I Want Aizawa So Badly Man

He’s always had messed up nails lol. Always cracked and chipped. He doesn’t take care of himself at all nor does he seem to care about things like that.

I cant stop looking at Shigarakis fingernails in this pic of him. Girl please cut them 🙏

When hawks is nervous he plucks his feathers and nibbles at them

(,: I’m imagining Hokuto in this scenario

Like You

pairing: dad!Dabi/Touya Todoroki x fem!reader

word count: 0.6k

warnings: you have a son together, reader referred to as mommy, Touya has feelings

notes: just a sappy little idea I had. I live for this man as a father <3 best dad, hands down. and as always, he deserves the world.

You and Touya are enjoying a peaceful afternoon on the couch, cuddled up together while watching some tv in silence for once. Your little boy is being so good right now, just quietly coloring by himself in the other room.

But then it gets a little bit too quiet, so you get up to investigate, just to make sure that he isn’t getting into anything he shouldn’t be. Lo and behold, your suspicions were correct. You find him absolutely covered in purple marker.

It’s everywhere. His arms, his neck, his face. All on his cheeks and just beneath his oceanic eyes. He’d even taken his shirt off to color in part of his chest.

“What—,” you blink, laughing and shaking your head as you walk closer to him. “Honey, what are you doing?”

You reach out to take the marker from him, but he grips it tighter and takes a step back.

“No, I’m not done yet!” He pouts, looking down at his belly to put the purple ink to his skin again.

“Not done with what? I think you’ve done enough, sweetheart. C’mere, lemme see that, please,” you say as you hold out your hand.

Touya’s sitting on the couch waiting for you to return, though his parental senses are tingling. He’s about to get up and come to check on the both of you when he hears your laughter.

“Hey, what’s so funny in there?” He calls playfully as he gets up anyway to wander down the hall, curious as to what’s going on.

He leans against the entrance to the playroom and his eyes pop open wide when he sees the mess that’s made it’s way all over your son and his tiny little activity table.

“Tell Daddy what you’re doing, baby,” you instruct the small boy with a fond smile on your lips.

“I wanted to look cool like you!” He proclaims, the most pure smile propping up his chubby cheeks.

Touya’s heart clenches in his chest so tight that he actually clutches it, wearing the same expression you’d had on just moments ago, positively endeared by your son’s ingenious idea.

He’s always thought that he looks disgusting, even with the countless amount of times you’ve insisted otherwise. It isn’t until this moment that he starts to believe that maybe you’re not entirely wrong after all, but he’s mostly just relieved that his own child doesn’t find him repulsive and touched that he actually wants to emulate him. It’s the only time in his life he’s actually felt more like a hero than a villain.

“I’m missing the shiny parts though,” your son announces, wearing a pout that’s identical to his fathers, though Touya would deny that he’s ever pouted in his life.

“Well, I think we have some staples,” Touya says casually as he looks over his shoulder.

“Absolutely not.” You shake your head, laughing. “This is good enough. You did such a good job, baby.”

“Aw, c’mon, we can use that shit that you use to put your eyelashes on or whatever. That’s safe, right?” Touya jokes as he strolls further into the room.

You roll your eyes, though you can’t help the amused smile on your lips.

“Language. And no staples. Maybe we can find some tinsel or something though,” you concede. “And some body safe paint.”

“See, that’s why it’s a good thing we have Mommy,” Touya says as he moves to sit on the floor, ruffling the tot’s white hair. “You did do a great job, buddy. C’mere.”

He extends his long arms and pulls the tike into a hug, just in time to spare him from seeing the single crimson tear slipping from his seam, though you catch it. You reach out to gently swipe it away with your thumb before you join in on their embrace, pressing a kiss to your husband’s face and then your son’s.

So there are tons of stray cats in Japan. Like tons. I just know aizawa feeds hoards of them every night and has to break up cat fights often.

But he does have mixed feelings since these cats get abused and fight all the time. His heart hurts for them.

OH MY GODDD PLEAS PLEADE

Caught in 4K HD ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔっ📸

I have a draft for my fic about my OC hokuto. I want to share it but I’m nervous 😩 this is hokuto:

Two new AFO MHUI arts 🥴🥴

Tomura has the coma build frfr

This color scheme looks so good on him too

MHA ENDING SPOILERSSS

I really like how Deku became a teacher. Although it made me sad to see him lose his quirk, I thought having him be a teacher was really on brand. What made Deku Deku was his personality, not really the quirk. The way he was incredibly strong willed and never let anyone talk him out of his emotions (like how he insisted on saving Shigaraki).

It’s really common in Japanese culture to just ‘mind your own business.’ I’m not Japanese, but as a foreigner I’ve noticed this. A lady was stumbling drunk and making a commotion and nobody bat an eye nor looked her direction. I wonder if Tomura was socialized enough to understand that’s part of Japanese culture… or does he just think nobody likes him, so they ignore him? It must feel incredibly lonely.