Not Feminist As In "women Should Be Included In The Draft" But Feminist As In "being Drafted Is A Violation

Shigaraki in a suit with his hair tied up- 😩

husband! satoru who helps you get ready for date night instead of just waiting around or rushing you.

husband! satoru who learnt how to do your hair exactly how you liked, taking care not to pull on it too hard and delicately running his sleek fingers through each strand to place them perfectly.

husband! satoru who couldn't help but admire the way you put on the little lines and colours on your face that you insist makes you more prettier. he thinks you look mesmerising with or without.

husband! satoru who pulls you onto his lap to help you with the remaining touches while telling you how perfect you are over and over and over, until you believe it and then once more.

husband! satoru who has no problem with whichever dress you choose, no matter how revealing because he can fight and will win.

husband! satoru who helps zip up your attire but not without running his hands sensually on your back while whispering sweet nothings and 'i love you's into your ear.

husband! satoru who takes you to see the wonders of the world while he stares in awe at the wonder in his world — you.

Bold of you to assume I only fuck it up on my days off.

I'm a pro at screwing my sleep schedule.

My sleep schedule is a dirty hoe.

reblog to bite your mutuals

sebastian and frog animation!!! since i'm going into animation for uni soon, i thought i'd post an animation for once bsdjsjd

since this is a gif, it's a little lighter than my actual colours? so might have to go to my instagram to see the real colours lmao

A Bad Day Interrupted

A bad day, just like so many others lately. No matter how you tried, moments of actual contentment and joy never seemed to last quite long enough to be a mental break from everything. You have been severely depressed for little over a month, but it seems like you finally ran out of tears. Good, you hated making people worry about you.

Looking at the time on your phone, you are disappointed it isn't time to go home. Work isn't bad; the work is easily completed in time and you work with the nicest people you know. However, it is exhausting to consciously keep up the charade of being happy.

You are concerned for yourself. Nothing had happened, you just awoke one day and just been depressed since. On top of that, you are also anxious and self-abusing. Not physically, though the gnawing in your stomach reminds you that you are not eating as much as you probably should.

A lot of the abuse is mental; the thoughts in your head ripping you down to the lowest level of self-deprecation you have ever been. Words are weapons and they are inflicting so much pain.

You look at your phone as it buzzes. A message from your boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife/whomever. Upon opening, it is a small video clip of a panda cub sitting on a rock. It sneezes so hard it topples over and you can't help but chuckle, smiling a genuine smile for the first time all day.

They knew you were going through personal issues and were helping you look for a good therapist. Everday, they would find ways to show thier love in addition to texts and saying so. You feel guilty but accepted the extra affection, reciprocating the affection as best as you could.

One day at a time, with the love of your life making sure you make it through.

Because you would and have done the same for them.

I feel like talking a bit today! Don't worry, it's not one of my venting depression rants.

I want to talk music.

I absolutely love music, and I firmly believe it is because of my mom. Three of my earliest memories are of music, and one of them is my mom singing "You Give Love a Bad Name" by Bon Jovi.

My other memory of music involves one of those old stereo systems of the late 1990s blaring "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath. This one is odd because I do not remember exactly who was playing the music.

My third music memory was with my brothers E and C. I can't remember the song, but it was by Snoop Dogg.

Music, as you can tell, is rooted deep in my core memories.

"When you want to take their books away, they're children. When you want them to work, they're adults."

"When you want to take their books away, they're children. When you want them to work, they're adults." -/u/xFurorCelticax/ on /r/LateStageCapitalismhttps://www.reddit.com/r/LateStageCapitalism/comments/194g10g/when_you_want_to_take_their_books_away_theyre/