Proving a point to my boyfriend.

PLEASE REBLOG if you (male or female) believe it is perfectly okay and natural for a guy of any age to cry

Greetings Stray community 💜🫶 I love this game and these robots so much.

Anyway if you see this you have to reblog and tag with a delight from ur day -- even the littlest thing counts

Putting our cat in baby clothes and taking pictures of her

“Nerd (Affectionately)“ SMAU Master List

Bakugou Katsuki x Gn!Reader

Summary} You’ve been in love with Bakugou since you two were little. Pining after him for years gets tiring when all he does is push you aside. Maybe it’s best for everyone if you two stayed friends. It’s not like he’s going to have a moment of realization of his feelings for you…right?

Warnings} Quirkless!Reader, Angst, Fluff, Cursing, Asshole Bakugou, Humor, there is no Twitter Handle in this SMAU, also bad memes that humor me, SLOW BURN. (Please let me know of any typos/mistakes)

Status} Ongoing Updates} Twice a week, Mondays & Thursdays! Comments and reblogs are very appreciated! I’m also taking asks about being added to the taglist.

Chapter 1: It’s Simp Time

Chapter 2: Designer Boots

Chapter 3: Izuku Said “Ass”

Chapter 4: Friends It Is

Chapter 5: A Smelly Kind of Smell

Chapter 6: Movie Night

Chapter 7: Super Secret Plans

Chapter 8: The Photo

Chapter 9: Firework Show

Chapter 10: Lunch

Chapter 11: She’s Good For Him

Chapter 12: Back and Unpacked

Chapter 13: Plenty Of Evidence

Chapter 14: From Now On

Chapter 15: Pop Off Izuku

Chapter 16: Not Ever Again

Chapter 17: Effort, The Bare Minimum

Chapter 18: Making It Count

Chapter 19: Coming Soon

Chapter 20: Coming Soon

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As a punk, I always support DIY

(And also I kinda want these pants now)

hey guys can you help me find that old portrait of a girl holding a little painting of a naked dude and cracking up about it?? I want to say it’s by Rembrandt but that’s probably not right

It’s “Smiling Girl, a Courtesan, Holding an Obscene Image” by Gerard van Honthorst!!

It’s the best painting that exists

I don’t know about you, but I really want to know what’s written on there - wait, I found a higher res image, can anyone translate this?

also it’s kind of an amazing little vignette

Hahahaa

Okay it says “who knows my arse from behind” and I will never recover from this

OKAY— so i LOVE this painting, it’s in the St. Louis Art Museum, and on a tour i found out the story. it’s not a naked dude, at all. It’s actually a smaller depiction of her, she’s a sex worker! She’s showing off her advertising for her services. It’s a really cool historical example of sex work, and a gorgeous painting to see in person.

So that grin is her going:

“That’s me!!”

“Nerd (Affectionately)“ SMAU Master List

Bakugou Katsuki x Gn!Reader

Summary} You’ve been in love with Bakugou since you two were little. Pining after him for years gets tiring when all he does is push you aside. Maybe it’s best for everyone if you two stayed friends. It’s not like he’s going to have a moment of realization of his feelings for you…right?

Warnings} Quirkless!Reader, Angst, Fluff, Cursing, Asshole Bakugou, Humor, there is no Twitter Handle in this SMAU, also bad memes that humor me, SLOW BURN. (Please let me know of any typos/mistakes)

Status} Ongoing Updates} Twice a week, Mondays & Thursdays! Comments and reblogs are very appreciated! I’m also taking asks about being added to the taglist.

Chapter 1: It’s Simp Time

Chapter 2: Designer Boots

Chapter 3: Izuku Said “Ass”

Chapter 4: Friends It Is

Chapter 5: A Smelly Kind of Smell

Chapter 6: Movie Night

Chapter 7: Super Secret Plans

Chapter 8: The Photo

Chapter 9: Firework Show

Chapter 10: Lunch

Chapter 11: She’s Good For Him

Chapter 12: Back and Unpacked

Chapter 13: Plenty Of Evidence

Chapter 14: From Now On

Chapter 15: Pop Off Izuku

Chapter 16: Not Ever Again

Chapter 17: Coming Soon

Chapter 18: Coming Soon

Chapter 19: Coming Soon

Chapter 20: Coming Soon

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a bakugo x reader fic || pt 2

chapter list

this is not proofread i’m sorry 😭 i will proofread it soon i swear

“hey,” you said, plopping down on the couch beside bakugo. your tea almost sloshed over the edge of your cup.

bakugo rolled his eyes, “what’s the point of having a damn lid if you don’t close it.”

