Kiribaku Playlist

I made this list based both on what they as characters would listen to, but what also brings them to my mind when I hear them. There’s some repeating artists, but some artists just have a lot of Kiribaku energy songs.

Bakugou Katsuki

All Eyes on You - Smash into Pieces Bad Reputation - Avril Lavigne Carnivore - Starset Centuries - Fall Out Boy Confident - Demi Lovato EGO - Smash Into Pieces Empire - Beth Crowley Finish Line - Skillet Go To War - Nothing More Gone - Red  Headstrong - Trapt Here - Alessia Cara Heroes of Today - Once Monsters I Have Questions - Camila Cabello (@All Might after Kamino) Kicking and Screaming - Miley Cyrus Legend - The Score Legendary - Skillet My Name Is.. - Once Monsters Natural - Imagine Dragons Sorry Not Sorry - Demi Lovato Unstoppable - The Score What You Want - Evanescence

Kirishima Eijirou

A Gay Disney Prince - Thomas Sanders ft Jon Cozart Battle Scars - Paradise Fears Call on Me - Starley I Love Me - Demi Lovato It’s Raining Men - The Weather Girls King - Lauren Aquilina Firework - Katy Perry Masterpiece - Jessie J Me, Myself, & Time - Demi Lovato Radio-Friendly Pop Song - Matt Fishel Rise - Katy Perry Try - P!nk  Unbreakable - Faydee ft. Miracle Underdog - Alicia Keys You Need to Calm Down - Taylor Swift

Kiribaku

A Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into - Be More Chill Soundtrack (Kirishima) Angels Don’t Cry - Ellise (Kirishima) (Angst) Arms - Christina Perri (Kiribaku) Bad at Love - Halsey (Bakugou) (Angst) Bad Guy - Billie Eilish (Kiribaku) Bad Enough for You - All Time Low (Kirishima) Battle Cry - Beth Crowley (Bakugou) (Angst) Beautiful Trauma - P!NK (Bakugou) Better Than I Know Myself - Adam Lambert (Bakugou)  Bombshell Blonde - Owl City (Kirishima) Broken & Beautiful - Kelly Clarkson (Bakugou) Call It What You Want - Taylor Swift (Bakugou) Dark Side - Kelly Clarkson (Bakugou) Good Enough - Evanescence (Kirishima) (Angst) Graveyard - Halsey (Kirishima) Happier - Marshmello feat Bastille (Bakugou) (Angst) Hey Stupid, I Love You - JP Saxe (Bakugou) I Fell in Love With the Devil - Avril Lavigne (Kirishima) (Angst) I Scare Myself - Beth Crowley (Bakugou) If You Let Me - Beth Crowley (Bakugou) (Anti-Kirimina, Angst, Pining) I’ll Be Good - Jaymes Young (Bakugou) I’m Yours - Alessia Cara (Bakugou) Infra-Red - Three Days Grace (Kiribaku) Into You - Ariana Grande (Kirishima) Issues - Julia Michaels (Kiribaku) Lemon Boy - Cavetown (Kirishima) Let Me Be Your Superhero - Smash into Pieces (Kiribaku) Look Away - Eli Lieb & Steve Grand (Kiribaku) (Angst, Break-up) Love You Like That - Dagny (Bakugou) My Demons - Starset (Bakugou) (Angst, Kamino, Hurt & Comfort) Never Enough - The Greatest Showman Soundtrack (Bakugou) Someone Else - Beth Crowley (Kirishima) (Pining) Sorry - Halsey (Bakugou) (Angst) Style - Taylor Swift (Kirishima) Sucker - The Jonas Brothers (Kiribaku) Sweet Talk - Saint Motel (Kirishima) The Dark - Beth Crowley (Bakugou) (Angst, Kamino) The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy (Bakugou) This Feeling - The Chainsmokers feat Kelsea Ballerini (Kirishima) Tie Me Down - Gryffin feat Ellie Duhe (Kirishima) Trenches - Beth Crowley (Kirishima) (Angst) Under Your Scars - Godsmack (Kirishima) Why - Sabrina Carpenter (Kiribaku) Without Me - Halsey (Kirishima) (Angst, Break-up) Wonderland - Natalia Kills (Kiribaku) Young Love - Eli Lieb (Kiribaku) Walk Me Home - P!NK (Kirishima) Woman Like Me - Little Mix ft Nicki Minaj (Bakugou)

Forget My Scars

A short lil’ song I wrote about this girl I really like who makes me feel so good. ❤️

Finger nails

Painted pale blue

Eyes twinkling like morning dew

You’re beautiful, but don’t have a clue

I think I’m in love with you

My emotions are rolling like the sea

Biting my nails, I’m on the edge of my seat

When I look at you, I know who I wanna be

Are you in love with me?

