Plate throwing traditions

(based on HWS chap 508, 459)

More chance for them to know each other better...🫶

(1) About tari piring 🇮🇩 (plate dance):

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(2) About 🇩🇰 New Year throwing plates tradition:

Filling requests, tried to keep it all in the same genera. But I did want to include a good mic of characters. (Also to the person who requested 'doin time' by sublime I hope you're alright that I went with Lana's version Canada sang it better, it was a better fit for his voice.)

MP3s on discord. All voices made by me Posting for entertainment only

Welcome Home - Sweden x Finland

Sweden - Berwald Finland - Timo

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Berwald took his time clearing the boxes away into a cupboard and was humming Timo's favourite song while he worked. It would be a couple hours before Timo would get in and he wanted his boyfriend to feel at home in their new house together.

Timo had a business trip and wasn't able to come to Sweden immediately but Berwald had promised it was fine and that he would do the unpacking.

It was weird to think about how in just a few years they had moved in together and soon would be starting the next chapter of their lives. He made his way into the living room. He dipped his hand into the box on the coffee table and pulled out something wrapped in newspaper. He slowly unwrapped it and his eyes went wide in recognition.

The object in his hands was so old. It was from when they had first started dating and Berwald had given Timo a small statuette of his favourite character. It had gotten broken but he could see where Timo had glued it back together, the spider-like lines that gave way to the hard effort of keeping it together.

Moving into the kitchen, Berwald decided that cooking Timo's favourite comfort foods would definitely help him settle in. It was a recipe that he had asked Timo's Mother for specifically.

By the time everything was laid out, a couple plates of food on the coffee table along with some wine, a car was heard pulling into the driveway. Berwald didn't know why he was so nervous. It's his fiance. It was silly to be so nervous.

Berwald paced as he waited for Timo to get in. Once he did, he greeted him warmly, a shared kiss and an offer to take his coat. They didn't have much furniture right now. They would get some though. Something they promised to do together another day.

He led Timo to the living room and sat down. "I-I got this from your mother and it's probably too much, we don't have a lot of furniture and, and if you don't like how the things are arranged I can mo-"

Berwald was cut off by a kiss to his cheek. A tender hand on his. "Ber, it's okay. We'll deal with it, for now I can't wait to tuck into this food," Timo responded in a soft but firm tone. He was looking at Berwald with such a tender look. Oh, that would be the death of him.

He pressed a kiss to Timo's cheek, a new sort of warmth enveloping him as he said, "Welcome home!"

i think the world doesn’t know what it really means to live in a theocratic dictatorship. Let me tell you about our experiences living in the islamic regime of iran.

1. Your parents were born to muslim parents so they’re automatically muslim. You’re automatically a muslim too. You didn’t choose your religion and you can’t opt out of it or you will be executed.

2. The compulsory hijab law makes you a criminal if you choose not to wear hijab even tho you didn’t choose to be a muslim and you don’t consider yourself a muslim but the regime has forced you into that role whether you like it or not. And when you ‘break that law’, they can do with you as they please.

3. little girls as young as 7 yrs old are forced to wear hijab at school even tho the islam itself says the age is 9. and all the schools are gender segregated so imagine how they force you to get used to hijab even when you’re just surrounded by other girls. And all day long at school they tell you horrible stories about what will happen to you in hell if someone sees even a strand of your hair.

4. the regime modifies all the textbooks, story books, cartoons and movies to represent the ideal woman with full on hijab. The iranian media is ordered to photoshop every photo of a woman that may be showing a little skin. And if they’re iranian, no hair is supposed to be seen or that will be photoshopped away. Women are mostly excluded from billboards and tv commercials.

5. imagine going to work or meeting up with a friend when suddenly the morality police kidnap you in broad daylight and force you into a van to take you to a station where they will treat you like a criminal and if you don’t agree to get humiliated and do as they say, they will put you in prison. And in case of Mahsa Amini and so many more before her, they will beat you to death. My sister was barely 18 when she got kidnapped and they didn’t let her call home and she’d been so fucking scared and we had no idea where she was. Imagine all the psychological trauma.

