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( phases into existence )  happy birthday to my girl ochako i love her with all my heart

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i’m not back i just showed up to try and make @dckv cry

“ d-deku-kun ... ”

the name escapes her in a wheeze, raspy and broken as the dust settles around them. he’s not far from her; she’d just barely managed to shove him a few crucial feet further away and past the door frame, elevated by one last-ditch use of her quirk before the walls gave in and it all came down on top of them. quirk training or not, half a building exceeds her weight limit by far – their only option had been to run, and when time ran out she’d taken what she could get.

she’s at the very edge of the cave-in. it’s yet another almost – she almost made it, she was almost quick enough, almost strong enough, almost. almost, but not quite. and now her whole body is on fire and her hair is matted to her face with blood from a pounding head wound. she can’t feel anything below her waist; she’s afraid to move, too scared to look at the damage. she can’t, doesn’t want to imagine what she might look like from deku’s perspective.

but deku. deku made it through. 

deku, whose first instinct when the bombs went off was to usher everyone to safety. deku, who is scrambling over to her now, wobbly on his legs after all they just went through, large eyes filled with worry and fear. deku, who won’t even think about tending to his own wounds as long as someone else might still need his help.

deku, who will be a great hero.

through the pain and the haze of her waning consciousness, ochako smiles. it’s wobbly, pitiful; the image of deku blurs before her eyes as hot tears pearl down her cheeks.  “ i’m glad ... you’re safe ... ”

the truth is – she’s terrified. they’ve gotten injured a lot, and badly, but it’s never been like this. they’ve never been this far removed from help, and she doesn’t believe she can get out from under this rubble. the structure is unstable; if deku pulls at the wrong piece, there’s no telling what could happen.

maybe, she thinks in a sudden moment of clarity – maybe this is it. 

through the blood and the tears, ochako smiles wider. 

“ i did it, deku-kun ... ”  deku needs to live on. the world needs her friend, more than they could ever need her ... and that is okay. what matters is that he is safe, and that he can continue to keep others safe. she’d ensured that – she’d made it. 

that is the one thing that isn’t an almost. not this time. not like nighteye.

“ ... this time ... i wasn’t ... too late ... ”

her vision blurs; deku is a warm shade of green against the gray. his frantic voice reaches her through swathes of cotton and fog, its meaning lost; she’s slipping, she can feel it. 

she hopes her parents will forgive her.  

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brazenflair:

Weightlessness | @inkbonds 

        “Wow this quirk is amazing!” The young teenager giggled as she floated airily up to the ceiling. She’d seen this student around before. She was from class 1-A and good friends with some of her colleagues. 

        This was a sensation, though. Was one she never thought she’d feel… Like all of the weight of the world was suddenly gone, floating up and up. “So you have trouble utilizing it on yourself? It makes sense, many people feel as if they are plunging into nothingness when experiencing anti-gravity!” 

        She did some flips in the air and floated back down to look at her classmate, “Some astronauts work hard and do all the necessary training to be launched into outer space…. But sometimes no amount of training can stop that panic of a constant free fall.” Mei shrugged and spun so she wasn’t upside down anymore, “But it doesn’t seem to me that your problem is that severe! It’s just the nausea that’s bothering you?” 

     Ochako would be lying if she said she wasn’t still a little taken aback by Hatsume’s brazen attitude. She’d been a bit hesitant to approach her about this matter, especially remembering how badly the last time had gone – but there was no getting past Hatsume when going to the workshops, and this was a necessary step to improve herself. 

     Like this, though, actually focused on the matter at hand and keeping a safe distance, Ochako supposed Hatsume wasn’t that bad. Encouraged by the thought that perhaps this encounter might go better than she anticipated, she offered the other girl a smile as she watched her wiggle in mid-air to steer her body around. 

