“what If Kids Identify With Something And It Ends Up Just Being A Phase-?” Good. Stop Teaching And

LMFAOOOOO I LOVE THESE TWO AND I CANT HELP BUT THINK OF HUSBAND BKG AND Y/N BEING LIKE THIS T^T

i’m sorry but i simply must gush about how good of a partner bakugou would be to someone with adhd, okay? 

okay. here’s a lil drabble.

Most nights, you have dinner at Katsuki’s. His place is nicer and his kitchen’s always fully stocked, unlike yours. But tonight unexpectedly finds him in your little apartment instead. You know better than to try helping with anything. It’s not that you’re a bad cook—you get along just fine—but your kitchen is barely big enough for one body, and you know that bumping elbows with Katsuki while he works will drive him nuts. It’s better for both of you if you let him do his thing, so you take your time showering and applying your skincare before joining him in the kitchen. 

As soon as he hears your footsteps, he whips around, brandishing a bag of shriveling carrots like a weapon, “The hell’s this?!” 

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you and bakugou stride through the halls of UA, hand in hand. it’s silent, people are parting like the red sea with jaws unhinged and eyes the size of saucers and the occasional whisper is shut down by a glare from your boyfriend.

“they’re staring at us…”

“no shit.”

“shut the fuck up,” you quip, glaring at him. he just grins down at you and someone gasps at the sight of bakugou katsuki smiling at someone.

the cafeteria doors swing open and you both stand for a moment, looking to see your friends waving you both over, but they stop for a moment and stare. then they all start hitting each other to look at the both of you.

you raise a brow at bakugou, and he shrugs.

“you didn’t tell them?”

“thought they would’ve figured it out by now, but i guess not.”

a deadpan look crosses over your face, but you start tugging bakugou over to your shared friends. you catch a glimpse of monoma out of the corner of your eye… along with the middle finger bakugou’s flashes him.

“what?”

“hooligan.”

Dabi and Shoto

Bitches be like ''i'm a bakugo kinnie'' and then sob like midoroya when someone says something slightly mean or loud and has a hernia when someone say something slightly problematic.

It's you tumblr. You're bitches

Gotta love Kacchan

What really hurts about religious discourse is how much we all have in common. I know being a Hellenist brings me unfathomable levels of warmth and comfort that I can’t find anywhere else. And I know there are people of other faiths that feel that way with their deities.

There’s so much emphasis on who is “right” or “wrong”, but I don’t believe there’s one truth for everyone. We all have such different lives and paths. The way religion is used as a weapon of hate and not a tool for love and compassion will always sadden me.

I may not personally worship every deity of every religion, but I acknowledge that the feeling of spiritual fulfillment that other religions give people is real. That is enough for me to find love in my heart for them all.

If Allah can bring you that feeling, THATS BEAUTIFUL!! If Jesus can bring you that feeling, THATS BEAUTIFUL!! If any deity of any faith can bring you that feeling….THATS BEAUTIFUL!!!!

Personally, I don’t see my religion as an undeniable truth for everyone. I see it as spiritual connection that brings me love and warmth like no other. I know Lady Aphrodite is real in my heart, because I feel her. I can never give you an equation or a fact that proves my feelings, but I know it’s true in my life. How could you look someone in the eyes and tell them they’ll be punished for seeking love and warmth?

I know I’m just rambling, but I just wish we could live in a world where religion wasn’t a competition of who is right, but a way for us to find more beauty and fulfillment in our worlds.

Bakugou trying to make you jealous but failing miserably😍💪✨

Bakugou grumbled, it was too early in the morning for this shit.

He looked over at you, peacefully sleeping with your lips slightly parted, your arm draped around his chest. He smirked, rubbing his calloused thumb over your lips before leaning over and kissing you.

“Love you babe,” he whispered, planting a kiss to your forehead before getting off the bed.

Today he would be having photo shoots with other pro heroes for the advertisement of the upcoming Hero Gala. Yesterday you were the one to go have multiple photo shoots, not only for the Hero Gala but also for the cover of the new Vogue magazine. Which included men, lots and lots of some of the best heroes from all around the world. Unfortunately for Bakugou, your hero costume was revealing, and with all those men clinging onto you in the photos, it made him… well, jealous.

So by the time you got home Bakugou was sulking and pouting and grumbling, something that had been happening quite often these days, so you knew, from experience, he was jealous. And the only solution to fix it, is fucking him. Reminding him that you’re his and he’s yours, while fucking him till he starts seeing stars. He wasn’t complicated, all it took to get him back to his cocky arrogant self was a few praises here, a couple touches there, and he’d be back to normal.

But Bakugou still wanted revenge, so like his bastardoues self, he made a plan to let as many girls and guys cling to him as possible during the photo shoot. You both knew the photographer personally so he always sent you and Bakugou the results for the pictures. And just for good measure, he made sure his cleavage was lower than necessary, as embarrassing as it was to do.

