had a talk with my religious besties about religion and islam and evolution and atheism and all that and ended up drinking a bottle of wine at the end of the night because I love u besties but wtf

There's a lot of validity in the idea that older Bakugo is a traumatized pro-hero with major PTSD... but you know what's kinda fucked up to think about? The fact that Bakugo is also a 22-year-old pro-hero with major PTSD even before that, too.

It's almost easy to imagine that things are actually better when he's older (the therapy finally a routine, the trauma long set and on the path to being healed)... and that it's his whole 20s that are spent as a pool of disaster trying to recover from the war(s).

He looks back and barely even remembers being twenty, much less twenty-five or twenty-seven. Barely remembers how little he slept, not at the hands of trying to balance hero work and getting a degree at the same time, but just out of the pure insomnia that came from trying to move on and every nightmare attached.

Hardly ever showering, never shaving (not that he ever grew much of a beard, but the facial hair was definitely there. There's pictures of him on the news with an awkward, grown out haircut and patches on facial hair that make him look positively... immature), barely even eating more than a few protein bars or an energy jelly drink-a day. It's a blur, and his friends are hardly there to pick him up out of it because they're all going through it, too. Somewhat.

It's definitely weird if you meet him during this period. He's not all there, at least, not all of the time. He doesn't really register your interactions, the friendship you extend to him (a younger, or ever older, version of him would've shown you that deep seeded ferocity in response, tried to bite the hand that fed him, even if it were love... but 20s Bakugo... doesn't seem to notice). Even though only one of his eyes is clouded over, the good one never seems to brighten up.

There's definitely moments when the old him shines through: when he's with Deku, when he's in the midst of battle, when he finds out that Todoroki still does a shitty job at chopping scallions. But it's a long time before he's even close to the same, able to step out from underneath the fog of simply surviving and into the sunshine of recovering.

But I think sticking through it with him is worth it.

(It's a weird moment, a happy moment, the first time you realize that Bakugo has changed. That the pouring rain outside hasn't bothered him since he showed up at your apartment. He forgot his umbrella, he's been quite careless ever since the war—wet and shaggy hair frizzed up, cheeks red from cold—but he doesn't seem to mind, with his bare feet up on your coffee table, his eyes gazing out the window. You hand his tea, and instead of gulping it down in one go, letting it burn in his throat, he winces at the heat.

"Tastes like shit," he says, and you laugh because it always does. Just this time, he noticed.)

i keep thinking about making digitaltime content but .. i don't know what to do ... :[

anyway that one text post made me think of my colin birthday art so yk . whatever . i am okay with that .

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suggestion do you have... any wants? like obviously you do but like? suggestion my guy my ourple boy. both the easiest and hardest to write. you need a skill to say something to move conversation along but it doesn't fit any skill in particular? about 80% of the time you can have suggestion say it and it will make sense. but like actually characterizing him... how do i define you dude... what makes your character tick... urgh. i dont get you yet. im trying to understand but you are difficult.

just think this time tomorrow ill be publicly indecent in a spoons somewhere. i am so strong

my job is reactivating and rehabilitating patients in post surgery care and one of the first things i tell them once they've tried to drink some juice and stand on their legs without throwing up is "every bite is a good bite" and i think that's a good sentiment for everyone

Me: *several WIP requests already in the making*

My brain: *craving Vox fluff like a desperate, starving feral creature*

The way I want him is fucking abnormal. I wanna sink my teeth into that man and THRASH

Not literally

But RAH RAHD RAHSHA GRR AHSB RAHWHSJ

I know I haven't posted here in forver but mp100 moots PLEASE tell me you know who wrote the fanfic "Sadness Accident" and if it still exist I can't find it anywhere and it is literally my fav fic of all time I'm going crazy😭😭😭😭.

FIRST SHIFT AT THE BAR NEXT FRIDAY SHE'S REPORTING ME TO THE ACCOUNTANCY FIRM TOMORROW

My take on a lot of people with supposedly ''''''progressive'''''' politics is basically the same as my take on a lot of the fundamentalist christians I grew up around, namely: nice enough people on a day to day basis, maybe even strikingly kind and generous people (to certain specific folks under certain specific circumstances), absolutely cannot and will not trust 'em as far as I can throw 'em

Usually New Year's meant having resolutions—-goals to achieve before the coming of the next year. But did wishes count as goals? Sam couldn't quite tell. She wrote them down in her notebook anyways, flipping past her notes and jotting each one within the peaceful atmosphere of Inaba's park.

I wish I didn't have to worry about having food on the table, came one. I wish I didn't have to worry about money was another. I wish I didn't have to worry over a father who drinks and drinks and does nothing but drink, sleep, and get mad when I've only been trying to help.

I wish he wasn't my father.

I wish I didn't care for him.

Her pencil stilled. Then, after a long, heavy sigh, it continued, lead scratching against the surface of paper.

I wish I could tell someone about this without feeling so horrible.

But no matter how nice it felt to write down her thoughts, wishes were only wishes. How likely were any of these to come true?

So she pockets her notebook away with her thoughts, rising to her feet to begin the journey home.

My part time mall job has be a bit insane I need to meme about it

i love !!!! college !!!!!!!!

ooo im all wobbly now. good thing i am out of beer Lest the evil demon who livedin my head

Oooooogh god I need to decide what treats to bake for halloween and what to have for halloween dinner and I still need to decorate and aaaaaaaa