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Kind cloud boy Oboro Shirakumo. Ballpoint pen sketches.

Fandom: LOL Aizawa has no stuff.

Me: You fools. You sweet idiots. Look at this man. This is not a man with no possessions. This is a man who makes his possessions a problem for Other People, namely his long-suffering boyfriend, Present Mic.

Does Aizawa dress like a man who has ever thrown away a single article of clothing, no matter how much Mic implores him to please, Shouta, please throw those pants away, they were too short for you in high school, oh my god. No. The pants stay. What if Aizawa forgets to do laundry? He’ll want those pants then. And where do the pants live? Mic’s fucking dresser, which has been slowly conquered over the years since Mic first gifted Aizawa A Drawer, the proverbial inch that lead to the loss of the mile. A classic blunder.

Consider the five cases of jelly packets that Aizawa bought for the price of four (it would have been the height of illogic to pass up such a good sale) and are crammed into every corner of Present Mic’s kitchen. As a bonus challenge, each case is a different flavor, but Aizawa prefers variety, so Mic had to open each box and then store all 720 packets loose.

Or how about the fact that Aizawa has saved every dumb mix CD Mic has ever given him, which Mic finds touching and adorable and hates with all his heart, because he had to find places for all of them among his own CDs, which are meticulously organized by genre and artist. He tried turning them into playlists on Aizawa’s computer but Aizawa still won’t throw any of them away, even the joke ones that Mic made to teach him what rick-rolling is.

And don’t even get me started on the fucking cat magazines. FUCKING. CAT. MAGAZINES. Everywhere. All over the couch. Piled next to the bed. In the fridge for some reason?? Mic dumps armfuls of them into the recycling bin but the stacks remain. Photos of cats watch Mic from every corner of his home. Their wide eyes judge him.

And the worst part, THE WORST PART, is that Aizawa looks at the barely-restrained chaos that is Mic’s apartment, and compares it to his own room, which contains a sleeping bag and a phone charger, and considers himself to be the Neat One. Mic would murder him if it wouldn’t make another mess for him to clean.

prokopetz

Sometimes you’ll read everything a particular author has ever written, and by pulling together scattered, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it references from dozens of sources, realise that there’s a deeper message about our place in the cosmos underlying their work that no single piece could have conveyed.

Sometimes you’ll read everything a particular author has ever written, and by pulling together scattered, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it references from dozens of sources, realise that you’re about 80% sure they have a piss fetish.

levtuve

dtiys for pepip0i on insta 💙

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"i can probably get this fun new fic idea written out as a coherent oneshot in a few days, and then afterwards i can get back to writing my other project(s)" <- this is the devil speaking through you

knight-watch

reading/writing fanfiction about your otp be like:

A selfie that Mic sends Aizawa. Not risqué enough to get either of them in trouble at work if someone sees, but he knows that he'll go crazy for that exposed neck and stomach.