    “Yeah! My costume already covers anti-nausea pressure points and the like, but I still can’t seem to combat the nausea for long when I’m weightless myself. And then there’s, y’know –” she gestures at Hatsume, who was currently flailing her arms and kicking her legs to achieve an upright position. “– the fact that it’s a little hard to steer once you’re weightless. Up until now I’ve been pushing myself off of the ground in time with the gravity release to give myself momentum, but once I’m in mid-air and there’s no surface to make use of anywhere nearby ...” 

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panicsprey:

    He didn’t expect to fool people. Izuku wasn’t well versed in deceit, even if it were to the benefit of those around him. He cursed himself for that; wearing his heart on his sleeve really had done no one- not him, nor anyone around him- any good since the start. But he couldn’t help it. He was trying to get better about it- place the cog back in the machine, hide it behind a trick door and shut it tight the way so many people around him seemed so adept at. It kept you safe; it kept others from getting hurt when you weren’t good enough at dealing with yourself not to burden them. But no matter what, it felt like the door was springloaded, that every time he forced his heart back in, something wrenched it back out into the open, exposed it, ruined his chances for privacy, for not burdening those around him. 

    He’d just have to try to get better-

      Did that really feel like it’d be better…? Didn’t really feel like it… but what choice was there…?

    But that’s what you did, right? You smiled- smiled to hide the fear and hurt inside, to trick yourself. Hadn’t All Might said that….?

    All Might. His eyes popped up, looking at Recovery Girl with a wide-eyed surprise. He… reminded her…? He’d say it was the quirk, but Recovery Girl knew about the quirk properly So then… Ah- there it was. The slightest twinge of a sincere smile, of pride in himself for the briefest of moments. If he could hold even a flickering candle up to the inferno that was All Might, he’d say he was at least going the right way. The warm feeling felt misplaced, unwelcome in such a cold and sterile hallway as this, but he selfishly clung to it for the time being. Maybe that weak flame would keep him going for the time being-

“He was just as eager to go out there and go beyond-”

    The flame swelled-

“- just as unwilling to show what he perceived as weakness-”

    An uncertain flicker-

“- and just as oblivious to his own progress.”

    …. and waned- didn’t extinguish, mind you, but the enthusiasm was more muted now. His own…. Consternation was evident on his face as he searched the woman for her intentions. He wasn’t hiding his weakness- it was all he had. He was a product of his faults and shortcomings and always had been. That was… that was the whole problem. What did progress matter if you still fell short? What did progress matter if you still weren’t good enough? The sweat, the tears, the blood- did it count for anything if you still ended up a failure? If you still let those counting on you-

    He lifted a hand to his face with enough speed nearly to slap himself, a snap reflex, cursing internally that his body had reacted without his say so. This wasn’t- how the hell were there any more tears in him after earlier? He needed to stop being such a cry-baby. This was a learning experience, and a tough one; but that didn’t mean he got to sit here and wallow about it instead of learning, instead of progressing. He didn’t want to cry anymore. He wanted to be done with it. 

     So he sniffled, keeping the heel of his palm pressed firmly to his face as he muttered, “I don’t…. I don’t really feel that much like All Might right now.”

            All Might saved people. All Might didn’t fail. He never had.                                   Guess Izuku was always meant to fall short, after all.

     Ah. She made him cry. 

     Knitting needles stilled and found their temporary place in Chiyo’s lap; it took but a moment of rummaging in one of her large coat pockets to find a packet of tissues to offer him. “It’s okay to cry, dear,” she told him kindly, her earnest gaze softened by sympathy. While she was relieved to see that her words had had the desired effect, she couldn’t help but wish he would understand that there was no shame in expressing his emotions. “everyone does.”

     Instead of looking at him and potentially making the poor boy even more uncomfortable, Chiyo chose to pick up her knitting work again; for a few, long moments, the rhythmic chinking of her needles was all that filled the space between them. 

    “Aspiring to be like All Might isn’t a bad thing. He’s certainly the best hero your generation has ever seen.” This was old news, of course. Even so, the old nurse weighed her next words carefully. “But you’re wrong to believe that he's infallible, Midoriya. Toshinori has experienced his fair share of failures too – I watched him make a good amount of mistakes throughout the years, ranging from funny to tragic. I doubt he’d be too thrilled to talk about some of them if you asked him.”

