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hey so like

hi, you. yeah im talking to you. You like my stuff from time to time and reblog once and a while, and I always recognize you in my notes. we’ve never talked, maybe you dont like to say much or you’re nervous or something. it’s okay, whatever it is. 

I see you. you mean a lot to me. sometimes when I’m having a hard day, I’ll notice your name once again in my notifs and it makes me smile. im not kidding.

I don’t care if you’re a “ghost” follower or you send me asks all the time. i see you and I love you so much, genuinely and truly. you are really important to me. 

thank you. thank you for being there. <3

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I really think everyone needs to truly internalize this:

Fictional characters are objects.

They are not people. You cannot "objectify" them, because they have no personhood to be deprived of. They have no humanity to be erased. You cannot "disrespect" them, because they are not real.

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idk what to call this style but yuujiii

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the story of kfc fucks me up man. the colonel founded this gas station that expanded to restaurant, the chicken at the restaurant gets popular, makes KFC, it gets big and he sells it to a corporation for a lot of money. realizes he got sorta scammed out of the true worth of kfc so tries to get more money and they refuse and the courts side against him. then he starts a new chicken restaurant claiming the corporate people were not making chicken to his standards and kfc sued him because kfc owned the colonel's likeness and the courts agreed. a corporation owned this man's name and appearance. he wasnt allowed to use either, thus legally erasing his reputation making it harder for him to get taken seriously in any food venture. the man, to the day he died, was going into kfc's and throwing fits because the food had fallen into such bad shape he hated it was associated with him. and it's like, whether he's a bad man or a good man or whatever, a corporation owned his identity, stopped him from using his reputation and identity in other businesses, and refused to acknowledge his outrage that they changed his recipes and still attributed it to him. this is literally the obnoxious plot of a jay and silent bob movie, but it was this dude's real life. what the fuck.

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one time a guy i know whose girlfriend was heavily pregnant didn’t tweet anything for a whole day so i texted him ‘congrats on your baby’ and made him think i had some kind of baby precognition 

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when in fics they say two characters gave each other a look this is always what i envision in my head

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genuinely one of the saddest parts of this new era of the internet is how hard it is to rick roll someone now. with people's attention spans shortening so much, they wouldn't even get through the first few bait seconds before clicking off the video. like i saw a comment that ended with "btw i made all of this up" and the replies kept treating it so seriously because none of them finished the entire 4 sentence comment. and We're no strangers to love You know the rules and so do I (do I) A full commitment's what I'm thinking of You wouldn't get this from any other guy I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling Gotta make you understand Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

#this filled me with so much joy

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This is self indulgent and totally not based on the fact that I made dinner at one this morning nope.

Reader is gender neutral and this can be read as platonic or romantic. Bakugou and reader are both over the age of 18

Thinking about roommate Bakugou who wakes up to use the bathroom only to see you making dinner.

The two of you weren’t super close. You being a college student while he was an aspiring pro hero. The two of you spent time together here and there but for the most part your schedules always conflicted until now.

When Bakugou woke up it was never unusual that you’d be awake too, often working on assignments or watching a movie, what he wasn’t pearled for was to hear the fan of the stove and the crackling of oil. It wouldn’t be all that surprising, but it’s one in the morning. He’s used to the dorms where his friends would still be awake and have cereal, but they never did anything like this.

You have two burners going and your laptop out with the recipe on it. You glance at the computer before going back to the burner that has peppers, onions and olive oil in it. As you stir, peppers come flying out of the pan, half of him expects you to pick them up and put them back in what he isn’t prepared for is you stopping for a second, looking at the mess and saying one singular word.

“Tits.”

Before going back to stirring.

“What the hell are you doing?” His voice is rough from sleep, the sound causing you to nearly jump out of your skin.

“Bakugou don’t sneak up on me like that, I nearly died.”

He rolls his eyes at your dramatics and crosses his arms over his chest. “That still doesn’t answer my question.” He looks at the once clean stove replaced by noodles and peppers everywhere.

He knew you were chaotic when it came to cooking but it seems one am meals are a whole different beast.

You rub the back of your neck, continuing to pay attention to the recipe.

“My best.”

He can’t help but snort. “Really? Cause it seems like you’re making a mess out of my kitchen.” There’s a playful hint to his voice, you smile.

“Our kitchen actually and besides I’m gonna clean it up after.”

He nods and leans over you to get a look at the computer.

“What are you making?”

“It’s some recipe where you have red wine sauce with onions and peppers and noodles.” You say, the peppers and onions sizzle within the pan. You grab a measuring cup and the red wine and begin to pour some, Bakugou watches as you pour it with the onions and peppers.

You stare down at your creation with rapt attention. “If this doesn’t taste good I’m going to commit crimes.”

He looks at the recipe on the computer than back at you before letting out a long suffering sigh.

“I’m gonna take a piss, if it sucks I’ll make you something.”

You turn towards him with wide eyes.

“Promise?”

He nods.

“Have I ever told you that you’re the best roommate ever?”

Bakugou smiles, soft and genuine. “Many times, but you’re cleaning this mess up.” With that he heads into the bathroom and shuts the door but not before he laughs at the salute you gave him.

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reblog for your followers to anonymously tell you what characters you remind them of

#👀 #this looks fun!!!

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Imagine being a criminal in Gotham and Batman’s side kick is threatening you but the kid’s voice cracks and it takes everything in your soul not to laugh at Robin who is threatening to break your legs.

