#and suddenly you just laugh

[all-things-fic]

#Ross #ross macdonald #this is giving dad vibes who sees you trying to get *the shot* #and you’re stressed out and worried for no reason #and he just wants you to chill out #so he does this and you see him from the corner of your eye #and suddenly you just laugh #cause it’s not that deep getting the shot of your baby at their birthday or whatever #live in the moment yada Yada #which one of us is grace on Twitter #cause thanks for stealing this babes #lol

[betterthanbatman1]

HOW DID I NOT NOTICE THIS BEFORE

#THEIR MOVIE NIGHT IS JUST BRUCE FACE PLANTING #Wfa creaters are too funny istg #The way the family just grills his ass and laughs at him lmao I love this #Who is Dami texting?? #I bet you this boy took a pic of the screen and sent it to Jon #Jon shows Clark and suddenly the whole League know #batfamily #batman #bruce wayne #batfam #jason todd #red hood #dick grayson #nightwing #Red Robin #Tim drake #Damian Wayne #robin #Duke Thomas #The signal #stephanie brown #Spoiler #cassandra cain #Black Bat #orphan #alfred pennyworth #Barbara Gordon #oracle #dc #wayne family adventures

[lunarw0rks]

i don't care how cheesy it is

that "he's right behind me isn't he 😨" is the funniest fucking trope with ghost. i eat it up every time.

#oh you said something embarrassing? there he is. #you were talking about your l.t.? he's behind you with his arms crossed and scowling #bonus points if u were talking to soap #and he suddenly stops laughing/goes pale #and the big shadow cast on you is just... simon #mw2 #call of duty #task force 141 #ghost mw2 #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost mwii #rachel speaks #not writing

[saturnsorbits]

Sero Hanta, early-twenties, sat in a small room with his pants around his ankles and a small pot in his hand. There’s porn magazines all over the place, something he’s never quite cared for, but he still manages to deposit his sample with the nurse within a break-neck 10 minutes. Blame his youthful exuberance and the fact he hasn’t touched himself for almost two weeks leading up to his appointment, he guesses.

And you, fifteen years later, with your son. A lanky boy who’s too tall for his age, with a mop of black hair and eyes of such a richly, dark brown they’re often mistaken for black.

#Accidental dad Sero is my favourite #You scrape everything you can together to send him to UA; #bc he’s determined to become a hero just like Cellophane. #And yes; you have noticed that your sons quirk is a little similar to his favourite heroes; #but you figure there must be thousands of people with similar quirks. #Something; something - Sero guest lectures at UA and takes your son under his wing - #figuring he’s like a distant cousin or something. #Doesn’t think to ask tho. #Until one day; a heart to heart later… You son laughs; ‘Never needed a dad anyway - me and mum have always done alright.’ #Sero braces himself for talk of abuse; abandonment and dead-beat dads #So imagine his surprise when he suddenly realises… #Shit. #Maybe he’s the dead beat here.

[politemagic]

everyone say congratulations to the first time homeowners!

edit: i may or may not have been inspired to write some headcanons based on this, if you're interested

#is this anything? idk if this is anything but i made it anyway #i wanna write the misadventures of the eepies in their haunted house. #i feel like ii is the ghosts' favorite. while they might mess with the others they are actively helpful to him #like if someone doesn't close the door all the way it'll just slowly click shut so he doesn't have to get up #iii is very jealous that the ghosts like ii so much. #he holds seances at least once a week (despite vessel's many protests) basically just like 'why don't u like me🥺' #iv tries to win over the ghosts by doing nice things for them #if you've seen the show ghosts on cbs i imagine him being a little like jay lololol #leaving the tv on for them to watch or cooking something so they can smell it #(they still love ii the most) #vessel is definitely at least a LITTLE BIT of a medium so to him the haunted house just feels really crowded #though sometimes he'll listen in on their conversations when he's bored #so it's not uncommon for him to suddenly laugh in the middle of a silent room #(the others definitely aren't jealous at all) #anyways if you read all that and would want to read more lmk because i WILL write it #sleep token #worshitposting #sleep token memes #sleep token vessel #sleep token ii #sleep token iii #sleep token iv #em's worshitposting

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The most terrifying creature of all

