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that trope where the villain says to the hero "we're not so different, you know" or something along those lines and it causes the hero to question themselves and their actions is premium angst material but personally if it was me i wouldn't be intimidated by that at all. if some asshole with low standards had the audacity to compare themselves to ME, it'd be all the motivation i needed to kick their ass.

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i keep having this thought rotating in my brain and it's of bakugou so fed up with your differing schedules that he proposes in a phone call LOL

#willow #you need to be put down #what is this #WHAT IS THIS??? #its 8 am im CRYING IN THE OFFICE #gosh hes so #SICKENING #i can never anyone like him gosh !!!!! #he loves so beautifully and so idiotically #I JUST!!!! #bye

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Educate yourself and spread awareness with the help of these sites:

Al Jazeera - This is a news site that gives constant updates and information on Palestine.

Decolonize Palestine - This is a website that informs you about the history of Palestine, debunk myths, and gives out a lot of resources to look into.

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US Campaign for Palestinian Rights - This website includes numerous campaigns and resources you can look into and support.

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Arab.org - Just do your daily clicks and you get to donate for free. Please take the time to donate to all of the causes.

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Free Palestine.

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i will say. i will talk and write about shy, no rizz katsuki until i am dead in the ground BUT. i do think once he gains a bit more confidence in himself as a partner—he really becomes the same gremlin little shit he is about everything else.

starts feeling like he's got this relationship on lock and that's when the ass smacking begins.

#if by ass smacking u mean me smacking his ass then yes #IWKDOSJSONSNS #pls hes such a lil shit once he gets comfortable u start reminiscing abt him blushing all the way to his ears and his lil ‘shuddup’ #I HATE HIM LET ME HAVE HIS BABIS #BABIES

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Immortal yanderes who forcibly make you immortal and keep you on a long leash………. let you disappear for years on end knowing you’ll come back without a fuss bc they’re the only one who won’t shun you or die on you…………. willing to play the long game bc well. They have all the time in the world now don’t they? No need to be forceful, you’ll come around on your own. Even if it takes centuries for it to truly sink in they’ll be waiting for you with open arms……………

#OOOoooOooOooooooHHH #my body SHUDDERED

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₊˚⊹。4:59 a.m. | bakugo katsuki

wc: 682 summary: bakugo rises with the sun, and runs.  contains: angst, swear word, there are cute moments at the start tho, lots of things are ambiguous and alluded to (you can make what you want out of it!), written with f!reader in mind but i don’t mention any pronouns, reader is shorter than him, aged up to when bakugo is pro. a/n: writing warm-up for bakugo! wanted to explore a side to him that touches on some deep issues (that are not explicitly stated, but hopefully hinted at enough!) and wanted to give a go at angst too!!

comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

Bakugo rises with the sun, at the crack of dawn. 

He slips out of bed quietly and lifts the arm you have draped over his stomach. You sleep on your side most nights, curled against him with your nose tucked into the crook of his neck, because he smells good. Or something. 

He snorts at that, hardly believing it to be true; you both use the same body wash and shampoo.

There’s a small sliver of light—the early morning haze peeking through—draping over the bed, over the pillows and the comforter, highlighting the softest parts of you. It’s routine by now, that without fail, he always tucks you back in; he readjusts your pillow to fall right under your cheek and pulls the comforter back over you until you instinctively snuggle back into it. 

His workout clothes are always laid out the night before: a vest with compression leggings and running shorts. So he dresses in it, puts on his training shoes by the door, and almost always, 30 minutes after waking up, goes out and runs.

The sun is barely shining yet, the sky a blend of purple and orange hues; the breeze is cool and Bakugo runs against it, passing by the still-closed bakery he knows he’ll visit later, after, on his way back home to you. 

It feels good, getting the sweat out and the adrenaline in. 

Step-after-step, breathing out, breathing in. 

Running through a waking city, past buildings and parks, a river near the outskirts—there’s a mental clarity that comes with all of it.

To be sane. 

For the people.

For the job. 

His watch beeps—he just hit a new running pr. 

