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bakugou being so whipped for kirishima that when other people bring up things about him kiri is wildly confused.

them talking about how stubborn bk is and kiri being confused bc wdym stubborn ?? just say please ?? when everyone else has to argue with him for a minimum of three days before they start making headway.

someone says bk doesn’t pay much attention to his classmates and kiri is like “but he knows my shirt size favorire food and social security number wdym” meanwhile bk isn’t totally sure how to spell aoyama’s name.

I fucking hate that the general response to RFK Jr's eugenist take on autistic people is "autistic people do pay taxes, autistic people do work, autistic people do date!"

Some autistic people don't and that shouldn't make them less worthy of life. Some autistic people do need constant help and support and that shouldn't make them less worthy of life.

Once again we're falling in the right wing trap of :

They make a hateful, fascist statement

Instead of focusing on the fact that it is hateful and fascist we try to show them that they are factually wrong

We throw our own allies and the most vulnerable of us under the bus in the process

We legitimise an only slightly less hateful, fascist view as we go

They have completed their goal of making us accept the still hateful, fascist second version, hurrah. What a victory.

Right now what we're getting to with that is that autistic people who can work and pay taxes are okay, and the others aren't. Fuck this shit.

Same thing happens with the people who are being deported ("they have a visa!", "they didn't even have a criminal record!" -> even if they didn't have a visa, even if they did have a criminal record, deporting them and detaining them in what's essentially a concentration camp wouldn't be okay, you absolute tools of fascism.)

notice how nobody’s asking whether or not boycotting makes you sad or uncomfortable ??? it’s because nobody gives a shit. boycotting isn’t supposed to be comfortable for you at all times. get your shit together and stand with trans women.

to summarize: you have the moral backbone of a flatworm if your response every time harry potter comes up is to make it about your inability to give up a book

The key shortcut of "windows key" and "." held together has changed my life

like

emoji access? supremely powerful 🙂💖

But

Kaomoji ?

The year is 2013 and I am unstoppable ヾ(•ω•`)o o(*￣▽￣*)ブo(*°▽°*)o

writing mood™️

this hurt my chest. like angst doesn’t usually do much to me in any one capacity but this made me upset man. great job

The radio crackled on. Robin clutched the microphone as steady as she could, the poor thing not used to the rough location of Steve's beat up Beemer.

"Evening, Hawkins," she announced into the mic. Not in her typical bravado. This was all Robin: trembling, scared, but defiant against it. "This is Rockin' Robin, here with Sailin' Steve in what very well may be our last broadcast."

She adjusts her spear, getting Steve to double check his shield. Not easy to do while speeding down the road, but when their destination is the same no matter where he goes, it doesn't quite matter anymore, does it?

"It's been a pleasure serving you lovely people and WSQK Radio," Robin continues, her voice shaking less as the certainty of her words takes over. "But it's time for us to sign off one last time."

"The end of the world is calling, baby," Steve says, loud enough for the radio to pick up. It's the first time he's ever dared to speak into it, and the wave of power it gives him makes him feel possessed. With the way his hand moves off the wheel to twist the knob of the barely functioning sound board between them, turning the music up as he accelerates and fueling his words, he may as well be. "We're here to pick up the call."

Steve grips the stick in front of the sound board, clutching the leather as familiar as the denim beneath his war clothes. "We've got one final song for you all, dedicated to an old friend of mine."

He smells ash. Tastes blood on the tip of his tongue. Feels the sting in his sides like a call from the other side.

Not painful. Hopeful.

Daring.

Trusting.

Fueling.

"We're gonna finish what you started, bud. I'm gonna make him pay."

As the first notes of the guitar solo to "Crazy Train" begin rattling his car, as his fingers tighten impossibly more on the wheel and a tear rolls down his cheek, he feels the ghost of a hand on his shoulder.

Ring laden.

Strong in its fear. Familiar in its loss.

Steve grits his teeth. Takes a deep breath as a calmness burns just as bright as the fire of vengeance.

"Eddie Munson, this is for you."

Then he shifts the stick, grips the wheel, and speeds straight into the apocalypse.

before and after

just finished up my first ever fanfic !!!! One Day I’m a Mess is a 5+1 kiribaku fanfic. my first ever published work so go easy on me here-

suuuuuper excited, go check it out !!

*****

Kirishima has a habit of taking his shirt off for no reason. Katsuki has a habit of liking it. A lot.

Or

Five times Kirishima was shirtless, and one time he wasn’t.

Inspired by a post I saw the other day by @venadorosas on Twitter.

*****

One Day I’m a Mess by hooodieeeeee on ao3

planning a kiribaku fic where kiri’s a single dad who runs a coffee shop and bakugou can’t leave him alone to save his life

spent all of group therapy today secretly planning a kiribaku longfic i think something might be wrong with me