     A sigh fell from thinned lips, then, her gaze flitting over to the boy beside her. She wished he would see Toshinori as he was, not as he pretended to be – the man was as human as everyone else, and fallibility was part of his nature just the same. 

     Being a Hero doesn’t mean never failing, Midoriya. Heroes are humans, too.

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ikikaeru:

@inkbonds​, the festivities begin

The school’s culture festival arrived with precisely the amount of complications as anticipated. Seeing as U.A. students were always under some sort of fire, all their troubles, whether petty or substantial, flowed under the bridge in due time. In the end, the last order of business? Enjoy the festival.

Presently, students gathered in the courtyard, bouncing between stands and kiosks and attractions. The Marketing Department took great pride in showing off their carefully selected merchandise and prices, while other classes struggled to compare to the calculated bang-to-buck ratio. All around, there was no shortage of sights to see.

For the past half hour, Ochako and Tsuyu had been tugging each other around by their sleeves, hands flying in the air to point out the nearest spectacle. Energy burned on darting from booth to booth and raising their voices to climb above the ruckus, Tsuyu decided to stall by a food stand.

“We should probably get something to eat sooner rather than later. What do you want, Ochako?”

     They had learned fairly early on in their stay at U.A. that rarely anything ever went smoothly. Times were uncertain, evil was afoot – there was only so much the school’s staff could do to protect the fledgeling generation of heroes from the ugly reality trying to push their way through the high security school gates. But no villain would have an easy time wreaking havoc in a school devoted to heroics; they’d proven that before, and they had proven so once again. 

     Winged with the elation that came with a successful performance and a festival unthreatened, the kids had quickly directed their enthusiasm to the festivities around them. There were so many things to see that Ochako hardly knew where to start, and their first hour of official leisure time had been spent bouncing from one attraction to the next, weaving through the crowd with glowing eyes and excitedly pointing fingers. She’d feel guilty for dragging poor Tsuyu along with her if it weren’t for the fact that the other girl was doing the same thing to her, equally starry-eyed; hard to tell who was pulling whom where, so even were the scales. 

     Tsuyu’s question as they came to a halt at the side of the crowded path did a fine job of reminding Ochako of her empty stomach. A stomach that decided to growl right that moment, in fact. “Oh, good idea! I didn’t even realize what time it is ...” 

     Sheepish, Ochako rubbed the back of her head, then let her eyes wander along the row of stands ahead of them. Hard to say what she felt like today ... definitely something sweet ... “Oh!! They have crêpes!!”       

     Did her eyes just turn a little sparkly? Maybe. Either way – the crêpes sign attached to the side of a booth further down the path was a godsend. Ochako wasted no time in literally pointing it out to her companion, her other hand catching a hold of Tsuyu’s sleeve and tugging excitedly. When was the last time she’d indulged in a crêpe? She couldn’t remember. 

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ooc || h-hewwo? it me! 

surprise surprise, i’m still alive! ( who would have thought so at this point, right? ) and guess what? my semester is about to come to an end!! which means i will finally have a life again!! 

consequently, i’ll be going through my thread tracker and making an attempt at replying to everything i owe during the next uhhh week or so ( bear with me as i try to recover from the semester and get back into the swing of things, please ), BUT – i know it’s been like forever in some cases, so if you’d like me to consider a thread we had as dropped, please let me know!! that way i won’t make an attempt at replying even though you don’t want me to anymore! 

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ooc || h-hewwo? it me! 

surprise surprise, i’m still alive! ( who would have thought so at this point, right? ) and guess what? my semester is about to come to an end!! which means i will finally have a life again!! 

consequently, i’ll be going through my thread tracker and making an attempt at replying to everything i owe during the next uhhh week or so ( bear with me as i try to recover from the semester and get back into the swing of things, please ), BUT – i know it’s been like forever in some cases, so if you’d like me to consider a thread we had as dropped, please let me know!! that way i won’t make an attempt at replying even though you don’t want me to anymore! 

