Listen I Was Not Prepared For Milo’s Bare Ass

Wally/Maddie Headcanons

That are slightly AU because this is pretending Maddie isn’t scrambling to get her body back

We already know these idiots kiss in front of whoever, whenever. They’re even worse when they’re alone. If these two are missing from the group, it’s best not to try and track them down. They’ll wander back on their own … eventually.

Wally has the best time dragging Maddie into his shenanigans. He’s made it his personal mission to get her to let go, to live a little even in death. Dance, sing, crack jokes, be stupid. He feels giddy inside when he catches her laughing and having fun.

Maddie has the best time showing Wally her favorite horror movies. He’s an absolute weenie. Whether he’s doing it to make her laugh or because he’s genuinely scared, she isn’t sure. But watching him react is almost better than watching the movie itself.

Wally absolutely steals Maddie’s bra and tries it on. Stuffs his socks in the cups and parades around in it for her, doing a goofy voice and everything. She’s in stitches laughing at him. Bonus points if they thought they were alone, but Charley later razzes Wally for it. Maddie yet again loses it laughing at the way Wally’s face goes red.

I NEED HIM SO BAD I CANT EXPLAIN IT

The Gaang's hands (with Team Azula and Yue) + headcanons

This series was inspired by @thyinum's Avatar's Hands series!

I WISH THAT LIL ROPE THINGY WAS ME. also he looks hot with the fake piercing

THAT LOOK THE SMILE I WOULD MELT

Man’s aura is off the charts

Janet is the victim and you can’t change my mind

Milo Manheim

How is this picture not doing the rounds already?

The man is bloody beautiful.

I know I’ve said it before and I’ll fucking say it again but Katsuki Bakugou lovesssss when you refer to him as your “husband.”

I always see him as a guy who goes “Tell me you love me. Say it again” while you’re fucking. But I also think he slips in a “Who am I? Come on baby, tell me who I am?”

And a lot of people would think he wants you to answer “Dynamight” or “The Number One” or something that strikes his ego or whatever, “Big dick king” what ever.

But nope, he’s simply asking you to tell him what he is to you. He pulls out slowly, not all the way out, just enough where his leaking tip is lying patiently at your entrance. He looks down into your eyes, grabs your cheeks to make sure your eyes are open and looking at him and then he asks,

“What am I?”

And you moan and loom up at him through your lashes,eyes heavy with passion and lust. You lick your lips, and he watches your chest rise lightly as you inhale to answer him.

“My husband,” you coo, and as the last syllable slips from your tongue he pushes back in, grinding his cock into you like he’s carving a way for himself. You both groan at the same time as he bottoms out and you twitch around him.

“That’s right. I’m your husband. And you’re my perfect little wife.”