I don’t know

How to show you

My dear,

I hardly even know you

I’m scared

Should I stop this pursuit?

I’ll be okay admiring from afar

In your eyes, I see every single star

They make my heart flutter

Like fireflies in a jar

You make me forget my scars

To my guidance counselor who was supposed to help me get through my parents’ divorce,

Do you even remember me? I was six. My parents contacted the school to tell them they were divorcing. They said that I needed to talk to somebody. That I’d expressed suicidal thoughts. I remember the first time I met with you. You asked me about it, and I told you about all the times that I had planned. Planned to take myself off of the planet. You were so supportive. You helped me. I thanked you all the time, but for some reason, you wanted *more.* I don’t understand what led you to be turned on by a vulnerable child. A kindergartener with a broken family. I was six. I was six when you started touching me. Your fingers always left traces of sin. It hurt, but I thought I *owed* it to you. Because you helped me. You made me believe that I owed you my body. You fucking bastard. How dare you? You were so nice, you helped me, when I was six. But then I went into the first grade. I was seven, I was fucking *seven.* I was not skinny or pretty, and I never wore revealing clothes. I had short hair that went down to my jaw, and big, ugly glasses. I had the same worn out shoes that were almost coming apart at the soles, and my fingernails were always chewed up. They were so chewed up that it hurt when you made me touch you. That year, I left that school, and you. Helpful guidance counselor, touchy-feely guidance counselor, mean guidance counselor. I left all three versions of you, all three of the ones that prayed on the little girl with the vulnerable mind. My mom came into my room in the middle of second grade. She was sad. She sat me down, and she said, ‘Ella, honey, you need to know something.’ And then she told me that you went to heaven. She never told me more than that, but I found out that you used two extension cords and hung yourself. My mom cried that day, she told me how much she was sorry, because she knew how much you had helped me through. And I cried, too. Because I wasn’t able to repay the debt I owed you. That night, I used my Barbie scarf, the one you got me for my seventh birthday, and the drawstrings of my favourite hoodie to follow you to wherever broken people like us go. The drawstrings couldn’t hold onto the scarf, and it snapped. I cried that night, but now, I understand. I understand why you would want to hurt me. I understand why you called me all those hateful names and made me do all of those sinful things. Because I want to hurt me, too. I don’t even cry when I do; I use scissors and fuck up my arms. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I want to look so ugly that nobody ever wants to touch me again. Maybe it’s because I just want to die. But tonight, I’m writing you this letter, to let you know that I will never forgive you. Because I am not a good person. I’m not the type of girl that will forgive and forget. I hate you. I hate you so much, and I am not indebted to you. And I want you to know, no matter how many times your words replay in my head, I am not going to take my life. Because I do not want to be anything like you, you bastard. I’m going to be somebody who can help other people, just not myself. But I suppose I have a lot more time to think about it. You’re still hurting me, over and over again, even though you’re dead. Even though I’m big enough to fight you. To stop you. I’m not the weak, little six-year-old girl anymore. That is why I am going to keep living. Because fuck you. I have friends now, and sometimes, I even look in the mirror and *like* what I see. I go to my therapist, my *real* therapist, who isn’t a failure in life like you were. I’m on meds, and I’m recovering. And even though it hurts every day, I’m not going to let myself be beaten by you. Because *fuck you.*

My feelings

Reblog this, and I will come up with how you die based on your URL. For one day, I shall be the master of fate. But also, I like making tragedy ✨Z E S T Y✨

this is an experiment:

trying to prove something to my friends

REBLOG IF YOU THINK PANSEXUALITY AND BISEXUALITY ARE TWO DIFFERENT, VALID SEXUALITIES

Panicking week old leftover Chinese food

As somebody who is (pretty sure she’s gay but is constantly questioning herself and crying and confused) and not morally deficient, I’m going to reblog.

If you support gay marriage reblog this. If you're on the homophobic side, keep scrolling.

As a bisexual, it sickens me that some people WILL keep scrolling.

Peoples LIVES aren’t political opinions, everybody needs to educate themselves

Could you maybe reblog this post if you think respecting trans peoples' names and identities is a basic right and not a political opinion?

No pressure. Just seeking some validation of my sentiment. Due to some. people

Some days, I’m like, ‘yup. I’m sexually attracted to ladies. I want to have some lovely gay sex with a pretty lady’ and then some days I’m just ‘LMFAOO WHO WOULD WANT TO EAT FUKIN PUSSY THAT SHIT IS GROSS MAN SEX IS GROSS’ and then I’ll be like ‘holy shit, I wanna ride a dick.’ I think I might want to stop the sexyfuntime thoughts now, they’re giving me a headache sir