GRENADE.

gods are stubborn. so am i.

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So fierce is the passion that burns within my heart, a raging forest fire, unstoppable and all consuming.

Michael Faudet (via wordsnquotes)

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dualborn:

       ❛ … says the one that grabbed his collar, ❜ he responds, completely unphased by bakugou’s that are by no means empty. the other student, however, wasn’t that unphased and gave shoto a somewhat pleading look not to make it escalate further. shoto took notice of it and made an attempt not to make the situation worse though it would appear that the teacher had other plans as they announced that as part the special rescue training they have to work together in duos. to make matters worse they will only be graded on teamwork and nothing else. 

the fact that the winning team will be receiving an advantage in the retake exam went completely unheard as shoto sighed upon hearing who he got partnered up with. still, he cannot allow himself to falter just yet, he needs those points in order to catch up with those that did pass. he just hopes it is enough for making this work somehow. 

     “Hah!?” Katsuki’s voice is harsh, and he continues to grip the boy’s collar tight, shaking him with an iron fist. There’s no time for a response before the teacher is speaking, stating a rescue task and teams of two heroes who will be carrying out their missions based on nothing but their ability to work together. And Katsuki is paired with Todoroki. His gaze jerks towards his would be partner, eyes wide with fury. He’d already been unlucky enough to be paired with him once this year, why the fuck does he have to be paired with him again!?

“Sensei I’m not workin' with him!” Especially not after their most recent interaction. Fucker’s always so calm, so close to Deku as well, and it pisses Katsuki off. The teacher seems to grasp this friction and simply says that he’ll work with who he’s told to or it’s an automatic fail. What’s worse, they’ll be rescuing the guy who’s shirt is currently being crushed to creases in Katsuki’s fist. This is turning out worse than he could have ever possibly imagined...

[rip-in-peace-eraserhead]

Guys...

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[wordsnquotes]

I’d love to, but only with you.

Morrissey, “I’d Love To,” Viva Hate (via wordsnquotes)

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tsuyuirichan:

Everyone needs a support system but she supposes its in his nature to self destruct. Somebody with a quirk like his destroys but even in destruction one is capable of creation. The melon soda tastes sweet on her tongue and she holds it as though it’s something precious and breakable. 

She wonders if everyone in his life is kept at least an arms length away and if it manifests due to his destructive power. What he has to be so angry about she doesn’t know, Tsuyu sips her soda. “You don’t have to take it,” she points out. “I gave everybody here one things even if it was small and realized I hadn’t gotten to you.”

It must be exhausting being him. After Tsuyu calms down from being mad her entire body feels completely spent and exhaustion kicks in. With hands curled into a fist constantly she isn’t shocked his first instinct is to punch. 

He interests her. The wisest decision she should make right now is to turn tail and leave him be but she’s compelled to stay. “Since we’re all together I thought I’d do something nice.”

     Katsuki knows next to nothing about Frog face, except that she’s quieter than Black Eyes, less probing than Round Face, and doesn’t have as much of a stick up her ass as Pony Tail, but that doesn’t mean that he likes her any better---just that she’s slightly more tolerable than the others.

However, it’s his displeasure to discover that she’s not as quiet as he had at first thought, and he finds his shoulders tensing the more she talks. He doesn’t really get the need for polite chatter ( in case it had escaped anyone’s attention, he’s not polite ). Dumbasses like Kirishima and Kaminari thrive on talking aimlessly about nothing, but Bakugou can’t stand it, it’s frustratingly pointless and he prefers silence. Any domain he inhabits has to adhere to a strict set of guidelines, it has to be his.

Katsuki’s fingers tighten on the chopsticks he’s using to stir the sauce in the pan, voice a tight rasp of irritation, “If you’re gonna stay then shut the fuck up.”

[taichichuwhat-deactivated202201]

- Big cinnamon roll… Little menace. 

I bet this man smiles whenever he looks at dandelions.

From the series: Bakugou Katsuki falls asleep on people he likes. I’m a sucker for the “some things never change” trope.

Edit: Please go read the cutest baku-family fic to ever grace AO3 by the lovely @sex-cymbal, I’m still in tears… happy tears. Don’t send me help.

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delawaresmash:

Katsuki was so predictable it was almost nostalgic, especially in the way he never failed to surprise Izuku to the point of speechlessness. The sudden slap against his hand had emerald eyes widening, lips parting in a silent, close to offended gasp as the blood-soaked gauze slipped free from his grip and flew elsewhere on the ground. Izuku sat still for a moment, gaze focused away from the other as his insults pounded in his ears.

Ten years had passed, and indeed, Bakugou Katsuki hadn’t changed at all.

Especially when it concerned him.

Teeth gritted together, Izuku most likely looked just as furious as his head snapped back towards the blond, eyebrows settled in a deep frown.

