Stella may or may not be freaking out right now. It’s hard to tell why. Excitement? Fear? I mean, Death is following her. Literally. Well, kind of.
… Oh right. That.
“She won’t catch on… right? I just gotta keep it secret…”
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//Small blogs help each other, and yours in particular is very very interesting! I’m genuinely curious to see how it will go!
//Go follow @deathisshe you guys, this pony is very based
//also it’s almost midnight why am I not asleep
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The unfortunate truth is I am a slave to positive reinforcement, so when I post things, I'm sitting there like a cat scratching at a closed door like "likes?" "reblogs?" "commint?"
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Icarus: if you had to choose between Rae and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose?
Centross: that depends, how much money are we taking about?
Rae: Centross!
Icarus: 63 cents
Centross: I’ll take the money
Rae: CENTROSS!
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Loneliness had crept into his life, slowly, like a virus, corrupting every part of his being. Actually, loneliness might’ve always been there, latent, in his very own being.
It grew bigger when he moved to Hawkins, away from everything he had always known, away from what had felt like home. It was the worst his loneliness had ever been, even worse than when Mom left and he spent his evenings alone, locked up in his room, face buried in his tear-damped pillow.
But Hawkins held a mirror. A mirror that triggered his flight or fight mode—though the fight would always win. A mirror that showed him someone like him, but someone who had overcome that loneliness—or so Billy thought.
Until he allowed himself to truly stare at the mirror. Billy found in it the same sad, lonely eyes he owned. But these eyes were chocolate brown and had a kindness to them that Billy had ripped away from within him.
And slowly, like loneliness had crept into his life, so did the mirror—showing him what he could become if he forgave himself, if he truly allowed himself to just be. The mirror was loving, caring in a way Billy hadn’t known in years.
He couldn’t help it, it was inevitable—Billy fell in love with the kind chocolate eyes in the reflection, and in doing so he started loving himself too. Leisurely, taking its time to pull away each and every demon, the mirror made him become the version of himself Billy had always truly being. Caring, loving, with kind eyes.
Steve Harrington was his mirror and Billy never wanted to look away.
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it's been a sec since i've done a translation! but i think this comic is really sweet so translation under the cut!! the title on the comic is "kiribaku and tododeku who aren't public about their relationship (having mild heart attacks)", and the caption on the tweet is "i wanna read 10000 stories about people finding out about kiribaku and tododeku's relationships"
Hero Radio OFFTiME! On our program, you can hear top heroes spill a little bit about their private lives. Today's hosts are Deku and Red Riot! What kinds of things will they talk about? Let's see!
Midoriya: Man, you must be tired! You came here straight after a night shift, right? Are you feeling alright?
Kirishima: All good! Besides, you've been working ten days in a row, right? Good on you!
(word bubbles - Very, Very Tired)
M: Alright then, our first letter of the night...this one comes to us from BlueMackerel-san, who asks, "How did you spend your last day off?"
K: Uhh...oh yeah! Hiked 'n camped! And ate a ton of campfire food!
M: Oh, with Kacchan?
K: Yep!
M: He sure does like hiking.
Flashback Kirishima: WHOOPIE!!
Flashback Bakugou: Just eat it
M: What'd you two eat?
K: The works! Spare ribs, and homemade sausage, and meat, and more meat! Bakugou always packs a ton of meat to barbecue, it's crazy good! What about you?
M: Mmm...I slept in until around noon...and I think that day, Todoroki's family invited me over for dinner. His sister is a great cook!
Flashback Fuyumi: Welcome, welcome!
K: Coooool. So we both ended up just spending the day with our boyfriends, huh-
M: UH- um-
K: Huh? OH-! Cut! Cut!! Can you guys pretend you didn't hear that last...
M: Ohhhh my goddddddd
Narration: Our next letter comes to us from DieYouScum-san, who writes, "I'm killing you when you get home"
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