WHY IS HE LOOKING AT IZUKU’S CRYING FACE LIKE THAT IM— 😭😭😭😭😭

part 2 of my art trade with @puppyaulait ^-^

OH MY GOD RODYDEKU MENTIONED!?!?!?!?!?! I’M GONNA BACKFLIP I LOOOVE THEM

quick Hikaru sketch before bed

when school is canceled due to heavy snowfall

Are you going to continue to invalidate me?

Recently I saw someone questioning "why would Tsubomi stay in the park during a hurricane just to reject Mob. No sane person would choose that without having feelings", which is an interesting question with three main factors:

Tsubomi didn't know Mob planned to confess. He only said he wanted to tell her something. She stayed out of care for him (justifying it by noting that he sounded very worried in the call) and respect for their promise, which is only emphasized by the fact she decided to reject all those boys individually before. Tsubomi minds other people's feelings!

People can do extreme actions for the sake of their friends;

In the kindest way possible: I don't think this girl is sane at all.

Whenever I hear someone say "the woke mob" I have to stop myself from laughing because even today all I can think of is this fucking tweet

Thinking about Mob and contradictions today.

About how he's seen as this emotionless, unemotive person, yet he has all these strong emotions whirling on inside him. How he's seen as gullible and air-headed, yet he thinks every little thing through, and only is so easily taken advantage of cause he doesn't value himself. How he's seen as unintelligent, especially academically, yet he becomes so emotionally intelligent over the course of the series. How he's seen as this endlessly kind, endlessly patient and forgiving person, but as we find out in confession arc, he has a deep well of resentment growing inside him that ends in him near-killing his friends out of that anger. How his eyes are red, symbolising both love and passion and rage and danger at once. How his form can change from a monstrous black hole to an innocent, ordinary middle schooler at will. How his hands have both been used to spill blood and gently hold.

And they're not contradictions, really. It's just that he contains multitudes. It's just that he's human.

And he's loved not despite, but precisely because of it. We all are.

Can you imagine a roast session between Bakugou and Monoma?

He got a bit confused