[First] Prev <--> Next

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan jingyi #lan sizhui #ouyang zizhen #nameless red disciple #Absolutely none of these people should ever be allowed in a haunted house #Except maybe LSZ #The juniors would either 1) Cry 2) punch one of the staff 3) pee a little bit 4) break something in fear. Dreadful patrons. #and they are supposed to be in training for dealing with the supernatural too! SMH! #I did enjoy drawing them cuddled up though B*) #WWX is banned from haunted houses too because he tries to get himself involved as one of the scare-ers. Which is a violation of union code #He's 'trying to make the experience more enriching' but in reality he just likes to get a reaction out of people. #Truly a guy you go to a corn maze with only to get separated from him. #And when you do find him he's face down what looks like his own blood #As you try and check to see if he's okay he suddenly grabs your ankles and starts spitting lines from the exorcist #Then laughs when you scream #Truly a guy who is NOT getting a second date #Next episode features something very very scary. Universally so. #a t-t-t-teen girl. #LJY is curled up on the ground btw. Joining the JC sock puppet that has also been just out of sight this entire time

[fatedroses]

The (perhaps cursed) result of Zenos listening to Tsukiko sometimes (she has no remorse).

#ffxiv #digital art #sketch #comic #zenos yae galvus #adventurer zenos #tsukiko date #camilla lunae #nero tol scaeva #solus zos galvus #poor Zenos having to deal with the occasional moments his espionage experts share a brain cell #also the rare occasion nero and tsu existing in the same room together #they only get along sometimes and only usually if Nero is letting her help fix something #i will forever continue the trend of the idea that the more you annoy/anger Zenos #the more he'll just suddenly look like his father #mostly because Varis just makes me think of the phrase “your face will get stuck like that” but as a character design #and Tsukiko has to try so hard not to laugh every time it happens

[skitskatdacat63]

“Do you think love can bloom even on the battlefield?”(Monaco 2010-2013)

#the caption is (mostly)a joke and i *do* think im being funny with it #but that quote just suddenly popped into my brain and I could not stop laughing #but honestly tho that is my motto for any f1 ship but particularly abt drivers on the podium being touchy #like 'yeah you just beat me but i can respect that and so im gonna hug you about it' #(yeah yeah ik them hugging probably isnt that deep but their affection to their competitors means to much to me emotionally <3) #i like that the red bull boys are always at the scene of the crime its like they started it in 2010 and then committed to it #im particularly insane about the sebson and martian ones but as always webbonso going above and beyond #nando really said fuck these weak mfs bro-hugging im gonna clutch mark like hes my lifeline even tho he just beat me #btw i did research into all of the past 24 monaco podiums for this but these had the most flavor and theyre all directly chronological #sorry ik the spain gp is practically upon us by now but im still in monaco hell #i gotta get all the monaco posts out of my system #monaco: all bangers all the time #also this was meant to just be a photo post but then i looked at the actual footage and it turned into a gifpost oops #sebastian vettel #mark webber #jenson button #nico rosberg #fernando alonso #martian #sebmark #sebson #webbonso #sico #f1 #formula 1 #monaco grand prix #monaco gp #we do a little bit of f1

[willowser]

you make a smart-ass quip to deku in the middle of a conversation and it makes bakugou bark out his loud, ugly little laugh, with his nose scrunched and all his teeth showing, and you fall in love with him right then and there 🥺

#i've been thinking so much lately of like #not liking bakugou LOL and then you suddenly do #he's just a peripheral figure in your life until one day he's not — and then you can't stop thinking about him #he's never happy never smiles is always mean — and you take a crack at deku at the most opportune time #and he laughs quick and loud #with his whole FACE 🥺 #eyebrows pulled down even when he's smiling #all evil but entirely joyful 🥺 #what a brat !!!!! #blast from the past: hiatus q #✿ willow writes #✿ shut up willow #✿ thoughts: bakugou

[matchanne]

One comedic yet hypocritical take that (I think) the devs can do with Cú’s relationship with his wife is…he gets ironically jealous to a degree/possessive when Emer interacts with other guys in Chaldea.

Oh, it gets worse when that guy happens to be a certain Archer (you know who that is). THIS ONE IS A DECLARATION OF WAR.

#fgo #fate go #fate grand order #fate series #cu chulainn fate #cu chulainn #emer #fanservant emer #ngl i’m down for this kind of scenario just for the laughs/comedy hahaha #but man imagine the flirtatious hound suddenly becoming possessive when his wife gets summoned in chaldea #oh cu you hypocrite doggo (affectionate)

[good-beanswrites]

A drabble for an anon asking about the prisoners watching their music videos! This is focused on specifically Mikoto’s initial shock at seeing MeMe for the first time, but just know that Double comes with a whole new set of shocks as he truly listens to John for the first time ;-;

Mikoto was no criminal. 

