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deku sneak attack
kacchan berates deku over not taking care of himself, but he will still go to class even when he’s puking his guts out and at the verge of passing out bc like hell is he allowing his rank to go down bc of some disease
Izuku: Kacchan, would you still love me if I got a bowl cut?
Bakugou: Deku, I swear to god -
Izuku: TODOROKI SAID HE KNEW HOW TO CUT HAIR
The cats been obsessively staring and growling at the one corner of the house for hours now, the fur on its back standing on end. Finally it stops staring at the corner… but now its staring behind you.
“You’re….. touching me”
His breathless voice finally cut through your panic, making you freeze and properly take in your actions as you tried to calm your racing heart and mind. Sure enough, your bare hands were gently cupping his face as you stared down at him, his own wide eyes staring back up at you. With a gasp of shock and horror, you quickly ripped them away, stepping back.
The two of you had been friends for years now, having met in a bizarre little antique shop one day, when you had unthinkingly spewed some useless facts at him. Unlike others, he had been delighted, and the two of you had hit it off ridiculously fast, hurling bizarre and creepy facts and jokes at each other with a childish glee. It had been the beginning of a beautifully strong friendship, one that had only gotten stronger over time.
Which is why you knew you had no excuse.
From day one it had been clear that he was extremely averse to touch, keeping himself covered almost head to toe, no matter the weather, and shying away from any possible contact. Over the years, you had come to accept that it was just part of who he was.
Despite the fact that you were a very tactile and affectionate person, you never tried to push for more, even stepping up to defend him when others tried to brush past his boundaries, something he found endlessly amusing and endearing, much to your embarrassment. It had been a learning curve, given your nature, but you had learnt eventually, doing your best to make sure he didn’t have to go reminding you to keep your distance all the time. It wasn’t your place to force him to change, that wasn’t what friends did.
When you had seen him fall though, your heart had almost stopped beating. You had been almost beside yourself as you raced down to meet him, just as he managed to drag himself up onto the river bank. There was no logical way he could have survived such a fall, and yet there he was, looking completely unharmed. Your panicked mind was having difficulty comprehending it.
Unthinkingly, you had reached out, searching him desperately for wounds, oblivious to his harsh flinch and then the slack expression of awe that eventually followed. Devastated that you had breached his trust after so long, you began apologising rapidly, even more tears falling as you pulled away. You knew there was no excuse for your fuck up, not after having known him for so long.
Before you could move far, his hands shot out, latching onto your wrists tightly. The action made you freeze and fall silent, staring down at his large hands in shock.
Slowly, he pulled you closer, still kneeling on the river back, clothes and hair soaked as he stared at you in wide eyed wonder. With careful motions, he pulled off one of his thick leather gloves, hesitating for a moment, before brushing his cold skin against yours.
You watched in silence as his whole body shuddered, feeling your panic begin to bloom again as his eyes welled up with tears.
“You can touch me…” He whispered breathlessly again.
Confused, you simply watched him in silence, heart aching as you saw him shake at the simple touch. Carefully, he pulled your hand back to his face, hesitating before all but nuzzling into it.
“You can touch me!”
Your attempt to reply was cut off as his awe filled words dissolved into an almost hysterical giggle. Deciding to stay silent for now, you slowly knelt before him, carefully pulling him into your arms. Instantly, he all but melted into your embrace, clutching at you desperately as he let out a mix between a laugh and a sob, his entire body shaking like a leaf.
Pushing aside your confusion, you simply held him, soothingly rubbing his back as he kept murmuring deliriously into your neck, seeming almost starved for your touch now that he had felt it. There were lots of questions that you wanted to ask, but now was not the time. For now, you simply held him as you both cried, knowing that somehow he was going to be alright.
And that was more than enough for you.
Male and female brains aren’t wired differently
New research, published in October in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, concluded that despite size discrepancy, there’s no functional difference between men’s and women’s brains. “Male” brains and “female” brains simply don’t exist. In fact, there’s significant overlap.
Drabble Challenge!
