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good morning to all black alternative folks. this is a reminder that you shouldnt have to pick between your identity and your interests, and your blackness is hardcore as fuck. poser paste (and other hair colour waxes) is a great way to colour your hair bright vibrant colours without chemical treatment, i personally think bantu knots are the afro equivalent of liberty spikes, protective style mohawks are always sick as hell, and i think the anarchist symbol would make a hella cool mark. i love you!

me: reblogs anything

the green bar that pops up telling me I reblogged something:

I really want to boost this indie game called Venba that is currently in development at Visai Games.

It’s a narrative game about cooking, where you play as an Indian mom who has moved to Canada in the 1980s. Your recipe book is damaged, so you’ll have to restore those lost recipes, while also having branching conversations with your family, and of course, cooking Indian food.

There’s a Steam page for the game up here, and here’s the developers’ Twitter.

This is the sort of game that can easily fly under the radar, so please help boost an original game with a unique premise!

black history month is coming to a closeeee but i have something that’ll help you draw black characters in any month! if it was helpful then hey… here’s my kofi 😏

Nadia Satrinava <3

— A selfie that sends tremors through the Islands!

Haikyuu Chapter 372: A New Challenger

Hey, y’all. I’m going to need help, bill wise. Sales aren’t going anywhere for the past couple of weeks, and I need to pay for electric, cable, and phone. I’m short $170, right now.

Any sale to my shop or donation goes straight into my bills account— anything recieved over what I need in donations will go straight towards being saved for rent.

Paypal: https://www.paypal.me/jnwampler

Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/khanji

Venmo: KajiW

CashApp: $kajiw

https://awaksupegage.com

85/$170

Please reblog if you can’t assist any other way.

𝙅𝙞𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙪 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙣 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙤-𝙠𝙪𝙣 - あいだいろ.

DAY 15

GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15

Personality, I thing you make the best bakugou fics. Soooo. I think you know where this is going. Could you make a fic about y/n falling asleep on home while watching a movie. And the whole fic is his thoughts. About how he failed in some places with y/n. And she/he still loves home no matter what. Merry Christmas and HAPPY NEW YEAR. Fuck this year. 😌✌🏻

On how much I love you, and you me

Warnings:cussing, slight angst. Bakugou.

(A/N): I’ve written a lot of angst lately(suffer), so this was nice to write. And thank you so much I think I also have a good grasp on Bakugou’s character! I didn’t specify a gender, hope you don’t mind :3

And I really hope you get this notification, tumblr likes to not tell people when someone answers your questions:/

And happy new year, Christmas, and Hanukkah to everybody!

italics are Bakugou’s thought

Masterlist

    Typical, he thought. He gently nudged your form in his grip, and sighed, annoyed when you didn’t give a response. They were so insistent on watching this damn movie, and now they’re knocked out cold.

  He slumped down on the couch more, relaxing for the first time in awhile. He rested his elbow on the cushion behind him and propped his cheek on his clenched fist, staring at the movie on the screen. This movie blows, he clicked his tongue with a roll of red eyes, some horror movie.

 you mumbled something in your sleep, squirming around in his hold. He peered at you from the corner of his eye with slightly raised brow, secretly hoping he didn’t wake you some how. You didn’t wake up however- a blush erupted on his cold features as you snuggled into his chest, making a cute little noise as you did.

 He tried to brush it off, your cuteness. He tried to look back at the TV in an attempt to distract himself. He watched some idiot run to a dumpy cellar instead of the clearly much safer and easier front door.

 Fucking moron, he thought as he watched the teen with annoyance. He couldn’t help but turn his head to look at you however. He let a prideful smile cross his face as he looked at you, his own pride in you taking over for a split second. heh heh, we wouldn’t make such a rooky mistake, we’re too awesome.

His prideful smile fell into a dull frown as he stared at you longer. He doesn’t know why he got this melancholy feeling, nor why a pit sunk so deep in his stomach when he watched your peaceful face.

Why do you have to be so perfect? And...why does that make him so uneasy?

Maybe it was because he loves you, and that’s to foreign to him. So foreign, so unusual. Every time he sees you, he gets this feeling right in his chest, like its some sort of euphoric anxiety, but...it feels so good, so warm.  He hated it at first. He wanted it to go away, he wanted YOU to go away. That’s why...He guesses that’s why he was so terrible to you. 

 He clenched his eyes shut angrily as memories flooded in his brain like a rocky landslide. He recalled the days before your relationship, how you treated you in those days.

There wasn’t a day that went by where he didn’t threaten or single you out. There wasn’t a day where he didn’t throw a glare your way. He was always there to patronize you, to tell you everything you were doing wrong.

He was such a jerk to you so....why did you say yes?

That day, in the city, when he confessed, you told him you felt the same way, you said yes to date him.

