Just thinking about Bakugou falling to the floor, laughing –silently, shoulders shaking– as you try to ease your son's sadness over his own dad crying in laugh at an awful drawing the kid did of you. Artistic, you called it, which made Bakugou loose it completely.
"It's ugly," your five year old son says, pouting and looking deflected.
"Oh, no, honey... it's b-beautiful!" You're trying so fucking hard not to laugh too.
At least you have the decency to hide it, trying to be as kind and gentle with your son as possible. Contrary to your husband, Bakugou Katsuki, who is almost laying on the floor, not hiding his laughs at all. The bitch.
Your son sighs in sadness. "It's good, honey, I promise. You just... You just have to keep it up, okay? If this is what you like, do it. Keep drawing and practicing until you feel good, alright?"
"But daddy is laughing..."
That makes your husband laugh louder and harder, now completely laying on the floor.
"DADDY DOESN'T KNOW ANYTHING, ANYWAY. DON'T LISTEN TO HIM!" You yell over the strenuous laugh of Katsuki, before throwing one of the pillows of the couch at him, successfully hitting him on the face.
"Do you like it, mommy?" Your son's pretty wet puppy eyes makes you melt.
"Of course I do. I'm going to put it over the fridge door, like I do with all your drawings, baby," you promise as you hug your son. He hides his face on your neck as his little arms hug you back tightly around your neck.
Your eyes found Katsuki's, who is still on the floor, crying. His eyes then find again the drawing that it's forgotten on the floor and he begins laughing again.
You are so gonna kick his ass.
But you have to admit... the drawing is funny.
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hottest trope is when a bunch of characters are having a big badass fight against the villain and then the character considered the team's Regular Guy slips away from the fighting to do something seemingly minor but incredibly vital to foiling the bad guy's plans
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Reading Jane Austen's books gives me major listening-to-small-town-gossip vibes. I'm always like HE DID WHAT? WITH WHOM?? CAN'T BELIEVE ITTT
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i was thinking about that post a little more re: sampo being a part of the masked fools or even the stellaron hunters so i'm trying to keep my eyes peeled for some evidence for both sides
For the Stellaron Hunters, the only things I can really come up with is the Stellaron Hunter Logs in the Data Bank, with the name "Sam..." written down but trailing off
as well as trying to find some connection with the name "Epsilon" during his scene at the end of the Belobog arc, with Epsilon being the fifth letter of the Greek alphabet and there being 5 people known in the Stellaron Hunters: Blade, Silver Wolf, Sam (?), Kafka, and Elio.
As for the Masked Fools, using the same screenshot as above, the quote "True happiness always entails the manifestaton of the dignity of mankind" highlights the drive/motivations of Aha the Elation, with happiness being the true meaning of existence for humanity. The Masked Fools take this an extra step to seek out happiness by stirring trouble wherever they can.
There's also this tavern he mentions on his farewell to the unknown person
In the Simulated Universe, a tavern is also mentioned known as Tavern World's End, belonging to the Masked Fools.
Personally, I feel like there's a lot more argument for Sampo being a part of the Masked Fools here, but not against him being a Stellaron Hunter just yet. Just need more proof is all
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oh this is a little overdue since i found out about 2 weeks ago but ive been processing so at any rate
I would like to send a profound and heartfelt
FUCK YOU
to the dozens of doctors I’ve had over the years (starting, according to my parents, before I could even remember) who have written me off for decades as a hypochondriac with attention seeking behavior, bipolar, psychosomatic manifestations—you fucking name it, they’re fucking said it—
because after finally having had fucking enough, with enough life experience to know that my abysmal health was not normal, had never been normal, and was not my fucking fault
I requested and thoroughly combed through my own fucking medical records, did my own fucking research, twisted as many arms as I had to for an evaluation and blood test
and low and fucking behold!!!
the geneticist that I finally managed to see diagnosed me with one of the most obvious and pervasive cases of a
Connective Tissue Disorder
that he’d seen in 50 years.
So, doctors, how about instead of always assuming children and woman are lying or overreacting or causing their own problems, you…
Do Your Fucking Job
and reign in your pride and your idiotic desire to prove that you know it all and instead exhaust all your resources, including an actual look at your patient’s medical history and sending them fucking elsewhere if you don’t know what’s wrong.
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it has been about 7 months of treatment for pernicious anemia n ive been able to lift weights again just 2 months ago but i still can't do any cardio focused exercises yet n have to mega pace myself w weights even still 🐕<- that me barking. i better be able to run come summertime
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