Can I Just Get Something Off My Chest?

The fact that Izuku probably wants to do these things AS a boyfriend is making my heart sob 🥹❤️

cry. ing

Deku vs Class A

Kirishima in a beanie is rotting away at my brain.

Like come ON, the man has such beautiful red hair that is so damn fluffy and soft that when he puts on a knitted beanie, the sharp ends of his hair are peeking out and framing his angular face.

AND WHEN HIS HAIR IS DOWN??!!?!??! Mary, I’m chasing that boy down all over the city

🥹😍❤️

hes literally so cute

me and the girlies watching the government collapse

This movie will always be iconic. No one can change my mind

Shrek 2 (2004) dir. Andrew Adamson, Conrad Vernon and Kelly Asbury

I love the creativity determination to turn out with something new and fun that makes her feel happy and accomplished with the designs

fictional cock as a coping mechanism

the first time something nasty slips from a fan’s mouth, he’d been fending off paps from zooming in on his face after apprehending yet another villain running stupidly through the streets. unluckily for them, it had been right on his patrol route, their face blanching with horror once they saw him swoop down from the building he’d been perched on.

who the hell wrecks havoc during rush hour, anyway? fucking dumbasses.

he’d barely shooed the emts away, reassuring the lady with a stern glare that, for the fourth time, he’s fine, when a shrill voice screeches something obscene from the sideline.

“he’s so hot, fuck! i’d let him plow me through asphalt if it meant getting a chance to be plowed in his sheets after.”

he almost snorts out loud. the reporter making their way towards him almost drops their mic, the cameraman behind them gaping, and he poorly hides a smirk into the collar of his suit.

he knows his fans are more on the… unfiltered side, courtesy of his own supposed rancid and brash nature, but he’d put it beside him to think he’d actually see one of the worst ones in person.

“oh god—stop telling me to shush when the man of literally all my wet dreams is more than a few feet away from me! i’m might cream my pants. i really might.”

a horrid snort is muffled into his collar then, unable to prevent himself from make any sounds any longer, and it causes the girl to blanch upon realizing she’d been heard. the cameraman takes that as an opportunity to turn her way, but she shields her face and scurries off after her friends.

“dynamight!” damnit. “your fans sure are something, aren’t they?”

fuck it, then. if they were gonna shove a mic and a camera up his face, he’d give them a run for their money. “they all think shit’s cute. runnin’ their mouths on twitter dot com and writing their lil’ stories.” a smirk crosses on his face then, knowing he’d just put the fear of god in thousands of peoples’ hearts.

“have you actually seen their tweets and fanfictions?!” the reporter gleeful jumped on the topic, eyes gleaming with mirth. “what do you say to that, then?”

eyes narrowed, he gets real close to the lens of the camera, mask pulled up and brushing his bangs away from his eyes. it shows off the rumored eyeliner he’d been said to put on everyday to fill in his mask, now smudged on his face along with soot and dust from his earlier victory. he looked good and he knew it.

signature grin pulling at his lips, he only utters, “one of you’s gonna get lucky and make those stories a reality.”

it doesn’t take long for twitter to crash horribly.