I'm really just here late at night thinking about how the Forgers have all these really cute matching outfits but realistically speaking it has to be Loid who picsk them all and now I'm really just lying here in bed thinking about how this not-a-real-dad is taking the time to pick out matching outfits for his not-a-real-family and probably taking care to make sure the outfits are cute but still comfy for Anya and also stylish for Yor and thinking how his family would probably look so cute normal in them all the while telling himself its for the mission and not because he loves these girls and the home theyve made and please help me im a mess

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i keep going back to this thought of like adult, pro-hero, brick-wall-of-a-man bakugou still being just so insecure. like he works hard for his body and he's not stupid, he knows that it's strong and is what it needs to be for his line of work, for being a pro, for protecting those that he loves—but he's always had an issue with...people.

yeah, as an older man, that's fallen away some and he's learned to let go of all the little battles he wants to start, how to ignore challenges that aren't there, but he's still bakugou, and people have this perception of him and his personality and attitude and he knows it's not unfounded, but...what good is there to say about him, really? that he's got a fit body? big fucking whoop.

a hot body isn't what's gonna keep you around.

and it's frustrating, because you smile at him and laugh at the shitty things he says and you forgive him, even when he can't apologize, and you understand the space he just needs sometimes. there are days when he wants to sleep alone because he'd done it all of his life, until you came around, and there are days he doesn't want to speak—to you or anybody—because every little thing is grating on his nerves, there are days when he wants to get out of the house and fuck off to hike, somewhere far without cell service, and only come back once he's sweaty and tired and in need of a shower.

and that's—he's not stupid. who wants to put up with that? him, and all that he entails? all you have to just accept, because he doesn't know how to change it.

it's not as if he doesn't want to spend time with you; some days that's all he wants. your attention, your touch, your little affections, your approval. a reminder that you do still love him, even after everything, and yeah, you say it every night and every morning and before you hang up the phone, but—what about all the times in between? even when he wants to be alone, he still thinks about you, too much maybe, for how much space he's willingly created for himself.

the face you make when you eat something too soon from the oven or when you pretend not to cry at some stupid movie. the shirt you wore last thursday and how well the color looked against your skin. how warm you are first thing in the morning, when he rolls over to make sure you're still there. what you smell like right out of the shower—do you smell like him, on the days you wear his shirts out of the house? does it make you think about him, too, all day? do you even like the way he smells or the way he dresses? how he cuts his hair or the shoes he wears on casual days, when he doesn't have to go work and he's not having dinner with his witch of a mother?

you're...attracted to him. right? gotta be, because if you aren't then all you have is his personality and that—there's just no fucking way. you've gotta be, because you kiss him and touch him and bother him in the shower and sometimes he looks at you across the table and you're giving him this look that drives him fucking crazy and—he's just bad at asking for things, for anything. 'specially for you.

sometimes you make him feel like a virgin fucking schoolboy, that doesn't know how to touch or be touched and so he does petty shit, little things that are supposed to drive you crazy, too. not like he really knows for sure, because the minute you look too long when he's shirtless, he wants to launch his own embarrassing ass off a cliff. he'll never admit to it, but yeah, he eats strawberries that way on purpose, messy while watching you, and he stands at the edge of your bed in a low-slung towel until he's nearly dry, just furthering some mindless conversation so that you'll stay awake and looking at him. when he's at the gym, he'll send a snapchat he took way too long posing for, just to respond with a "yeah", or he'll pretend he doesn't know why it's a big deal that he decided to forgo boxer briefs under his sweatpants.

bakugou wants to be wanted, but he doesn't know how to make himself worth wanting, and doesn't know how to ask either—but he's learning; placing his face between your shoulderblades when he wants you to turn to him in bed, resting his forehead on your knee when he's sorry and can't say why, drawing a heart on a sticky note, quick and shitty, before he has time to get embarrassed, nipping at the skin under your earlobe when he wants you, the blush on his cheeks probably searing into the skin of your neck.

insecure but trying, trusting. isn't that what love is anyway?

while i'm excited as fuck for spy x family's anime adaptation next year, this is the only scene i care about that they better not mess up

this scene honestly means so much to me. it shows that despite how much loid tries to keep his cool, he wants to prioritize the mission. he desperately wants to, but the second that anya cries? the moment that she shed a single tear because she was forced to remember something she probably didn't want to, because of something that someone said? that made loid snap and he was out for blood

there is no competition on who the best man is. it’s him. don’t fight me on this, it’s him—

YES YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT ANYA

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Imagining a timeline where the United States didn’t force Russia into its current political system via post-USSR shock therapy, kept NATO membership at its original size, reduced our European troop presence after the end of the Cold War, eliminated the UN Security Council veto that lets us and Russia block whatever we want, and decarbonized our economy to end reliance on foreign oil imports

that went hella left

It’s gotta be super easy to find pictures of Ukrainian soldiers who aren’t wearing neo-nazi patches and yet official accounts for NATO and the Ukrainian government keep posting pictures of soldiers wearing Neo-Nazi patches.

Frankly I think we’re past the point where these can be dismissed as isolated accidents.

listen man...

post time skip Atsumu, would truly be the best boyfriend. he would tell the cheesiest jokes that you told him ONE TIME that you like. He'd learn how to make your favorite onigiri from Osamu. (Cause no way in hell, is gonna be bested by his brother. He doesn't want Osamu to think he has even the slightest chance with you.)

Atsumu would take the cutest, most endearing photos of you, and no he doesn't post them. But he does keep them as his home and lock screen. He has memorized every outfit you wear for sunny days, rainy days, and overcast days. Crop-tops, and shorts with fishnet tights, and tennishoes, or a sundress, for warm, sunny days. one of his hoodies or his volleyball track jacket, and one of his long sleeve shirts, and sweatpants or jeans, and doc martens for rainy days. Cardigans and baseball sleeve shirts, fleece lined leggings or cargo pants, and converses on overcast days.

He always makes sure there's leftovers in the fridge for you, and he always wakes up first to bring you your favorite coffee or tea, in bed. He wears one of your necklaces, or hair ties, to keep a piece of you on him. And the only reason he hasn't gotten rid of his Inarizaki jacket, is cause you and his mom insisted he keep it, and now you wear it around the house, often.

Atsumu can't sleep, unless you fall asleep first, with your head on his chest. That way he knows you're safe with him. He buys your favorite flowers, weekly. He always leaves sticky notes, about how much you mean to him, how lovely you look that day, or how your presence always brightens up his day, how much he loves & adores you, etc.. on your bag, or on your vanity mirror, or on your favorite coffee mug, or on the back of your phone. etc..

Atsumu takes you out on beach picnics and long rides in his car, with no destination. He's memorized all your favorite love songs, and has added them all to his playlist.

He's really the best boyfriend.

You know that trope where two people in modern/ordinary world go to a museum and get mesmerized by a painting of some ancient heroes couple that look exactly like them and then meet each others eyes?

I yell every time

when ur trying to focus on battle reflection and growth, but all you can think about is girlie