Reblog If You’ve Read Fanfictions That Are More Professional, Better Written Than Some Actual Novels.

“What?! How did you dodge that?!” “Because you said the name of the attack OUT LOUD!”

hellow merlin fans :3

I've been repeating this to myself a lot, thought it might help if you're also going through a hard time

It’s always either or

Bakugo: What the hell happened to you?

Izuku, soaked and disheveled: See that open manhole that leads to the sewer?

Bakuho: Yeah?

Izuku: Well, I didn’t.

Fooooooooooor why? Your blog is simply fascinating

You vill never get rid of moia

but i can, and i shall

Two of my OC's preparing for a date

Eli had been anticipating the date all week. Keith had asked him out six days ago exactly, and tonight was the night. Eli had been trying for hours to find the right outfit. He currently wore a band t-shirt, and jeans he had gotten on a trip to the mall a few weeks ago. Eli was standing in front of the mirror, judging the look. The jeans made his ass look fantastic, plump and juicy, perfect. The shirt though, Eli frowned. It made him look like a twelve year old boy. Eli slipped out of the shirt and glanced at the mirror again. He blushed bright red. There were hickeys trailing all the way down to his belly button. Keith had made them, the day he asked Eli out on a date. Keith had gently slipped on Eli’s shirt, holding Eli’s face in his hands and kissed him until he was breathless. Keith trailed kisses down his neck, sucking the skin and invoking delicate and hesitant sounds out of Eli. They hadn’t gotten far, and then Keith asked him out on a date, “To do this properly,” he said.

by frl_chrisuellers_sichtweise

Wicked speaks to millions because it tells an age old tale.

Two unrealized lesbians fighting over the gay theater boy who ain't shit.

there is always some fucking laundry and dust and some other shit