Why would you do that? We’re you so desperate that you settled for him? Surely you knew that you could do better than him; SO much better.

You always said it was because you knew he had feelings for you all along, that’s what he tried so hard to understand.

How could you possibly know? He was sure he didn’t drop any signs towards you, or mixed signals. But you always insisted you knew.

Is that why you’ve always been so nice to him? It always pissed him off when every time he snapped on you, you always shot back with a smile or a fun shrug.

So...you did know? Or are you just nice? How can you be nice to someone who treats you like shit?!

Even when you two got together, he was still an asshole. He constantly put his training first, some days he didn’t even spare you a word.

On dates, he never held your hand, he didn’t kiss you or walk with you in his arms. He didn’t even let you touch him for the first two weeks.

But you never complained. You never nagged at him to treat you different from others.

You never asked him to be anyone but Katsuki Bakugou.

Bakugou sighed and ran a hand down his conflicted face. You....you’re too good for him.

You’re something he doesn’t deserve. You deserve someone good, someone who matches your kind heart and beautiful smile...someone he can never be.

He wouldn’t blame you if you were sparing his feelings. Or if you were just amusing him in the sake of pity.

But it’s not like thoughts are possibilities- you aren’t like that, he knows that better than anyone. No one could keep up such a guise around Katsuki Bakugou, they’d crack by now- and you’re perfect, you wouldn’t do such a thing.

He looked down on you in his arms. You were so peaceful. So precious, so kind. Your face is so beautiful, and your heart is made of gold. And...

You’re his.

You’re his and no one else’s, and he be damned if anyone were to take you away from him. Does this make him selfish? Maybe, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

He might show it much, he’ll he doesn’t even say it much, but he loves you. He loves you so goddamn much, he couldn’t bare to lose you- even to someone who he knows will treat you better.

And he knows you love him, as hard as it is to believe it, and to hear it-hell even to feel it. He could write paragraphs on everything that makes you beautiful in his eyes and never run out of paper- though he would never say that out loud in a million years.

In his eyes, he couldn’t see you with anyone else. He wouldn’t- he COULDN’T let you go, he needs you to bad. He wouldn’t let some inferior extra take you away, and he wouldn’t settle for less than you.

He’s a selfish, selfish man who just happens to love the human equivalent of sunshine.

And if his sunshine deserves better....

He’ll be better.

✨(A/n): not me finishing this when I have two test assignments due:)))) if you like this drop in my Masterlist, and if my requests are closed, you can most certainly request a mini Headcannon or just drop in my inbox:33 and if you wanna be in my tags you can certainly ask!!

shutter!! 📸

AMBROSIA pt. I This is a world where all daily life relies on the magic of this mystical honey known as ambrosia. However, magic is starting to disappear and a princess goes to track down the origins a magic A concept project

1850s-1860s archery outfit.

Look at the cute little pocket diary hanging from her belt!

day 19(?): boredom got way worse, trying to make myself a victorian friend

BAKUGO ICONS

REBLOG IF U LIKE OR SAVE!!

@ all trans people about to attend online school:

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Kirishima doesn’t know how to tie shoe laces so he wears Velcro.

Tell me I’m wrong. Go ahead, I’m listening.

In fact I encourage you to debate me on this, I bet you couldn’t. Name one time he has not worn Velcro or slip on shoes.

His school shoes are Velcro, and could you guess what his hero shoes are???

Velcro.

Kirishima owns crocs for the gods sake. SLIP ON. S H O E S.

He was never taught how to tie his shoes, a true shame for his upbringing.

Now let’s take a look at official art, shall we?

SLIP ONS

Now look below

Ahhh, yes. Laces.

I know what you’re thinking, “oh, Dio, he is wearing laces therefore he mUsT be able to tie them”

WELL YOURE WRONG!!

Because standing right next to Kirishima in this official art is THIS MAN

(A blurry picture but besides the point)

And if you zoom out from that shoe picture you get this

A CLEAR IMAGE OF THEIR SHOES— and I know what you’re thinking again.

“Dio.... this means nothing. They are both wearing shoes, with laces..”

And you’re RIGHt they are both wearing shoes with laces. But what you failed to realize is that they are tied practically the same way.

Which means what?

That THIS man

tied tHIS MAN’S shoes

Therefore resting my case that Kirishima Eijirou cannot tie shoelaces.

Thank you.

how are ya feeling?

last night in the green eggs and ham discord server

If you could hear me scream. I found this on twitter and I’m not sure who made it but it’s hilarious

“Un petit chat sur un toit”

It starts out with Chat’s melody, then has a small, dark twist to it as a reference to his akumatized self, Chat Blanc, then goes back to its original melody.

You may use it as your ringtone <3

Please don’t repost anywhere else or claim it as your own, thanks!

Anyway I’ve never cried so damn hard in my life on god

Today's tea

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