Why . Why Did My Undertale Hyperfixation Come 5 Years Late

I just want to remind everyone that it was Deku hitting that sludge fucker in the eye with his backpack that made the villain ease up, something that any of the 6ish pro heroes on the scene could have fucken done at any fucken point.

That was a calculated move, Deku was not being entirely reckless. He moved before he had a plan yes but he had the know how to back that impulse up.

Also the main reason why the pros were hesitating was because of Bakugos explosions, which he drop almost as soon as he realized Deku was heading for him, then the backpack hit the villain and Bakugo got what was probably his first full breaths of free air in several minutes and was able to regroups himself while Deku continued try to keep his airway free

Inconclusion, Bakugo most certainly would have died without Deku that day and those pros on scene weren’t worth the spandex wasted on their costumes 😤

You try hitting wiggle target while running through fire towards your dying friend and land the blow, then tell me that was all pure impulse

Either Deku is as naturally born for heroism as AM is made out to be or he’s practiced his moves more than this fandom gives him credit for

gonna cry hes so pre;,tty,,y;,;;,;,

viking braids!

“decorative object” is so vague I love it….I want to be a decorative object….blow me into a tiny glass crystal ball embedded atop a golden snail and sell me on anthropologie.com for $32 free shipping on orders $50+

how did i ever ship zutara when zukka was RIGHT THERE

hi i’m back i haven’t drawn in a week

Hello my name is Dispenser of Provisions, God is my Oath, Wetlands

GOD HES SO PRETTY!

If anyone can tell me what chapter this panel is from it will b greatly appreciated <3

PSA: dont use l33t speak in AO3 tags

[image ID: an AO3 tag that reads ‘implied suicidal thoughts’ but with exclamation marks in place of the letters i]

if you do this, congrats, you’ve totally defeated the purpose of the tagging system!

AO3 is not tiktok. it is not run by a mega-corporation that sanitizes content for advertisability and shadowbans or deletes content. it’s an ARCHIVE. 

by doing this, it means people won’t be able to exclude or include your tags. and if they use a text-to-speech reader, you’ve made it ten times harder to understand. 

this goes for tumblr too!! if you put “su!c!de tw” anybody who has “suicide tw” blacklisted will still see your post. it’s not a warning if the words aren’t able to be read or recognized by the systems.

no hate if you’ve been doing this! just fix your tags and don’t do it in the future.

Ok speaking about how fantastic the power of imagination is - I have a little trick I like to use. I use this in all kinds of situations when things aren’t bad per se but they’re not great either - when I’m under-stimulated, when I can’t motivate myself to study, when I hate whatever social situation I have to participate in, when I’m mildly dissociating, when I feel unhappy to be around a bunch of people, when I’m feeling huge discontent from what I’m meant to be doing, when I feel I can’t be myself or otherwise have to hide (homophobic environment etc), when I’m hyperactive but still might just get something done, when I’m just really bored - 

It’s called I am the con artist. It goes like this.  

You are the protagonist of a camp high-flying fantasy/spy/steampunk/cyberpunk/swashbuckling novel, and you’re about to pull off your biggest heist yet. Everything before this was leading up to this one. Your people are in place, waiting for your signal - your fingers brush against the hilt of your sword - a smile, disconcerting, plays at the edge of your lips. Everything is ready. If you can just get through the next ten minutes, the next hour - it will all be worth it. The stakes have never been higher. Until then, you just have to blend in.

And you look around, and think: how can I pull this off?

It works a treat. Yes, you’re still disillusioned writing your essay - but you are a disillusioned scholar, pen weary in hand by the light of candlelight, hearing the rain battering against the panes of glass. Underneath the library are vaults full of riches you can only dream of. You just need to wait, quill scratching, until the stroke of midnight. 

Bored of learning vocabulary? That’s not a luxury you have. The king’s eldest heir you will kidnap speaks fluent French; and if you will pull off the pretence for even ten minutes at the masquerade later tonight, you need to convince. 

Feeling overwhelmed, an imposter, like you don’t belong? Well, as a member of the underground syndicate masquerading as a noble, you are. You have flattered and talked your way into the highest circles of society, and the decadence of the ball-rooms and the ever-flowing wine makes you sick. They will rue the day they ever crossed you. 

Hate making small-talk and dressing up? Of course you do. You’re the city’s best squid tamer, and you know poisons like no-one else. And under your dress are poison daggers strapped to your thigh, dipped in the venom of the squid. All you have to do is wait for the signal: the code-word from the man to your left, and the mark’s life will be cut short. 

Can’t be arsed to work out? There is no other option if your plan to infiltrate the ambassador’s elite bodyguards is to succeed. You can scale buildings, sure - but if you are pretending to be a graduate of the kingdom’s best school for martial artists, you need to be more than that. 

Why not use your imagination for protection and fun? If your workout is running up stairs and you pretend you’re chasing a dragon, why shouldn’t you use the same logic for studying or social situations? 

I am the con artist. Melissa is a lie. Evil Chenxi out.

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