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it’s rare for bakugo to be as relaxed as he is now. there’s always something or the other tugging at the back of his mind, whether it’s his friends’ nagging, hero work, or another weekly existential crisis. it’s hard to get away from everything, to find a place where the most volatile thing in a twenty mile radius is him. 

you grab bakugo’s hand, pulling him out of his thoughts and through the vast expanse of the wispy white flowers along with you. bakugo runs with you, not knowing what else to do. you’ve got him trapped, consuming his senses like how the smoke from his palms and the dust from the dandelions consume his lungs and filling his head with hope he prays isn’t false. hope isn’t for men like him. men like him only know of hatred and guilt and the prison inside their heads. 

you’re not like him, he hopes you never have to be. in a way, you remind bakugo of the dandelions around your– transient, reduced to ash if he pushes you too hard. and suddenly, the dandelions are the least of his concerns. first, he loses himself in your smile. then, your scent, and finally, your voice. he’s powerless when you’re his opponent. 

“make a wish ‘tsuki!” your cheerful voice snaps him out of his stupor. only then does bakugo notice your amused expression and the dandelion in your hand. 

“what?” you shake the flower in front of his face again, laughing harder this time. bakugo grimaces, but his eyes betray him. 

“blow on the dandelions and make a wish!” you shake the flower again, motioning for him to take it. bakugo shakes his head and mutters something about he’s not gonna make a fuckin’ wish and how childish this ordeal is. but even he can’t stop his lips from twitching slightly upwards. 

“fine. i wish—” he rolls his eyes. 

“you can’t do that!” he tries to keep a straight face, but fails when he sees your pout. 

“can’t do what?” he’s doing it on purpose now, you know it. bakugo gives himself away too easily, from the way he leans in towards you to the way his voice lowers and the way the corners of his mouth tug upward the closer he gets to you. you play along with him, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt in your hands and pulling him closer. 

“you can’t say the wish out loud. it won’t come true,” you whisper. bakugo rolls his eyes, hoping you can’t see the tremor of his hands shaking the dandelion or hear the way his breathing quickens (spoiler alert: you can, you’re just too nice to say anything about it). bakugo blows on the small dandelion in his calloused hands. and he wishes, at least as much as a man like him can. 

i wish i could stay here forever. with you.

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Hawks : Hey, are you a painting?

Dabi : no?

Hawks : cause i could really nail you on the wall ;)

Dabi : wha-

Shigiraki : the motherfucker said he wants to hang you.

joseph quinn being scared he wouldn't play eddie right and then proceeding to slay the role, become the white boy of the year (TM), travelling the world, doing more press for stranger things than the whole main cast combined, making nerds and metalheads everywhere PROUD, getting a JACK BLACK shout-out, being constantly hyped by fucking METALLICA and then JAMMING WITH THEM AND HAVING THEM SIGN A GUITAR while remaining a super chill dude

I am going to CRY

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CHARLIE HEATON INTERVIEW WITH DIGITAL SPY

AU where Bakugou watches as his stupid friends fall in love—

(and then meets us 🌷💧⛅️)

Eddie promised 8 whole hours of him not talking about DnD if Steve let him do metal makeup in him

despite all my saddened rage i am still just a girl in her room watching her silly little films, reading her silly little books, listening to her silly little playlists

i love women. i love sleepovers. i love getting ready and taking pictures for no reason. i love sitting on your laptop with a friend shopping endlessly online. i love going to starbucks. i love wearing fuzzy slippers and matching pajamas. i love having a intricate nighttime routine. i love silk scrunchies. i love heart shaped anything. i love everything sanrio. i love having multiple little compact mirrors just because they’re cute. i love pretty baked goods. i love being a girl!