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i know i haven’t been super active here lately, but i’m about to stop being active at all for a while. i hope when i get back i’ll be able to do a lot more rping, so fingers crossed!

MIA NOTICE

finally a good excuse to use that pun lol

in any case, i’m going to be leaving next wednesday. i’ll be gone for eight to twelve weeks, during which time i will have no internet access. hopefully, i’ll remember to bring this up again in a week, but in case i forget, i thought i’d let you all know now. hopefully this actually will help and i’ll be in a better place when i get back, but i’ll try to do some writing while i’m gone anyway (original writing, not fanfic - i won’t have my computer, so….)

just. thought i’d let ya know.

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“Maybe... maybe he didn’t know he was their dad? Or hell, maybe thy found out he likes setting people on fire and they’re ticked about it. How the hell should I know, huh? You wanted an answer and I fuckin’ found one.”

“He wouldn’t be a bad parent. He was always such a good brother, told me to follow my dreams.” He hummed. “If he could make me happy and take care of me, there’s not a chance he’d be a bad father.”

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“Maybe he’s a really bad parent, then. Maybe they’re calling him daddy because they want child support. Hell, maybe they want him to make them soba too.”

“He’s my brother? Why wouldn’t I know? If he had children then I’m sure he wouldn’t be running around as a villain, only dropping by on occasion to give me homemade cold soba.”

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“How do you know? Maybe he’s got a ton of kids and he just never bothered to mention it.”

“Can someone explain why people are calling Touya ‘daddy’? He doesn’t have children-”

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i decided today that my first published work will be a poem called “My Grandmother Came From Romania”

it’s gonna take a while to write (bc the grandma in question lives in another state and i want to interview her in person, as well as talk to the rest of my family) but hopefully it’ll be good

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they have similar personalities and phrases internship When horikoshi

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catch him when he’s sweaty and he’ll smell like caramel

why’d u think he covers it up with irish spring soap lmao

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Katsuki Goes To Therapy

Some edits for @evilkitten3 who’s been going through a tough time

Feel better, boo <3

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hey guys i know it’s been a bit since i did much here but i think i’m gonna have to go on official hiatus for a while. my dog isn’t doing too well and i’m not sure i’ll be able to focus much on rping and stuff.

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“Y’know, when Sensei wants me to do something, he says ‘please’. And afterwards I get a cookie.” Seriously, what the hell was he supposed to do with orders like that anyway? The hand-obsessed fucker was lucky he didn’t abduct someone with the ability to change the color of flowers or something.

“Bakugo.” Tomura smirked, but it wasn’t visible with the hand.|| you don’t need to reply! I do this to everyone who follow me! It completely optional ||

“The fuck do you want now?” Bakugou grumbled, not bothering to look at the other. To be fair, it wasn’t like it was his day off or anything– in fact, he was pretty sure they didn’t get those.

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in this essay, i will explode

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“Look, do you want something or not?” the teen snapped, drumming his fingers on the bar counter in annoyance.

“Bakugo.” Tomura smirked, but it wasn’t visible with the hand.|| you don’t need to reply! I do this to everyone who follow me! It completely optional ||

“The fuck do you want now?” Bakugou grumbled, not bothering to look at the other. To be fair, it wasn’t like it was his day off or anything– in fact, he was pretty sure they didn’t get those.

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“Bakugo.” Tomura smirked, but it wasn’t visible with the hand.|| you don’t need to reply! I do this to everyone who follow me! It completely optional ||

“The fuck do you want now?” Bakugou grumbled, not bothering to look at the other. To be fair, it wasn’t like it was his day off or anything– in fact, he was pretty sure they didn’t get those.

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               my    ( b e c o m i n g )   was not  gentle

                              i was  FORGED  in flames… 

                                    i was tempered by pain and the fires                                         that scorched through my veins 

                               i was broken, again and again

                                      melted down

                                                  remade 

                                                            reforged

                           until  n o t h i n g  remained of who i’d been before

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                   strike me, again… 

                                   ( my wounds heal over with STEEL )

                                        ( my bones mend into STONE )

                             strike me, again, and your hand will  b r e a k

                             ( my body is no longer only flesh and blood ) 

                                   strike me, a g a i n, and you will learn…

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           wounds don’t ever heal

                  you just notice them less

            on good days, you forget they exist at all

             but, then comes that one word, that sight, 

      that   s o u n d   that brings the pain rushing back

                                    and you realize

                     you never truly stopped bleeding

                            you just stopped seeing it

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                                             i am…  l o s t 

                                             i can never go  [ h o m e ]