“fix your damn attitude and i’ll tell you,” you raised your eyebrows. two could play at this game. you’d been learning.

in the past week, not much had changed. bakugo would always get to the couch before you. he’d set a kettle on the stove for you. you’d sit on the couch next to him, a few inches closer than your first night. he would say something snarky and you’d say something snarky back. then you would sit in a comfortable silence, the quiet chatter of the tv and the flip of your page the only noise.

and you never, never would talk about that night. you woke up the next morning and after a quick search, you found an article about a particularly rough mission bakugo was on that day. that’s why he was acting different. he had a tough day and needed comfort. you weren’t even sure if he remembered it. so you acted like you didn’t either.

for the past six nights, it had all been the same. you honestly enjoyed the routine.

tonight was no different. you drank your tea, read your terribly boring book about the role of the media in politics, and felt your eyelids droop after 60 minutes of reading the same paragraph written 20 different times. talk about bad writing.

“good night, bakugo,” you said, already at the hallway. “see you tomorrow.”

he grunted in response.

you smiled to yourself. at least he was predictable.

…

you sat up quickly, the loud ringing making it impossible to not panic.

momo threw open your door. “hurry! hurry!”

“shit,” you stumbled out of bed. there was a god awful ringing that made it hard to think straight.

momo grabbed your arm and pulled you out of your room, only giving you enough time to slide on your penguin slippers by the door.

strobing light filled the hallway. your head was already aching. the fire alarms were screeching. god, what was that smell?

momo pulled you through the doors, sucking in lungfuls of outside air.

the entire hero building was being evacuated, students talked in hushed tones in the grassy lawn outside the building.

you followed momo as she searched for todoroki, quickly spotting his red and white hair.

“shoto, what’s going on?” she asked, fingers already intertwined with his. you already knew he was warming her up. oh, how nice it would be to have a hot boyfriend, physically and literally. you were freezing your ass off.

“not sure,” todoroki replied, barely glancing at you. instead, his eyes caught on someone behind you.

you turned, frowning at the blond. “did you blow something up and set off the fire alarms?”

bakugo scoffed, “you-“

mineta slid over next to you, butting into your conversation, “i like your shorts.”

you tried not to vomit all over your slippers.

“fuck off, ya’ damn grape,” bakugo seethed, baring his pointy canines. mineta disappeared quickly. scary dog privilege.

you subconsciously pulled the end of your shorts down over your ass as best you could.

bakugo glared at you.

“don’t look at me like that,” you hissed. “momo keeps the hallway thermostat at 85. it’s hot as hell in my room.” you crossed your arms over your chest.

he rolled his red eyes. bakugo peeled off his black hoodie, revealing a black shirt underneath, matching his black sweatpants. it wasn’t a phase, apparently. he threw the hoodie at you.

you laughed and started to say something snarky, but stopped. you were cold and looking barely decent. you slipped on the hoodie, already basking in its warmth.

you sighed blissfully. “warm.”

bakugo smirked. “should’ve just asked me to heat you up, sparks,” he popped a few explosions in his palm.

“sparks?” you raised an eyebrow.

“new nickname for ya,” bakugo crossed his arms over his chest, smiling devilishly at you.

you groaned, turning away and heading for a park bench. you had to look so punk rock in your monkey boxers, pink penguin slippers, and bakugo’s black death metal hoodie.

the metal bench was cold on your bare thighs. you tucked your hands underneath your legs, sweatshirt sleeves pulled over your palms, trying to create a barrier between the cold metal and your skin.

“are you sure you didn’t set anything on fire?” you asked bakugo. you’re surprised he followed you to the bench, even more surprised he sat down beside you.

“pretty sure,” he shrugged, throwing his elbows up atop the back of the bench.

you still scowled at him.