“If these were just small cuts, they wouldn’t be bleeding so badly. And you might be okay with taking risks, but I am not, because I am here to assure that you and all heroes here are in top shape to keep on working properly,” Izuku’s voice elevated in volume, each word carrying a bite of its own as he stomped towards the fallen gauze, haunling it back from the ground so he could throw it in the nearest trash bin, movements a little more forceful than necessary,

“And you, Bakugou,” The doctor had the fearless audacity to snarl, turning his entire body towards Katsuki again, “I don’t care what you think or not about me as a person, but you will not be allowed to work for a while unless you let me do my fucking job too!” Midoriya Izuku cursing out loud with such rage wasn’t something so often seen, but he paid no attention to the surprised gasps from the nurses loitering nearby.

Pulling a single bench from inside the ambulance so he could sit down next to Katsuki, there was a moment of silence as he managed a mask over his mouth and nose, and another clean gauze, wet with a cleaning solution. This time, however, Izuku didn’t immediately touch Katsuki — his free hand was extended towards him, head nodding towards Katsuki’s injured arm as green bore into red, unflinching.

     Even if he hadn’t succeeded in becoming a hero Deku has grown some serious balls, and it pisses Katsuki off more than he had ever thought possible. After leaving middle school and going to UA he'd thought he’d be through with this, for good.

He can’t understand it, but Deku has always made him feel weak; for a while he had always been there, reminding Katsuki that he wasn’t as strong as the hero he’d wanted to become. Now, in the aftermath of battle, he's still just as human as he’d always been, still as capable of getting hurt. But that’s not the problem. Cuts and bruises are fine, they’re nothing, but Deku, with his entire being---with the very profession he'd chosen after being rejected from UA---has highlighted, in a moment that should be victorious, that Katsuki is nothing more than breakable skin.

The trickle of sticky blood clings to his brow and he swipes it as furiously as he’d swiped Deku’s hand away not moments before. Anger swirls in his chest, but he can feel a depth to it, something that reaches deep into the darkest parts of him and tugs at his heart in painful ways.

Why the fuck does it have to be Deku? Why the fuck does it always have to be Deku? Why the fuck does this little turd make him feel this way? He shouldn’t be anything more than a pebble long left behind, yet it’s like he’s driving into Katsuki’s side, deep into his chest and digging up the worst of him.

His hands ball against the metal floor of the ambulance, face turned from Deku’s imploring green eyes, “Fuck you,” He hisses, “Just cause you grew some fuckin’ balls it doesn’t make you better than me so don’t fucking act like you are. Like I’m just gonna let some little shit stain like you touch me.”

Why the fuck does it have to be Deku? At this point he’d let one of the nurses patch him up instead, anyone but fucking Deku. // @delawaresmash

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REPOST, DON’T REBLOG. Post TEN characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as and might bring back, then tag ten people to do the same. ( If you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can. Feel free to go over ten, too. )

TAGGED BY: sweats

CURRENTLY PLAYING:

Bak.ugou Kats.uki - Bo.ku no He.ro Acad.emia

HAVE PLAYED:

Sas.ha Bra.us - Shin.geki no Kyo.jin

Je.an Kirsc.htein - Shing.eki no Kyo.jin 

Kage.yama Tob.io - Hai.kyuu!! 

Iwai.zumi Haj.ime - Haik.yuu!! 

La.nce - Voltro.n Legen.dary Defend.er 

Killy - Blame! 

WANT TO PLAY:

Ru.by R.ose - RW.BY 

Prin.cess Allu.ra - Volt.ron Lege.ndary Defen.der 

Sta.rfire - Te.en Tita.ns ( 2003 )

Princ.ess Zel.da - The Leg.end of Ze.lda Twi.light Princ.ess

Ash.ido Mi.na - Bo.ku no H.ero Acad.emia 

Kag.eyama Yu.uko - Bn.HA OC

Kagey.ama “Mo.b” Shi.geo - Mo.b Psy.cho 100

La.pis Laz.uli - Ste.ven Univ.erse

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sturdywilled:

    Absently, Kirishima peels the front of his shirt away from his stomach and shakes it out in a vain attempt to alleviate the sticky heat clinging to his skin, gaze drawn towards his companion at his muttered, irritated words.

    Bakugou’s reaction is somewhat expected; it’s a typical response that leaves Kirishima entirely unfazed and undeterred, head tilting back as an amused laugh tumbles past his lips. He knows how lame it sounds, wanting to play a pointless game for no apparent reason other than to ‘pass some time’, but Kirishima isn’t exactly willing to admit to the fact that he’s using it as an excuse to get to try and get to know Bakugou a little better.

    There is also a more obscure reason behind his suggestion of such a game, a reason that nearly has him breaking out in a sweat that has nothing to do with the oppressive, inescapable summer heat bearing down upon them without respite, but until the time is right ( whenever that may be ), he has no intention of acknowledging it.

