Your Boyfriend Starts Mumbling In Latin In His Sleep And It Scares The Hell Out Of You But Upon Translation

LGBT more like. Let’s Go To Bed. Let’s go bed to. Let’s. It’s bedtime.

honestly, i love it when people REALLY get bakugou. and i mean REALLY REALLY understand him. Bakugou was NEVER evil but instead had the largest inferiority complex i have ever seen, he had a genuine fear of failing or disappointing others which made him act with that cocky and egotistical mask. i also like to think that this is the reason why Izuku never hated him

like in that one quote "the idea of victory was so tied to the image of you in my head", it is undeniable that Bakugou is a victorious person who always wants to win, but that is also his biggest downfall. Bakugou wants to be the best but how can you be the best while treating others poorly?

His growth in the anime and manga is seriously one of my favorite character development arcs i have ever seen.

you: suck my dick me, an intellectual: inhale my richard

So we're all aware of the running joke that Izuku does not remember the iconic river scene,

This one right here. The one that Katsuki is constantly referring back to as "the moment where it all went wrong" and being all dramatic about. His core memory of Izuku being a hero.

But I raise you this... Katsuki does not remember this scene,

This is the scene where a young Katsuki has just finished winning a fight against some older kids that were being bullies.

The scene that is Izuku flashes back to when thinking about Katsuki's heroic nature.

Because Katsuki does not remember a time when he stood up to Bullies instead of being one.

if a friend is experiencing/has experienced a loss and is grieving, and you don’t have any experience in the arena of loss, please allow me to offer some advice on navigating conversations about the deceased loved one.

not every mention of their person is the saddest part of their day. sometimes saying “this was their favorite song” “oh they would have LOVED this” “God I wish they could hear the conversation happening at the next table” “I wish they were here” is lighthearted. the mention of their person can be joyful. or melancholic. or, of course, sad. it can be all of those things at once. but no matter, react to the sentiments as just another piece of the conversation.

you don’t need to drop a 55 pound weight onto the conversation and stare at us in pity or silently stare in a combination of confusion and discomfort and sadness.

it’s okay. we know they’re dead. you acknowledging that in an equal state of nonchalantness will not shock us to death, it’s not tasteless or crude. it’s a relief. our dead people are still parts of our lives just like anything else, and giving your loved ones the space and comfort and safety to talk about their person is huge.

you can always respond by asking to hear more, by mimicking their tone. your friend laughs and says “they would have LOVED this”, take it as a chance to learn why! was their favorite color yellow? did they love kitschy little throw pillows? did they utterly DESPISE kitschy throw pillows? are they referencing a specific story?

if they see someone that looks like their person and get a little sad, ask what reminds them of their person. what was their favorite feature of their person? does it make them mostly sad to see someone who looks like their person? did it make them feel a little bit happy for a moment?

we want to talk about our deceased loved ones. we yearn to mention people who shaped us. the way our society has conditioned us to behave around grief, to respond to the grieving, and to grieve ourselves is so backwards and void of empathy, so we often don’t say what we wish we could say. (bell hooks has a wonderful chapter on this in all about love, new visions (ch 11))

by offering opportunities for people to reminisce you are truly making an impact and fostering a safe environment for those around you to grieve in ways we’re often not offered.

the worst thing about writing or any kind of craft is having an idea you're really excited to make a reality but then you sit down and realize how much work it's going to take to get to that point and suddenly you feel like those two little gay guys in the mountain in the lord of the rings

yes hes my comfort character, and yes he does beat the shit out of people. he multitasks idk

I be like "omg, i have so much to do" and then go lay down

my type

tired men who need a fucking break/sleep:

injured men who need a fucking vacation/retirement:

the “best friends who had plans of changing the world together but then one of them betrayed the other and now they’re on opposite sides and the one who betrayed the other is now morally grey and kills people but they still can’t bring themselves to kill the other because deep down they’re still in love with them” trope>>>>