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Why is it that now that I’m in my mid twenties, my body has decided it hates me?

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Finally got around to watching the Uzumaki anime and I have never been so excited and then so disappointed.

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“Apparently my body has decided that sleeping too long means waking up with a migraine and I have never been more angry and annoyed.”

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She is a princess and she is surrounded by pink. As she should be.

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My rescue cat Callie came upstairs and sat in the sun for a little bit!!

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The warmth was enough to trigger Ojiro’s purring, his cheeks flushing a little with embarrassment. The relief it provided was more than enough for him to deal with the more strange aspects of his mutation and keep Todoroki’s hand where it was.

“Thanks for helping me. Try not to get concussions or you might get migraines too.”

“If you’ve never had a migraine before, just sit and appreciate that for a minute. Because they’re one of the worst things ever.”

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Ojiro is in too much pain to be polite. As soon as it’s offered, he grabs Todoroki’s wrist and sets his classmate’s hand over his left eye.

“Yes please. If it gets worse I’ll have to miss training tomorrow.”

“If you’ve never had a migraine before, just sit and appreciate that for a minute. Because they’re one of the worst things ever.”

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“If you’ve never had a migraine before, just sit and appreciate that for a minute. Because they’re one of the worst things ever.”

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“I just rolled a joint. I bet you’re all jealous! Don’t be, though, it was my ankle.”

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is this anything

had this audio saved for like weeks and finally got around to making the shitpost itself LMAO

i like seeing them laugh <3

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“Two boxes of mango popsicles and four mini bottles of tajin?”

"Alright, I'll bite: How much would any of you willing to pay to go on one date with me?"

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The answer was expected, but Ojiro’s tail still drooped and he visibly deflated a little when he was so quickly and bluntly shot down.

“Strict as always, Mr. Aizawa.” He hummed, upper body draping over the back of the couch, fingers touching the seat beside his teacher.

He had no intentions of going back to his dorm. Not yet, anyway. It was still early and he had finished all his homework, so he didn’t want to spend the rest of the night alone.

“I think I’ll make some tea instead then. Do you want some, sir?” He asked, sitting back up. Who knew, maybe Bakugo would appreciate a warm drink after he finished cleaning for the night?

Ojiro/ @ashsnake said: Ojiro very obviously peeks over at his homeroom teacher, tip of his tail twitching and head tilted like a curious little puppy. He’s clearly trying to use his status as ‘least likely student to induce a migraine’ to his advantage. “Can I help Bakugo? I like cleaning.”

For the most part, Eraser had remained somewhat disgruntled at the events that had perspired hours before hand, though he had no intention on meddling in on the punishment he had served out to his student, Bakugo, he had remained in the common area for the most part of that evening, more so having an incline that some trouble may have been on the horizon once the other members of class 1-A had gotten wind of said situation. His tired gaze was soon pulled away from the cleaning blonde, settling on the approaching student, though his posture didn't shift, only his eyes rolled to acknowledge their presence. "Out of the question, all help offered towards Bakugo is denied and shall remain so, he is to reap the consequences of his actions independently." Of course this wasn't to say someone may pitch in a hand or two as and when Aizawa left the premises to see to his other responsibilities he was well aware that that scenario was more than likely.

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Ojirou’s face lit up with a bright smile as Katsuki offered to share his meal. His tail started to wag, the blond setting his water bottle on the counter as he walked past Katsuki to open the cabinets and gather the dishes they’d need. As he got closer to his classmate, he was careful to put his tail over one shoulder so he wouldn’t hit Katsuki with it.

“Thank you for sharing, that’s really nice of you.” He chirped, gathering two plates, two sets of silverware, and two glasses. “Do you want something other than water to drink?”

Careful not to drop anything, Ojirou made his way to the nearest table and put everything in place, setting a napkin under each set of silverware. Once that was finished, he walked back to the kitchen and opened the fridge, taking out a bottle of apple juice to fill his own glass.

Ojirou nodded along as Katsuki explained, listening intently. It certainly sounded delicious. His stomach clenched and grumbled, Ojirou pressing a hand to his belly and giving an embarrassed little smile. It didn’t feel right asking for a portion of the new recipe, not when his classmate was clearly cooking to try and relax.