On his way back, there’s an old lady by a fruit stall who always insists on giving fresh seasonal fruits, for being a handsome, young man protecting the peace. Or something.

(Whose peace?)  

But he always buys two—of peaches, pears, bananas, anything, because that’s what you always do. One for him, one for you. 

“We can’t just take it for free, Katsuki! We should buy something too…” 

And when he gets back home, plastic bag full of fruits and your favorite bread on-hand, you greet him with his protein shake and his breakfast half-packed. 

You smile, eyes lit up like the morning sun, and you tiptoe, hands reaching to clasp at the back of his neck as he tuts, “‘M sweaty,” but he’s grinning, and you don’t care.

So you kiss him, a small peck—the trademark of spending mornings with you. 

He sits with you for a bit, eats the half-plated breakfast you made him as you ask him how his run went, and he grunts, answers with a few words, but that’s how you know it went well. 

At the part he hates the most, by the door, half-packed breakfast in his hands, you say goodbye and kiss him again, to wipe the grump off his face. Or something. 

It doesn’t work, but he pulls you in for a second one, deeper, with more longing, just so you know what he’s saying. 

(I want to stay.) 

Every morning, it’s like this. 

Every morning, it’s like this. 

Until it isn’t. 

And when you’re gone, when you leave (when he makes you)—

He still runs. 

At the crack of dawn, through a waking city—past the still-closed bakery he’ll visit later, for the bread he knows you love because it tastes like the day he met you. The breeze is cool when he goes past the park where you had your first date, and the sky is a blend of orange and blue by the river where you first said ‘i love you’. 

He gets the sweat out and the adrenaline in, but there’s no fucking mental clarity in this. 

Step-after-step, he runs, hoping for some way to reach you, for some semblance of you in all these places you’ve gone to. 

And it’s all there, but it’s not you. 

When he breathes in and breathes out, by the old lady at the fruit stall, she hands him her gift of seasonal fruits and he still buys two.

#why #whywhywhywhywhy #im unable to SPEAK #i want to Iwndosjosnsossnsi #thats so SAD #HE STILL BUYS TWO!!!

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you wear katsuki’s clothes to bed.

among all your cotton and silk pajamas, you prefer the thinning fabric of his faded tees. there are holes in some of them, just a few more seams away from their undoing as they fit far too large on you—but that’s why you love them.

they’re comfy and worn; lived in with love from the man that you love. when katsuki is gone for days or weeks at a time, you find his warmth intertwined within the threads of his t-shirts. when the fabric presses against your back, the bed doesn’t feel nearly as empty as it is.

(though it can never replace him. nothing can, you fear.)

“hoggin’ all my shirts,” he tuts, but you know it means nothing. the roll of white fabric is neatly folded unto itself, its crisp corners unfurling once handed over.

you giggle, shaking off its folds and fitting the hem right over your head. from the corner of your eye, you see katsuki’s gaze, watching you wrangle the fabric over you as the towel wrapped around your body slowly drops to the floor.

he turns away then, a little too quickly, a little too abruptly. if you look at him now, you’re sure you’ll find flushed cheeks and crimson eyes burning in shame for wanting you so inopportunely.

“guess you’ll just have to take me with it then.”

#yknow when u #cry so hard #heaving and weeping #and your tears and snot slide to your mouth #and you start breathing them in and out? #yeah im at that point rn #why would u say that #prev tags too #those are what made me S O B #gosh he loves so delicately #it makes me want to end it all for him

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Big, powerful men that think you’re just so sweet and innocent— Until you’ve got them on their knees and your strap down their throat.

#so unbelievably insane #my knees BUCKLED #im #pls this was everything and then some

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bakugou in a wet white tshirt and nipple piercings when

#i have never #ever #hit the rb button so aggressively in my life

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behold my regenerative pussy blast 432Hz

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Bakugou Katsuki

Bnha S7E2

#angy boi #🥹💗💗💗💗

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Do your blorbos ever look at each other inside your blorbo mansion and wonder “what the fuck is that guy doing here?”

