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OKAY HEAR ME OUT! tear in my heartfrom twenty one Pilots as the perspective of bakugo!

(BKDK!!!)

"s(He's) the tear in my heart"

YK??? CUSS HE LITREALY DIED FOR HIM??? AND HIS HEART WAS CUT!

"s(He) fell alseep in my car, i drove the whole time"

BAKUGO DRIVES IZUKU AROUND HC PSLLLL!!!!!

LIKE THIS WHOLE SONG COULD BE JUST ONE BIG BAKUGO YEARNING FOR IZUKU EDIT.

"sometimes you got to bleed to know that you're alive and have a soul, but it takes someone to come around and show you how"

PLS!!! LISTEN TO ME!!!! (I say as i get dragged off to a insane asylum) Bakugo always had that fighting spirit but it took izuku to show him how grow as a person!

AND ESPECIALY FROM 2.10 IN THE SONG IR COULD BE DURING LIKE HIS FIGHT AGAINS SHIGARAKI OF AFO!!! LIKE THE BEAT GOES INSANE AND YET HAS THIS ALMOST MAGICAL FEELING!!!

Jayvik enjoying their interdimensional honeymoon

"There's beauty in imperfections"

I just want to be loved the way Jayce loves, c'mon universe

Love me like a boy

Love me, love me like a boy

Not like a girl, but like a boy

Please love me as what I am

Not what I look like

Let me kiss your scars.

I know it won't fix or erase the pain that caused them, but maybe, if only for a moment, it will make you forget.

Maybe, if only occasionally, you will see those scars and remember how much you are loved rather than the hatred and fear that put them there.

Let me kiss your scars.

Let me kiss your stretch marks.

Let me kiss all the things you hate most about yourself.

Let me make you feel as beautiful and precious as you are in my eyes.

I know I can't erase how the world has hurt you, but maybe, if only for a moment, it won't hurt quite as much.

Please kiss my scars.

My skin is a mosaic of scar tissue, all from my own choices, many from mistakes.

Please kiss my scars.

It won't erase the pain that put them there, but maybe, if only for a moment, looking at them won't hurt quite so much.

Please kiss my scars.

Make me feel as beautiful as you say I am.

I WANNA BE SOMEONES BOYFRIEND I WANT A BOYFRIEND I WANNA BE IN AN MLM RELATIONSHIP I WANNA BE GAY I WANT SOMEONE TO SAY IM THEIR BOYFRIEND I WANT TO SAY I HAVE A BOYFRIEND 💔💔💔

Wow, imagine being able to pray to someone, spending all your time on someone as if that person were the only one who existed and a guide for you, as if they were a muse or actually a God... You become so interested that it becomes mutual, bordering on obsession, since you only seem to have each other when you meet... Reaching the climax of the relationship where that person gives you the privilege of letting you eat their flesh and drink their blood... I wish I could give my all to one person, to the point where they would literally let me eat them...

I wish someone would play with my face and squish it with their hand or fingers, and pet it like I was a dog, pls

anyone else cuddle a pillow and pretend that it’s another man just to remember that you’re actually really lonely?

We saw the Minecraft movie together and our arms touched and then he walked me to my car how soon do I buy the wedding rings?

Thought I was normal about this boy but then he replied to me with just "Thanks" and no little :) afterwards and now I kind of want to become a hermit and never speak again

Hi

I like boys <3

rainbows would never have become just an lgbt flag if you accepted us in the first place

Meet Miss Fortune

Race: High Half-Elf

Gender: Non-binary

Real name: ??? They’ll tell Astarion eventually

Birthday: Elesias 30

Class: Arcane trickster rogue

Background: Entertainer

Alignment: Chaotic neutral

Voice: 6

Scent: Sandalwood, vanilla, and jasmine

Favorite food: strawberries

(Accidental) aesthetic inspiration: When making Miss Fortune in Baldur’s Gate 3, the options limited me from perfectly matching the image in my head so I went for something as close as possible to my idea of a beautiful masculine-leaning person. It wasn’t until I showed my spouse and bff that they both pointed out I’d basically made half-elf Chris Motionless from Motionless in White. Oops? 😅

Backstory: Miss Fortune is one my favorite DnD characters I’ve ever played. They were a smart, sassy, and chaotic spy master who had a hand in every secret, scandal, and plot. They were the life of every party, their melodic laughter filling whatever room they were in. As a drag queen they trampled over gender norms and played a pivotal role in helping me realize that I am also non-binary - so Miss Fortune will always occupy a special place in my heart 💛🤍💜🖤. So of COURSE when I was making my first bg3 character I had to make them!