“i could-“

a staff member spoke into a loud megaphone, drowning the rest of bakugo’s sentence. “hero students, please remain calm. we are investigating the issue. you may wait in the hero course lecture hall, if you’d like.”

“what were you saying?” you asked bakugo.

“nothing really, just-“

“baku-bro!” a blonde interrupted. denki kaminari, you’d recognize his stupid face anywhere. “you coming’ or what?”

bakugo rolled his eyes so hard you were surprised they didn’t fall out of his head like screws.

kaminari spotted you, “heyyy,” he said your name, drawing it out as long as possible. “i didn’t know you were friends with bakugo.”

“we aren’t,” bakugo grumbled, standing up. “let’s go.”

you frowned.

kaminari tried talking to you as you walked to the lecture hall, but you weren’t really paying attention, just nodding along with what he said. he quickly gave up, trying, and striking out again, with bakugo.

the lecture hall wasn’t too far from the dorms and the walk warmed you up, at least. it was warm inside and you happily sat at a desk, smiling at the feeling returning to your legs.

bakugo sat beside you, grumbling about something under his breath.

you ignored him, content to fold your arms atop the desk and lay your head on top. the sweatshirt reeked of bakugo; smoke and sweat, coconut and orange, angst and fire, and something else oddly familiar.

maybe if you just closed your eyes for a second you could place that final smell…

…

bakugo glanced at your sleeping form hunched over the desk. he smiled at the drool on his sweatshirt. he would never tell you it made him smile though. he would never admit he watched you sleep, glaring at anyone who talked too loudly around you.

bakugo would never tell you. he couldn’t.

…

you woke to bakugo’s voice in your ear. “didn’t know you knew my name,” you grumbled, eyes still closed.

“get up, aizawa’s here.” he kicked the legs of your chair.

you sat up, looking around for the pro hero turned professor. you used to have such a crush on him.

“students,” eraserhead said from the front of the room, “the fire alarm system went off because of a computer system error. our apologies. you may return to your dorm.”

thank god. you pulled yourself out of the desk chair, slowly walking to the exit. nothing on earth could keep you from your bed right now.

not bakugo’s loud friends calling your name. not bakugo barking at them. not momo trying to ask you about the banquet.

shit. the banquet.

“todoroki said you could sit with us and his dad,” momo offered.

you internally clawed your eyes out. “i would rather just sit by myself, momo. thank you for offering.”

she smiled at you and went back to todoroki. you were left to your own happy thoughts of sleep. except now they were thoughts of the banquet. shit.

…

“you look lovely, momo,” you smiled, trying not to ogle the beauty in the tight red dress. you’d kill to look like her.

“you as well,” she smiled back. you knew she was slightly sad you didn’t take her up on her offer to let you borrow one of her dresses. instead, you wore a short black dress with thin straps and an open back. it showed way more skin than you usually did, but once you saw it you had to have it. your black platform sandals ended with bows tied around your ankles. your notepad and favorite pen was tucked safetly in your bag. you were supposed to be reporting.

“i guess we should get downstairs,” you finally said, breaking the awkward tension trapped in the hallway with the two of you.

she smiled at you sweetly. momo had been very sweet to you since you moved it. she was the only one in the hero course you considered a friend.

todoroki helped momo down the stairs in her ridiculous heels. ever the gentleman, he offered a hand to you as well. you politely declined. breaking your neck on the stairs would be better than this god-forsaken banquet.

bakugo stood scowling in the living room, looking hilariously pouty in his all black suit ensemble. he seemed surprised to see you on the stairs, but hid the flicker in his eyes well. you winked at him just for fun. he bared his teeth and looked away.

the hero banquet was invite only. the best of the hero schools were invited to UA for a night of encouraging speeches from pro heroes, recognization and awards for their good deeds and bringing positive attention to the school, blah blah. you were invited only because you were the top in the journalism program. a few of you were picked each year to go and report on it. a whole student media team would be there broadcasting the ceremony. barf.

you followed momo to the car outside the dorms. you had to walk to the banquet last year. it was painfully obvious the hero students were the favorites. you filed into the suv, bakugo squeezing into the seat beside you. you were sitting between deku and bakugo. good god.

luckily they didn’t talk to each other, just stared out the window. no one wanted to go to the banquet apparently.

