Why Do I Do These Things - Tumblr Posts

I stopped doing my course work to lookup when Takaritsu week was this year, becuase I know it’s sooooon. And I was hoping maybe I could write something this year for it.

I have proceeded to dick around on my phone for another 20 minutes since I found my answer.

I won’t be doing anything except turning in more homework late if I keep this up.

Is this executive dysfunction or just depression?

Stuck in his own damn web

Tail for silk-spinning purposes, I refuse to have the webs comin outta his ass 💀

Pov you're so lonely you're giving yourself asks and faking conversations with yourself

Fr tho

"What's the point of hot drinks?"

I ask, drinking a hot cup of tea

Coloured a picture of Roman entirely with random texture jpegs I found on google images

why did no one stop me-

???

Yea I like Winter, why?

Ok so I’m at a Fall Out Boy concert and I was trying to get to my seat. I was in the wrong row, so I tried to step over the chairs behind me to get to the right row. So I stepped into a chair, and the entire row of chairs came crashing down and in (they were folding chairs) and I fell off and kind of into the chair. Everyone was staring, and I figured I might as well post this before someone else does. Can’t wait for my tumblr infamy and my stupidity immortalized.

I didn’t go all Reynolds pamphlet and humiliate myself for three notes, dammit!

Ok so I’m at a Fall Out Boy concert and I was trying to get to my seat. I was in the wrong row, so I tried to step over the chairs behind me to get to the right row. So I stepped into a chair, and the entire row of chairs came crashing down and in (they were folding chairs) and I fell of and kind of into the chair. Everyone was staring, and I figured I might as well post this before someone else does. Can’t wait for my tumblr infamy and my stupidity immortalized.

Shitty art, YAY IT LOOKS LIKE SHIT

Most of the hazbin hotel characters as cursed cats

just wanna share my fem! hanma shuji costest pics + tiktok 😍🚬

Aaand scene!

Katsuki continued to just stare at the man sitting across from him and another person -an  agent from the government- as he and the detective talked about some things about the recent case Katsuki was also a part of.

At least that’s what Katsuki knows that they are talking about.

His mind blocked everything out ever since the man across from him came in the room.

It was definitely out of his expectations.

He never even thought about this ever happening in his entire life time.

Deku is now in front of him again after who knows how long has it been.

It’s almost been a decade he thinks. The pro hero has never seen or heard from the greenette ever since middle school. Sure, their mothers are still good friends and Inko gets to have dinner with them from time to time but, not once has Izuku been with her.

Katsuki’s own mother told hiim not to bring Izuku up in any of their conversations -not that he wanted to talk about him anyway (way out of character in his mind and he is definitely not concerned by the nerd at all, yup, not at all).

He thought it was weird at first. Hell, it was weird through out everything. But he couldn’t take his mind of it.

Guess he knows why now.

Midoriya Izuku now sits across from him, a tired look on his face -a very tired look. Bloodshot eyes and dark bags under his eyes. Complexion pale as a ghost. A small scar -most probably from a blade- rested on the left side of his jaw. Even from where Katsuki was sitting, the blond could smell the faint scent of alcohol coming from the greenette. 

He drinks? What the hell has he been doing? 

Izuku even wore piercings in his ear and when he opened his mouth, Katsuki see another one resting on the tip of his mouth.

Does his mother approve of that? Katsuki doesn’t think so.

All through out the meeting Katsuki sat there in silence not knowing what to do, what to say, all he could do at the moment was think about whatever was right in front of him now was a dream or not.

The pro hero came to when it ended and Izuku stood to leave -same with the agent, but as of now Katsuki doesn’t care about him.

“Mind if you leave us for a second.”Katsuki spoke up finally to the agent without taking his gaze off of Izuku.

The agent was about to say something but Izuku cut him off. “What if I mind?” Izuku asked, brows furrowing slightly.

“Come on, Izuku, don’t give me that attitude.” Katsuki growled.

