Are You Frustrated You Can't Leave Second Kudos On AO3? Or Third Kudos? Or Whatever-who's-counting Kudos?

Bakusquad in the summer!

Kaminari: He wears his hair in a tiny pony tail and practically lives in the pool.

Bakugou: His quirk goes off all the time. There is little difference in winter and summer clothes except he wears shorts instead of jeans.

Kirishima: He almost never wears his hair up and instead uses a headband. Shirtless half the time.

Sero: An insane amount of hair clips to keep his hair out of the way. He wears the largest tank tops with shorts and has a skater vibe.

Mina: Headband and hair clips. Trying to convince Sero to put his hair up. She has a collection of sundresses.

Yeah sorry for making your boyfriend worse. Yeah no I know you were fixing him. You know how it is with The Narrative. Are we still on for brunch on Thursday?

Before you were anything, you were a mother.

When the universe began it was you, and the earth was the first of your children. The seas, the skies, everything that walked the earth was your precious offspring. Humanity, however, were the children you were closest with, made in your own image.

The earth could not remain young forever, and as it grew it began to become too much for you to handle on your own. And so, like every god must, you collected followers. Humans who would take responsibility to do your work. In exchange you promised to reward them, giving them whatever they desired.

Children, however, are imperfect, and humanity is no exception. When promised whatever they want selfishness begins to take over, and time and time again that selfishness has stung. For every three steps forward your followers took to helping you maintain the earth, they took one step back with their selfish wishes. Eventually it felt like a chore, to reward them. It no longer felt like a gift to your children but a betrayal of them. Still, a promise is a promise.

When your next follower came forth to receive their gift, you were already prepared for the worst. They had suffered greatly, and those who suffer greatly have the most pain to inflict back on the world. It comes as a surprise, however, when they instead ask for the warmth of a parent’s embrace.

When you wrap your arms around your follower, this broken child whose only desire is to be loved, you begin to remember. You begin to remember that while humans can be selfish and broken they are still your children who wish for guidance and love. You remember that your followers are still young in the eyes of the universe, and do not know how to not be creatures focused on themselves. You remember and you forgive, and you remind yourself and the earth that you are the mother of everything.

Before you were anything, you were a mother, and a mother you shall stay until the end of time.

You are a patron deity that physically appears before your followers in order to reward them for loyal service. Usually, they like to fulfill their darkest desires, so you’re completely caught off guard when one of them asks to feel "the embrace of a parent."

Whoops!

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Mystery potion!

(It took me far too long to figure out how to draw the bottle shape)

that feeling when you’re losing yourself to a new hyper fixation but have a fic you’re writing from an old hyperfixation that’s really good but you’re bad at self management so you’re scared it will never get done.

The desire to buy cheap press on nails just to pop them off to do literally anything.

Sometimes Tumblr gives you the option to boop people and now you and your friend are at war spamming each other’s boop buttons and notifications

(@whateverwhocares6)

Kaminari: I am not at all feminine.

Kaminari, doing Mina's makeup: I am the epitome of everything masculine

Kaminari, wearing a skirt and doing his eyeliner: The only person manlier than me is Kiri

Kaminari, playing princess with Eri: I have no clue why you all think I'm feminine in any way.

Sero: Kaminari please

Kaminari: No, Sero, he called me a girl.

Midoriya, sobbing: I SAID I WAS SORRY

This is what the alien who is trying to give you hints has to continuously remind themselves as you continue to be oblivious.

Studies have shown that humans are terrible at recognizing flirtatious behavior in other humans. We’re even worse at recognizing it in aliens.

Mina: I'm not afraid of your wrath!

Bakugou: You should be.