BSD ova (Chuuya cameo)

Of course they had to put him in. But not only is it a reminder that all this happens in the same city, but that Dazai only *acts* like a clown.

The bomb goes off, and Chuuya the perpetually tired who doze off in the train station gets woken up. Why is he there? Who knows?

It's implied that he called Mori about the explosion, because when we next see him, he's walking along the ceiling of the train tunnel to check things out. "It's nothing, Boss."

"It appears to have been a foolish attack by someone who resents the Agency."

"I could have enjoyed it some if he'd at least gone after that dimwit Dazai."

And as he walks away, still on the ceiling: Then again, that hooligan wouldn't have stood a chance.

The reminder that Dazai is far more dangerous than he looks. Everyone should be glad he's playing Office Devil rather than Demon Prodigy.

Day dreaming about love is giving me brain damage

touya and shoto’s friends

Not gonna ignore that deku and katsuki are wearing each other's shirts like hello

it may be a trite saying—“the heart wants what it wants”—but that doesn’t make it any less true. you can try all you want to ignore the glimmer of their eyes, the curl of their lips, the cant of their nose, the sheen of their hair. and it may not hit you right away.

it could take you take days, weeks, months, or even years to realize that it’s them, that the conclusion you have drawn is an inevitability. and you can muster up the strength to break free, to fall out of their orbit—but all that energy is wasted because they pull you back in like you never left.

and maybe you think you want to be left to your own devices, for now. but isn’t it a relief to let fate guide? isn’t it freeing to look at your reflection, to see yourself for who you really are, and admit the truth: that you’re in love, and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it except fall deeper into that love.

tv shows with time travel organizations/bureaus/police/agencies/whatever should have a department with instead of a tech genius eating candy, it’s a harried seamstress or fashion designer who is like

“1450 italy? does it look like I have the time to dye you wool? nO. YOU’RE GOING TO THE 1980s”

and throws shoulder pads at the hapless time agent

“I literally made three- THREE- 18th century corsets last week. You can wait until one of them gets back, or you can go sometime post-1920s, because if I have to sew one more god damn channel I will literally lose my mind.”

“Upper middle class?!?!? You told me upper class! FUCK YEAH THERE’S A DIFFERENCE!!!”

“How about kimoNO.”

“Look me in the eyes. I do not care what you want. This is the 1500s. You absolutely cannot wear trousers.”

“Another court gown?? Here’s a novel idea: go as a peasant for once in your life. Why do you do this to me? You’re fucking sadists that’s why.”

“Don’t mind me, I’ll just be up all night hand painting silk.”

“THE POLICY IS ONE MONTH’S ADVANCE NOTICE ON PRE-1900s WOMEN’S FASHION FOR A REASON, DEBRA.”

“Upper middle class?!?!?

You told me upper class! FUCK

YEAH THERE’S A DIFFERENCE!!!”

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

Kaoru is one of my favourites in case it's not obvious

The power he holds

They were just friends.

Or so they told everyone else. But it was quite obvious that there was something between them. A spark of sorts, a small what-if. Almost like an untold assurance that if one was to make the first move, they would not be denied.

They couldn't see it for themselves, but it was quite easily picked up by their mutual friend groups. How their personalities complemented each other so well, how one was always aware of what the other was doing despite being apart for a while.

How they always managed to bring up the other in their daily routines. How one couldn't possibly do without the other, after all everything else is so dull compared to them.

But still, they were just friends.

You wanted to believe that, truly you did. But how could you?

Not when you could see for yourself that there was something in the future of them, and that something was more than a friendship.

It was the start of something beautiful, something so endearing that anyone would love to see what the future held for them.

And you would have felt the same way, hell, you do feel that way sometimes, had it not been for the fact that you wanted him for yourself.

Please please please make another part. Could be fluff where the other girl is gay and she shows him he actually has feelings for reader. Or angst where he dates the other girl and unknowingly stops speaking/spending time with reader. And after nearly a year of not being in each other’s life’s. He sees reader dating one of his friends. And he gets pissed that no one told him but also upset cause he’s now wondering bout what if he chose readers

🐹.

The fluff is done!

Thank you so much for requesting, really, it's such a huge motivation boost.

I'm not sure if the second part will be up to your tastes but I hope you enjoy it!

Part 2(fluff)

Fuck I’m at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and I’m probably going to win a medal.

BURN BAGEL BURN

OH WHY NOT?

I need to follow up to say I reblogged this last night, and this morning I got some of the best news of my life, like, a life dream come true news thing.

Bagel what are your powers

FUCK, I though it was just another lucky meme but LISTEN. Since a week ago I was waiting a phone call to confirm me if I got a job or not in my university. I reblogged this yesterday’s night “just for fun and because I don’t want any bagel to be mad with me”, and today’s afternoon, while I was losing my time as always, the professor I was supposed to work with called me and asked me for my personal information to start working with her.

THE BAGEL POWERS ARE WAY TOO MUCH FOR THIS WORLD

I GOT A JOB THE DAY AFTER MY QUEUE POSTED THIS THE FIRST TIME AND I JUST REALIZED IT WHEN I SAW IT AGAIN HOLY GOD

The bagel hasn’t let me down yet!

I got a job offer after reblogging the bagel. Believe in the bagel!

Worth a try lol

i could use some good news or even a good girl 

Go lil bagle! Show me your power!

Okii then!

THIS IS THE FIRST THING ON MY BLOG

I GOT ASKED OUT FOR THE FIRST TIME AFTER I REBLOGGED IT

in which: bakugou only shows his dimples around you

sfw, fluff, dialogue heavy, humour, this is a quick drabble i whipped up from an idea i created ages ago bc my 8k word bkg fic WON'T POST AGHHH!

"i love dimples, they're so cute!" mina squeals from beside you whilst you were hunched over the dorm's coffee table, finishing outstanding calculus questions you hadn't completed during class.

"me too," you absentmindedly murmur, reaching for your calculator to input a definite integral. "people say that they are kisses from angels, as if that isn't the cutest thing ever."

the pink-haired wails, "stop it! i wish i had dimples."

"if you try hard enough, then maybe," you snort before turning the page of your maths textbook. "i remember people would press pencils to their cheeks to make it appear. it would work for like five minutes."

"well, duh they're not gonna be permanent, i'm not that stupid."

"you always ask me what two plus five is."

"uncalled for, that's not the same!" mina slaps the back of your head, causing you to hold it whilst hissing in pain.

"okay, i'm sorry!" you exclaim, shielding yourself in case she hits you again.

thankfully, mina is pacified again, returning her chin to her palm as she fiddles with her nails. she remains quiet for a few minutes, allowing you to concentrate on your work before she pipes up again. "jirou has cute dimples."

you hum in agreement. "yaomomo too, on both cheeks," you add.

"kaminari too!"

"and bakugou."

mina darts up, back now as straight as a pole as she gawks at you with the weirdest expression. did you grow two heads or something? what was so weird about bakugou having dimples?

The Scent Of Midnight Incorrect Quotes Part Two || Spoiler Warning

*Chuuya and MC on a mission*

Chuuya: ...I'm pretty sure that place is fire-proof, or something.

MC, grenade in hand: Alright, but is it explosion-proof?