He didn’t even need to adjust his hero costume to have all the girls all over him, but he did anyways which resulted to probably the most scandalous photos out there if the media knew you and him were engaged. The final results went like this: the 15 top heroes of Japan all gathered together, standing around Bakugou as he was seated in the middle, a girl seated on his lower thigh/knee, his hand on her waist, and another girl behind him, resting her chin on his shoulder while further extenuating her cleavage.

But as much as Bakugou hated to admit it, it didn’t feel… good? Instead of those two girls he wanted you sitting on his thigh, he wanted to be touching your waist.

It was around 5 p.m. when the photographer sent you the photos, you stared at them for a long while with a smirk on your face. You knew what he was trying to do, you knew he was trying to make you jealous, you weren’t dumb. And you knew exactly how to counterattack.

You knew the thing Bakugou hated, absolutely hated most, was when he was trying to get your attention and you would ignore him. He absolutely hated it. So that’s exactly what you planned to do. You knew he was most likely expecting this: you immediately clinging to him and whining as to why those girls were so close to him. So you were going to do the opposite.

When Bakugou got home, opening the door, him expecting you to run up to him and hug him and not let go, and you didn’t, he knew something was up.

Instead you greeted him the way you greeted him everyday, “Hi babe,” you casually greeted, pressing a kiss to his cheek before walking back into the kitchen. Bakugou, stilled, did you not see the photos?

He walked into the kitchen, sitting down on a stool while watching you cook.

“How’d the photo shoot go?” You asked while stirring the pan of stir fry you made.

“It went good, really good actually,” he tried to emphasize, you smiled while turning around to face him, running your hands under the water of the sink, “That’s good,” you chided before turning around again and turning off the stove. You served yourself and Bakugou while feeling Bakugou staring daggers at you. You placed the bowl in front of him, “I could’ve got it myself..” he muttered but regardless started eating. You got chopsticks for yourself before standing beside Bakugou.

“I’m gonna be in my office, I have some work to do,” you informed after kissing his forehead, he frowned before looking away. “Fine. Whatever.” He grumbled, you tried your hardest not to laugh at him while you walked into your office.

After about fifteen minutes of answering applicant papers Bakugou quietly opened the door, coming into your office.

“Yes?” You asked, keeping your eyes fixated to the computer screen.

“Nothing, just wanted to be with you.” He honestly spoke, sitting down on the small but comfortable couch in the office, your back was facing him as he fidgeted with his fingers. You hummed in acknowledgment, continuing to work, this went on for about ten minutes before Bakugou decided he couldn’t take this anymore.

“Babe..” he softly tried to get your attention whilst walking up to you, you hummed in question while he turned your chair around to face him.

“I.. I wanna spend some time with you..” he quietly spoke, your heart strings tugged at him. “Just a couple more minutes baby,” you replied with a bland expression, the way he frowned and he did his goddamn puppy dog eyes made you just want to take him in your arms and start kissing him and telling him that he’s perfect. But you had more self control than that. He softly groaned, gripping onto the side of your chair, “Pleaseee,” he begged, his ruby eyes glistening.

You gently pushed him away, “I said just a couple more minutes, wait.” You sternly replied, he looked at you with sad eyes before softly nodding and walking out of your office. Your heart dropped, was he that desperate for your attention? He looked so sad when you scolded him. You decided to finish the last paper before going to make sure he was okay.

You opened the door to your guy’s shared bedroom, seeing Bakugou laying on the bed with his back to you.

“Hey.. babe… I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scold you,” you apologized, getting on your side of the bed and scooting closer to him. He stayed quiet, covering his face with the blanket. You frowned, gently grasping his shoulder and pulling him to face you, you were shocked to see his eyes red and teary, his tear stained cheeks making your heart throb.

“Aw baby… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry..” you tried to calm him down, he sniffed, “I was trying to get your attention and you ignored me!” He yelled, the tears quickly spilling onto his cheeks, you stilled, you didn’t know ignoring him could make him this sad. You picked him up by his arms, setting him on your lap, you wrapped your arms around his waist while he tightly grasped your shirt, crying into your neck. “Babe I’m sorry, I.. I didn’t know you would be this upset by it,” you apologized, rubbing his bare hips with your hands, he softly cried.

“I’m sorry sweetie, I’m sorry..” you whispered, pressing kisses to the top of his head. He whined, rubbing his cheek against your neck. “I’m sorry baby, I love you so much,” you repeated, you felt so bad now seeing him crying, you made a mental note that whenever Bakugou was trying to make you jealous to just go along with it.

After a while the crying stopped, quiet sniffles coming from him. “Don’t do that again you idiot..”

im just saying if disney wants to make a disney princess crossover now is the perfect time to do it because mirabel’s reaction to everything is the funniest thing you could possibly give to us

like she’s in elsa’s special magic glacier house and she’s like “wow our encanto has never gotten this much snow. when my tia pepa makes it it really only makes a little pile before she calms down” and elsa’s like “i’m sorry when your tia pepa does what”