Repost this. Followers/Readers send numbers to your Ask. You write a fic/drabble using that line in your piece. Have fun! Expect a ton of requests!!
“That’s starting to get annoying”
“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”
“You can’t just sit there all day.”
“I’m too sober for this.”
“I’m not here to make friends.”
“I need a place to stay.”
“Well, that’s tragic.”
“You’re seriously like a man-child.”
“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”
“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”
“Dear Diary, …”
“She’s hiding behind the sofa.”
“I lost our baby.”
“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
“I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”
“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”
“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
“What’s the matter, sweetie?”
“You’re Satan.”
“I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”
“I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”
“Did you just hiss at me?”
“Do you really need all that candy?”
“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”
“I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”
“The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”
“No. Regrets.”
“How drunk was I?”
“How is my wife more badass than me?”
“Be you. No one else can.”
“I haven’t slept in ages.”
“I locked the keys in the car.”
“Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”
“You work for me. You are my slave.”
“Take your medicine.”
“They’re monsters.”
“Welcome to fatherhood.”
“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”
“It’s your turn to make dinner.”
“The kids, they ambushed me.”
“Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”
“Stop being so cute.”
“I feel like I can’t breathe.”
“You need to see a doctor.”
“You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”
“I was a joke, baby. I swear.”
“Dogs don’t wear clothes!”
“I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…”
“Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”
“This is girl talk, so leave.”
“Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”
“There’s a herd of them!”
“Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”
“They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.”
“You’re a nerd.”
“I’m late.”
“Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”
“You smell like a wet dog.”
“I could punch you right now.”
“Are you going to talk to me?”
“Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”
“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”
“Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?”
“Here, take my blanket.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“How could I ever forget about you?”
“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”
“Run for it!”
“We need to talk.”
“Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”
“I want a pet.”
“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”
“I’m not wearing a dress.”
“I’m not wearing a tie.”
“Quit beating me up!”
“Please put your penis away.”
“It’s a Texas thing.”
“Don’t argue. Just do it.”
“I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”
“Does he know about the baby?”
“Hold still.”
“I just ironed these pants!”
“Enough with the sass!”
“Show me what’s behind your back.”
“I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”
“Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”
“Stay awake.”
“STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”
“You’re not interested, are you?”
“I’m not buying ikea furniture again.”
“Tell me you need me.”
“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”
“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
“I had a bad dream again.”
“Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”
“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”
“You’re not going to starve yourself on Thanksgiving.”
“The store ran out of Easter eggs.”
“How could you forget your son’s birthday?”
“You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”
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What people think writing is like: careful planning and thought out plotlines
What writing is actually like: being possessed by an idea that you are constantly arguing with
me: i wanna write
someone: then… write?
me:
“smile, kacchan!”
inspired by the fav tropes trend on twitter
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BakuDeku “You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.” If you have the time of course. ❤️
Izuku loves U.A. He has since his first year, and he probably will after he graduates March. It’s where he’s met so many of his good friends, where he learned so many new things, where he was finally able to chase his dream.
But as much as he loves U.A., he also looks forward to every weekend when he gets to go home. Third years have free reign to come and go as they please as long as they’re back by Monday for classes. Its a freedom they weren’t permitted in their first year, and with everything that happened in their second… Well, it’s just nice to feel a little independent.
And, it helps that every weekend, he gets to meet Katsuki at the front of the dorms, and they ride the train back to their neighborhood. There hadn’t been any plan, and neither had said anything to the other, but instead had found them falling naturally together after Saturday classes as they headed for home. It wasn’t awkward, even if Katsuki’s quiet as Izuku babbles like he is now. Their feet lead them away towards the train station as Izuku rants about his dorm neighbor.
“What’s got you in such a sour mood, nerd?” Katsuki says as soon as he sees him.
His face screwed up in disgust, Izuku glares at him. “You don’t want to know.”
Katsuki snorts, raises one brow. “Oh, yeah? Try me.”
Izuku internally smiles. He likes this with Katsuki. A lot.
