Masaru: Do you know where Katsuki is?
Mitsuki: Off somewhere. Disappointing God.
Having a food allergy is so wild because what do you MEAN I can sense that there is peanut in this food when it doesn't say that on the menu? Oh it was cooked in peanut oil? Well I can still taste it and I will have a reaction if I keep eating it so-
I'm sorry Australia. I didn't vote for him. I'm so sorry my stupid country has become fascist.
the fact that you didnt want this to happen means that its not your fault. while I may not be happy that trump won, I do not blame those who didn't vote for him. i blame the corruption that runs through so many country. i blame those who want to control others with no empathy for them. i blame people like trump for believing the "might is right" concept.
people in america that voted against trump, i do not blame you.
i blame the fucking idiots who run your country and leave you to suffer.
and so help me god if australia follows in their footsteps, I pray that the deaths in this country are smaller than we can hope.
Shouta: How did none of you hear what I just said? Shoto: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours. Izuku: I got distracted about halfway through. Katsuki: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.
I find the best way to deal with being hit by a car is to make a hot chocolate with some chilly and hazelnut in it. It heals your inside wounds!
Izuku in every vigilante fic be like:
Katsuki: It’s dark in here Izuku: Don’t worry dude I got this Izuku: *Stomps their feet* Izuku: *Skechers light up*
alfred gave them the sheets
Why do my noodles smell like cat food?
Tsukauchi: Croissants: dropped Vigilante Izuku: Road: works ahead Nezu: BBQ sauce: on my titties Shouta: Shavacado: fre Hizashi: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead Sansa: Sansa, grumpy: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.
Shouta, talking about vigilante Izuku: “Has anybody here had any contact with him in the last five months?”
Katsuki, who has been exchanging rants about their favorite shows with him daily and is currenly typing a new one: “…No.”