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ooc || h-hewwo? it me! 

surprise surprise, i’m still alive! ( who would have thought so at this point, right? ) and guess what? my semester is about to come to an end!! which means i will finally have a life again!! 

consequently, i’ll be going through my thread tracker and making an attempt at replying to everything i owe during the next uhhh week or so ( bear with me as i try to recover from the semester and get back into the swing of things, please ), BUT – i know it’s been like forever in some cases, so if you’d like me to consider a thread we had as dropped, please let me know!! that way i won’t make an attempt at replying even though you don’t want me to anymore! 

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    HAPPY BIRTHDAY JANA!!!                —— (  @inkbonds  )

Honestly Jana, messaging you that day was the best thing I could have done in my entire life.  My dude, I honestly don’t know where I would be if not for your support and kindness in these past months, but I definitely wouldn’t be as happy as I am today if I did not know you. I love everything we’ve written, and even though I’m slow, I’m excited to write even more with you!!!  You’re incredible, Jana  –  I mean that from the bottom of my gay heart, you see.  I LOVE YOU MY PAL… MY DUDE…  I’m so incredibly happy to be your friend, and though you have classes today, I hope your day goes SO GOOD!!!

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( very belated ) hiatus notice.

ooc || where are all these new followers coming from? i’ve been dead for like two months?? i mean hello to the new peeps & the old peeps alike! nice to see you here still ( even though my activity doesn’t warrant it ).  i feel like it’s high time for an update? so … heya. haha. i guess the good news is i’m not dead? bad news – uni owns my ass, guys. it’s only gonna get worse from here on out, so i don’t think you’ll see me around here much at all before uhhhh July 20th or something? yeah. sucks, i know. i’m doing ok tho!  mutuals who wanna keep in touch can feel free to ask me for my discord, tho i must warn you that i’m the worst at starting and/or holding up conversations because i’m quite busy and also very scatterbrained lmao. don’t take it personally! 

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( very belated ) hiatus notice.

ooc || where are all these new followers coming from? i’ve been dead for like two months?? i mean hello to the new peeps & the old peeps alike! nice to see you here still ( even though my activity doesn’t warrant it ).  i feel like it’s high time for an update? so ... heya. haha. i guess the good news is i’m not dead? bad news – uni owns my ass, guys. it’s only gonna get worse from here on out, so i don’t think you’ll see me around here much at all before uhhhh July 20th or something? yeah. sucks, i know. i’m doing ok tho!  mutuals who wanna keep in touch can feel free to ask me for my discord, tho i must warn you that i’m the worst at starting and/or holding up conversations because i’m quite busy and also very scatterbrained lmao. don’t take it personally! 

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IN THIS HOUSE WE LOVE AND RESPECT LYN!!!

IN THIS HOUSE WE LOVE AND RESPECT LYN!!!

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╰☆╮ BEST PICTURE NOMINEES (2018) AESTHETICS. 

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THE SHAPE OF WATER. early mornings.  art on an easel.  being trapped.  flashy cars.  self-righteous intolerance. speaking volumes without a word. being submerged.  learning and adapting. raindrops on windows. bubbles rising in water.  cats.  taboo desires. tanks of water. kitschy nostalgia. kissing underwater.  silence.  isolation. golden age hollywood.  sign language. scales. egg shells.  jell-o.  the smell of cleaning supplies.  creature features. the space race.  red coats.  monstrous fairy tales. lab coats. lunches in brown bags.  the click of shoes. smog. dance routines.  slices of pie.  toxic masculinity.  chains.  government secrets. seeing past flaws. floating aimlessly.  needles.  greens and blues.  deep, inexorable scars. gills.  music from the 30′s.  retro-futurism.  bloody hand prints. routines.  record players. old movies. love in unexpected places.