Izuku rolled his eyes. “You’re saying that as if you didn’t give me a shitty attitude when we were children.”

Okay.

There’s no way Katsuki could deny that one.

Katsuki pursed his lips together, clenched teeth underneath, trying hard not to lash out. He can do that now.... one way or another. At least he doesn’t just instantly screams at people now.

“It’s just a talk, what’s so wrong about it?” Katsuki asked.

“You of all people want to “talk?” Izuku raised an eyebrow.  “Never thought that’s a phrase that’ll come out of your mouth.”

“Deku...” Katsuki growled lowly, his patience nearing its end. As the air of the room started to get heavy the agent thought it was best for him to leave the room silently -mostly because hhe doesn’t want to be in the blond’s range if he did started to blowing things up.

He values his life and well being very much.

“Aaand there’s that old nickname, thought it was weird you started using my name over there. Thought something possessed you or something.” Izuku said with a sarcastic tone.

A vein popped in Katsuki head, expression changing to a full scowl. 

I think you’re the one possessed.

“What the hell happened to you?” The blond asked, preferring to just get things in track rather than start to scream and start punching something.

Izuku’s expression darkened, eyes narrowin dark green boring into red.

“Why do you care?” Izuku said lowly.

“Is that a problem too?”

“Yes, cause you never cared about anything else other than yourself.” Izuku answered, hardly even thinking about it before he said it. “Much less if it’s me.” He added.

Fuck.

That was a hard blow.

But he changed. Katsuki is better than he was back at middle school, actually if he could he wants to go back to that time and take all the things he did back, to apologize, to make things better.

And maybe -just maybe- things wouldd be different right now. Maybe Izuku won’t turn out like this. Maybe Izuku would be doing better. Maybe Katsuki and Izuku would be in better terms. Maybe they would have been good friends until now.

That wouldn’t happen.

The bridge is already destroyed to bits, it won’t be fixed anymore.

“Deku...” Katsuki called out softly, his feeling was shifted from anger to regret.

“Katsuki...” He called back, the same low, angered tone in his voice. 

The two remained styaed there, in complate silence just looking at each other, Izuku’s eyes looking directly at Katsuki’s eyes, looking if he’ll say anything else.

Izuku sighed then standing from his seat. “You don’t have to know jack shit about me, isn’t worth shit anyway even to me. And please, you don’t have to talk to me during this whole shit. Just carry on with your life, don’t mind a shitty extra like me.” He said before turning around to head to the door.

Katsuki stood immediately. “Deku, wait.”

And Izuku was out the door without a word.

Damn it.

[sorry about this. just wanted to do this scene even though i don’t have a good plot to put it in i just have to get this out of my system. don’t mind this shit.]

Gray or Black?

He ran. He just ran, to let the thoughts get out of his head to make the thoughts go away. To run away from reality even in just a second longer.

 But he couldn’t.

 Not when the ring wrapped in his finger constantly reminds him of what he’s running away from.

 Katsuki stopped in his tracks, breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his temple.

 The blond wanted to scream. He wants to scream so badly. Wanted to let the pain out as much as he can. He needed to stay strong, and pain hinders him to.

 But he can’t. The blond will seem crazy if he did that. Although he already he has a reputation of screaming and yelling a lot, especially to other people.

 Katsuki raised his left hand, where the ring rested on his ring finger -the ring that connects him to his soulmate. He narrowed his eyes as he found the color of the ring.

 Gray.

 A very dull gray.

 Something that is very appropriate to his soulmate, Deku, who is currently on the hospital bed. In a coma. His body covered with casts, bandages bruises and wounds -Katsuki knows that there will surely be new scars appearing on the nerd’s body somewhere.

 How long has he been like that you ask?

 3 weeks or so? Almost a month? The blond isn’t sure, time was both quick and slow when it came to him. He isn’t sure what day it is today already as well.

 He hated it.