The Baldur’s Gate 3/fanfic version of Miss Fortune starts out significantly more traumatized. They grew up as a pretty bird in a bird cage with clipped wings until finally leaving their old life behind two moons (months) before getting abducted by mind flayers. “The Embrace of Love and Death” will reveal more specifics about their backstory as they get to know and trust Astarion. The parallels in Miss Fortune and Astarion’s backstories are completely coincidental! I knew nothing about Astarion going into the game, and when I created Miss Fortune I 💯 intended to romance everyone’s favorite muscle mama, Karlach. But Astarion landed a crit sneak attack on Miss Fortune’s (and my) heart and the rest was history.

Follow along with Miss Fortune’s story and healing journey with Astarion on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64221298?view_full_work=true

The door door to door salesman and the door knob door to door salesman ahould be required to have an oiled up testicular torsion-off to the death in my living room in order to fairly decide who gets to install the door into the frame (they keep the hinges and screws behind their little ears)

Markiplier in the reverse bear trap

no one gets it...and even if they did, the universe is keen on not making our paths cross. I wish to meet him, the him as crazy and angry and sad as me, he understands phone lines don't help with depression, he'll see people talk about SH and think he deserves it but he'll never do it since he's too scared, he bed rots all day, his bed has become his casket, his only sense of enjoyment is the media he consumes, he has soulless dead eyes and a nose comparable to gods, his eyes are auburn and hair dark curly but what is the point of being beautiful if people use that against you too? what is the point of being ugly if people use that against you too? he tries manifestation, witchcraft, subliminals, anything— to stop the voices in his head saying "this is all meaningless." because no one wants to hear that, no one wants to share pain, only joy. "who will share my pain with me?" he wonders. he is me. he is everything i am and everything I'm not. and I want to cling to his skin, not just mine. and I want to feel him inside me, not just my fingers. and I want to look into his eyes, not just from my mirror. Voglio vivere e morire con lui.....but he's just, not, there.

i love the fact that i use my 💚 in every annon space. whenever someone replies to my annon i heart it and repost it knowing damn well if they ever stumbled appon my acc they would know it’s me.

thinking about a certain acc coming into my dms and saying “so it’s you who wants me this badly?” having them quote me and send me screenshots of what i was saying in annon just to tease me. uhnnnnn it’s so good pleaseeeeee 💚💚💚💚

I present to you my magnum opus: SpaceJam

The smell of his sweat lingered on my pillow last night and I found myself breathing it in until I could no longer find his scent.

its okay that you like being friends

and its okay that i got the wrong idea

but if you ever need help with your work

i would still be delighted to help

you began the game i told you about. i didnt even think you remembered it. i miss you

i haven't seen you the past couple days, i know our interactions are always brief--only lasting as long as the class we share at most--but i've missed you the past three days. i can't wait to make you blush tomorrow when i teasingly ask if you missed me. i know you must think i don't like you anymore because i've been quieter and such. i do still like you, and i hope you like me too.

hes picking out a book at the library and he writes on a lil notecard the book number and hes just thumbing thru the shelves trying to find his book and u see his eyes light up when he picks out the right one

anyways imagine laying down next to boy and u try to be quiet in case hes asleep and he kinda mumbles a little bit and you just kiss him on the head and he moves around and wraps his arms around you and falls back asleep and im

imagine he wakes up earlier than u and u see him sitting on da kitchen countertop with tea and looking at the sun rising and it reflects on his hair and makes it look like he has a halo and he doesnt know ur watching and u just

loving boys so much helps me love myself too because i just think of what a perfect boy i am oh dear

i simply wish to read old poetry to my bf while we’re both in nothing but our boxers, on a blanket in the grass, eating fresh peaches in the midday sunlight

i want to run my hands through his hair while he places a hand on my cheek and kisses me softly

idk what i want more: for me to fall asleep on his chest or for him to fall asleep on mine