#just imagining cloud and bkg glaring at one another #and slowly theyre seeing the similarities #the blond hair the buff arms the slutty waist #and theyre both like #ooooo #she has a type #then kuroo walks in like ‘heyyyy’ #OWNDOWNSOSJ #my blorbo mansion is very empty LEAVE ME ALONE

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Bakugou x fem!reader

Warnings: heavily selfship coded sorry, my own comfort fic?

a/n: Something I needed to hear. Something I know he’d tell me. So here ya go.

“So ya gonna tell me what’s wrong or am I gonna have to watch you attempt to hide your feelings the entire night?” 

To be clear, if this were coming from anyone but the love of your life you’d be pissed. Instead you feel…kinda guilty for trying to hide it. Especially considering he’s known there was something wrong the whole time. 

You don’t know why you do it. Just a natural instinct you suppose, but it never ceases to amaze you how Katsuki can always tell. 

“It’s nothing big Katsu, I’m fine,” you reply over your shoulder nonchalantly. 

The two of you have just come home from a dinner party with his parents. It was a nice evening; Mitsuki never stopped gushing over you and making fun of Katsuki for gushing over you and Masaru shared the recipe for the curry he made happily when you asked. 

Though the atmosphere was warm and laid back you couldn’t help but focus in on the one tiny hiccup in the night. 

A slip up, no not even that. A fleeting thought with no knowledge of what else was happening in the room. 

Which is why it irks you so much to be upset by it. Because it’s no one’s fault. And you wish very much that it could be. 

And Katsuki bringing attention to it now that you two were home well…that meant it upset you way more than you thought you were showing. You hear him sigh behind you as you slip off your shoes. Before you can turn around yourself though, he holds you by the waist and spins you to look at him. 

“You ain’t fine. Ya held it in all night at my parents, good job is that what you want me ta say? But you’re home now…you’re home with me now so you don’t gotta hold it in anymore,” he explains. 

The words are harsh…sort of, but you know he’s being sincere. He still has trouble expressing his frustrations with an intimate softness but he’s made leaps and bounds over the years. It’s something you’re used to, which is why you chuckle and try to shake him off. It really isn't worth the whole conversation the admittance will bring up and that’s what you tell him.

Katsuki’s fingers dig into your skin, he huffs out a frustrated breath and you watch his nostrils flare before he glares at you and wraps a hand around the back of your neck. Although the action seems dangerous, he’s still gentle and tender.

When he grabs your neck, it’s a strong hold. But his fingers drum softly against your skin before smoothing into a gentle caress. You nudge your forehead against his chin idly, and although you can tell he’s irritated with you, he still presses a chaste kiss to your forehead. 

“Look at me and listen when I say this cuz I’m only gonna say it once…” he asserts and you grin but nod your head for him to finish.

“You will always be worth it ta me. Your feelings will always be worth it ta me. Your past, your present, your future, your flaws, your dreams, your fears, all of it. It’ll always be worth it ta me. I’m not…good at this yet… at being a boyfriend but I’m tryin’ alright? I’m tryin’ for you, cuz you’re worth it. So if I ask you to tell me what the hell is goin’ on with ya, could ya do me a solid by trustin’ and tellin’ me?”

#🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 #made me so soft #sobbing

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drunkenly stumbling through the front door of kuroo's apartment, tripping over the pile of shoes in the hallway and whispering obnoxiously loud while he pushes you up against the wall and laughs all warm and soft as he kisses everywhere but your lips.

#he is everything to me

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I better see mer Ora and mer Nami kissing otherwise i’d be MAAAAAAAAAAD

the whole mermay idea i have makes me realize i am drawing a harem. YALL EXCEPT FOR 2 AJHASHASDH REALLY PUTTING THE WORD KING TO BAKUGOU

@kingkatsuki @katsukikitten @tteokdoroki @dienamights

a harem i tell you. but they all pretty so we accept it.

#YOURE SO CUTE IM BUNDLING U UP AND KISSING U FOREVER AND EVER

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they know what they’re doing and they’re trying to kill me personally