“I’ve never thought of using citrus on broccoli, but thinking about it, those flavors go well together. I’m sure it’ll turn out well.” He said, cocking his head like a curious little puppy.

Other than that small comment, Ojirou was silent, leaning against the wall with his water bottle clutched in his hands. His tail lazily swayed behind him, betraying how calming the quiet atmosphere was to him. Moments like this were rare in the dorms, so Ojirou tended to savor them when he could.

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“Seto Kaiba, once again you are full of surprises.” Cori says, carefully setting the white box on the desk. “I thought you’d be mad. I can keep her if you don’t want her, but I wanted to at least let you meet her so hopefully her sweet little face would pull at your heartstrings.”

Instead of opening the box right away, Cori takes the adoption paperwork from her purse and sets it beside Kaiba’s keyboard. Printed at the top is the cat’s name, Callie, basic information and shot records.

“I had to take Carlos to the vet for his shots and a checkup and they double as a rescue shelter there. This poor girl was taken from a hoarder house with ten other cats and needed some treatment for an infection. They fixed her too, and shaved off all the mats she had on her legs and tail. She was so sweet, I couldn’t just leave her there.” She explains, finally opening the box and picking up the cat.

She’s a calico with patches of orange, black, and white fluffy fur covering everywhere but her legs and belly. Her small round ears flick around as she soaks in all the new sounds, and big green eyes immediately focus on Kaiba. She meows, the noise whining and high pitched, and Cori sets her in Kaiba’s lap. The skinny thing curls up almost immediately, scared, but her paws knead at her new owner’s thigh.

“Hey Kaiba, I may have gotten you a present. A fluffy adorable present.”

Cori is holding a suspicious box behind her back, a telling little meow coming from the inside.

"Is it a Blue Eyes White Dragon plush? I already recently purchased one for my collection." The collection so massive, he dedicated an entire room for it back at the mansion.

Just as he's typing code onto his computer, fingertips stop when he hears the sound of a meow.

"A...cat? Well, now. I do like cats and pets so I welcome finally being allowed a pet, but next time make sure to surprise me at my apartment here instead, I don't want anyone having a reaction in the office." He actually isn't personal enough with his employees to know if any had allergies actually.

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I’ve decided Mashi has a love for stuffed animals. He hides it from his friends, but give him a squishmallow and he will make biscuits on it with his claws

And the holiday ones like this? His favorite.

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“Quick warning for everyone. Don’t eat anything Kaminari cooks. Ever. I was on my second plate of meatballs before he announced the secret ingredient was medium rare chicken.”

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Ojirou nodded along as Katsuki explained, listening intently. It certainly sounded delicious. His stomach clenched and grumbled, Ojirou pressing a hand to his belly and giving an embarrassed little smile. It didn’t feel right asking for a portion of the new recipe, not when his classmate was clearly cooking to try and relax.

“I’ve never thought of using citrus on broccoli, but thinking about it, those flavors go well together. I’m sure it’ll turn out well.” He said, cocking his head like a curious little puppy.

Other than that small comment, Ojirou was silent, leaning against the wall with his water bottle clutched in his hands. His tail lazily swayed behind him, betraying how calming the quiet atmosphere was to him. Moments like this were rare in the dorms, so Ojirou tended to savor them when he could.

Ojiro was typically a fly on the wall outside of classes. He still interacted with his classmates, but less in a talking way and more in a sitting near them and observing kind of way. He was a social person at heart, but he wasn’t as loud and didn’t stand out nearly as much as some of the other students in 1-A. Now that they had moved into the dorms, and they had been attacked by villains multiple times, Ojiro often found a spot in the common room after he was done doing homework and simply enjoyed the chaos in front of him.

Today, the lower floor of the dorms was more or less empty, except for the sizzling and clattering coming from the kitchen. The noise was soothing in an odd sort of way, and the fact Bakugo was the one cooking was just an added bonus. Not only was his food always delicious, Ojiro often felt the need to reassure himself that his classmate was in fact safe. Even if they didn’t talk very often, Ojiro found himself hanging around the blond more and more often, soothing his own anxieties since Bakugo was kidnapped by the league.

“That smells good.” He hummed, standing at the edge of the kitchen sipping from his water bottle. Out of the way, but still hanging around. If Bakugo told him to leave or started to look uncomfortable, Ojiro would go find somewhere else to relax, but he was perfectly content where he was.