Matyaa-02 - Mai

I love him 😭❤️

“It’s pitch black and I can still see you blushing.” please for Dabi? I love you!

This is my first time writing for him and I had a whole 'nother idea for a headcanons thing but I suddenly had an idea and well, this is what I ended up with.

I love you too, thank you for requesting! ♡

Hope this is to your liking~

Craving Your Company

Prompt: It's pitch black and I can still see you blushing

Word count: 695

Tags: Longing, Fluff at the end

It had taken a lot of convincing on your part for Dabi to finally relent to moving in together. He had always been ambiguous about how serious he was about your relationship, but you knew he cared deeply and as time progressed, you had grown comfortable enough to even stay with him for days. It was only logical to finally live together right? Since it was easier than forgetting to return home at 2am anyways.

So you did. You moved in. And while you were happy with the accomplishment, it wasn't exactly smooth sailing. Which you were prepared for considering his crazy schedule, sometimes not even coming back for days. But now that you had shared a living space with him, Dabi not being around made you undoubtedly lonely. The nights were especially bad.

Why did you only feel this way now, you didn't know. It wasn't like he was around more before this.

The weather was not helping your mood, you sighed, barely audible to even yourself as the rain pounded like rocks on your apartment window.

Even curled up with a blanket you still felt cold and dreary, longing for some sort of physical contact. Throughout you being with Dabi, it had always been you who initiated any kind of physical affections. You knew he enjoyed them even if he didn't know how to reciprocate properly sometimes, figuring that his crappy childhood had just left him touch starved. But he's a quick learner and would occasionally give you a pat on the head, a kiss on your palm or maybe even on your neck-

Ah, thinking about him just made you miss him even more. He hadn't returned for two and a half days now, not that this wasn't normal. You were kept up with the news, so you were plenty aware of the League of Villain's activities.

Hoping that he would return tomorrow, you were rocked to sleep by the sound of the storm.

You had forgotten to close the curtains before falling asleep, but it didn't matter, the sky was too dark to let any light in anyway. Perhaps another storm was brewing.

Getting up to make some sort of warm beverage was what you intended, but something was wrapped around you, restricting you from getting up. It couldn't have been the blanket could it?

Something rustled beside you and hot breath fanned against the back of your neck, making you shiver.

"D-dabi…?" 

You turned around slowly, greeted by the sight of him. He looked to be asleep, hair disheveled, tiredness written all over his face. You smiled, cupping his cheek, resisting the urge to pepper his face with kisses. Although he probably would not have liked that, or at least that's what he would always say.

"I'm glad you're home, I was feeling a little lonely," you whispered to his sleeping form, wondering if by chance, he'd still be here when you'd wake up.

"Didn't know you were craving my company doll, it was only two days," he said, opening his eyes lazily, voice a little hoarse from sleep. 

"And a half," you corrected, "I thought you'd fallen asleep."

"I did, but I could still hear you."

"Sorry for being too loud, you can go back to sleep if you want," you combed a hand through his hair. Despite saying that, you secretly wished for him to keep you company for a bit longer. It was a selfish thought, but it couldn't help but cross your mind.

"No, I'm wide awake now. Poor little thing, you missed me huh?" Dabi grinned, caressing your cheek teasingly.

"Yeah," you felt like sinking in the bed from how close he was to you. Sleeping together was still a new thing to the both of you and even though you had found it enjoyable, it was still thrilling whenever he'd make bold advances.

"Heh, it's pitch black and I can still see you blushing," he suddenly moved closer to you, nipping at your earlobe.

"Oh god Dabi, can we just go to sleep please," you pushed a pillow onto his face, palms covering your own.

He was no good for your heart.

Someone already pointed this out but I am actually losing my mind over this right now. In Chapter 12 (EXACTLY 100 CHAPTERS AGO, MIND YOU), when Eren attacks Mikasa in his Titan form you can see two shadows behind the windows in the building behind Eren.

If Isayama actually planned this all along this would be fucking insane. Have Eren and Zeke been watching the entire series in his memories this whole time? Holy fuck.

There is also this part in S1E2 where Eren gives his first inspirational speech before Mikasa punches him. And on the side…

You got someone who suspiciously looks like adult Eren quietly listening and there is no one else in the shot other than EMA that stands out as much as him.

I am actually losing my mind here.

Old doodle i made, it’s satan as howl!

frick frack

Tom Riddle: welcome to the ‘fuck Harry Potter’ support group, where we gather to say a collective ‘fuck you’ to that stupid asshole

Tom Riddle: but first, a few words from our newest member

Draco, sweating nervously: I think I may have misunderstood the purpose of this group...

friendly reminder: eren blushing

Ravenclaw: Areyou going to class today?

Slytherin: I don’t know if I’m emotionally ready.

JUSTICE FOR CASEY GOODSON

On December 4th, 2020, Casey Christian Goodson Jr. (23 years old) was shot three times in the back and murdered by a Sheriff’s Deputy as he was entering his home in Columbus, Ohio. Goodson’s family stated that he was returning home from a dentist appointment, holding a Subway sandwich, his face mask, and his keys, when he was shot.

Two days later, the Columbus Police Department made a statement alleging that James Meade, the deputy responsible for Goodson’s death, saw a man believed to be Goodson with a gun while driving. Meade then approached Goodson after he exited his car and walked home, where he was shot.

Hours after the shooting, the US Marshal for the Southern District of Ohio, Peter Tobin, confirmed that Goodson was not the fugitive they were searching for. However, Tobin also added that he believed that the shooting was justified, claiming that Goodson was shot after he refused to drop his “weapon.”

Yet another Black man murdered by the police.

DEMAND JUSTICE.

art credit: @alex.albadree on instagram

graphics credit: @worldawarenessassociation on instagram

I messed up cuz it don’t look like him but it’s him and in honor of my devastation of chapter 291 enjoy

To the people who hate Mappa, I have a question.

Why?

They are literally serving us LOOKS AND VIEWS.

Why?

BLESSING OUR EYES.

So...

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

stop shaming people for being passionate about the things that they love. stop mocking people for having unusual interests. like, honestly, i'm so tired of feeling embarrassed for being "too much". if being too much means having deep interests that fill my life with romanticism and excitement, then let me be!!! i'd much rather listen to anyone ranting about their latest obsession with 16th century swords than have a boring ordinary conversation with those who shame passionate people