He didn’t know how to break into locked rooms, or hack into complex prison security systems. He figured there was no way in hell he’d be able to see these so-called incriminating videos that the Warden was recording, and had resolved himself to an eternity of wondering what they could be. He was shocked when he didn’t need to do a single thing to gain access to them – Es simply adjusted the computer monitor and told him he could hit play when (and if) he wished. Then they left the room.

“A-are you sure?” he called, but they were already gone.

Mikoto blinked at the screen. It showed a stretched version of his apartment couch, near his bathroom wall, broken to reveal sky above. He thought he could spot his tarot cards at the bottom of the frame. Had Milgram broken into his home to film this? 

He scoffed, and hit play.

Distorted guitar started up. He flinched as his own face appeared for a moment – looking directly into the camera and making a wild expression he would never have made if someone was recording. His body tensed up more as he heard his own voice start to sing lyrics he’d never spoken before in his life. He wasn’t even a good singer, and here he was sounding like a professional. 

There were plenty of ways to accomplish all of this, of course. Software could mimic one’s voice, making him say anything these crazy reality hosts wanted. A team could easily add some digital effects to a stunt double and match his appearance perfectly. Knowing that didn’t make the experience any less unsettling.

He watched himself commit a nasty murder. He watched himself return home bloodied. But it was all ridiculous. How could Milgram even claim that this was him? He’d never raised a hand to anyone in his life. Were the other prisoners’ videos as outlandish as this one?

But then, a switch. 

The song shifted to a new melody. He appeared to wake up from his couch, and suddenly Mikoto got the sense that this was him.

He was struck with how familiar this new segment sounded. It simultaneously felt like a favorite song he must have played on loop not too long ago, and one that he’d never heard before. As it played, each new note and lyric felt right on the tip of his tongue. 

It ended as quickly as it began. The song returned to the heavy-metal-murder aesthetic it had started with, and once again he felt like he was watching a cheap copy of himself onscreen. He watched another murder, a shower scene (had the warden seen all that? How embarrassing…) and then he turned to his bathroom mirror.

At the same time as his musical counterpart, Mikoto leapt backwards in horror. 

His eyes remained glued to the screen. His hand flew up to grab the lower half of his face. It was fake, he told himself. AI and CGI and all that. It was fake. It had to be. 

Something deep inside of him said “no. That’s real. That’s me.”

Something else deep inside of him echoed the sentiment.

The video was less than four minutes of music, but by the end he was panting and tugging at his hair as if he’d endured hours of prison torture. He burst out of the room. He sucked in breath after breath. The melodies still played in his mind, lines repeating in his memory as he tried to put as much distance between himself and that little television screen.

He found the others in the common room. They gave him a knowing look, but somehow he knew his experience had been very different from their own. Es approached him.

They studied his expression for a moment. Thankfully, they didn’t ask anything stupid, like “how did it go?” or “what did you think?” 

Instead, they just told him, “if you ever want to watch it again, just let me know, I can get it set up for you.”

He would want to see it again. Of course, it would be better, then. He would take a moment to calm down. He’d watch it later and everything would be okay. He’d have a clearer mind. He’d pick out all the little camera tricks they used to make it. He’d be sure it was a fake, and laugh about how ridiculous he was being now. 

Of course. Of course. 

He nodded to Es, unable to produce any words. Es left him.

The rules in this prison never made any sense, but in this case, he was grateful. He wouldn’t need to figure out any snooping or hacking to get access to the video again. After all, he was no criminal.

… he wasn’t, was he?

#milgram #mikoto kayano #thanks again!! this was super fun to do 👀 #i was so sad that they cant see their videos in canon so it made me so happy to work out how it may work/feel #you know when theres a song you used to love but its been too long and you sort of forgot the words #but as theyre playing youre like ‘ahhh i knew that’ #thats what im picturing #something unnervingly familiar #as mentioned in the hcs i think john would have a very different reaction #hed be happy to see himself but upset to see mikoto so afraid of him #:( #i like to think that john watching meme is what prompts some of his lyrics in double #i think the opening shots of bring it on would convince fuuta that someone had just hacked his cameras #but then there would be shots they shouldnt have any way to get #and the same for mikoto seeing his apartment/the train station and then suddenly himself in the shower… #he probably laughs it off with the others knowing that they came back a bit more calm than hes currently feeling #so he fakes it as long as possible before having another Moment alone in his cell that night #OUGH #drabbles

[123pixieaod]

Inspired by this godly post which unlocked a part of my brain I didn't know existed, and solidly gave me complete and utterly brainrot until I wrote something

A thousand thanks to Lily for her wonderful help :))

"Does Kelly not mind you spending all your time with me?" Daniel asks, because she's Daniel and once she's thought something she can't keep her fucking mouth shut, even if she knows it's trouble.

