I Think Momo Is Loser Sexual

Nothing reassures me that my boyfriend loves me more than when he wants me there while he's in full Lizard Mode - sleepy, already asleep, headache, sick, anything that's got your brain running on skeleton crew, wholly focused on survival and comfort. Nothing matters except being in a dark, quiet place, horizontal, and comfy. Communicating in eepy grumbles. Expressing distaste that I am not cuddled up to him. Letting me know when he wants to be the little spoon. He doesn't have the processing power for contemplating people pleasing, he just wants me there because having me there is genuinely preferable to not having me there.

Poor man functioning on one brain cell and he'll use it to grab my ass just to make sure that it's still there.

i had a dream that instead of cocaine bear they made a movie called meth horse

i know she was actually nice to them but this wouldn't leave my head until i made it

This healed something in me 💕

lost novelty

At the time, Toshinori assumed Hawks was meant to be his replacement. For the day when he inevitably retired. He hadn’t liked Hawks much, though he’d remained friendly with him, as he did with everyone. It was just that— Hawks didn’t seem real. He was more a social experiment than a Pro Hero—more a science project than a person. But now, looking at the kid behind the flagrant icon—the twenty-something guy who has put his life on the line countless times in the past few months, who fought until he couldn’t, who continued marching forward even after losing his quirk— It’s like being shown a mirror.

after the war, toshinori and hawks talk

❤️‍🩹 4k words || all might & hawks ❤️‍🩹 read on ao3

Tumblr is odd because you’ll see a mutual post something really profound like “the birds still sing for those who listen” and you see them 5 minutes later saying something like “need to be pegged.grilled cheese style”

Reblogging this as I eat salt&vinegar chips while plotting to ruin someone I haven’t spoken to in 2+ years.

As an alternative to 'sugar, spice, and everything nice'

I present: 'salt, vinegar, and everything sinister'

Mantra.