 Not only could he not focus on his job as a hero and that his rank as the top 3 hero is in danger -he’s still on his way to defeat Deku on the No. 1 spot after all (and actually, he doesn’t care about that much right now, the worst they can do is put him the top 10 spot) but he hated that his hero boyfriend over there is a suicidal martyr that without a doubt in his mind would jump into danger to help even just one person while not caring how many injuries, scars and etc. it would leave him.

 It frustrated him to no end but also admired him for it. He won’t say it of course, the blond has a feeling the greenette will get even worse if he says that to him face to face. No one can just do that so easily. Not all heroes can do that. Not even Katsuki.

 And look what the nerd got himself into for that.

 He clenched his teeth as a scowl formed on his face, his hand turning to a fist, his knuckles turning white as he did.

 The sighed out heavily, before pulling the energy to continue his morning run (and running away from reality even just a single moment.

 But before he can even could even take a step, a heavy weight fell to his chest, like all of a sudden, his heart was ripped out of him. Eyes went wide, the blond could feel the blood is draining away from him. He could feel himself trembling where he stood. Katsuki isn’t taking a risk in walking just yet cause he’s sure as hell that he’ll fall to the ground.

 Slowly, the pro hero raised his hand to view. Eyes with horror this time as he saw the color of the ring.

 Black.

 Pure black.

 Katsuki ran, without him knowing. He ran as fast as he could. He didn’t know if he just ran or he used his quirk to get there but that didn’t matter right now. It didn’t matter at all to be honest.

 All that did matter was Deku.

 The only meaning associated with black is…

 Death…

 No, no, no, no. Katsuki thought as he ran through the streets, the crowd parting like the red sea as they saw the blond ran, worried looks on their faces.

 Don’t you dare, you nerd. Don’t you fucking dare.

 Katsuki looked at the ring on his hand once more. It was still black but it wasn’t fading, it still hasn’t turned to dust.

 Yet…

 Katsuki shook his head.

 No, not “yet”, I know the nerd won’t just kick the bbucket that easily.

 Finally, Katsuki arrived at the hospital, he rushed inside and through the corridors -the nurses didn’t bother to stop him, not that they can rival the strength of a pro hero anyway, plus they know the situation there anyway.

 The door to his room was open, the blond could see the doctors running in and out of the room, he could here the shouts of commands. When he was at the door, the first thing he saw was the doctor shouting some number for the defibrillator. And pushing it down to Deku’s chest as he said “Clear!”

 Inko was right there beside him, clutching on to her son’s hand like her life depends on it, tears streaming down her cheeks as she talked  - prayed­- to not take her son away from her. Katsuki rushed next to her as he too, grabbed to their joined hands, clutching on to their hands until his knuckles turned white.

 Don’t you dare nerd! Don’t you dare leave me Deku.

 Please don’t leave.

 I don’t know what I’ll do without you.

 Please.

 ….

 …

 …Beep…

 The weight on Katsuki’s chest -that godddamn boulder- was finally out of his chest. The blond opened his eyes -he doesn’t remember when he closed them in the first place- red orbs immediately landing on the ring wrapped around his finger.

 Gray.

 It’s back to that dull gray color.

 As much as he hated that one, but he hated the black one more.

 Next time this ring turns black again, Katsuki thought as if he and Deku can communicate with the power of their minds. The next time that happens you little shit I’m gonna beat your ass, got it?

 He got no answer.

 Figured.

 “You’ll definitely wake up,” he whispered, mostly to himself. “You have to.”

 I’ll be waiting…

ok so-

the term "don't judge a book by it's cover" is innaccurate, I judge books by their covers all the time example:

this, i hate this, if i saw this at a book shop, i don't care how good it is, i'm not buying that. I just can't deal with that cover

now this, i like this, they are literally both the same book, but this, i'd buy this

This is one of my dumbest creations I fear (i probably will create dumber shit tho)

I blame @mito-wito-chondrial for this