Max looks up, pausing his set of weights, and blinks at her. Daniel feels her cheeks warm. One day, that mouth of yours will run you straight into trouble, young lady, her mum used to tell her, voice firm. Good girls know when to keep quiet. Daniel used to just laugh at the warning. Her laugh is loud and the opposite of quiet, but she used to know that everyone always loved her laugh.

"No," Max says after a beat and then continues lifting. Daniel hates the way her gaze tracks over him, lingering on the movement of his muscles, the ease with which he lifts the weight. Tawny hair brushed out of his eyes, cheeks dusted warm from the exertion. "Of course not."

"Why of course not?" Daniel asks. She wants to sew her mouth shut. This time, Max didn't look over as he answers.

"Kelly's very secure, she's not like other girls. And besides, she knows you."

It's strange. When Daniel was seven and Michelle eleven, they'd gone rock pool fishing. Michelle had been crouched over a shallow pool of water, her finger delicately brushing the tentacles of the anemone. Daniel had been scaling the rocks, wanting steeper, taller, more.

She'd found the shark first, nestled high at between the rocks, and for a beat she hadn't known what she was looking at. Just details, but nothing collective. Rotting smell. Shrivelled holes where eyes should be. Scales of silver lightning. Rubbery fish picked clean. The flash of bone, pearl white.

Then she realised what she was staring at, and screamed. Her father held her while her mother scolded her. I told you not to go climbing! It's too dangerous, Daniel. Why can't you just be good like your sister and stay by the shallow pools?

And then, later, ice cream. Her dad, beside her, explaining the horror away.

It's just nature, Dani. The waves wash them up, and they get stuck there. They can't get back to the sea, and then the sun dries them out.

They drown on air, Michelle helpfully pointed out, her feet kicking happily as she licked her 99. Daniel just just nodded, ice cream untouched. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the sunken holes, the rotting flesh.

She hasn't thought about that moment for years, but suddenly it washes back over her. She feels simultaneously both. The child, staring at the carcass, frozen in shock. The shark, burning up in the sun, chocking on air.

"What does that mean?" She asks, and somehow her voice is normal, is fine. She's fine. She's not a girl or a shark. She's stupid and a fool and a gawky, ugly idiot, but she's fine.

Max manages to shrug, even with the 50kg weights. "You know. Just that Kelly knows you. She knows what you're like. And she knows me too, of course."

Daniel swallows. She nods. She hates everything about herself.

"That's sexist," she forces herself to say lightly because if the silence stretches anymore, Max might notice and set his weights down and look at her, and Daniel can't bear that. She doesn't want his eyes on her, taking in every blemish and imperfection. The boyish, ratty clothes she works out in and her curls gone frizzy with sweat and her inked skin, so different to Max and Kelly's pale, perfect complexions.

"What's sexist?"

"Saying she's not like other girls," Daniel tells him, setting down the weights she been doing. Instead, she goes to grab the skipping rope, just for something to do.

Max laughs. Daniel's glad she's turned away. Her cheeks are burning again.

"It's the truth. You, of course, Daniel, are not like other girls either." He says it lightly and ends with a chuckle, as if it's all just a joke. Daniel drags a sweaty hand over her cheeks. Burning, burning, burning.

Apparently, in Max's mind, she and Kelly are the same; both not like other girls. Kelly, with her faultless makeup and wonderful daughter and classy dresses and perfect feminity. One end of the scale. Daniel, the other. Barely even considered "a girl." Always one of the boys, only woman in f1 for a reason.

"Thanks," Daniel says. She wants to make it sound humorous, like she's in on the joke too. Instead, it's too cold; muttered as if she actually gave two shits about the conversation anyway. She has an F1 season to prepare for, she's too busy to care about stupid shit like this.

There's a beat of silence as Daniel stretches out the rope, feeling the plastic flex and give. Then, Max exhaling, the gentle bump of his weights against the floor, the workout bench shifting as his centre of gravity changes. Daniel keeps her back to him, ignoring it all.

