A Girl Can Dream - Blog Posts
Oh, how a gay demi-girl can dream of such a wonder. -credits to whoever this is on Pinterest-
Reddit can be a nasty place, but then you see posts like this one and it just makes your day a little bit better. Thoughts on Nemik’s manifesto from Andor in the context of Paulo Freire’s Pedagogy of the Oppressed. As the OP says, imagine that last section as read by Alex Lawther.
The things I would do for her😩
The things I would let her do to me😭
Sometimes you've gotta dress your barbarian up real fancy, even if it makes her blush <3
oh shoot, you also like dinosaurs?
i love dinosaurs so bad i cant begin to talk about it (thats a lie, i can totally talk about it)
Anxiety Reversed
summary: giftie. Wally is always there when you need him most, everything else be damned.
pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader
warnings: fluff. drabble. insinuated anxiety attack. comfort.
💌 written for @schoolspiritsfan14 based on their comment on Anxiety 2. i hope this fills some of the holes we all wish Wally would fill 😭
bon reading, frens
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Anxiety Reversed
Wally's off like a shot. Helmet tossed to the ground, cleats moving over pavement then linoleum, charging through the halls at speed toward the first-floor girls' bathroom.
Number 36, Matt Wilson, dashed onto the field after a quick break, beelining it to Wally with a summons. He'd seen you stumble into the bathroom from the library, breathing ragged, clearly unsteady, phone clutched in your hand—to call Wally, no doubt, but his phone was on silent in his gym bag in the boys' locker room, fuck.
Now, Wally skids through the door, pushes through the circle of concerned girls who all screech and yell at Wally that he's in the wrong place, get out, you can't be in here!
"Fuck. Off." He drops to his knees in front of you, hands on your shoulders, "Baby, hey, I'm here, I've got you."
Your breathing is short and shallow, body trembling under his touch, and he gathers you in his arms. Shifts. His back to the wall, your back to his chest, his hands cradling your ribs as he helps you breathe in a steady rhythm.
He starts to ramble about plays, about drills, about Coach and his new favorite all-star, Brandon Bowers. He's a dickhead, but Wally has to admit, he's good. Almost as good as Wally himself, though not quite. He tells you about the rat he's sure he saw scurrying out of the cafeteria on his way to practice, big as a cat, evil-eyed and scheming to take over the school.
That earns him a choked, hiccupy laugh, your body shaking for a different reason that puts a relieved smile on Wally's face. When he finally looks up, the crowd of girls is gone, the bathroom empty apart from you and him, and he relaxes further.
He has no trouble telling people where to go, but he doesn't want to piss off people who showed genuine concern, either.
"Thanks, Wally..." You murmur, finally breathing normally, curling up sideways in his arms and resting your head against his shoulder. "I just—"
"You don't need to explain, baby, it's okay." Wally insists.
You do anyway, "I forgot about the History project. Completely. And it's due tomorrow, and it's worth so much of our final grade—" Your words get thin, scratchy, and Wally squeezes you closer.
"Hey, hey, hey, I'll help you, okay? And, at worst, you can ask Ms. Fields for an extension, she's cool like that." He peeks down at you, looks you in the eye with a reassuring smile, "I promise, babygirl, it's gonna be fine."
"But—"
"Nope,"
"Wally!"
"Nuh-uh," He says with finality, "I make the rules. You're not going to fail, everything is going to be fine."
You give him a grumpy look, "Because you said so?"
"Exactly," He says, big, lopsided grin on his face. "Because I said so." And Wally does have the tendency to be right about things like this, so you have to believe him.
You seem to, settling into his arms, heaving a sigh and closing your eyes and letting Wally soothe the tension out of your arms and back for as many minutes as he sees fit.
Eventually, he makes it back on the field. Not to practice. Nah, that ship has sailed, sorry Coach, he has somewhere more important to be. With your hand in his, Wally tells Coach that he's got to go, something important has come up, but don't worry, he's game-day ready and won't let Coach down.
Coach eyes you, but Wally stands firm, dares Coach with his eyes to say anything. About you, about why Wally's cutting practice early, bring it on, he'll argue until he's as blue as his jersey.
When Wally gets you home, he's right on task, outlining the History project, brainstorming with you, helping you come up with what to say to Ms. Fields when you ask for an extension tomorrow.
"I'll be right there," Wally assures, pecks a kiss to your forehead, "Don't worry."
And he is right there, always, every time. Because that boy loves you so wholly and completely, nothing else in the world matters unless you have a smile on your face.
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Anxiety | Anxiety 2
also on AO3!
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a fluffy, cozy look at how Wally Clark delivers boyfriend-goals when you're on your period and everything sucks.
"dream job"? you misunderstand me. my ideal job is to dream. paid by the hour to snork mimimi. for as long i can remember i have had a passion for being snug as a bug in a rug
ngl I think the funniest thing Kripke could do is just make Misha’s role on The Boys just as normal as possible. He’s just a guy that nothing particularly bad happens to. He asks Jensen for the time or something, maybe spills his coffee
got 100 problems, and 99 would be solved by going to the dance club from batman beyond 🦇
i have a feeling you got everything you wanted, & you're not wasting time stuck here like me. you're thinkin' it's a small thing that happened the world ended when it happened to me . . .
Kisuke x Reader : New Dress?
Hi!!!! So I tried to write a little blurb/oneshot for first time!!!! I hope y’all enjoy! Feel free to leave feedback! I had my friend choose the character cuz I couldn’t decide and she said Kisuke just looked like he served so !!!
Only warning is slightly suggestive?
W/c: 400
The sun was gleaming on Karakura town. The weather was finally nice enough to where your new sundress that had been hung up awaiting the day it finally saw light. It had a fitted top with a deep sweetheart neckline and a lace lined skirt, that perfectly swayed at each rock of your hips.
When Kisuke had scene you open up the door to his shop, he was not prepared for the sight before him; the sun beaming across your side shining along your hair in the soft breeze and guiding his eye down your figure in the dress. He was almost happy his face was covered with his fan as his jaw dropped upon seeing you. His eyes lingered on the plunging neckline as well as the bare legs that were exposed to him, and he so wished to see the remainder that hid underneath that skirt.
“Good morning Kisuke!” She’d said almost too sweetly for him. He replied in his usually bubbly manner as she strided up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek unbeknownst to him, leaving a stain in her wake as she giggled at the sight. The bold color against his pale skin making quite the statement.
“That’s a new dress isn’t it?” Asked Kisuke still a little shocked at the unknown outfit before him, as he was usually the reviewer for the try-on haul after shopping.
“Yes! I got it as a little present due to working so much back during the holidays, and since the weather is finally nice enough, I thought it’d be perfect for today! What do you think?” Her eyes flickered up inquisitively with dashes of excitement about the item as he pondered looking her up and down for another few moments.
“It looks quite good on you. But I know how it would look better. . .” He slowly puts his hands on her waist giving a slight squeeze.
Knowing full well of the thoughts of this perverted businessman she leans over towards him, giving quite the teasing view to him, making him look her in the eyes for a moment before looking back. “And how would it look better hmmm??”
He opts to lean forward and stand having her over his shoulder and striding to the bedroom while shouting to Tessai, “Close shop for today. It’s such a nice day might as well enjoy it!”