Kiribaku Version Of A Woman And Her Pet Dragon (Anton Robert Leinweber) Love That We’ve All Decided

THE HAIR OMG I NEED THIS, I NEED EVERY SINGLE WIG

im having so much fun with boxers!kiribaku

a forehead fit for smooching ! 

It will always be odd to me when someone who is a fan of Midoriya, hates Bakugou given how much their relationship does change in the story. Believe or not, they are important aspects to each other's lives and how they as characters develop in the story.

I don't mean this in a shipping way or anything. Like just from a reader's point, you see the changes. Especially from Bakugou's side of things. The only way you can really say there are no changes is that you stopped reading the manga like in the very beginning or didn't watch the anime past season 1.

I know Bakugou isn't everyone's favorite, yadda yadda, don't care. Whatever.

But half of the time, I feel like people don't really care about character development just so they can have a character to hate on and harass people over. 🙄

Like some of you really be stalking the tags just to look for posts to reblog so you can be trolls and that's so damn sad and I feel sorry for you. There are other ways to entertain yourself.

things to wear when i’m investigating an abandoned castle that’s heavily rumoured to be infested with vampires

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 (        Bakugou♡    )

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     ╰     ͜       ╯        

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               o            

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      〃∩　∧＿∧

     ⊂⌒（ ´・ω・）

      ｀ヽ_っ＿/￣￣￣/ 　

          　   ＼/＿＿＿/

Ex-boyfriend pro hero Dynamight;

It was an amicable breakup but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t still hurt to lose the love of your life.

You’d tried being friends, but between his heavy schedule and the flood of feelings you two still felt for one another… you drifted. You hadn’t meant to, it had just happened.

It’s been hard without him to lean on, without your best friend. Life seemed to be using you as a personal punching bag and a person can only handle so much on their own.

So, you do what people do. You broke. Shaky fingers dialed that number that you knew so well, sobs wracking your body as you listened to it ring. Once. Twice. Three times. Before you hung up, your guilt and pride getting the best of you.

He probably wouldn’t have cared anyways, you reason as you try to drift off, eyes stinging and swollen from crying.

You try not to think about it the next day, try not to keep checking your phone for a missed call, a text, anything. But you do. God, you do. And you’re met with nothing, and that’s when it sinks in that you’ve really, truly lost him.

So you’re surprised when you come home late that night from work, moving in the dark to put your groceries on the counter and see the broad shoulders of the man who has your heart, leaning casually against your kitchen island.

“You’re really here? You came?” You breath out shakily, feeling that familiar tightness in your chest that means tears aren’t too far behind.

He softens as he takes you in, gently taking the grocery bags from you before large hands cup your face, thumbs smoothing away tears you hadn’t realized were already falling. His words are soft as he gazes down at you, vermillion eyes still full of love and feelings you both tried to leave in the past.

“You called.”

DJ is the favorite child

now now, children, you know i don't pick favorites

like many parents, i neglect them all equally