world is a fuck.

hi, i'm dabi.

[cartooncoyote]

I don’t want a lot of shirts but i know this was made for me

[redredriot-blog]

> it takes a moment to realize just who you’re talking to, before a grin curls up on boyish features.

> you sling an arm over the other’s shoulders.

“dabi, right? ah, man      a good chunk of parties is getting fucked up and making questionable decisions, probably! ‘sides, i thought people would appreciate the gesture of good will.”

[sleazoiid-blog]

> pauses when the arm comes around xyr shoulders, but relaxes and laughs a little; puts an arm around his waist.

“yuuup. man, you’re a better guy than me with that goodwill shit, but that’s neither here nor there --- wanna do shots?”

[nyaaandere-deactivated20170222]

>> you whip your head around, huge smile on your face. you heard that a lot in high school but it never bothered you, especially not when it’s coming from xem, for some reason!

“Hi! Hi hi hi hi hi!”

>> you scamper toward xem, holding a bottle of dark purple liquid that seems to swirl with its own tiny galaxies. you thrust it at xem, grinning.

“Here is your bonfire present! Guess what…? It tastes nasty! But doesn’t it look nice?”

[sleazoiid-blog]

> laughs at her. she’s adorable. grabs the bottle and peers at it, loking through it through the light of the fire.

“fuck is this? bubble bath? should i drink it, will it make me trip?”

[redredriot-blog]

> You’re late, that much is obvious. Even from across the street you can hear the hustle and bustle by the bonfire, picture mingling individuals yelling and drinking; if you’re the last to arrive, you really wouldn’t be surprised. But you don’t care, never have when it came to your clear lack of perception of time passing. No one can really blame you, when you’ve brought a good selection of beer, cider, and assorted spirits.

> A hand pushes through scarlet spikes, moves to pat down dark tank top and carmine shorts. There’s already laughter on the tip of your tongue, ready to flee in fervor from your lips. As you get closer, everything feels a little exciting. Feels a little bit like home.

“I brought the good shit!”

[sleazoiid-blog]

> raises a hand in greeting at the newcomer, one xe barely recognizes --- after a couple moments --- as the mutual friend of bakugou.

> seems a bit impressed at the haul.

“damn, my guy. you planning to get fucked up, or what?”

[sleazoiid-blog]

> blasting danny brown in the back.

[nyaaandere-deactivated20170222]

>> you show up with bags full of weird, colorful, and undoubtedly too-sweet sake and wine, flouncing in your favorite skirt and new tank top from a weird store that sold weed stuff too. you are SO. EXCITED. 

>> your many rustling bags announce your presence, but so does your absolutely joyous giggle at the sight of a REAL BONFIRE. you drop the bags (oops), throw your arms in the air, and CACKLE.

[sleazoiid-blog]

> yells from across the back yard.

“hey, freak.”

[onefor-all-blog1]

> Walks over to the fire, setting down the sodas and snacks before waving at Dabi.

“What’ve you got there!”

[sleazoiid-blog]

> shakes the beer bottle, holds it up for toshinori to see.

“what’s it look like, big guy?”

[sleazoiid-blog]

“beer pong, eventually.”

> follows his gaze, brows furrowing; xe doesn’t press it.

“besides that, you kinda just get fucked up and do stupid shit and play drinking games and talk to people. probably smores at some point.”

[neurxsthenia-blog]

“s’mores sounds fucking great.”

> you gingerly pop open your drink, minding your fingers of course. hoping this will help you unwind at least a little

“do you have video games?”

[sleazoiid-blog]

“later, yeah. and we have some in the living room.”

> gestures at izuku, who is waving a couple yards away; grins.

“maybe you and your little friend can play some wii sports.”

[neurxsthenia-blog]

“im just gonna do my drink. thanks though.”

> looks around, scoping out good areas to isolate to if other people start showing up

“so what do you actually do at a bonfire. if i’m actually supposed to dance at any time allow me to bow out now.”

[sleazoiid-blog]

“beer pong, eventually.”

> follows his gaze, brows furrowing; xe doesn’t press it.

“besides that, you kinda just get fucked up and do stupid shit and play drinking games and talk to people. probably smores at some point.”

[neurxsthenia-blog]

> blinks a moment

“i never really, uh.  …”

[sleazoiid-blog]

> shrugs, feels the high settling over xem.

“you don’t have to, but its good shit.”

> grabs a beer out of a nearby cooler, popping the cap off and drinking deeply.

“just don’t get too fucked up, now.”

[neurxsthenia-blog]

> you flick your wrist in greeting lazily, not used to this whole ‘get together’ business

“hey. guess im fashionably early.”

> a mikes hard lemonade dangles delicately between a couple of your fingers, and you glance around trying to figure out what to do next

[sleazoiid-blog]

> jabs a thumb over xyr shoulder to motion to the house.

“you want in on this bowl, then?”

[sleazoiid-blog]

> in the house with xyr mom’s shitty friends, sparking up a bowl; looks out the window to see shigaraki milling about.

> exhales smoke, escaping into the backyard, holding a hand up in greeting. fire’s going strong already.

“sup, man."

[onefor-all-blog1]

@sleazoiid This man will, indeed, be sober! Designated driver is a title I take very seriously, and it’s not a party without one! Worry not for me. I can be plenty of fun with only a cola in my hand and a party in my heart.

[sleazoiid-blog]

my mom’s shitty friends are coming over too, so. its not just my crowd. just so y’all know.

[sleazoiid-blog]

oh, it just warms the cockles of my shriveled little heart to see people making plans to dance around a pile of burning wood with me.

[sleazoiid-blog]

bonfire time. tell yo’ friends ‘bout me.

[sleazoiid-blog]

ugh.