   “ Alright! I’ll start then! ” Kirishima exclaims hurriedly after a beat of silence, folding his arm back behind his head as he ruminates on a question that won’t be a complete waste of Bakugou’s time— something normal, but not too boring or invasive… 

    The question comes to him when he tilts his head to look over at his best friend for inspiration, his gaze landing and lingering on his blistered hands. Without giving it much further thought, Kirishima finds himself blurting curiously, “ Okay, so… If you had to be anything other than a hero, what would you be? ”

     He knew Kirishima wouldn’t be able to take a fucking hint and he finds himself making an irritated noise in the depths of his throat, dragging a hand down his sweaty face before letting it slam back down on his covers, palm facing the ceiling. It’s too fucking hot for this.

Kirishima’s question, however, causes something in Katsuki to stir. Irritation, perhaps, frustration. What kind of dumbass---as if Katsuki Bakugou has ever thought of anything but becoming a hero, the top hero who surpasses All Might and beats Deku’s shitty ass into the ground with the sheer force of his power. It’s his destiny after all, and he’s never letting anything get in the way of it, especially not thoughts of some other career that’s never ever going to happen.

He rounds a sharp gaze on Kirishima, features pulled taut as he scrutinises him for any sign that he might be joking. “The fuck?” He asks when he sees nothing but earnestness in his stupid friend’s doe-eyes. “Why the fuck would I ever think of anything but bein' a hero?”

Entertaining even the notion of any other career would surely be a defeat; focusing on any other goal than heroics would surely be a distraction. But, knowing Kirishima... dumbass probably has a whole other, non-hero related career planned out for himself because he doesn’t think he’s good enough and keeps doubting his own strength.

Katsuki’s teeth bite together, the tension in his jaw the same as in his chest, the same as the tension that has his hands balling at his sides.

[bnharpdirectory]

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[quitoart]

Some bakugou drawings I did for linework practice

[wnq-writers]

I should be doing more, I should be doing more, I should be doing more.

Softly  (via wordsnquotes)

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sturdywilled:

    With a trembling hand, Kirishima takes the now opened can from his boyfriend’s blistered grip, mouth canting upwards into an amused, crooked smile at Bakugou’s grunted dismissal. The sweet tang of pineapple that washes over him leaves his mouth watering. He’s not usually a ‘sweet’ kind of guy ( and he vastly prefers strawberries to pineapple any day ), but he was beginning to tire of the microwaveable ramen he’s been consuming on and off for the past few days and fancied a change. A can of pineapple rings happened to be the first thing he stumbled across. 

    Gingerly, he places the can down on the countertop before reaching up to open one of the overhead cabinets, teeth snagging on his lower lip in a grimace at the dull wave of pain that throbs throughout his outstretched arm the moment his fingers enclose around the lip of the bowl he’d been searching for. He tugs it off the shelf, his grimace deepening when it nearly slips from his grip.

    It’s been weeks, and yet he’s still struggling to adjust to the sudden drop of strength in his arms, something Recovery Girl had insisted was normal given the extensive damage he’d suffered to both his quirk and body. He gets it, he really does, but understanding the reason behind his difficulties does very little to curb the frustration that swells behind his ribs at every failure or setback, particularly when they pertain to something that once used to be so effortless. Nowadays, he can’t even fetch a damn bowl from a cupboard without experiencing flashes of pain and tremors.

    Kirishima’s throat works around a swallow, fingers curling into fists against the sides of the bowl between his palms, desperately willing away the sudden wave of negativity bearing down upon him. Dwelling on it isn’t going to help matters, nor will it miraculously speed up the rehabilitation process; he needs to focus on moving forward. 

    And so, in an effort to remain upbeat in an otherwise bleak situation, Kirishima glances across at his boyfriend and raises a brow at him as he asks curiously, “ I’m guessin’ you’re not a pineapple kinda guy, but did you wanna share with me? ”

     Bakugou isn’t one to coddle, but he can’t help the feeling of apprehension that sinks low in his stomach when Kirishima attempts to remove a bowl from the shelf, hands trembling around the shiny porcelain.

It almost slips and Bakugou’s teeth grit in suspense of the crash, but it never comes and instead the bowl remains in one piece, clasped between Kirishima’s unsteady palms. That in itself is a small success. He needs this, he needs to keep trying to do things for himself, to build his strength, or he’ll never get better. But the idiot’s been living on god damn instant ramen the past few days, and even though it shouldn’t be pissing Bakugou off as much as it is, he can’t help the stab of irritation. There’s no way he’s going to heal on a diet of easy-to-make junk food.

Were it anyone else Bakugou wouldn’t give a shit, but this is Kirishima and so he feels inexplicably connected to his struggle, his scowl deepening.

