im a little bit like if you made a girl out of boyfriend material. But you did it wrong

And the grass where you lay left a bed in your shape

This is basically their dynamic during the entire movie

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Maybe it's not their approval you need, it is your own. Maybe you are the person who needs to be proud of yourself. Because it seems that no matter how hard you try, one of the people who criticizes you the most is...yourself.

I love her so much

~The Bad Guys~

This movie was so cute. the animation. the style. All of it

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Pity Party

"God fucking dammit!"

Bakugou clenched his eyes shut, trying to breathe. Inexplicably, he felt a burning behind his eyelids as water seemed to want to spill over. He exhaled slowly, holding the tears at bay.

I will not throw a temper tantrum. I'm a grown-ass man. Shitty things happen. Today has been a shitty day. I will not let this set me back. 

(Therapy had been good for him.)

"Hey, babe! I'm home!" 

Bakugou found it a little easier to relax, tension dropping off his shoulders as Kirishima poked his head around the corner. The redhead immediately looked concerned though.

"What's wrong?" 

"Nothing," Bakugou denied. 

"No, something is," Kirishima argued. "You're tense. And you look sad. Talk to me, sweetheart. What happened?"

Bakugou opened his mouth to deny it again, only for his voice to crack. He paused, hating that he felt the water returning to his eyes, this time stronger.

"'T's stupid," he mumbled, sight blurring. 

"Talk to me," Kirishima said again, pulling him into a hug.

Bakugou sniffled. "I overslept and was three minutes late to work this morning. I didn't have time to make lunch, so I had to go to the cafeteria. They were out of mapo tofu and I had to eat a quick ramen. Since Deku was on time this morning, he got to go out on patrol and I had to stay in and do paperwork all afternoon. And I got a text that the hoodie I ordered came in and I was looking forward to it, but I just opened it and they sent me the wrong one and I just–I–It's pathetic, nothing bad happened, I just–"

"Hey, hey, shhhh," Kirishima soothed, rocking him back and forth slowly. "It's okay to be upset. You had a bad day. I'm so sorry, baby."

"But nothing happened!" Bakugou cried. "I'm being stupid!"

"You know what I think? I think it doesn't matter what happened, you're upset and that's the important part." 

"I don't need a pity party," Bakugou denied, pulling away and wiping at his face furiously. "Let's just forget it. How was your day?"

"It was alright, better now that I'm with you." Kirishima smiled, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. "Go pick out a movie, okay? I'll order some food to be delivered and we can cuddle."

Bakugou squeezed his wrist once before letting go, not arguing as he made his way to the living room. He dropped the hoodie on the table to deal with a return later, turning on the TV.

"Order's in!" Kirishima sat beside him, snuggling close. His smile softened when he saw the romantic-comedy queued up on the screen, and he urged Bakugou to sit in his lap so they could start it. 

Bakugou hid any chuckles that wanted to escape against Kirishima's shoulder, already feeling better with the other's warm hand brushing up and down his back. He felt silly for his reaction earlier. Today hadn't been awful, just maybe not like he'd wanted it to be. 

There was a knock at the door and they paused the movie, Kirishima rushing to get it. He came back with their food and Bakugou felt something warm squeeze his chest as the smell hit him.  

"Mapo tofu?" 

"Yep! From the place you said is the best," Kirishima confirmed, getting out the utensils for them to eat. "I also got you an extra serving so you could take some for lunch tomorrow."

Bakugou immediately burst into laughter that soon broke into hitching breaths, tears finally spilling over. 

"Fuck, I love you," he gasped, not sure if he was crying or laughing or smiling or what exactly. He was just feeling Too Much. 

Kirishima leaned over to kiss him softly, brushing his hair behind his ear gently. "Love you too, Katsuki."

They ate quickly, their feet curled together under the table, occasionally catching each other's eyes and giggling. Bakugou felt like a kid again, even if they'd been together for over ten years and were nearing thirty at this point. Kirishima just had that ability, to always make him feel safe and loved and happy. 

"Next time you want a pity party, I'm spoiling the fuck out of you," Bakugou teased him, after they'd finished eating and he was curled back up in Kirishima's lap. Kirishima chuckled.

"So your pity party was a success?" 

Bakugou hummed, any remaining tension melting as he smiled softly, watching the protagonist of the movie finally kiss the guy she'd been wanting the whole movie. Kirishima nuzzled his hair and Bakugou was surrounded by him, heartbeat in his ear, arms around him, warmth and scent enveloping him. 

"Yeah." 

"Good." 

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shout out to all my middle school weird girls who grew up and are still weird but are no longer girls

I don’t think Dionysus was raised as a girl for his protection. I think he was raised as a girl because they didn’t know better. Then one day he told them all he was not a girl. All of the mad women of the mountains who raised and loved him and would be his first maenads rushed to hug him and kiss the crown of his head. Hermaphroditus told him how proud they were that he knew himself. Silenus lied and said he had seen this coming for some time. The world paused for a moment for him but it did not change around him. The creeks babbled and the birds sang and the gentle rains of Nysa beat down upon the trees. His girlhood was in the past tense very suddenly and his boyhood stretched out in front of him.

cishet guys love goth chicks until they start doing goth chick things, not me, I’m looking for my Morticia and stepping up my Gomez game until I am worthy, I would love to go to the Museum of Death with you, I would love to show you my taxidermy and oddity collection and I would love to see yours, I would love to go to your favorite cemeteries babe

I don’t mind sitting on the edge of the bathtub keeping you company while you tease your hair for 30 minutes. I love it when I hand you the aux cord and you play Bauhaus. You have such great taste in everything,

It’s okay that you got white foundation on my Disintegration shirt when you hugged me. I don’t mind at all.

You're unable to 🥺 out of this one whore.