I Would Love To Tell You All That I've Been Busy Writinglike A Good Little Unpaid Authorbut You All Deserve

I would love to tell you all that I've been busy writing—like a good little unpaid author—but you all deserve the truth and that truth is... I have been... distracted...

Just thinking about how absolutely heartbreaking Bakugo is.

Bakugo, who wins the sports festival and is muzzled and put on display at the ceremony because he’s upset he couldn’t prove himself.

Bakugo, who blames himself for being kidnapped.

Bakugo, whose mother told him if he were stronger he would’ve never been kidnapped. 

Bakugo, who thinks he has to be perfect in order to be worth something. 

Bakugo, whose nearly been killed for other people at least twice and has never had that trauma or sacrifice properly acknowledged. 

Bakugo, whose so focused on being the best that he has trouble creating and maintaining friendships. 

Bakugo, who probably won’t be able to form real connections as an adult and as a result will probably end up alone. 

Bakugo, who’ll probably be villanized by media as a pro-hero for his struggle with expressing his emotions in a healthy manner. 

Bakugo, who probably will have so much love to give but wonders why he can’t be good enough for anyone to want him. 

Anyways! Just some super fun Bakugo thoughts! 

Your Bakugou's fluff is soo good!

M-me?? Tanku sm 🥺

Could you imagine if Bakugo Katsuki—little needy stinky boi that he is—was too shy to tell you how he really feels but he couldn’t STAND the idea of being a COWARD so he decides to confess to you in a different language. (I was thinking French cause he hears Aoyama speaking it and he’s all like “Yeah, I can speak croissant, whatever” but you think what you’d like.)

He confesses to you in this language, right, and it’s not just a simple ily or whatever, it’s this super cute super poetic confession he’s been working on for WEEKS! It would be a crime not to hear it, honestly, it’s so out of character and so soft and thoughtful—He says it to your back, mumbling it under his breath like an insult and you FREEZE because, unbeknownst to him, you speak this language and, unbeknownst to him, you also have a raging crush on his fine ass. So, unexpectedly for him, you mumble a response back—a cute little response to his poem and you do it in the language he’s speaking. He isn’t sure what you said, but he recognizes a few words so he KNOWS it was the same language he just spoke and—shjeiehdhrieeimxl! Please he’s be so blushy and embarrassed and so freaking cute!

Whenever Mob Psycho releases new openings or art, I am just reminded how much I love Reigen Arataka 😔

Being a writer is so funny cause I'll just be sitting, stuck in a daydream—as per usual—and I'll think ‟that would be such a cool story‟ or ‟that would be such a cute drabble.‟ Then I sit for a little longer until I realize—oh. I'm a writer. I can write this. Then I don't.