“i didn’t know you were coming,” you said to bakugo quietly, eyeing his harsh profile. “i figured this wasn’t the type of thing you’d go to.” or that his reputation was what they wanted at the ceremony.

he turned to you, red eyes fully locked on you. “it’s supposed to boost my hero approval ratings.”

you rolled your eyes. hero approval ratings your ass. you knew that bakugo wouldn’t give a shit about what the public thought if his pay didn’t depend on. but the high ranked the hero, the more they got paid. because the public should be allowed to watch heroes fight villains and the judge them on every little thing they did even though the heroes were the ones who had gone to school and trained their whole lives.

maybe this years article would be on that. you leaned forward, “todoroki? do you think your dad would give me a comment on how he feels the media coverage and public ranking system affects his performance?”

“probably not,” he sighed. “i will though.”

“fantastic, i’ll talk to you more after the banquet,” you smiled.

bakugo grunted, shifting in his seat away from you.

“would you like to comment as well?” you asked him.

“no.”

“then why are you being obnoxious?” you frowned.

bakugo sighed, “i-“

“oh, look! we’re here,” deku called, looking flustered. poor thing still had stage fright.

a large crowd was pushing through the small double set of doors, reporters and photographers speaking loudly and using their flash.

bakugo got out of the car as fast as he could, as anxious as you got this to be over with.

deku was quickly flanked by reporters. momo and todoroki had already vanished into the crowd, leaving you and bakugo alone.

“i’m heading to the media room,” you aid, excusing yourself.

bakugo nodded, heading straight ahead while you veered to the left.

you sighed in relief. at least you could be alone in the media wing, until you had to fight to get a comment from one of the pro heroes.

you felt a hand on your waist pulling you away from the crowd. “so pretty and all alone,” a man whispered in your ear. one hand rested on your hip, the other slowly slid up your thigh. you didn’t recognize the face.

you twisted in his grasp, slamming your foot down on his toes, you stumbled backwards, hitting something hard.

“oi! you better get the fuck out of here before i get warmed up.” the fiery voice and crackle of small explosions made you sigh with relief.

you turned around, looking into bakugo’s frown.

“who was that guy?” he asked, eyes a darker red than you’d ever seen them before.

“i don’t know, some creep,” you replied, shivering. “why’d you come over here, i thought you were going to your table?”

“i saw him follow you,” he wasn’t looking at you, but behind you, still watching the man. bakugo finally looked to you, “you’re coming with me, let’s go.”

“uh, no,” you protested. “i’m supposed to be writing an article about this.”

“the hero students seats are better, come on,” he grabbed your elbow, lightly pulling you along.

you huffed loudly, but didn’t argue. the hero students got food and actual seats. if bakugo’s table had an extra spot, you wouldn’t complain.

bakugo let go of your arm, placing his hand on the small of your back, fingers spread over your bare skin.

“aren’t you about to say something incredibly rude and misogynistic about how i need to put more clothes on?” you deadpanned, slowly making your way through the crowd.

“i was actually about to say that i was impressed with your stomping,” he replied, face as cool as ever.

you laughed, “i was aiming for the balls next.”

“‘atta girl, sparks,” bakugo said with a small hint of a smile.

success. you smiled widely.

bakugo steered you to table 17, finally taking his hand off your back. you immediately missed the warmth. he slid into his seat, throwing his arm over the seat next to him.

“i’m going to go to the bathroom,” you said, eyeing the door you knew led to them.

“i’ll go with you,” bakugo grunted, starting to rise from his chair.

“i can go by myself,” you protested. “i just have to pee. you can watch me walk all the way there and back.”

he grunted in what you assumed was approval.

you walked to the bathroom, avoiding the students and spectators finding their seats. the bathroom was emptier than you expected. the worst part of these things was waiting in line for the bathroom.

and the water from the sink was warm. UA always had cold water, they must have gone all out for the banquet.

“hey,” a pretty fawn haired girl walked out of a stall, meeting your eyes in the mirror. “you’re that girl who came in with bakugo. your outfit is so cute! it matches him, how perfect!”

you frowned, “thank you.”