#I’ve never thought about that but now I can’t stop laughing

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reblog for your followers to anonymously tell you what characters you remind them of

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that's the mood for tonight amirite fellas

#Jason Todd…Gale

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This is self indulgent and totally not based on the fact that I made dinner at one this morning nope.

Reader is gender neutral and this can be read as platonic or romantic. Bakugou and reader are both over the age of 18

Thinking about roommate Bakugou who wakes up to use the bathroom only to see you making dinner.

The two of you weren’t super close. You being a college student while he was an aspiring pro hero. The two of you spent time together here and there but for the most part your schedules always conflicted until now.

When Bakugou woke up it was never unusual that you’d be awake too, often working on assignments or watching a movie, what he wasn’t pearled for was to hear the fan of the stove and the crackling of oil. It wouldn’t be all that surprising, but it’s one in the morning. He’s used to the dorms where his friends would still be awake and have cereal, but they never did anything like this.

You have two burners going and your laptop out with the recipe on it. You glance at the computer before going back to the burner that has peppers, onions and olive oil in it. As you stir, peppers come flying out of the pan, half of him expects you to pick them up and put them back in what he isn’t prepared for is you stopping for a second, looking at the mess and saying one singular word.

“Tits.”

Before going back to stirring.

“What the hell are you doing?” His voice is rough from sleep, the sound causing you to nearly jump out of your skin.

“Bakugou don’t sneak up on me like that, I nearly died.”

He rolls his eyes at your dramatics and crosses his arms over his chest. “That still doesn’t answer my question.” He looks at the once clean stove replaced by noodles and peppers everywhere.

He knew you were chaotic when it came to cooking but it seems one am meals are a whole different beast.

You rub the back of your neck, continuing to pay attention to the recipe.

“My best.”

He can’t help but snort. “Really? Cause it seems like you’re making a mess out of my kitchen.” There’s a playful hint to his voice, you smile.

“Our kitchen actually and besides I’m gonna clean it up after.”

He nods and leans over you to get a look at the computer.

“What are you making?”

“It’s some recipe where you have red wine sauce with onions and peppers and noodles.” You say, the peppers and onions sizzle within the pan. You grab a measuring cup and the red wine and begin to pour some, Bakugou watches as you pour it with the onions and peppers.

You stare down at your creation with rapt attention. “If this doesn’t taste good I’m going to commit crimes.”

He looks at the recipe on the computer than back at you before letting out a long suffering sigh.

“I’m gonna take a piss, if it sucks I’ll make you something.”

You turn towards him with wide eyes.

“Promise?”

He nods.

“Have I ever told you that you’re the best roommate ever?”

Bakugou smiles, soft and genuine. “Many times, but you’re cleaning this mess up.” With that he heads into the bathroom and shuts the door but not before he laughs at the salute you gave him.

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This is self indulgent and totally not based on the fact that I made dinner at one this morning nope.

Reader is gender neutral and this can be read as platonic or romantic. Bakugou and reader are both over the age of 18

Thinking about roommate Bakugou who wakes up to use the bathroom only to see you making dinner.

The two of you weren’t super close. You being a college student while he was an aspiring pro hero. The two of you spent time together here and there but for the most part your schedules always conflicted until now.

When Bakugou woke up it was never unusual that you’d be awake too, often working on assignments or watching a movie, what he wasn’t pearled for was to hear the fan of the stove and the crackling of oil. It wouldn’t be all that surprising, but it’s one in the morning. He’s used to the dorms where his friends would still be awake and have cereal, but they never did anything like this.

You have two burners going and your laptop out with the recipe on it. You glance at the computer before going back to the burner that has peppers, onions and olive oil in it. As you stir, peppers come flying out of the pan, half of him expects you to pick them up and put them back in what he isn’t prepared for is you stopping for a second, looking at the mess and saying one singular word.

“Tits.”

Before going back to stirring.

“What the hell are you doing?” His voice is rough from sleep, the sound causing you to nearly jump out of your skin.

“Bakugou don’t sneak up on me like that, I nearly died.”

He rolls his eyes at your dramatics and crosses his arms over his chest. “That still doesn’t answer my question.” He looks at the once clean stove replaced by noodles and peppers everywhere.

He knew you were chaotic when it came to cooking but it seems one am meals are a whole different beast.

You rub the back of your neck, continuing to pay attention to the recipe.

“My best.”

He can’t help but snort. “Really? Cause it seems like you’re making a mess out of my kitchen.” There’s a playful hint to his voice, you smile.

“Our kitchen actually and besides I’m gonna clean it up after.”

He nods and leans over you to get a look at the computer.

“What are you making?”

“It’s some recipe where you have red wine sauce with onions and peppers and noodles.” You say, the peppers and onions sizzle within the pan. You grab a measuring cup and the red wine and begin to pour some, Bakugou watches as you pour it with the onions and peppers.

You stare down at your creation with rapt attention. “If this doesn’t taste good I’m going to commit crimes.”

He looks at the recipe on the computer than back at you before letting out a long suffering sigh.

“I’m gonna take a piss, if it sucks I’ll make you something.”

You turn towards him with wide eyes.

“Promise?”

He nods.

“Have I ever told you that you’re the best roommate ever?”

Bakugou smiles, soft and genuine. “Many times, but you’re cleaning this mess up.” With that he heads into the bathroom and shuts the door but not before he laughs at the salute you gave him.

#stariwrites #Bakugou Katsuki and reader #reader and bakugou katsuki

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the vibe currently

I am so drained goodness gracious

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