And the whole changing name business?? 10/10 they got goal keepers spot on. We’re all just morons (/pos) trying to be cool/intimidating Lmfaoo I adore him.
one of my fave ted lasso things is getting really, REALLY attached to one of the secondary team cast. mine is thierry zoreaux. he is so dear to me.
this man has everything. he’s a goalie. he’s jewish. he wants to wear bright red yeezys to a funeral. he walked into your neighbour's house by accident. he gets really into LARPing with dani and some children. he yells the numbers and colours in the lasso special. he’s even canadian.
iwaizumi's favorite shirt is a faded old oversized godzilla tee that he's had since high school. the navy blue fabric has gone nearly threadbare in some places, the neck has certainly seen better days. and there's a finicky hole that needs to be re-sewn in one of the armpits before it gets too out of hand again.
oikawa, mattsun, and makki all learned the hard way at one point or another that one does not borrow iwaizumi's godzilla t-shirt—not even when one is camping and "iwa-chan, you're the only one who has a spare dry shirt left, and it's freezing out, you stingy bastard!"
so when you pad over to the front door early one fall morning to let the boys inside while iwaizumi finishes packing for their hike, you're met with several curious and somewhat dumbfounded stares when they see the shirt you're wearing as pajamas.
“IWA-CHAN, YOU FINALLY DID IT?!” oikawa calls out suddenly.
“does this mean i don’t have to keep it a secret anymore?” makki exhales in relief, fist-bumping mattsun.
“let me see the ring, he wouldn’t show me,” oikawa gestures impatiently toward your hand. “he’s had it for months.”
you blink in confusion. oikawa looks down at your very empty ring finger and also blinks in confusion.
“out. right now. all of you with your big, dumb, giant ugly mouths, get out,” iwaizumi barks from somewhere behind you.
it’s only once the front door swings shut and the entryway goes quiet that you finally turn around.
—and you find your boyfriend on one knee, his shirt halfway on and toothpaste smeared on his cheek.
“i did have this entire thing planned out for later tonight,” he sighs, smiling up at you, the diamond in his hand reflecting in the soft morning light.
(at the wedding, oikawa’s speech is a 5-minute monologue about how a 14-year-old iwaizumi once told him—after punching him in the face for trying to steal that very shirt from his closet—that the only other person he’d ever let wear it would be his future wife.)
Without Bobby Singer, Dean Winchester would have killed himself before Sam’s first death in season 3. Without Bobby Singer, Sam Winchester would have fallen into a depression and gotten himself killed on a mission or drank himself into an early grave following Dean’s suicide. Without Bobby Singer, the world is never saved, not because of his knowledge or his research, but because he loved those boys, because the Winchester boys were his sons, that he loved more than anything in this life and the next.
In this essay I will…
Do you ever feel like bleak and just so fucking tired and rundown and idk… cynical? Maybe defeated is the right word? By the world, so much so that you wish you could shut your eyes and yell “lalalalalala I can’t hear you!!!!” Like you’re 6 years old again and your little brother is trying to tell you that mom said it’s his turn to swing on the swing? And then you see something. And it reminds you that complacency is guilt, even support, in the face of evil. And your thrust back into the world, but you don’t know how to do anything to help and even when you so it doesn’t seem like enough and it doesn’t feel like it matters and you just wanna go back into the little room of pretty things and beautiful songs and ignore the secret outings raising money for “the cause” and- but you must keep going because you know deep down it’s the right thing to do even if you feel like Sisyphus and you feel like nothing will change and your scared and sore and tired and battered and bruised but timidly hopeful and determined and-
Idk.
Ohhhh the plans I have for you…
Dudes—
Bakugou literally has hyperhidrosis. Make him switch shirts constantly, or constantly wiping his hands, or outright refusing to touch things because nitroglycerin is a volatile substance.
Midoriya is constantly chewing on his lips or thumb while in thought. Either his lips are SO chapped or he’s a skin picker and the skin around his finger tips are super rough.
Uraraka is a poor kid. She would absolutely have some kind of financial anxiety. Make her be extremely frugal OOOORRR BETTER YET make her absolutely awful with money.
Aizawa is a hypersomniac. Give the man a nightmare disorder or something. We can be more imaginative than just always kinda tired.
Kirishima has/had really bad quirk envy. Please I need to see this addressed more. Even at the best hero school, in the top class, he talks down on his quirk.
Todoroki really doesn’t think very much. He acts quickly but very thoughtlessly. Coming to incorrect conclusions and moving too fast without knowing what to do next.
Absolutely insane talent!!!
feels we’re due another intro post, so—hello, supernatural fandom! you have probably seen me around by now over the past few months. i’m painting one still from every single episode of supernatural. i’m three seasons down, on to the fourth, and i’m very proud of what i’ve created so far!
i thought i should make another post explaining the project now that i’m getting into the meat of the narrative and i’ve hit cas. i think season four is my most ambitious season yet and i’m so excited to share what i’ve been working on with you all. here’s some of my favorite stills❣️
“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
You guys shouldn’t be so judgemental of The Winchesters, it’s Jensen’s first fanfiction he’s trying his best
Claiming this nrg! !
I want to write my fic I want to write my fic I want to write me fic---
staring at the blank page before you open up the dirty window let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find reaching for something in the distance so close you can almost taste it release your inhibitions feel the rain on your skin no one else can feel it for you only you can let it in no one else no one else can speak the words on your lips drench yourself in words unspoken live your life with arms wide open today is where your book begins the rest is still unwritten
Except I missed most of it 😭
hastily slapped this together in a few seconds
Howdy, love! I’m Alex!This is a fanfic blog, I fear. No tolerance of hate of any kind! She/Her // 19 // Bi Asks are open! <3
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