“you know, we talked freshman year,” she glanced at her nails. they were perfect, of course, just like the rest of her. “but it didn’t work. he was a morning person, i was a night owl. we never could talk at the same time.” she sighed, but then smiled again, “i hope it goes better for you!”

“we’re not-“

“he’s really quite sweet! just acts like a grandpa and goes to sleep at 8:30 each night,” she rolled her perfect, big, brown eyes.

“8:30? like 8:30 at night?” your frown intensified. full florence pugh pout.

she laughed. it was like a song. maybe you had a slight crush on this girl. “you’re so silly! of course 8:30 at night! he gets up at like 4 to train.” she smiled at you. yes, you were in love with her. maybe you wanted her. maybe you wanted to be her. “anywho, it was very nice to meet you! good luck with bakugo, pumpkin!” she left in a flurry of sparkles and cotton candy scented perfume. wow.

you walked slowly back to the table, trying to remember everything that happened in the last minute.

bakugo frowned, “why do you look like that?”

“like what? this is just my face,” you frowned.

“stop it. i don’t like it.”

you scoffed, “whatever. anyway, i met your former girlfriend in the bathroom.” you sat down, careful that your dress didn’t ride up too much.

bakugo frowned, “who?”

“i don’t know. she had big brown eyes and was drop dead gorgeous and big-“

“camie,” he interrupted, still frowning. “she told you we dated? why?”

“i don’t know. she saw us walk in together and told me.”

he frowned again.

“you have the weird face now. stop that, you’ll get wrinkles in your perfect lil’ forehead,” you sighed, leaning back in your chair. bakugo’s fingers hit your shoulder, middle finger grazing the strap of your dress.

he stared at you, brows still creased, arm still slung over the back of your chair.

“but that wasn’t the most interesting part,” you continued. “she told me you went to bed at 8:30 freshman year. that you wouldn’t even stay up to talk to her.”

bakugo stayed silent.

“do you still have morning training?” you asked.

he nodes.

it was your turn to frown. “you’re up all night watching the news and shitty reviews on your performance.”

he didn’t reply.

“so what? you get maybe 2 hours of sleep each night?”

bakugo looks away, “i can’t-“

“sir, i was able to find decaf tea, so i went ahead and brought out two waters and a mug,” a voice said behind you, placing a mug on the table.

“thank you,” bakugo said, taking the water glasses from the waiter’s hands. he glanced at you, “ordered you a tea.”

“thank you,” you said quietly. louder, “could i get hon-“

“honey and a spoon,” the waiter pulled a few packets of honey and a metal stirring spoon out of apron pocket.

you blinked. “thank you,” you smiled at him.

bakugo started, “and about that extra chair?”

the man nodded, “i will be back with it.”

you turned to bakugo, raising an eyebrow, “decaf?”

“it’s seven o clock, drink caffeine and you’ll be up until noon tomorrow,” he sighed, fiddling with the fancy napkins on the table.

he was right. you couldn’t drink caffeine after one. you narrowed your eyes, “and you asked for honey?”

“isn’t that how you like it?” he seemed unfazed by your gaping, “you act like i haven’t watched you make tea every night for the past three weeks.”

fair. you smiled, “thank you, that is very kind.”

he grunted, eyes now focused on a group of people approaching your table.

he gripped your chair, pulling you closer to him. he dropped a fancy cloth napkin on your lap, covering more of your legs.

“bakugo,” you hissed. “stop being weird.” you smiled at the group standing at your table, “hi, i think they’re bringing another chair.”

one of them nodded, “how exciting it is to be able to sit with the dynamight. and you are?”

“oh,” you smiled, “just a journalism student.”

the man smiled and returned to his conversation with his group. the waiter brought the chair and they sat.

“be nice,” you patted bakugo’s leg.

“always am,” he grunted.

you laughed. “speaking of nice, i have your sweatshirt from last night. do you want me to wash it or just give it back?”

“i’ll take it,” he replied.

“it’s very punk rock. it inspired my look for tonight. i call it ‘teenage angst at 21,’” you smiled.

“i thought you were just trying to match me,” he smirked.

you kicked the toe of his black combat boot. “i could never be as angsty as you.”

