Your Sixth Most Recent Emoji Is How Your Guardian Angel Feels About You

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Life would've been so much better

life would’ve been so funny if this panel got animated

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The bittersweet ending felt a lot more bitter than sweet

Like there's no way in hell they didn't keep much contact with Izuku after graduation, especially Katsuki. I simply refuse. And they 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦 talking about Izuku's feelings at the end? 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 addressing how he's been feeling about everything? After Shigaraki's death, after Katsuki's short death, just his feeling for Katsuki in general, or even how he's been feeling about anything? FUCK that. This just felt rushed and didn't feel like it completed the story, let alone Izuku's character

I'll still love the series don't get me wrong, but I this ending was fucking shit dude

thinking about the people who vanished without a trace. The mutual who reblogged something as usual and never came back online. The friend on discord who just disappeared, and when you go to check on them their account is deleted and theres no other way to contact them

I look out of my window and hope you are okay, I wish you well and Im sorry I didn't get to say goodbye.

I hope we meet again someday but until then. Stay safe. Stay alive. Be well.

I can't get over how canon it is that bakudeku love each other. Even if it isn't romantic, they love each other so fucking much. Katsuki nearly died for Izuku TWICE, Izuku went feral over this ALSO twice. They protect each other at all costs, they mimic each other, they follow each other everywhere, they think of each other constantly.

They're childhood friends, they share the same dream, Katsuki is canonically Izuku's most important person. They lock eyes across the battle field and look at each other with hope just knowing the other is alive.

My god they love each other so fucking much??? And it's just...it's not even subtext? It's just text??

Happy Easter my dudes

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