6. If you’re in a car and not wearing hijab they will fine you and seize your car. So when u get into a taxi the driver will ask you to keep your hijab on otherwise they’ll get fined. And if you refuse they’ll ask you to get off the car.

7. And its not just about hijab. In Ramadan, they get even more vicious. If they catch you eating or even drinking water on the street they will give you lashes as punishment and even imprison you for breaking the law. If you work in a state-owned company it’s even worse. They will close the cafeteria and take away the water dispensers. All restaurants are banned from delivering food before iftar. It’s a fucking mess. Everyone has to pretend they’re fasting or they’ll be severely punished.

8. And how could I forget about this! iranian women are banned from singing! the islamic regime prohibits women’s singing voices to be heard by men so imagine the horror of having 50% of the population banned from ever becoming a singer. If they identify a female singer in iran, they will take her to jail and force her to repent her sins in the most humiliating way so that she will never dare sing again.

9. And every time the regime gets wind of a private gathering of men and women trying to have fun and live their fucking private lives, the police crash the party and take everyone to jail bc the Islamic regime bans iranian men and women from having fun.

So if you see Islam has become for many iranians a symbol of oppression and torture and discrimination, that’s why. The regime uses islam as a weapon to silence and punish anyone who opposes them. You can love islam all you want from the safety of your home in a free country and talk about how kind and benevolent the religion is, but in iran, it’s a whole different story.

Our economy is fucked. All govt officials are corrupt as fuck. Most websites are banned in iran. Even tumblr is banned. The world has cut the iranian ppl from many services. We don’t have intl credit cards like visa card. Amazon doesn’t do delivery to iran. We cant get netflix, spotify or even a gamepass subscription. we don’t get any Apple services here. iran isn’t listed as a country you could choose when signing up for a lot of services. and when we decide to leave iran and escape this hellhole, every country out there will make it sooo much harder for us to get a visa just bc we had the misfortune to be born in iran at the wrong time.

This is the story of iran for the past 44 years. Held hostage by a corrupt regime that uses religion to suppress and torture the people and being abandoned by the rest of the world bc our lives don’t matter.

Please be our voice. Once they shut down the internet completely and silence our voice, they will start slaughtering us to stifle the protests just like they did in 2019. Please help us. We want this fucking regime gone.

And their internet is in the process of being shut down right now.

(https://www.theguardian.com/world/2022/sep/22/iran-blocks-capitals-internet-access-as-amini-protests-grow)

Reblog this and other voices from Iran. Help be their voices. They need us now.

sssssSSSHHHHHHLEAVEMEALONE-

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You’d gone to bed angry last night.

It was a promise you’d made to each other long ago, back when you’d gotten into your first big fight in the early months of your relationship, to never go to bed angry, to work through and compromise with whatever problems plagued your love. No one deserved to go to bed thinking their partner was angry at them.

But when Bakugo spit his venomous words, turned on his heel and slammed your bedroom door shut last night to leave you with the shattered heart he’d just created, your feet couldn’t even begin to move towards the closed door. You didn’t want to face him, want to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how bad he hurt you, and if he so badly didn’t want you in bed next to him, who were you to try and convince otherwise?