Tinned pineapple by itself is fucking gross and ( in light of Kirishima’s offer ), if he’s going to be eating it too then he can at least make it tastier for both of them. He has some chicken in the fridge, some red peppers and onions... with enough flavouring he thinks he can make something half-way decent.

“Sit down.” He says, pulling the freshly opened tin of pineapple towards himself and beginning to remove knives from the knife holder, taking his griddle from the shelf. “I’m gonna make it taste fucking good.” Is all he says on the matter, Kirishima will figure it out just based on the fact that he’s getting out all the shit he usually does for cooking, so he needn’t say any more than that.

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Kirishima always feels sleepy after showering. Something about the warmth of the water lulls him into relaxed, overly affectionate state. And so, ignoring his body’s desire for rest, he seeks out his boyfriend with the intention of bidding him goodnight and maybe scoring a kiss if he’s lucky. He slides up to Bakugou’s side and wrapping his arms loosely around a strong waist. Kirishima’s chin finds his boyfriend’s shoulder as his eyes finally close, a contented hum escaping him.

     Warm and smelling of body wash that he probably thinks is really manly, Kirishima slides up to Bakugou’s side as he shoves his textbooks back onto their shelf for the night. There’s nothing he can do to stop himself from leaning into the heat that seems to radiate in coils off Kirishima’s body. He smells fucking good as well, and even if he’s still damp and it leaves a wet patch on Bakugou’s arm, he doesn’t care because he can feel every muscle in his body beginning to relax against his will.

No one else could get away with this because not everyone is Kirishima, not everyone is like Kirishima and as far as Bakugou’s concerned the only person he wants touching him is Kirishima.

Swallowing, he turns his head, vision greeted with stupid luminous red hair that smells of strawberries. It’s not in towering spikes ( that look like a poorly conducted replica of Crimson Riot’s famous rock hard hairdo ), but soft, and falling into his eyes. Bakugou would never admit it but he likes it like this, it’s silky and slips easily around his fingers—fingers which are pressed firmly to the edge of his desk, tense and unsure.

“Kirishima,” He says, voice a breathy rasp, fingers lifting now ( he’s not the hesitant kind ), and linking around his wrist as if to remove him, but never tugging his hands away from where they rest comfortably about his waist. He likes this. He wants to stay like this, because Kirishima’s single handedly fucking destroyed the idea that Bakugou doesn’t need anyone else and he can’t think of one damn reason to stop what their doing that doesn’t involve him ending up feeling like a piece of shit. So he lets it happen, lets Kirishima be in charge of this… whatever it is, and absorbs the warmth in silent acceptance. // @sturdywilled

[sturdywilled-a-blog]

truth: do you ever find it difficult to handle being in a relationship with someone like bakugou?

truth or dare! // ACCEPTING!

   “ Difficult to handle? Dude, you make it sound like being in a relationship with him is a chore or somethin’. ” Kirishima chuckles, hands sliding nonchalantly into his pockets as his amusement fades and he allows himself to give the curious question genuine consideration. He hums thoughtfully as he rocks back on his heels, lips pressing into a thin line. He’s not sure why, but the ‘someone like Bakugou’ part of this person’s question irks him, reminds him of the hesitance and incredulity he faced when their relationship was first revealed. Kaminari, especially, seemed particularly scandalised, but Kirishima had never been able to figure out why.

    Kirishima extracts a hand from his pocket and lifts it to cup the back of his head, a small wrinkle appearing in the space between his brows as he mutters, “ I know a lot of people were kinda surprised when they found out we were dating like it was a big deal or somethin’, but it’s not like Bakugou’s a bad guy. ” He shrugs unapologetically, his hand falling back to his side. Truthfully, he’s beginning to tire of people telling him just how rough around the edges his boyfriend is. He already knows that, after all. It’s not like Bakugou hides it. Kirishima offers a small shake of his head and continues, “ Yeah, he’s done some shitty stuff in the past that’s really not cool and sure, he kinda shouts a lot when he’s angry, but he’s not like that all the time. Not with me, at least. I think he just needs someone to tell him it’s okay to be angry, y’know? The guy’s got a lot’ve pent up frustration, and it’s not cool to keep that shit bottled up. Besides, he’s been getting better lately. Gotta give credit where it’s due, right? ”

    He releases a quiet exhale, his features softening with the sudden wave of fondness that washes over him and sinks between his ribs, filling his chest with a familiar warmth that only ever seems to make itself known when he’s talking about Bakugou. “ …This is gonna sound cheesy, I guess, but dating Bakugou’s probably the easiest thing I’ve ever done. It just feels natural… I can’t imagine not being with him. He supports me and I support him. There’s nothin’ difficult about it. ”

    I love him. What’s so strange about that?

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[groovybisexual]

[1996blessing]

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