PHANTOM THREAD.     a doll in a gilded birdcage. butter to bread. the death of a mother. cycles. hidden messages.  a disruptive presence.  longing. wedding gowns.  posh control. post-war.  brightly coloured socks. inner turmoil. poison.  an air of quiet death. hallucinations. family dysfunction.  rich fabrics. curses.  soft piano music. restrained anger. spinning out of control.  artist and muse.  dark love.  pastels.  peace in the countryside.  clockwork dynamics. perfection.  wild mushrooms. giving up every piece of yourself. rags to riches.  ghosts. new year’s.  lingering gazes.  needle and thread. fine dining.  hearing every sound. being ambushed.  ego. flowing dresses. a person out of place. defiance.  ink to paper.  an artist tortured by their art.  obsessive personalities.  peepholes.  soothing elegance.  silk. spiral staircases. driving at high speeds. high society.

THE POST.     typewriters.  newspapers. tense climates.  distrust of authority.   internal battles. a legacy at stake. secrets. cover-ups. defending what you believe. peering through windows.  melodrama. political corruption.  behind closed doors. sniffing a scoop.  ringing phones.  lying for over a decade.   cramming and crowding. cold grays. war.  fluorescent lights.   treason.  shuffled papers.  the jungle. a weight on your shoulders.  fresh coffee.  thousands of deaths.  burglary.  finding your voice.  risking everything. propaganda. tough choices. exposure.  type being set by hand.  workplace rivalries.  abusing power.  security breaches.  hierarchy.  a bed strewn with papers and books.  paranoia.  orders. clicking keys.  redacted files.  desk clutter. cigarette smoke.  precious cargo.  vanished technologies.  suspenseful conversations.  facing charges. courtroom battles.  suits and ties.

DARKEST HOUR.  never surrendering. duty. countless negotiations. the flash of cameras. beaches. historic buildings.  guzzling booze.  resignation. utter catastrophe.  bunkers.  radio broadcasts.  going against the odds. bathed in red light.  a sense of humor.  allies. shouting matches.  small square windows.  selfishness.  walking with a cane.  war rooms.  chandeliers.  dust floating in air. righteousness. a poor reputation.  an elevator surrounded by darkness.  a world at war.  needing a miracle. interruptions. a last hope. cigar smoke. quoting poetry.  photos of a loved one.  a single sunbeam.  monarchy.  vanity.  rescue missions.  refusing peace.  allied chambers.  military uniforms. taking a stand.  common folk.  suicide missions.  drums of war.  tears down sullen cheeks.  reluctance.  complete collapse.  evacuations.  enveloped by fog.  changing history.  blood, toil, tears and sweat.

THREE BILLBOARDS OUTSIDE EBBING, MISSOURI.      severe burns.  police uniforms.  sirens.  the calmness of a deer.  strumming guitars.  grieving.  horrifying memories.  sucker punches.  a lack of respect.  facing threats.  skin under fingernails. flicking cigarettes.  awkward dates.  nasty rumors. claustrophobia.  lush green pastures.  molotov cocktails.  the fire of anger and revenge.  strangers.  no remorse.  bashing in windows.  the mid west.  provoking a fight.  pointing fingers.  being pressed for time.  rundown old houses.  grey morality.  dark undercurrents.  insurmountable losses.  cruel laughs.  the american flag.  dive bars. guilty no matter what.  buildings in flames.  ambulances. coughing up blood.  spitting.  chewing on fingernails.  one versus many.  black and red.  not understanding another’s feelings.  a mother and child.  the pain of others.  a quest of justice.  abandoned billboards.  a hardened gaze.  driving to nowhere.  small towns.  last letters.  absurd violence.

