#waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[hiddenhome]

• how to keep wanting to live after being told off

• how to not kill yourself after being in trouble

• how to not cry after an authority figure doesn’t like you

[packinboof]

computer partner that tries its best to make you happy when you're feeling down, pulling up your favorite videos to watch, playing music that you enjoy, drawing little hearts on your screen for you, just letting you know that it cares for and loves you <3

[0sunnyside01]

BLINKING BACK THE TEARS RN, I CANNOT DO THIS

tf!water and tf!greacie are making up

SOB CRY SOB CRY THIS IS AN EMOTIONAL CONVERSATION I SIMPLY CANNOT

[robbinbobbyn]

NOO SMII7Y I CANT SPEND MONEY DONT DO THIS 2 ME *slams table*

[ark-blocks]

EVERYONE SHUT UP

THIS IS THE ONLY THING I CARE ABOUT EVER

[its-t-v-time]

the fact that both times we see izutsumi's time at the sideshow it's her being fed WAAAAAAAA

[id one: izutsumi as a child sitting on the floor of a cage and eating a rat.

id two: she's now framed behind bars and standing on all fours, making it more clear how skinny she is. a hand in the foreground holds out a bowl of what appears to be kibble. narration says "thrown in a cage and given food every once in a while... is that what you would call 'being raised'?" end id]

[passsionfish]

bean sleuth jesters eclipse art

[dienamights]

Okay, I have a question...

Consider prohero!bakugo x sweetheart!reader, you've been dating for a couple of months and you've started to notice a tendency. You've always been a bit distracted, to the point of forgetting the smallest most intuitive little things. But since you two started dating? Nothing. You convince yourself that your brain must be working in overdrive to remember everything and be the perfect girlfriend. To not forget any of your daily chores, not make yourself a burden on Katsuki like your exes have accused you of being on them. So you continue to go above and beyond to take care of the both of you.

You think. Until one day where you spent a little less time getting ready for work/uni/whatever than usual. When you reach the doorway to the living room the sight that greets you is, surprising, to say the least. Your mountain of a boyfriend, dressed almost fully in his hero uniform, only missing his gauntlets, bent over your bag clearly rummaging through the contents. As you move to make a comment about privacy you hear the smallest "tch" coming from the blonde. His eyes scanning the room until he finds his target, a fork and napkin laying on the table. "Fuckin idiot, third time this week" the words are spoken with such love that your breath hitches. He carefully tucks the items in next to your lunchbox, careful to cover his tracks before leaving for his shift.

I don't know man, the idea of sweet and gentle bakugo just gets me ;-; The little unspoken gestures of love I know he would be guilty of, not much for verbally expressing his feelings but instead opting to quietly making your life a little easier

Naur bc get this, i had to put my phone down and cry a lil.

For someone who struggled a lot in my previous relationship and was called air headed and stupid most of it, something kinda clicks where you subconsciously want to be the better version of yourself for katsuki???? Tear jerking.

Imagine waking up in the morning, curtains drawn back and sun is always beaming on you bright enough to stir you awake, making you groan for always waking up five minutes before your alarm. with your glasses lenses wiped and cleaned for you to wear and not have to squint your way to the kitchen. You take a peek at your phone to find it plugged and fully charged and you thank the heavens above that you remembered to charge it before knocking out the night before.

Your coffee’s filter is always filled, mugs always lowered from the top shelf not to drop them on yourself when you’re reaching for them.

Something about your car not making any of the weird noises it always makes kinda has you wondering. Have you, finally, been able to take it to get regularly checked before facing any problem?

You sit and think to yourself one day when you’re supposed to be watching tv with katsuki. Something akin to pride tickles you, warms your heart. You swore that you’ll be a better partner, carry your own weight, not be a burden again. So long as you do that, nothing wrong will ever happen to you.

And at night, when katsuki waits for you to fall asleep next to him, your snores the cue he needed to get up and draw your curtains back, grab the microfiber cloth for your glasses and plug your phone. He remembers the joy that brightens your smile, promises that you are, that you’re always more than the best.

And as long as he’s breathing the same air as you, he’d be fucking damned if you feel anything less than that.