So, wordlessly, you climbed into the scratchy, lumpy couch he’d seemingly banished you to, and you pulled the too-small, too-thin blanket over you, and stared at the leather of the couch for the next six hours, the clock ticking all the while.

thinking about bakugo katsuki, who just wants to prove to you more than anything that he'd be an amazing boyfriend.

it begins with little things.

he tells you if there's something on your face, if there's something in between your teeth that hinders your beautiful smile. he tells you if your tie or uniform is out of place but can never hold back a 'be more careful, idiot' as he helps you fix the stray mistake. he looks away when you laugh at his preciseness. he stops your cup of water from falling over, puts his hands over any hazards that will hurt if you bump into them, all those kinds of small things.

he gives you all of his attention when you directly address him. whether it be a comment, a compliment, or a question, bakugo always gives you 100% of himself as long as you're direct with him.

even if you don't specifically speak to him, he always listens too.

you could be talking to mina about a movie you watched and bakugo will be listening, leaning back in his seat, not even looking in your direction yet his ears are ENGAGED, he's taking in every word you say. he even searches the movie up later.

not that he wants to watch it- bakugo has no time to waste on these things. he's saving it for when he can watch it with you.

he always watches your reactions first whenever in a group. whether it be in class and being told about some exciting projects - internships, camps, whatever, bakugo always keens to gauge how you respond. alternatively, it could be bakugo and kirishima's turn to make dinner (bakugo carries), and the second it is served bakugo's watching intently for your reaction.

(he only agreed to making dinner because kirishima bribed him. how? well, he mentioned your name and bakugo got straight to washing the vegetables.)

his little acts then evolve. he saves seats for you at lunch when you can't make it to the cafeteria in time or when he knows you're too busy that you won't make it in time to get a portion of your favourite lunch, so he buys it for you.

you always thank him for his kindness and begin to repay him but bakugo always rejects it, waving you off. 'don't do it again because i'm not doing this for you again', he mutters and you simply smile because you both know there is a next time.

he grabs your hero suitcase for you, going out of his way to do this for no one else but you. he accepts your pleads for help whenever there's something from the classwork you can't understand, smirking triumphantly at deku and momo - the top students of the class, who are confused at bakugo's sudden smugness.

eventually you get comfortable with him, to the point that physical touch is not a big deal anymore. the first time you take the risk was laying your forehead on his shoulder from fatigue and almost everyone around you gawks at the collected expression bakugo wears.

you had muttered a quick 'sorry' as you lifted your head up but the blond grunts in response, not sure how else to say that it's okay and you can lean on him any time.

denki then tries to do so and almost gets half his hair charred off.

it then evolves to the point that bakugo's known you long enough to have memorised your orders at fast food chains, cafes, boba shops, etc. and he often buys your favourite snacks whenever he visits the local 7/11, and when he delivers them, you give him the brightest smile he's ever seen and the explosive blond knows that the slow decrease in funds of his bank account is totally worth it if it means he gets to make you happy. he often masks his feelings with a 'tch' before storming off.

90% of bakugo's language is insults, but he is mindful to never throw them at you. he doesn't want you to doubt yourself for one second, whether it be your strength, smarts, beauty, etc, he's mindful to exempt you from his 'extras' phrase, because you're probably the only special one to him from everyone in the class.

and he knows you're special because one night, you take him outside the dorms and onto the balcony, asking him out on a date and he almost explodes himself into the air with joy. his cheeks fluster up- so uncharacteristic of him, and he tries to keep up a 'cool guy facade' whilst accepting your offer.

"get ready, cause i'm about to take you out on the date of your fuckin' life."

"wh- bakugo, i was the one who asked!"

"and i'm gonna be the best boyfriend ever, so leave this shit to me!"

thinking about bakugo, who is known to be hard-to-date, unapproachable, unlikeable unless he kept his mouth shut.

thinking about bakugo katsuki, who is absolutely 'the best' boyfriend ever because you have never doubted his love for you for a single second, and he makes sure you never will.

HANDS SO TENDER — DABI

✶ summary: domestic fluff; bath fic + sick fic. dabi's never been good at accepting help, but when it comes you he's getting better.

