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I told her, I will not lose myself again.

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#142

This one I definitely added because of Bakugo. I both feel like he would listen to this, and also it definitely reminds me of him. Bakugo really is like a bomb about to explode, very powerful, I love the energy of this song

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#98

I'm doing this in a random order. I'm gonna do a couple a day I think

I added this one well cause Kirishima and Bakugo are in highschool and the lyrics really feel like realizing you like someone when you're in highschool and wanting to be around them all the time.

Also I feel like Taylor Swift is like, the epitome of love songs, so I had to add a couple of course

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I finally admitted I couldn't stay any longer.

I said it out loud for the first time.

For the moment, nothing's changed, but I have hope.

And I have someone who has my back.

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I created a playlist to listen to while I write my Kiribaku fanfiction

It has been called a horrible abomination, and an absolute clusterfuck

Both of which I wholly agree with. I've got a little bit of everything. I've got Metallica, Taylor Swift, Disney Music, MGK, Country music, TØP, Sinatra, ACDC and way more. It has 148 songs and keeps growing. It's horrendous and I love it.

Contemplating choosing songs and explaining on here why I added them

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My sticky note Kirishima

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Here's a snippet of my WIP:

“Alright, my turn to drive again”

“Bullshit you were driving for hours, I've only been driving for two.”

“Don't care, you're hurt and you need to rest your leg.”

After a little bickering back and forth Bakugo finally relented, pulling over at the next rest stop, though said it was only because he needed to use the restroom. Kirishima smiled softly as he watched Bakugo stomp towards the bathroom. Humming to himself he scooted across the truck bench, getting settled in for another 2 hour drive. They were headed to Thomaston tonight, according to Bakugo, who was now the designated manager of the map. 

He watched silently as Bakugo returned, grabbing something out of his bag in the back and then gingerly hop into the cab. Kirishima didn't comment, but knew that his knee must really be bothering him if he was being that careful and had grabbed a cooling pack to put on it. 

“You need to elevate it too” he mentioned instead. 

“And how the hell do you suggest I do that, I ain't putting my feet up on the dash that's too dangerous.”

“Here just- just turn sideways and prop it up on my leg.” He tried to say it with a casual, instructive voice, ignoring the way his idea made his stomach wiggle. 

Bakugo scoffed but abided, taking his shoe off and setting his foot on Kirishima's thigh. He propped Kirishima’s hoodie underneath his calf to support it. 

“Alright. Ready to go?” Bakugo just grunted in affirmation. 

***

Bakugo is staring. Kirishima tried not to notice or glance over at him, but he can feel the way those red eyes are tracing him. 

Kirishima can't take anymore and is about to say something when Bakugo speaks.

“So are you going west or going back to the farm? Because you're lying to someone- and I don't like liars”

Kirishima felt his mouth go dry. He really didn't want Bakugo to hate him. “I'm not lying to you man. I am going west. I don't know if I'll stay or not though. If I can fix myself, maybe I'll go back but… for now,” Kirishima paused, drumming his fingers once on the steering wheel, “West.”

“Fix yourself?”

Crap.

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I have reached 10,517 words on my WIP. Do I know how I got this far? No.

Will I keep going? Yes.

Should I post a snippet of story for you later? Perhaps 🙂‍↕️🤫

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I hate waking up.

I loove working at 6 in the morning though. Maybe not every day, but most. I like going outside and moving my body as the sun crests over the trees. I listen to my music and plan my day as I move around quiet breathing and the noises of horses grazing on their morning hay.

I love the energy and motivation I have to really get after my goals when I go home.

But I hate getting home. Home to the dark apartment, the inviting couch, the slightly aching muscles and the stinging heel because those boots still rub. Because suddenly all that motivation is gone. All the tired from when you woke up is back, and all you wanna do is go to bed. Everything else seems like a monumental task, the responsibilities weighing on your shoulders like boulders.

I hate waking up.

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Sometimes I think about the fact that there are people who stick to canon so strictly that they cannot fathom a world in which two boys love each other just because they weren't explicitly stated as gay in the canon material. I almost cry when I think about it.

I look at the boys who have matching bracelets, who are best friends, who always show up together, who are always there for each other, who would sacrifice anything for the other and I say 'how is that not love?'

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Writing a story right now. I'm at 8,630 words. This is the most I've ever been able to just write. I'm pantsing this story entirely and I do not know how

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You know I feel like I go to post something and I want it to be deep and makes sense but my actual brain works like a collection of 6 Cheerios and a gummy worm I found under the couch.