 thank you for requesting this! this shit was so funny to write, i hope you love it babe!!
“hey!” kuroo shouts, cradling his hand to his chest rather dramatically. “did you just bite my finger?”
you turn back to your laptop with a satisfied smirk. “i asked you to stop poking me— nicely. you didn’t. play stupid games, win stupid prizes.”
your husband groans loudly, dropping his forehead onto the edge of the table. “but aren’t three warnings customary before punishment?”
“for children, maybe,” you hum distractedly. “not adult men who are trying to distract me from this spreadsheet.”
you pause, briefly glancing up at him, brow raised. “and don’t pretend you didn’t like it.”
“biting is for the bedroom only. which is where we should be because i’m tired,” he whines, turning his head so his cheek is smushed against the table. “it’s almost midnight and we both have work in the morning.”
you check your notes before filling in another column. “you know where the bedroom is.”
“come with me,” he begs, dragging himself up off the table and walking around to where you’re seated, wrapping his arms around your waist and nudging his face into your neck. “you’ve been working late the past two nights. you need to sleep.”
“i can’t,” you sigh for the dozenth time tonight. “i need to finish this first.”
“you’d rather fill in spreadsheets than turn in with your sweet, sweet, husband?” you feel him pout against your skin. “i think that’s grounds for divorce.”
you roll your eyes, turning your head a little to press a little kiss to his cheek. “husbands are replaceable. jobs are forever.”
that just makes him whine louder, pulling away to walk to the opposite end of the table. “okay, you’ve left me no choice. it’s time to bring out the big guns.”
“tetsu, if you take your shirt off—”
you scrunch your nose when his shirt hits you in the face, falling into your lap.
against your better judgement, you sneak a glance at him. he’s standing shirtless and cross-armed, putting toned biceps and abs on display, staring straight at you. “for every minute you don’t come to bed, i’m removing one article of clothing.”
“you only have two other things on,” you point out, using your pen to gesture to the plaid pyjama pants.
“then i guess you only have two minutes.”
you shake your head a little, trying your best to focus on the numbers on your laptop screen. “are you seriously trying to seduce me into healthier sleeping patterns?”
he shrugs, sending you a sly grin. “is it working?”
it was, admittedly. late nights at work or doing work had carved into a considerable amount of alone time with kuroo. lately, the two of you had been so tired that you’d knock right out as soon as your heads hit the pillows, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t missed your late night chats in bed.
he also looked really good. had he been—
“and before you ask, yes, i’ve been going to the gym with akaashi. guy’s got a solid routine.”
well, you certainly couldn’t argue with that.
so you close your laptop, stretching a bit before pushing out of your chair and shuffling over to his side. “okay, fine, you win this time.”
“it never fails,” kuroo just laughs, throwing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you in to plant a kiss on your forehead. “i swear, it’s like you only married me for my body or something. which i’m totally okay with, by the way.”
“of course,” you scoff, playfully pinching his side. “because when i get fired and we can’t pay bills, we’re going to have to sell your body to put food on our table.”
“hey, i’d be an amazing prostitute. want me to prove it?”
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sunarin + hiding their face in the other's neck 🙇♀️
you told him you didn't want to watch this movie. "but it'll be fine," he said. "you know it's fake blood, don't you?"
fake blood or not, the movie's 'killer' hopping out of the shadows was enough for you to hug rintaro against your chest, torso fully turned toward him instead of the tv. you clenched your jaw, heart racing, as you curled into his chest which, suspiciously...
"were you waiting for me to get scared?" you gasp.
you earned yourself a side-eye from your boyfriend. the very same boyfriend whose arm wrapped around you the second you shuffled closer, who rolled his shoulders until you leaned your head against him.
guilty is what that looks like to you, and his unwillingness to admit it convinces you.
"you were," you pressed, jabbing him in the side with your elbow. "you're so mean; scaring me just so i'd cuddle you."
"you're missing the movie," he complains half-heartedly, but he's already turning toward you to poke your nose. "and you're not that scared."
"i'm plenty scared."
"yeah? prove it then."
as if on queue, a character in the movie screams and you gasp again; this time, it's not to tease rintaro, but because your stomach jumps into your throat and you jump into your boyfriend's lap.
breathlessly, you swat at him. he dodges, because of course he does. "you planned this."
with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, now, rintaro buries his face in your neck, and you feel a smile against your skin. "yes i did."
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