"I did not mean it as insult," Max finally says, stubborn. Daniel forces a laugh, turning to give him a smile, all teeth.

"Of course not Maxy. I get that." Voice light and blithe. One of the boys.

She thinks he'll drop it, but instead, his frown only grows. Pinched brows, thin lips, cheeks growing blotchy. Blue eyes regard her, intense and unyielding. She burns from the inside out.

"I've upset you," he says, in that blunt, genuine way only he can do. Daniel barks out another laugh.

"Don't be stupid. You're not important enough to ever be able to get under my skin." She gives him another smile with only teeth. She feels insane. Her mother tells her good girls stay quiet.

"I'm sorry," he tries again, growing frustrated now, "I did not mean -"

"I told you, you didn't upset me," she drops the skipping rope without actually using it. "Anyway, I'm bored. Wanna get lunch now? Or are you still trying to pump those muscle with more testosterone?"

Max gives her one last, searching look before standing. They're almost the same height. She wants to shrink to nothing.

"That is not how testosterone works, Daniel," he says with the air of an overworked teacher. He looks at her with a smile, uncertain but genuine. She laughs, allowing him to move the conversation on.

She walks out of the gym first but holds the door for him. He grins, relieved. His fingers skim hers as he takes it and she lets go. A chill runs through her. Cold like scales, cold like ice cream untouched.

Follow up here!

#whole lot of internalised misogyny to unpack here #in my head Daniel is looking like Tash Sultana in the music video for “Jungle” #Max just meaning :))) Kelly knows you and she knows me :))) and she knows we are both two good people who would not cheat :))) #while Daniel just going into an existential crisis of #:((( Kelly knows Max and I :((( and I am zero threat to her because I must be utterly undesirable :((( and not Max's type at all :((( #maxiel #girl!Daniel #for the first time ever lol #my fic #ending involves the tension between them growing and growing #and Kelly watches them share a podium and sees the way Max wraps his arm around Daniel's shoulder and hugs her tightly #and the way Daniel laughs so happily and loudly everyone can hear her #and suddenly Kelly realises she had been wrong and Daniel was a threat #and basically gives Max an ultimate to choose one of them and stop all contact with the other #somehow Daniel finds out and just locks herself away from the world during summer break because it's not even a question who max will pick #and their story ends with Max knocking on her door with looking annoyed with a bunch of drooping flowers #and before Daniel can even say anything he's stepping into her apartment and getting a vase from her cupboard #while complaining about how he ordered the flowers that morning but the florist fucked up his order and of course the flourists in the #Netherlands are much better and soon he will take Daniel there and pick proper flowers like tulips for her #she stares at him in pure disbelief and then starts to laugh. and Max looks over and laughs too and they're still smiling when they kiss #:))))) #apologies but I'm a sucker for a soppy cliched ending lol

[sweetgaleria]

HE DOES MUSICAL NUMBERS NOW?????

#SORRY I JUST NEVER LAUGHED SO HARD #you get a cataclysm in your arm and suddenly there's a bunch of new thing you want to try out huh

[goldkirk]

I DON'T HAVE TO LIE ANYMORE!

#I DON'T HAVE TO LIE ANYMORE ABOUT ANYTHING #IT DOESN'T HAVE TO OVERRIDE ALL OTHER PROGRAMMING EVER AGAIN #HA #MY GOD THAT FEELS LIKE TWO DECADES OF RELIEF #and I found out yesterday. that this year. next winter. it IS two decades. exactly. this is the year. every day i am shown new reminders #that keep me going in my mission to relearn to fully and instinctually trust my self #ever since [redacted therapist] asked me point blank and my IMMEDIATE response was complete disbelief #a firm 'you think there's any universe where i'd feel like i could trust myself? after my nonstop history of failures and being horrible?' #tone “No!” of disbelief #and a horrible way-too-harsh laugh that bolted out before I could strangle it off and stop it. #that woman never coddled my feelings any time I spoke something alarming or bullshit and that was so helpful to me #and the tone she let exist in her voice when she responded to me with a very uncharacteristic “Oh Katie.” #was so. so much more agonizing for me. than her responding with an immediate logical slam-dunk of the truth about healthy behavior and stuf #anyway ramble over i'm so tired. i've done so much trauma work this week i am Drained emotionally #now i see what the past several months but especially especially #the baffling (to me) infuriating out-of-control-speedrun-somatic-processing + every-health-condition-flaring slog that December and January #were for me when I hadn't expected anything to be wrong #...and the extremely specific way this certain zone and particular incident kept coming up over and over and over and over and OVER was not #a bug. it was a feature. thank goodness i trust myself for little things now bc that's the only way i was able to get to this other side #and look back and suddenly realize that my subconscious and body knew what they needed and had a plan in progress the whole time. just like #i rationally say I trust them to have and do. #and that perhaps maybe. for real for real instead of just TELLING myself hard enough a lie that i trust my self and i trust my body and tha #they always know their own needs and timing if really slow down and listen to them f u l l y #anyway. yeah. bye haha i need to stop oversharing on the internet #trauma evolution #shh katie #personal #my god. i wished for this day more than i wished for anything else my whole life. all these many many many many years. what magic. #add to journal #abuse