“He’s doing on purpose, of course,” Izuku scowls. “Yuuga-kun makes a habit of knowing my most embarrassing secrets.” Like my crush on you, he doesn’t say. “Once, I found him putting cheese into my tea. My tea, Kacchan!”
“What the fuck was he doing that for?”
Lowering his voice, Izuku’s nose crinkles in disgust. “He said it was an aphrodisiac to help me with my problem.”
With a huge guffaw, Katsuki throws his head back and bursts into laughter, his shoulders shaking and his eyes squeezed closed. Izuku’s completely taken aback, gaping as Katsuki’s laughter echoes down the empty street, loud and ringing. It peters off into snorting little chuckles, and Katsuki turns to him, his eyes still turned up and sparkling. His face slackens when he meets Izuku’s stare.
“What?” he says, glaring.
“O-Oh, sorry!” Izuku squeaks, coming back to himself. His eyes drop to the ground, sheepish. “You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.”
“Oh,” Katsuki says, and goes silent for a long moment. Izuku glances up, and Katsuki’s eyes are fixed ahead, down the road, and his face is just the slightest hint of pink as he shrugs. “Guess you’re just not that funny.”
“You say I’m funny looking all the time!”
“Yeah, but not like funny ha-ha!” Katsuki snaps.
“Is that a compliment?” Izuku asks, half-way laughing in disbelief.
Katsuki glares at him. “You’d be dead if it was.” And Izuku breaks into a peal of laughter, completely missing the satisfied look on Katsuki’s face as they continue on their way home.
“don’t say another word…” (based of their fight against all might in the final exams)
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then you’re left in the dust unless i stuck by ya you’re a sunflower i think your love would be too much
happy birthday izuku!!
au where everything is the same but they have facebook
these are the money bakugous, rb for explosive prosperity
if ur hands are cold it’s just ur ghost boyfriend holding ur hand
Happy birthday my sunshine boy🌻💕
I don't know why, but I always associated Izuku with a sunflower😅
the ribbon eel looks like some sort of fantasy creature, like sometimes i LOVE the ocean and the weird animals that live in it
i love these weird eels
First known omnivorous shark species identified!
The Bonnethead shark (Sphyrna tiburo), is a species of hammerhead that is abundant in critical seagrass habitats.
Recent research on the stomach and digestive physiology of these sharks have shown that they consume lots of seagrass (up to 62.1% of gut content mass) and have specialised enzymes for digesting plant material (cellulose).
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A Gremlin™ appears
big frog prince compilation
Since joining Tumblr, I’ve met a lot of young queer people. Look, I’m a bisexual man in a gay relationship, and I’m approaching 30. I was still a kid when Matthew Shepard’s story was being covered on the news. I remember thinking, “I better keep my mouth shut about these feelings I’m having.”
And then I met Dominic when I was 12, and people could see how in love we were. And we got the shit beat out of us. The year I met him, some kids in the grade above me held me down against the bleachers in our gym and stomped on my hand until my fingers broke. Instead of sending me to the nurse, the teacher sent me to the assistant principal to explain the situation. She asked why the kids had beat me up. I said, “They were calling me gay.”
Her response was, “Well, are you?”
My, “I don’t know,” earned a call to my parents, and I was outed. Efforts were made to keep me from seeing Dom. Throughout high school, Dom’s stepmother intensified these efforts. He slept in the basement of the house. Although he was an incredibly talented student, he was prohibited from participating in any extracurriculars. He suffered a lot of physical abuse during those years.
The day he turned 18, he packed up everything he had and walked to my house, and we’ve lived together ever since. Things are better, but they’re not perfect. I’ve had trucks pull up next to me at stoplights and, seeing the pride sticker on my car, through old drinks and garbage into my window. I no longer speak to my dad’s side of the family. I haven’t been to see them for Christmas or Thanksgiving in years. One of my uncles had cornered me at Thanksgiving when I was 17 and said, “I’m not going to judge you, but I’d be happy to break your neck so God can do the judging a little sooner.”
