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To watch Kiryu kick somebody with a named-skill was kinda new for me

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Nah but Harry pining makes me so weak. I live for a couple of weeks period where Kim knows just how much Harry is into him but he toys with him like crazy. He sees the looks, little gestures, and he responds just enough to let Harry know he knows but he just teases it for so so long watching Harry squirm as he tries to figure out if he should actually go for it or not. Kim reciprocates in the smallest little ways, just enough to drive Harry crazy

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ENCYCLOPEDIA — The reading comprehension and general common sense of this communist book club is piss-poor.

RHETORIC [Godly: Failure] — How dare you say we piss on the poor?!

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Tbh the fact that Kim likes your karaoke no matter whether you pass or fail the check is touching in a way but also it’s so fucking funny how offended he gets on your behalf if u fail and no one claps for u. “These people wouldn’t know a good performance if it bit them in the ass.” “He really sang his heart out.” He’s like you fucking NORMIES just don’t get it. You philistines.

Even funnier that it’s not even really about you, bc if he genuinely didn’t like it it he’d probably be about as tactful about it as he is about shaving the mutton chops. It’s the principle of the thing. And then u add yet another layer of humor when u know Kim’s personal music tastes. Kim’s not a particularly artsy guy and his conceptualization skills are (at least in Harry’s opinion) “rudimentary,” but he’s also super mega ultra repressed and his release valve seems to be music. Specifically the loudest and nastiest most vulgar music possible. He loves ur performance bc u basically go onstage and have a breakdown set to music for two or three minutes and he’s like so fucking true bestie. Now THAT’S what a good performance should be. An honest display of torment for me the audience to live vicariously through. Except I’m the only one doing that bc I’m da king of da karaoke bar and everyone else is a tasteless hack. <- was listening to “An Asshole is a Mouth for Shit (And I’m Puking)” in his Kineema ten minutes ago

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OK BUT! Harry & Kim investigating a murder at a house party full of Kim’s bitter ex-boyfriends!!

LTN-2JFR HARRY DU BOIS  — “But why are you all here together? Is it so you can talk about Kim?”

YOUR DRAMATIC EX-PARTNER CLAUDE — “Yes. We like to get together every once in a while and compare notes about his secrets.”

COMPOSURE - [SUCCESS]  — You refuse to object, cringe, smile, frown, twitch or make eye contact. You are not going to reward this sort of behavior.

SPOILSPORT — At least, not anymore.

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — The lieutenant-yefreitor does not share your restraint.

LTN-2JFR HARRY DU BOIS — “Really?”

YOUR DRAMATIC EX-PARTNER CLAUDE — “No, we just play Wirral together. Despite how he acts, our lives don’t actually revolve around Kim. Although, if you’d like to compare notes...” He’s pleased to have finally found an audience.

YOU — “Don’t bother, detective. I’ll spare you the trouble. None of these men have my secrets.”

YOUR DRAMATIC EX-PARTNER CLAUDE — “Yes, yes. You’re a fortress on an island inside an active volcano. Nobody knows the real Kim Kitsuragi.”

LTN-2JFR HARRY DU BOIS — “That’s not true.” His smile, a close cousin of The Expression, spreads across his face like slowly melting butter. “I do.”

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the way Jean goes from “eat shit, shitkid” to “sir? lieutenant kitsuragi? sir?” sooooo fast

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I want a fic where Harry and Kim have to solve a murder at a house party full of Kim’s bitter ex-boyfriends

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You all think Kim is cool but my man has definitely jacked it to the photo of the Insulindian Phasmid bc if he squints at the bottom right corner he can kind of see the vague shadow of Harry’s ass

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Kim Kitsuragi secretly sews professional yet flattering clothing to Harry’s exact measurements and leaves them in containers all across Jamrock for Harry to find

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i do not at all mean this in a perjorative manner, but i do think it’s important to be able to consume a piece of media and go, “i’m not the audience for this” and be able to just walk away 

there doesn’t have to be something wrong or “problematic” about something for a person to not like it. personal taste is personal taste. but something not doing it for you doesn’t mean it automatically has to be wrong or bad. it’s just not for you. 

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Happy Halloween!

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"what drugs was op on when they wrote this lmao" none. due to the tense economic situation i've resorted to having weird thoughts for free

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Overtime at work this week... dropping some nsfw below the cut. It’s dkbk outsider POV with minor Kirishima/Bakugou, cuckolding and Deku being rude.

Eijirou's mind blanks out into pure static. There he is: haughty, frigid Katsuki, Eijirou's fucking boyfriend, on his knees. Sucking Midoriya's cock. "Hey, Kirishima-kun," Midoriya says, so calm and polite it's almost like they're genuinely happy to see each other. "Would you mind closing the door?" Katsuki doesn't say a damn word. He's too focused on Midoriya's dick, eyes almost cross-eyed as he struggles to fit the whole thing down his throat. Eijirou's never seen him like this before. He looks like a maiden in love, except for the way he's grinding against Midoriya's leg like a slut. "What... what's going on here?" Eijirou says. It comes out weak, pathetically so, but he wants to hear someone say it. Even though they already know. "Katsuki. *Katsuki*." Midoriya has to scruff Katsuki by the neck and pull him off his cock before he'll say anything. His blond eyelashes blink, red eyes still hazy with lust. Even the little angry furrow between his eyebrows, which Eijirou thought was just how his face looked like normally, is completely gone. "I'm paying Deku back for the massages," he says, more than a little impatient. "Just like I do with you."   "Yeah, but--" Eijirou's stuck in the same trap again. If he says this is weird, that means he's fucked up for tricking Katsuki into doing it for him. But if he doesn't... Eventually, he decides on: "But you always use your hands with me. You've never..."   The word blowjob sticks in his throat, but Katsuki isn't listening for it. Midoriya's thumb has started gently stroking the short hairs at the back of Katsuki's neck, and Katsuki's relaxing into the touch, all his sharp edges smoothing down into the curve of a dreamy smile. He shrugs, not even bothering to look in Eijirou's direction.   "Deku has sensitive skin."   There's a drop of precum beading at the head of Midoriya's dick. Completely enraptured, Katsuki darts down to capture it with his tongue. He cleans the tip of Midoriya's cock with careful kitten licks, then curls his reddened lips around Midoriya's length, renewing his efforts to get to the base. Midoriya sits back with one scarred hand cupping Katsuki's nape, looking down at Katsuki with an indulgent smile. "Kacchan's working so hard," he says. It's true. Katsuki lavishes Midoriya's cock with attention, like he's hungry for it. Like pleasing Midoriya is the only thing he knows. "He told me about what you two talked about the other day, you know." "Oh, yeah?" Eijirou says, like an idiot. It's the only thing he can come up with. "Really. I promised Kacchan I'd try to set your mind at ease," Midoriya says. He looks up at Eijirou with a hero's smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "I'm not against your relationship. I never was. When I left U.A., I wasn't thinking about anyone but myself. I'm grateful that Kacchan still had someone by his side."

What the hell does Eijirou say to that? You're welcome? Oh, okay, we're cool, then, you and my boyfriend can do whatever you want?

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