[teeth-draws]

Hhhhighschool au bus ride with trouble from @shepherds-of-haven ;;;; haha

#shepherds of haven #trouble alder #halle beren #if you were wondering why red and the others had such different styles it’s bc this is the missing link #thought I’d try and paint aka no lines! and a background! wild! #anyway in a hs au where their respective single parents are alive #trouble is supported and thriving as the king of social butterflies #she is less feral but also less confident and she pines for him night and day #she is positive he can’t be that thick and he just wants to be friends - every time she tries to ask him out he invites a group #hang in there girl #this will all come to a head where she swears off her feelings for him and finally starts dating the guy from her smart girl class #and trouble who has always kinda liked that tall redhead or whatever suddenly wants to crack his head in the door #-what’s he got that I don’t got?- but all the girls just laugh at him so he sulks #what do you mean you’re going to the library with him what about our Tuesday night taco tradition??? bruh #the vibe as always is energetic extrovert x introverted baddie #teenage trouble punches walls and that’s a shame but also can’t be untrue #here ig he’s like 17 and she’s 18?? they both live in the poorer district of the city and she uses his mum’s laundromat #it’s a fixture in the community and part of the reason he’s so nosy and earnestly involved with everyone #her ears are pierced so much to mimic THE halek prince of whom she has a picture of in her locker #she is overthinking which music to play on their shared earphones even though he’s off with the fairies #this is why AirPods suck like the intimacy of earphones is unparalleled it’s all about the lean #anyway no doubt years of on and off infatuation vs his obliviousness culminates in dating someone else and avoidance #until either his dad shows up out of nowhere and he bangs on her door in the rain OR like her dad does something extra depresso #and she goes to him straight away #then there is a dramatic confession at the school festival or something #or his mum whacks him over the head ig and makes him walk her home when it’s still awkward between them and he can’t stand the weird mood #also they were going to be wearing their school bags but I got tired lmao so they’re on the ground while they commute it’s fine #he ate her up though tbh lmao #as usual the tags are nonsensical there is so much moisturiser in my eyes I’ve been writing reports for hours and have met so many weirdos #her phone is the shiny drampa that rotted my brain enough for me to create her in it’s image when I was shiny hunting

[marimeeko]

Yeah, Izuku is not the sole person to ever call him Kacchan....

But Denki has only done it like what, once or twice?

Everyone else only called him that when they were kids and grew out of it.

Izuku is still undisputed champ of calling Katsuki Kacchan. Kacchan really wouldn't be as much of a thing, if he hadn't kept calling him Kacchan throughout their entire lives. That significance is not nothing.

So like...people aren't exactly wrong to associate Katsuki calling himself Kacchan with IZUKU and his refusal to let that name go.

So I don't fully know what this all means yet, but you cannot deny that the name Kacchan is so heavily associated with Izuku. And that the choice Katsuki made to call himself that over his chosen Hero name is unexpected, and interesting at least.

#bakudeku #and remember two things can be true at once #yes bakugou is now having a grand old time #and hes feeling a certain kind of spicy while chasing AFO fown for a beat down #man is laughing his ass off apparently while hitting buildings bc thats good for his quirk now? #so yeah part of it is bc hes feeling silly and petty and wants to fuck up AFOs day by being some random dude foiling his plans #BUT ALSO #its so fucking funny that he chose to call himself #proudly #as the ONE NAME THAT HAS BEEN USED FOR HIM BY IZUKU #this whole time #HE HAS CORRECTED EVERY OTHER PERSON EVERY OTHER TIME #and told them that its GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GOD DYNAMIGHT #and now suddenly he is KACCHAN BAKUGOU #like #its just kind of interesting #bkdk #i am not saying bkdk canon bc he did this but like #its just kinda funny #i know what you are kacchan bakugou #lmao