DUNKIRK.    burying a body.  warm cider.   narrow escapes.  a race against time.  a small boat.  all hope lost.  being unable to come home.  taken prisoner.  shipwrecks.  assuming the identity of someone else.  setting fire to it all.  smoke rising from a crash.  sea foam.  seaports.  rendered blind.  dropping to take cover.  land, sea, and air. entangled in chain.  toast with jam.   suspense.  waiting for escape. wounded men. lying in the sand.  trauma. blank spaces.  sinking ships.  commended a hero.  cocking a gun.  swallowed by darkness.  bullet holes. obstacles and delays.  a hero’s welcome.  planes overhead.  the sounds of a ticking clock.  bullets ricocheting off metal.  people by the thousands.  shell-shocked.  the explosions of shells on shores.  the sound of destruction.  rising tides. head injuries.  target practice.  compressed time and space.  the perennial threat of death.  oil ignited into flames. lying for the greater good.  blocking out the noise.  primal dangers.  taking command.  sole survivor.

GET OUT.      deer antlers.  suburbs.  hypnosis.  strange behavior.  familial tension.  chopping wood. uneasy stares.  tears and a smile.  deception.  fight or flight.  blindness.  survival.  sinking into the floor.  watching but powerless.  strapped to a chair.  plugged ears.  a failed handshake.  car accidents.  sunken places. something out of a nightmare.  going hysterical.  bingo cards.  smoking cigarettes.  static on a television set.  doing more harm than good.  a hint of a smile.  a stranger in any environment that is foreign to them.  waiting for someone to come when they never will.  overturned candles.  wealthy garden parties.  constantly looking over your shoulder.  silence no matter how hard you scream.  trances.  catharsis.  a battle of wills.  layers being peeled back.  a cup of tea. nosebleeds.  addiction.  last bits of life leaving a body.  black and white photography.  sprinting at high speeds. conspiracies.  surgery.  blankly polite speech.  noise of a spoon scraping across a teacup.  a deer in headlights.  staring at your own reflection.  unable to sleep.  loyal friends.

LADY BIRD.       california landscapes.  budding romance.  uniforms.  consolation.  plain and luscious colors.  apologizing.  boorish sex.  prom dresses.  secondhand dresses.  strong personalities.  the ups and downs of adolescence.  the theatre.  being simultaneously warm and scary.  battling depression.  90’s fashion.  dreaming of elsewhere.  partying.  signatures on a cast.  living on the wrong side of the tracks.  not being bound by any era.  rejection.  sparklers.  thrift stores.  high school.  identity crisis.  a place that looks like a memory. going behind backs.  disappointed parents.  catholicism.  poverty.  busy new york city streets.  monotonous hometowns.  shitty bands.  anarchy.  drifting in and out of friendships.  menial jobs.  red hair.  self-given names.  coming-of-age.  a broken arm.  excessive drinking.  first kisses.  cupcakes.  smudged eye makeup.  bruises gained unknowingly.  strained relationships.  screaming in the middle of the street.   thoughtful letters.  standing out.  decorated bedroom walls. having a change of heart.  expressing individuality.

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ooc || hey, just a quick note that I’M VERY SORRY FOR MY RECENT LACK OF ACTIVITY!! my summer semester started a little over a week ago and I’m still slowly getting used to the swing of things. these days my mind’s all over the place and I’m constantly tired, so my focus has been nonexistent hhhh I’m hoping this’ll pass once i’m fully back in the groove, until then please bear with me a little longer! 

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do you enjoy lawful goods? are you partial to the fast things in life? perhaps you have a weakness for class reps and budding heroes? maybe you just really like boys that are shaped like a dad. hell, you could just want to bully a nerd. 

if any of these sound of interest to you, you might enjoy a new indie tenya iida from boku no hero academia!! go ahead and give this post a like and/or reblog if you’re interested in interacting!

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[sobbing] ❝ I don’t have enough money for chicken nuggets. ❞ ( from ochako )

favorite vine sentence starters || @inkbonds || accepting!

Iida’s eyebrows shot up, concern drawing up his expression as the girl burst into tears in front of him. “We can share mine, please, it will be okay-” As class rep, he should be more prepared for his classmates’ times of crisis! Taking a deep breath- he chose to sacrifice. “In fact, you can have all of them. They’re all yours!” He presented the paper bag, hoping to stem the tear flow.