“good evening all!” all might’s voice bounced around the room. you took your eyes off bakugo to look at the stage. “i am honored to welcome you all to tonight’s banquet celebrating our students and future heroes.”

you groaned internally. this was going to be a long night. you picked up your mug of tea. one mug wouldn’t be enough.

bakugo leaned over, whispering in your ear, “don’t worry. he said he’d bring the whole pot with the food.”

you met his red eyes, smiling, “i’ll share with you if you’re nice.”

“when have i ever not been?” the blonde smiled wickedly, breath warm against your cheek.

maybe tonight wouldn’t be as bad as you thought.

an//// see u soon <3

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LOVE LANGUAGE! | bakugo katsuki x fem!reader SMAU

[ in which star student y/n finds the guy she sits besides in her foreign languages class cute the one time she comes late to class and is forced to sit at the back.]

EPISODES:

my friend liz downloaded some free audio software a few months ago to do something and now every time she joins a call a female voice says “trial. trial.” and liz doesn’t remember the name of the software or know how to stop it and she doesn’t want to

my friend liz had her spotify account hacked and literally didn’t realize for a year until I was talking about my decade in review playlist and she looked at hers and it was all brazilian music and she was like oh this explains why I would go to sleep listening to classical music and wake up and it’s playing trap. and also why there are like 30 playlists on my account that I didn’t make. she just thought spotify was like that

hand to god at some point my friend liz managed to fuck up her install of Portal so bad that it was displaying minecraft textures

like she’s bringing me dead mice

“Nerd (Affectionately)“ SMAU Master List

Bakugou Katsuki x Gn!Reader

Summary} You’ve been in love with Bakugou since you two were little. Pining after him for years gets tiring when all he does is push you aside. Maybe it’s best for everyone if you two stayed friends. It’s not like he’s going to have a moment of realization of his feelings for you…right?

Warnings} Quirkless!Reader, Angst, Fluff, Cursing, Asshole Bakugou, Humor, there is no Twitter Handle in this SMAU, also bad memes that humor me, SLOW BURN. (Please let me know of any typos/mistakes)

Status} Ongoing Updates} Every week on Monday! Comments and reblogs are very appreciated!

Chapter 1: It’s Simp Time

Chapter 2: Coming Soon

Chapter 3: Coming Soon

Chapter 4: Coming Soon

Chapter 5: Coming Soon

Chapter 6: Coming Soon

Chapter 7: Coming Soon

Chapter 8: Coming Soon

Chapter 9: Coming Soon

Chapter 10: Coming Soon

Chapter 11: Coming Soon

Chapter 12: Coming Soon

Chapter 13: Coming Soon

Chapter 14: Coming Soon

Chapter 15: Coming Soon

Chapter 16: Coming Soon

Chapter 17: Coming Soon

Chapter 18: Coming Soon

Chapter 19: Coming Soon

Chapter 20: Coming Soon

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PRETTY BLONDE (2.2k)

you're going to buy a pretty blonde a drink at the bar. you’ve never done before. usually it was men buying them for you, men that were never your type. but how will you ever get what you want if you don't go and get it? especially this guy. he looks grumpy like he doesn’t want to be here at all and if you get too close he might bite. exactly your type. as you flick your head back to down your shot, you quickly mumble to the bartender, pointing a finger at the blonde. 

you study the interaction. the bartender slides the drink over to the guy whose eyebrows rise in a surprised shock. you read his lips, “are you fuckin’ with me?” and the bartender steps back in fear, hands in the air and immediately pointing over at you. the blonde sets his ruby eyes on you, narrowing them like he’s looking through sniper glass. he’s trying to work you out, though ultimately he finds nothing under the dingy lights of the bar. just your wobbly but mostly confident smile.

you send him a little wave as he frowns at you, holding the drink with the tips of his fingers. you’re not sure what to make of his response, especially as he keeps his eyes on you when he brings the glass to his lips. your hand drops slowly under his gaze. you feel like you're being sucked in by him, your pupils dropping to his adam’s apple every time he swallows.

Chapter 9: Antvillage

Part 1!

This uber-specific AU popped into my head and I wanted to share it!

I’m not sure what to call it. A bakery enemies AU? Suggestions would be appreciated.

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