i cannot think about kageyama tobio without wanitng everyone who ever wronged him to drop dead (oikawa is safe)
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the avatar was hope
but do you ever think of the horror people felt, when they saw aang and saw that he was a child, and that he held so much weight on his shoulders?
when they grieved, do you think it was for him, his childhood, his people? or his inexperience?
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I heard someone complaining about the fact that Gus has glasses in the finale like- "He didn't have glasses before!"
...do you not realize that eyes can and will change as a child grows up?
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i feel like bakugou finds the term 'boyfriend' just....not quite right. it's not enough. 'dating' doesn't scrape the surface, really, of what the two of you are doing, what the two of you are.
and so—especially in the beginning—anytime anyone kind of asks what the deal is between you two, he's so—
"the fuck? no." katsuki practically spits out his water when kirishima asks him, one day, and his answer is sharp enough to have the other hero raising his hands in surrender.
which has always been a good sign that he's being too aggressive, and how casually eijirou brushes off the topic makes something deflate in katsuki's chest. it's really none of his damn business, but now the question is hanging between them, weighted and annoying.
and he really doesn't like the idea of eijirou walking away from this conversation under the impression that you and katsuki aren't anything.
"'s'just—" he shrugs, pointedly looking up and away when the attention is drawn back to him, renewed with interest; katsuki never talks about his personal shit, unless he can help it. "we're—y'know."
kirishima hides his smile into his food, ducking his head a little further when he's given a warning glance. "oh, so it's not that serious, then?"
"no, it is serious," katsuki scowls at him, at the very idea that you two aren't— "it's real fuckin' serious."
"so...." eijirou raises his eyebrows, but katsuki still doesn't bite; only shrugs, turning his head to avert his gaze, exposing the redness to his ears. "kinda like....they're yours and you're theirs, then?"
the words settle for a moment, in katsuki's brain, before he snorts and rolls his eyes, like it's the most obvious answer in the world. "yeah, exactly."
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the thing about Twelve/Clara is that the chemistry is so intense. sometimes it's sweet and tender and "daft old man" and "when do i not see you?" but most of the time it's painful and passionate and "i am owed" and "do you think that i care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?" and heaven sent/hell bent suicide/destruction to save each other.
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