✶ pairing: touya todoroki x gn!reader

✶ word count: 1,020

✶ warnings: domestic fluff >:), non-sexual nudity, mentions of eating/food, mentions of non-specified sickness/medicine. this spawned because. i wanna wash touya's hair and burrito wrap him like a cat. he deserves it. 🔫 love him >:( tagging: @atsumeii ; @tobiodose

taglist / anthology masterlist

“Think you’re getting sick.” Touya groans, his head lolling back against the couch cushions as you settle next to him. He can feel your fingers on his skin, skating through his bangs as you smooth them away. “You feel warm—warmer than usual,” the words are soft, concerned, spoken against his forehead. It makes him feel warm. Having someone be concerned for him. For someone to worry and care.

He huffs, “don’ get sick.”

Despite his petulance, Touya lets you poke and prod him, shedding his jacket and draping a cool cloth around his neck. Lets you smooth his hair back again and press your lips back against the feverish skin. Watches you with heavy-lidded eyes as you look him over, brows creased.

“Have you eaten anything?”

The thought makes his stomach churn, “no.” He feels guilty when you sigh, thinks that maybe he should have tried to eat something—toast or crackers—before you got home and found him curled up pitifully on your couch. 

Your fingers tangle with his own, pressing a chaste kiss to the skin of his palm as you think, “I’ll make you some toast—maybe check if I have any saltines in the pantry still.” The guilt ebbs away when you smile at him, all soft and adoring. 

“What about a bath? Get ‘ya out of these clothes.” He doesn’t answer, lolling himself towards you and tucking his face into the crook of your neck, “please, baby? Then I’ll let you hole up in the bedroom watching horror movies and The Princess Bride for as long as you want.” Touya scoffs when you raise a hand, “scout’s honour.”

He huffs a laugh against you, scrubbing his face into your neck. You won’t, you’ll hover over him and hand feed him soup and awful-tasting medicine until he’s better and he can’t help but want it. A selfish little desire curling in his stomach, to soak up all your affection and worry.

“Shouldn’t have let you find out about that,” he nips at the skin of your jaw and you know you’ve won, letting your fingers tuck sweat-curled hair behind his ear. “Usin’ ‘em just so I cave—mean.”

“Not my fault you like it so much, pretty boy.”

biting down | Dabi/Touya Todoroki

He’s fast as he weaves through the trees, breath hot against your neck as he runs as if he has any need for breathing at all. You feel your shoulders drop in relief, tucking your head into the crook of his neck, the texture of his skin a comfort to you as you think about what could have happened if he hadn’t found you. 

Dabi is a vampire, a real, live (debatable), blood-sucking, sunlight-repulsed, creature of the night.

You think you might be in love with him.

Notes: hiiii so this is my vamp Dabi fic I’ve finally finished!! Enjoy this mess of blood and gore and cheesy corny vampire romance. A big thanks to bun and mari for talking me through this entire thing and giving me the idea for a vamp fic in the first place!! Thanks for reading!! (Title is from biting down by lorde) the playlist for the fic is here if u wanna listen!

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, f!reader, explicit content, some angst, violence, vampires, Dabi picks reader up, detailed descriptions of blood and gore (lots and lots of blood), blood kink, self inflicted harm (reader cuts her palm open), Dabi is a little mean sometimes, biting (he bites ur neck, thighs, chest he drinks ur blood he’s a vampire), pain play (biting to puncture skin, biting and drinking from already open wounds), drinking each other’s blood, fingering, (bloody) oral f!receiving, bloody sex, unprotected sex, marking, bruising, corny vamp dialogue, if u don’t like blood PLEASE do not read this

Words: 5.3k

Blood drips from your palm as you hold it high in the air. The liquid pools in the open wound, streaks of red falling down your arm. 

“Alright!” You call out to the darkness, “I don’t know how else to find you! I don’t even know if this will work, but I have to try!”

You know it’s foolish, especially now that you know that they exist. Years of research, years of books and films and legends and rumors, everything you’d spent your life chasing was real and just out of reach. You don’t know how to let it go. You don’t know how to let him go.

does your heart still remember my name? (bakugou x reader)

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