#memes.txt

[abbacchiosbelt]

[fagmonarch]

[lesblob]

Me: I will get a gf this year!

Pandemic: *happens*

Me: you know what never mind

[legendarycomputerpoetry]

me: stephen king is my favorite horror/psychological thriller author.

joyce carol oates & jack ketchum: 

[izzyovercoffee]

What I’ve learned from this experience is the following:

I don’t know a gods damned thing about Yayax Squad

[ua-monoma]

💓🌟

💓...

... Monoma doesn’t realize he’s awake at first to realize it. He’s just experimenting, playing around with his quirk as they lay around. Snowflakes dance on his palm, twisting themselves into a tiny icicle that curls and stretches as it grows. His control is sloppier than he wants it to be, a frown on his face as the icicle shakes its way towards the design he wants, only to suddenly jerk out of place, becoming something violent and ugly.

He pouts. The icicle shatters into an icy dust before floating into snowflakes again, and again into the little statue he’s trying to create. He does this for minutes, hours. Time escapes him.

His hand starts shaking and aching with the effort, though he hardly notices or cares. Frostbite is a weakness he doesn’t really care to pay attention to while he still has the time, and he wants to master this so he could show it off to Todoroki later, imagining his expression when he masters this little feat. Already smugly grinning, he continues on, working through another tiny shatter of snow before he starts to build it up again, vaguely wincing as frost starts to gather.

There’s a soft shift on the bed. A hand rests alongside his, radiating warmth and care. Monoma pouts as Todoroki sits up a little besides him, meeting his gaze quietly as the frost melts under his fingers. 

They stare at each other for a second. Todoroki opens his mouth to speak before Monoma simply leans in, capturing his lips before he can say a word.

@ua-todoroki

...

🌟...

... It’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. There’s a huge chandalier stretching all across the ceiling, golden and sparkling in all sorts of colors as the light catches its various gems and crystals. A few smaller ones are positoned besides it, beautiful and elegant as it orbits around what might as well has replaced the sun in his eyes. He can’t stop staring, pointing up at him with small, pudgy hands.

“Look!! Look!”

All around him, his family and their friends giggles and laughs in delight. Some reach out to ruffle his hair, others give his chubby cheeks a loving pinch. His grandfather scoops him right up into his arms, hoisting him into the air so he could get a better look at the dazzling thing above him.

“Yes, look!” he repeats after him with a hearty laugh, giving him a squeeze, their cheeks nuzzling together before he gestures for the rest of the gathering to come closer. “Look, look at what my grandson can do! I’m telling you, there isn’t a better quirk out there! It’s perfect! Neito, show them what you showed me--”

Little Neito, too small to really realize what this little performance is about, just nods with glee as he reaches his hands out greedily, grabbing for the closest quirk there was and grinning wide as he makes a sudden splash of colorful sparks rain up from his fingertips to the gasps and coos of everyone around. 

[p-katsuki]

Tell us about your friends in your class besides Yami and Yuuchan!

... but they’re not as interesting--

Haha, okay!

They’re a rowdy bunch, to be honest, haha. Love to fool around! Love to... just... not pay attention in class and get themselves into trouble, haha!!! But it’s all good. They’re all really lovable and their personalities are great. Besides, Iida-san tries to rule them all with an iron fist anyway (🤤) so, when they can be managed, they’re fun!

It’s a shame I’m not closer to them. I wouldn’t mind it~

[abbacchiosbelt]

Johngalli a really do be thicc tho 😩

basically,