I joined a support group for trans and intersex people. When I joined, 40 people attended regularly. Within the year, the group was half the size it had been. Some couldn’t make it anymore, because they were staying at the shelter, where their stay hinged on them agreeing to instead to attend homophobic sermons. Some were put in correctional therapy. Five of them died. Three of those, I didn’t know, but I knew Alex, the 19 year old who was fag-dragged in Kentucky and died a day later in the hospital, and I knew Stephanie, who went home to Alabama to care for her mom in hospice and was beaten to death with a baseball bat by her mom’s boyfriend.
Tumblr is not reality. The dynamic here does not reflect the dynamic out there. Here’s the part where I finally make a point, and it might be extremely unpopular - but guys, value your allies. Value each other. We are met with enough hate in our daily lives to enter an online safe-space and meet more hate from our own, over petty things. Don’t go after one another over every little thing you find problematic.
Learn to see nuance. Maybe the word “queer” bothers you, and you see a gay man using it as an umbrella term. Maybe someone called a trans man a trans woman because they’re confused about terminology, but the post where they did it was voicing support for the trans community. Maybe someone is just asking a question, wanting to learn more. Stop. Attacking. These. People.
Allies are being driven away. Members of our own community are being ostracized. Others are feeling nervous and estranged, and it’s largely because of places like Tumblr, where the social justice movement is quickly becoming violent and radical. I am begging you, stop nitpicking “problematic” things and start directing your efforts to create real change. When it comes to comes to your allies, forget the “social justice warrior” mentality and put down your torch. Educate calmly. Be respectful. Be understanding. Be forgiving. And I’m certainly not saying that your anger doesn’t have a good place - when you are met with bigots on the street, congress members who want to pass hateful laws, violent protesters, abusive parents, prejudiced teachers, that is when you need to be a warrior. That’s when it counts. In the real world. When you have the opportunity to protect people from real harm. Attacking your would-be allies via anonymous asks is just going to lose us ground in the long run. And we don’t have time for that, not when trans women of color are being murdered every day, not when states are still fighting against marriage equality, not when there are politicians in office who believe that trans people are possessed by demons, not when we’ve just lost 50 brothers and sisters to one gunman, not when the media won’t even admit that the attack was homophobic.
Please step back. Look at the big picture. Look at where we are, globally. Don’t just log on to your safe space and attack your allies over small missteps. That’s like washing the dishes in a house that’s on fire, kids. Let’s fight on the battlefield, and when we come home to each other, let’s just focus on bandaging up our wounds so we can go out and win the war.
I love that Katsuki Bakugou is apparently just… Friend shaped. He wants nothing to do with anyone else for at least the first 14-15 years of his life, but people just decide to befriend him anyways.
Izuku’s absolutely dedicated to protecting and defending Katsuki as his childhood friend despite us never seeing Katsuki so much as be nice to him. If anything Katsuki has tried everything in his power to unfriend Izuku, but Izuku just straight up refuses.
Kirishima basically just decided he was Katsuki’s friend during/after the USJ attack. Did Katsuki get a say in this? Nope. He does resign himself to it, and eventually starts to return the friendship, but that takes awhile.
Even the League of Villains just took one look at this explosive, foul mouthed, angry, uncontrollable child and were just like ‘Ah, yes, this right here is the perfect ally material’. Not even ‘a good possible weapon’ or ‘hey strong quirk for a new nomu’. Nope, an ally that Tomura wants unharmed and treated as an equal.
Maybe the nitroglycerin acts a friend pheromone somehow. It’d explain why people keep looking at him and being like ‘yeah, that teenage boy with the firepower of an actual missile and the personality equivalent of a monstrous hybrid between a mongoose, a regular goose, and a badger, I wanna be friends with him.’
Class 1a: *playing truth or dare*
Kaminari: Midoriya, I dare you to call your dad
Midoriya: Hey siri, call dad
Siri: calling daddy
Midoriya: WAIT NO
Bakugou: *phone starts ringing*
Class 1a: ...
デルタルーン面白すぎたので鬼久しぶりに投稿です